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maddie-zylophone-hatter · 1 year

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Me when I plan out a story and want to tell everyone

#writer brain #writeblr #writblr #writerblr #writblur #writer brainrot #writer woes #writerscommunity #ficblr #writerslife

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ervotica · 1 month

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thinkin about a hidden relationship w best friend’s brother!rafe — lol this is so unserious but i <3 rafe

perspiration clings to your every pore as you saunter into the kitchen with a swish of your hips, clad in a tiny triangular bikini that barely covers your peaked nipples. rafe cops an eyeful as you lift an arm to push your hair out of your face, scowling before he eats the space between you and presses his chest to your bare back.

“why you parading around in this shit, huh?” he rasps in your ear, a broad palm snaking down to palm at the globe of your ass. the sides of your boobs are visible, spilling from the sides of the flimsy material, every movement sending you closer to a nip slip. rafe curses his sister; if it weren’t for her, he’d have his way with you right over the kitchen counter.

“i’m tanning.” you roll your eyes as if it’s obvious, tipping back your head to take a long sip of water.

“slut,” he seethes.

“prick,” you trill back, a perky grin cracking your expression; he fights his own amused smile, pinching your exposed side until you squeal and leap away from him. you brush past him, every inch of your skin begging to be touched, groped with hands and teeth and lips.

“come back here,” he demands; you blow him a kiss as you make your way back to the pool to lounge with sarah, balancing a cap precariously on top of your head until loose wisps curl around your ears where they’re pressed flat to your temples. you wiggle your fingers through the open doorway in a taunt.

bending down, you set your drink down by the edge of the pool and before you can straighten yourself, a pair of warm hands grab at your sides, lifting you and spinning until you’re moved out of his path; your head spins. rafe grins, sticking his middle finger up in a gesture that has your nose crinkling in disdain even as heat prickles up your spine from his touch alone. sarah groans.

“stop bothering her, you perv!” she yells, and you dip your head to hide the flush that creeps over your neck and heats your cheeks. she rolls onto her stomach and lays down, eyes falling shut, and rafe takes the opportunity to sneak a filthy kiss, prying your lips open with his tongue and a set of rough digits clamping around your bared throat. his spit clings and stretches across your bottom lip as he pulls away.

“comin’ to my room later, princess?” he whispers; you shoo him away, flustered, but nod regardless.

“get outta here,” you giggle. he winks, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek.

you wobble your way back over to sarah’s side, lightheaded. she scowls in her brother’s direction.

“he’s such a dickhead,” she murmurs. you snort and roll your eyes.

“tell me about it.”

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 10 months

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Having the most hilarious little thoughts about Richard Harrington making a deal with demon!Eddie, trading wealth and success in exchange for his firstborn.

The Harringtons climb the social ladder, Richard’s business thrives. Little Steven is born, grows up … and nothing ever happens, so they sort of put it out of their minds and never tell him about how they sold him off to a creature from the underworld before he was even conceived.

The day after Steve’s 18th birthday, they return from a business trip to find their son frantically cleaning up the remains of a party. They’re three minutes into a lecture on how there’s soda and chips all over the expensive carpet when Eddie materializes in the middle of the living room, ready to collect his prize.

Chaos ensues.

Steve is freaking out. Why is that red-eyed, black-clad weirdo lounging on their couch, chunky boots up on the table as if he owns the place? Why is he looking at him like he’s a particularly tasty piece of meat? Why does the guy only need to snap his fingers and Steve finds himself straddling his lap, one ring-clad hand groping his ass? What the actual fuck is going on?

The Harringtons are not amused. They have invested so much money into Steve over the years, thinking that Eddie had forgotten all about them, and NOW he shows up? Eddie just shrugs, idly playing with a lock of Steve’s hair. He never specified WHEN he’d come back, did he? What would he have wanted with a baby, anyhow? What is he, a daycare?

“We thought you wanted to eat him!” blurts Mrs. Harrington, and Eddie just absolutely loses his shit.

What the fuck is WRONG with those people? They thought he ATE babies? And they were still fine with giving him theirs? Holy fucking shit, humans are disgusting! This is it, deal’s off, he’s taking their wealth and success away again. No, the boy is still coming with him, do they honestly expect him to just up and leave him in this shithole? No fucking way! Oh, and they better never try and summon him again or those incriminating documents will find their way to the tax authorities!

And that is how Steve finds himself living with a sassy, strangely kind-hearted demon who may or may not own his soul - they’re still trying to figure out the specifics of that.

