#my first drabble

[thesongistheriver]

Glow in Gold

Arthur barged into his chambers, where his utterly incompetent manservant (sorcerer, lover) was failing to polish his armour. “You’re an idiot,” he announced.  Merlin merely shrugged. Throwing up his hands, Arthur added, “A whole swarm of wyverns! Alone!” “Were you worried about me?” “Shut up, Merlin.” “Prat.” Merlin’s eyes flashed gold — as gold as Arthur's crown, Arthur thought — before he pulled Arthur close. “My magic was made for this.” “But—” “Arthur.” Lips ghosting over Arthur’s, Merlin whispered, “You protect Camelot. I protect you.” A little while later, sated and sweaty, Arthur decided Merlin wasn’t such an idiot after all.

[dilettantefeminist]

Day 2 of @silmsmutweek: Laer (Summer)

Under the cut, using the Day 2 prompts "rimming" and "bondage, shibari," here is baby's first drabble (100 words Círdan/Ulmo), brought to you by cold medicine and an image that wouldn't leave my brain last night.

It was perhaps inadvisable to fish naked, Círdan allowed. The net he pulled had pulled back, tumbling him from the skiff, tangling round his legs. The song within the sea shifted as if to make room. A current strange and capricious dragged the net under each knee, round each thigh. He sighed and lay back, let the steady traction open them wide. The current flowed between his buttocks and lapped deliciously at his opening. His cock pulsed against taut mesh in time with these little breaking waves. And the water (his Lord) held him, a fish happy to be caught.

[thy-shroom]

Für die Drabbles, Thiel/Boerne

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

das war mein erster Drabble überhaupt. Hoffe er gefällt dir irgendwie. (Hat auf jeden Fall spaß gemacht zu schreiben [liebe jealous Thiel])

Boerne saß mit einem Studenten an der Bar. In der kurzen Zeit, in der sie sich kennengelernt haben, hatte er bereits erfahren, dass sein Gegenüber Sven hieß und Single war. Warum Sven ihm das erzählt hat, wusste er nicht.  Sie waren schon bei ihrem zweiten Getränk, als Frank kam. Er schlang seinen Arm um Boernes Schultern und küsste ihn auf die Wange. Sofort entschuldigte sich Sven und ging.  Boerne sah verwirrt zu seinem Freund. “Was war das?” “Weiß ich doch nicht.” Thiel schaute unschuldig zurück, aber Boerne kannte ihn zu gut. “Warte kurz, bist du eifersüchtig?” “Pffff, ich doch nicht!”

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(22. kommt noch!)

[dorea-mch]

Drabble - no warnings

There was much Anne needed to do. There were clothes to be sorted and packed in trunks. Tenants to take leave from. Servants to thank. Letters to write. They had to visit the Musgroves and Benwicks, and Lady Russel of course. She needed to finish the half knitted shawl she’d started with the hope it would protect Mary from cold and illness. One of her shifts needed sewing. Where had she left her needles? 

A rasp on the door tore her attention away from the closet. Frederick, her Frederick was standing in the doorframe.

“Let me help you, Mrs Wentworth.”

[toxicanonymity]

Corey leaves you alone with Michael

You're on the lam and hide out with Corey and Michael in the sewer. Michael's jumpsuit gets destroyed one day, and Corey steals an old one of Ronald's for him. It's barely tall enough and much too loose. Corey doesn't come back one night, and it's really cold. Michael is sitting against the wall and sees you shivering by yourself. He unzips his roomy jumpsuit and extends his arms. You wrap yourself around his body, and he zips it up over you and lies back. You feel a huge, warm rod harden against you, and your hips automatically grind back.

see reblogs for continuation (18+ Explicit)

[quinnyundertow]

AN: I just saw the glitch where Kazuha has a gap in his teeth when he smiles. I couldn’t help myself.

