#250 words

[bg-sparrow]

Trick or treat

Hey! How about some Dark Castle Rumbelle? 🥀

This was one of my first June of Doom snippets this year, but it went unused. It was originally written for the prompt "You're not going to like this" (which I later used for While You Were Sleeping instead). I did foreshadow this punishment at the end of A Princess Must Be Knowledgable, however, when Rumple told her she'd be "polishing suits of armor for a month" for drugging him to clean his wound:

Rumplestiltskin, when provoked into a foul mood, demanded Belle’s immediate attention to laborious chores that were, somehow, in no way to interfere with her routine duties.  He craved that subdued flash of incredulity in Belle’s eyes, the slightest hint that she was tempted to insubordination before she bit her lip, bowed her head, and set to work.  Belle stared down a long corridor lined with forty suits of armor. A grimy leer cracked across Rumplestiltskin’s face.  “Make ‘em shine!” He returned at midnight, silently watching Belle blink back angry tears at the foot of the fourth suit of armor. The cramps in her hands had become too painful to grip the rag properly, and her frustration formed a hard lump in her throat. Belle collapsed against the wall, sighing tearfully. She massaged the pinch from her wrists, hissed when she flexed her fingers. Sobbed when her forehead touched her knees. Rumplestiltskin cursed the guilt cloying at his conscience. How dare she. Belle gasped as he came around the corner, hurrying to her knees. “I-I’m sorry, Rumplestiltskin, please. I’m trying, I just –” Rumplestiltskin waved a pulse of green light down the corridor. When it subsided, all forty suits of armor were pristine. He suffered a more robust, less desirable shade of Belle’s incredulity then, one that sought to scorch him with shame. “You –!” “I need you to be able to carry my breakfast tray in the morning.” He magicked away her cleaning supplies. “You can… clean the insides tomorrow.”

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[bbynedtime]

Hiii I looove your fics, I thought you might enjoy a lil askbox fic in exchange :3

"Edward?"

"muh?"

Little's mouth remained slightly open after uttering the little noise, and James could not help but smile at the lieutenant. He had been poring over some paperwork, but now he had raised his head from his lists and numbers to look at his commander.

James made sure to shut the door.

"Just checking in. Do you need a change?"

Little coloured instantly at the question. It seemed like no matter how often it was asked, he never got used to it. In fact, he quickly shook his head, and James knew he had not even thought about the answer yet. "No? Let me check."

Little, despite his rash reply, let him. His head hung low, and he stared down at the tips of his boots, and he pressed his lips together. But he did not fret when James bid him to stand and slid a hand - no doubt it was cold - into the back of his breeches and between his legs.

"Oh, Edward," James sighed. The fabric against his palm was warm and moist, soaking through already. Little shivered miserably.

"You poor thing. You don't need to lie to me, you know?"

"I," Little began, feebly, and then he said no more but blinked away the tears in his eyes. His lovely, dark eyes. James ached to see trust in them.

"Come now. We'll get you nice and cleaned up."

James took the poor lieutenant's hand. And as he stumbled along, Edward gave the tiniest nod.

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH💖💖💖💖💖🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️💖💖 NED'S SO CUTE😭😭😭

He's doing some adulting awww... so cute though how quickly he switches with the help of a little embarassment🥰🥰

"You don't need to lie to me, you know?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND JAMES HELD HIS HAND TOO IM GOING TO CRY💖💖💖💖

[dartshwini]

The ‘Regulars’ Customer

12th july prompt: coffee by @jegulus-microfic

cafe au, 250 words

the phoenix cafe was always busy in the evenings, full of college students after lectures and the door kept bringing in people who were rushing back from work.

but that same door always brought in a tall boy with dark curly hair that sat atop his pale-skinned head. he was usually wearing a black or dark green turtle-neck with a blazer over it or a button-up shirt in similar colours.

behind the counter of the same cafe was a barista with tan skin and jet black hair that was rarely ever tame. he had the brightest smile you could ever imagine. nothing could really dampen his cheery mood either, be it an angry customer or a really busy rush hour.

regulus was a regular customer, and james was usually the one to serve him. his usual was hot black coffee without sugar and a turkey ham croissant. so when the younger boy came in with his head hanging low and his aura was colder than usual, james immediately whipped up his order and had it ready for him.

when regulus was about to order, james handed him a tray with his usual order.

“how did you know…?”

“you’re a regular customer. or should i say a ‘regulars’ customer” said james with a lopsided grin.

“thanks” said the pale-skinned boy. he rolled his eyes at the little wordplay james had done, but internally he was blushing so hard and screaming so loud he was worried the older boy might hear it.

[himebushou]

A quick bit of much-needed fluff for @bbfeelings!

Negotiations

“Miri, what are you still doing up?  You've got Aozora in the morning.” 

She shifted ever-so-slightly and attacked Kazuki with the full force of her cutest pout.  “We're watching Morio Kart!  It's the Inter– the Inter–” 

“International,” Rei supplied. 

“The International Cup!” Miri bounced on the sofa and pointed at the TV.  “It's in America!” 

Kazuki coughed.  “And where exactly is America, Miri?” 

“I dunno!”

Rei crammed a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. For Miri's benefit, he explained that America was ‘far away’.  At least, Kazuki supposed, that was probably what Rei said.  It was a little hard to tell with all the chewing and crunching.

It was clear that neither father nor daughter would be getting up anytime soon.  With a final glance at the clock and an exaggerated yawn (Miri yawned on cue; Kazuki smirked), Kazuki grabbed a blanket and dropped into the spot beside Miri.

He watched her face for a few minutes, basking in Miri’s giggles and the way she held her breath when her favourite racer was poised to lose.  But all was well: the player recovered dramatically and crossed the finish line first.  Miri screamed, “YES!” and punched the air.  Her eyes shone. 

