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goomens · 8 months
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I've had an idea but I won't get around to writing it think.. I imagine Crowley being drunk on wine, taking to Nina after *the event* and just word vomiting, telling her everything about who he is. And then Nina ist like "so when you said 'angel' you actually meant..." maybe you can do something with that? 😂
such a cute idea!!! fic under the cut <3
It’s nine in the morning and Nina is jolted from her sleepy reverie by the violent tinkle of the front door bell; a figure in black slithering into a nearby seat and thunking his head down onto the table. Crowley, she thinks, watching him carefully from behind the counter. Without Mr. Fell in tow, tense around the shoulders, and creating quite a sad display, she feels a pang of something like pity inside her chest.
“Gretel,” Nina calls quietly to one of her newer baristas after a moment of consideration, “Take over for a bit, please?” And she makes her way over to Crowley, not bothering to say hello as she pulls out the other chair and sits down in it. He doesn’t lift his head. By all means, he seems lifeless. Completely still. Eerie, like he isn’t breathing. Her heart stutters in fear for a second, thinking he’s just up and died in her coffee shop, but—
“Oh, calm down.” Crowley retracts his forehead from the cold plastic table with a grunt and glares at Nina—she thinks, at least—through the impenetrable black lenses of his sunglasses. “I would like a mug of coffee with four measures of vodka, please and thank you.”
“It’s not even half nine yet, you know,” She scolds him, not really meaning it, but not willing to serve him alcohol so early either. He’s a bit of an odd fella (or, whatever) but Nina draws the line at serving a customer four units before noon. “No boozy breakfasts here. You’ll have to wait ‘til later—on Saturdays we have a boozy brunch. There’ll be cocktails.”
Crowley doesn’t speak for a moment. Then, “Pity.” He sighs. Snaps his fingers for some reason. He reaches into his blazer, pulling out an entire litre bottle of ABSOLUT and uncapping it. Nina opens her mouth, ready to tell him off, but he holds a finger up and guzzles down half of it before she can get the words out. When he sets the bottle down, she raises a questioning eyebrow.
“Thirsty?”
He ignores her, choosing to scowl instead, and looks off out the window of the shop looking a bit lost. “Your advice was shit. You and that—that vinyl seller. Thought you should know. Don’t go trying to influence anyone else’s ‘love’ lives, eh?” His words are full of forced humour, but his voice shatters a bit at the end, and suddenly Nina feels like some kind of villain. She looks at Crowley and sees someone in mourning. He’s grieving. He’s heartbroken.
“Fuck,” She says with feeling, and motions for Gretel to bring over two mugs.
Hours later—in the midst of Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death’s boozy brunch—Crowley is drunkenly taking Nina step-by-step through his and Aziraphale’s extremely long history. They go back much, much further than she ever thought. Than she ever thought possible, actually. It’s all quite strange. And sweet, and sad, the way he talks about Aziraphale. “He’s so smart,” He says. “He’s good. He’s lovely. He’s the one I love. He’s only gone and returned to Heaven and left me on my own.” He also says, “I’m a Demon, I know I don’t deserve him,” and “He’s an Angel, he doesn’t want me. He could never want me.” And Nina is suddenly putting the pieces together, making sense of it all, her stomach—full of the buttered bagel she’d had for breakfast, half a bottle of vodka, and not much else—turns and swoops, threatening to expel its contents.
Crowley watches her then bursts into a startling laugh. It’s low and surprised. “There’s no way—no way—you’re just now realising what I am. What he is.” She just blinks and stares, and his laugh dies down but the lines of amusement remain etched on his face. “Oh, brilliant. You humans are brilliant. So bloody obtuse.”
“Oi!” She protests, reaching out to push at his shoulder. But she misses on account of being a bit more tipsy than she thought, and he laughs at her again. “I am not obtuse! ‘M quite clever, actually.”
There’s a smile on his—the Demon’s—face now, which is nice, much better than the frown he sported earlier, but when he gestures to his face and grins fiendeshly, she only stares confused for a second before realising that, ah, maybe she is a bit obtuse. His eyes are bright and a little bit playful, without the sunglasses. Big and yellow and snake-like, and oh, that’s what the Eden story had been about. It hadn’t been a metaphor or a weird figure of speech, but the truth. She’d been so busy listening to him she hadn’t noticed the moment he’d pocketed his sunglasses.
