#initial d drabble

[lyonface]

i should write drabbles more often. just stuff to throw on here that doesn't require months of dedication and most of my attention for long periods of time.

anyway i'm open to suggestions if ppl wanna fire one my way. phrases, idea prompts, ships, w/e

[twilighthomunculusart]

There he goes with that melancholy look again. He always operated on the assumption that he was hard to read. But the more you got to know, the more it was obvious when he would wear his heart on his sleeve. Especially the melancholy. He always puts on this face. Like a sad dog who was told to go sit in the corner. Putting on his best pitiful face in hopes someone would feel bad. No one acted on it though. Everyone knew not to disrupt the image he so carefully had built up. If you did you'd just get yelled at,"the fuck makes you think that?” was the most common answer. "fuck you doing staring like that? You looking to battle?" was the second.

This wasn't the first time Seiji had noticed the look. And it got worse ever since Emperor disbanded. The most recent time was a little over a week ago.

They were in the mall, people watching as they finished whatever drinks they went out to get. The matcha iced tea was always Seiji’s go to. Kai was the first to notice. He almost got his nose broken when he tried to get Seiji to look over. Friendly slap fight went wrong. Whatever. Kyoichi was looking longingly at the couples that walked by. It was almost pitiful.That was the second time Seiji got to hold his bosses hand in public without argument.

This time it was the movie they were watching. The main character had just reconvened with their love interest and they just had their big declaration before they had to head off on their own to face the bad guy.

Kai said there was a reason for this. Something about repetitions in his life causing him to be untrustworthy and all the exes who wouldn't stay blah blah he honestly didn't pay attention. What did Kai know? He's no shrink. Boss was sad. That was that. And he had to do something about it.

He reached for Kyoichi’s hand which accepted the offer with no words. Calloused. Maybe the next activity they did was a spa trip. If he'd even go. He's working on breaking him into more laid back activities. But it's slow going.

The hand holding didn't stop the melancholy. The protagonists just had their final kiss. He had to break the silence, "Kyoichi"

"Yea?"

They turned to face each other.

"You know you're loved right?”

He didn't need words to understand the slurry of emotions that flitted across Kyoichi’s face. At least one of his thoughts were definitely,"why the fuck would you say that" honestly he doesn't know. It was probably the killer instinct his two best friends said he had. Whatever. It just felt right to finally get it off his chest.

They stared at each other for a solid half of the movies credits before the words were finally processed. Kyoichi snapped back to the screen with a "whatever".

Seiji mirrored him, unsatisfyingly flattening his lips. So much for a respon- a sudden heavy weight on his chest interrupted the thought. Kyoichi had leaned over to lay on Seiji’s chest, folding himself into a more holdable shape as he settled.

"I love you too" was blurted fast enough so the words didn't trip on a tongue that was not in the practice to say them.

It wasn't like Seiji didn't know these words existed. Part of him knew they existed in the boss somewhere deep inside. But hearing them out loud for the first time still broke the dam of pent up anxiety and adrenaline that was saved in case a scenario like this went horribly wrong. He did his best to contain it. But there was no way to hide the beating in his chest. Especially with the boss having a front row seat to the symphony inside. But he pulled through it. Wrapping a heavy arm around the body that lay neatly on his chest.

[labelleizzy]

What the armor has no way of knowing is that the gentle cleric only WAS gentle due to the enormous willpower and drive they built up over their lifetime. They were born from the mean streets, they knew all that poverty, cruelty, and suffering could do to people.

Through drive and determination, they built their network of devoted friends and allies. This good person's version of bare knuckle brawling was to fearlessly show people the truth about themselves, delivered with wisdom and clear-eyed kindness. Space to get straight with the world and their sins. Space to atone for their cruelties, and to earn forgiveness from those they'd harmed.

That kind of fortitude builds iron clad friendships, draws trustworthy allies.

So if the demon King's armor thinks our cleric will be an easy mark? That they would EVER turn to evil?

We all face the armor and roll for initiative.

(TBC)...

Upon his death, the demon king’s cursed armor seeks out a new host to wear it and its power. It found a match in the gentle cleric in your party.

[novella-november]

Novella November 2024 Announcement Post

Hate AI, but love writing challenges?

Want to take part in a global, fun project to write a Novella in one month?

Grab some friends, and take part in Novella November, by writing 1,000 words a day for the month of November, ending with a 30,000 word Novella to test and stretch your novel-writing skills!

Your goal is not perfection, but merely getting into the habit of writing a litte bit every single day :D

No website, no sign-ups -- Just a community initiative to write using only your own word!

What are the rules? Just Three so far!

#1 - No AI

#2 - No Plagiarizing

#3 - Wordcount for the month should only come from what you write during the month.

What does that mean?

Only words written during November should go towards your Wordcount for the month... but! Feel free to use your 30k words as a continuation of previous writing, or just make it the first 30k words in a longer novel!

Don't think you can write a whole entire 30k word story? Write a series of short stories that total up to 30k!

Not ready to write original works yet? Write a 30k word fanfiction that you can post after the month is over!

Share your writing experience, tips, encouragement, and questions in the #Novella November tag!

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EDIT, from the tags: Want a progress tracker? Track your progress with TrackBear!

https://trackbear.app/

Don't have a word processor? Use LibreOffice , the free and open-source alternative to Microsoft Word!

Want to organize/storyboard your Novel and don't want to pay a subscription? Try 7writer by Simon Haynes!

Want to be able to listen to your story aloud for proofreading using TTS (text to speech)? Try Balabolka!

Or, create some custom progress / Goal Cards in advance you can fill out as you reach word goals! For ideas and templates, search this blog for "goal cards" :D

Want to do a writing challenge in more than just November? Check out my ideas here for year round challenges to keep you writing consistently! Got feedback? Send it in, I'd love to see everyone's ideas!

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EDIT 2: I almost forgot to mention, if you are unable to write/type your story, you can also narrate/dictate your story to your preferred recording device!