Tags: Drabble, Fluff, Bullying mention, no Paimon, GN Reader

Words: 644

Characters: Kazuha, Gaming, Kaveh.

The sun is setting as your small group of misfit adventurers sit around a small fire. The crackle and pop of wood and the fat and grease of frying fish hiss and stoke the flames. Kaveh is detailing some shenanigans he had gotten into while trying to explore and inspect the inner structure of a temple in Liyue earlier today as you listen attentively while sewing up a rip in one of your bags. A natural storyteller you can’t help the grin on your lips as he laughs detailing the close shave he had with a boobytrap.

Gaming heartily laughs, “Oh man those things are no joke. Just take me with you next time! I’m not called the gold standard guard for nothing.” The two start up an animated discussion about one thing or another and you rise moving a few paces away to stretch your stiff limbs

“Tired?” Sparing a look across the camp to follow the gentle voice you see Kazuha leaning against a nearby tree. He’s giving you his signature close eyed small smile.

You walk over to your fellow wanderer and at his tap of his hand on the grass next to him you sit happily. You lay back, hands behind your head as a pillow. “Exhausted. But the good kind.”

He hums in response, his eyes returning to the boughs of the tree and its golden leaves. “As the moon rises. Only the crickets and breeze, make a lullaby.”

You look over, you flash him a toothy grin, “Was that a Haiku?”

He gives a soft laugh, his hand moving to cover his mouth. “Not a proper one. I would need more time to think, to truly impress.”

You give a quiet laugh at the five, seven, five syllable playful speech patterns. You're watching him cover his lower face hiding his smile from you. Only to remove his hand when he has the closed mouth small smile you always see. Tilting your head slightly, you mention curiously. “You know I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile with your teeth.”

Kazuha looks at you in surprise at the comment. His fluffy cream colored hair rolls down his shoulders in waves now that his ponytail is loose. He looks thoughtful for a moment. His tone is careful as he replies. “Is that so?”

You lean up on your elbows to see him better. He looks a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He shakes his head then stares into the distance, his mind far away in Inazuma. “I didn’t realize I was still doing that.” At your curious look he continues, his voice far off sounding. “I used to be teased pretty mercilessly for the gap in my front teeth.” He manages to give a breathy laugh, “Typical childish things. I guess I started covering it up then.”

He’s surprised by the sad look on your face when he glances over at your silence. “I’m sorry Kazuha, you didn’t deserve that. Kids are cruel, if it wasn’t that they would pick something else. How someone walks or what they weigh.” You look over and give him a wide grin, “What I mean is, I hope I get to see you smile wide someday. I’m sure it’s wonderful.”

Your friend flushes. His hand comes up as he returns your happy expression. He pauses for a moment as the gears shift in his mind. Then letting it fall he gives you the brightest grin with the gap between his front teeth exposed. His adorable expression makes you happily flush, “Cute.” the word whispered out before you can stop it. You stare at each other for a while just enjoying the gentle warm breezes and the soft scent of qingxin flowers.

The spell of the moment is broken as Gaming calls happily, “Guys foods done! Come and get it!”

[celeluwhenfics]

Drabble challenge! Théodred as the character and “perfect” as the word. (Not putting my thumb on the scales at all! Though I do, indeed, believe him to be perfect, I will not be upset in the least if you apply the word to someone else or in a different context as part of your drabble! 🙂)

Thank you for the ask, and Rohan themed! Perfect... Théodred... It was almost too easy. I tried to give a little (sweet) twist! 🍦

