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rachalixie · 2 years

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post-concert lix PLEASE (i am so terribly down bad for this man🧍🏾‍♀️)

lix is finally done! he took me the longest. i’m so soft for him.

seeing felix cry makes me cry.

since the first day you met felix, you’ve claimed that you share an freaky emotional connection with him. when he laughs, you laugh, and when he cries, you cry. you don’t even need to be in the same room. that’s why you already know that something is wrong before he walks through the door of your shared hotel room. your suspicions are proven correct when you see that he has tear tracks running down his face and his eyes are puffy and dimmed with red.

“lix!” you cry out, jumping out of the warm cocoon of blankets you had been under to run to him. you envelop him in a hug, hands tight around his back just the way you know he likes it. he nuzzles his face into your neck, no doubt smelling his own shampoo that you had borrowed when you took a shower while waiting for him to come back. he’s still sniffling, his chest rising quickly with every inhale, and there’s a tightness in your chest as if his tears had been your own.

“baby, you okay?” you ask gently, not expecting an answer right away. he usually wants a few moments to calm down before speaking, and even though you know he could talk now you would never force him. sure enough, he takes several deep breathes before pulling back to wipe his tears, linking his hands with yours after.

“‘m ok, it’s just.” he pauses to sniffle a little bit and scrunch his nose, making an endearing sad picture that you want to capture forever and frame on your wall. “happy tears. stay are so sweet.”

his voice is deeper and more gravelly than usual from singing all night and then crying, and it vibrates from his mouth through your linked hands all the way through your entire body. it takes all of your self control not to coo at him being so cute. you frame his face with both of your hands instead, using your thumbs to wipe away the salty tear tracks on his cheeks. he rewards you with a blinding smile that lights up the entire room, toothy and bright eyed. seeing him smile brings you a relief you didn’t know you needed since he came through the door and you feel like you can breathe easier. you walk him gently backwards until he reaches the bed, and he falls into the covers with a giggle. you can’t help the fond smile that takes over your face as you lean over to push his hair out of his eyes before situating the blankets around him until just his face is peeking out. he should probably take a shower, but it can wait until the morning.

“lixie, you’re a burrito,” you tease, and he rewards you with another laugh. you swear, a fairy is born every time this boy laughs, that’s how special he is. you would turn making him laugh into a full time job, if you could. who needs paychecks when you have felix’ laughs?

“i’m gonna get you some water, okay?” you say, knowing that he probably cried and sweat out all the water in his body today.

“no, i wan’ you to stay,” he says, slurring a bit, tired now and voice even deeper than usual. “missed you.” he lifts a weak hand up to your face before you can move, and you hold it there against your cheek with both of yours. his hand is warm and solid and it grounds you a little.

“i missed you too,” your eyes well up with happy tears now but you will them away. you can’t both be crying. “i’ll be right back, lix. go to sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.”

he pouts but nods and you take that as permission to flit around the room in a daze, too caught up in the notion of felix needs me to properly focus on anything you’re doing. you place a bottle of water and your spare packet of ibuprofen on the table next to the bed, knowing that he wakes up with headaches after crying.

when you get back to the bed, he’s already asleep. soft snores escape his mouth in puffs, and you’re surprised there isn’t already a line of drool making its way into his pillow. he looks so peaceful, his sharp features smoothed out with sleep and his cupid’s bow lips still formed into a little pout. you brush his bangs off his forehead again with gentle fingers, careful not to wake him. when he feels your touch, his lips stretch into a smile and he mouths your name, turning towards you a little , and you feel like your heart is going to burst right out of your chest from how much it swells. it’s times like these where you still can’t believe he is yours to keep and to touch and to love, but you can’t dwell on it or you’ll drive yourself crazy. you snuggle up into him, knowing he likes to wake up to you on top of him, and you fall asleep to the song of his heartbeat in your ear.

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promiseyouwillwrite · 1 month

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A fix-it fic rec for "fix-it March"

@fellow-travelers-events

gold-skinned, eager baby

by @lispenard-street

It all starts with a postcard. A postcard, followed by late night phone calls; long evenings spent pacing the creaky floors of a newly-rented San Francisco apartment. More phone calls, more pacing. Tim picks up the postcard. He puts it down. He worries it between his fingers, then in the same breath vows to burn it and never think of it again. Hawk calls, and Tim answers. A postcard turns into a plane ticket, which turns into a ten dollar bill, fare for a ferry ride. It starts with a postcard. Everything else is on Tim.

