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mrswint3rs · 3 months
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for the kuna fic you should do stepdad sukuna x fem reader (if you’re comfy) i’ve never seen a stepdad sukuna smut soo🙏🏾🙏🏾
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Drawn Toward The Virgin
pairings- Stepdad! Sukuna Ryomen x Fem! Reader
a/n- tysm for this ask. I’ve been procrastinating this one because i’ve had no ideas on how to start 😭
NSFW WARNING:
contains- slight dubcon?, stepcest, loss of virginity, dacryphilia if u squint, brief mentions of blood, unprotected sex, corruption kink, brief fingering, obsession, age gap (reader is early 20s, sukuna is late 30s), brief mentions of grief and depression in the beginning———(not proofread)
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Since the death of your father, your mother hadn't been the same. She seemed distant and lifeless, only existing. She stopped wearing the things she liked, stopped talking to people except for you, stopped going out. She became lonely and isolated herself from the world. You lived with your mother after everything happened, fearing for her mental wellbeing. You hated seeing her this way and tried to be as helpful as possible.
It took a long time to get her to even get out of bed for work. You tried all sorts of things to get your mother out of bed - making her favorite food, offering to take her out for a walk, etc., but nothing seemed to work.
Finally, one day, you were feeling frustrated and snapped at her. Your harsh words made her realize that she needed to take care of herself for your sake.
From that point forward, she made an effort to get out of bed every day and take care of her basic needs.
Your mother was making a lot of progress in improving herself and decided to take the next step by going out and socializing.
She met Sukuna on one such outing.
It all happened far too fast. Three months and he and your mother married and he moved in soon after. A man in his thirties with tattoos on his body and piercing red eyes. At first glance, you thought he looked like a serial killer, but your mother assured you, it was nothing like that. He instantly became the head of the household and started making changes.
His intimidating presence and dominant personality began to affect the way you saw him. The more time you and Sukuna spent together, the more you started to notice his charismatic personality. He was handsome in a mischievous, mysterious way, and a powerful presence that could not be ignored. Quickly, you began to understand how your mother fell for the man so rapidly.
While you were originally scared of him, you started craving his attention. The thought of being the object of his desire was a tantalizing one. When your mother's job took a sudden turn, she was working longer hours and was often times not available to be around during the weekdays.
The thought of being alone with Sukuna terrified you, but at the same time, the chance to have him all to yourself without your mother around was exciting. You were conflicted about your feelings, knowing that Sukuna was your stepfather. But you couldn’t help but want him.
The danger and taboo nature of your relationship was a draw for you as well, knowing the risks but wanting it anyway. It was just a fantasy. A little crush.
But not to Sukuna.
He married your mother for the sole purpose of getting to you. From the time your she told him about you, Sukuna developed an interest in you. Just looking at the pictures she showed him was enough to make him obsess. You just looked pure. An innocent and beautiful young woman, untouched by the world and its perversions. A blank slate, per say.
One that could be shaped and molded to his own desires.
Sukuna knew that marrying your mom was the only way to get close to you. He never loved her, he was incapable of loving anyone. He only saw her as a means to an end. He knew how to play the nice guy - he knew how to sweet talk women and charm them with flattery. He knew how to use his looks and smooth talking to win over a woman's heart.
He recognized your mother's vulnerability and used it to his advantage. He played the gentle and caring man, someone who was willing to listen and be there for her in her time of need. His flattery worked like a charm on your mother, who was quickly falling for his tricks.He would show just enough to keep her interested and wanting more. He was adept at playing the push and pull game and had no qualm about letting your mother think they were over just to turn around and make her crave his attention again.
This cat and mouse game would continue as Sukuna led your mother in circles, keeping her hooked and open to his influence and manipulation.
Sukuna had finally gained the ultimate position of control in your life, being the step-father of a young and innocent woman. A woman he had his sights set on. And he was going to take full advantage.
He started off slow. Always getting closer to you and making you feel more uncomfortable with each encounter.
Sukuna was a master at walking a fine line between fear and desire in his dominance and was extremely effective at pushing your buttons in the right ways.
He knew that you were a shy girl, which made you all the more tempting for him. You were so bashful, modest, so soft spoken. You couldn't even look him in the eyes, and that was what he wanted. That in itself gave him a bit of the upper hand. He could easily overpower you, force himself on you if he wanted to. But he was just waiting to break down your walls. To somehow get you to submit to him.
He was very good at playing the casual games.
