#1178 words

[a-godman]

Enjoy & Shine the Christ of Glory as the Excellent Treasure in our Earthen Vessel

We need to enjoy and shine forth the Christ of glory as the excellent treasure in our earthen vessel. As believers in Christ, we have this treasure in earthen vessels that the excellency of the power may be of God and not out of us; the Christ of glory is the priceless treasure in our earthen vessel, and when we behold Him and look into the index of His eyes, we are infused with His preciousness…

[thecuriousbeauty]

You're on your period- Harry Styles Blurb

Word count: 1178

Synopsis: Periods really suck. But not so much when you have a sweet boyfriend to take care of you. (FLUFF!)

You felt like you were going to cry as you opened the freezer and saw that you were out of ice cream. You were looking forward to binge eating that ice cream and watching your favorite show when you get back from work. You had a particularly long day, or maybe you just felt like that because of the piercing pain from your period cramps and your hormones being all over the place. 

You shut the door of the freezer with a sigh, dragging yourself to bed. You curled up, clutching your stomach as another bad wave of pain hits you. You forgot to take some pain meds when you were downstairs, and you were just too tired so you just layed there.Your boyfriend, who you now remember, had helped you finish the last of the ice cream when you had a movie night last week wasn’t home yet, so you phoned him.

“Hey baby! You back home?”, Harry answers and you pout, just wanting to crawl into his arms. “Harry..”

“What’s wrong, darling? Are you okay?” He doesn’t like it when your voice isn’t sounding peppy.

“Nooo..”, you draw out, making Harry frown  as he gets in his car, being done with the studio for the day. “Why is that, baby? Anything I can help with?”

“We ran out of ice cream..can you get some for me please?”, you ask softly, making Harry’s heart melt. He loved when you asked him to get things for you, even if it was something small. 

“Of course, love. You aren’t feeling too good, are you?”, he coos, joining the dots as he remembers the date. He keeps track of your periods too. 

“Nuh uh. I’m having a war with my uterus right now.”, you tell him, making him chuckle softly. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. Anything else you need, baby? Stocked up for the week?”

You really have the sweetest boyfriend. “Yeah, I’m good. Just need you.”

“Aw, I’ll be home soon, my love. You get some rest, yeah?”

You hummed, closing your eyes already. “Love you.”

“I love you too. Oh, what flavor did you want?”

“Flavor?”, you smirk, and Harry laughs. “The ice cream flavor, silly.”

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Harry didn’t just buy you ice cream. He got you your favorite packet of chips, some chocolate and some other snacks you liked. He kept it all in the kitchen and went upstairs to find you. You had dozed off while waiting for him, and he smiled as he took you in, walking to you quietly. He leaned down, gently brushing his fingers across your forehead, brushing away strands of your hair that fell onto your face. 

He thought not to wake you up and just slide into bed so he could give you a cuddle, but he spotted a stain on your shorts that would leak into the sheets soon. He didn’t mind, but he knew you would, so he gently kisses you awake with some kisses. 

You wake up to his feather soft kisses on your skin, a contrast to your aching stomach. You open your eyes and Harry gives you a smile. “How’re you doing, love?”

“Not good, it hurts.”, you mumble, sighing as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Oh, baby. You wanna take a warm shower, maybe? You’ve uh, got a bit of blood on your shorts.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly looked down to your shorts and around the bed. “Shit..I’m sorry babe, I fell asleep and didn’t realize-”

“-Hey, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart.”, he says, giving you his hand to help you out of bed. Thankfully, the blood hadn’t seeped into your sheets yet. “See, the sheets are fine. If it wasn’t, I’d change them, nothing to be sorry about.”, Harry tells you, and you smile softly, leaning to his side carefully, giving him a side hug. 

“I’ve got you some snacks too. After you’re feeling all fresh, we can cuddle up on the couch with a movie, hm?”

You nod, pressing your lips to his, giving him a kiss. “That sounds good.”

Harry lets you take care of your business and shower. He also got changed and set up all the food with a movie, bringing your fuzzy blanket to the couch. He got your heating pad and your pain meds ready as well.

You slouched over downstairs in one of Harry’s shirts and another pair of your shorts, making him smile at how cute you looked. Your hair was up in a messy bun, and you had no makeup on your face, but to him, you were gorgeous.

He opens his arms, and you fall into them, crawling onto his lap. “How was your day?”

“Good, good. Got some recording done, but I’ll probably do the same part again tomorrow. I missed you.”, he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, holding you close to him with arm as he leans over to grab the pain meds. “Here, take these, love.”

You swallowed them down with the water he gave you and rested your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warmth. 

While you tell him about your day, he slides the heating pad under your shirt to keep it over your tummy, before adjusting you on his lap and bringing the fuzzy blanket around you. One of his hands slips inside to rub your lower back in firm circles, with just the right amount of pressure, making you feel relaxed. When you told him about your ice cream craving, he immediately grabbed the tub and gave you the spoon so you can start digging in. 

“Thanks for all this, you’re the best.” You kiss him. 

“Only the best for you.”, he says, smiling as he watches you scoop some of the ice cream into your mouth and hum as the cold desert with the luscious chocolate hits just the right spots. “That good, huh?” Harry laughs.

“Yes! Here, I’m willing to share.”, You fed him some too. “Mm, that’s good.”, he agrees. You watch the movie for some time.

“Is the pain going away?”, he asks, pressing kisses to your hair and you smile, kissing his jaw. One of his hands still stayed on your back, and the other was playing with your hair. “Mhmm. You make it better.”

“I’m glad.” He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Hate to see my baby in pain.” You blush, looking up at your handsome boyfriend. “I really like you, you know?”

He scoffs out a laugh, pinching your cheek. “You really like me? Give that ice cream back.” He moves his hand to your side, his fingertips dancing over your skin as he looks at with a glint in his eyes. He adores you. 

You giggle, going to grab his hand as it threatens to tickle you. “Correction! I really love you.”

“Hm, you better.” Harry nudges his nose against your cheek, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You laugh, and he takes your chin, giving you a kiss. “Cause I really love you too.”

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[it-happened-one-fic]

A Waltz That's Both Tender and New - Malleus

Author Notes: So, this is actually quite old. I inititally wrote this before I ever wrote my Strictly NRC Dancing series as practice. And after that, it just kind of got abandoned. I dug it up and edited it though, so here it is! The title of this fic was taken from lyrics of “I bring you a song” from the Disney film Bambi. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/

Word count: 1178

Malleus sat next to me on the bench just outside of Ramshackle, idly chatting to me about the gargoyles on the campus. And a part of me felt bad because, honestly speaking, I wasn’t really listening to him. Instead, I was puzzling over the newest issue I’d just learned of today. Dancing.

Crowley had apparently decided the thing to do was host a ball to which numerous people would be invited. Numerous people bearing cameras, to be specific.

This ball was supposed to prove that Night Raven College wasn’t full of students that were merely boisterous thugs, but were also cultured gentlemen who were simply misunderstood and occasionally misled.

And that meant everyone had to learn to dance. Which was fine for some of us. Leona, Silver, Sebek, Lilia, and Malleus all knew court dances. As did Floyd and Vil, for unknown reasons. Jamil and Kalim also both knew how to dance, though it wasn’t in the courtly ballroom style that this ball was apparently going to require.

But for me, dancing was a bit of an issue. Because I hadn’t the slightest clue as to how to go about dancing beyond grooving on my own in my room with only the ghosts and possibly Grim to see.

And that wasn’t even beginning to consider the issue of ballroom etiquette. I could only hope Trein would host a lesson on that. Otherwise I’d have to ask for advice from Sebek, which I had no doubt would be quite the ordeal in and of itself.

“Child of man?” I glanced up, slightly startled, only to find a rather disappointed and notably pouty Malleus looking at me. 

