#first 625 words

[thatunigirl]

✨18062023✨

みんなさん、こんにちは。

I cannot believe it’s been almost a full year since I did any sort of an update on my blog. It is one of those situations where life gets busy, so you forget to do certain things that aren’t immediately in your attention span regularly. Unfortunately, language learning and this blog collectively is one of them.

To try and take more meaningful steps towards my language journey, I came across a method of learning the first 625 most used words of your target language, and using it as a basis of your learning so that grammar comes easier. I’m going to give it a try, so I’ve included my first category below.

Animal - どうぶつ（動物）

Dog - いぬ（犬）

Cat - ねこ（猫）

Fish - さかな（魚）

Bird - とり（鳥）

Cow - うし（牛）

Pig - ぶた（豚）

Horse - うま（馬）

Mouse - ねずみ（鼠）

Wing - つばさ（翼）

Fur - けがわ（毛皮）

I may have added one or two of my own, but these are the beginnings of my list. I look forward to learning many more, as most of these are revision from simply being out of practice. What will your words be?

#first 625 words #japanese #japanese language #studyblr #langblr #日本語

[abbyromanoff]

Yelena Belova x her bsf. The bsf just got broken up with and yelena is comforting her but also taking advantage of this moment and starts touching her. The reader might be confused at first but she wants it so bad bc little does she know the boyfriend only broke up with her bc he knows she is in love with yelena

BETTER THAN HIM

PAIRINGS: Yelena Belova x reader

WORD COUNT: 625

WARNINGS: smut, angst, needles, dark!!, breakups, R dated a man, praise kink, degrading kink, making out, think that’s it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“I mean, I don’t even know what I did wrong.” You cried, sniffling as tears continued to roam across your face. Yelena used a small tissue to wipe them away, frowning as she took in your hopeless state. You looked so down - so sad, she wanted to do anything she could to help you.

“I know, I know. You didn’t do anything, he was a complete dick who didn’t deserve you.” You nodded, chuckling at her words. You leaned your head on her shoulder, apologizing for the wetness that stained her sleeve. She shushed you quickly, running her fingers through your hair as you continued to listen to her praising statements, a grin threatening to take over as a result.

“You’re so, so perfect, love, he just didn’t see that. I mean, you’re so beautiful, and not to mention how sweet and caring you are - you always take care of me when I’m all sick and mean.” She hummed at the thought of your soup she had the pleasure of eating when she was unwell.

“Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be more than happy to be with you.” You looked up at her through tired eyes, you and your now ex-boyfriend had been up most of the night arguing, you were bound to be restless the next day.

“You mean it?”

“I mean it. I mean every word.” You didn’t happen to notice the small proximity shared between the two of you until her breath panned against your face, your lips mere inches from touching. You titled your head slightly, leaning in as you closed the distance, resting your hand on her chest as you sunk into the feeling of her mouth on yours. She cupped your cheeks, brushing her tongue over your lips as you granted access. She moaned, bringing a hand down your body and to your waist, leading you closer to her. There was a small separation, and you took your chance to wrap your leg around her hips, placing your arms around her neck as your fingers drew small circles on her back.

The two of you only separated for air, yet you were instantly on each other once again. She explored your mouth with pleasure, basking in the soft skin you allowed her to view. She teased the bottom of your shirt, waiting for your approval before removing it, her eyes soon being blessed with the sight of your perky breasts.

“No bra?” She asked, breath heaving and short.

“I prefer going without.” You countered, shuddering when her mouth found a place on your nipples. You placed your hand on the back of her head, mumbling your appreciation between stutters.

“Fuck, Yelena,” You started. “W..we shouldn’t be doing this.” You suddenly recalled the reasoning as to why you were here. The man that just left you was still at your shared apartment, most likely gathering his items, while you sat in your friend's lap with her kisses exfoliating your body.

“Shh, I don’t want you to think, Y/N.” Her body fell on top of yours, her eyes heavy as she looked down at you.

“Your boyfriend is such a fucking pussy, let’s see what he’s missing out on.” You gasped as a needle came in contact with your skin, your body instantly falling limp as you struggled to keep awake.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m going to make you feel so good.” Your ex was lucky to make it out alive, and now she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. Once you awoke, she’d be sure to keep you safe in her hold, even if you tried to deny it. Because at the end of the day, she knew you wanted it just as bad as she did.

#yelena belova x platonic!reader #yelena belova x gender neutral reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader smut #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova smut #yelena belova #white widow #white widow x reader #white widow smut

[hypnoneghoul]

i love your daddy kink swiss/mountain.

can i raise you a daddy kink mountain and phantom? 🤨

625 words, daddy, size and breeding kinks

Phantom had always been intimidated by Mountain—it wasn’t hard to feel like that with his size. It changed fairly quickly once the quintessence ghoul had settled in the pack and had spent some time with Mountain. A big goofy softie, is what he was, but one part of Phantom’s initial feelings about the earth ghoul never left.

Mountain’s size made Phantom feel safe, as if he would protect him from anything and everything. He longed for such a feeling of security, because he’d never had it. He never felt safe on his own and much less with another ghoul present. But with Mountain? Everything’s changed but one very specific part of Phantom’s situation appeared to be slightly problematic to him at first.

After a very awkward confrontation and a few cringe… attempts at making it work, it did finally work. Or rather started working, because it had become a frequent occurrence for the two once they had found their footing. Then they both really enjoyed it.

“How’s my baby doing?” Mountain asked, his voice low and growly. It made Phantom’s insides twist with every single word.

“O– okay… ‘m okay, so okay, daddy,” the quintessence ghoul breathed out as he clenched around Mountain’s cock. He pulled back until just the tip was in and slowly but surely pushed back and listened as all air got knocked out of Phantom. A hurt little whimper left his lips and he shuddered in Mountain’s arms.

“Good boy,” he rumbled, “my good little baby boy.” 

