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mel-eficent · 1 year
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Get to know me tag game
I was tagged by @p0lkadotdotdot ❤❤❤
rules: tag (8-10) people who you want to get to know better.
Relationship status: Married for 9 years! 🥰
Favorite color: Blue. I googled shades of blue to get more specific and the closest to what I like is Prussian Blue. I hated blue fro a really long time cause it was the colour of my school uniform and then one day I looked at my dice collection and realised I keep buying blue. 😂
Three favorite foods: Lasagna, nectarines, butter chicken.
Top 3 tv shows: Criminal Minds, Vikings: Valhalla, Legend of Vox Machina - Full disclosure. Other than Criminal Minds these are literally just what I'm watching right now. I couldn't decide...
Top 3 characters: HARD. DIFFICULT. John Seed (Far Cry 5 -still has me in a chokehold...) Boromir (Lord of the Rings -DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER. MY SWEET BOY.) Lenore (Castlevania - All these characters deserved better....)
What I’m currently reading: Pandemonium: A visual history of demonology by Ed Simon and The Exorcists Handbook by Josephine McCarthy. I realise this makes me look a little insane.
Song stuck in my head: Fall Out Boy: Love From the Other Side. I LOVE THEM. I have barely listened to anything OTHER than FOB since it released.
Last movie watched: Oh no. The terrible Craft sequel from 2020. Legacy I think it's called? So bad.
Last thing I googled: The price of magical tattoos in D&D. Answer - No-one really knows!
Last song I listened to was: Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier. From Melody's playlist. I am attempting to write for her but I have a headache so I'm doing this instead now.
Dream trip: I don't know. For so long it was Hobbiton but then I went and now I don't really have a dream trip...
Time: 11:16pm
Anything I really want right now: Effective relief for this fucking headache. 🙃
Tagging some friends I like to hear stuff about: @justelliewilldo @meganburrows @johnsrevelation @socially-awkward-skeleton I am very sorry there aren't more. I worry about being annoying 😅
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englass · 2 years
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Last Line WIP
Tagged by: @derelictheretic - thank you hun!! 🤗
Rules: Post the last line you wrote and tag the same number of people as there are words. (I have definitely failed that last bit…)
Okay, so I’ve been working on this experimental narrative piece lately (that smut test piece has a tonal shift at the end that physically hurt me so I’ve been working on other stuff while I try to figure out a way to soften it) so I’ve been trying to keep my sentences short and to the point, with varying degrees of success, so… there’s really not a lot to offer here and I feel kinda bad 😅 Hopefully I’ll be able to offer something proper before the year is up at least… But, anyway. Enjoy!
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And as the stalwart hero crumbles, wailing at the spectral memories of a paradise they have never known, there is no one there to answer.
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Tagging (although it is completely optional!): @shallow-gravy @weekend-writer @teamhawkeye @unclefungusthegoat @ofravensandgenesis @johnsrevelation @littlegoldfinchh @chyrstis and anyone else that wants to participate! (I don’t know/can’t think of anyone else who writes…)
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foofygoldfish · 5 years
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johnsrevelation replied to your post “i feel like i’ve missed so much on here the last few days these storms...”
hope you get some sleep ♥♥♥
thank you!! <3
honestly, some of this is self-inflicted lol - i’m sleeping on the couch because sleeping in someone elses bed just feels weird 
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juletheghoul · 3 years
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I wish you would write a fic where one of Pedro's characters goes to the club that domanatrix!reader works at, and begs to be her new client 😈💅
Okay so. I ran with this. If there's enough of a response then I'll make this into something bigger.
Hope you all enjoy todays horny thots.
Pairing: Dave York x f-(soft/dom)!reader
Warnings: light humiliation, teasing, pussy eating, dirty talk, established sub/dom relationship.
Smut under the cut
He was leaking onto himself. Fat pearly beads of precum as he knelt there at your feet.
“Please?” He was looking up at you on your plush chair in the low light of the room, eyes glassy and lust-blown; patient.