He was frowning, but he’d probably realized I hadn’t been listening. He tilted his head, though, “You seem rather… listless. Is something wrong?”

I sighed, shaking my head slightly as I laced my fingers together in my lap, “It's nothing; I’m just a little concerned about learning to dance for the upcoming ball….”

I trailed off, and Malleus shifted, looking perfectly perplexed as he eyed me, “Do you not want to learn to dance?”

His tone wasn’t judgmental, but rather curious, and I shook my head in response. A slight smile finding its way to my face, “No, the idea of learning to dance is actually rather exciting. But learning to dance in one week and then performing in front of cameras is daunting.”

Daunting was putting it lightly. Frankly, the idea of being filmed while dancing was downright distressing.

My companion hummed thoughtfully, nodding slightly to himself before abruptly standing and offering me his hand, an amused smile crawling its way onto his face, “Then allow me to be your tutor. I know several dances and can teach you one.”

I blinked up at him in slight surprise, which caused his expression to turn even more amused at my confusion as he inclined his head slightly, the moonlight glinting off his curved horns, “Then you will at least be used to one partner and be completely prepared for one dance. After all, that is all anyone can ask of you.”

I grinned slightly at his reasoning but slipped my hand into his gloved one and stood, “Alright, but I’m warning you, we’ll have to practice a whole lot.”

He seemed delighted by my warning, grinning outright at my words as he stepped backward, tugging me away from the bench and along with him, “Of course. Now.” 

He guided one of my hands to his shoulder and let it rest there, patting it in an almost affectionate manner. 

Next, he took my other hand in his before immediately straightening into a more poised position and resting his other hand on my waist, “It is far simpler than Professor Trein would have you believe. I will lead, and you simply need to follow my steps.”

His gaze held mine as he calmly explained, and I found myself grinning up at him, tilting my head playfully, “That, and not step on your feet.”

His eyes were practically sparkling at my words, “A part of the learning process, but a part I’d prefer to avoid so… yes.” He grinned widely, his fangs glinting ever so slightly and making him look positively wicked even though he was taking the time to teach me.

“Ready?” I straightened as soon as the questioning word left his mouth. All teasing comments fleeing my mind as I swallowed slightly.

“Ready,” I bobbed my head determinedly and ignored his chuckle as he began to slowly guide me into stepping forward, following him as he shifted backward.

“We will most likely be waltzing, so in terms of footwork, you only need to count up to three in waltz time.” I nodded again, casting my gaze down at my feet to ensure that I did not step on his toes.

But in mere moments, his hand had left my waist as he hooked a single finger under my chin and lifted my head so that I was meeting his gaze in confusion. But instead of further instruction, I was met with amusement in his voice as he smiled in an oddly smug fashion at me, “Keep your eyes up here, just like that. I will not let you go astray.”

I found myself flustering under his intent gaze that I now determinedly held as I pressed my lips together. But at odds with my awkwardness, Malleus seemed relaxed. Humming slightly to himself as if to keep us in time as he waltzed me around my front yard.

I fought the urge to clear my throat as I awkwardly broke the silence that now settled around in an almost gentle fashion, “Sooo, we just move in a little circle like this and stay in time to the song?” 

 His eyebrows rose at my questioning, “This is the simplest variant, yes. But it can, of course, be embellished should you wish it.”

With that he spun me out and held my arm over my head, causing me to almost instinctively twirl before being pulled back over to where he waited with an amused smile on his face, “Like so.”

I fought back the urge to snort at his all-too-smug demeanor. And my amusement almost seemed to encourage him.

His eyes were alight once more as he dipped his head in towards me in a conspiratorial manner, “There are also lifts and dips that I can teach you, but I do not know how our instructors or you would feel about them.”

I shook my head in silent amusement at his smug aura before patting him on the shoulder, “Let’s just keep it simple. Shall we?”

His smile softened, losing its teasing bite as his grip tightened ever so slightly on my hand, “Of course, a waltz that is both tender and new, such as this one, has its own charm all its own, after all.”

And as easily as breathing, silence fell once more as we waltzed on through the night, accompanied only by his gentle humming and the green faerie lights that danced around us.

[pinkteethmarks]

Hi! I saw your Valentine’s event and I thought it was really cute! So could I ask you for timeskip! Akaashi Keiji with the song “Blue” by Yung Kai, please? Thank you :D

yeah i’m so sorry for this being so late school actually hates me, but i took a day off today so imma try and FINALLY finish all my requests. ANYWAYSSS i really did love writing this bc writer keiji is everything to meeeee, gn reader, friends to lovers implied, pure fluff like not even any suggestive lines of anything, stressed friend koutarou, tried to incorporate lyrics into it seamlessly but if it didn’t bang then just kill me. i think that’s really it, 1178 words.

blue; akaashi keiji

akashi keiji was a cornball through and through.

it was clear in the way he thought and wrote about you, using abstract metaphors and complex literary techniques that would bring a scholar to its knees.

‘their eyes, electric and synaesthetic, adding to their allure and making them ever so enticing’

‘my love for them is an inherence, intrinsic in natures code of law and unbreaking of its matter’

‘but then, i see them a caprice forming in me as the ocean of my love poured its salty body into my bruised heart, the one that only beats to the rhythm of theirs’

yeah.. safe to say that keiji could never run out of metaphors to describe you.

but, after a while, simple secret love letters just don’t cut it anymore. his hands start to ache and his heart starts to break as the daunting thought becomes more than just a slight ring in his ear and blaring signal of warning. one that screamed that you would never love him back.

it’s not like keiji never tried to drop hints either, always describing you when the questions of ‘whose your type?’ comes up. or even slight lingering touches of his hand on yours or better yet, the way he would drop anything for you, i mean, how could you not see that he was in love with you?

or so he thought.

“are you insane? of course they don’t see it, you aren’t saying anything kei!” koutarou groaned as keiji starting whining about his love woes to him… again… for the third time that week…

“yes i do, come on, if i was them-“

“but you aren’t! they dont read things the same way you do, man. either ask them out or i’ll tell tsumu to shoot his shot.” koutarou scoffed.

“what… i didn’t know… he..?” keiji stuttered out upon revelation of atsumu also wanting you.

“listen, yn is a very very attractive person, the first time you introduced them to the team, i literally saw them planning their wedding.” koutarou chuckled loudly.

“tell them to back off then.” keiji rolled his eyes, feeling a pang of jealousy strike him.

“not until you make your move man, why don’t you like, do something like writing based or whatever. to be loved by a writer is better than life or however the saying goes!” koutarou suggested.

“hm, that’s not such a bad idea i suppose. i think i have an idea.” keiji said while furrowing his brows together, a plan formulating in his head.

“finally, because i was about to text them and just tell them!”

“what?!”

you heard a knock ring through your house, it was hesitant but sharp.

you lazily groaned as you dragged yourself from your couch to your door, yelling a ‘who is it?’ to mentally prepare in case it was one of your high maintenance friends.

when you heard no reply, you hummed in curiosity but still opened the door, only to see a letter placed right outside on the floor that read ‘to y/n l/n.’

you picked it up and opened it as it was clearly envolved informally, no post was on it and it had a slight wrinkle.

once you opened it, you started to read it from the beginning, yet, your eyes couldn’t wait but wonder down the page to skim read a little as you saw words like ‘love’ ‘beautiful’ ‘keiji’… wait what?

“keiji?!” you looked around frantically but he was not anywhere in sight.

you sighed and decided to properly read it, seeing as their was a small note at the very top of the page saying to read it out loud.

“dear y/n l/n” you breathed out.