If you're doing a Recording only and it doesn't automatically generate a transcript, it would obviously be hard to judge the word count -- but you're also working with a lot of obstacles, so I'd say if you're able to complete your story via voice recording from start to finish, you've definitely achieved the goal!

Edit #3: added the title "Novella November 2024 announcement post" to the top to make it more standard with my Ominous October and Drabble December posts (will be updating Outline October shortly) , added "Official Announcement Post 2024" to the tags so people can easily find the monthly events for 2024, and added a bit of bold to the third bullet point in the original post from September 2nd 2024 for emphasis.

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° you outshine the morning sun

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — just a short drabble bc domestic sae has invaded my brain

♡ word count — 705

♡ content — sae itoshi x reader, sae x fem! reader, made sae abt 25 in this, marriage mentioned, pregnancy mentioned. AN: i'd give this man as many babies as he wants.

♡ synopsis — sae itoshi didn't need to be a soccer god, not as long as he had you

The roar of the crowd still buzzed in Sae Itoshi’s ears as he exited the stadium, the post-game adrenaline barely settled in his veins. The night air was thick with the voices of fans calling his name, their desperation and admiration mixing into a cacophony he had long since learned to ignore.

"Sae! Just one autograph!"

"Marry me, Sae! Please! Just one chance!"

"I’d give you as many babies as you want!"

The shrill voices of young girls, the deep admiration from older men, the wistful sighs of women both young and old—none of it meant anything to him. He kept his gaze forward, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides as he pushed through the chaos. The only thing on his mind was getting home.

A sleek black car idled by the curb, the driver standing by the door, already well aware of the arrangement. No talking. No questions. Just drive and get him home as quickly as possible, and the tip would be hefty. An even bigger one if the trip was fast.

Sae slid into the back seat without a word, the door shutting out the noise of the world outside. He exhaled sharply, leaning back against the seat as the car pulled away from the stadium and into the quiet of the night. The streetlights blurred past, but he barely noticed them. Instead, his hands moved instinctively to his duffel bag, fingers searching through the smallest inside pocket until they curled around something cool and familiar.

A simple silver ring, discreet and unassuming, warmed quickly in his palm. His thumb brushed over the carved initials—his and yours—etched into the metal. He slipped it onto his ring finger, feeling a sense of calm wash over him.

Yeah. He just needed to get home.

The drive was mercifully quick, and before long, he was stepping out of the car and up the pathway to the house—the one place in the world where he wasn’t Sae Itoshi, soccer legend. He barely had time to set his duffel bag down when something small and fast crashed into his leg.

"Daddy!"

A grin tugged at Sae’s lips as he looked down, teal eyes meeting an identical pair staring up at him with pure joy. His daughter, barely three years old, clung to his leg with all her might. Her soft pink hair was pulled up into two messy pigtails, bouncing as she giggled.

"Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, crouching down to scoop her into his arms. She fit so perfectly against him, her tiny hands grabbing onto his jersey as if she never wanted to let go. And he? He didn’t mind one bit.

"Oh! I didn’t know you’d be home so soon," your voice rang out from the kitchen, warm and full of love. Sae glanced up just as you turned the corner, a wooden spoon in your hand, eyes crinkling at the sight of him. "The game just ended."

"Took a shortcut," he said simply, stepping closer to you.

His gaze flickered down to the soft curve of your stomach, where a second life—one he helped create—was steadily growing. Without hesitation, he reached out, resting a gentle hand there, feeling the warmth of your body beneath his fingertips.

A soft smile played on your lips as he leaned in, pressing a quick but meaningful kiss against them. Before you could deepen it, a tiny voice piped up between you.

"Yuck!" your daughter squealed, squirming in his arms.

You laughed, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of pink hair behind her ear. "You say that now, but one day, you’ll think it’s sweet."

"Nuh-uh!" she insisted, her little nose scrunching up in defiance.

Sae chuckled, finally feeling the weight of the world ease off his shoulders. Here, there were no screaming fans, no demanding coaches, no suffocating expectations. Just you, your daughter, and the quiet hum of home.

Sae Itoshi didn’t need fangirls, fanboys, or old women begging for his attention. He didn’t need adoration from the world, validation from the media, or the empty promises of strangers who only saw him as a soccer god.

Sae Itoshi just needed this.

Sae Itoshi just needed to be home.

Sae Itoshi just needed you.

posting this as an apology for going MIA for a bit :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

[ozzgin]

Cursed Child and Nightmares

The little vampire can't sleep and has decided to demand your motherly aid. You must return her to the catacombs and gingerly tuck her back into bed.

You've never struggled much with sleep paralysis and its terrors, yet if you were to imagine such a demon, it would probably look like her. Across your dark room, hanging from the corner of the ceiling, stands the Hotel's little vampire guest. Her many eyes are directed towards your bed, and you can discern small, dark tendrils spreading out across the wall.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"I had a nightmare."

Funny, you could say the same. Waking up to a small, monstrous creature curled up against your ceiling wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience. You nearly swallowed up your own tongue in the initial fright, up until you began to recognize the arcane whispers echoing from her amorphous, yet well polished form.

"Can you tuck me into bed," she croaks deeply.

You stand up and search for the slippers while she lowers herself into a less blasphemous stance. The child is wearing a frilly, white gown, the kind you'd see in post-mortem Victorian photographs. My family loved taking those, she once told you. In fact, among the undead siblings, she'd always been the best at pretending to be lifeless. My brother doesn't count, she added fervently, referring to Vampire Noble. Having your features hidden is cheating, you see. There's an art in emptying your eyes of any glimmer and vitality.