“Why should I let you? You don’t deserve it.” Your tone was scathing, your face a mask of disgust.
“Please, I want it so bad. I want to see, taste it.” He was looking at your thighs, his tongue running over his bottom lip at the thought that after so long, you might finally let him.
“Tell me what you want, use your words like a big boy.” You pulled his hair back slightly and he groaned deep in his belly, you saw his cock twitch and you let go, sitting back in the chair.
“Please, I want to see it. Please show me your pretty pussy.” He had a light sheen of sweat on his chest, his muscles straining as he held his arms behind his back. You gave him the barest hint of a smile as you sat there.
His name was David, that’s all you knew about him. He’d come in about a month ago and he was turning out to be your favourite client. He had been surprisingly clear about what he wanted from you, had been so eager for you to control him; tease and deny him.
“You think you deserve to see it? You’re disgusting.” You shoved his face away and he moaned, recovering quickly and getting back into position. His cock was bobbing in front of him, strings of his arousal leaking down - making your mouth water if you were honest with yourself. “You gonna cry big boy? Making my pussy dry just looking at you.” You grabbed his neck with your hand, ever mindful of the pressure. He moaned, staring at your mouth as you sneered at him.
“I’m sorry, I don’t deserve it, but I’m being good right? Aren’t I being good for you?” You licked at his lip slowly, giving him the chance to act out but he was on his best behaviour and didn’t take the bait.
“Hmm, yes you are baby boy, being so good. Maybe you do deserve to see it.” You smiled as you reached down to rub the thick head of his dick with the tip of your finger, the velvet skin of it slippery with his fluids. You cherished the way his brow furrowed, the way his mouth hung open in exquisite agony. You could see the way he was suspended in bliss, your touch simply wasn’t enough for him to cum. “Do you deserve to see it baby?” You asked him as you wrapped your palm loosely around just the head of him. He moaned, his breaths coming faster and faster. His eyes were shut tight, trying to stop himself and focus.
“Yes yes, I - fuck - I deserve it.” he gritted the words out and you stopped. He let out a breath of relief and you sat back, waiting until he looked back at you to lick him off your palm.
“Since you’ve been so good.” You pulled the short little sundress you wore up, so he could see your panties, they were wet and he bit his lip. “You’ve been so good, I think you deserve a good long look.” You stood up in front of him, your belly level with his face and pulled them down, shoving them into his mouth before sitting in front of him.
His eyes were closed and you could tell he was tasting you. You sat in the chair, and once his eyes were open you spread your legs draping one over the arm of the chair, and bracing the other against his chest. His gaze was focused on your pussy and you spread it open for him to see it all.
He groaned into the fabric in his mouth and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Isn’t it pretty? You can take my panties out of your mouth.” You lifted the end of the dress over your belly.
“Yes, it’s so fucking pretty, so wet - I wanna taste it - please let me. Please let me make you cum - I can make it so good for you.” He was leaning in as he spoke, trying to smell your arousal. You’d never let him touch you before but he was so handsome, and despite the claims of all the men who paid for your company - you believed it when he said he could make it good.
“Fine - come and lick it, but if you don’t make me cum you’ll never see it again.” You beckoned him closer and for a moment he thought it was a test, hesitating momentarily. “Don’t make me ask you again David.”
He wasted no time, he practically lunged at you - his big warm hands wrapping around your thighs as he kissed your belly. His nose skimming along your mound, nudging at your clit.
“Gonna make it so good - want you to cum all over my face.” He slid his hands under your ass to push you up into his face and he dove in like a starving man, drunk on your arousal. His tongue coaxing your slick out and he moaned as he brought it up to swirl against your clit.
He was good. He was really good and your hands came up to thread through his hair.
He sucked your clit into his mouth and he groaned with every drop of arousal that drooled out of you. You could feel the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, he was going to make you cum, and fast.