“contradictory to my job as a writer, i am not good at formulating my feelings without getting anxious and paranoid. i feel hot and cold at the same time as my hands tremble slightly, barely even getting a word in. that’s why writing is so easy for me, i communicate my feelings without having to say it verbatim, especially when it comes to you.

i write a lot about you, too much about you even to the point where my colleagues can describe you solely from how often i input you into my work and my own pen starts depicting your gleaming eyes that reflect a peaceful midnight sky, the colours of the ocean and wind on you face that illuminate your natural beauty or even the imperfectly perfect roughness of your skin.

sorry, i got carried away. the point is that i love writing about you, but that’s not the only thing i love.

to put it frankly, i love you. my love has always stayed by you, standing strong and proud with unshakable confidence yet also safely kept like a whispered secret. my heart beats, pumps and stops all at your command, your impact on me leaves me breathless and on edge but that’s what makes me want you even more - it’s intoxicating. i dream of holding you in my arms, cradling you close to where my chest beats, hoping to infuse you with my heart. i envision our future, us near the beach with the deep blue sea, embracing each other under the shade whilst we giggle between kisses, we see someone in the distance, maybe a dolphin or some unbeknownst fish, you point it out as i roll my eyes with a smile on my face at your chikdlike wonder.

gosh, don’t you see what you do to me? you got me writing fan fiction of us two.

you can see my desperation for you, let me not make myself even more pathetic but just know this, my heart is in your air, i hope you care for it as delicately as i would do with yours.

look up.” you gasped softly, the tears already brimming your eyes as your quickly moved your head up to see keiji standing there, a deep blush on his face from hearing his love dazed rant and box of lego flowers in his hands.

“i.. know how much you love flowers and hate how quickly they die…” keiji muttered out into the silence, barely having the courage to look you in the eye.

“listen, i understand if you don’t-“

just then, you grabbed onto his shirt collar and pulled him onto you, his lips attaching onto yours.

his eyes widened with shock until he finally got the messages, closed his eyes and indulged.

both your lips start to move softly, locking onto one another while keiji’s trembling hands latched onto your waist.

you pulled away after a while, looking into his deep blue eyes with your slightly burred ones.

“keiji, i will never not want you, not here or in any universe.” you spoke out, tears truly threatening to spill out.

it’s funny, how keiji truly thought you were a deadend but really you were just a desperate as him.

maybe koutarou is right, to be loved by a writer.. is better than life or whatever that saying is.

[the-fiction-witch]

Bracken Bunny P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Davos Blackwood Couple - Davos X Reader Reader - (OC) Lady Y/n Bracken Rating - 18 + nudity / non con / eating out / orgasm / forced orgasm Word Count - 1178

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I did my best to find a way to escape but found myself unable to even get out of the chains. But still, I tried no matter how much I failed, and after a good while the door opened and Davos returned. Immediately I tried to weasel my way out of the chains but he just smirked and came over grabbing my hip hard and digging his nails into my tender flesh,

"Miss me my little bracken bunny," he asked with a coy smile,

"No." I spat,

"Awww come now, I know you did," he smirked "I sent the raven, with a nice long list of... prices," he smirked,

"Prices?"

"For bits of you. I'm sure we'll go back and forth a few times to find out how much they are willing to pay, and just which bits they value most." He smirked, "I have a feeling..." He whispered, "You're cunt is going to be a hot bit of debate," He growled biting my ear lobe and slapping my ass,

"You're a bastard!" "You wish I was," he chuckled, "No, true born. And Heir to Raventree Hall... So, that makes me your lord."

"It makes you a fuck-" I began but he clamped a hand over my mouth,

"Quiet now," he demanded, he unlocked my chains and grabbed me by the neck forcing me down onto the bed on my back, meeting his smirking face, "...You know little bracken bunny, I've been sucking on my fingers since I left you," he growled taking my hands and pinning them to the sheets restaining them above my head with the chains, "you just taste so good. I think... I'm getting hungry," he purred taking my ankles in his hands and forcing my legs open as far as they could go so much it was painful, I squealed but he had no care for me, my pain or my dignity... or what little remained of it. "and I want to feast." He demanded licking his lips,

"Don't. You. Dare." I grit my teeth,

"I love how you still think you have a choice," He laughed down at me,

Davos wasted no time thereafter forcing my ankles over his shoulders, I tried to scream, squeal and squirm but that only amused him and made his sick smile grow, he dug his nails hard into my thighs flesh keeping them as wide as physically possible.

He first pressed tender kisses to my lower stomach and my mound, kissing slowly and delicately, he made a point to lick slowly over both lips before moving to kiss down my thighs nibbling on the skin as with each kiss he got more intense and violent, he reached my knee so swapped to the other leg and began the kisses down closer and closer to me with each harsh and erratic so much so when he reached my lips once more he bit my thigh hard enough to make me scream out, but still the offered me no mercy.

He rubbed his nose between my folds before he flicked out his tongue between them moving his flat tongue in a long and purposeful stroke from clit to core which caused him to salivate,

I whined and squirmed trying to escape his grip but he held me far too tight,

"Such a squirmy little bunny," he chuckled, "Why? You know what I'm going to do to you, you know I'll make you feel good."

"Let me go!" I screamed,

"Ohh I'll let you go, when your family pays for you. And not until." He growled swirling the taste around his tongue as he used his thumbs on my lips to force them as far as they'd go,

I felt so exposed, so utterly at his mercy, all I could do was scream and try to fight against his grip and try desperately not to let my body react the way it wanted to as he mercilessly began to lap at my clit, I screamed and begged for mercy but I was ignored,

"Davos Please!"

"Ah ah ah." He growled, "Properly my little bracken bunny."

"Lord Blackwood Please! Have mercy!" I begged,

He chuckled sealing his lips around my clit and sucking hard often swirling his tounge in circles as he works,

I screamed and whined, writhing against the restraints unable to control my body,

"Awww look at this, so wet." He growled, "Glistening," he growled licking my wetness from my folds, "A positively dripping cunt my little bracken bunny," He teased

"Fuck-" I gasped, "My - My lord-"

"Awww you're adorable," he growled as he slipped his tongue down and inside me,

"AHhhhhhh!" I screamed,

He smirked and fucked me with his tongue fast and hard with rapid thrusts,

"Please! Please no more Davos!"

"Humm alright, but I still wanna watch you cum," he growled returning to kissing and licking my clit with fluttering licks and gentle sucks,

I was already beyond overstimulation from earlier but he wouldn't take no for an answer, "Moan my name. When you cum..." He whispered against my core,

"...yes my lord,"

"No... My name." he growlers as he makes eye contact,

I nodded already feeling my orgasm building once more, the throbbing too hard to ignore as he worked on my swollen clit, his hand coming from my thigh to push his fingers knuckle deep inside me only making me scream even louder, throwing my head back, tears slipping from my eyes, and my body squirming trying to release this pleasure somehow as the pleasure builds, My fingers grip desperately to the sheets of the bed, my screams and moans somehow becoming the same, my hips buck up towards his lips which only makes him smirk more and nibble against my skin as he sucks,

he savoured my reactions and only moved his fingers at a faster pace making sure to keep his sucks and his thrusts at the same pace,

I felt my body tremble and quiver unable to hold back my body from squirting as I balanced on the very edge of thrill, until it suddenly hit, one thrust of his fingers timed with a suck on my clit and that was it my whole body flooded with pleasure, I squirted and squeezed around his fingers, my whole body trembling and shaking as the shockwaves rush though my vision slightly blurring,

"DAVOS!" I screamed,

His eyes met mine as he gradually slowed to let me ride it out, my body convulsing and jumping with the aftershocks but he made sure to milk every last second for me until my body went limp and I gasped desperately, "Perfect my little bracken bunny," he smiled licking his chin where my squirt dripped down his face, "...Too perfect," He growled,

I gasped a little confused barely any energy left as I looked at him,

He smirked and kneeled on the bed with his head high as he unlaced his britches and pulled out his long stiff cock already quivering and dripping with precum. "Look what you've done to me little bunny," He gasped, "You were far too perfect for me... now your lord needs attending too," He growled, "So... Come here little bunny." 

