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blessed are the people who put their age n prns somewhere on their blog

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hgngfb moon knight system but steven's the type of guy to first get addicted to that boypussy !!!! he'll get a taste of your slick and his head explodes. he's so insatiable you literally have to pry him off because he just wants to have you in his mouth 24/7, he wants to reek of your pussy n he'll whine and beg to cockwarm you.

marc's the second one, and he gets a taste when he has to forcefully front to pry steven off you. maybe he's expected somewhere and steven won't let go, so he takes front and gets a taste of your slick and he's like "oh shit." it takes a couple of rounds afterwards, but eventually he becomes hooked on your boypussy :3

as for jake, well, he eats you out whenever you're asleep. it's easier to enjoy himself when the other two idiots are sleeping, and, well, it helps that you're a deep sleeper so it's easier for him to pry you open and eat you out until you're creaming all over his tongue !!!!

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I LOVE KNOBSUS YEAAHHHH

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HE GOT ME KILLED???????

FUCK THAT GUY

LOVERS TO ENEMIES MR OWHORA X KONUG????

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The way they have more romantic tension than I’ve had with any person irl😭

[miguel-owhora]

guys im so fucking bored why didnt anyone tell me housesitting all by myself was going to be isolating and boring 😭

anyways,

[miguel-owhora]

Gnome were you the one who wrote cryptic horror reader? I've been trying to look for it but for the life of me I can't find anything 😭

I don't think so, you're probs thinking about @miguel-owhora, he's the one who wrote cryptid monster reader and cult leader migual

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i say this with as much war and hate as possible, but FUCK KONIG. he is such a stupid little bitch, every day i pray for his downfall.

Damn you have history together??

[miguel-owhora]

Hai hellow 👋

hello my son, sorry this took so long but ! here we are :)!!

alright, starting off strong, obviously you remind me of ben! silly ben reilly, you're just as silly as he is. no but fr i think you're like, very cool but also really kind, with only a handful of brain cells floating around in your mind, but in a good way 😭 i also do think you'd be the type of good to have a brooding monologue like he does lmao. that and also bc he calls miguel 'dad' in the movie, jokingly and only for a second but it counts, but still. speaking of that scene, i also think you're really supportive! i think!!!

ermmmm you also remind me of pavitr!!! but in the way that you're both so kind and sweet, but also very 🤨! i wont explain what 🤨 means but !!!! idk you're a good mixture of pavitr and ben :3

i know nothing about francis mosses but im reminded of you every time i see him, and whenever a post pops up on my tl i think to myself 'oh you'd like this' just to find out you're the reason its on my tl

you remind me of sunburst from mlp 😭 no i will absolutely NOT explain why

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thank you to everyone who witnessed my crisis, i think i will take a gap year

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Do you think a pony changing their main body's colour would be considered racist or would it only be considered racist if they "changed" what species they are

both, except i do think the second one is sort of like RCTA 😭

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👉🏽👈🏽⁉️⁉️

aww hell why is there a baby in my inbox :( on another note tho!

okay, first and foremost you obviously remind me of gaz! it's an obvious thing, i mean cmon now. you're obviously so cool and clever, and i feel like so sassy but not in a mean way?? and you're genuinely a fun person to talk to :)! but, on the other hand, i feel that while you definitely have the ability to turn serious and take charge at a moment's notice. so yeah, definitely ghost gaz i meant gaz not that albino halloween spirit looking ass

on the other hand, you also remind me of roach! silly little guys nothing more nothing less

because im a loser, of course i have to assign everyone a spider-man. or two. you remind me of gwen, first of all, in the way that you're literally so cool. i feel like you'd be the type of person to be a band tbh. you're also the type of person to have gone through so much and keep everyone at arms length, in fear that you'll be hurt again. but in the end, it's this distrust that'll land you some friends who'll stand by your side in your darkest time and help you out. or maybe i'm overthinking it.

but! you also remind me of beter (forgive me for assigning you literally the two white ppl)! in the way that you have so much experience and that's shaped you into who you are, but in a good way. you're very much kind and willing to take the high road, and firm on your beliefs, which i can respect. you're also very kind to those who are barely 'starting out', and encourage others! very mentor-like me thinks; how many people have started their blogs because you encouraged them? many!