“Oh baby - yes, God David that’s really good, you’re doing so good, touch yourself.” You ground your hips into his face as he groaned, one of his hands dropping to fuck himself with it. Knowing he was so aroused, that he was going to cum while eating your cunt pushed you over the edge and you seized up. He sucked harder, pulling a scream out of you before you heard him, he groaned deep moaning into your pussy as he came all over himself.
You had to wear this dress more often.
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tagging all of you because it's the suburban murder daddy
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samx-jpeg · 3 years
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Hi, im sam. nonbinary,bisexual, she/they.
24 | Libra sun, Sagittarius moon and Virgo rising,infp.
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Just a stoner who is obsessed with fake characters. I like anime, I draw and paint, I have a love of animals- them being a few kitties, I love plants, I LOVE to sleep; so much in-fact nap dates are a must, I enjoy sweets, music and much more!
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nightwingshero · 3 years
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Character Survey
I was tagged by the amazing @playstationmademe thank you, love!
Tagging: @strafethesesinners @water-writings @xbaebsae​ @simonxriley​ @adelaidedrubman @smithandrogers @clairercdfields @scungilliwoman @chuckhansen @madsismad @geronimo-11 @chyrstis @lilwritingraven @aceghosts @fadedjacket @johnsrevelation @glowwormsmith 
Deputy Wren Blake
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roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips
winter / summer / autumn / spring
thunderstorms / sunshine / snow
indoors / outdoors
meat / fruit / sweets
extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism
god fearing / non god fearing
cats / dogs / horses / birds
sunrise / sunset
day time / night time
fire / earth / water / wind
reading / writing
rising early / sleeping late
wine / ale / neither
fur / silk / satin / lace
rubies / pearls / sapphires
horse back / walking / carriages
love / power
having company / being alone
lakes / rivers / oceans
knife / sword / bow / poison
gold / silver
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mrs-nanami · 3 years
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Please the way you fed me with that Eremin ask I'm so full!!!! Ugh, I love jealous bratty Armin and dom Eren so much. If you do end up writing more I always have room for dessert 👀
I just came from a great chair class and I'm feeling good so let's go—
happy eating, anon @ringpop-poppy @johnsrevelation
Eren means it when he says he loves both of his babies equally. He loves the punishing pucker of his baby boy's ass and he loves the warm, sucking silk of his honey's pussy. So Eren absolutely means it when he looks down at his baby girl, who's sobbing hysterically from the overstimulation, and the feral bare of Aremin's teeth, and says that he doesn't know who looks better. Fuck, he's sure that this is will seared in his memory permanently. The drooly gape of your mouth, Armin's urgent grunting, and the damp slap of skin almost seems to be happening in slow motion, with Eren's cock thrusting up into Armin as the impetus of it all.
"Doesn't our honey's pussy feel good, baby boy?" Eren growls into Armin's ear, eyeing the way your arousal has slicked all the way Armin's nipples. "Doesn't it make you wanna lose your mind?"
"Yeah," Armin grits out, thumbing your nipples and grinning at the way you twitch and gasp helplessly. "Ugh, yeah, fuck this pussy, Daddy, fuck our pussies."
Eren swears, and snaps his teeth against Armin's shoulder. "Squeeze baby girl's throat, choke this bitch out."
Your eyes fly open as Armin fists the base of your throat hard, and your pussy squeezes so naughty and nasty that Armin sucks in a breath like he's been the one choked out and jerks his cock back. It still doesn't matter—you're outright drooling and crying as you cum for the umpteenth time, and Armin finally, finally blows his load, babbling a garbled chant of "fuck, fuck, fuck, oh daddy, pussy, pussy, pussy so nasty, fuckkk—"
Eren's ass flexes five, six, seven more times before he shoves hard at Armin's back, cumming in him with a victorious hiss. "See? Always listen to Daddy."