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[prettybrownelf]

i saw you were looking for requests a few months back and if you still are i love your bucky fics and just want anything else bucky x masc reader because i feel like hardly anyone writes them!! maybe otk spanking involved? 👀

Brat Taming

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x FTM! Reader

Summary- You and Bucky have a small argument in the kitchen. he thinks you need a lesson

Word Count- 1178

Content Warnings- AFAB Genitalia, OTK Spanking, Degradation, Praise, Overstimulation, Aftercare

You wouldn't say your a brat. Brat is too strong of a word. Your just a bit head-strong and…stubborn.

Bucky would say otherwise. He’d say your a brat who likes to make him mad for your own enjoyment.

Thats how this argument in the kitchen started.

“I’m not a brat, Buck. You just dont like being told no.” You’d been cleaning the kitchen when Bucky decided to confront you about ‘how you’ve been acting’.

Bucky rolls his eyes as he stays leaning against the kitchen counter, watching your every move as you clean. “Its not that. You’ve been leaving me on read, giving me the cold shoulder, your being a brat and you know it.” Bucky’s gruff voice sends a tiny shiver up your spine as you keep your back to him. “Oh, so your mad cause your not my center of attention?” He rolls his eyes at you as he moves next to your side. “Thats not it and you know it. I dont need attention.”

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you casually walk your way to the couch, Bucky following close behind. “Sure you dont, Buck. Thats why you follow me around like a puppy.” You can feel Bucky’s glare on the back of your head as you sit on the couch. “Im not a puppy.” Bucky snarls.

You try to stifle your giggle as Bucky sits next to you, huffing and puffing. “Quit huffing.” You manage to get out. Bucky rolls his eyes as he looks over at the tv, his words a muttered breath. “I should teach you lesson.”

Your ears perk up.

“What was that, Buck?” Testing Bucky’s patience is a fun pass time, especially when hes like this. Bucky’s eyes immediately snap to your face, his voice hasn't lost its gruff as he speaks. “I said i should teach you a lesson.” A smirk crawls to your face as you playfully try to crawl into Bucky’s lap.

Before you can speak your words are cut off by Bucky’s strong arms pushing you down, your stomach lays over his legs, your knees digging into the couch cushion below you. Trying to push yourself up fails as Bucky pushes you back down, your arms laying next to your head. Bucky’s voice sends a wave of heat into your lower stomach as you feel his rough, calloused hand softly circle your back.

“If you wanna be a brat, i’ll treat you like a brat.” Shivers run over your body as Bucky ever so slowly slips your pants off. You try to move your head to see what hes doing, only to have Bucky roughly push your head back into the couch. “Stay still.” He growls.

The air is still for what feels like forever. Your about to say something when a stinging slap hits your ass. The breath in your lungs suddenly disappears as you try to take in the shock in your body.

Bucky, however, doesn’t give you much time to recover, as he bring his hand back down. A small whine comes out of your throat from the pain, though you cant deny the bit of pleasure beginning to rise more and more. “You wanna be a fucking brat?” Bucky’s rough voice tickles the skin of your ear as he whispers to you, bringing his hand back down. “Ill show you what happens to a fucking brat.” Your breathing gets faster as Bucky continues to spank you. Tiny tears form in your eyes as your grip on the couch tightens.

A small chuckle from Bucky sends an embarrassed heat to your face. “Aww, is my little brat okay?” Bucky asks, sarcasm dripping off every word as he slams his hand back down, harder this time. “Maybe i should be rougher so your learn your lesson.” He says, a small smirk on his face.

All you can do is whine out small pleas and moans, feeling your ass getting more and more red.

After a few moments, the air stills. The feeling of Bucky’s hand softly rubbing your bruised, red skin makes your relax a bit, enjoying the feeling of being touched like this.

Bucky’s soft movements continue as he leans back down to your ear. “Color, baby?” Your voice is a bit hoarse, but you manage to get out a small “Green.” Making Bucky smile.

You feel Bucky slowly move your legs so your in the doggy position. Bucky’s voice is still soft as he rubs your red skin. “You look so handsome like this, puppy.”

A small mewl falls from your tongue at the pet name as you hear Bucky pull the zipper of his jeans down. You cant help but arch your back, pressing your now red ass against Bucky’s hips. His chuckle can be heard from behind you as you feel him gently rub your stinging skin, massaging it gently as he slowly slides his tip against your dripping cunt.

You feel his hand move from your ass to your hip, gripping tightly as he suddenly thrusts into you. The moan that comes out of your mouth is loud, loud enough for bucky to slam your face into the couch. “Keep that pretty voice down, pup, or do you want the neighbors to know your a little slut?” All you can do is whine into the cushions as Bucky continues to move his hips. You feel him hit a specific spot inside you, making your legs ark slightly. His grip on your hip gets tighter as he somehow manages to speed up, making small tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes.

The feeling of Bucky slamming against your body with his own is making your brain turn to mush as you feel yourself suddenly sum. Eyes rolled back, your legs shaking, Bucky doesn’t stop. Instead, he slams into you even harder bending over so he can prop himself up with one hand and reach his other hand under your trembles, moaning body.

One of Bucky’s rough fingers finds your clit, matching pace with his hips as he rubs circles around the sensitive bud. Bucky’s voice whispering in your ear isn't helping your oncoming second orgasm at either. As you grip the cushions and moan loudly under him, his breath tickles your ear.

“You look so good like this, puppy. Trembling like a little bitch under me.” Bucky’s pace begins to slow to a deep, rhythmic thrust. Your breathing is finally able to return to somewhat normal as Bucky continues to whisper in your ear, his finger continuing to circle around your clit.

He leaves small pecks on your neck as his voice continues to whisper small praises in your ear. your legs tremble beneath you as your eyes slowly roll back again. Bucky’s motions dont stop as he helps you through your orgasm. His low voice makes your face hot. “Such a good boy.” Bucky gives a small smile as he kisses your forehead tenderly. His strong arms wrap around your body as he moves you to lay on his chest, gently rubbing your back.

[songsofadelaide]

As a child of one of the Kingdom's noble families, you were subject to your family's many plans to maintain its standing in society. At every tail end of the Lone Moon since you turned six, when winter wraps Faerghus in its tightest and most frigid embrace, you would find yourself in the Dukedom of Fraldarius, under the watchful but caring gaze of Uncle Rodrigue, or that was what he encouraged you to call him. He said his eldest son already had a match, his betrothed a lady of a noble house too. Rodrigue wished Felix to forge the same warm friendship and companionship that Glenn and Ingrid already had... with someone. Someone he would come to love in the future. Rodrigue silently hoped that it would be you.

"...a love match," the older man said, his voice fading in the background as Felix, a boy dressed in the distinct Fraldarius blue, stepped out from behind his mother's skirts at her gentle urging.

"Say hello, cub," the lady of the house said in a tone so dulcet that it made the heat rise to your face. The boy's shy brown eyes met yours and somehow your young heart figured that you two could make things work. From what you remember, your parents were a love match— an extraordinary one, the kind many thought wouldn't work out but eventually did.

"Hello," you broke the silence with a single greeting and a smile that told him, let's work things out. "Shall we make our New Year's resolutions together?"

And every year, by the fireplace, next to his parents' blanketed feet, you and Felix whispered your resolutions for the new year in each other's ears, both of you looking forward to the fresh set of pages in a storybook that was yours to fill out and create.

"I want my swordsmanship to improve..." "I want to read more books..." "I want to get taller still..." "I want to get better at casting magic..."

In 1177, Felix stopped making resolutions, which wasn't all surprising.

Felix had no idea where to put this grief. You coaxed him out of his room at his mother's behest, but he had no words for you. When you held him in your arms as best you could, he barely moved himself.