The Cursed Child is a Monster HOEtel character and you can find the rest of the drabble on Patreon! :D

[biellescouts]

between me & u

mark lee x f!reader

a/n; mark lee fine ash waitttt😛 also,, too long to be a drabble???? shh pretty girl , no it’s not…

cw: break up, smut — break up sex, riding (not intricately described at all), cheating, toxic, mark lowkey a d-bag 😬

summary: ex!mark lee is still obsessed with you

when you started dating dating mark, you sort of knew what you were getting into. global superstar, super busy, super attractive. you should have known you were never going to get his full, undivided attention. however, at the time when you were new to each other, none of that seemed to matter.

early days of your relationship, you were both smitten; couldn’t get enough of eachother. it was classic honeymoon phase. always kissing n hugging, hanging out very day, dramatic professions of love; the whole deal. but the more invested you started to get in your relationship, the more aware you became of the never-ending attention he received from countless women all over the world. which lead to fights… a lot of fights, a lot of the time.

and so the relationship soured. it was no longer the sugar-sweet supposedly eternal honeymoon phase. you liked to tell yourself it wasn’t completely your fault and remind yourself that sometimes mark did entertain the fangirls, but then again, that was his job. with all that was said and done, you blamed your breakup majorly on yourself. you knew it wasn’t fair that he had to deal with your jealousy and insecurity, so you delivered the final blow. “this isn’t healthy for either of us. i think we should break it off.”

however, you’d both managed to make the biggest mistake in the history of break-ups. you agreed to let him have you ‘one last time.’

that night, though you had planned to split up right after, it felt like you had never been closer. you rode him at a agonisingly slow pace, his big hands dragging up your naked back, smoothing over your skin like he was trying to memorise your body. because he knew this was the last time he was going to have you like this. pressing wet kisses to every inch of your chest and neck as he lifted his hips to meet yours at each shift of your waist. the tears from his eyes occasionally dropping onto your hot skin.

though you were the one to initiate the break up, you were still crushed. but mark was worse. after you both finished, he cried for real. because it was so final. break up sex kind of seals the deal, means it’s over. but as time moved on, mark crying into his palms on the edge of your bed seemed less and less.. reasonable. seeing as he was back in your life no less that 2 weeks later. so much for no contact.

you weren’t exactly sure what the situation was but it started out something like this; mark never deleted your number, neither you his — dumb decision, he texted you late at night saying how he ‘wanted to smoke but you were his only friend that actually did’.

‘friend’ he said. and yeah, okay, it seemed innocent enough that now you were just friends, but that was until you found yourself making out on his couch. hello kitty pre-rolleds forgotten.

you continued on in this immature cycle of meeting up for whatever dumb reason mark could fabricate in his smart cookie brain. every week, every other week, every once in a while.. the gaps grew bigger each time, it seemed.

you showing up to tell mark that the dishwasher is supposed to flash like that after his dramatic pleas for help, and then go home, was not filling the hole that you left in his life. he came to realise he didn’t just miss your pussy, or your presence. he didn’t just miss your body, he also missed your long loving conversations, legs tangled under the blankets and fingers intertwined.

but you had made it clear to him you weren’t his girlfriend anymore and well. those were girlfriend things — and after he came to this astonishing revelation, he figured out a solution for his heart ache. he would keep getting his fill of ‘every once in a while’ but also, he would get a gf! easy fix, he thought.

so when you found out mark had gotten a girlfriend— you were mortified. you wondered whether this was worse than the toxic relationship you had before. and it definitely was. and yet some part of you couldn’t bring yourself to fully break away. you expressed to mark how you thought it was wrong and he acted like it was nothing. “i haven’t even done anything with her yet, it’s fine” as he runs his calloused thumb over your cheekbone.

the fact that he had a girlfriend to love on him and pay him compliments, cook his meals, whatever and yet he still came running back — biting gently at your inner things and telling you how much he missed you — drove you insane. it was so wrong, so sick and you couldn’t pull away. not even a little. because that was your effect on him. he was into you to the point that no other female could sway his loyalty to you, he came back every time. and the feeling was intoxicating to you.

you felt so awful for mark’s new girlfriend but the drag of his tongue across your neck melted your worried thoughts down into slick between your thighs. you agreed to keep this dirty secret with him.

“this between me and you, ‘kay?” he raised both brows at you, searching for understanding in your features.

you nodded at him.

a/n; both just evil and rude. smdh🙂‍↔️

[starbberryblue]

Oh I agree!

My personal interpretation of the dialogue was that it was both a literal description of Icarus's death, as well as a heavy handed metaphor for a quick fling that wasn't great for him. Beginning with Icarus teasing "Are you envious of... Doom?", the way Icarus describes his encounter very romantically (in the literary sense, with emphasis on emotion and sensation) while bearing in mind that Doom himself is also a real person, and the aforementioned metaphor, I just think it's neat that Icarus could definitely be read as bi with this new dialogue :D

Some new dialogue that dropped in the most recent patch, triggers after a certain moros dialogue about ic... guys i think he likes her

[minminbunny]

Stalker X Stalker AU - Lurker! Han Jisung/Exhibitionist Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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You furrowed your eyebrows, walking down the stairs to open your front door. The doorbell rang but when you opened it, no one was there. Only a pretty little box sat on your welcome mat. You looked around and picked it up, your name was written on the tag. 'Can't be wrong address then,' you thought, bringing the box in. You tugged on the ribbon and opened it. Your heart sank at the contents, a bloody letter. 

At least what you initially thought was blood, there wasn't a familiar metallic smell, it smelled closer to strawberry jam. You took a whiff and it was indeed strawberry jam. You stifled a chuckle and placed the letter aside, further within the box was a quokka plush, and it smelled like cologne. You brought it to your nose and melted, deep subtle musky, more floral than anything. "This isn't so bad," you murmured, looking deeper within the box, only to find a bracelet, it had a singular charm. It was about time you checked the letter, it wrote:

"To my precious love,

If you're reading this, you received my gift. I may have been eating a jelly sandwich while thinking of what to write. I hope the gifts are to your liking. The bracelet is incomplete, but don't worry. This isn't the only gift. One day it'll be complete with me by your side.