He knew how to play off his touches as if they were accidental. He’d purposely brushed against you a couple times, testing your boundaries and making you feel uncomfortable. Your unease was like catnip to him.
He immediately recognized your change in wardrobe over time. You’d wear more revealing clothing when he was around, more makeup even though you didn’t need it. You’d make an effort to come around him instead of avoiding him. He was unusually patient and enjoyed the slow progression.
And once your mother had a late-night shift, Sukuna made his move. He was confident that with your mother gone, he could have his way without any obstacles.
He didn't want to wait anymore. He wanted to take ownership of you, to make sure no one else could have you but him. You were giving him clear signals.
Sukuna barged into your bedroom, not wasting any time or wanting to waste any more time with the sweet and charming routine. He was determined to claim you, and he was not going to wait any longer or let anything interfere.
He was amused to arrive just as you were getting ready for bed. The timing was perfect. "Going to bed already?"
“Yeah, pretty tired.” You tried to act like you didn't care that he was there, like his presence didn't affect you. But it was obvious. You were half naked, as you usually were when going to bed, unable to hide your frayed nerves. Even more so when he shuts your door, confidently stalking into your space.
"Relax..." he coos, continuing to eye you as you got into bed, noticing each movement you made trying to hide yourself under the covers. But he wasn’t just teasing methodically anymore.
He walked over and pushed back the blankets, revealing you underneath. Sitting down beside you on the bed, his presence imposing as he hovered.
He cupped your jaw and made you look at him, his dark gaze holding firm. “Look at me…Are you afraid?” he gripped your chin tightly, not letting you look away from him. Leaning in closer and running his thumb along your lower lip, feeling your quivering at last.
“A little.”
He grinned. He had you right where he wanted you. leaning down towards you, his lips ghosting yours. “Good, I want you to be.” he made his move, grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, as his lips pressed hard against yours and his teeth nipping playfully at your lip. You felt an uncontrollable urge within you, to just let yourself be taken by him.
Your mind goes blank as his tongue invades your mouth, making you succumb to his will. Sukuna pinned you down on the bed, straddling you with his larger frame. The feeling of being subdued and overpowered by him sent your senses into overdrive. He held your wrists so he could prevent you from moving. His kisses became rougher and more intense. you felt yourself surrendering, giving him complete control. He was unstoppable at this point and you felt your legs wrapping around him as your body gave in to him.
His hands roamed all over your body, grabbing and squeezing, feeling every inch of you. Fingers working the clasp of your bra, discarding it to your floor. Kissing down your neck, making his way toward your exposed breasts.
A hand travels under the lace of your panties testing the waters, fingers dipping into the pool of your cunt. “So wet just from a bit of teasing and kisses?” he muses, rubbing over your sensitive bundle of nerves. “C’mon make some noise for me, doll. I’ve been so patient with you.”
His mouth takes in your stiff nipple, suckling and teasing trying to push your sensitivity. Two slender fingers snaking knuckle deep into your tight little entrance, rubbing over that spongy spot you always struggled to reach. “Kuna..” a soft moan escapes your lips, “We can’t do this.” He laughs a bit. Sukuna couldn’t give two shits about morals. Not a single part of him felt even a hint of guilt about this. He decided he wanted you, so he was going to have you. Continuing to scissor his fingers in and out of you, prepping you for what he had planned. He grins to himself, thoroughly enjoying your whines and whimpers. “You’re so sensitive. I think it’s time we get to the real deal, eh?” He pulls his digits out of you to remove his restraints, giving you no time to process. Strength ripping your panties, not wasting any time to remove them. He had to have you, now.
Needy tip rubbing along your slick folds, enveloping your warmth. The panic in your eyes egging him on. “i’ve never…” you start but he cuts you off, the head of his dick pushing into you. “Trust me, I know.” he groans, your tight walls sucking him in involuntarily. Your lash line fills with tears threatening to spill, his girth stretching your insides painfully slow. Tearing your hymen with ease, a small amount of blood coating his cock as he plunges deeper. You grit your teeth, trying to refrain from crying but failing. Sukuna doesn’t move once he’s fully in, kindly letting you adjust. He didn’t want to break you so soon. Full weight pinning you to the plush mattress as he leans down to lick your salty tears. “Such a pretty little thing, crying for me. Does it hurt?”