'Wait, there's more coming!' The early summer sun played amongst the ivy leaves falling like curtains over the colonnade. Spots of light and shade danced across the table, making the crystal glasses and silver dishes sparkle under the crumbs and ruins of a copious meal. 'More?' Théodred stretched with a groan. 'It is all delicious, but I have had so much already, I am quite sure that Silverswift will refuse to carry me!' Boromir's gaze lazed over his arms, his neck, his chest, and flashed hopefully at the hem of his tunic for a glimpse of his bare skin. 'You cannot make me believe that you are full already. A strong rider like you needs his sustenance, and you had a long journey to get here!' Théodred puffed, rubbing his stomach. 'Well, it shall be a quite a culinary deed to convince me to eat any more than this.' 'Have some faith in the cooks of Minas Tirith!' A servant placed two chiseled coupes in front of them and slid away. Théodred marvelled at the alternating layers of fruit and smooth, cloud-like dollops. 'I must say, it does look nice...' He raised an expectant spoon. 'Peaches from the orchards of South Ithilien, raspberries from Lossarnach, cream of almond, aquafaba meringue, nectar of the maple, and just a hint of rose from the garden! But of course, if you are not hungry anymore, there is no need to--' 'And how do you call this?' slurred Théodred through a mouthful. 'A parfait,' smiled Boromir. 'It means perfect.' Their eyes laughed into each other's. 'Just like you.'

[watercolorskyy]

Touch Of Passion

Alicent Hightower x fem reader

You were sat on a chaise lounge in your chambers embroidering a dahlia and pricked your finger with the needle as someone knocked on the chamber door. You let out a few silent curses before a servant came in. "My lady," Talya said as she curtsied, "the queen has requested to see you". You stood up and set the embroidery down as you followed her out of your chambers to the queens. Talya knocked on the queen's chamber and was called to come in, talya did as the queen asked and stopped at the door you turned to look at her and wait for her to follow but she never did, she gave you a look, and shut the door softly leaving you and the queen alone.

And there You stood before Alicent Hightower, Dowager Queen of the seven kingdoms. The Lannister woman bowed in a deep curtsy and peered at the queen under her thick lashes. The queen smiled at your display of respect, her lips were slightly thin but still plump in a taut small smile. She gave a delicate hand motion for you to raise your head, you did so and met her sharp piercing calculating gaze. My queen, you said in a sultry confident tone, the queen's features relaxed with your words, and her mouth turned up as she found your sweet words please her.

She gazes with her head tilted looking at you inquisitively. The Lannister woman stands again and says "You called for me, my queen." The queen eyes the young woman, standing in front of her. Her ember gaze roamed over her body, her frame and figure to the way she stood. She could see Alicent ember gaze turned predatory and the queen liked what she saw. With the queen's eyes till on you you smirked and said "How may I help you, my queen?" The queen didn't answer she walked closer to the Lannister, and with every step she took the light from the windows shone across her figure and highlighted her curves, her movements were slow and calculated.

The closer and closer she got your chest rose faster and faster the tops of your breasts constricted against the fabric of your gown. She finally stands in front of the woman her chin is slightly upturned and her gaze is predatory. While your breath catches in your throat and you get caught up in the moment, she remains as elegant as ever, but she is aware of your body language and she decides to toy with you. Someone knocked on the Alicent's chambers and you can't help but let out a breath that you've been holding.

The queen notices you letting out the breath upon the knock on the door. She looks at you and her smile grows wider and darker as if you were the most entertaining thing, she lifts a hand and trails the hand down and traces your shoulder and you can't help the gooseflesh that follows her slightly calloused touch. The queen's eyebrows raised at the sight of the goosebumps on your soft skin and she trails her fingernails down your neck to the plush tops of your breasts you let out a small whimper and a gasp as someone knocks on the door and a male voice shouts "My queen?" The queen's hand was still resting on your breast, as she let her touch linger. Your reaction seemed to arouse quite a deep curiosity in her. It was as if she had not yet made her judgment about you, and she wanted to know more about you, Another knock broke her touch and she turned to face the door. You slightly raise your hand to touch where her hand just laid as you watch the queen walk away and she throws one last seductive glance over her shoulder before she walks away.

Okay, this was my first drabble, constructive criticism is welcome so please give me some, I only wrote this because of brain-rot. And if you read this thank you for your time.