Yours Truly,

J.One"

You stared at the alias, trying to figure out who your secret admirer is. Maybe he's near, maybe he's long distance, you would never know. You held the quokka plush close, "I hope to see you too," you whispered, stroking the fur. Jisung gulped, watching the whole unboxing through a video camera he installed around the house. The cameras were installed during the previous tenant and they didn't tell you. 

It was a surprise to him when he saw you move in. His heart pounded, his pupils dilated, it was love at first sight. Even through a PC screen. Jisung released a shaky breath, relieved that you liked the gift. He already had them planned to send out on specific days "Wait for me, baby. I'll be there at the end of all of this," he whispered, watching you with a lovesick gaze. 

You knew there were cameras but you didn't bother to turn them off. You liked being watched, liked pretending you were in a show like the office where the camera pans to the person. It was fun, and you had access to them too, so it did serve as a security feature. The one in your bedroom was odd but it only spurred on your filthy desires. 

You wanted to be on display but being a cam person or an only fans model might hinder your working experience. It was a risk you weren't willing to take. You plopped yourself onto the bed, quokka plush in arms as you looked into the camera, "I know you're watching me," you feint afraid, clutching the quokka close. "Are you J.One?" you asked, knowing you wouldn't get a response. 

You plopped on the bed, "If you are then you'd know I liked the gifts. Would rather have you here though," you mumbled, feeling touch starved after all these years. "You know, I used to wish that the monster under my bed was real so I could get cuddles. It was desperate but the offer still stands," you said, showing a bit of your true intentions. Jisung gulped, hearing your sweet voice address you directly, "Soon, my love. I'll give you what you need soon," he said, grazing your cheek on the screen.

Day after day a new box arrived at your door. Each day brought a different charm, a guitar, a music note, a knife, a coffee cup. Today was just another day where you unbox your gift,  the bracelet stayed around your wrist like a physical claim. You didn't want to take it off and Jisung loved hearing the click clacks of the charms when you walked around the house. "Pretty," you whispered, tracing the letter in your hands. Jisung got more diligent with his letter decorating after knowing that you kept it in your safekeeping box. The letter read:

"To my darling love,

I hope the day finds you well. You looked absolutely adorable with your little bracelet. Wouldn't you like to imagine me pinning you down while the jingle with each thrust? I fantasize a lot, my dear. The gift today is a bit more mature to say, if you're comfortable. I'll be honored to see you in it.

Your love,

J.One"

You gulped at thought, your breathing getting shallow as you looked deeper into the box. Your breath hitched as you took it up, a skimpy lacy lingerie. A simple slip on lingerie that didn't hide much to the imagination. You looked deeper into the box and found a pair of animal ears and a tail. A soft scoff escaped your lips, "You bastard," you smiled, holding it up to the camera. 

"Kinky aren't you?" you teased, rolling your eyes. You held the outfit in your hands, "I'll wear them, on one condition," you said, crossing your arms. Jisung smirked, willing to do whatever you asked. You bit your bottom lip, "Call me, please. It's scary if I play alone, J.One," you sulked, jutting you lips in attempt to swoon him. Jisung gulped, his cock throbbed at the sight. Your pretty gaze made his mind spin. 

He clicked on your contact, it was already saved to 'My Love'. You flinched when your phone rang, you didn't expect him to comply, "Hello?" you asked, nervousness evident on your face. Jisung chuckled, sending shivers down your spine, "I'm weak to a doll like you. One pity gaze and I'm on my knees, darling. Are you happy to hear my voice?" he asked, loving the way you pressed your thighs together. 

You nodded your head, knowing he's watching, "Yes. You sound great. I'm glad to put a voice to the name," you said, hands trembling from excitement. Jisung cooed, "I'm happy you like my voice, doll. Now, why don't you get changed, hm? Let me see you in that pretty outfit I chose," he encouraged, palming his cock with his other hand. You nodded and did as told, changing into the skimpy lingerie with it's accessories. 

Jisung looked away from the camera, not wanting to ruin his own surprise, "May I look now, love?" he asked, trying to keep his moans subtle. "Take a look," you said, bashfully showing him the outfit. Jisung groaned, squeezing his bulge at the sight, "Fuck, baby. You look stunning. Come on, give me a twirl," he instructed, tugging down his pants. You did as told and bit your bottom lip, "Can we go play now?" you asked, eager to touch yourself. Jisung hissed, letting his cock spring against his abdomen, "Of course, darling. Give me a show," he chuckled, watching you trip over your feet as you scurried up the stairs.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"Spread your legs further, that's it," he instructed, watching you thrust your dildo in and out of your tight fluttering cunt. He zoomed the camera in, ensuring a 4K view. You arched your back, thrusting the toy to his commands, the pillow beneath your ass gave him a better view. "Hah, hah, hhgh," you gasped, pumping the toy at a languid pace. You needed more, your body craved more as you listened to Jisung's throaty groans. 

"That's it, take it slow. You're doing so mmh good for me, darling," thrusting his hips within his flashlight in sync with yours. You whimpered at the squelching audio echo within your ears, "Need faster, J. Please," you hiccuped, clenching around the dildo just to feel more. 

Jisung chuckled, "I can't torture my baby doll too long. Pick up the pace, darling. Pound your cunt like you normally would, Show how fucking good that cunt of yours take cock," he growled, hearing your broken whines and moans as you twist and thrust the dildo at a relentless pace. It was raw, needy and desperate. Just the way you loved it. 

Jisung groaned, bucking his hips to match your pace, "Shit, shit, hah. Rub your clit, love. Fuck, hhgh, cum with me," he grits, pounding the fleshight as rough as you were, his eyes glued to the screen when you screamed out his name. "Fuck, fuck, Jisung!" you sobbed, creaming around your dildo. Jisung choked on his breath, cumming into the toy with little to no resistance, "Fuck," he gasped,  filling up the flashlight with his orgasm. 