You were present with House Fraldarius when they held a memorial for Glenn, a true knight of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, or so Rodrigue said, and not even your soothing touch could quell Felix's fist, his entire body seizing in a tempered rage he tried his best to contain. He was not the only one who lost a loved one, after all. And yet, he couldn't stomach how his father glazed over his eldest son's death. No words of embellishment will take away the fact that Glenn was killed horrifically in the Tragedy of Duscur. Felix would resent his father for that.

In 1178, when Prince Dimitri unlocked a certain bloodlust whilst suppressing an insurrection in west Faerghus, you were half-certain Felix might have developed the same grisly instinct, but you were relieved to find out that he was blatantly disgusted by the boar's unhinged behaviour.

In 1180, you entered the Officers Academy along with the other scions of the Kingdom's noble houses. As Felix grew into a swordsman of exceptional skill, he also kept you at an arm's length away, but again, that did not surprise you at all. You were a distraction to him, more or less, and he would appreciate you more if you showed yourself less to him. It was then you realised that he always sought you out at his own pace, that he desired your presence still, but only on his call.

"It's fine. It doesn't have to be me, as long as you're happy, Felix." "No," he hastily grabbed your hand. "It has to be you."

Felix brought you home with him when the Officers Academy closed its doors due to the internal strife simultaneously occurring in Faerghus, Adrestia and Leicester. It was then he became Duke Fraldarius, the Shield of Faerghus, and you, the lady of his house. When the war gong was struck, you stood by your husband rather than shying away from the fighting. Being Felix's assigned healer during your short stay at the Officers Academy granted you certain synchronicity with him. The two of you worked seamlessly beside each other, and he moved in complete confidence that you would have his back if no one else did. 

The war against Adrestia raged on for months, until it converged to a year, and it felt like you were the only one keeping tabs on the days that passed. The calluses in your hands thickened like the snow that usually blanketed Fraldarius this time of the year.

This time of the year...

"What are you doing?"

Your reverie was broken by your husband's query. It was still so odd to think that you two were married now, even though that was exactly what Rodrigue— your father-in-law— wanted from the start.

"Almost lost track of time because of how long this war's been dragging," you shrugged at him. "Happy New Year. Or not. We'll probably be asleep at the turning of the new moon."

Felix caught the quick twinkle in your eyes, his lips softening to a small smile that caught you off-guard. He stepped into your space and slipped his gloved hand in yours, pulling you further into the privacy of his quarters and straight into his arms.

"Felix?..."

"I want to be a better husband to you."

His voice was hushed to a whisper, and you could only blink to yourself as he held you much tighter. His breath was warm against your neck and it was there you noticed just how fast his heart was beating.

"I..." You started, only for a gentle laugh to leave your lips. "I want to be a better lady of the house."

He chuckled in relief when you returned his embrace, his hair coming undone from its ribbon just in time as you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek.

"Happy New Year, Duke Fraldarius."

Felix returned your gesture in kind, his lips stealing the warmth of your breath not long after. He still can't believe he played right into his father's hands the moment the old man introduced you to him— one of the very few things he is truly thankful for. Now he gets to call you his, he gets to protect you as part of his home, and he is yours, too.

"Happy New Year, my wife."

[cluelessteam]

If you do Narnia fics, can you do one about Edmund Pevensie with !enemy reader? Ty <3

A/N: I just want to say thank you so much for the request! You are my second one and I really hope you enjoy this. This is a oneshot fanfic but if you want me to do a series for this prompt, I will do it just for you!

{~Between Shadows and Steel~}

Summary: In the midst of a fierce battle, you confront your sworn enemy, Edmund Pevensie, determined to end the war between your people and Narnia. But as your swords clash, Edmund’s unexpected words and actions challenge everything you thought you knew about him—and yourself. With the chaos of war surrounding you, a moment of vulnerability leads to an undeniable connection, forcing you to question whether you’re truly enemies or something more.

Characters: Edmund Pevensie

Pairing: Edmund x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1178

The battlefield stretched out before you like an endless ocean of chaos. Warriors clashed with brutal force, their weapons ringing in the air, the ground beneath them soaked in the blood of the fallen. The cries of the wounded mingled with the roar of battle, and somewhere in the distance, you could hear the chilling shriek of a centaur as it fell to a barrage of arrows.

You stood on the edge of the fray, your chest heaving, sword in hand, watching as the skirmish raged on. In the midst of the melee, a single figure caught your eye. He moved like the wind—swift, agile, and utterly determined.

Edmund Pevensie.

The Just King of Narnia. And your enemy.

To you, he represented everything you’d fought against for years. Narnia’s expansion had forced your people into a corner, and you had sworn to resist. To fight until there was nothing left. But as you watched him now, cutting through your soldiers with practiced precision, doubt flickered in the depths of your mind.

You hated him—or so you told yourself. Yet, every time you crossed paths with Edmund, it felt as though there was something more beneath the surface. Something that made your heart pound in ways you couldn’t explain.

You gripped your sword tightly, the leather of the hilt biting into your palm as you steeled yourself. Today, you would confront him. Today, you would end this, one way or another.

With a deep breath, you charged toward him, weaving through the chaos, your eyes fixed on his form. Your footsteps were light but swift, your sword slicing through any obstacle in your path. The moment you reached him, you swung your blade, aiming for his unguarded back.

But Edmund moved faster than you anticipated. As if sensing your presence, he spun around, his sword meeting yours with a resounding clang. Your eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stop.

“You again,” he muttered, his voice strained with exertion, but not without a hint of recognition.

“Don’t act so surprised,” you shot back, pushing against his blade with all your strength.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with something that was neither fear nor anger, but something you couldn’t quite place. “I’m not. I just didn’t expect it to be this soon.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then you should’ve been ready for me.”

The two of you danced across the battlefield, swords clashing with each strike, the sound echoing in the din of war. He was a skilled fighter, and you found yourself struggling to keep up with his speed. But you refused to back down. You had trained for this moment—prepared yourself for the inevitable confrontation.

Yet, as you fought, there was something different about this battle. Each time your swords connected, there was a spark in the air—an electricity you couldn’t ignore. Every time you stepped closer to him, it felt like the world was closing in, leaving only the two of you in its wake.

“You don’t have to do this,” Edmund said suddenly, his voice low, as if he could speak to you alone amidst the chaos.

You growled, frustration building in your chest. “And you don’t have to keep pretending you care!”

He blocked your next strike with ease, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “What makes you think I’m pretending?”

That stopped you for a moment. Your sword hovered in the air as you stared at him, the words catching you off guard. His expression softened slightly, and you noticed that he wasn’t attacking as aggressively as he could have. In fact, it seemed as though he was holding back.

“You don’t know me,” you snapped, stepping back to regain your composure.

He sheathed his sword, making you pause. “I know enough.”

Before you could retort, a nearby explosion rocked the ground, sending dust and debris into the air. The shockwave threw you both backward, and you hit the ground with a grunt. For a moment, your vision blurred, the chaos around you fading to a dull roar.

When the dust settled, you found yourself staring up at the sky, dazed. But then, a shadow fell over you, and you blinked up to see Edmund standing above you, his hand outstretched.

“Let me help you,” he said, his voice steady despite the battle still raging around you.

You glared at him, but the strength in your arms had fled. Reluctantly, you took his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. His grip was firm, and for a moment, neither of you moved, your hands lingering together a little too long.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, breathless. Your heart pounded, but it wasn’t just from the exertion of battle.

Edmund’s expression softened. “Because I don’t want to see you hurt.”

The words hit you harder than any sword could. You stared at him, confused and conflicted. “We’re enemies,” you whispered. “You’re supposed to want to see me fall.”

His hand remained on yours, warm and steady, grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected. “Maybe we don’t have to be enemies anymore,” he said softly. “We’ve fought for so long, but what if there’s another way?”

You wanted to argue, to push him away, but his words—his gaze—cut through your defenses. There was a sincerity in his eyes, a raw honesty that you hadn’t been prepared for. Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you let yourself wonder if he was right.