The earth ghoul had his face buried in Phantom’s neck as he fucked him slow. His hands were wrapped around the smaller ghoul’s middle, holding him close the entire time. He was so–

“You’re so small, baby,” Mountain muttered into his skin and he could feel Phantom’s cock kick where it was trapped between them as the ghoul moaned wantonly. “I could just– just crush you, fuck... so good for me, baby.”

“Daddy, please,” Phantom cried out, begging for nothing in particular. Or more like everything. 

“It’s okay, little one.” Mountain nipped at the quintessence ghoul’s neck before pulling away to hover over him. Phantom shivered at that, the other’s size so much more noticeable and overwhelming like this. The earth ghoul looked down at Phantom’s pitiful little cock, laying against his tummy and steadily drooling precum. He took it in his huge hand—making it look even smaller—and stroked slowly, reveling in the sweet noises falling one by one from the other’s lips. “So, so little.”

“D– daddy, I’ll cum, I need it, please.”

“Not just yet,” he purred and let go of the quintessence ghoul’s cock and let it lay against his hip. He moved his hand onto his belly and spread his fingers, easily touching both of Phantom’s hip bones, covering half of his midsection.

Phantom whimpered as Mountain pressed down, not enough to hurt but more than enough for him to feel his cock through him. It was no wonder with how big it was, but it was maddening nonetheless. The earth ghoul groaned and felt his dick twitch inside of the other. “Shit, f– fuck, baby.”

“Daddy, please!”

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” Mountain grunted. He pulled his hands away again and moved them to Phantom’s shaking thighs. He wrapped his fingers around them and pulled them up, folding the smaller ghoul in half. “You’re so little it won’t take much to fill you up, will it?”

“N– no, but I need– I need all of it, daddy, p– please give it to me,” Phantom whined, panting and clenching on Mountain’s cock over and over again, trying to pull him in and keep him there.

“I will, baby. I will give you everything… until you can take no more.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul

[your-favblondie]

'*•.¸♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬♡¸.•*'

(This is one of my first times writing in the past few years and my first time writing in this way so please give me any criticism and any tips you guys may have!! Now on to the story :3)

Word Count: 625

Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll. Our winner was everyone's favorite emo, Choso!! I hope you enjoy the story and if you did leave a like or a comment down below!

Choso is soo sweet but also soooo sooo inexperienced in his relationships.

He probably has only dated one or two people before you if you aren't his first relationship.

He texts like a Victorian gentleman, uses no slang, and has perfect punctuation.

"Hello Sweetheart, I hope this message finds you well. Tell me how your day has been? Love, Choso"

His room is like a teenager's room, with posters and little collections of his favorite things, and on a shelf above his desk, he has pictures of you and his brothers, plus any gifts you've ever given him! (super sentimental) Has a matching couple's bracelets sitting on his desk for you two. ( Shhh he's gonna surprise you)

He's a very clean person! ( no dust shall cover his room) The type to always offer to help with dishes if he eats at another person's house.

Gives you little flowers he found and if you're going on a trip and he won't see you for a while he'll dry some flowers inside a book and give them to you! (he'd also do this on the regular for you and make bookmarks for you if you're an avid reader)

his love language is def gift-giving and touch!! holds your pinky with his, lets you hold onto his arm when you're out in public, and holds you from behind while you're talking with other people.

When he's sick he'll try and hide it because he feels like getting sick makes him weak and useless. ( Once you realize this you'll have to persuade him to let you take care of him. )

At the start of the relationship, I'd feel like he wouldn't be very into PDA mostly because he isn't all too used to it and hasn't been exposed to other couples doing PDA in front of him. But after a few years, it'll be the exact opposite problem will cling to you like a koala bear. Hugs from behind, sweet neck kisses, arm hung loosely around your waist, etc... He can't be away from his darling for too long or he might die!!

uses dramatization for humor, it started off as his version of trying to be sarcastic after you explained to him sarcasm. But he didn't quite catch on...

" Be careful Choso!" you called out to him as he pushed off to the ice skating rink. Recently the icey weather has made it possible to open up a skating rink so you and Choso decided to go and give it a try. Choso says he's great at skating since he and his brothers skated all the time at their non-ice skating rink. You tried to explain to him that they weren't exactly the same but didn't have the heart to break his confidence. Now you rush to put your skate on as your boyfriend waits patiently, well about as patient as a puppy, for you to join him. " let's go," he says holding your hand gently as you both step onto the rink, and for a second you think he might be okay. For a second only though... CRASH Now you stare at your boyfriend whose face planted right onto the ice and was still lying on the rink not being able to get up. as he keeps slipping back down your laughter only grows, you reach your hand out to him to help him steady himself, "I think you may be the greatest skater I've ever seen hunny" You tease. As he rises his face is full of confusion and he turns to look at you. "Baby I think to be a good skater you have to be able to stand?" He corrects you. "I'm being sarcastic chos- " "What is sarcastic?"

now every time he sucks at something he quickly jokes that he is the absolute best at it

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. I plan on continuing writing when I have the chance so please leave suggestions in the comments down below! I would greatly appreciate it! I may even do an NSFW ver. of Choso headcannons.

#jjk x reader #choso jjk #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso #choso x you #choso x y/n

[bellaxisworld]

february 10, @jegulus-microfic word prompt: violin. word count: 625.

Regulus had learned, from a very young age, to be modest and shy, to never gloat, to bring as little attention to himself as possible, to hide in the shadows, to disappear, and to avoid disrupting. He learned that his opinions were worthless, and that it was better if he was quiet, obedient. An emotionless, robot statue that could only say yes, papa or yes, maman. He learned that this was the quickest way to appease his parents when they were prone to violence against a six year old. 

Be quiet. Don’t draw attention. Go unnoticed. 

This was how he stayed safe. 

And, now—standing and sweating in front of an entirely full theater audience, gripping his violin like a lifeline, he was desperate to revert to the safety of his childhood philosophy. 

Be quiet. Don’t draw attention. Go unnoticed. 