You whimpered, thrusting the dildo to ease down your high, "Jisung," you mewled, staring into the camera. Jisung gulped, slumping back into his seat, "Tell me, doll. How do you know my name?" he asked, brushing his hair back. You gave him a dopey smile, "I knew since the beginning, Han. I always knew," you said, reaching your hand beneath your pillow to pull out his missing boxers. Jisung chuckled, resting his head on the desk, "Fuck, love. You got me all hard again," he growled, staring at the screen. You bit your bottom lip, "Good, 'cause I'm ready for round 2," you giggled, giving him a flying kiss.

AMAB

"Spread your legs further, that's it," he instructed, watching you thrust your dildo in and out of your tight fluttering hole. He zoomed the camera in, ensuring a 4K view. You arched your back, thrusting the toy to his commands, the pillow beneath your ass gave him a better view. "Hah, hah, hhgh," you gasped, pumping the toy at a languid pace. You needed more, your body craved more as you listened to Jisung's throaty groans. 

"That's it, take it slow. You're doing so mmh good for me, darling," thrusting his hips within his flashlight in sync with yours. You whimpered at the squelching audio echo within your ears, "Need faster, J. Please," you hiccuped, clenching around the dildo just to feel more. 

Jisung chuckled, "I can't torture my baby doll too long. Pick up the pace, darling. Pound your hole like you normally would, Show how fucking good that hole of yours take cock," he growled, hearing your broken whines and moans as you twist and thrust the dildo at a relentless pace. It was raw, needy and desperate. Just the way you loved it. 

Jisung groaned, bucking his hips to match your pace, "Shit, shit, hah. Rub your cockhead, love. Fuck, hhgh, cum with me," he grits, pounding the fleshight as rough as you were, his eyes glued to the screen when you screamed out his name. "Fuck, fuck, Jisung!" you sobbed, creaming onto your torso. Jisung choked on his breath, cumming into the toy with little to no resistance, "Fuck," he gasped,  filling up the flashlight with his orgasm. 

You whimpered, thrusting the dildo to ease down your high, "Jisung," you mewled, staring into the camera. Jisung gulped, slumping back into his seat, "Tell me, doll. How do you know my name?" he asked, brushing his hair back. You gave him a dopey smile, "I knew since the beginning, Han. I always knew," you said, reaching your hand beneath your pillow to pull out his missing boxers. Jisung chuckled, resting his head on the desk, "Fuck, love. You got me all hard again," he growled, staring at the screen. You bit your bottom lip, "Good, 'cause I'm ready for round 2," you giggled, giving him a flying kiss.

[marginofthought]

Sam getting “D” tattooed on him while away at stanford cause he’s missing dean so bad and after all this time with dean not as much as call him he lost the hope of seeing him again so what are the chances of dean seeing it or someone figuring it out

Then Dean crashed into his life again and with all the grief, thoughts and need for dean in his mind so he totally forget that he has a tattoo that’s not supposed to be seen by dean on their first time together … and Dean SEES IT ………..

Oh god, I like that, anon and I really shouldn't start another WIP about it (watch me do it anyway) but here's a drabble:

“So what’s the D for?” Jessica asked, idly tracing along Sam’s upper back while he was laying on his stomach in her bed. It was probably not the first time she had seen him, judging by the amount of times she had seen him naked but she had never asked before and Sam had been grateful for that. 

He stiffened up, starting to roll to his back but she held him back, surprisingly powerful.

“It’s just-”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to pry, Sam,” she said in a calm voice, almost like he was a spooked animal and maybe he was. 

“You don’t have to explain,” she stopped him. “It’s personal, I get it.”

Sam nodded and sighed, trying to relax back into the bed now that he could keep his secret once more.

–

A hot and slippery finger traced over the tattoo and now Sam froze too. He stopped breathing, his spine stiff and his hole clenching. 

The next time someone askdc him about his tattoo it wasn't Sam who froze initially. Dean had been in the motion of pushing his cock inside Sam when Sam let his head hang, freeing his neck and making Dean freeze. 

“I-”

“Sammy?”

They spoke over one another, not moving, not getting anywhere.

“Is that-”

“It’s no-”

Dean took charge as always and pushed in balls deep in one motion, making Sam lose his breath.

“So what’s better? Having me on your skin or inside you?” 

Sam let his head hang again, choosing not to reply. 

–

“So?” Dean asked, tracing the letter in an eerily familiar move. 

“What?” Sam mumbled, fucked out and sleepy on Dean’s chest. 

“Y’know, needed someone to watch my back,” he mumbled into Dean’s skin, sleep taking over and making him miss the way Dean’s face fell at the implications as well as the possessive squeeze.

“The D?”

“Oh,” Sam said quietly. “Needed something to remind me of you after you stopped answering the phone,” Sam admitted, feeling ashamed but too fucked out to care. 

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A subtle sniffle in the night turned subconscious dreams into conscious thoughts as nakazato tried to blearily comprehend why he was back in school. As the pull of REM began to fade back into the dark a shift in fabric and a stiffled gasp for air broke his fall.

Instinctually he reached to his side groping through the blankets for something to hold. It wasn't until he noticed he felt nothing that he opened his eyes and sat up, what he was looking for was not in his nightly obscured sight. Another sniff caused him to flick on the lamp they had sitting next to their futon. Staring back at him was Shingo, who was sitting across the apartment close to the door where his rat's cage was set up. Lamplight creating harsh streaks across his cheeks where tears had been, which had stained the collar of his shirt, snot accompanied the stream. Bits of which dried and crusted.

Wordlessly Nakazato padded over to him, who had found a comfortable place on their beanbag. He sat beside him and waited for the wordless consent of Shingo leaning into Nakazato before wrapping a heavy arm around his shoulders and holding tightly.

