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firm believer that if you asked gaz about what he’s doing / what he’s wearing, he’d reply with a photo posed up like a SLUT (affectionate)
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just saw big big men come out of the bus that takes them to this big ass construction site out of town, and now i can't stop thinking about retired!simon riley working at a construction site, and then idk BUYING it or smth but he loves his job so bad that he keeps helping around instead of sitting at an office all day and then reader who's a successful businesswoman finally able to buy her own building for her business so he's building it for her and idk they fall in love and fuck bc cmon sweaty and big and broad and beefy simon riley is so fucking hot omfg.
might expand on thid idea and actually write it at some point (when exams are finished....)
#i need simon riley wo bad#i see him everywhere#simon riley simon riley simon riley simon riley simon riley#ohmygkd i need him#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley au#frank rambles
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"oh my name is there!"
"oh, look at that! im on this list!"
😖😖😖🥹🥹🥹🥹☹️☹️☹️😭😭😭😭😭
or when he literally complained about the safety car being out there longer than needed, and then max said the same thing on the radio, and he was like "thank for taking my side, max!" DKSKDKSKF
me whenever nico rosberg speaks about lewis hamilton post-brocedes divorce...
he's rooting for his ex-husband ALWAYS!!
also we need more nico rosberg commentating that shit was GOLD like PLEASE HES SO FUNNYYY
"reminds me of my time with lewis as teamates" SHUT UP OLD MAN IM NOT NORMAL ABOUT YOUUU
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Ur kidding
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re-reading my own fic because the author has exactly my taste in tropes, ships the same ships in the right way, and also shares my sense of humour. what a find, what a revelation. i hope they write more of this sort of thing.
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I was recently rereading “jealousy jealousy”. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing an alternate ending with Jake. He’s just so sweet in it and even goes along with her games. Idk Bradley just really pissed me off.😭 obviously you’re a really good writer because I’m feeling all of the emotions! I also just wanted to mention how good of a writer you are. Your stories always make my day!💖💖 keep it up!🩵🩵🩵
i can't believe people are still reading my bradley stories omffggggg 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 thank you for your kind words and taking time out of your day to read my stuff!!!
ykw??? this is such a good idea! the way i wrote bradley also pissed me off ngl🤭 i'd love to work on it!!!!! if you have any more ideas you want to add, my inbox is always open! 💓
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the spongebob pic is me actually 🤙🏻🤙🏻🤙🏻
yeah, so, boxer!könig surprises you with the occasional date night away from kids (yes, i did see the girl dad post, but i also think he'd want at least one more - another girl that grows up to be SUCH a daddy's girl and is literally a crabon copy of him) bc he feels bad about working and training and being away and then coming back injured and worrying you and allat.
so he wears his fancy suit - biceps ready to rip the shirt to pieces, if i may add - and takes you to the fanciest restaurant EVAR. you share kisses, and you joke, and he's such a gentleman throughout the night..
and then takes you home and fucks you dumb until you're a puddle on the sheets and can't remember your name to show you how much he loves you and appreciates you, ok bye!!!
THE SUIT AND SHIRTTTT 😮💨😮💨 the seams would be bursting like. . . the suit is defo custom-made to accommodate his build !! no way he could rent or buy a suit that’s big enough. yous absolutely have a seamstress who makes his clothing specially.
and his shirt tears whilst he’s fucking you bc yall were too desperate and impatient to undress completely 😵💫 his sleeves rip from his shoulders and all of his buttons pop off. . . i’m losing my mind 🫨
#feralforfrank best girl ever???#OH STOP IT!!!!!!! ✋🏻 😆💓#i will flood your inbox with my könig thoughts i feel like only YOU will get them
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simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader
cw unspecified age gap, reader is in uni, NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER
just thinking about stressed!reader trying to memorise whatever textbook you have in front of you. exam season is coming up, and you feel like all the progress you've made all year has disappeared as you blankly stare at the small letters. your poor head hurts, having gripped your roots hard for the past two hours.
also thinking about how bf!simon would hate seeing you like this, so he'd coax you out of your desk chair for a small break. then would proceed to fuck your brains out, pull several orgasms out of you, and reduce you to a puddle of shaky legs and fucked-out eyes.
can't stop thinking about how, after getting you water and making a trip by your desk, would pull you close to his chest, open the textbook (also wear his glasses bc he's blind as hell idc idc, he can't read small letters), and stroke your hair.
"let's do this again, shall we, lovie?"
he'd help you out, asking you the questions you've hurriedly scribbled down next to specific paragraphs, praising you when you got every single one right.