#fellow travelers fics #fellow travelers fic recs #promiseyouwillwrite #fellow travelers #hawk x tim #tim x hawk #fills #fix-it march #ft march fix-it

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ff7-has-taken-me-over · 1 year

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I always have so many freaking ideas but I can’t post ‘em all at once cause then they get buried. But anyway!

I’m gonna record each type of COD Twitter timeline I wake up to and we’re gonna see where the COD fandom’s mindset is at cause my god we seem to travel the extremes

1) Trans SoapGhost. Most the time mine was filled with trans Soap but there were a few trans Ghost’s as well in there and almost all of them were horny

2) Horny as hell. Those boys were getting railed on my page, hence my one post of nsfw thoughts

3) There were a lot of possessive Ghost prompts. Some were dark possessive others a cuter sort of possessive

4) the piss kink bro. I don’t know wtf happened or why but people have been talking about it and they’re all referencing a specific fic that I don’t know about

5) todays a mix of things apparently. Soap accidentally wearing Ghost’s hoodie out and about, venom au with either ghost as Venom for Soap or Ghost is the venom for Simon and horny GhostRoachSoap. So that’s fun

6) people are still on the Soap stealing Ghost’s hoodie but there’s a smattering of self sacrificing idiots as well

7) there wasn’t a heap of soapghost but what I did see was wing kinks. It was fuckin cute tho

8) had a bit of a strange mix today. There was breeding kinks and then fanarts of this Twitter post that had Johnny as a tiny, soap, fairy thing

9) been a while but it’s a solid age gap trope today. Specifically Older! Ghost with Younger! Soap. Like mid 50’s upwards Ghost and early 20’s to 30’s Soap.

10) I’ve got gladiator! Ghost with Royalty! Soap and voyeurism 😂 it’s been grand flipping between them

11) due to recent events within the cod fandom a lot of people are deactivating accounts or no longer associating with call of duty, which is completely reasonable. My condolences to inquisitor’s friends and family.

Edit: Also to the people telling me about where some of these are originating thank you so much! It’s hilarious seeing how they came about and even funnier seeing other people just find out about these

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random-fandom-whump · 2 years

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The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) ↳ By Request

"There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. He was one of them."

#the grand budapest hotel #whumpedit #Zero Moustafa #Tony Revolori #pistol whipped #knocked out #ralph fiennes #fight scene #Saoirse Ronan #worry #requests #fills #movies #2010s

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tricitymonsters · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY 1

Period Sex🩸Raath x Zora requested by @mineshaft-birdie

“You smell like blood,” Raath growled bluntly, staring Zora up and down and hovering just inside her personal space.

She grit her teeth, fighting down the rush of heat to her face, irritated with his lack of manners or respect for space. But of course, dissuading Raath from pursuing something that had caught his interest was nigh impossible and arguing with him only solidified his suspicions she had something worth hiding.

“Mind your own business,” she snapped warningly, her face a mask of cold irritation.

Raath only looked more engaged at the pushback, however, and he hovered near her shoulder insistently. “Isn’t it my business if you’re bleeding out? You’re my employer after all-“ he trailed off for a second and a look of slow, leering pleasure crept across his sharp features. “Ah. Monthly woes.”

Zora slammed the papers she was holding onto the desk. “Are you done being uncouth or do I need to-“

But he was on her in the next instant, bodily depositing her on the desk and scattering her work everywhere. She shouted in fury and actually punched him, her balled fist solid against his shoulder but physical deterrents were usually fairly ineffective with him and he chuckled ominously.

“Nothing uncouth about it,” he growled, resisting the way she was furiously trying to bat him away and sinking lower. With a staggering amount of audacity he shoved her skirts up, revealing one dark, smooth thigh and without warning he doubled over and set his teeth into the meat of her leg hard enough to make her arch and gasp. He shuddered pleasurably, biting down hard enough to bruise and taking unabashed pleasure in it. He pressed his tongue to the hot flesh and huffed hungrily through his nose, adjusting her other leg and getting his shoulders between her thighs impatiently.

He could feel the muscle twinge when he released his hold, dragging his hot tongue so high up the expanse of her exposed flesh that he laughed lowly when he felt her manicured hands thread into his hair and curl tightly enough to cause a trifle of pain. Her nails dug into his scalp and her voice had an annoyed tone but an unmistakable waver to it when she hissed his name out warningly. Her legs were tense and shuddering around him, especially as he dragged his mouth patiently higher and he used his free hand to give her other flank an encouraging pat.

