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💚 wip wednesday — 26/3

from that idea of if you separate from price and he's not happy because what if I just let him be his toxic princess self?

content warning: dacryphilia, noncon sexual content (vaginal fingering) with the implication it will be full noncon, toxic relationship, piss

You realize in that instant.

“J- John!” His name leaves you in a shudder as try to raise yourself, to sit up, something, but his fingers remain steady, left hand coming up to hold you down below your belly button. Applying pressure on you-

You claw at his wrist desperately, core tightening, desperately pleading him to stop as your walls began to flutter around his fingers. John had always known just how to move his fingers with you, to get you off like it was nothing. The irony wasn’t lost on you, unable to get yourself off even with your vibrator.

“John, stop! I-“

The knot snaps, inner walls clenching around his fingers and your bladder empties.

Hot tears of shame slip free, and you throw your arms over your face to cover your sobs. He’d always liked to be the one in control but he’d never made you piss yourself in bed. Had ever not stopped.

“Naughty bird,” John tuts above you.

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💚 wip wednesday — 5/3

fwb!gaz fic is today’s wip because it’s actually very high on my priority list but I cant write ☺️✌️

There’s no reason to tell Kyle, he’s just a fuck buddy, and maybe buddy is a bit of a stretch — you fucked, maybe watched some shows, showered, and left. You’re swiping through as he goes to dispose of the condom, idly pulling your leggings back on. For a moment you don’t even realize he’s talking to you, blinking up at him before you flash a smile. “Sorry, gotta get home, maybe next time.”

It had been about two months since you last saw him when you get a text from Kyle, saying his leave had started. Two days later he’s asking what you were up to. If you wanted to get takeout. You ignore his messages, because you're going on a date with Mat with one 't', and you like Mat with one 't'. You'd like to finally sleep with Mat, and tonight's seeming like it'll be the night, because you miss sex. More specifically you miss the kind of sex you used to have with Kyle, but that was neither here nor there.

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💚 wip wednesday — 19/2

tagged by @3amfanfiction @stellewriites && @red5tars , thank you, I hope you enjoy this lovely Wednesday as much as I have 💚

below the cut, you’re going to find a BOGO deal because I feel I haven’t shared any real writing lately and promise I’m still here and working on things

please enjoy （´ω｀♡%）

wish you weren’t so fuckin’ awkward — soap x insecure!reader angsty fwb/situationship wip i was possessed to make

Soap doesn’t get her.

Every single other bird he’d shagged had been chompin’ at the bit to take things a step further ever since he crawled through basic. And of course he’d turned them down, done what was best in each case for each. Still got a roll in the hay from some even. She should be slyly trying to get a key to his, but she hasn’t even offered a key to hers. Was away for a long weekend and hadn’t even asked him to check on her cat or water her plants, and he was fine with the beastie and the shelf of greenery that he’d knocked into once or twice. In fact when he’d asked about it, she’d blinked rather blandly at him and said she already had a friend for that so she hadn’t even thought to bother him. 

aaaaand a snippet from bad miracle, ch 2 — the baddening aka dead dove, do not eat, dark!price x ex-wife!reader, taking place directly after this

His huff fans his hot breath across your neck, your chest, sending a curious twist in your stomach that makes you whine. Beneath the heavy duvet, you shift to turn away, to burrow deeper, the perfect little cocoon to keep you safe and warm.

A heavy hand grasps your hip, keeps you still before ever so gently rolling you to lay flat on your back.

His words are a deep rumble in your blood, like a distant clap of thunder.

Your lids are too heavy.

Dream’s gentle embrace takes you, honey sweet, holds you so lovingly that to wake is disorienting.

Panic weaves its cold fingertips through your hair as John’s body keeps you firmly against the mattress, held closely in the crook of your hips, seed kept firmly inside by his soft cock.

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💚 wip wednesday — 18/6

this week's wip is actually a wips flight (kissing your brain for this still, Woolie 💚)

Our first wip is a nice sweet little look into some Gaz x Reader. It’s light, with a slight floral aroma. There’s a little behind the scenes but I love this interaction a lot for them.

And while you’d expect to feel Kyle’s lips against your own, for him to pull you closer and lead yo-

“Babes, you’re drunk,” there’s a smile in his voice that makes you open your eyes, confusion winning out.

“Bu… I thought, uh,” heat rushed to your cheeks as you try to understand what he was saying. “I’m not like… that drunk.” You tried to reason.

“Maybe… but if, uh, if we get together, I don’t… I don’t want you to maybe regret it.” His beautiful dark eyes trace your face, hand coming up to cup your face.

Following this, we have a crisp Ghost x Reader. There’s a fresh fruit aroma with this one. I sure hope there’s not a twist.