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quentinbecks · 3 years
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WiP Friday!
thank you so much to the lovelies @consumedkings @adelaidedrubman @desertvvitch & @chazz-anova for tagging me 💕
Since I’m planning on putting out this next chapter Sunday, I figured I’ll share a couple snippets from a drabble I’m writing inspired by an idea @smut-goblin gave me.
tagging: @gamerpurgatory @stacispratt @johnsrevelation @johnnycranes @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @xbaebsae @strafethesesinners @vasiktomis
“I can’t” she hisses, stepping away from him.
“First, you sneak into my room, to dance around in my clothes and now you’re telling me can’t give me my jacket back?”
Charlie nods awkwardly. Because she can’t give it back, not when she has nothing underneath said jacket. Watching as his face grows more confused and annoyed at her insolence she tries to decide on the best course of action to get him to leave the room; his room.
She lets out a sigh before lifting the hem, exposing a flash of thigh. “Like I said, I can’t.”
and
“You like to watch yourself?” John tugs on the leather until it’s cascading to the floor. “It’s okay, I like to watch too.”
Charlie feels like her heart is about to thrum right out of her chest as she watches his tattooed hand trail slowly down her belly, stopping just at the apex of her thighs. She wants to look away, to feel some sort of shame. But he’s right; she likes it.
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johnsrevelation · 2 years
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minors dni pls, eddie munson x female bodied reader.
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you get a new job at the local smoke shop and it's so much fun. You're a good employee, you know what you're doing and you're genuinely nice to customers. everything is fine until one day this curly-haired devil walks in. You stop him from under the counter where you're crouching to get something and you immediately feel your heart quicken. Must not show it, must be nice to the customer! You calm yourself down as best you can and stand up, smiling at him.
"Hi! Can I help you find something?"
He turns his beautiful dark eyes to you and freezes. He stares. His puffy lips open slightly and you can't help it, your gaze drops down to the pink glimmer is his tongue.
"Uhh," he says, "I, uh, need a new bong. What do you recommend?" HE asks, a shy, goofy smile making its way onto his face. God, what a pretty smile.
You watch him for a few moments, transfixed, and you just smile each other. Like two idiots, just stand there watching each other studying each other. You slowly make your way out from behind the counter and lead him to the shelf.
"Well, we have this new one, I really like it. It's a local glass blower work, really sturdy and pretty too," You pick up the item and show it to him. He takes it from you slowly, deliberately touching your fingers with his. He looks at it from all angles, glancing up at you every second.
"I like it," HE says, that same sweet, wide smile lighting up his face, "I'll take it."
He takes it to the register and as you ring him up you feel as if you're losing something. He's gonna leave now and you'll probably never see him again. It makes a lump form in your throat and you dive under the counter for a gift bag to hide your face. You smile when you hand him his purchase, holding his stare. His eyes are intense and his movements have slowed down.
"Eddie," He says, his hand moving past the bag you're holding out to him and waiting for yours.
You look down at his palm. Put your hand in his and feel your entire body erupt in goosebumps, your heart drops down into your stomach, You squeak out your name and he just... holds your hand. Smiling that smile at you.
"Go out with me," He says simply. Just blurts it out like it's impossible to hold in any longer - and it is. You almost cry.
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He comes over every day around your lunch break, brings you candy and sandwiches and whatever else you might want. He eats with you and tells you silly jokes, tells you about DnD, convinces you to play with his gang. He says he'll make you a t-shirt. He sits closer and closer every day and you lean in farther into his space every time he talks. When he finally kisses you it's like a dam has been broken.
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He fucks you in the storage room, fast and sloppy, gripping your thighs like his life depends on it.
"Eddie," You breathe into his hair, licking and mouthing at his neck. He has your legs spread open around him, ass hanging off the desk. He's holding you up, the flesh of your thighs poking from between his fingers. He bruises you every time and you beg him for more. His hair hangs in front of his face, his eyes, barely open but staring, always staring into yours.
"I can't, I can't hold it anymore, I need to cum," He whispers, immediately pressing his mouth to yours in a needy kiss, "Please, please," He begs for something that he can never properly word. You wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze your muscles around him, urging him to let ho.