Roughly, he shoved aside more fabric and her inner shift, dragging his tongue and now peppering her hot skin with possessive nips that made her jump. He spent a second at the seam of her body where her thigh connected to her graceful torso but he couldn’t be kept from his prize for long.

The call of blood was powerful by this point and it made Raath’s mouth water. He did her the favor of kissing at her lips before pressing deeper to pay attention to her clit with confident, long laps and a few sucks that made Zora jolt as though electrified- her reactions were motivation enough for him to do mind her pleasure along with his own and he spent a ponderously long time chasing the hints of blood and mouthing at her pussy like it was something long withheld and delectable.

But of course he could never abstain from his ultimate goals for long. Teeth grazed sensitive flesh as he shifted lower, his long tongue probing at her hole with an almost overwhelming amount of eagerness. The noises it wrenched out of her were loud and unabashed and he took pleasure in not only the blood-laced taste of her that made him growl with pleasure from the pit of his chest but the way her thighs were shaking unsubtly around his head and how his hair had started to come loose under her grip.

The taste did something visceral to him, made the hair on his arms stand on end and the visceral sounds bubbling up from his chest take on a distinctly bestial tone. He tonguefucked her with abandon, and even though it was clear she was enjoying herself, Raath was a selfish creature by nature and was deriving just as much pleasure in helping himself to such an intimate bloodlust.

#k!nktober #fills #thank you for asking!#raath #friends ocs #zora

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dirtyraggs · 22 days

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Spark GOF

Cens SHIT HEDS

Duck TNS, GOF

#graffiti #abandoned #2023 #fills

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hungerpunch · 1 year

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yuki/your choice + knife hehehegegeye

why youuuu--!! ,,ԾㅂԾ,, this got so long for no reason

yuki is confused as all hell when he heaves open the reinforced door of his atelier—

("it's a hovel," pierre says.

"no," yuki says, "it's an atelier. a workshop!"

pierre looks around the cramped space and then drags the toe of his combat boot through the dirt, literal dirt, on the floor pointedly. "yuki," he says, the thin rim of his eyewear changing from a soft white to a sassy orange around his left eye, "it's a fucking shed.")

—to see a short, kinda lanky… guy. just some guy. with an unkempt beard and wild hair that is not contained at all by a very grimy headband.

they look human—only human, that is, from what yuki can see. and are entirely without armor. no mask or helmet of any kind. a dark green hoodie and cargo shorts adorn a slight, soft build rather than the kevlar kits and polyethylene plates that yuki sees on his high-end clients and the battle vests full of cheap screwback steel studs and spikes on everybody else.

he knows he's gaping but that's because he's wondering if this person is lost. they did knock using the assigned passcode, though…

"can i come in?" the person—yuki's appointment log says seb—asks, wincing. "it's loud out here."

yuki is so acclimated to the airships coming and going from the nearby docks that he doesn't notice them anymore. he also lives his life in noise-control earwear, though.

"yeah," he says quickly, remembering himself. he steps back and ushers seb inside. "sorry, come in, come in."

"no problem," seb says, moving past him. yuki's space is so small that there's not even a suggestion that there is anywhere to go besides the work table, so that's where seb gravitates as yuki shuts the door and does up all his locks: biometric, button electronic, and a good ole thumbturn deadbolt to boot. when he turns around, seb is pouring over his admittedly chaotic array of tools. yuki calls it organized mess.

"seb," they introduce themselves casually as they look, hands still tucked in the safety of their hoodie pouch. "i'm your two o'clock."

"yeah," yuki says again, "i was expecting you." well. expecting a client. not necessarily expecting this. "i'm yuki."

(pierre says yuki is foolish for giving his government name to clients. in return, yuki says pierre is overbearing.)

"yes," seb says, spinning to face him with a bright smile. "the best of the best, i've heard." before yuki can blush or deflect or even avert eye contact, seb is continuing: "shall we get started?"

yuki flourishes a hand toward the single stool adjacent to his work table. "let's."

seb sits primly on the stool and yuki slides into his usual chair, outfitted with every mod he could think of for ergonomic comfort. being an only human himself, he started noticing his body's aches and pains more and more as his book of business grew and his days got longer.

once seated, he removes a fresh set of black nitrile gloves from their sterile packaging where seb can see him and rolls them on. as he's fussing with getting them perfectly comfortable around each of his fingers, he asks, "may i ask your pronouns, seb?"

seb beams. "you may!" he says cheerily. "he/him, please. and you?"

yuki inclines his head. "same." gloves in place, he extracts a small, square sheet of sani from its case of fluid disinfectant for seb's skin before he realizes he doesn't know what he needs yet. clearing his throat, he makes a show of using the sani to wipe down the metal tray he'll use to keep selected tools for whatever they do—tweezers, pivots, files, pliers, lasers; you name it, yuki has it. "what can i do for you today?"