You nod, wrapping your arms around him for a sense of comfort. “A little bit…”
Sukuna smirks slyly at your reply, loving how you were completely at his mercy. “Aw, poor girl. You’ll get used to it.” With a final flick of his tongue, he slowly moves. Breath heavy, feeling the pleasures of your strong grip, nails digging into his muscled back. Gradually starting to pump his hips, the pain slowly deteriorates and turns into something overwhelmingly good. The head of his cock kissing your cervix, reaching into the untouched depths of your sweet pussy.
Noticing you relaxed, face contorting more in pleasure than in pain, he picks things up. Both hands pushing your knees up to your chest so he can fill you deeper. Growling and groaning like a rabid beast, hips slamming into you, balls slapping against your ass. Getting lost in you, knowing he’s the first to have you. Wanting to be the only.
Your walls constrict against him every time he finds your sweet spot. He makes sure to continuously do so, loving your mellifluous moans and cries. He looks down at where the two of you connect, your sticky fluids smooching against his freshly shaven mound. He’s never had a girl this wet for him in his life. He’d popped plenty of cherries, but it was never this satisfying. The corruption of his sweet little stepdaughter was more fulfilling than anything he’d ever tried. And when you cream so beautifully on his cock, he swears he’s about to die. Heart pounding so hard in his chest that his ears are ringing, thrusting as fast as he possibly can to chase his high. Both of you are sweaty, panting messes. Overwhelming hot, bodies rubbing together as one.
At the shaking of your legs, he can’t hold it any longer. You were squeezing the life out of his cock. He spurts uncontrollably inside of you, cum filling your small hole. He can’t stop himself, stuffing you with everything he has in him before collapsing on top of you, practically gasping for air. He softens, eventually slipping out of you and leaving you clenching around nothing. “You took me so well, doll.” he grins, teeth biting into your neck, marking you.
“wanna be my good girl from now on?”
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I long to sleep in the same bed as you. Not to have sex, but to kiss your eyelids goodnight. To stroke your hair, your cheek. To whisper and laugh and tell you it's okay, it wasn't your fault, you aren't cruel.
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verba-writing · 1 year
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Beta Readers Unresponsive
I haven't heard back from my beta readers about book one, and I'm chest fallen.
I put so much effort into getting all fifteen chapters up to scratch.
I did research into how to format my work for printing.
I put so much research and time into learning how to book bind to give them a finished product.
And... I've heard nothing.
I don't want to chase them up again. I don't want to be a pest.
But I'm craving feedback so desperately! - I've had absolutely no constructive feedback from anyone online, still, either. (I'm so so sorry if I sound perpetually whiny about that) ...
I'm starting to wonder whether I should give up.
I don't know how to get better without someone telling me if it's crap or not.
Is it a pointless endeavour to continue in this same vain of skill?
I want to improve, but the silence surrounding my work is stifling.
At this point, I'd rather hear a resounding; 'it's drivel', than nothing.
So anyway, do I carry on and start editing book two regardless of knowing whether book one hits, without knowing if there's anything that I should alter? I don't know. What do you think?
Also, does anyone out there want to read it and tell me if it's... drivel?
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lovesomesys · 8 days
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The Stars Aligned
A Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel fanfic!
Written by me :D
Please feel free to leave feedback!! :D
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shrillvoices · 3 months
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The winner will be going on the list in the pinned post so you can see what's being worked on and what's coming next!
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anne-chloe · 2 months
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what’s happening to me I’m suddenly being sucked back into the fandoms that I was obsessed with at 16????
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vb-realmstrider · 2 months
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"The island has, as we predicted before I set out, proved impossible to approach. Sailing this far north is difficult enough with all the ice burgs and sheets of ice threatening the ship, but there’s a blizzard surrounding the island. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done lots of sailing in storms and blizzards around the Telrenvi coasts, but this is no natural weather. It must have been conjured back before the fall of Ertssela by a Frost Arcanist of unfathomable power. We know that it’s possible to sail through unharmed though; I personally witnessed a small ship with a strange, unfamiliar symbol on the sails emerge from the blizzard. It appeared to be pulling in nets of fish as it scouted the surrounding area. We attempted to close the distance and try communicating with the strange sailors, but they noticed us and disappeared into the storm before we could get close. I’m not sure, but I think I sensed traces of Void Arcane on that boat as it approached the storm. It’s worth investigating further if you get the opportunity, but my ship can’t stay out here any longer. I’ll return to Remour three months after this letter arrives. I expect you to have my payment ready when I get there this time."