Cradled in his arms was one of his rats Lucky Strike, named that way for the singular brown spot on one of it's sides that looked oddly like the brand's logo. If you squinted. The poor thing lay stiff and pale as Shingo stroked it between the ears. They both sat in silence for a while, only broken with more sniffles and Shingo burying his face into Nakazato’s chest.

When the tears stopped soaking into Nakazato’s shirt, Shingo finally croaked,"I knew this was going to happen. It was getting to be that time. I just..."

Processing his emotions opened the floodgates once again as his face streamed with more tears. Nakazato pulled Shingo closer, until his face was buried deep within his sternum, skin of his chest a comforting warm around Shingo’s ears. They sat together like that for what seemed like hours, but time in the middle of the night has always passed differently in the day. Between the silence, VTEC Shingo’s other rat(named such for how loud he was in both vocalizations and bowel movements), crawled around between the two of them preoccupied with getting the chance to roam and figuring out what happened to its companion.

Eventually shingo rose his head replacing the warm air that had become stuffy, for the cool air of their apartment, face no longer leaky, but red, swollen, and chaffed. Nakazato brushed a hand across Shingo’s cheek, kissing one of his eyelids, which felt sore and sensitive under his lips,”let's find you something to wipe your face."

Shingo briefly glanced at where he was resting and mustered a grief giggle,"and your shirt."

Nakazato sighed joyantly and used a guesture of playing wish Shingo’s hair to assist him getting up.

Returning from their bathroom with some toilet paper and a lightly used shirt, he found Shingo up, quietly poking around the room for something.

"You think he'd like to be buried in the yard?"

Nakazato took this as cue to assist in the search for a box to put the little guy in. Eventually he pilfered an old insense box hiding underneath the rest of his occult collection. It was almost too perfect with how it looked like a little casket. With it's smooth laquered wood and brass hinges. There was still bits of incense left behind which acted as something nice to surround the rat in, who fit in the box perfectly. Shingo had grabbed some fresh vegetables from the fridge and put it in the box, “so he won't go hungry.”

They found some other things to bury the rat with. Some dried flowers, bedding, a couple extra dry treats for good measure. When it was confirmed that Shingo was satisfied they silently padded out of the the apartment and down to the small yard where the neighbors kids played and the land lady walked her dog. Nakazato briefly considered how digging up the lawn would probably get him a more than stern talking to but it didn't matter. His deposit was already way out the drain anyways.

The ground was dry and the grass dead, almost impossible to dig through, but eventually after some work they managed something deep enough so the likelihood of any rain from washing it out.

They stood in silence in each other's arms once the box was fully concealed. The sun hadn't rose yet but the sky was beginning to lighten from indigo to a soft lavender. Nakazato's alarm would be going off soon. He briefly considered calling out. It would depend on what Shingo wanted, who stayed huddled up against Nakazato. Trying to hide his barely clothed body from the cold.

"Yunno what would be fucked up?" Nakazato leaned closer,"if some kid dug him up years after we moved out," Shingo gave a stiff laugh,"he'd probably scream and cry to his mom and they'd probably be on the news for finding some messed up ritual that had taken place in their back yard.”

Nakazato chuckled too, keeping his volume still to a low hum,"that would be fucked, and maybe they'd trace our fingerprints and we'd be famous for weird animal sacrifices and eating babies"

They both laughed again. Then shingo buried himself closer into nakazato,"takeshi I'm cold."

"Well Shingo, do I look like I control the weather?," he teased, “Do you want to go inside?" Shingo didn't say anything but huddled more almost as if he wanted to be picked up, which Nakazato used to guide them both back into the apartment.

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Scars - Sabo  

Summary: Sabo has been feeling a little insecure since he met you; a short drabble

Genre: A little fluffy, a little angsty

CW: None // SFW

Word Count: 890

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Sabo never felt insecure about his scars before he met you. 

Scars were badges of honor, something to be worn with pride. They were a sign that he had stared down foes and persevered, that he had fought and lived, that he had experience under his belt and was a man to be respected. And the scar on his face, in particular, was something to be proud of, given to him by a Celestial Dragon. Not many people could claim they had survived an encounter with a World Noble, certainly not when they were a mere child. 

Sabo was young, but he was a battle-hardened revolutionary soldier under the tutelage of Monkey D. Dragon himself. He had run away from home at a young age and trained alongside some of the most fearsome pirates of his age in the wilderness. And yet, he stared into the mirror with a forlorn look on his face, a boy uncertain of himself. 

He didn’t have acne- he was lucky in that regard- and Ivankov always told him he was a pretty boy, something he had disdained initially but was now grateful for. Or was that wrong? Did girls like pretty boys? Did you? Or was he right to scorn the nickname? 

He ran his fingers through his blonde hair. It was soft, and blonde- did you like blonde? His lifetime of training had left him lithe and muscled, and even though his face was pretty, his shoulders and hands were quite masculine. Was that enough? Did you like that? 

He let out a heavy sigh, thinking it didn’t matter. No amount of prettiness or manliness would get rid of the scar on his face, and a lifetime of training had not prepared him to stand on his own two feet when you were in the same room as him, when you made eye contact with him across the table and offered him that soft smile, when you said his name to get his attention. 

His meltdown in front of his bathroom mirror had been triggered by you giving him half of the chocolate chip cookie you had been eating with your afternoon tea. He’d barely choked it down, not because it tasted bad, but because his stomach was flipping with what he could only describe as inadequacy. 

The fear of you secretly disliking it when he was in the same room as you, detesting the lopsided smile he always threw back at you, and despising the sound of his voice when he said your name made his piping hot blood run as cold as ice. 

He scrubbed his hand over the scar as if it might wipe off. He had many more beneath his collar, but at least he could hide those beneath clothes. The one on his face was visible for all to see and, unfortunately, permanent. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at his bedroom door. 

Sabo jumped, knocked out of his thoughts by the sound. With a huff, he stalked out of the bathroom and went for the bedroom door, pulling it open. “Yeah? What?” 