"ah," seb starts and only now withdraws a hand from his hoodie pouch. he moves to hold it under the bright, white light of yuki's attending shadowless lamp.

not only human, then.

"got a nasty jam," seb says, voice a wince as he tries to flex the robotic digits of his hand. the plates that hover protectively over the mechanical innards click against each other unhappily. "i get them now and then, but this time nothing i tried fixed it. and i really can't afford a new one."

yuki slides his loupe glasses down from their mount on his forehead and leans forward to take a close look. the extreme magnification helps him spot signs of stress but what he really needs is to get inside the hand.

"i'll have to open it up," he says, apologetic. he can turn off touch sensation so that seb won't be in pain, but it still won't be comfortable. he's already piling tools onto his tray; precision demagnetizer, calipers, one two three four five screwdrivers, a very tiny golden hammer… and both his utility cutter and his jeweler’s bench knife.

the bench knife is a friendly shape, yuki thinks, but the blade still gleams like a threat under the shadowless lamp. "let me turn off haptics first," yuki says as he holds up the demagnetizer, yanking it open wider so it's big enough for seb's hand to pass through, "that way, nothing hurts."

seb's smile doesn't waver. "nah," he says. "don't worry. i want to feel it."

#writing sci-fi for the sci-fi god... risky move x_x #yuki tsunoda #sebastian vettel #f1 #lo fic #traincoded #ask #fills #JEWELER'S BENCH KNIFE! NOT BAKING BENCH KNIFE.SKDFSDJF

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dadfuckerfest · 3 months

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From the Halls of Montezuma (1319 words) by hiraeth_desiderium Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/John Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Lee Webb, Tlazōlteōtl (Aztec Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Aftermath of a Case, Monster of the Week, References to Aztec Religion & Lore, Fuck Or Die, John's Journal, Dean Winchester is John's Good Little Soldier, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent Summary: In the aftermath, John is reminded of his time in the military; how men would take out their needs with each other, how they’d justify following orders that wrecked their psyche, all using the same mantra: We did what we had to do. Well. He’d raised Dean as a soldier, after all.

#dadfuckerfest #john/dean #johndean #deanjohn #fills #dadfucker december #december

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kptskinkmeme · 10 months

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KPTS Prompt Fest: Day 2 Masterlist

Thanks for participating in Day 2 of the Kinnporsche Prompt Fest! Here's the fic that was posted yesterday: Trope #1: Magic/Monsters/Supernatural

Phoenix in the Deep Sea (2226 words) by StiftundPapier

Relationship: Porchay/Kim Additional Tags: Urban Fantasy, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Elemental Magic, Enemies to Lovers, Manipulation, Slow Burn, Music, Mystery Summary: All Chay ever wanted was to be able to sing. To follow his idol's footsteps and play for hundreds of people. But he had to be a phoenix without magic, a phoenix who could not sing. So when he comes to a cave that grants wishes, he seizes the chance. For his dreams. For WIK. He just doesn't know what his wish entails. And who - or what - his idol really is.

Trope #2: Body Worship/Praise Kink Popping Buttons (2354 words) by boysbeloving/@boysbeloving

Relationship: Porsche/Kinn Additional Tags: Belly Kink, Body Worship, No Beta, chubby Kinn

Today's tropes are

Time loop/time travel

BDSM (total power exchange, degradation, dom/sub, sadomasochism, CBT, impact play, rope play, etc)

Fake dating/engagement

Looking forward to seeing what you create for Day 3!