"see, lovie, you do know everything. no need to worry. my smart, pretty, lovie."
#whaaaat who said that???#am i projecting?#nooooooo#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley fluff#ghost cod#ghost cod x reader#ghost x reader#fluff#established relationship#frank writes
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🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 hmmmmmm.....
part two-ish? of this.
SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER
cw idk cursing? NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.
a/n like, two people asked for more, so ..... voilà.
masterlist | taglist
once you start dating simon, you gradually ease up on the mean nicknames and glaring. your stares aren't as mean as they were when he spilt that beer all over you, or when he took you to what was the possible worst date of your life just to piss you off (don't worry, he made up later).
he doesn't fully escape your wrath, though. he forgot to pick you up from the grocery store in the middle of january, when you had specifically asked him to keep an eye on his phone and wait for your call. he ended up falling asleep while half-watching a documentary and petting your cat.
you had to walk home, which wasn't that bad, considering you thankfully weren't carrying many bags, but you were still super angry with him. although, most of the anger dissipated when you saw him (barely fitting) dosed off on your tiny couch (how would you ever stay mad, he looked adorable), you did hit him in the head violently to wake him up. then purposely gave him the cold shoulder when he tried helping you organise the groceries, accidentally knocking the milk carton's sharp edges on his exposed bicep.
despite the rare occasions when he frustrates you, you're softer with him now. still have the same fire in your eyes and bitchy tone in your voice, but it's hardly ever directed at him.
soap is usually the target of your never-ending wrath. when he teases his lieutenant about how pussy-whipped he is, he gets a snarky comment back which makes kyle cough to hide his chuckles.
"oi, lass, sometimes i think ye donae like me a'all!"
"that's right, i don't!" you'll reply with such a serious tone, johnny has to pause, mouth hanging open.
you'll blankly stare at him for a few seconds and his gaze will flicker from your face to simon's, who's also staring at him unemotionallly, while his fingers play with the end of your dress. he doesn't speak for a few seconds, trying to figure out if you're really serious or not. kyle does his best not to burst out laughing, hiding his smile by drinking, and price just shakes his head and turns his attention to the tv.
the corner of your lip cracks a smile, and soap visibly relaxes. "ye canae do tha' t'me, bonnie. ye hurt me feelings!" he clutches his chest dramatically.
"then you better stop poking fun at my boyfriend, sergeant. or i'll beat you up."
soap raises his hands in surrender, and you feel said boyfriend, burying his nose in your hair and kissing the top of your head.
"my lovely savior."
what simon really liked about you, from your very first meeting, was your ability to yell at anyone (if they wronged you in a way) with no fear. just absolute rage.
there have been times men tried hitting on you, and with simon gone from your side for whatever reason, you have to put a stop to their advances alone.
some are understanding when you say you already have a boyfriend, others leave when you glare at them and call them dickheads for disrespecting a woman's choice, but then there are the annoying dumbfucks who just can't, for the life of them, take the hint.
"did your date ditch you?" you roll your eyes at his smug smirk. "i would never leave such a sexy lady alone, by the way."
you've had enough of the guy, for he hasn't stopped bothering you ever since simon stepped out of line to answer a work-related call. he's behind you, leaning in front to talk in your ear. you haven't even bothered turning around.
the place is crowded and you can't see simon from where you're standing. the lady, three people in front of you, is taking ages to order her movie snacks, and you really are starting to regret dragging him to the movies. you could've pirated it or something.
your leg is nervously tapping on the floor, a tight grip over simon's wallet, and pursed lips hiding gritted teeth. you're sure you look like happiness personified.
"you can sit with me and my friends, if you'd like. i'm sure they wouldn't mind a hot piece of arse such as yourself—" smack.
your slap is uncharacteristically loud and resonates in the room. heads turn, and the guy is frozen in his place, hand touching his burning cheek.
"would you shut the fuck up and take a fucking hint already?!" you try to control your voice, but the words come out as a shout. "for the last time, i have a fucking boyfriend. leave. me. alone."
before he can say anything, a familiar scent enters your nostrils. simon's hand wraps loosely around your shoulder. "what's goin' on 'ere?"
"this fucking pig won't leave me alone!" you take a step closer to the guy threateningly, but simon is quick to pull you back.
"i was just trying to make conversation, you bitch!" smack.
it all happens so fast, simon is barely able to grab you before you claw the guy's eyes out. his friends pull him outside as he throws curses at you, but you just give him the middle finger and allow simon to drag you up to the popcorn section.