Edmund stepped closer, his voice barely a whisper now. “You don’t have to fight this war alone. You don’t have to carry this burden anymore.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening as he inched nearer. The battlefield, the chaos around you—all of it seemed to fade away. There was only him. And for the first time, you realized how much you had been fighting against yourself, not just him.

“Why do you care?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He hesitated for a moment, his hand brushing against your cheek. The touch sent a shiver down your spine. “Because… I think I’ve been fighting against myself too,” he admitted. “I’ve hated this war as much as you do.”

You stared at him, searching his face for any sign of deceit, but there was none. Just vulnerability. A rawness you hadn’t expected to see in him.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in, your breath mingling with his. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and for a heartbeat, the world stood still. Then, slowly, cautiously, he closed the distance between you.

His lips met yours in a tentative kiss, soft and warm, like a promise. Your heart raced, and for a moment, you forgot everything—the war, the pain, the years of hatred. All that mattered was this. Him.

When you finally pulled back, your breath was shallow, and his eyes were filled with a mix of relief and something deeper. “We don’t have to keep fighting,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

For the first time in years, you let yourself believe him.

[thewardenisonthecase]

There Used to be Five of Us

Chapter 5: Elizabeth

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Chapter 4

Series Summary: Snapshots of different moments between Elizabeth Hawke and her family.

Chapter Summary: Elizabeth celebrates her birthday by visiting her mother's grave.

A/N: Next chapter is the final one. This one, once again, made me UPSET

Word Count: 1178

Elizabeth walked into the dining room, seeing that the table was already half set. Her parents sat and siblings were already in their usual seats. 

“Did you invite Fenris?” Leandra asked.

“I did, but he said he would only arrive later.” Elizabeth explained. “We can eat without him.” 

Her mother nodded and stood up from the table, making her way towards the kitchen, at the same time as the twins took their places. 

“I still can’t believe you and Fenris are a couple.” Bethany said. “I didn’t think you two would make up again after all that.”

“Trust me, I’m surprised too.” Elizabeth said. “After three years, I thought he would have moved on already.” 

“I, for one, am glad.” Carver chimed in “I couldn’t stand your crying over him any longer.”

“Ass.” 

“Eliza.” Their father said from one of the ends of the table, in an uncharacteristic stern tone. “Watch your language.”

Carver crossed his arms, looking smugly at his older sister. 

Malcolm’s lips turned into a smirk. “Your brother’s not an ass. He’s a tit.”

Both women began to laugh as Carver threw his hands in the air and then turned to Bethany. “You’re supposed to be on my side!” 

Before she could reply, Leandra walked in, carrying a cake with a few unlit candles on it. “Maker, you all. It’s like I have four children sometimes.” 

She placed the cake right in front of Elizabeth. “Chocolate cake. Your favorite.” She said before hugging her daughter. “Happy birthday, my love.” 

Leandra moved to the other side of the table as Carver, Bethany and Malcolm stood up. He lit the candles with a wave of his hand and the four of them began to clap in unison, as they sang. 

“Make a wish, darling.” Leandra said. “Anything you want and it shall be granted.” 

Elizabeth looked at all of them and then to the candles before closing her eyes and blowing the candles. 

None of this was real, as she well knew. She had seen all of them die, and it had been years since the last time she celebrated her birthday. 

When she opened her eyes again, Elizabeth was no longer dreaming. 

She took a deep breath as she stared at the ceiling. Barkspawn had jumped on her bed while she slept, as she saw him curled up at her feet. There was a time when she would scold him for it, but ever since her return from Skyhold, she didn’t have the heart to push him away. 

Elizabeth wanted to stay in bed all day and pretend like she didn’t exist. Her friends knew better than to bother her that day, so truly what was stopping her from just going back to sleep? 

She turned around, and saw a bottle of wine on her bedside table that wasn’t there when she went to sleep. Frowning, Elizabeth sat on the bed, grabbing the bottle. She examined it, before realizing it was one of her favorites, a fancy brand from Antiva. On the table, she saw a small note. 

Chuckles, 

I know you said you didn’t want anything for your birthday, and so I made Daisy promise she wouldn’t go visit you today. However, Fenris would kill me if he discovered I let you stay in bed all day.

So, take this bottle as both a gift and a request. Go drink, go outside, do anything today instead of wasting away inside your home. 

Varric.

Elizabeth put the note back on the table, before looking at the wine bottle again. After a few moments of consideration, she stood up. Barkspawn stayed in his place, and she smiled, petting his head before heading outside her room. 

With the wine in hand, she headed towards the small garden on the outside of the estate. There was a time when Merrill would come visit and tend to some of the plants, but that was long ago. 

In the middle of the garden, there was a tombstone. Elizabeth walked towards it before sitting down on the ground in front of it. 

“Hello, Mother. Hope you haven’t missed me much.” She said as she opened the bottle. 

“Sorry for not bringing you flowers this time. I don’t feel like going out today, but I’m sure you’ll understand.” 

She stared at the tombstone before sighing. Was this the first sign of madness? 

After taking a sip from the bottle, Elizabeth traced the wording on the stone. 

Here rests Leandra, Malcolm, Bethany and Carver Hawke 

Originally, only her mother’s name had been carved on it, but as the years passed, it didn’t feel right for her to be the only one with a tombstone. 

Elizabeth closed her eyes, and for a moment, she remembered each of their deaths. 

Father holding her hand as he took one last breath. Bethany being crushed by an ogre. Mother’s cold body, that was not even truly hers. And lastly, Carver, telling her to live, before running towards the Nightmare demon. 

It felt wrong that Leandra was the only who’s body she was able to retrieve. Sure, at the time, they had buried Malcolm, but with Lothering gone, she doubted his grave had remained unperturbed. 

Elizabeth only hoped that they had found each other again, wherever souls go when they leave. She had her doubts over the ‘going to the Maker’s side once again’ but it was better than the other alternatives. 

It was definitely better than the idea of her family’s spirits watching over her. Wherever they were, she hoped they could not see her. 

“I dreamed of you again.” She said. “The same dream as before.”

She took another swing from the wine, the taste of it feeling bitter on her tongue. She wondered if her neighbours could see her like this? The mighty Champion of Kirkwall, sitting on the dirt and drinking wine in front of her mother’s grave. What a picture that painted. 

“It’s not fair, you know.” Elizabeth sucked in a breath. “That you all get to be together again while I’m here. And on my fucking birthday of all days.” 

She didn’t know how long she sat there, but it had been long enough that it began to rain. She stopped drinking the wine but she remained there. 

Then, she felt someone standing besides her. 

“It’s raining." She heard Fenris say. "You're going to get sick.” She didn't say anything, only shrugging as a reply. She thought he would go away but instead, he sat down beside her. 

Elizabeth placed her head on his shoulder and the two remained in silence, as she finally began to cry and her tears mixed with the rain. 

She closed her eyes, trying to think of their happier days. Of running around the house with her siblings. Of listening to her father’s stories before going to bed. Of her mother combing through her hair, as she hummed a song. But there was one memory that kept coming to the forefront of her mind.

The last day that her family was still whole.

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[hazelestelle]

Another one for "Hey Sweetheart" by @ficwip , although it almost feels like cheating with these two, they are such pet names people <3

Ship: Hangster | Fandom: Top Gun | Word Count: 1178

Summary: They’ve been sleeping with each other for a while now, and Jake is ready to admit that he wants more. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and he has the perfect plan to see if Bradley is on the same page.