Instead of crippling fear or mortal terror, Nina just laughs and laughs. She orders them both a creamy coffee and some malt biscuits, even at his weak protests, and she lets him tell her all about the planets and the stars, Mesopotamia, the crucifixion, the Seven hills of ancient Rome, the burning of witches in the fifteenth century, the Armageddon-That-Wasn’t…
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mxrtified777 · 6 months
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searching through the Ancient Texts (old sketchbooks) for anything i may have written about Adonis when i made him because i dont remember having like. a solid description of his personality
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no yeah i’m a phag. yeah with a ph. a ph in d
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Are you normal or do you find fic ideas at the bottom of shopping lists?
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mejomonster · 1 year
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There are So many bisexuals in the world I can't take a Step without running into a bisexual, I can't believe when I was a teen people lied to me and said what I was didn't exist and there was no one like me, babes if you're bisexual I promise youre not alone and you're awesome
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@ last post admittedly they’re not THAT good but for not writing in a year and picking it back up it’s not bad by any means I think :)
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when i was 16 i was obsessed w the idea of my future wife and i wrote a rap parody of the theme song to fresh prince of bel air that in my head id perform with her at our future wedding but bc i was 16 and obviously hadnt met her so had no knowledge i only got like. the first verse down
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journaling has been going pretty well so far :)
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Ooooh so the point of life is to fuck around and laugh with friends??
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Why put yourself in a box when the world is a circle? 🤔
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westernsunshine · 8 months
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Me 🤝 Harrowhark
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midsummerpuck · 1 year
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life is a window i must hurl myself through though it slices me to pieces
a body in motion has no business backtracking to peer through broken frames - there is no clearer view but i risk cutting my feet on the shattered glass
turning around negates the momentum needed to punch through the next pane, and i have bloodied my knuckles enough in the pursuit of understanding you
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amberlynnmurdock · 4 months
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Neighbor
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Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: You're Matt Murdock's neighbor, and one night he hears you pray.
Words: Under 1k
A/N: I just be posting anything now lol wrote this in my notes app hope you like it!!!
The building was quiet most of the time, but unfortunately for Matt Murdock, that wasn't the case, ever. Most people couldn't hear apartments three doors down and the conversations that went on in them. But Matt could. And he could never avoid them.
He distracted himself from the outside noise with menial chores–cleaning whatever dishes were left in the sink, reorganizing glasses in the cabinet, and practicing his fighting. But when dusting and cleaning wasn't enough, when even the music he played couldn't drown out the noise, he tended to listen to a particular apartment: hers.
She lived alone. Right across the hall, diagonal from his own door. Of all the apartments he was forced to listen to day in and day out, hers was the most peaceful. The quietest. She didn't have loud conversations with anyone, she didn't have a dog who would bark in the middle of the night. Instead, she had a teapot on the stove that would whistle when ready; she spent most nights quietly flipping through pages of a book. She got up to that annoying phone alarm and trotted to the bathroom to get ready for work. Matt's not sure what she does, but sometimes he hears her come home late when he's about to get ready to patrol the streets as Daredevil.
Matt realized going over this in his head was a little more than creepy and trod the thin line of being a stalker, but his heightened senses and what they picked up on were unavoidable. The times he couldn't focus on anything else or tune out the other noises in the apartment he focused on hers because it was the most calming to his senses.
He's only run into her a handful of times on the rare occasion they both leave for work in the morning. One time, they both exited their apartments at the same time. She quietly waved good morning until she realized she waved at a blind man and then uttered a more audible "good morning." Most people would ignore the realization and awkwardly go about their day, but not her. She always made sure to say good morning from then on. Matt liked that–no, liked you.
Matt found himself eager to get home after work more often than not, in hopes of coming home at the same time as her. Anything to get a small interaction would be enough for him. Even if it was as small as her holding the door for him or wishing him a good night. He looked forward to these small interactions so much that if they didn't happen, Matt would have a much less than good day.
One night, though, when he was just about to let himself fall asleep after a rather rough night patrolling Hell's Kitchen, he heard her. He heard her in a way he hadn't before. From the hiccups, to the shaky breaths, and the lingering taste of salt in the air, he knew she was crying.
Matt shot up in bed as he began to listen more intently–what happened?
"Please, God," he heard her whispered prayer, "Please make sure I make it home safe and unharmed from work. Please. There's so much violence in this city and I'm scared to walk alone at night."