Unfortunately, he’d invested far too much into this concert to turn back now. Regulus allowed himself a millisecond to panic, and in this fraction of a second, he thought of the sun. 

Or, more accurately, he thought of his sun: James Potter. 

James spent months convincing Regulus that yes, baby, this concert is a wonderful idea. Regulus, darling, you’re so talented, you have to share your music with the world. Sweetheart, everyone will love you. Reg, you’ll make people happy, and more importantly, you’ll make you happy. James Potter was the brightest star Regulus could have ever dreamed of catching. He was witty, and kind and gentle, and he had the biggest heart. He was enthusiastic, and lovely, and he was Regulus’ greatest weakness. Regulus would have collapsed into an anxious puddle forever after his first panic-breakdown over the concert—if it weren’t for James. Playing the violin was Regulus’ second favorite thing in the world(just a smidge behind James), and it made him happy, and he was good at playing. He knew he would sell out theaters and it would grant him quite a bit of attention. 

And that was the issue. 

Regulus had spent years and years training himself to disappear. Now, he was granted the opportunity to be somebody, to do something, and Regulus didn't know how to choose something for himself for once. 

But, he did. He chose himself, and he chose his passion, and now, he was panicking in front of a full audience, which could have ended in disaster—if not for James.

James sat in the front row, blinding smile bright and relaxed as he looked at Regulus. He had unwavering faith in him. James radiated warmth, and love, and pride. He was so proud of Regulus. So Regulus looked at him, eyes shining as he gathered his courage, and he smiled down at James. James’ smile softened—because he always understood. He nodded at Regulus, an encouraging motion, and mouthed, You got this. 

Regulus was most thankful for James because James always reminded him that he needed to put himself first sometimes(it was an equal exchange—Regulus constantly reminded James to be a little selfish). 

Regulus nodded and took some strength from James, his pride and his courage, his unconditional faith in Regulus, and breathed. 

He picked up his violin, hands steady, and he played, loud and unashamed and beautiful. He played for himself, and he played for James, and he played for everyone who still believed it was better to disappear. He played with his whole heart, and he was magnificent. 

He received a standing ovation, and the first thing he did following his bow was run right into James’ arms, smiling so hard it hurt. James was so proud of him, and showered him with love, but most importantly—Regulus was proud of himself, and he promised to never again dim his own light to make others more comfortable. 

also found on ao3(multi-chapter microfic WIP): february, i'm yours.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus au #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #marauders harry potter #hp marauders #ao3 #fanfiction #marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #bellaxis microfic #bella writes

[ratedfleur]

gym buddy.

seok matthew x reader 625 word count genre ୭ explicit

🏷️ : gym sex, matthew has a big dick, reader is kinda a whore, slight exhibitionism kink.

the moment you walked into the gym with your skimpy gym shorts that accentuated your ass and your tiny bra that looked like it would pop in half to reveal your tits.

“oh hey, start with stretching first before we start with the machines.” matthew said with his back turned against you, eyes watching your every move through the mirror in front of him.

you nod before starting with your usual stretches, it went normal not until matthew saw you reaching for your toes, boobs nearly popping out of your top.

matthew nearly drools before he looked away, trying to focus on something else that his dick wouldn’t like.

matthew made another mistake when you were now stretching yoga style. you were now on your knees like a dog, arching your back as you stretched.

he smirks before brushing that expression off of his face before he walked over to you, getting on his knees behind you as he pressed your upper body down flat on the ground.

“you weren’t doing it right. this way, everything is stretched.” matthew said to you when you yelped in surprise when he bent you over.

you nod before letting him handle you, only pressing you harder against the ground. silently wishing your plan was going well, you shook your ass as you looked back at him, “is this right?” you said as you shook your ass like a cat in heat while meeting eyes with matthew who groans before ripping your shorts in the middle, making you yelp before he took himself out of his shorts, slipping right into you as he fucked you.

“ah ah ah! matty, so fucking good!” you moan as you clenched hard around matthew’s cock.

from his gym shorts, you knew he was packing but not packing in a way where he’s girthy with veins popping out in the right places.

he had his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you towards him as he thrusted, fucking you harder and harsher, making your tits bounce as he kept fucking you.

“just love whoring yourself out huh? if i hadn’t book the gym, people could’ve seen you acting like whore.” matthew grunted when you clenched around him, liking the way he was calling you.

he chuckled, before pulling himself out and the pushing right in, making you cry out his name as he resumed with his fast thrusts.

“god, you’re taking me so well. didn’t think you could take my cock so nicely into this small pussy of yours, or maybe did you stretch yourself out before meeting with me?” matthew snickered when you only let out a moan, pussy quivering around his cock when you pushed back your ass back towards his hips as he thrusted.

“matty please…” you whimpered as you looked back at him, only growing wetter when you saw how sweaty matthew got, his veins were bulging through his skin as he held you tight against him, he had his teeth sinking into his bottom lip when you clench a little too tight around him.

“hmm? please what, baby?” matthew grunted as he responded to you as you whimpered and moved yourself back and forth against his cock, slowly moving yourself as you looked back at him.

“wanna cum..” you purr before matthew leaned down to press your head hard against the rubber covered ground before fucking you hard and deep, not letting you say anything before you started cumming around his dick uncontrollably, pussy pulsing around matthew as he fucked you.

he lets you cum all over him before he pulled out, pulling on your hair to catch your attention.

“now suck.” matthew said as he forced you to face him, forcing your head down on his cock.

© RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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[palioom]

day thirty-one - free day / public sex

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader

word count: 625

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; public sex, doggystyle, unprotected p in v, creampie

a/n: the final day!! thank you so, so much to everyone who has read, left comments, tags, anything! it was an exciting (also stressful) first kinktober! thanks for making it so enjoyable!! i'll be back to regular uploads on november 8th 🖤

• kinktober 2023 masterlist •

Oberyn knew exactly how dangerous it was. Fucking her in a little corner in the private gardens of the Red Keep, having torn her away from the feast to have her to himself. So riled up and hard from her simply sitting on his lap all evening, grinding her pretty ass against his crotch and driving him insane while doing so.