"i leave you alone for one minute, lovie..." simon whispers to you.
you shrug. "he brought it upon himself. i was nice by not answering, but he called me a hot piece of arse! and i just had it up to here with him! unbelievable!"
"well, you are hot, and you have a nice arse." simon receives an elbow to the ribs.
"fuck off."
"c'mon, pretty girl, before you terrorise the rest of the cinema."
he finds your scrunched eybrows, flushed cheeks, and fiery gaze extremely hot. your height (compared to him) makes you storming out when angry, almost comical. adorable.
um....this got out of hand....idk.....
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my stuff has been so shit since the beginning of the year 💔 i got a lotta wips cooking in the drafts istg, i just gotta wait out this exam season so i can work on them 😖
be patient w me people, i PROMISE i can deliver bettee content than this 💯
#i just wanna sleep#and write#and get this exam season out of my life#21st of june couldnt come any faster#frank rambles
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list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your moots or followers ^_^
sleeping
eating dark chocolate
napping
watching f1 (actually brings me joy idk)
writing!
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part two-ish? of this.
SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER
cw idk cursing? NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.
a/n like, two people asked for more, so ..... voilà.
masterlist | taglist
once you start dating simon, you gradually ease up on the mean nicknames and glaring. your stares aren't as mean as they were when he spilt that beer all over you, or when he took you to what was the possible worst date of your life just to piss you off (don't worry, he made up later).
he doesn't fully escape your wrath, though. he forgot to pick you up from the grocery store in the middle of january, when you had specifically asked him to keep an eye on his phone and wait for your call. he ended up falling asleep while half-watching a documentary and petting your cat.
you had to walk home, which wasn't that bad, considering you thankfully weren't carrying many bags, but you were still super angry with him. although, most of the anger dissipated when you saw him (barely fitting) dosed off on your tiny couch (how would you ever stay mad, he looked adorable), you did hit him in the head violently to wake him up. then purposely gave him the cold shoulder when he tried helping you organise the groceries, accidentally knocking the milk carton's sharp edges on his exposed bicep.
despite the rare occasions when he frustrates you, you're softer with him now. still have the same fire in your eyes and bitchy tone in your voice, but it's hardly ever directed at him.
soap is usually the target of your never-ending wrath. when he teases his lieutenant about how pussy-whipped he is, he gets a snarky comment back which makes kyle cough to hide his chuckles.
"oi, lass, sometimes i think ye donae like me a'all!"
"that's right, i don't!" you'll reply with such a serious tone, johnny has to pause, mouth hanging open.
you'll blankly stare at him for a few seconds and his gaze will flicker from your face to simon's, who's also staring at him unemotionallly, while his fingers play with the end of your dress. he doesn't speak for a few seconds, trying to figure out if you're really serious or not. kyle does his best not to burst out laughing, hiding his smile by drinking, and price just shakes his head and turns his attention to the tv.
the corner of your lip cracks a smile, and soap visibly relaxes. "ye canae do tha' t'me, bonnie. ye hurt me feelings!" he clutches his chest dramatically.
"then you better stop poking fun at my boyfriend, sergeant. or i'll beat you up."
soap raises his hands in surrender, and you feel said boyfriend, burying his nose in your hair and kissing the top of your head.
"my lovely savior."
what simon really liked about you, from your very first meeting, was your ability to yell at anyone (if they wronged you in a way) with no fear. just absolute rage.
there have been times men tried hitting on you, and with simon gone from your side for whatever reason, you have to put a stop to their advances alone.
some are understanding when you say you already have a boyfriend, others leave when you glare at them and call them dickheads for disrespecting a woman's choice, but then there are the annoying dumbfucks who just can't, for the life of them, take the hint.
"did your date ditch you?" you roll your eyes at his smug smirk. "i would never leave such a sexy lady alone, by the way."
you've had enough of the guy, for he hasn't stopped bothering you ever since simon stepped out of line to answer a work-related call. he's behind you, leaning in front to talk in your ear. you haven't even bothered turning around.
the place is crowded and you can't see simon from where you're standing. the lady, three people in front of you, is taking ages to order her movie snacks, and you really are starting to regret dragging him to the movies. you could've pirated it or something.
your leg is nervously tapping on the floor, a tight grip over simon's wallet, and pursed lips hiding gritted teeth. you're sure you look like happiness personified.
"you can sit with me and my friends, if you'd like. i'm sure they wouldn't mind a hot piece of arse such as yourself—" smack.
your slap is uncharacteristically loud and resonates in the room. heads turn, and the guy is frozen in his place, hand touching his burning cheek.