“I’m sorry to bother you,” came your sweet voice. 

Sabo blinked down at you in shock. Every ounce of annoyance left his body at the sight of you standing there with his jacket in hand, shifting back and forth on your feet as though uncertain, probably because he had opened the door in such a mood. 

“You left this behind. I thought you might want it back.” 

He stared at the jacket in your hand, thinking how foolish he’d been to take it off in the meeting room. You had been in the meeting room, after all; what if he had rolled up his sleeves without thinking twice and flashed some more of his scars? A grim expression settled onto his face, the stress of it all dragging his lips down into a frown. 

“Sabo?” You asked. “Are you alright?” 

He noticed your expression sinking, too, though with concern rather than frustration. It made him want to die again. 

“Fine,” he ground out. 

“You don’t seem fine,” you said, still holding the jacket out to him. 

“I’m just… I’m just a little tired.” He accepted the jacket and noticed immediately that it smelled a bit like you. 

“Oh, well. It works for you.” You pushed your hands into your pockets. 

“What do you mean?” Sabo asked. 

“I mean you look cute when you’re tired.” 

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. “Even with this scar on my face?” 

You looked genuinely shocked by what he had said. “Especially with the scar on your face. It’s one of the best parts about you.” You offered him that small smile of yours. “Anyway, I still have some work to get done. I’ll see you at dinner.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, not having any clue what you had just done. 

Sabo closed the door as quickly as he could without slamming it. As soon as it closed, he jumped for joy, a grin spreading wide across his face. He felt like a balloon about to pop. It’s one of the best parts about you. He collapsed on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, that same, dumb smile on his face. He didn’t think he’d ever scowl again. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[notyournecromancer]

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[banshees-martin]

thinking about… daryl coming back to alexandria with a pretty little necklace for his girl, probably has his initial on it too. sigh. i love him so much. could i perhaps get a little drabble involving something like that?

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT!

tysm for the request anon! :)) im not the best at writing drabbles or one shots but enjoy anyways, sorry this took a while but i love this idea sm! 🎀

You and the group had arrived at Alexandria and just about finally settled in, after being on the road for so long normal things like hot running water for showers and baths was considered luxury. So it took a while for everyone to settle in, especially for your boyfriend daryl..

It took him time to get used to it all but he's slowly easing up. He had the job to recruit people for Alexandria with Aaron.

It does worry you since he's gone for days but you know he can take care of himself.

You were in your guys room folding clothes when daryl walked in biting his thumb nail almost nervously? "hey, you okay?" you asked him softly walking up to him wrapping your hands around the back of his neck giving him a quick kiss.

"Yea.. i uh gotcha sumthin" he said pulling a beautiful gold necklace that had a fancy little 'D' in cursive on it out of the inner pocket of his vest"y-ya don't gotta wear it though. jus' thought it'd be nice i dunno.." he said sheepishly scratching the back of his neck the tip of his ears were red.

You smiled. "i love it" you held it gently in your hands "help me put it on?" you asked moving your hair to one side and looking in the mirror letting him clasp it on you.

"i love it Daryl..thank you" you said while turning to face him holding the little d, "eh it's nothin" he grinned.

You had his initial on a chain around your neck :))

[fanaticsnail]

Imagine trafalgar law putting his hat on his shy, vulnerable s/o that's riding him for the first time. Barely being able to take it and sobbing in both ecstacy and frustration, the size and situation in general being way too much to take. His s/o was very sensitive and shy in general so i guess hes getting a good show🤷‍♀️

Don't Be So Shy

Word Count: 1,428 (lol this was meant to be a lil drabble. Whoops.)

Masterlist here

Collab with @sordidmusings because I couldn't think of words. A saint, lady and a scholar.

Warnings: Afab!Reader, no plot, shy reader, Law is a little bit of a sub-leaning switch, smut, mdni

A whimper was pulled from within your throat as you shakily drew down your hand to circle the base of his shaft. You drew his length upwards, collecting the slick trail of arousal from between your legs and took your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Trafalgar D Water Law lay back, watching intently as his hands laced behind his head. He focussed his yellow-grey irises on you, jaw hanging slightly slack as his pupils blew with lust and desire. His hat was firmly attached to his head, hands cradling the cotton material within his palms. 

You slowly drew the tip of his throbbing cock against your entrance, your lips automatically parting at the contact as you began to take him in. Your eyes were clenched shut, wincing as you stretched to accommodate just the initial inch within your core. 

“I know you’re staring at me. S-Stop it,” you lightly reprimanded him, trying to sound firm but only able to whimper for him. A small chuckle erupted from within his throat, his body shifting beneath you as he leant up on his forearms. His torso elevated, prompting you to unintentionally take more of his length within your walls. You winced at the intrusion, mewling briefly as you adjusted to the further stretch. Law moaned at the sight of him pushing more arousal from you, enraptured as it dripped from you and down his shaft. He looked back up to the timid expression on your flushed face.

“If me seeking out your beautiful eyes while you ride me is such an issue for you-,” you felt the firm touch of material being thrust atop your head. The broad brim of the bill of his spotted hat covered your eyes, automatically bringing you comfort to hide your expressions from your lover between your thighs.

“-Although I do adore watching your face when you take me,” He cooed up at you, ghosting his hands over your breasts as he traced patterns into your sensitive flesh, “-I know how shy you get.” A warm envelopment of heat drew its way up to your cheeks, prompting you to elevate your hands to draw the brim of the hat down further atop your head to conceal more of yourself from Law. “Just think of this as practice for when you can look me in the eyes while I fuck you.”

A small frustrated sob fell from your lips as you splayed your hands over his tattooed chest, inching your way further down his girthy shaft. You felt every curve, every veiny ridge of his twitching, solid cock as he lay perfectly still for you to impale yourself with everything he had. 