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Let's play a game lol

Answer this and send it to anyone you want through asks :Dd

jgnghf why is this actually so hard 😭

okay okay, at first glance you remind me of those little bitches from that one gnome movie where they were separated from blue n red, bc of your pfp. iykyk, i dont even remember if they were gnomes 💀

you definitely remind me of a cod character or two, maybe ghost? or hell even price 😭 mostly bc i feel you're a generally well-respected and known writer in our section of the community, and you're so like talented. and idk, you're like quiet and stick to yourself i guess?, which kind of reminds me of ghost in the way that he's not as... hngh extroverted as the others, and i feel like most people are like "🤨❓" about him. and in a way so are you!

as for price, hgnghfnf i feel like you're nice and all, but i also feel like you have a certain vibe to you that makes price, captain price. i won't explain it but yeah :3

and idk if you're into the SV community, i doubt you are, but you remind me of the spot, but like... the parts where he's silly. i won't explain why but out of all my moots, you're the person who'd get struck by the collider and become a mass of holes :333

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thfnfnt thinking about fucking miguel so hard his tits start bouncing dkd dnf

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anwyayss, stripper au but you're a club owner and miguel just so happens to be your most popular plaything—and your personal pet. this was mostly an excuse to say that most of his outfits are red themed, and his most classic outfit is a playboy bunny one, one where his peach ass hangs and the guests go crazy when he decides to shake it. fhfnfir

but as it goes, only the club owner has the honor of spreading his pretty hole open with your cock whilst his ass cheeks ripple and jiggle with each sharp thrust.

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guys im so fucking bored why didnt anyone tell me housesitting all by myself was going to be isolating and boring 😭

anyways,

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Honk.

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Okay fuck after reading @killerkillerkillher 's fic with demon Soap and Price, and angel Ghost and Gaz, it got my own brain worms multiplying (as if I don't have enough going on lol) so here's the au draft that's been rotting for a while lol.

So here's an idea for an au:

Reader is part of a small group of friends that are Ghost hunters/DIY exorcists (read: They're all drop out college students and the ghost hunting youtube channel's putting food on the table). Reader doesn't believe in the supernatural but the friends keep reader around because you're the group's 'ghost deterrent' because spirits GTFO when reader's near and reader thinks his friends are just bullshitting them.

Anyway the group are moving to a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere where an old haunted house the reader's grandmother left is. Then their pos car breaks down an hour away from town. 'Luckily' the town's mechanic, Johnny, was just driving by and helps you lot out. And ain't he a handsome devil (emphasis on devil) thinking he can con a couple of young and dumb humans out of their souls. Soap's all hooded eyes and husky voice as he lures you away like a lamb to a supply closet, oil darkened hands sliding under your shirt and lips sucking dark hickeys into your throat.

He pulls away when you tug on his mohawk, raising his head until his lips are just inches from your own and you don't even notice him mutter a verbal contract, nor do you understand you've agreed to one when his lips crash on yours like he's drowning.

And Johnny's grinning into the kiss like a loon as he tries to take the soul of the stupid but hot mortal he's just met only to find out he... he can't. No matter how consuming his kisses are or how aroused both of you get your soul sits stubbornly in your chest and doesn't even budge.

When your friend bangs on the door and yells for you to "stop shagging every guy you meet!" you're forced to give an awkward goodbye and scurry away. And Soap's left completely bewildered and confused as fuck wondering what just happened and thinks he needs to tell Price.