"would you shut the fuck up and take a fucking hint already?!" you try to control your voice, but the words come out as a shout. "for the last time, i have a fucking boyfriend. leave. me. alone."
before he can say anything, a familiar scent enters your nostrils. simon's hand wraps loosely around your shoulder. "what's goin' on 'ere?"
"this fucking pig won't leave me alone!" you take a step closer to the guy threateningly, but simon is quick to pull you back.
"i was just trying to make conversation, you bitch!" smack.
it all happens so fast, simon is barely able to grab you before you claw the guy's eyes out. his friends pull him outside as he throws curses at you, but you just give him the middle finger and allow simon to drag you up to the popcorn section.
"i leave you alone for one minute, lovie..." simon whispers to you.
you shrug. "he brought it upon himself. i was nice by not answering, but he called me a hot piece of arse! and i just had it up to here with him! unbelievable!"
"well, you are hot, and you have a nice arse." simon receives an elbow to the ribs.
"fuck off."
"c'mon, pretty girl, before you terrorise the rest of the cinema."
he finds your scrunched eybrows, flushed cheeks, and fiery gaze extremely hot. your height (compared to him) makes you storming out when angry, almost comical. adorable.
um....this got out of hand....idk.....
#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley fluff#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#ghost cod#ghost cod x reader#ghost x reader#ghost mw2#fluff#established relationship#frank writes
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i still can't get over it
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me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has
me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier
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thank u for reading, ahhh!!!! 😆💓🫶🏻
fuck it, give me mean!reader.
simon riley x fem!reader
i see so many innocent/soft/polite!reader paired with simon, but i've barely come across mean!reader (to everyone except, eventually, simon).
i want reader that isn't intimidated by his size or his glare or his mask at all. she just finds it annoying as fuck. (you'll see)
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simon's attention is completely on you from the moment he laid eyes on you. you're in a bar, and he's coming out of the loo, not looking in front of him. he bumps into you — a pretty thing, shorter than him, the top of your head reaching his shoulder — and the collision causes your beer to spill all over your shirt.
"bloody fucking hell, man! watch where you're fucking going!"
you're soaked and your shirt clings on your body, and simon's wide eyes shamelessly wander over it. you're hot.
you look down at the mess he's made, fingers dripping beer as you wave the empty bottle away from you. your eyes snap up to meet his in an icy glare, and he must admit that his rookies back in base would definitely cower under your stare.
"a sorry would be nice. i have nothing to cover myself with and it's cold outside." you scoff.
you raise your eyebrows, waiting for a response. you're surprised he hasn't walked away yet. his eyes express the boredom and unamusement of the situation. you sigh a few seconds later, realising he's opted at staring at your bra rather than being a gentleman and apologising.
you nod at brenda, the bartender, calling her name and sliding the empty bottle her way. to the bathroom it is, then. you just hope you can dry it enough for your bra not to show.
"move, you brute." you push past the silent giant, cursing like a sailor under your breath.
you don't realise he's followed you, in the women's restroom, until several minutes later, when you're struggling to soak up the alcohol with paper towels. simon's leaning on the doorway, arms crossed as he watches you unbutton your shirt.
"y'gonna giv'me a show, lov'?"
he startles you, and you grab the soap by the sink, arm raised to throw it at him, but you stop yourself.
"you've come to spill another drink on me, or just to stare at my boobs?"
you turn your back on him, unbuttoning the rest. sneaking a glance in the mirror, you're surprised to find his eyes cast elsewhere. good.
"you need something, dickhead?" you look at him as you place your shirt directly under the hand dryer, hoping it'll do the job faster.
his eyes don't meet yours, stuck on a big ben painting on the wall.
"didn't get to apologise." his voice is smooth, accent thick.
"well, you're not forgiven. shirt's still soaked and i smell like beer. so..."
if simon was being one hundred percent honest, he was shocked by your boldness. you'd met him several moments ago, yet you'd called him several names, while also glaring daggers. he wasn't used to anyone behaving like that around him or talking to him in that way. he was definitely intrigued.
"a drink on me, then?" additionally to finding you extremely attractive, you seemed interesting and he — although, he wouldn't admit it — wanted to hear more of the variety of names you had for him.
you shake your head. "there's no way i'm staying another minute in here." you pull on your semi-dry shirt. "i stink, curtesy of some random, abnormally tall idiot, who forgets there's shorter pople in the world."
the laugh comes unexpectedly. your eyes train on him as you button up, glaring.
"you're laughing at me, now?"
simon barely shakes his head (while also trying to conceal his laughing), and you, once again, push past him. he follows you albeit a lot slower, watches you as you grab your things and call brenda over to pay her.
he slams the cash on the bar before you can take your wallet out, nodding at the woman and telling her to keep the change.