# hype's demon!Eddie fic

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fic idea?#hype's demon!eddie fic

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evankinard · 13 days

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sorry I literally cannot think of anything other than buck has a boyfriend. a boyfriend who is tommy kinard. tommy kinard who is a hot pilot. a hot pilot who is confident and interesting and has a cleft. he has a boyfriend and that boyfriend is tommy kinard and tommy makes him feel safe.

#laying awake at 2am thinking about it what did these writers put in them #911 spoilers #evan buckley #weewoo brainrot #911 abc #tommy kinard #bucktommy

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nonranghaes · 17 days

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joshua's a little too focused on the way you're washing his hair now, head leaned back over the sink as you work. sure, the way you're looking at him now with your nose crinkled in disgust isn't the ideal way for you to look at him... but the feeling of your fingers in his hair makes up for it.

"what the hell was wrong with jeonghan?" you frown to yourself. "i mean, how hard is it to not spill half a milkshake on someone's head...?"

joshua knows exactly what happened and he refuses to give that up. he saw the thumbs up jeonghan gave him when you got worked up, offering to help him wash it out of his hair. it was... nice to be the center of attention, too, as you wiped off whatever dripped onto his face and clothes. this is jeonghan's way of giving the two of you alone time, which is weird as hell, but... he can't complain about spending time with you.

"i guess he slipped."

you hum a little, fingers running through his hair again. all he can think about is that and the fact you're using your shampoo for him. it's nice. a part of him really likes smelling like you, even if the scent won't last forever.

it's weird, though: the other day, jeonghan kept going on about how tired he was of having friends who were 'kind of dumb' about their feelings. and now jeonghan's dumping the rest of his milkshake on his head and pushing for you to help clean him up--

"oh my god." he nearly jerks up as you're pressing the sprayer against his scalp.

"shit, is it too hot?" you pull it back to test it on your own hand. "fuck, shua, i'm--"

"you're in love with me."

you stop what you're doing, staring at him. "what?"

fucking leave it to jeonghan to figure it all out and set this scene in motion in his own way. he's probably still downstairs, laughing with seungcheol at how stupid both you and joshua are to not have picked up on it sooner.

joshua shuts his eyes. "oh my god. we're so fucking dumb."

you don't move at all. then, a second later, he feels water running over his scalp. "so... you're...?"

"yeah." he opens his eyes a moment later. "for a while, yeah."

at first, you don't say anything back to him. you just continue to wash the shampoo out of his hair, and he lives for your touch right now. you're so careful not to tug too hard at his hair, just snaking your fingers through it as you ensure you've washed all of the suds out.

"you wanna officially ditch them, then?" you ask after a moment. "once your hair is dry? we could, i dunno, go to a mall. maybe share a pretzel. maybe catch a movie?"

and he just laughs, so endeared to you. "i'd love that."

#nonranghaes.thoughts #seventeen x reader #nonranghaes.svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen x you #svt imagine #svt x you #joshua hong x reader #joshua x reader #joshua fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #joshua hong x you #writer has joshua brainrot rn no one look at her!!!!

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skeptical-saniwa · 5 days

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Monsieur Neuvillette, you’ve forgot your blue lashes!

I forgot I had this video but here is Neuvillette slightly animated

#if someone writes a fic of this happening I’LL FOLD #fanfic writers write & I exist to draw them (jk)#the brainrot is real #fanart #neuvillette x reader #neuvilette genshin #fanart genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #imagine this is you/your ship plz ok

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starlightseraph · 3 months

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scully and mulder have one of the gayest relationship dynamics i’ve ever seen and they’re straight

#props to the writers honestly #making a straight romance feel gay is hard #and we thank them for it #gillian anderson #david duchovny #the x files #x files #txf #msr #starlightseraph’s brainrot

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starlit-bun · 5 months

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these babygirls are dropping out of thin air

#the brainrot.#a date with death #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #fanart #the quality of these photos...sigh.#artists on tumblr #grim is soooo babygirl #when the game said white haired vampires r in rn and grim should be that if he wants to quit being a reaper...#god bless the writers

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harmonysanreads · 5 days

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same anon with dr rstio brainrot (i hope u don’t mind me just throwing my brainrot at you), follow up ask

i also realise that your blog is mainly yandere stuff. i did not go the yandere route when writing my brainrot. but omg…. im thinkin

instead of a fluffy approach.

all of the ask is valid. save for you explaining why you really didn’t enjoy his comments during the movies…

instead of trying not to do it more, he just glares at you, and haughtily says, “it’s better for you to learn somehow. these films you watch are of no benefit to the mind. therefore, i must ensure that you learn something of value while watching such things.”