"Cum inside me, my pretty boy." You whisper and he smiles and moans desperately, cumming with a low grunt, and you can feel his cock twitch deep inside you, his balls against your ass.
He pants for a few moments and you're about to start feeling sorry for yourself when he pulls out and drops down to his knees, his wet cock hanging between his legs as he attaches his mouth to your pussy. You gasp and jolt, but Eddie holds your thighs down, pushes you slightly further onto the table.
"Relax, relax for me," He whispers and sucks your clit into his mouth, two fingers instantly pumping into you. He licks and sucks at you, squeezing his red cock at the tip, jolting from overstimulation but just unable to stop. He uses his own cum leaking out of your little hole as lube to finger fuck you and makes you cum in a minute, moaning and spurting a little from his sensitive tip when you drop your head back and start to nuzzle your went cunt into his face. He makes out with your pussy through your orgasm and when you go limp, try to push him away, he finally gets up, panting, and fixes you both up.
He kisses you, smiling, happy.
"I love having lunch with you," He says, already thinking of what candy to bring you tomorrow and what position to fuck you in.
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chazz-anova · 3 years
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WIP Wednesday!
tagged by my sweets @chyrstis @scungilliwoman @shellibisshe @adelaidedrubman and @honeysides! thank you all!! 💗💗😻
so i've gotten a little further on chapter 6 of my fic, here's a bit of that!
The plane flew like a dream, coasting quickly towards their destination. Once they were on course, the deputy noticed Nick looking back at her from the pilot’s seat.
Only a moment later, he commented “You look like you’re miles away, what’s up?”
Ronnie shook her head- not wanting to worry her friend “I’m just wondering about what’s on the horizon.” Her words sounded more defensive than she’d wanted.
Tipping his dark sunglasses until the frames rested on the tip of his nose, he gave her an uncharacteristically serious look. “Whatever’s coming up, we got this. Now let’s give ‘em hell, alright?” Nick nodded to her, prompting her response.
A small smile cracked her darkening demeanor and she let out a short exhale, “Well when you’re that confident, it’s hard to say you’re wrong!”
“Exactly, and that’s how you know I’m right!”
tagging @johnnycranes (who has been amazing at hitting me lovingly with the writing stick lmaoo), @fadedjacket @lilwritingraven @johnsrevelation and anyone else who'd like to do it!
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darkling-er · 3 years
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30 Questions Tag Game
Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.  
I got tagged by @jacobmybeloved  - thanks for the tag lovely!
Tagging: @johnsrevelation , @seldomabsent , @thotful-writing , @jackiewelles2077 , @dice-of-rolling , @offcast-plus1 , @johnnysilverhand-offical , @takemurahoe
