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us writing smut:

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i really wish people would put if its a male, female, or nb/gn reader in thw tags so i dont get female reader stuff all the time, its really disphoric-

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we need more foggy nelson x readers and i WILL change that.

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happy "closer to 2050 than 2000" day everyone

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Homestyle Dinner Rolls if they were WOKE

"Singing the wrong lyrics until the other person laughs"

Danny: I wanna skip to last summer, when everything was GAYYY

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you're telling me these dinner rolls are homestyle?

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holy fuck what do you mean-

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This has been a PSA.

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so many drafts, send me a character and if i have them i'll work on that fic tomorrow (today??)

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cher and i traded brain worms (i've only been writing x Masc!Reader)

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thinking about playing russian roulette with james.

MDNI. smut. death but yk it’s a ghost so… gun play. handjob (james receiving). horrible grammar. drabble. gn!reader.

you’ve got your favorite gun in his mouth and your hand in his pants. and he’s whining around the barrel that’s lodged so deep in his mouth that it has him choking.

your finger rests on the trigger, applying enough pressure for another empty click. james moans, eyes fluttering shut as he bucks into your hand.

and you’re so mean with it too. mocking taunts spilling from sinful lips that have him firmly planting his feet and bucking into your grasp. egging him on while your finger never leaves the trigger. he gets off on it in ways you’ll never understand.

another empty click. it’s getting close to the end now. he salivates for it like a dog eyeing a fine piece of steak. worships the barrel of the gun like a sinner repenting, drool leaking down his chin.

click. another moan.

and james doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his life. he’s so close, that violent, blinding edge is so near he can taste it in the metal of the barrel.

so you shove the gun deeper into his mouth, just to hear him gag on it, and his eyes roll back.

the shot finally rings out. james can barely whimper before he cumming harder than he ever has in his life, bullet exiting the back of his skull.

you hold his limp, unresponsive form in your arms, more than pleased with the mess you’ve made of him. he’ll come back to himself in a few moments. after all, you can’t kill a ghost.

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I SAID WHAT I SAID

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I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

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10 more followers till 100 !!

we might have something in store for this :3