#character drabbles

[dinoswordsb]

This is in no way the best way to post it but it is the only way I could get the format to stay

[simonslastprayer]

Me and a friend were talking about what Mars was like, if it had stores and such or just the bare minimum to survive. So like what they even have pools and such, because I feel like even then water was probably only used for drinking. But this made me wonder, since there was most likely no pools or anything on Mars, would Simon know how to swim?

[netherfeildren]

following the wonderful lead of other fandom creatives, i've decided to open up commissions for character drabbles with all proceeds going to charity!

let's help out the people of palestine, and you can get whatever you want written by me!

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[psychedelic-ink]

sweetest sil if ur still taking those kink requests might i ask for our darling boy din djarin and praise kink 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 ya girl is going THRU IT

bby I love you so much and sending you so many hugs and kisses xxx hope you like it, it ended up being a tinsy bit hurt/comfort-ish but it's din and I couldn't help myself dfvfdvd

warnings: praise kink, jealousy, arguing, possessive din, bdsm undertones

send me a kink + character and i'll write a lil'something

“Are you going to tell me what the hell that was about?”

The modulated voice sounds angry, but frankly, you couldn’t give a damn. You snap back at him, not hiding the venom in your voice. 

“No.” 

You walk deeper into the Razor Crest, you can hear him following you, his steps rageful. Thank god Grogu isn’t here, you don’t think you can keep your anger to yourself tonight. You attempt to put as much of a distance your can between the two of you but before you can he grabs your wrist and tugs you to him. Your shoulder aches from the force, it fuels the anger. 

“Tell me what’s happening?” 

“I don’t want to talk about it–” 

“Well we’re going to,” he hisses out a breath, you can imagine him gritting his teeth. “You can’t just leave without an explanation,” 

“Yes I can,” you snarl, staring directly into his visor. “Besides I bet you would enjoy having someone else around,” 

“What?” the anger disappears for a moment, replacing it with confusion. “What are you talking about? Replace you with who?”

“Those– Those–” you growl, unable to speak, you wave your hands. “I’m not blind, I see how they throw themselves at you, all of them more useful, or pretty, dying to be your companion and thinking ‘why her ?’ I can see it in their dumb faces,” 

He only hums. You watch with suspicion as he tilts his head and lets go of your wrist. He’s smiling, you know it, you feel it. 

“What?” you ask, taking full offense of his silence. 

“Nothing, just didn’t think you were the jealous type,” 

Your body heats up, it burns. You avert your gaze and try to ignore the way your heart beats as he gets closer and closer. His gloved hand cups the side of your face, turning it to face him. When you feel the cool beskar pressing against your forehead, your bottom lip trembles. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says, voice deeper than normal. “And talented, and kind– You are your own worst enemy,” 

Your heat swells at his words, emotions bubbling to the surface, you blink the tears away. You don’t want to fog up his visor. His hand slides down your face, and the other comes up, both of them cupping your breasts. Your breath hitches, chest heaving heat builds between your legs. 

“Love the sounds you make,” he groans, pulling off your shirt. Din presses his helmet between your breasts, you hiss at the cold. He looks up, hands tugging down your pants. “Love this pretty cunt that’s always soaked for me– Bend over,” 

You dutifully do as you’re told. Your legs shake under his gaze, he kicks them apart, beskar clad chest flush against your naked back. His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you closer against his clothed cock. 

“Have you ever seen yourself? Your the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever encountered and I’ll be damned if I let you leave,” 

“Din…” 

“Is it sinking in now?” he backs away momentarily only to return with his cock pressing against the curve of your ass. “Can you feel what you do to me? Even when I’m seething with anger– Even when you piss me off the only thing I want to do is to fuck you,” 

“P-Please, just fuck me, please,” 

“Say it and I’ll fuck you,” 

You blink heavily, mind too scattered to make a meaning of his words. He rolls his hips, cock dragging across the small of your back. 

“Say you’re beautiful,” he repeats.

“I-I’m,” 

“You’re,” 

Fuck, he’s repeating after your every word. You’re soaked, slick dribbling down your thighs.

“Beautiful,” 

“Beautiful,”  he chuckles, the tip of his cock finally nudging your entrance. Your eyes roll back at the stretch. “Good girl,” 

When morning comes rolling in, you have no idea how many times Din made you cum. All you can feel is the ghost of his tongue, fingers, cock– All of them fucking into you again and again, tearing you apart, making you so sensitive that you couldn’t even remember your own name. You’re sticky, wet, and in dire need of a shower. Din’s still covered in beskar, only his cock visible to the naked eye. 