Kazuki leant his cheek on one hand.  He was brimming with love. 

And, judging from the way his partner’s gaze moved from the 4K display to Miri’s explosion of joy, Suwa Rei was equally far gone – just as besotted.

[3starhurricane]

“PFFT HAHA ZEN, YOU FELL ON YOUR FACE.” After he tripped on a pillow trying to finish the pillow fight you both got into, you look at his face pouting and can’t help but giggle a little more. But you walk towards him to make sure he's alright as he looks up with a cute face that you just wanna kiss and squish, he smiled at you and grabbed your waist pulling you down catching you by surprise, you both breaking into a fit of giggles as you both enjoyed each other’s presence in this moment. The mood mellowed out while you both were on the floor cuddling each other, Zen couldn’t help the goofy smile on his face as he looked at you with nothing but love for you and you felt the same way. Looking up with a smile on your face as you pepper his face with kisses and Zen couldn’t help but feel his face heat up by this contact, tightening his hold on your waist as he basked in the affection. Pulling away with an overexaggerated “mwah!” moments like these where both of you are in your own little world with nothing but love for each other, make your whole day. Moving closer to his chest, relaxing to the warmth as both of you relished in this quiet moment, closing your eyes and being pulled to sleep. Zen looked down at you and smiled softly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead and pulling covers over the both of you.

[xanthippe74]

Drarry microfic: Teamwork

“You skipped question 34-G on this one as well, Potter!” Malfoy says, voice rising. “How many times must I remind—”

Pfwoo!

With a deliberate display of wandless magic, Harry shoots another half-chewed Bertie Bott’s Bean at the motivational poster hanging just outside his cubicle. “TEAMWORK!” it exhorts beneath a photograph of an Auror and an MLE Admin staff member shaking hands. Ron enjoys pointing out that it looks like they’re eye-fucking, because he’s definitely the worst best friend Harry’s ever had.

“Every question on these case reports must be—”

Pfwoo!

“Yuck, spinach.” Harry reaches into the box again, undaunted.

“That’s disgusting. Must you do that every time I review your reports?”

“Must you waste my time by coming in person, instead of sending a memo like a normal person?” Harry sends a liver-flavoured bean at the MLE bloke’s face. His aim has improved immensely these past few months. “Why perch your arse on the corner of my desk every week when you could stay in your cushy Admin office?”

Malfoy stands with a huff and throws Harry’s report at him. “Maybe you should solve that mystery, Auror Potter.”

Harry watches him go, then Vanishes the beans on the carpet with a distracted wave of his wand. His eyes fall on the poster… on the intense way the two men smile at each other… on the way the Admin fellow’s robes don’t fit nearly as nicely across the shoulders as Malfoy’s do. Harry launches himself out of his chair.

“Malfoy, wait!”

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, "teamwork."

[petitmonde]

jasyasco + one of them getting sick for the first time

I quite love that trope, so ofc! I felt inspired to do the 250. Enjoy.

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Bosco staggered their way into the kitchen to have a look at the noise their girlfriend was making in the kitchen. Jasmine hummed to herself as she was cutting up some carrots. Awfully chipper for 7 am, at least to Bosco's tastes. Having scouted out the situation, Bosco tried to sneak out of the kitchen without being noticed. The only foil to that plan was their inability to walk straight, so with a whump they hit the wall.

"Bosco, is that you?" Jasmine put down the knife and walked over to Bosco, who attempted to act like they hadn't just walked into a wall. "You're usually not up this early."

"I wanted to see what all the ruckus was about. Daya's still asleep." Bosco leaned on the wall for support. Something felt a little off.

"Well, she's sick, so I've ordered her back to bed. It's why I'm making soup" 

"Can I help with anything?" 

Jasmine gave them a side eye, until something clicked for her. "Say, aren't you a little pale as well?" She got way up into Bosco's business, to really get a look.

"N-no, you're just imagining things." Bosco denied. Damn Jasmine for being so observant. 

Jasmine put her hand on their forehead and frowned. "You're burning up. Like hell I'm imagining things."

"I'm fine! I just need some Advil and water before I leave for work." 

"You." Jasmine poked at their chest. "Are going back to bed to sleep. And when I finish the soup, you will eat it." Jasmine was stern. She wouldn't budge and it was a war Bosco knew they had already lost.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

30 FILTHY DAYS CHALLENGE. SWALLOWING.

BUCKY BARNES. ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ warnings: nsfw, oral sex (male receiving), mention of bodily fluids.

❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

Bucky was too tired after his mission, that you've had to help him to strip himself, as he was sitting on the edge of your bed. You decided to give him a little reward and now your super-boyfriend is balls deep down your throat. The gag makes his whole body vibrate, while he has his iron hand tangled on your hair, pushing you a little more until your nose meets his pelvis. He's about to cum. You feel it by the way his thighs clench under your fingers.

Tossing his head back with a loud grunt, the warm ropes of his seed fill your mouth. His lustful eyes go straight your crystal ones because of the effort, loosening his grip to free your cavity. And Bucky wasn't expecting you to open your lips and show him such a piece of art, before swallowing his cum. He's enraptured by the gesture. On the way your throat contracts itself at the gulp, showing him again your mouth now emptied.

That has been —by far— the hottest thing his orbs have seen. Not being able to contain his excitement and the tickles you provoke him, he grabs your neck to make you stand up and sit on his lap. Bucky slams his lips on yours, moaning into your cavity when he tastes his salty flavor on your tongue. By how he paws your body, your boyfriend lets you know that he's not tired enough to slam his hard dick in your soaked cunt, to thank you for what you have just done.

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