1. Name/Nickname: Rebeka, Bex
2. Gender: female
3. Star sign: aries
4. Height: 171 cm
5. Time: 11:51 am
6. Birthday: april 15th
7. Favorite Bands: Zayde Wolf, Queen, a bunch of others I cant remember right now :')
8. Favorite Solo artists: Billie Eilish, Hozier, David Bowie, Grimes
9. Song stuck in my head: all my money on the double by Konrad ( feat. FRAWST)
10, Last movie: Green Book
11. Last Show: His Dark Materials
12. When did I create this blog: oh jeez, I don't really remember... around 2013? I think
13. Other blogs: i have had some but deleted them. One was a sideblog for reblogging bullshit and the other an art blog.
14. What do I post: mostly cyberpunk 2077 lately, all kinds of things I have ADHD and can't run a blog with just one theme
15. Last thing googled: blade runner similar books
16. Do I get asks: nah, only from @seldomabsent sometimes with roleplay stuff but other than that no
17. Why I chose my url: because at the time i was a big supernatural fan and the name got stuck with me, i am thinking about changing it since I am no longer interested in spn
18. Following: 1638
19. Followers: 1800
20. Average hours of sleep: 6-7 hours
21. Lucky number: 9, 11
22. Instruments: guitar, piano, harmonica
23. What am I wearing: a black Ramones shirt, with a grey Rice University sweatpants
24. Dream job: librarian in a small town, with old antique books
25. Dream trip: Iceland or Norway to see the Northern Lights, as well as Ireland and Scotland to enjoy nature. Then Tokyo, to be in the middle of a buzzing town with amazing lights and sights
26. Favorite food: fried fish with rice, lemon and tartar sauce
27. Nationality: hungarian
28. Favorite song: currently Chippin' in by Samurai
29. Last book read: Inkheart by Cornelia Funke
30. Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: Cyberpunk 2077, Gravity Falls, Dungeons and Dragons
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unclefungusthegoat · 4 years
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I was tagged by the wonderful @f0xyboxes - thank you! 💖
Write out your username using songs:
Ahahaha, had a tricky time finding all those ‘u’ songs!
U - UNO (Little Big)
N - Nothing To Remember (Neko Case)
C - Castles (Freya Ridings)
L - Lys vaken (Sval)
E - End of Desire (MUNA)
F - Forgotten Love (AURORA)
U - Under the Ladder (Melovin)
N - Now That This Old World Is Ending (Dan Romer)
G - Greedy (Ariana Grande)
U - Unsteady (X Ambassadors)
S - St Patrick (PVRIS)
T - The Drowning (Elsa & Emilie)
H - Home (Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros)
E - Edge of the World (Within Temptation)
G - Glitter and Gold (Barns Courtney)
O - Orome (Oonagh)
A - Arsonist’s Lullabye (Hozier)
T - Torn (Ava Max)
Tagging: @phantomdivine @johnsrevelation @bioshocking @amistrio and @siegelst (only if you guys want to!)
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nightwingshero · 2 years
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WIP Ask Game
I was tagged by @smithandrogers and @xbaebsae, thank you, loves!!!
Tagging: @strafethesesinners @water-writings @simonxriley @playstationmademe @pen-in-hand @chyrstis @johnsrevelation @lilwritingraven @amistrio @scungilliwoman @johnnycranes @aceghosts @minilev @glowwormsmith @geronimo-11 @madsismad @foofygoldfish
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I have way too many WIPs to do all of them, so here’s a handful from a few different fandoms. 
⤐ Niko is A Dick
⤐ I Think She Knows
⤐ Being Saved By A Man Child
⤐ Gala
⤐ Come Back
⤐ Mayumi and Mizuki Patrol
⤐ 18th Floor Balcony 
⤐ Tender Tank
⤐ First Kiss
⤐ Evune Meeting Cullen
⤐ Mythal’s Return
⤐ Thyra and Arkyn
⤐ Road Work Ahead
⤐ New Friends
⤐ Lust and Planes
⤐ Last Kiss
⤐ Bad Liar
⤐ Someone You Loved
⤐ Young Gods
⤐ Snapping at Alfie
⤐ Dahlia’s Confrontation with Mosley 
⤐ Christmas
⤐ Saturday Night
⤐ Reunited
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fc5holidayexchange · 4 years
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'Fool Me Thrice'
John Seed x Deputy C. C. Black, Setting aside their differences for some heart to heart.
@johnsrevelation
'Hey there! Your deputy was so much fun to write for! I can see why John is crazy about her! I hope I captured her fire well for you!'
Fluff, Inner Conflict, Mischief
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What is a name, save for an identification of ourselves? Save for a title, a moniker, a nom de guerre or a nom de plume?
A name holds a lot of power. A fae who knows your name can use it against you. Rumpelstiltskin and Beetlejuice are summoned and defeated by their names.
Names carry weight.
Names carry purpose.
And isn’t he a chameleon? Hasn’t he worn his own names and titles like coats and hats to suit his needs?
Duncan. Seed. Baptist. Inquisitor. Herald. Brother.
John.