then he adds, “be grateful that i am taking out the time to do this for you, and that i am not forcing you to watch things that are more educational.”

so… he still does it. you want to rip his throat out because his yapping has increased now that you mentioned that you really didn’t enjoy his observations, explanations or ‘educational remarks’ (as he enjoys calling them) during the film. it just sucks the joy out of watching it.

and maybe he does enjoy the way your face twitches in displeasure as he ruins another concept for you. maybe he enjoys the way you glare at him as he goes into an in-depth explanation of foley, and how rain sounds are actually made by frying bacon (you still are in disbelief, but he’ll correct that at a later point,) maybe he enjoys your reactions a bit too much.

this is all for educational purposes anyway, so he believes he’s right to keep doing them. he doesn’t want a dumb s/o after all.

Ratio, pick a struggle 😒

#this is why yandere ratio is downright hilarious #at least for the onlookers and writers :> for the darling... nah #i'm open to non-yandere scenarios btw i just need it to be specified in the ask is all!#yandere dr ratio #yandere dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio brainrot #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader

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maddie-zylophone-hatter · 2 years

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normalize using wattpad because you don't know how to format your writing in Ao3

#fanfic woes #writer woes #writer brainrot #writeblr #ficblr #fanfic #writblr #just fanfic writer things #i also dont know if its good enough for ao3

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 5 days

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I’m Not Cute! (Soft!Vox x Reader)

“Shhh, stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair,” Vox said moving gently, weaving the strands together carefully.

“it feels weird,” I grumbled, crossing my arms.

“oh come on now,” he said with a playful smile. “We both know how messy it gets if we leave it down before bed.”

“It’s inconvenient,” I agreed. I’d woken up with his hands tangled in my hair one too many times. It was also a pain when it brushed against his ports.

“Your hair is soft,” Vox noted, after a few seconds of silence. “Can I borrow your sweater tonight? It smells like you.”

“If you want,” I said with a smile. It was always so cute when he asked for things like that. Anything to remind him of me. I loved it. “I think you’d look cute in it.”

“What? Cute?” He asked, sounding surprised. He tied off my braids and pulled me up against him, resting his bottom screen (where his chin would be) on the top of my head. “I’m not cute.”

“Debatable,” I said lightly. His arms wrapped around my torso and I hugged them tightly. “You are the most adorably cute person I’ve ever met. The cutest boyfriend in existence.”

“Sweetheart… I’m an Overlord of Hell and CEO of my own billion dollar company, I’m the one of the richest people down here and we both know I didn’t achieve all that by asking nicely,” Vox said with a laugh. He nuzzled his face against my head affectionately. “I can confidently assure you that I’m not cute.”

I squinted at him and thought for a moment. I was determined to make my point. My expression softened and I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, tugging gently on his sleeve. “Voxy…”

He froze for a moment, his hand twitching for a moment as he held me. “Oh come on,” he said, trying to play off the effect I knew it had on him. “Really? This card? That not fair and you know it.”

“But Vox…” I mumbled, my voice a small plea. I tugged on his sleeve again, more insistent. “I just want a kiss. Please?” I knew he was an absolute sucker for when I acted like this.

He glitched for a moment, jerking away unintentionally. I didn’t mind, I knew he wasn’t trying to be rude or rough. I felt him getting hotter- he overheated when he got flustered.

“See? I was right,” I said with a triumphant smile, dropping my little act. “You are cute!”

He was frozen for a moment, still processing, still overheating slightly. “Mm… you’re comfy,” I mumbled, laying down directly on top of him, squishing him with my weight. He was usually nice and warm since he was part machine- or, I assumed he was. There had to be some way his TV head connected to his body. What was the word? Biomechanical? Didn’t matter. He was extra toasty from my teasing. I was comfortable.

“Darling,” Vox muttered, sounding disgruntled. I lifted my head slightly to see his flat screen face looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Hm?” I asked innocently, giving him a playful kiss on the cheek. “Whatever could possibly be the matter, my handsome and amazing boyfriend?”

“Fine,” He sighed, a smile tugging at his lips despite his best efforts. “I didn’t need to sleep anyway.” He wrapped his arms around me, shifting our positions so he’d be more comfortable.

“I love you,” I said with a grin. I laughed softly and leaned into his touch, snuggling up against him.