Matt took a shaky breath, gripping his silk sheets in his hands. She was scared, he confirmed. Well, rest assured, he thought. Tomorrow night, he would make sure she arrived home safely from work himself.
TO BE CONTINUED??? IDK.
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beskarandblasters · 6 months
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Pillow Queen
No Outbreak!Joel Miller x F!Reader
Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist
Author’s note: So this fic is inspired by a little story. I sent my boyfriend @psychedelic-ink’s fic, My Girl Now, and the twitter porn clip that inspired it. And he responded with, “i'm just surprised a pillow queen like you wants to bounce on my cock like that” 😐 So @wannab-urs told me I should write a Joel fic based on this scenario where the reader proves him wrong, so enjoy 😍😇
Summary: You watch a porn video while Joel is sleeping beside you. He wakes up while you’re watching it. You tell him you want to try that position and he calls you a pillow queen. You prove him wrong.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak, porn with little plot lol, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, pretty girl), 69/oral sex (M and F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, half assed editing (I’m sorry😭), no use of y/n
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“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Joel.”
Joel drifts off to sleep beside you in no time, the exhaustion of the long day of construction hitting him all at once. You, on the other hand, cannot fall asleep. There’s a particular reason for that, which is… you’re incredibly horny; horny for Joel who’s out cold next to you. He came home and told you all about the exhausting day he had. He was practically dragging his feet when he came home, forcing himself to stay awake. After dinner, he took a shower and basically went straight to bed- poor guy. So you would feel guilty for waking him up. But what are you supposed to do? It doesn’t help that he’s sleeping naked literally inches away from you…
You grab your phone from the nightstand and open Twitter, scrolling for some videos, and yes the guilt is brewing in your stomach but maybe you can quell your urges right now. You find a video of a man and a woman. He’s sitting on the bed and the woman is sitting on his cock, facing the camera and bouncing up and down. Fuck, you wanna do that with Joel. It’s a position you’ve never tried before. You click on it and your volume is all the way up because of course it is. You gasp and try to close the app hastily before Joel wakes up. But it’s too late.
“Sweetheart?” he says sleepily, turning on the lamp on his nightstand and rolling over to you.
“Hmm?” you respond, not acknowledging what just happened.
“What was that I heard?” he asks, rubbing his eyes. The sleepiness in his voice is wearing off and you can tell under the dim light that he’s wearing a shit eating grin.
After letting out a sigh you say, “A video I found?”
“What kind of video?” he asks, the eagerness in his voice growing.
“I’ll just show you,” you say, hanging your phone to him.
He blinks a few times to get adjusted to the bright screen and watches the video, eyebrows raised and mouth hanging open.
“I thought we could try that,” you say sheepishly.
“I see,” he says, handing the phone back to you.
“Well, what do you think?”
“I'm just surprised a pillow queen like you wants to bounce on my cock like that,” he chuckles.
“Excuse me?? Pillow queen?!” you gasp.
“What?!” he laughs, “Ain’t nothing wrong with that.”
“I don’t wanna be a pillow queen,” you pout.
“I mean it endearingly, sweetheart.”
“Let me prove you wrong.”
“Huh?”
“Let me prove you wrong,” you repeat, inching closer to him and pressing your lips to his neck.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath.
You pull down the comforter and move to straddle Joel, except you’re facing his cock, getting into a sixty nine position. You take his cock in your hands just as he goes to eat you out, sending shivers down your spine. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before taking all of him in your mouth. Meanwhile, Joel’s licking your clit and fucking your cunt with his nose. One of your hands cups Joel’s balls and the other wraps around the base of his cock. His hands grips your thighs, fingertips sinking into the soft flesh as he pleasures you but also gets pleasured himself. His balls tense up in your hand and you know he’s about to cum soon. You pull yourself off of him much to his dismay but his disappointment doesn’t last long. You move to the edge of the bed and motion for him to come towards you. He sits at the edge of the bed and you stand with your back facing towards him before sitting on his lap and sinking down on his cock.
“God damn,” he says, marveling at you and the way you took his cock in one clean stroke.
The praise doesn’t stop there because as soon as you start bouncing up and down he just about loses his mind. His hands grip your waist as you fuck yourself on his cock. With every movement you make your walls stretch and take every inch of him, expanding to take the newfound length and girth inside you.