Meanwhile, while your car's being fixed up, your friends drag you to the town's only pub that's run by a Simon Riley. He's an intimidating man without trying to be, but he doesn't immediately chase you out like some bar owners. He's quiet, listening to your friends chatter while cleaning a glass rough scarred hands, but the way he looks at you is... odd. Like you're an interesting bauble he's found on his gran's shelf.

He's there to catch you when you trip on a raised floorboard you swear wasn't there before. "Thanks, I owe you one." You say with a small awkward laugh, though for some reason it feels like him catching you had been an excuse to touch you.

"That so?" His thumb traces the dark hickeys across your throat, surprisingly soft, and you can feel your cheeks getting hot. "You let Johnny have fun with you?" His chuckle is rich like aged wine, fingers gently pressing down on a hickey; it feels possessive. "You'd let any old thing like me take from you, yeah?" There's something in his words that has a shiver running down your spine, though from apprehension or arousal you're not sure.

"Ye- eh, yeah." You don't know which question you're agreeing with, and you understand the weight of your words, quickly walking away from him before your friends can embarrass you by wolf whistling at you and him. And you completely forget to ask on how he knows it was the mechanic who gave you the hickeys.

With still some time to burn before sun sets you decide to visit the radio station in town, mainly because your friend swears on his life that those are always haunted or have some decrepit old host that knows all the gossip in town. And when you meet the man you had heard softly yet confidently talking on the radio? He's handsome, pretty brown eyes as enticing as his voice, and you're starting to sense a theme with you meeting all these very nice looking men.

But Kyle, or Gaz as he asks you to call him, is a wealth of knowledge to the point you're not sure where the gossip stops and some crumb of truth begins. He talks all the way into the night with you and your gang of amateur ghost hunters, and you see why he is the radio host because his voice is like the song of angels, silk soft on your ears and you feel like you could fall into the best sleep of your life from listening to him.

And all he wants from you in return for his knowledge? "Nothing much mate, just a small favor, I'm sure you'll manage." Kyle leans in and pecks your lips like he's sealing a promise, or a bargain, but that's just you being stupid after getting kissed by the second hot guy today, surely. Gaz already knows he can't just nab your soul, he has ears in every wall in this town, but at least he can put his own claim on you.

Day, for the most part, well spent you and your friends go to the house for a good night's rest. It isn't any good as you're woken up numerous times and by morning you have several broken vases and an exploded lightbulb — everything you explain away as the house being old as fuck, but your friends claim it to be the work of spirits — your friends drag you to the church on the hill at the asscrack of dawn.

And that's how you meet Father Johnathan Price. (Insert devil in church joke here)

He listens to your friends explain the situation, calm and collected, but you swear his eyes stay on you the entire time. "That's quite a predicament." Price hums, offering to bless you and your friends in hopes of protecting you from evil spirits.

You're the last to go, nearly jumping out of your skin when he grips your chin. "Relax my boy." Those words frazzle your brain enough for him to easily pull on your jaw until your mouth opens, his thumb almost playing with your bottom lip. The look in his eyes is dark, the air between you far heavier than it should be between you and a bloody priest. But Price doesn't see anything wrong with this, pressing a thumb down on your tongue and then putting a wafer on your tongue. "There you go, you are now blessed in the name of a lord. Now consume it, my boy."

You obey automatically. You're not quite sure if a communion wafer is supposed to taste so... weird, it has a coppery and peppery taste to it. Almost like spicy blood or something but that's just you being stupid again, especially as you can feel heat burning between your legs.

Sufficiently embarrassed about getting hard at a priest you give an awkward goodbye and leave, trying to fix your pants before your friends see your... problem.

Johnny appears by Price's side in a small flicker of flames and brimstone when you leave, confident smirk on his face. "Ooh, couldn't resist claiming a piece of him fer yourself?" He smirks, nudging Price on his side.

"I suppose he is more interesting than the usual rabble." Price hums, already imagining of how handsome you'd look laying naked on the altar, and how to get you to that point.

Congrats! Now you've got 4 hot dudes trying to take your soul :D