“I love you too, my dear,” Vox murmured, running his fingers through my hair. He played with it for a moment, then gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. He lingered for a moment, then pulled away. “More than you could ever know.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #ao3 writer #vox fanfiction #vox x reader #x reader #fluff #wholesome #my writing #writing #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel brainrot #asks open #i take requests

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ervotica · 1 month

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rafe with a pogue!reader that just says the most out of pocket, ridiculous shit all the time. he’s perpetually exasperated. you’re jj in female form— really, rafe doesn’t know how he ended up liking you in the first place.

this is him when he looks at u btw

you’re so unserious it actually pains him. he bends over to pick his vape up off of the sidewalk and you air-hump him from behind, with sound effects and everything; you've never seen him move faster, and you squeal when he takes your face in his hands, his brow set deep on his forehead, lips pursed. it pushes your cap halfway off of your head, mussing your already frazzled hair.

"hey, idiot. look at me," he barks, expression hardening as you giggle. you smirk, tongue in cheek.

"what?"

"what the fuck is wrong with you? like actually. you're so fucking weird," he seethes through gritted teeth, unaware of the group of pogues that watch, barely concealing their laughter; you shrug innocently, putting on your best doe eyes for your grumpy boyfriend.

"what are you talking about? i didn't do anything!"

"oh, you didn't do anything?" he parrots; it's something out of a cartoon, truly– his reddened face, pinched features. if you look closely enough, you're sure you'd see steam curling out of his ears.

"nope." you pop the p and he pushes closer to you, crowding your personal space.

"you're a little fucking freak, you know that? you need psychological help."

"yeah, that's fucking rich," you snort, patting his cheek in condescension. you bite his finger when he reaches for your face again. "quit it!" you garble around the digit.

"i can't." he throws his hands up, exasperated as he strides away. "i can't with you."

you grin, scampering after him as he paces. you're bursting at the seams with childlike amusement, skipping happily until you lace your fingers through rafe's. he grumbles something rather unsavoury but still tucks you beneath his arm, scowling as you needle your way into his side.

"gonna be the death of me, kid."

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 4 months

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I wanna dance with somebody

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 22

Prompt: Sports

Rated: T

CW: some vague mentions of Eddie’s boner

Tags: No UD AU; Meet cute; Good neighbor Eddie Munson; Dancer Steve Harrington

Notes: @thefreakandthehair, @sourw0lfs, @devondespresso - SPORTS! GO, SPORTS!!!

Wanna see dancer!Steve stretch (and Eddie have a horny meltdown)? Check out the artwork done by @house-of-the-moving-image!!

It’s still half dark and freezing outside as Eddie parks the van in front of the dancing school.

“Shit, we’re running late,” Max curses and bends down to straighten her neon-colored leg warmers for the twentieth time. “Just because you couldn’t find your stupid car keys.”

“That all you gotta say?” Eddie huffs, but all it gets him is that bewildered brow quirk she always does when he’s being dumb. “How about Sorry for waking you at ass o’clock, Eddie? Thank you for driving me, Eddie? You’re the best neighbor in the world, Eddie?”

She scoffs at him. “Ew, are you always that desperate for validation? Pathetic.”

Eddie gawks after her as she opens the passenger door and gets out to retrieve her duffel from the backseat. That little gremlin! He should’ve closed the door in her face, left her standing out in the snow.

Except, it all rang a little too close to home. The way she huddled on his porch, arms wrapped around her too-thin jacket, face set in a disappointed scowl. The way she barked at him to drive her to dance class because her mom had been home late and wouldn’t wake up. He knows she’s been taking odd jobs around the trailer park to pay for the classes, knows it's the one thing during the week she looks forward to. Also knows that her mom is too out of it to care half of the time. Knows how that feels.

There’s no way he could’ve denied her.

The problem is, she’s perfectly aware of that.

“You coming?”

She’s eyeing him expectantly through the open back door of the van. Eddie waves her off, fumbles for his cigarettes in his pocket. Realizes he forgot them. Shit.

“‘s okay, I’ll just wait out here in the car.”

She rolls her eyes so hard her entire head sways with the motion. “Don’t be a moron, they have heating and a lounge inside. C’mon.”

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The inside of the dancing school is basically just one long hall with a floor-to-ceiling mirror front at one end. There’s a counter in one corner and two mismatched sofas with a pile of old magazines opposite that. Max makes a dash for the gaggle of girls doing warm-ups on the dance floor, even though there’s no instructor in sight yet.

“Oh hey, can I help you?”

Eddie blinks. A guy has just materialized behind the counter - though the truth probably is that he was crouched out of sight to retrieve the boombox in his hands. He puts it on the countertop, cocks his head at Eddie, which makes a few strands of floofy chestnut hair fall in front of his wireframe glasses, and oh fuck, he’s cute!

“Adult classes don’t start until noon, but-”

Eddie barks a laugh and saunters closer.