If they were caught, it could mean death. King’s Landing was different to Dorne in that way. They weren’t as open to sex and love up here like they were in the warm south, where the public setting may be frowned upon, but not punishable by losing one’s head.

But exactly that was part of the thrill, his broad hand wrapping over her mouth as he pounded into her from behind, muffling her sweet sounds. Still unable to keep the wet slapping noises quiet, his hard cock plunging into her wet heat over and over again.

“You have to stay quiet, my dove.” He whispered intently, and as if to mock her, slammed into her with a particularly harsh thrust. “Do you want them to find us?”

She shook her head, unable to keep her moans down. He simply made her feel too good with how he was fucking her, with how his hand was holding her by her hip. The obscene, wet noises only added to it.

“I suspect that you do.” He whispered against her ear, his voice so close to her and letting shivers run over her skin. “You want them to see how the Red Viper is fucking you, don’t you?”

Oberyn muffled his own groan against her shoulder, hearing footsteps draw near.

“You want them to know who is spearing open this delectable cunt, making you feel the heights of pleasure.” Rambling like a madman, hissing the words against her skin. 

Not stopping even when voices appeared right on the other side of the hedge, her heart skipping a beat but finding that the shrub was thick enough to not show anything.

Her heart was beating in her throat, threatening to jump out of it as his hand still kept firmly wrapped over her mouth.

“You do, don’t you, my dove?” Oberyn hissed, finally pushing her over the edge, groaning softly when her tight cunt grabbed him harshly. Panicking just a little when a loud noise escaped her, audible even through his hand.

“What was that?” A man said on the other side of the hedge, but not even that could deter Oberyn from chasing his own release deep inside of her. “I think I have heard something.”

The man remained quiet for a moment, silence filling the air, only broken by the wet slap of skin on skin.

“Mayhaps just an animal.” A woman said softly. “Let us go.”

The footsteps disappeared, and she could finally breathe normally again, Oberyn finally spilling himself inside of her with a loud groan.

Entirely uncaring right now if anyone heard, needing to make his fondness of her cunt known to not only her but the whole world.

Nothing could be finer than this.

Slowly he slipped his hand from her mouth, instead steadying her form as she stood on weak legs, giggling like she was drunk.

“I think you wanted them to hear, my love.” She said, her gown sliding down over her ass again, covering her up as if nothing had ever happened.

Oberyn put himself away, chuckling as well. Linking his arm with hers, he smiled softly at the way her legs still trembled when they appeared from behind the hedge.

“Mayhaps I did, my dove.” He laughed, his eyes twinkling as he looked at her. “But you can not say that you did not enjoy it as well.”

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[my-corneroftheworld]

Stay here a little longer

Summary: Shuri frequents your apartment (your riri's roommate) and you finally find out why.

Tags: Shuri x fem reader, pure cringey filth, smut (if that wasn't obvious) minors not allowed, scissoring, fingering, cunnilingus

Wordcount: 625

Ps. Shuri's purple tracksuit does something to me and as usual, I welcome constructive criticisms in the comments. I am new to writing smut so don't expect much.

Shuri would come to Riri's apartment for a second opinion about new tech. Or at least that's what you kept on telling yourself. It certainly had nothing to do with you. You've barely spoken to one another, just a hey here and there. But right now all you could think about were the moments that alluded to something like this. That time you offered her coffee and her hand brushed yours and lingered for a second longer than it should've. Or the time when you were discussing something dear to your heart and she would look at you so intentionally it made your whole being tingle.

Not to say you haven't checked her out when she and Riri would talk about things far beyond your understanding. How her hands moved in sync with her words or how her canines would peak through when she smiled. You expected it to end there, only allowing yourself to enjoy one another from a distance. So how is it that you ended up underneath the revered Queen of Wakanda you had no idea.

She was kissing your neck, allowing her hands to roam on every curve of your body. You couldn't help but moan when she kneaded your thighs. "Are you ok with this?" she asked in between breaths. "Yes, oh my god yes," you answered and took her face in your hands pulling her into a kiss. It was slow and passionate but it didn't take long before you became desperate for more. Your shirts and bras were the first to go. Feeling your chests rubbing together as you hold each other whilst grinding on each other was ethereal. You wanted more, no you needed more. In a daze you beg her to touch you, to feel you. "Anxious are we?" She asks with a smug look on her face. But you could tell she was as desperate as you by how quickly she discarded your pants. Completely naked, she began to kiss you from the neck down stopping at your breast, sucking a nipple whilst gripping the other. You felt her hand hover above your core, your breath quivered and your hips bucked chasing for any kind of friction. She touches you slowly and watched as your eyebrows pinched out of ecstasy. Then she put a finger in, then two, each stroke taking you closer to your destination. Just a little more. "Don't stop...please don't stop" you pleaded.

Right when you're almost over the edge, she stops. You look up at her with tears in the corner of your eyes. "Don't look at me like that. I'll make you come as much as you need but I want to feel you first." She stations herself between your legs, one by her shoulder and the beneath her. Once she comes in contact with you, you start grinding, trying to relieve yourself in whatever way you can. She grunts quietly and pushes your hips down slightly as a warning. Letting you know that she was in charge of the pace. "Be patient, my love." The nickname makes you flustered despite your appearance. She starts grinding on you in an even rhythm. It didn't take long before you were a moaning mess. She could feel that you were close and brought her finger- her gorgeous fingers- right where it needed to be. You called out her name like a silent prayer, one that she welcomed. "Almost there, baby." Until finally you saw lights, your body being washed over by intense pleasure. Shuri joined a few moments after and then brought you close. She held for a few minutes, the silence was a comforting one. "Lets stay here a little longer" She finally said before kissing you on the forehead. How can you say no to that?

