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drarrymyheart · 3 months
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A 50 word Drarry microfic for your enjoyment ♥️
It took twenty-three dates.
Twenty-four if you count their shag in the ministry loo. Harry decided he definitely did.
Twenty-four dates before the stubborn bastard said it.
One word that set Harry’s nerves alight; relief in his lungs, elation in his veins.
One word breathed into their tender kiss.
“Harry.”
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sinkovia · 2 months
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50 Word Angst Challenge
Simon Riley x GN!Reader
“What was the hardest thing for you to understand about me early on?” Simon remembered the words he spoke to you all those years back.
“How you could never let yourself be at peace.”
Your voice plagued his mind, a relentless mantra on the tenth anniversary of your death.
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sofasoap · 4 months
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50 words challenge
He stared at the ring in the palm of his hand.
Should he? Or should he not.
What has he done to deserve you?
“You are doing it again.” he can almost hear your voice in his mind. “I love you. No matter what.”
One day. Soon.
@deadbranch
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syoddeye · 4 months
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A little smutty something for @deadbranch's 50 word fic challenge.
MDNI, 18+ Only. Explicit sexual content below the cut.
“Look at you, making a mess on my desk,” He slips a third in there, your pussy squelching as he lazily thrusts. “Keep reading.”
You want to obey but can’t catch your breath. “Please, sir, I can’t.”
John sucks down on your clit, hard. “Didn’t ask you if you could.” 
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writeforfandoms · 4 months
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A very self indulgent 50 word half-drabble for the weekend challenge @deadbranch
Gentle shaking roused you, and you sat up quickly, heart still pounding, hands trembling. The raw panic hadn't abated yet.
"Shh, was only a dream," Simon whispered. His hands found your skin in the dark, gently pulling you back to him. Back to safety. "You're okay. I've got you, love."
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random-thot-generator · 4 months
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For the 50-word fic challenge hosted by @deadbranch
John 'Soap' MacTavish x reader
Ashes in a vial 'round your neck, a blood-stained diamond on your left ring finger, a promise of forever weighing heavy in your heart.
Nine months. Hard Labor. A wee bairn with raven curls. A covenant of love fulfilled.
You name him Johnny, after his father.
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homicidal-slvt · 4 months
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My last entry for @deadbranch 50 word challenge. I was gonna do a Laswell one as well but- life. LMAO
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"Promise that you'll find happiness- stay safe... Buy that little house on the hill."
"Soap.... Don't you fuckin' dare..."
"Promise."
"Johnny..."
"I love-"
The rain has never felt so cold, nothing but the low crackle of static invades your ears. Promises fizzle out in the rain along with your heart.
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|Soap Has No Choice|
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brewed-pangolin · 4 months
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@deadbranch oops. My fingers slipped. The Captain had to make an appearance for the 50 Word Fic Challenge.
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"You good, love?"
His voice was smooth like a crimson outlining an iridescent sunrise.
"Yes."
"Good. Now empty tha' pretty little mind for me."
Your world suddenly delved into a defeaning silken blackness as the scent of leather and metal filled your sinsuses.
All remaining senses were quickly silenced. Forcing you to solely feel the pleasure your Captain so graciously then thrusted upon you.
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syoddeye · 4 months
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Last bit for @deadbranch’s 50 word fic challenge. There. Something horny for each 141 fella.
MDNI, 18+ Only! Explicit sexual content below.
"Need you," you whisper.
With his hands caressing your thighs, he smirks, breath hot against your skin. "And you'll have me," he murmurs. "After one more."
"Simon–"
A finger presses to your hole, still quivering from the last two. It's insistent, dipping in enough to elicit a gasp.
"One more."
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efingart · 4 months
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I did it! @deadbranch ‘s 51 ahem 50 word half drabble fic challenge.
“You’re home,” She said as she stabbed out her cigarette and rose from her spot by the window. Frank admired the way his shirt skimmed the tops of her thighs as she moved towards him.
She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his neck.
He was home.
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writeforfandoms · 4 months
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For the 50 word challenge from @deadbranch
You’d seen many beautiful things in your life. Sunset over the ocean. Sunrise against the mountains. Fields of flowers and greenery. 
But your favorite by far was the sight of John Price still asleep in your bed.
“Stop staring,” he murmured without opening his eyes, “and come back to bed.”
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thegreyjoyed · 4 months
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Because I definitely didn’t do it wrong the first time.. Valeria fluff for @deadbranch 50 word fic challenge
Under the cut is just fluffff
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She held her own arms, arms tucked over her chest- they were yours. A face buried in the crook of her neck, drinking in the almost dizzying smell. Valeria often smelled metallic- like blood.
Freshly showered however? She smelled heavenly. Smelling of blood oranges and vanilla
“I love you, Valeria.”
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homicidal-slvt · 4 months
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For @deadbranch 50 word challenge
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Warning: MDNI | SMUTTY
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His mouth makes you want to praise whatever higher power that made him, he peers up from between your thighs. He knows what he does to you.
"Fall apart for me, lastochka... So beautiful like this."
He sends you crashing over the edge, picked apart in his very hands.
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|Nikolai Loves Taking You Apart|
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@sofasoap my inspiration for this one <3
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Thought I'd give @deadbranch 's 50 word fic challenge a try
(a bit of implied NSFW under the cut)
Steely eyes look at you like you're the first bit of peace he's ever witnessed, a welcome reprieve from a lifetime of war.
Price has never felt so goddamn lucky in all his life.
His rough hands cup your cheeks, and he finds home against your lips and between your thighs.
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ohgeesoap · 4 months
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@deadbranch for the 50 word fic challenge. Set not long after the events of og mw.
His letter informs you that he's been injured and he's lost someone close in the process.  You fear he won't make it, but the last thing he's written says that's not a concern of his. 
“You ever think of helping me lead a squad of little MacTavish's? Be home soon.”
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brewed-pangolin · 4 months
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Another one for @deadbranch 50 Word Fic Challenge
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The blistering cold air filled your lungs as you made your way down the frozen sidewalk.
Winters chill griping tightly at the miniscule amount of exposed skin.
Yet just as the blood in your veins nearly turned to ice, you felt the sudden warmth of the suns rays hit you and reigingite the vigor of life deep within you once more.
"Thank you, Johnny."
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