Read it here on AO3

[slotumn]

Speculation about types of conflicts Byleth and Shez have been hired in, and which regions they would've frequented before arriving at Garreg Mach:

We know that there hasn't really been any big intra-Fódlani conflicts since the Crescent Moon War, but there are still border scuffles. Almyran border, Sreng border, and Fódlan's Fangs regions probably have the highest demand for mercenaries; Goneril and Itha (right by Gautier) are explicitly mentioned to have mercenaries as an important part of the economy

In particular, I think it's possible that Byleth and/or Shez fought in the war against Brigid and Dagda in 1175. If not that, they still could have hung around in the region afterwards because things will still be chaotic immediately after a war

Mach/western Kingdom from 1176~1178 is another likely place. The Tragedy of Duscur and the western rebellion happening in a row = instability, general conflict and disorder.

Jeralt was canonically in southern Alliance (Gloucester) in 1174, when he met Leonie. As for why he was there, my speculation is that's when the imperial troops completely pulled out of Ordelia; either because they needed to focus on some Shenanigans™ (read: experiments, Edelgard returned to Enbarr in 1174) back at the capital and couldn't afford to monitor Ordelia on top of that, or because they got intel that an invasion from Brigid and Dagda was imminent, or both. Negative effects of the security and economy collapse in Ordelia must have spilled over to Gloucester too, so Erwin probably took that chance to hire some mercenaries and clean stuff up

Related to that: Hrym anytime between 1167 and 1177 (when Jeritza was named heir). That place had to be unstable as hell with the main ruling family line presumably all getting executed and Ludwig/Volkhard!Thales taxing the civilians to death

Aside from all of the above, they probably get hired for smaller (and less lucrative) conflicts, too. Routing bandits, disputes between/within noble families (like what Byleth and Shez were involved in at the beginning of Hopes), so on

Specifically for disputes between nobles, most of that probably comes from Leicester; they don't have a crown they need to play nice under, and we canonically see Acheron raising troops against a fellow Alliance territory. The bigger Roundtable houses probably try to avoid big armed confrontations lest it spiral into a full blown civil war, but the minor houses probably do settle disputes by hiring mercenaries

Mountainous regions must be hotspots for mercenaries, too. Places that are difficult for the government forces to effectively reach and police, basically. Maybe like the mountain village Shez was raised in. It also sounds like Jeralt's band has visited Remire multiple times before, which makes sense considering they're in the Oghma mountain range. Jeralt probably avoided going outright into Central Church territory though, for obvious reasons

Considering all this, I think it would make sense if Byleth/Jeralt/Shez are more familiar with non-Fódlanis than the average Fódlani, and definitely the average Fódlani noble. Like they have at least seen foreigners before, even if it was probably in a hostile context. They might even have picked up a few words in Brigidan/Srengi/Almyran.

They're probably familiar with the less pleasant shit that happens in border regions, too; ex: Cyril's backstory isn't that shocking to them, like yeah they know about the human trafficking across the Goneril border

[graysparrowao3]

The Bet

Just a cute little something featuring Rolan, Cal, and Lia. :)

Summary: Cal tries to sneak out of Ramazith's Tower for a romantic encounter and is caught by Lia, who has been having romantic liaisons of her own. They both come to an agreement and must avoid the suspicions of Rolan.

Words: 1178

Tags: Fluff, Cute, Family, Siblings.

Link on AO3: The Bet

[ratthumbsup]

Title: “but the road winds, i rewind”

Fandom: From (TV 2022)

Categories: Teen And Up Audiences, F/M, No Archive Warnings Apply

Complete

Word Count: 1178

Relationships: Jade Herrera/Tabitha Matthews

Characters: Jade Herrera, Tabitha Matthews

For a moment she considers giving in, but she can barely look at him. As much as a part of her wants to stay and dissect everything with Jade, the thought of actually confirming it's all true makes her stomach drop. She doesn’t know what they’ll find if they start comparing notes. It’s already too much. Or, Jade and Tabitha have a lot to catch each other up on, but they can't agree on when. Immediately post-Season 3 Episode 10.

here is my jade and tabitha being weird and poorly coping just post-s3e10 fic.

[fire-bear]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Crystal Palace (DCU) Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff, No more tags for spoiler reasons Series: Part 5 of Payneland Promptfest Valentine's 2025 Summary:

Charles has a gift for Edwin, but he's not sure how he'll react...

[ryiju-muunie]

The days feel like years when I'm alone

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Portgas D. Ace/Trans!Ichiji Vinsmoke Warnings: Ace is just mentioned soz, Masturbation, Nipple Play, Imagination, Sexual Fantasy, Squirting, Fingering, Pining Word count: 1178 DESC: Ichiji masturbates to the thought of Ace

I really like this fic and this pairing actually. It's so cute!!!!!

Strawpage | Bluesky

NOTES: Okay hi so is this literally the Acechiji hybrid au fic but longer? Mind your damn business!!!! I really like this and I really love yearning and pining so also shut up!! I hope you enjoy and uh happy Thanksgiving! Comment your favorite part, mine was the squirting as always

The lights were dimmed low, a dull kind of orange dusting the walls of Ichiji’s room. It was painfully quiet, with nothing but the sound of his heartbeat filling the man's ears. There was nothing more than heavy breathing and light touches that filled his brain, sending pulsating shockwaves throughout his body. Sending each bout of fire across his skin like a knife, searing with a kind of wrenching pleasure.  

The pads of his fingers traced small circles up his hips, pulling at the blouse he wore with a longing kind of fervor. There was a heat brewing in the air, something low he could taste. It was like blood, dripping from a wound into his mouth with a kind of salty yet copper taste, making him gag with desire. Making him wish that blouse could have some off sooner, leaving him bare in the dark with nothing more than his own eyes staring back at him.  

Silver accents and white molding accentuated the mirror before Ichiji, bringing his form to life. He watched with his lips parted, mouth slightly agape, and hands running up to touch his breasts. They were full and ripe for the picking like fruit, shining in the light as his nipples hardened from nothing more than the cold air. His hands pulled at his skin, twisting and groping like there was nothing more they could do but touch. But fondle. But squeeze.  

His nipples were sensitive as he pressed his breasts together, forcing the skin to meet and electricity to shock his very chest. He let out a noise, the first noise of the night. Something soft and delicate, barely holding any gravity but arousing him further. There was something so hot about hearing yourself fall apart with nothing but your hands and the thought of someone else before you. The thought of him looking Ichiji up and down and fucking him with his eyes, taking in every curve and telling him, “Touch yourself.”  

There was something so hot about hearing the way he whimpered too, only himself in the dark. Ichiji trailed his hands down to his underwear, the only thing he donned. Pale pink and faint stripes colored the fabric, but it left his mind when he had tossed it to the side and left it for the wolves to devour. He imagined how Ace would pick up his underwear and bring it to his mouth, lolling his tongue around the wet spots and relishing in the taste. In the hot and sticky aftermath of his arousal, dripping from his core to meet the man's mouth.  

How would Ace call him baby? How would he tease Ichiji with nothing more than his tongue, dropping syllables from his mouth like it was honey? How would he fuck Ichiji with that same tongue, penetrating him until he couldn’t take it? 

But oh… He was getting ahead of himself.  

Ichiji ran a hand down his pubic bone, letting his legs begin to spread. Just enough for his hand to slip inside and feel his wetness. His folds stuck together; clitoris sensitive to the touch. It ached to be massaged, to be poked and prodded with the pads of his fingers. To be pressed down on and fucked, over and over, until he couldn’t take it anymore. There was a kind of full and hot feeling brewing in his core as his hand roamed to his hole. It was warm and aching with desire, pulling him closer and forcing him down. Forcing him to sit and spread his legs, dipping one digit inside his honeypot.  

Just one… He couldn’t be greedy now.  

He bit his lip and moaned, sending a wave of erotic pleasure throughout his body. All because of his fingers and the thought of someone else was he falling apart, and God, it was hot. His fingers held the key to salvation, to bring him closer to a higher state of being. To bring him where he desperately longed to be. Red hot, dripping from his core as he plunged two fingers deep inside himself. Ichiji knew he shouldn’t, he knew he should have been patient, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but squeeze his breasts and fondle himself, grinding against his fingers. He couldn’t help but gasp when his fingers found the perfect spot and made him cry out.  