#shuri x you #shuri smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri x y/n #shuri x reader

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness Epilogue /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 625

Notes: It’s a bittersweet feeling as SOD is finished, this was my first multichapter series and I love it so much, it was a very nice journey.

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Y/N sighed, her hands resting on her desk as she sipped the warm tea, a soft knock sounded on the other side of the door, and as the door opened, a male stepped in.

“High Lady.” He bowed his head a little. “This appeared today, it’s for you.” He approached the table and left the letter on top of the papers that were scattered around.

“Thank you, Yur.” She said and the male just nodded, leaving her office. She reached for the letter, no name on it, but she opened the envelope, grabbing the paper inside.

“Dear Y/N!

It’s been a while since we saw each other, things have been great ever since our last encounter. Nyx is growing up so fast, it makes my heart ache with the change.

Nesta and Cassian are happily enjoying their mated life, training the priestesses and whoever wants to join them in combat.

Elain is out in Spring Court with Lucien, the two of them are doing a great job in rebuilding Spring alongside Tamlin, and slowly learning about their bond. Elain told me she plans to accept it soon.

We’ve been happy, and we miss you dearly, but I’m afraid things aren’t as good as we thought, as things with the Mortal Queens are still tense and a new threat looms in the dark.

Rhys doesn’t want to disturb, he says that you and Az need your peace, but I know he is distressed, that he hasn’t been sleeping, fearing that we’re forced to go to battle again.

From a High Lady to another, I beg for your help. We need to prepare for whatever is coming.

Love, Feyre!”

The words made her heart twist on her chest, what could it be now? She clenched her fists, the thought of another thing to disturb their well deserved peace made her blood boil.

She got up, going after her mate, the letter clutched in hands. She found him by the sparring ring, Eris was there, she had no idea they were even coming today. Eva quickly wrapped her from behind.

“I missed you baby.” She says and Y/N smiles at her.

“We missed you too.” She replies, still feeling tense. Azriel immediately turns to her, blocking Eris and striding towards his wife.

“Something wrong?” He asks, feeling her distress through the bond. His hand rested on her belly.

“They need us.” She said, letter in hand. Azriel quickly reads through it.

“I’m sorry but we can’t go.” He replies.

“Of course we can, I still can handle myself Az.” He rolled his eyes.

“You’re four months pregnant, woman.” He pointed and Y/N shrugged.

“I still beat your ass any time.” She argues. “I’m not dying Azriel, I can fight just as well as I could.” Azriel held his mate closer.

“Please, reconsider.” He pouted and she pinched his cheek.

“No! Now we need to get ready, all of us.” She looked around, Eva and Eris nodded but Azriel still didn’t want her risking her life.

“There’s nothing I can say to make you give up?” He begged.

“I never ran away from danger, and I certainly don’t plan to do it now.” She rubbed her belly.

“Okay, but if I feel like you’re in danger, no matter how small, I’m protecting you, and only you, you’re my priority.” He warned.

“Such a Mother Hen.” She joked, pulling her mate in for a kiss. “We will be safe Az, with you, we’re always safe.” She reassured him.

“I can’t say no to my mate.” He finally gave in. “I bet they will be quite shocked about you.” He pointed to the round belly forming.

“Let’s just say that I love to do a big entrance.”

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[00127am]

signed with love and forever yours, chenle

postage. zhong chenle & gn! reader, cursing, mentions of kissing, very brief mention of sex (only in name, no details) cost to ship. 625 words

i can't seem to get you out of my mind.

you stick to my skin like glue that i just cannot seem to wash off. it's annoying, really. having to exist in each and every moment with the preconceived fantasy of you playing in my head with every word and every breath and every movement (all dedicated to one more second spent with the vision of you in my head). i hate how much i think of you, nearly as much as i hate being away from you (though the latter proves to be much worse).

i haven't been able to stop thinking about you since before any kisses of ours. and before the first time we fucked (does the use of the word fucking ruin the letter for you? i can practically hear you nagging me to change it to "making love," or something equally as stupid). you've haunted my mind since i before felt your touch on my skin and before you flashed that strikingly pretty smile in my direction. i can't tell you when it began. when you made your permanent home in the forefront of my every waking moment. but i wouldn't be surprised if you were always there, from the moment we first met.

i know i say that i don't remember it. and i don't, not your version of our initial meeting. and maybe i avoid the topic to hold myself from the embarrassment of admitting that i've been aware of you for much longer than you've been aware of me. or perhaps because if we did talk about it, and you pried (like you always do) then i would be forced to admit that i've been utterly and incomprehensibly in love with you from the moment i first saw you. a memory which i revisit nearly as often as i fantasize about you.

it's not revisited enough. at least, not enough to burn off the remainder of your lingering presence in my mind. something i doubt i'll ever be able to truly remove, though i'm not sure i'd ever want too. but if i did, if i had to move on from you, i doubt that i would ever be able too. both a matter of lacking the courage and the simple fact that i'm afraid that i will not ever be able to love anyone as i have loved you. because you, in every essence of yourself, are love to me. more so than any textbook definition and scientific measurement.

i can't seem to get you out of my head. so do me a favor and come to me in person instead. please.

about chenle's love letters.

all of chenle's letters are never meant to see the light of day, much less your gaze. he writes them on whatever is in his reach in the moment, the spare napkin laying on his desk and the back of the cardboard box from his most recent purchase. his words are lovely and kind, filled with an adoration that he expresses to you in touch rather than prose, filing the letters away in the bottom drawer of his desk. they'll reach your eyes some day, just not now, not when he feels like his heart may burst at the mere thought of you.

he often writes his letters in an irritated daze, bottom lip caught between his teeth and eyes set, furrowed, upon the bridge of his nose. the grip of his pen is tight, ink pushing harsh into the paper. all of his letters are written with love, despite being tainted by the faint impression of vexation. an aggravation stemming from the fault of feeling too much. loving too much. something chenle finds easy to blame upon you for all intents and purposes.