Letter recovered from the wreckage of the 'Windblessed'
From the archives of the Telrenv Nautical Guild
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nyanakovt · 1 year
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Hi hi! I'm Nyanako, just a cute trash kitty! I'm totally not an Opossum, nope, nu-uh, definitely not! Disregard my tail and ear shape, I'm 100% a kitty! I like singing, videogames, cute things and animals (I also draw and write sometimes)! I mainly stream games on Twitch, though I sometimes do other stuff too! less than I should because executive dysfunction goes brrr. I usually stream whatever game I'm hyperfixating on at the moment.
I also sometimes ramble random shit a lot; and since Twitter might be bust, get ready to see some of that!
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Here's some links! :
Twitch
Twitter
Tiktok
Discord (though it is very, very dead there bc I'm not fantastic at non-hyperfixation fueled convos half the time and feel too awkward to shill it enough...)
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Important tags! :
#nyanchanfanart - For fanart!
#nyanchanart + #nyanchanwrites - My own art or writing! if i can get myself to do any
#nyanchansings - Any singing and/or covers I might do!
#nyanchanrambles - Remember the random ramblings I mentioned before? This would be them.
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sashapearl23 · 26 days
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My inner child squirmed
My inner child convulsed
She's exerted
She's perverted
I'm meeting her finally
I'm feeling her righteously
She's the devil
She runs the coven
We accept our past
We accept our path
In serendipity we float
In serenity we gloat
What comes next is dire
What comes next is fire
- Sasha Pearl
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doublegoblin · 9 months
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An introduction of the re variety.
Greetings and salutations! So a lot of this will be old news to people but I've had a bit of personal growth and what was an old introduction post doesn't reflect how I feel as a person much any longer. So I am making this updated version (the old one will still be kicking around just not pinned).
So once again hello! My (pen)name is Maxwell Alabaster(he/him), Max or Maxwell is fine!
Not including the RP stuff I used to do on forum back in the early aughts, I've been hobby writing for about a year and some now. It started as a private personal thing to keep my mind occupied while I was between jobs but at some point I decided I wanted to share my stuff with people! So I did just that and made this here blog.
I would still consider myself an amateur writer, not to deflect but to acknowledge that I have room to improve. Also I am hungry for engagement (brain likes seeing the notification number go bigger) so please don't feel like you can't leave little comments or reblog. I don't have aspirations of hitting it big or publication, but, interaction is still nice and I can only share my stuff so far.
What I post on here are the first drafts of my two larger WIPS and one off stuff. I've tried my best to have all these things in their own linked pages! My style or genre usually falls under the horror or darker side of things, I'm an edgy bitch what can I say. Mostly though I just tend to write off the vibe I'm feeling for a particular one off. I don't think my stuff is particularly spine tingling but hey some people have different tolerances.
Rituals and Red Tape : Slice of life/dark fantasy story told from the first person perspective of Alex, manager of the auditing department. Set in a dream like world crafted by an enigmatic group of outer beings known as The Board. Their main duties are to stop problems before they happen that break the rules of reality, or, fix the problems if they are too late.
Abnormal Analytics Company Communications : Found footage/document style story. Very heavily inspired by things like the SCP foundation and minorly inspired by content surrounding what is known as the 411 phenomenon. This story, or rather each “case”, is experienced via the messages and emails between members of some kind of research organization. While these is no main POV character it can be assumed that most of this information is viewed through a single terminal. 
I also have a WattPad where I post the edited version of Rituals and Red Tape (if you want a more coherent and better quality version) and also the logs of AACC.
Edit 9-7: I guess I've also started doing voice work lol. I'll work on getting a section made for just the audio works at some point! I'm still learning the craft and editing stuff but it's been a passion of mine for a while and I hope to make it a more regular thing! If you think my voice would be good for your things hit me up! I can promise I will try my best =P
I am also very open to asks about my stuff, being included in tag games, and stuff like that. I can be a little slow to respond due to my limited time but I make an effort to get to things when I can! Heck even if you want to just send a random ask, I'm down for that too.
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I can't really say I'm excited to get to know people since I've already been here for a while lol. Also this blog can be very messy as I enjoy a wide swath of things. But yeah, check out my stuff, leave me words on those things (good or bad but above all helpful) and enjoy I guess?
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A ninjago merge fanfic I'm not sure I'll finish
an android and a venomari are stranded together during the merge
It was a normal day, though the shop was getting rather empty. when I saw what would probably be the last customer of the day. It was a Serpentine. It stands away from the counter for roughly thirty seconds before walking up to me. "May I take your order?" I asked with my best customer service smile and voice.
"Uh, yess. I would like, hmm, a number… ssix. Pleassse and thank you."