As the hat concealed your eyes from his, Law allowed himself a small break of his stoic demeanor; expressing his lust over his own face. His brows contorted in a deep, focussed frown; his jaw clenching tightly with his whiskered chin protruding at every slow and calculated gyration you circled atop him. He stifled a growl from releasing within his throat, instead expressing his lust through his eyes rolling backwards into his skull. 

It was taking everything in him to contain himself, to withhold the urge to flip you and pin you against the bed and bring both yourself and him to climax at a hastened pace. His greatest joy of late was watching you unravel beneath him; your cries and whimpers serenading him with their melody as they graced his ears, and tempted him further and further from sanity. His cock twitched hard at the thought, rising a choked mewl in your throat as you finally took his impressive length fully into you. 

Your walls fluttered, strangling Law with your tightness as you adjusted. Feeling completely full with him within you; you tested a small circling sway of your hips against him. The curled hair above his shaft brushed your clit, causing another sobbed cry to release from your parted lips. Feeling more secure with his hat covering your eyes, you felt no need to withhold your movements and sensitive responses with your cries of pleasure.

Law was hypnotized. As statuesque as a victim falling before medusa, he continued to stare his glazed eyes up at you as you rode him. Each movement pulled a whimper and mewl from you as you thrusted, circled and ground yourself against him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, entranced by you chasing your ecstasy; using his body to seek out your own pleasure. 

Exhaustion began to overtake you in your chase, feeling overwhelmed with how your body adjusted to him and frustrated at his lack of movement below you. You panted and huffed as you continued to ride him, reaching blindly out to find Law’s wrists and claim them within your circular grasp. You pinned them above his head and blindly collapsed down onto him, breasts brushing against tattooed pectorals as you allowed a gasp to release from your parted lips. 

He opened his mouth, his words forming within his fraying mind but refused to depart from his throat and tongue for fear he’d break you away from your trance. As you pressed yourself down against him further, pinning his arms against the pillows and stabilizing yourself above him, he couldn’t help but allow a choked gasp to flee from his lips onto you. 

At that soft whisper of emotion, you halted your ride, releasing his left hand from your right and pulled his hat up to reveal your eyes to his while remaining fully sheathed atop him. As your eyes met, you tested a small rise of your hips and roughly sat back down atop him. His eyes widened, his breath hitching as you descended back with unbroken eye contact. He took his left hand and placed it on your hip, soothing over the flesh and massaging with his skilled, tattooed fingers. 

“Do you think-,” you began, your voice soft and apprehensive as your brows drew down in concentration, “-Can you move a little?” Law chuckled as you released his right wrist from your grasp and placed your left hand beside his head. 

“But you’re riding me so well,” he praised you, caressing your cheek briefly before mirroring his left hand by placing his right on your other hip. 

“Law,” you poured his name from your lips in a whined moan, feeling the coil begin to wind tighter within your abdomen. The tingle in your toes had already started to elevate up to your knees, your thighs shuddering as your soaking walls began to flutter and shudder against him. 

“Don’t ask me,” he groaned up at you, refusing to aid you both in chasing your highs. He wanted you to take charge. He needed you to direct him. He didn’t want to think, he didn’t want to assume. He wanted you to lead him.

“Law,” you stated more firmly, dragging yourself up to take just his glistening tip and holding it firmly within your entrance, “Move.”

At that firm direction, both of your bodies began to move in perfect synchrony. The slapping of hips meeting hips; the lewd sounds of your arousal sucking him into your walls, and the mutual cries of bliss had you both chasing the end. 

With Law’s hat firmly clutched to your head, and his hands dragging your hips up and down his lengthy shaft; the tunnel began to reveal it’s whitened bliss as the band wound ever tighter. The small and unrelenting bob of his cock within you, and the noisy calls of your stuttered name flew from Law’s lips as he shot ropes of his thick release within you. The sticky backsplash of his cum danced with your slick arousal as his staggered movements beneath you continued to spur you further on to find your own release. 

“Y-You feel s-so good like this,” He groaned into you, overstimulating himself while continuing to sing your praises up to you. At his voiced affirmations, you mewled and sobbed through your intense orgasm. Your walls squeezed and pulsed against his deflating shaft, pulling a feral groan from him as you cried his name. 

Law released your left hip from his right hand, drawing his inked digits to rest atop your hat-adorned head. This small gesture had a small flushed heat rise to tint your cheeks, alongside his.

“Don’t be so shy,” he huffed, a smile plastered against his lips. His hand stroked down from his hat to cradle your cheek; forcing your eyes to meet as he gestured up with his chin to your head, “It looks better on you.”

[cloudzoro]

♡ Portgas D. Ace Masterlist ♡

s - smut/suggestive

a - angst

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fics/one-shots

toy (ft. sanji)

You and your boyfriend, Ace, are staying aboard his little brothers ship and the cook takes a liking to you. Ace is initially jealous but when he catches Sanji eavesdropping on the two of you, he issues a punishment that has him realising how much fun he can have with the cook. (s)

posted: 28/01/24

secret (ft law)

the doctor asks ace for some advice. ace offers a physical demonstration. (s)

posted: 21/07/24

doubting It

Ace is having a bad day and a lot of self-worth issues, but luckily, he has you to bring him back down to earth. (s)

posted: 01/09/24

morning dew

you're happy to wake up next to the love of your life, until he's not there anymore (a)

posted: 05/09/24

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drabbles

ass or tits?

You ask Ace a difficult question (s)

posted: 05/09/24

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headcanons/reactions

kink discovery

discovering a new kink with your partner (s)

posted: 28/01/24

getting caught

getting caught having sex with your man (s)

posted: 15/02/24

hand placement

where they put their hands during sex (s)

posted: 18/06/24

other than the bed

favourite place they've fucked you other than the bed (s)

posted: 07/07/24

biggest kinks

Ace's biggest kinks headcanons + drabble (s)

posted: 15/07/24

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