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[mimisempai]

Irresistible 

Summary

When the tasting of a chocolate parfait leads to another tasting...

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #29: Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force

On Ao3

Rating G -  625 words

"It's absolutely delicious. Do you hear me, Crowley? Delicious!"

They sat side by side on the sofa, enjoying a dessert that Crowley had bought on his way home from the planetarium.

The demon replied in an amused tone, "Honestly, I don't think I've heard you say anything else since the first time I saw you eat."

"And that bothers you?"

Crowley shook his head and replied, "Not at all. On the contrary, since I'm the one tempting you half the time, I'm glad you enjoy it."

Aziraphale looked at Crowley's plate and asked innocently, "Are you going to finish your dessert?"

Crowley didn't reply and took his plate and placed it on A'ziraphale's empty plate, pleased to see the stars in the angel's eyes as he thanked him before replacing his napkin on his lap.

Crowley rested his chin on his hands and watched with amusement as the angel enjoyed his chocolate parfait. 

What he hadn't told the angel was that he'd only eaten half of his cake just for that. 

Just for the pleasure of seeing the angel enjoy what he was eating.

Just to see his expression of delight.

The way his eyes closed as if each bite was perfect.

The way he inhaled with anticipation between each bite.

The way his lips closed around the spoon and the little hum of pleasure each time the food made contact with his tongue.

The way his tongue flicked out lightly from time to time, not letting anything go to waste.

"Do I have something on my face?"

The angel's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and the demon shook his head as Aziraphale, who had moistened his finger, scooped the last crumbs off his plate before bringing his finger to his mouth.

Instinctively, Crowley licked his lips, unable to take his eyes off the angel's mouth.

Lost in his contemplation, he didn't immediately see that Aziraphale had finished eating, and it was only at the sound of the plate the angel set down on the coffee table that he came out to see that his lover was looking at him, blushing slightly.

He saw the angel's eyes slide slightly to his mouth and couldn't help but lick his lips again in response.

They didn't know who leaned in first, or who placed their lips on the other's first, or who sighed first when their lips touched, but it didn't matter when their lips began to move against each other.

Aziraphale's hands tangled in the demon's hair as Crowley's cupped the angel's face, deepening the kiss.

The kiss lasted until they had no choice but to pull apart to catch their breath, and Aziraphale asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "May I have some more cake?" 

"Demanding today, aren't we, Angel? Haven't you had enough?"

Aziraphale replied, licking his lips cheekily, "I can never get enough of this kind of dessert."

He barely had time to finish before Crowley had pressed his lips to his again for another kiss, showing the angel that he wasn't the only one who couldn't get enough of this kind of dessert.

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Still not beta'd

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Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[topguncortez]

Court of Thieves

|| Prologue

Jake Seresin x Reader AU | series masterlist | main masterlist

synopsis: years after your wedding to the King, a wedding in which he promised to love and care for you till your final breath.

word count: 625

warnings: mentions of being imprisoned, mentions of burning flesh, mentions of beheading, betrayal, treason.

It was raining. You were never one to like rainy days. You couldn’t go outside and enjoy the vast gardens that surrounded the palace grounds. The scent of mildew and copper made your head hurt. And the castle felt more like a prison when the sun wasn’t able to shine through the large windows. But you assumed, if you were going to die, you would rather it be on a rainy day. 

Your throat felt like sandpaper from the hours you spent crying on the floor of the tower room you were in. You were sure that your stomach was starting to eat itself. You could hardly bring yourself to eat, the anxiety in your body was making it hard to keep anything down. Occasionally sounds of other prisoners would filter in through the walls, reminding you that you weren’t the only one awaiting your fate from the King. You buried your head in your pillow when the noise would get too loud, knowing that someone was about to lose their head. The scent of burning flesh made your own skin crawl. 

“No Queen had ever been put to death in Brinefell.” 

Those words had been spoken to you many years ago when you first traveled to Landing Center. You had feared getting married to the then Crown Prince of Brinefell. You didn’t know a single thing about him other than that he was a flirt, a pretty boy with a pretty face. He wasn’t one for settling down and had no intention of ever settling down. But that had all changed when he found himself suddenly in charge of the throne. 

You knew your marriage was only because your father had a debt to pay to the then King. But somewhere along the line, you had fallen in love with your King. You had tried not to, for so many months, you had tried so hard to not fall in love with those gorgeous green eyes, his devilish charm, and his beautiful smile. But Jake made it easy. He made it almost too easy to fall in love. 

“Maybe I was always the fool,” You whispered to yourself. 

“What, your majesty?” One of the maids, Katherine, asked, as she pinned back your hair. 

“Nothing,” You said, looking down at the small bible in your hands. Katherine nodded and finished your hair, stepping back and curtseying to you when she was finished. 

From hearing the guards talk, you knew that today was your trial. You were hoping that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to change your fate. That the King was still the man that you had fallen in love with. That he was still the man that you had children with. That he was still the man who would stand between the heavens and earth to see you smile. 

There was a knock on the door pulling you out of your thoughts. You stood up, smoothing your hands over your black dress, trying your best to collect yourself. 

“Come in,” You said softly. Your voice felt rough from the days of not speaking. 

The head guard, Sir Anthony walked in through the door, a grim look on his face. You felt your legs begin to shake, and bile rise in your throat. You didn’t even need to be told, it was written clearly on his face. Swallowing, you nodded your head, giving him the go-ahead to tell you the news from the Castle. Sir Anthony sighed, pulling the scroll in his hands, and sparing you a glance before reading the script. A single tear fell down your face as you fell to your knees. 

“No Queen had ever been put to death in Brinefell.”  

Well, that was once true.

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

All In or All Out?

Summary: Dean needs an answer.