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But hers… hers is a mystery.
That god damned deputy and her metaphorical carrot on a stick.
It shouldn’t be much to ask, shouldn’t be a hard question for Deputy Black to answer. But he's… he's been trying for months to pry it out of her. It's almost a game, now. Like cat and mouse, like temptation extended on a silver spoon only to be yanked away with a chastising click of the tongue.
Just last week, wasn’t she perched right here on the arm of his couch, where he's leaning now? Shapely legs crossed, head held high, that haughty smirk on those plump lips, vehemently denying anything but her first initials. At this point, John asks just because he can. Because it's second nature. Because somehow after all they've hurled at each other in this holy war, C.C. Black still answers his midnight calls and still bothers to pay him visits at the ranch.
She prances around Holland Valley absolutely obliterating all the good work he and his people have put into preparing for the Collapse. Hell, just yesterday she took a couple explosives to the YES sign on the road near his ranch. Perhaps a precursor to something bigger. Something he'll make her rebuild all on her own, and then bury her under, if she takes it down. Something-
“John Seed? Over?” the radio on his coffee table squawks.
John has to fight himself not to reach out and snatch it up as urgently as possible at the sound of that familiar voice.
“Ah… Deputy Black,” he breathes into the receiver, trying to ignore that anxious clenching in his chest, “to what do I owe the honor? I thought we’d broken up after you torched my little sign. Was I mistaken?”
“I'll make you a proposition-….” comes her response, and then… Nothing. Silence.
“…Deputy?” he forces himself into something cool, detached.
No need to sound like he's been waiting all damn day for a call from her. (No need to admit that he has been.)
Seconds tick by. Minutes.
“C.C…?”
“Sorry bout that. Had to get my sights lined up,” she finally, mercifully responds and-
“Your what?” John instinctively ducks, his eyes darting to any window in sight, “finally coming to kill me, dear?”
“Yes…” she tastes the word.
Savors it. Draws it out with such fervor that…
No. Oh no.
Oh no no.
“This sign’s pretty big John. How'd you get it all built all the way up here? Tulip should be able to knock it right back down real-"
“Deputy, I'd strongly advise you not to lay a finger on that trigger,” he blurts, seething through his teeth, “unless you’re willing to suffer those consequences personally.”
Silence again.
She is testing him.
John finds himself vaulting up from the couch, radio clutched so tightly in his hand he can hear the casing creak in protest. He's off like a shot towards the door before his thoughts can catch up to his feet. If he can get Affirmation in the air soon, he can catch up to her quick enough to spare any major damage. If she'll only just wait a little, let him stall for time.
“I dunno, Seed, looks like it's itching for some bullet holes. Like a clean canvas. Which letter do I start with?” there is a haughty smirk in her voice as she interjects, drawing John to a stumbling halt.
Against all better logic in his brain he stands stock still, seething and teetering with frenetic, anxious energy. Needs to move, needs to go, needs to get her before she makes a big mistake. Tempest of a woman, Hell of a deputy. Pride suits her just as well as wrath does, clearly. He’ll wring that neck himself. He'll tie her down and keep her stuffed in the bunker if it means keeping her out of so much fucking trouble!
“Deputy. Do not. Touch my sign. Do you hear me? Do you understand?” he barks into the radio, shoulders tense, looking for all the world like he may as well combust where he stands.
“What. No more midnight visits?” she says, and-
That voice didn't come from the radio.
Before he can whip himself around to face the source of that crooning voice, she's on him. Arms locked around his midsection, drawing him in tight against her body. Her face pressed into his shoulder, her fingers digging into his stomach. And all he can do is sag in her grasp as all the adrenaline gusts out of him like a tide receding, leaving only mild irritation in its wake.
John should not be so relieved to feel this grasp, to know who's managed to sneak right up behind him with his guard down. And yet she's got her capable hands wrapped so tightly round his heart that even the warmth of her against his back has his pulse askitter.