“Yeah, no. I’m just here to drop off little Red.”

He jerks his head at the dance floor. Cutie follows the movement and his face breaks into a smile so full of genuine delight, Eddie wants to cuddle him. Or maybe bite him. Maybe both.

“Oh, Max,” says Cutie. “You her brother?”

Eddie snorts. “Nah, just a neighbor. Her mom was … indisposed.”

“Huh,” Cutie says. Quirks an eyebrow. Somehow manages to put an entire unspoken verdict into that little noise and gesture. “She’s real talented, y’know?”

Eddie shuffles in his place, unsure about what to do with that information. “Um, yeah?”

Cutie nods, eyes darting over at Max, who’s dropping into a painful-looking split in front of the mirror, and shit, when did she learn that?

“Yeah. I think she’s got potential. Plus, she’s really come out of her shell these past few weeks. So thanks for driving her.”

“Oh, erm …” Eddie makes, pulls a strand of hair in front of his face to hide his incoming flush. “No problem, dude, not like I had-”

“Steve!” Max hollers, and they flinch apart. Eddie didn’t even notice how they’ve both drifted into each other’s space, Cutie’s elbows bracketed on the counter and himself just swaying ever-so-slightly closer. “You done flirting, or what? We should’ve started three minutes ago!”

Cutie - who’s name is Steve, apparently - takes off his glasses and winks at Eddie. Fucking winks at him. It goes ridiculously well with the pretty pink blush that’s blooming high in his cheekbones.

“Sorry,” he mutters, raising his arms over his head and bending at the hip, does a silly little stretch. “Duty calls.”

Then, he smoothes his hair out of his forehead and steps around the counter, pressing the Play button on the boombox.

“Okay, ladies, here we go! One song for warm-up, just move around the room however you like, feel the music.”

Some atrocious, boppy pop number starts to blare through the room, but Eddie hardly processes it. He’s too preoccupied by the sight in front of him.

Legs.

And an ass.

Legs and an ass in fucking tights. They hug Steve’s form like a second skin, bringing out every muscle, and Christ, there’s a lot to bring out! Guy looks like one of these ancient Greek marble statues - if marble statues wore fucking Tears for Fears shirts and could balance on their tippy toes and do leaps and spins in perfect sync with the music, all with flawless core tension and a seemingly effortless smile.

Eddie thinks he may need to step out. Take a breather. Throw himself crotch-first into the nearest snowdrift, maybe.

Instead, he takes two shaky steps backwards and collapses on top of the nearest sofa, grabs a random magazine from the pile and fans it open in his lap to hide his very unfortunate predicament.

It’s Good Housekeeping.

Steve spins by, catches his eye and winks again.

Eddie turns back to the magazine. Cool, fine, he always wanted to know about the ten best apple pie recipes to delight your loved ones with.

He does hope this magazine is sturdy, or he might just tear through it.

Part 2

All my holiday drabbles

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #steddie holiday drabbles #steddieholidaydrabbles #hype's holiday drabbles

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sak-supernatural · 2 months

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AO3 makes my brain garbage ideas look so professional and clean. How does my rambling turn into that nice looking presentable story? It’s wild how much more motivated I am to do something with an idea if I make it into a draft on AO3 to see what my fic looks like as it comes together (also helps that I then have a deadline before it’s deleted). This is why I could never write a book, I’m too used to the validation I get from posting chapters as I go on long works.

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luckkythirt33n · 2 months

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assffkakjsjsj YOU LOT

my brain rot friend who helps beta my fics/cook ideas drew a quick sketch of Crowley in the fic I'm writing:

HEAD CHEF CROWLEY WITH THEIR LITTLE DELI CUP I CANT !!

#good omens #aziracrow #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #ineffable idiots #ineffable brainrot #crowley x aziraphale #head chef crowley giving gordon ramsey vibes #omgomg #good omens fan art #good omens fanfiction #ao3 work in progress #ao3 writer

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statusexile · 5 months

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Ghost is the type man that would lick and devour your cunt for hours, keep edging you over and over again until you’re basically begging him to stop because of overstimulated you are.

And when he finally manages to make you cum, he’s gonna drink all of your squirt like his life depends on it, swirls it in his mouth and then he spit it to your mouth. Pushing your own cum straight down to your throat with his tongue while kissing you, making sure you’re swallowing everything because he wants you to know how delicious you are.

#i can't expand this into a full fic because i'm having a writer block rn man i'm so sad :((#simon ghost riley x reader smut #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #call of duty smut #modern warfare 2 smut #shaf brainrots

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