Warnings: None really.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 625

A/N: I got this very fun ask:

Anonymous asked: use a photo on your phone camera roll and write a quick scene/hc for it

So, the photo above is the one I used. Hope you enjoy what I came up with for it. ❤️

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

"You gotta decide here and now." Dean told her in a low, firm voice. "I know it's not fair."

He looked up at her standing in front of him and tried to catch her gaze, but she purposely wasn't looking. "And you can think I'm an asshole if you want." He continued with a shrug. "That's your right, and you're probably not wrong."

Y/N shook her head, still refusing to look at him, far too aware of the sway those green eyes had over her. But Dean finally reached up to grab her chin and force her gaze back to his.

"Hey." He said quietly. "Look at me." 

She did, and she fell - like she knew she would. She would fall for this man forever. 

"I need to know, sweetheart." He said huskily. "You have to be all in or all out in this life. I know, because I've tried straddling the fence before and it just doesn't work. Live like that and hunters miss things, or they lose focus and they fumble. So, if we're gonna be together, I mean for real, for life," he was the one to drop his gaze this time, "then, Baby, you gotta decide if you can deal with me as a hunter, whether or not you can live this life with me."

She saw the muscle in his jaw flex. "Or, if it's too much for you then…okay. That's," he licked his lips, biting into the bottom one before clearing his throat, "that's okay. I get it."

He captured her gaze again and smiled softly. But his eyes were sad and they made Y/N’s heart ache. "But look…whatever you decide, sweetheart, I’ll always love you. That won't ever change."

Y/N closed her eyes and thought about the future she'd have with him; living in constant fear of losing him, watching him beat himself up when he lost people, knowing there was no way for her to stop him from doing that, putting up with him when he lashed out at her because the weight of the world was bearing down on his shoulders, and even knowing there might be some things he'd prioritize above their love - saving the world tended to be a sacrificial gig. 

She thought about all the bad, and tried to weigh it against the good, as she'd been doing for days since Dean first said that he needed her to give him an answer. She'd tumbled everything around and around in her mind and finally she was coming to the conclusion that there were dozens of reasons, big and small, for her to say no, to bow out.

And only one reason to stay, one reason to sign on to a hunter's life and that was the hunter sitting in front of her now. The reasons all boiled down to one very real, inescapable truth.

If she walked away from Dean Winchester, her soul would stay behind. 

She would never not need him, never not crave him. She was never, ever going to be able to say goodbye to that smile, and those eyes that held enough pain for fifty lifetimes, but that could still sparkle, bright and beautiful.

So, the choice he was giving her, wasn't really much of a choice. She was lost at their first hello.

She leaned forward and cupped his cheeks in her hands, her heart squeezing when he nuzzled into the touch.

"There is no other answer for me, Dean. You are my answer. My only answer." She shrugged and smiled lovingly before she pressed her mouth to his, feeling the heat of his lips sweep across her skin. She pulled back and, pressing her forehead to his, she made her vow.

"I'm all in."

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[elliemarchetti]

Gwynriel Weeks Day 3

I really wanted to participate in this year’s @gwynrielweeksofficial, but since at the moment my free time is decidedly limited I opted for writing a collection of drabbles, a story that can be read all together or as standalones. I don’t know how many chapters I will actually be able to publish, but I present you the first, set after ACOSF and whatever happened in the last CC book (I haven’t read that saga and I don’t intend to, so I don’t know if the timeline is right)

Prompt: Confessions

Warnings: Angst

Words: 625

"I thought about you while you were gone."

Gwyn’s soft voice broke the comfortable silence, making him wince. Her words hit harder than any blow he ever received in his long life as a warrior, striking straight to the heart. He had found her on the stands of the training arena, her hair down, her feet bare and only a light nightgown to cover her slender body. The full moon made her look like a forgotten goddess he wanted to worship, a physical reaction that reminded him why he had to stay away.

“I feared you wouldn’t come back,” she went on, her usual sweet smell mixing with that of the alcohol she previously drank. Her teal eyes were wide, but uncharacteristically veiled with sadness, as if she still didn’t believe he was real and alive, next to her in the dark. Ever since Azriel had returned to the Night Court, they had never been alone. He had made up all sorts of excuses to postpone their private training sessions, and when she was with the Valkyries, he had let Cassian lead her training, for every moment he spent too close was a suffering, a test of his honour and morals.

“Do you want me to escort you inside?” he asked, when the absence of her words became too much to bear, ready to offer his jacket to cover her figure on the short journey. While he was on his mission, he had a lot of time to ponder. He usually liked the solitude, to be away from useless chatter and invasive questions, but the sound of Gwyn’s voice was music, the only thing capable of silencing the constant buzz of his thoughts and the fussing of his shadows. He had missed her incredibly, and when he saw her again with the other priestesses, the breath had left his lungs, making him gasp and eager to hold her in his arms, something he never did before and certainly couldn’t do at the moment, out of the blue.

In response to his question, Gwyn simply shook her head, the long hair escaping from behind her left ear, framing her face like a burnished cascade. For an instant, Azriel deluded himself that they were the only beings still existing in the world, light and shadow colliding with the stars as their only witnesses. He had to resist the impulse to retreat when she touched the tips of his flame-torn fingers with her own, smooth and tapered, and he had to will his instinct to not drag her on top of him and fuck her senseless. He wasn’t like those beasts who had violated her, but he was rough, and flawed and…

She’s about to kiss you, purred one of his shadows, the sound audible to him only. It was true, and as much as he had to, Azriel didn't stop it from happening. He responded to the delicate peck on his full lips as if he were afraid he might break her just by moving too fast, and he followed her lead with the fluidity of a centuries old spy.

“I’m sure Lady Elain is more capable than me, but after all the apprehension of the past few weeks, I had to do it,” she murmured when they finally parted, and something in Azriel broke. His detachment capitulated like the walls of a conquered city, and decades of repression resurfaced, freezing him in place. He watched her walk away, her back straighter than he would’ve expected, her pride intact. She was a force of the nature, incapable of regret, unaware that she had just left ruins and destruction in her wake.