#kpts kinkmeme #kpts prompt fest #kimchay #kinnporsche #kim theerapanyakul #kim theerapanyakun #porchay kittisawat #porchay kittisawasd #body worship #supernatural beings #fills

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rachalixie · 2 years

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Hey! I wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE your blog 💞

I wanted to request something for Seungmin since I don’t see many people writing about him 🥹

I was wondering if you could write some fluffy fluff for him? It’s ok if you don’t want to 💞

I hope you have a great day/night! 💗💗

a/n: here’s some seungmin fluff cooked up nice and fresh for you!! i hope you like it. i did. it made me smile while writing it

cereal

you wake up first, cracking your eyes open as the sun peeks through the blinds. you’re facing him, his hair is a brown halo around his head where it spreads on his pillow and his mouth is open as soft breaths escape as he sleeps. he’s laying in his back, one hand laid on the bed between you two, palm up as if he was waiting for yours to join it in his sleep. you’re still watching him when his eyes blink open, wandering around the room for a moment before they lock onto yours. his mouth stretches into a wide smile, braces on full display, his face open and vulnerable in a way he rarely lets others see.

“good morning,” you say softly, leaning in for a soft kiss but gasping as he suddenly pounces on you, digging his head into your neck and pressing light kisses to your collarbone. he’s making ridiculous barking noises and nuzzling his nose into your jaw and you giggle at the tickling sensation before pushing him off. how is he such a morning person? you can’t move for several minutes after you wake up and here he is, full of energy mere seconds after blinking awake.

“breakfast?” he asks from where he landed, sprawled across his side of the bed, still grinning toothily. his hair is messier than before and he’s slightly out of breath, he looks adorable. you nod, smiling in a way that’s half fond and half exasperated. his favorite smile on you, he’s told you many times before.

he pulls on a hoodie before hauling you up out of bed, steadying you as you teeter a bit when the blood rushes through your body. you clutch a hand into the back of his oversized hoodie as he leads you to the kitchen, pausing to pull the waffle maker out of his dusty hiding place before depositing you by the kitchen counter. you hop up to sit and watch him as he meticulously measures out the ingredients for waffle batter, making two batches: blueberries for him, and chocolate chips for you. he shoots you a look while the first waffle is cooking, hands on his hips.

“and while i’m slaving away making sure we don’t starve to death, what are you doing?” know he’s joking, he never minds being the one to cook meals, especially since you insist on cleaning up afterwards if he does. you take the bait this time though, feeling a little playful and a bit vengeful from his antics earlier. you hop off the counter and reach into the fridge for the can of whipped cream.

“i’m on topping duty,” you announce, popping the lid open and spraying some directly into your mouth. you revel in the cold cream, letting the subtle sweetness sink into your tastebuds. you look at him with a wink before swiftly placing the nozzle near his nose and spraying a small dollop right on the tip. he gasps in shock, looking cross-eyed at his nose while trying to reach the cream with his tongue. you swear, you will never get over how puppy-like he is without even trying.

when his endeavor to get the whipped cream off fails, he pouts cutely for a moment before you can almost see a lightbulb turn on on top of his head as his lips form into a smirk instead. he stalks closer to you, making you back up until your back hits the counter. you hide the can behind your back, not trusting him for a second.

“you never got your good morning kiss,” he says slyly, leaning in until your faces were centimeters from each other. so that’s his plan, you think. you make a swift turn to the right, thinking you’ve outsmarted him, but he surprises you by helping you turn all the way to grab the can from your hand with one hand and pin you backwards to his chest with the other. he places the can to your neck like a sword, and you have to hold back laughs from how absurd this situation is.

“any last words?” he says, comically serious, and this time you can’t control the giggles that you let out. you can hear his knuckle creak as he bends it towards the nozzle and-

the fire alarm goes off.

both of you then towards the sound to see black smoke billowing around the waffle maker.

“my waffles!” he cries, making a sad picture with whipped cream still on his face as he fans the smoke away and unplugs the device.

“so,” you say once the alarm silences. “cereal?”

soft hours

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fluff #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #seungmin fluff #seungmin imagines #seungmin drabbles #soft #seungmin x y/n #seungmin x reader #seungmin x you #fills #kim seungmin #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x stay

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wiirocku · 2 years

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Psalm 8:1 (NLT) - O LORD, our Lord, Your majestic name fills the earth! Your glory is higher than the heavens.

#Psalm 8:1 #O LORD #our Lord #Your majestic name #fills #the earth #Your glory #higher #heavens

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promiseyouwillwrite · 1 month

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A fix-it fic rec for "fix-it March"

@fellow-travelers-events

we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac

by @jesterlesbian

He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had. The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket. An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one. “What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”

Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.

prompted by Anonymous

#fellow travelers fics #fellow travelers fic recs #promiseyouwillwrite #fellow travelers #hawk x tim #tim x hawk #fills #ft march fix-it #fix-it march

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poetictouch · 1 year

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