"i told you, stranger, apology not accepted."
he shrugs, draping his jacket over your shoulders. he'd picked up his things on the way over, dead set on apologising - in his own way. he was never good with words, and you seemed not to like that method either.
"simon."
"what?" you look up to him.
"name's simon. not stranger, or idiot, or dickhead. although, i quite like that one."
your eyes soften the tiniest bit as he looks down to meet your gaze. you notice the crinkle by his eyes when he gives you a stiff smile.
"well, si—dickhead, i'd appreciate it if you didn't use me as a human hanger, and let me go home." you move to shrug off his jacket, but he stops you.
his big hand brushes to the small of your back and he pushes you forwars softly. "go on, then. i don't know the way to your house."
you look confused. eyes narrowed and lips turned downwards in a pout. cute.
"a-are you...? you're walking me home?"
"i gotta show how sorry i am for drenching you in beer, one way or another, right?"
you sigh, shoulders slumping in surrender. you pull your arms through the sleeves, and to no one's surprise, the jacket is massive on you.
you motion for him to follow you. "i got peper spray in my bag though." your icy tone from before is back.
simon suppresses his smirk. "mhm."
"i won't hesitate to use it, dickhead."
man....this is kind of shit....but i got do many ideas off of it....
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call of duty masterlist.
angst. ➶ | fluff. ♡ | smut. ✶
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⇾TASK FORCE 141
⤷SIMON "GHOST" RILEY
multi-chaptered fics
› NOTHING'S GONNA HURT YOU, BABY. / EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE. ➶ ♡
fem!reader, reader gets injured while looking out for the team, and simon riley worries. | wc. 2951
oneshots
› BLACK PAINT & LONG NAPS. ♡
fem!reader, ghost takes a nap on the couch, and reader decides to clean the face paint from his face. then falls asleep on him. | wc. 905
long drabbles
› STARS AROUND MY SCARS. ♡
fem!reader, you draw stars around old scars of simon's. | wc. 696
› BACK SCRATCHES. ♡
fem!reader, back scratches for simon riley when his mind won't let him sleep. | wc. 400
› BIKER!SIMON PICKING YOU UP. ♡
fem!reader, tojisun's biker!simon has me in a chokehold, so this thing was born. | wc. 309
› SIMON RILEY LOVES NAPPING. ♡
fem!reader, the man can sleep anywhere and anytime. | wc. 585
› RANDOM SIMON RILEY HCs. ♡
fem!reader, i think abut him a lot. | wc. 585
› SIMON RILEY & MEAN!READER.
fem!reader, how they met. | wc. 934 / part two-ish. | wc. 982
thoughts
› SIMON & SOUVENIRS. / fem!reader
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— last updated: apr. 18, 2024
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top gun: maverick masterlist.
angst. ➶ | fluff. ♡ | smut. ✶
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⤷ BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW
multi-chaptered fics
› JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY. / THE BEACH DISASTER. / LOVE CONFESSIONS IN THE DARK. ➶ ♡
fem!reader, rooster and you have never liked each other. one night at the hard deck is enough to change the dynamic between you. | wc. 6706
› ENCHANTED. / CRUEL SUMMER. || coming soon! ➶ ♡
fem!reader, you're visiting your childhood friend, natasha, when your eye happens to catch a very attractive pilot. | wc. 2838
oneshots
› THE IDIOTS IN LOVE TROPE. ➶ ♡
fem!reader, after rooster gets injured on a training exercise, his best friend, the reader, rushes to see him at the infirmary. confessions ensue. | wc. 1264
› WHEN I PICTURE MYSELF HAPPY, I SEE YOU.
fem!reader, rooster and reader fight, but they make up in their own way. | wc. 1969
long drabbles
› DRUNK IN LOVE. / DRUNK IN LOVE. ♡
fem!reader, rooster brings a drunk!reader to his house. what happens when you wake up in bed with rooster, your sworn rival? | wc. 1434
› WHO DID THIS TO YOU? ➶ ♡
fem!reader, rooster patches up rival!reader. | wc. 942
› THE NEIGHBOURS KNOW MY NAME. (✶)
fem!reader, you claim the walls are thick. they really are not. | wc. 326
› MORNING RUN & DISTURBED DREAMS. ♡
fem!reader, annoying!roos and sleepy!reader interaction. | wc. 337
› THE STACHE INCIDENT. ♡
fem!reader, rooster shaves his pornstache and reader is heartbroken. | wc. 497
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— last updated: aug. 16, 2023
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