“I thought of you too,” he whispered to no one, the words lost in the wind.

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[tossawary]

I usually grab my AO3 stats for my own personal record-keeping and celebration of achievements on December 31st / January 1st (end of the year) and on August 19th (the day I first started posting), but I was out of town this year on AUG 19 and kept putting it off. (I feel like I've been so, so spacey and busy this year.) So, I'm posting them now! What's a month between me and my blog?

Since my last check-in, I wrote and posted... "Stepping Up" (90,263 words), "First Contact" (7,166 words), and "if words could make wishes" (31,424 words). The "Scum Villain Stories" series is now at 1,216,156 words and 24 fics, which will make "Servant to a Different King" lucky number 25, it seems.

I don't write for the stats and don't track them outside of these little "hey, I should acknowledge the passage of time so it doesn't fall into one big blur" posts, but I think it's neat to take them and hold them up against both specific (SVSSS) and general fandom preferences. (Which fics attract clicks in which fandoms? Why? Why not? It's fun to speculate wildly and possibly wrongly.)

Hm, I really should write more rarepairs so I can broaden and continue my amateur, extremely biased, essentially useless data analysis of these things... (joking) or so I'll say to defend my decision to forcibly drag everyone onto an unusual rarepair ship with me someday (intended humorously, but I am seriously interested in exploring some rare pairings for their own sake). I'll be like a reverse-kraken. Instead of monstrously dragging sailors off the ship and into the depths of the sea, I'll be scooping innocent beach-goers from their swimming and putting them on my boat.

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[writeshite]

helloooo, just wanted to make a daryl dixon request? the male readers are lacking lmao

it's canon that daryl was very abused and mistreated by his father when merle was away and in one scene where merle tears up his shirt from behind daryl has scares from when he was beaten up with probably a belt.

Daryl now has a boyfriend who loves him so much, but he was avoidant of the topic with him. Until they were having their aftercare session after an intimate moment and reader takes little time to see Daryl's back, Daryl's head on reader's lap while he smokes and caresses the scarred back, that's when Daryl opens up about everything.

"I'll take care of you."

"It's rotten work."

"Not for me, not if it's you."

Kintsugi

Summary:

Daryl doesn’t believe in love. But you would disagree. Holding his hands as though he were the most precious thing left in this apocalyptic world, laying kiss after kiss on his skin, each one accompanied by a whisper of adoration, combing his hair back to gaze lovingly at his eyes, “There you are, love.” To which he would blush, shoving your face away as you grinned at his bashful expression. 

Pairings:

Dary Dixon x Male Reader

Tags:

Comfort | Angst | Warning - Mentions of Child Abuse | Flashbacks

Words: 625

Author's Note:

I would like to preface this with the warning that there will be flashbacks to Daryl's childhood which, alongside the rest of the fic, will include child abuse.

Daryl doesn’t believe in love. 

His father did a bang-up job squandering it, a belt to his back once or twice a day, thrice if he cried, several more if he tried to evade it. His penchant for running away saved him more times than he could count - drunk old man Dixon was not someone to be around - but back to the point, Daryl Dixon did not believe in love, particularly for himself. But you would disagree. Holding his hands as though he were the most precious thing left in this apocalyptic world, laying kiss after kiss on his skin, each one accompanied by a whisper of adoration, combing his hair back to gaze lovingly at his eyes, “There you are, love.” To which he would blush, shoving your face away as you grinned at his bashful expression. 

Now, lying his head on your lap, puffing away, Daryl finds comfort in the silence of the night; he enjoys the feeling of your hands through his hair. He tries not to flinch when your hands drift lower, praying the absence of light hides the scars across his back. It had been a topic of almost conversations - when his shirt rode up, or you woke with his back to you - you never pushed, and perhaps Daryl was a coward for never saying anything. You pause just at the base of his neck, fingers grazing the first mark - his oldest, near his shoulder, and as big as his hand had been at the time. 

“December 5th…” he mumbles.

“What?”

“December 5th…wanted hot chocolate but couldn’t get the cocoa…the game was on…dad didn’t like being interrupted….”

Daryl had been small, even for a six-year-old, and the cocoa had been way up on the top shelf, shoved behind the flour and sugar. He’d climbed the counter and stood up, head smacking against the cabinet a bit when he did. He just wanted to shove the flour and sugar away - the flour moved easily, but the sugar didn’t. So he did what any child would; he pulled and fell, bringing with him a rain of sugar. The sound of his fall and the sugar sack hitting the floor was enough to catch his father’s attention. 

“What the— boy, you better not be fucking up my kitchen!” 

Daryl hadn’t been hurt that bad from the fall, but he wouldn’t know, having run off before his father could step foot in the kitchen.

“....didn’t get very far….”

“NO, NO— Pa—” Daryl had screamed when he’d been dragged back by his hair, cowering with his hands held high as his father shouted at him, the man’s favorite belt in his hand, heated up by the steam of the kettle. “I was cold, I—”

“... dipped the thing into the hot water and beat me with it….”

Daryl didn’t continue down memory lane, and you’d gone quiet, pausing in your movements - he sat up, moving from the bed to grab another smoke. He could feel a little shake in his hands, halting when he felt your hands on his back again, “I don’t —” his throat clogged up as tears pricked the corner of his eyes.

“Ok,” you responded. There was no phantom pain to soothe, yet you continued to do so, palm slowly running across his back as he rubbed furiously at his eyes. He hadn’t meant to start crying; you moved to stand ahead of him, thumbs wiping the remnants of his tears. “We don’t have to keep talking about him, ok?”

Daryl nods, sniffling, “I’m sorry, it’s rotten work.”

“What?”

“Me….I’m rotten work,” he clarifies.

“Not for me,” you counter, “not if it’s you, Daryl.” 

Daryl doesn’t believe in love, but being pulled back into the covers to lie by you, he could.

End Note:

Hope you enjoyed it. Stay Hydrated.

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