“Gotcha,” is all she has to breathe into his shirt to get the goosebumps rising on his arms.
“I should throttle you. Should hold you down and carve your pride right into you,” he seethes, but there is no malice in his voice.
“Mm, but you won’t. You're so gullible John,” C.C. snickers as she tightens her fists in the fabric of his shirt, “it's like you don’t trust me or something.”
Oh, and he doesn’t. Not truly, anyway. Not when the woman can’t even give him her own name. Not when she leads him along like this only to turn right back around again and go on fucking up his region. But here he is, weak at the knees and already forgetting all about her transgressions and her latest prank, if only to make space for thoughts of what this night will bring for them now that she’s here.
She seems to have the same idea, for when he doesn’t get a response out in time, the deputy releases him. She grasps his bicep, whirls him around, and effortlessly leads him, dumbfounded, to the couch he’d been perched on moments ago. Probably still warm where he’d been lounging.
“Perhaps I don’t trust you, Wrath, because you seem to have fun cavorting around Holland Valley – and nowhere else recently, mind you – ruining all that I've worked for?” he finds his voice in his rising irritation that settles so comfortably next to his giddiness, a foreign pairing of feelings.
“You say that every time I show up here, in more or less eloquent words,” she snorts, pushing him down into the cushions and standing over him, and God she's stunning in this light.
Well, she's always stunning.
“And yet you continue to jam your fingers under every little button of mine.”
Before she can retort, John’s hands are on her, tugging her right down into his lap where she feels most familiar. Strong legs on either side of him, her arms coming to snare around his neck, this…
This is precisely where she belongs.
His heart is aloft any damn time she's with him. Like a hard reset on his brain, he so easily forgets what kind of woman she is outside the security of his ranch. All thoughts become her, become want, become need, become-
“I love you, John-"
Oh.
“…John?”
C.C.’s gentle hand under his chin brings him back to reality, where she threads her fingers through his beard and gently pushes to close his gaping mouth.
“Well that’s… out of left field don't you think?” is all he can get out, even as his pounding pulse threatens to consume him alive, “you can’t just walk in here after giving me a coronary and take the liberty of saying something like that when I'm inclined to not believe you, deputy.”
“Hey you don't have to love me back,” she shrugs, putting up a wall though he can still trace the faint ache in her eyes at his lack of response, “not gonna break my heart that way.
Her hands fall to settle on his shoulders, and he feels her squeeze him, tracing her gaze over his face as he admires the lines of hers. The corners of her lips twitch softly, subtly, tugging at a smile, or perhaps something more to say, but she remains silent as ever. She's always been good at that, if only when she needs to be. Like now, clearly. Stubborn woman, trying to tug the emotions right out of him and into the open air between them.
And instead, John speaks in actions, winding his arms around her and tugging her down to collide the spaces that divide them. Chest to chest, her thundering heartbeat pounding against his sternum, betraying her heightened emotions. C.C. tucks her head into his shoulder as he threads his fingers through her long hair, and like this, he is whole. He has everything he needs.
Out there they’d fight tooth and nail. Hell, tomorrow morning they'll be right back to the old bullshit again. He damn well can’t just set aside their differences when Deputy Black is so insistent on fucking up his hard work for the resistance.
But John Seed is nothing if not a fool, all because of her.
And damnit, he'll fall right back into her arms again the next time. Always has, always will.
“John-"
He grumbles some non-affirmative to hush her as he tucks his face in her shoulder, breathing in the smell of her hair. Of Holland Valley on her, the trees and grasses and wildflowers. Gunpowder and smoke and purest her. Chaos on two legs, keeper of his heart.
“I love you too.”
It's her turn to stiffen, something he delights in, and her fingertips dig into his skin as she comes to tighten her hold on him. The two of them may as well be one person, tightly as they’re tangled and carefree as they are.
“Really?” she whispers, just barely a breath, as he lifts his head to press kiss after kiss to her hair, her cheek, her shoulder, anything he can reach.
“Really."
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