That cry… Those feelings. He was sopping with arousal. His thighs were covered with slick as he fucked himself, bringing his hand to touch on his aching clit. To feel his labia and pull at it, whining when it stung so good. When it hurt to rub small circles around his perfect spot and fuck, he needed to cum.  

“A-Ace…” He cried out to no one but himself. Ichiji needed to be with Ace if it was the last thing he could have done. If it was the last thing that would stop him from dying, from decaying like a corpse on the last day. Ace was perfect. Everything about him was right and he just knew that Ace could fuck him so much better than this. Even if he just heard that perfect voice telling him what to do, how to rub his swollen little pussy until it was erupting fluid after fluid.  

It was close, it was so undeniably close. Hotter and hotter, it stuck to his fingers as he pulled out his digits and teased his hole. Circling the entrance and plunging just one knuckle before coming back to repeat the process. Slow and delicate, adding more fingers to fuck his folds. Neglecting his clitoris, he focused on the feeling of fondling his labia and his vulva, prying himself apart and whining when God it was so undeniably good. When it was perfect, when everything was perfect.  

The pleasure was so hot, so warm, so much. It was too much. Within seconds he felt himself fall apart, with a loud moan… Whimpering Ace’s name like it was a prayer. Ichiji cried out and sobbed for Ace, begged for Ace, pleaded that Ace would be his when it was all said and done. As he squirted his release all over himself, all over his thighs and the floor below him. As it happened again and again, uncontrollable as he fucked himself. Fingering his pussy and spreading himself apart to release another orgasm hidden in the confines of his honeypot. 

Ichiji laid back against the ground, letting himself become one with his heartbeat. It was dark now, nothing more than a rapid thrumming in his chest keeping him grounded from the lightheaded ringing sounding off in his ears, filling his head.  

How would Ace look at him after this? Would Ace smile and pet his head, calling him a good boy for taking all of this like the little whore he was? Or would he smile somewhat dark and tell him it wasn’t over? Pulling him apart for another round…  

Would Ace call Ichiji his? Would he smile and say I love you? But mean it. But wholeheartedly mean it…? 

[mrbexwrites]

OC Kiss Week- Lupine & Ben

Series:Broken Bonds (working title) Pairing:Lupine Lowell & Benjamin Lowell (former spouses) Warnings: None Word count: 1178

I leant my arms on the railing of my porch, savouring my coffee as I watched the sun rise through the mountains. I felt refreshed after the best night of sleep that I’d had in ages. 

There was a nip in the air, a hint that frost was soon to arrive, and I wished I’d put on something heavier than an old flannel shirt that I’d dug out of the chest by the end of my bed to throw on. 

“You always looked great wearing that.” I almost leapt out of my skin, my coffee slopping over the side of the cup to scald my hand. I had enough restraint to put the cup down on the railing, rather than dropping it entirely.

“Sonofabitch!” I sucked the back of my hand, mostly to not waste the coffee; the burn would be superficial, but already my skin was beginning to tingle. 

“I’m so sorry!” Ben, his eyes wide with worry, took the porch steps two at a time. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that! Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I wiped my hand on my shirt sleeve, before crossing my arms over my chest. If he’d not wanted to catch my unawares, my ex-husband wouldn’t have stood down-wind of me, so I couldn’t catch his scent. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?” 

I’d been dreading this moment, ever since I’d agreed to help Auggie with Robyn’s case. 

“I-uh-!” He blinked in surprise, looking slightly hurt. Whatever reaction he’d been hoping for, this wasn’t it. “Your contact details were in the legal paperwork dad has for Robyn’s adoption.”

“Those are my work details.”

“I-uhm-...well,” he gave me a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I asked Lawrence if he could track your number.” 

“You got your nephew to track my mobile phone? I could arrest you both, you know. I’m a Bureau agent. I could have you hauled up on so many charges!” 

“Well,” he looked crestfallen, wringing his hands together, “Lawrence couldn’t get your exact location; just a general whereabouts. I had to do the rest myself. Please don’t go after him; it’s all my fault!”

I rolled my eyes, and took a mental note to find and chastise whoever in town had given my address to a stranger. My money was on Cathy Beauchard at the post office; she’d have practically stumbled over herself to be as pleasant and as helpful as she could to the blonde haired, blue eyed, muscular figure that was Benjamin Lowell. 

“What do you want, Ben?” 

“I just…” He sighed looking out into the wilderness. “It’s a nice place. Did you build this yourself?”

“Don’t change the subject.” 

“Never could get anything past you, Lu.” He gave me his best smile, the one that used to make my stomach flutter and my toes curl. Annoyingly, it still seemed to have the same effect on me, despite not having seen him in over ten years. “I just…” He picked at an imaginary skelf in the railing, “I wanted to see you.”

“You know that’s not possible,” I sighed, unfolding my arms. “The Family made a deal. I had to leave.”

“I know. I know.”

“And you’ve remarried. Emiline must be due any day now?”

“We’ve got another month before the baby arrives.” He stopped his fidgeting and rested his elbows on the railing, mimicking my earlier stance. “You’re still the mother of my children. I didn’t want us to part the way we did, Lu. You know I never wanted…” 

He trailed off, chewing on his thoughts. 

“It’s too early in the morning for this conversation, Ben.” I picked up my coffee cup to get a refill. I didn’t offer to get him one. “The past is in the past; we can’t change it.”

“I wish we could,” he called after me. I let the screen door slam shut before me. I needed more than caffeine to get me through this discussion. 

I poured a good glug of whiskey into my cup before I topped it up with coffee. I checked my watch; I had a few hours before my shift started. With my metabolism, the booze would be out of my system by the time Auggie arrived. 

“You’re never out of my thoughts, Lu.”

Ben had always been so quiet, but he’d not been able to sneak up on me this time; his familiar scent of clean linen, with undertones of citrus and amber, as well as his own musk, had given him away. 

“We mate for life,” he continued, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing himself into my back, holding me close. I could feel his stubble on the nape of my neck as he buried himself into my hair. “I’ve missed you every day since we parted. You’ll always be my wife, no matter what the others say.” 

“And what about what I want?” It was a familiar refrain; one that I’d always bring up with him when I wanted to start a fight. I’d resented him, all those years when we were together, for what he’d done to me. But I never lost my fondness for him; he was just as much a victim of the Family as I was. I wanted to pull away, to break free of his embrace; but my body betrayed me, instead, sinking deeper into his hold. 

My breath quickened, my heart pounding in my best, the familiar heat growing between my legs. How long had it been since I’d been held by someone? Ben’s own breathing sounded laboured, a low growl emanated from his lips as he nipped at my ear lobe. 

I turned in his arms, running my hands up his arms, before coming to rest on his shoulders. I think I had intended to push him away, but when I met his eyes, and saw his hunger, any sort of resolve vanished. 

“Lupine…” The way he breathed my name, the heat from his body, the longing between us in this moment, our shared animal instinct…the last decade faded to a distant memory; the wounds of our broken marriage temporarily ignored. 

His nose brushed against mine, his way of asking permission; I didn’t pull away. I dug my nails into his shoulders, pulling him down to meet me. 

For an instant, he hesitated, his eyes studying mine. This was our event horizon; if we stopped now, we could go back. 

His lips touched mine, gently at first, but as the heat and the hunger between us grew, he became more insistent. I parted my own lips, allowing his tongue to dart in. A moan escaped the back of my throat, my hands entangled in his hair. 

He lifted me effortlessly and I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

“God, I love you.” Ben mumbled into my neck as I gasped for air. “I want you so badly.” 

“I want-” My phone rang, breaking the spell between us. Whatever it was I wanted, would have to wait.