The arm wrapped around you pulled you closer before you felt lips on your shoulder. 

“Sleep alright, petal?” Si breathes against your shoulder, and it sends a shiver down your spine as your shift closer to him, cuddling up against him as you nod, murmuring in agreement. But this earns you a tut. "Nah, nah, luv, words."

"Fiiiiine - yes, you big oaf." You grumble, turning to stick your tongue out to him.

For our Price x Reader piece, we have a lovely little bite to it, mineral notes that really liven the senses. It's got a lovely green note to it. Sadly it's also in bad miracle.

His office is… spotless, everything in order. All you had to do was get your ring and leave.

The safe was exactly where you remember it.

Punching in the numbers, you hold your breath as turn the handle… and it gives.

The papers are neatly stacked, thin boxes atop. Everything in its place.

There is a ring box shoved into the back corner and your breath catches. Relief rushes over like a flood, and makes you painfully aware of how your everything aches. But there is a fluttering comfort at the reassurance your ring brings.

And finally we have a little change to the menu, a full bodied Soap x OC piece I've been playing with for a while but recently been inspired to actually work at. It's a selkie x selkie piece that I hope has a satisfying end.

There is a seal on the beach.

Of course this would usually be nothing of note, because there is often a lone seal that suns itself on the rocky shore. But Johnny was that seal, and he was very much human right now, skin safely stowed in his kit.

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💚 wip wednesday 29/1

bad miracle ch 2 tidbit as I work on the beast

content: implied noncon soz this is that fic, slut shaming talk

“Stop! Please stop, John!” You can hear your begging echo through the room, and he finally listens to you.

It takes you only an instant before you realize your mistake.

“I’m not good enough ‘s that it? I’m not fucking good enough to knock this cunt up anymore? You want that prissy little senior benefits analyst with a limp cock between his legs?” John snarls, hips snapping at a brutal, punishing pace as he fucks into you.

A sob tears free from you but you nod affirmative desperately, ignoring the wet sounds that followed each thrust.

“And you think he’s gonna still want you? After you cheated on him? Whored yourself to your ex-husband? Got yourself knocked up, bent over the sink like a dirty, fuckin' slag?“ The venom in his words stings, only made worse by his fingers tangling in your hair to pull your head back roughly. He jerks your locks cruelly until you open your eyes, trying to grab onto anything to keep yourself grounded.

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six sentence sunday; 12/15

because i thought i was so clever writing this (as a plothole my brain noticed just before i posted the first chapter of what's a bad miracle? obviously should become my own obsession)

You clench your hands into fists as you stand your ground, fixing him with as hard a look as you can, squaring your shoulders. “Give it back, John.”

“Give what back, luv?” His dark voice sends a chill down your spine.

But you will not be cowed. Not about this.

“Give me back my ring, John.”

“I will,” he agreed slowly, leaning so close you swore you his lips touched your ear, “when you've earned it.”

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💚 wip wednesday — 1/1

the morning after the end of ch 1 for what’s a bad miracle? content: ex-wife!reader, spanking

“I do what you want 'n' this is the thanks I get?” The words are short, clipped, but his indignation is clear.

An unexpected squeak eeks out of you as you’re hauled to your feet, dragged along before being thrown against the basin of the sink. For a moment you don’t understand, brain still caught on what he’d said, trying to make sense of it. Then his hand strikes down against your bare right cheek, crack sounding like a whip through the tiled room.

You shriek, buck against the porcelain as you try to flail free. But a firm hand is on the back of your neck, keeping you bent over, thumb stroking the edge of your jaw. You can feel the brush of his thighs against the backs of yours, feet on either side of you. Tears are welling as your breath quickens, grasping the edge tightly as you try to push yourself up.

Another crack as he brings his free hand down onto your left. It's instinctive that you cry out again, the blow sending shocks of stinging pain, and you again struggle to free yourself. But he's got you pinned.

“None of that, luv,” John growls down at you, heavy hand sliding up your spine until his thumb gently stroked the edge of your jaw as he takes a firm hold of your neck with his remaining fingers, “ten seems reasonable, won’t even make you count.”

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WIP Wednesday

(i have so many wips, but this one took over my brain last night while i was trying to write a quick fic (´∀｀•) )

Simon has such pretty eyes, you find your cheeks heating up at the thought but it's true. Dark and warm like drinking coffee on a nice sunny day. One lid is heavier than the other, slower than the other when he blinks, with what must be a permanent reminder of an injury. You've fallen in love with his eyes. 

You kiss him with the realization, feel him stiffen against you before he allows himself to lean into your touch, as you melt against him. He kisses you like a starving man.