He presses his covered head between your shoulder blades, a kiss, your mind translates. Maker, you love him so much.  

[lxdymoon0357]

I have this thought

"Do you love me?"

"Oh darling, I adore you"

"But do you love me?"

"Darling... love itself, is much of an ineptness to what I feel about you. No words could ever insight my feelings for you, as you've had captured not only my heart and mind— but you've also had the entirety of my soul, wrapped along the tips of your fingers.

I adore you so much, that I have given you my whole life; that I have devoted myself as a whole, not only as a physical being, but along with my soul, it only devotes itself to you.

I love you so much, that I could kill for you— that i could die for you; just give me your word, and I shall bring the universe, down onto their knees for you, my darling..."

Give characters that fit this<33

You don't rly have to do this- I'm just curious-

"and I shall bring the universe, down onto their knees for you, my darling..." their lips press gently against your pudgy cheek, before their large hands cupped your face as their lips pressed against your cheeks several times before finally getting in contact with you lips. As you melted into the kiss, you felt them smile and tiny hum left their lips, making you vibrate from warmth.

"And if anyone dares to touch what's mine in the wrong way, they will pay the prize, darling~" they said pulling away, before cupping your face and again kissing you roughly yet gently, as their hands gently pushed your shoulders until you laid onto your back as they laid on top of you, as you both kissed in each other's warmth and happiness, because they are the happiest when they're with you~

Manhwa: Therdeo Lapileon, Callisto Regulus, Rashta Ishka, Migen Forton, Aria Roscente, Mielle Roscente, Isis Fredrick, Regis Floyen, Kenneth Esbande, Cayena Hill, Rezef Hill, Jeremy Agriche, Roxanna Agriche ♡

OC: Haoyu Shimizu, Draco Hillard, Allistor Hillard, Ayano Shimizu, Oshinuza Shimizu, Hyunizo Shimizu, Ayako Shimizu, Scarlette Sileria, Lucifer Morningstar, Belial Morningstar, Cecelia Dionin ♡

sorry if it's not to your liking.....

@astrililu

[senjutsunade]

~Homecoming~

It's the sight of blooming pink flowers that welcomes her home, the happy giggling of a child reaching her ears first before she even gets to set eyes on her brother, and all weariness drains from her frame, tired though she is. The gate is open - always open - and the scene that awaits her is the red hair streaked with silver, losing its vibrance, yet still so pretty, aflame in the light of the setting sun. The sight cocooned in the sweet honey fragrance that is home…

And as quickly as the image had come, it slips from her. 

It is the absence of the sweet fragrance of Ume that sends the first ripple of nostalgia through her... 

Her hand lingers at the aged wood of the entrance gate, hesitant. Painfully gentle. She fears it crumbling to her touch - not to her strength, but in aversion to her presence. It takes a bit of effort to convince herself to push them open - mindful of the rot that seems to have set in, and the gentle creak of it is painful to her ears. These doors were not meant to be closed. The surrounding forest was all the protection the Senju had needed for generations. The door was just a formality and had stood open for as long as she could remember. 

Closed only on the day she had believed to be leaving Konoha forever. 

The sight before her is painful as she steps through those doors; one step first, and another. And she stands amidst the decay and loss…

“Tadaima…” 

A whisper. Painful. Something said hundreds of times before. To these walls and these sights. Only, this time, no reply comes. She steps on the faded memories of chrysanthemum petals being crushed under her feet, time having done little to let their vibrancy fade. Her grandmother had always ensured they never looked dull - and even in a long lost memory their hues were as beautiful as ever. It was on that invisible pile of petals that her trembling hand dropped the Hokage hat.

[amartgasaurus]

Whatever it gets it did it to itself

[avid-idiot]

BIRTHDAY BLUES

Featuring: Iwazumi x gn!reader

Contains: Angst, mention of food, rushed writing so no promises that its all cleaned up

A/n: A very small drabble bc a full piece was too hard. Happy birthday Haji, I apologise for whatever I did to you here

"Well, happy birthday to me..."

The door slammed shut after that. If you focused, you could just make out the heavy crunch of snow beneath his feet, but your tears drowned out any hopes you had of catching him.

Instead, with another shaky sob, you chance a glance at the remnants of the celebratory cake.

That seemed to be the final straw. As your knees buckled at the sight of the jumbled letters, a single thought ran across your mind that only exasperated your shaken state.

Happy birthday indeed...