I turned and called the order. It took six minutes to complete the food, and one to put it in a bag. I held out the bag, "That will be 7.50"
"Here. Thank you,"
it reached out to take the bag, however a loud rumble drew our attention. I could easily see that just outside the sky had… changed, before I could investigate further another rumble shook the building. The customer yelped and ran towards the door. "You forgot your meal," the words had barely left my mouth when light flooded the room.
The world slowly faded back to me. I was still in the restaurant, the customer as well. It took me far too long, sixty seconds, to realize that it was the terrain outside that has changed. No longer was there the city but instead there were tall trees and an unusual sickly green fog. I… should be able to tell where I am with this information, but I can't.
“What is this place?” just a little more than a whisper.
“It… thiss looks like the ssswamps.”
“What? What swamps?”
“The swampss, where we… where the Venomari tomb wasss.”
"The Toxic Bogs"
"Yess"
This is not ideal. I will have to return to the city as fast as possible, it is still my shift after all. Wait. I am at the restaurant. I am still at work. I take another look around. Only the front counter is here, not the kitchen. But I am working the counter, so I should stay, but there is no need to work the counter if the kitchen is closed, but there is still a customer here, however it has already bought the food, but I
Rhaaawr
The roar shook the remaining foundation. "What was that?!"
"I don't know. We should find ssomewhere ssssafe. Follow me"
It left through the front door. I followed, bag in hand, as we began to traverse the land. There were knobby roots that surrounded the trees that were everywhere, covering what little space that wasn't filled with an unknown liquid - I should be able to tell what it is, I should be able to identify any substance, why can't I? There was no more roaring to be heard, instead, there was rustling of vegetation and the occasional snapping that didn't come from me stepping on twigs. We approached the edge of land and the customer, though now that it had paid and was outside it doesn't count as a customer anymore, walked through the surprisingly shallow liquid. I followed and we were almost halfway through when it froze. I stopped as well and looked around, had it noticed some danger I had not? It spun around to face me, eyes wide.
“I… you're fine?”
“I am in no immediate danger”
“You… aren't hurt by the asssid?”
“I did not know that this is acid. It most likely did not hurt me because I was built to last”
“Oh, uhm. We ssshould continue then.”
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I long, ache for softness. Hold me tight, but don't let me crack. Whisper softly in my ear, don't tell me mean words. Treat me like you would a wounded bird. Don't be cruel. I beg you, don't be cruel.
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verba-writing · 1 year
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To pseudonym or not to pseudonym, on the novel I'm attempting to publish?
Let me know what you guys think.
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yoongimain · 1 year
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Beneath the Rock Elm
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I had grown here, with a roof over my head, and riches beyond comparison. 
No warmth, or place to be called mine.
A future as bright as the stars we’ve gazed upon, haunted by loneliness.
I had fear.
The day had come, masked in the fragrance of roses and baby's breath.
I sacrificed my place in your heart. 
Bitter is the feeling beyond there.
Memories frequent me often.
I longed for that feeling of our hands interlocked under the sunset. 
The fullness of your laughter that vibrates beneath my cheek. 
The hues of orange and purple that colored our mid-summer skies. 
The essence of the green leaves brushing over our resting form.
The warmth that filled my heart from your auburn eyes. 
Years may pass, but the sound of your heart could never fade away. 
Perhaps, I lived as a shell. 
An empty vessel with no movement. 
The lights were dim when he set me free, but the fire in my heart had never burned brighter. 
Beneath the Rock Elm is where I was to find you.
When the time had come to be, you were already gone. 
Only then have I come to realize it.
You have also forfeit the place in my heart. 
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x0xgirlgraphicx0x · 3 months
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Would anyone read the story I'm currently working on? It's a gravity falls fanfic with a Original character as the main character.
It's called: Help Him Fix Himself
Description:
An EX-Therapist, now a high school counselor is put in charge of a highly dangerous criminal for reasons she doesn't know of. She is tasked with redeeming him and "fixing him." But what happens when there are supposed mixed signals and people get the wrong idea? And what's she meant to do when a certain family starts asking questions? And how going to deal with any of this with destiny knocking at her door?
Well, answers are hard to get. She should know that the most out of anyone.
Shouldn't she?
This is a WIP. It's in my draft on AO3 at the moment. And was wondering if anyone would actually read it.
And I'm looking for anyone who would be willing to feedback.
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anne-chloe · 11 days
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why do i always have the urge to be active at night
like physically
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