“Good fucking girl,” he praises, wrapping his arm around you and nipping the lobe of your ear.
“Oh yeah?” you ask playfully.
“Mhm,” he responds, “Bouncing up and down on my cock like a fucking angel.”
This position is so hot but you also wish you could see his face and get the full satisfaction of proving him wrong.
“I-I wanna change positions,” you say.
“Pillow Queen got tired out?” he teases.
“No way!” you say, getting off of him, “Move back farther and lay down.”
He does as he’s told and scooches back, laying down on the bed. You move to straddle him, facing him this time, and sink down onto his cock once again. This time you get to watch his face; watch his mouth fall open as you begin to ride him.
“Fuck, didn’t realize you had this in you, pretty girl,” he says, hands gravitating towards your breasts. You smirk at him as his hands caress the curve of the soft mounds before moving to your nipples, taking them in between his fingertips.
You move your hips back and forth on his cock, grinding against him. Your hands rest on his chest as you fuck yourself on his cock, this position providing much more visual stimulation than the last. The look on Joel’s face is one of pure ecstasy as he watches his pretty girl ride him.
Your walls tense up in anticipation of release. Joel can feel it, too; the way your walls clench his cock.
“Cum on my cock like a good girl,” he says.
And with one last grind of your hips you do, your cunt fluttering around him erratically. The sensation of your cunt gripping him pulls his own orgasm from him. His cum paints your insides in thick ropes until the movement of your hips eventually slows down. And now you’re exhausted.
You move off of him and collapse down on the bed. Joel pulls you into him and kisses the top of your head.
“Pretty impressive for a “pillow queen” if I do say so myself,” you tease.
“Most definitely, sweetheart,” he says, “I’ll stop callin’ you that if it hurts your feelings.”
“I know you’re only teasing, especially since I just proved you otherwise,” you chuckle.
“Like a good girl.”
“Plus you had a long day so it felt good to take care of you for once.”
“You’re the best, sweetheart,” he says, kissing the top of your head one last time before you both drift off to sleep, entangled in each other’s arms.
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End note: ✨here’s the text that inspired all of this✨
Also we aren’t mad at David, he was just kidding and clearly I thought it was funny if I decided to write a fic about it 😭
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arillusionist · 3 months
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🤯 conspiracy-theories follow
theory: the sun summoner is definitely still alive. all we know is that she “gave up her life to save ravka” but how? have YOU ever heard of a grisha dying from using their powers?? it just doesnt make sense.
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Bitch shes a SAINT. All saints die. Move on lmao
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alina was different and u know it just bc she was a “saint” doesnt mean she had to die op is right and ur being an asshole get off their post
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not you calling her alina like you know her personally… put some respect on her name bruh
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wait til u find out not everyone is religious and ravkan and doesnt use sankta labels n shit
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the way i literally never even mentioned religion… the lack of reading comprehension on this site is insane
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Friendly reminder to DNI if you think the Wraith and D*rtyh*nds are together! We do not welcome you guys on this blog :)
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drew some fanart of sankta anastasia i hope you guys like it!! i drew her with a bleeding eye because shes the saint of sickness and when my mom was sick her eye started bleeding for like 2 days straight lol but i prayed to sankta anastasia and she made my mom get better even though her eye is permanently damaged and my sister and dad could not recover and they passed away after like 5 days of pain (we stabbed them to put them out of their misery)
#sankta anastasia #saint anastasia #saint #sankta #saints fanart #sankta fanart #sankta anastasia fanart #saint anastasia fanart
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tired of yall stereotyping kerch as a dark and gloomy place… not all of us live in ketterdam or in the north in general. its extremely offensive to us so please fucking stop.
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Sturmhond is a privateer…
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who gaf
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Shut up you dirty kerch ketterdam gang member money worshipping heathen 
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it was never that deep but okay..
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not trying to b racist or anything but why do grisha always act like they’re better than anyone else… and why doesnt anyone ever call them out…
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JUST FOUND OUT THAT WYLAN VAN ECK’S BOYFRIEND IS DIRTYHAND’S EX LMFAO WHATTTT
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guys im shu can someone please tell me that dirtyhands is not what i think it means… i keep seeing that name all over this app and im so confused
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trust me its not but based on this new info…
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Funny how people keep hating on Kerch when Fjerda is RIGHT THEREE
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