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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

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Thinking about Succubus!Reader who appears in Ghost's room a few hours before dawn 🫦

You always get summoned to the loneliest individuals among mortal men, and never meet the same male twice (otherwise they would know it wasn't, in fact, simply a wet dream)

But this male is not like the others…

He's wearing a mask in his sleep, and the skull reminds you of the familiar horrors you sometimes see on your plane. He is both scary and inviting, truly a sight for sore eyes, strong and burly, sleeps naked, like lonely men almost always do. He's already hard, and stirring in his sleep – it doesn't matter that he's fully awake because he will think it's only another dream when he wakes up.

This man doesn't say anything as you climb on top of him, only welcomes you by grabbing your hips with hard, demanding hands. He adores you openly with his stare as if you're some rare treat that dropped in his lap and he's not going to ruin his luck by asking questions.

His cock is broad and blunt, just like the rest of him. Due to your powers you can feel his loneliness and pain, the depth of hollow sorrow inside him. He's like a dried well, waiting for a summer rain that never comes.

But when you take him inside and start to ride him, you can feel something else: a wave of hope, even a flicker of mirth. It's like a drop of warm milk in a pool of a dark, murky pond.

You know you have the power to bring brief moments of happiness to these mortals through copulation. You're a dream, a fantasy, a connection deeper than years of any dedicated bond, but the emotion inside this man swells to such painful heights that it causes you to cry out in pleasure and pain.

He grips you harder as you ride him through the waves of ecstasy, the strong hips under you buck up as he tries to get deeper inside the sanctuary only you can provide. You're used to taking men, riding them until they beg under you, but this time, you have to take support of his broad chest.

This man in a skull mask takes you – and you succumb to his lead like a supple young demon, watching how the plates of his chest tense with exertion under your palms. The dark eyes hold you captive like he's the demon here.

He gifts his seed with a deep, anguished roar; it erupts from under the skull and sends ripples across your scalp, and even if you don't possess the gift of reading minds, you can almost hear this mortal's thoughts: fucking hell you feel good, so tight and wet around him, soft and bloody sweet there on top if him, giving him the night of his life…

He holds you after as you lie on top of his strong body, limp and soft and purring. His pain is diluted now, the warm milk spreads inside the pond, and you feel the thick, calloused pads of his fingers caress your spine and neck. You breathe in sync like you've always belonged together, here, just like this.

Dawn is upon you, and the laws of this world and yours demand that you go back. You never tell the males that you're about to leave: it would be useless to listen to their pleas. But this time, you feel the desperate need to explain yourself, or at least say something and not just vanish like it was all just a dream.

"I have to go," you whisper in his language – you haven't talked in ages and are surprised at how smooth your voice sounds; like warm, soothing music.

His grip on you tightens, and you feel a fleeting sadness and despair, far deeper than any words can convey.

"Stay for a bit," he asks; his voice is deep, gravelly, almost like a soft command. You know without tapping into his emotions that you're the first being this man has ever asked to stay.

He's already torn between dream and waking, senses that you're far more real than he originally thought. It's dangerous – you've never, ever stayed this long. No one has ever held you like this after copulating.

You reach to brush your fingertips over the skull, tracing the bone and wishing you could touch his real face. It's also a spell that slowly sends him back to sleep and releases him from your illusion; the woman who slowly dissolves until his arms embrace nothing, until he will wake up holding only himself.

"Don't... go..." is the last thing you hear before he falls asleep, and you fall a thousand miles back to where you came from.

Back on your plane, you feel the first tear in centuries escape the corner of your eye. Your prayer, however, is the first one ever as you beg, beg for anyone who can hear you, to send you back to him, just one more time…

But who would hear the prayers of succubi?

#ghost x reader #ghost x you #succubus!reader #supernatural au #fantasy au

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merakiui · 5 months

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Your stepcest posts are making my brain rot I couldn't stop thinking about the childe one, he's definitely a big gross pervert with a breeding kink I really need to read more of what you think about it

Have a nice week <3

YES. BIG BROTHER CHILDE WITH HIS BREEDING KINK......... oh, he is the worst. </3 sex with him is always done with the intention of knocking you up. It feels more like a competition than copulation: pure, mindless fucking that seems to never end. Even when you both take occasional breaks between rounds, he's still finding some way to tease and rile you up. T_T and he drives in so deeply every time, mumbling in your ear about how you can take it, you can do another one, can't you? You won't spill a single drop, right? Aaaaa he's so obsessed with you.

When he returns home to visit, he always brings lots of gifts for his family. But the gifts he purchases for you are far less innocent than the plushies or neat wood carvings or kites he picks up for his siblings. He buys you all manner of lingerie and (more recently) the cutest of maternity wear he found in Fontaine. Lots of frills and lace, the expensive, well-made kind that'll feel so soft and comfy when you wear it. It's big now, but you'll grow into it. :) uuwaaa he dotes on you so much. Truly a family man. Only you're privy to these sides of Childe. While everyone else sees a battle-hardened Harbinger who lusts after every dangerous fight he can throw himself into, you get to see sweet, soft, loving Ajax who ruts into you with reckless abandon.

You're far past the point of no return, nowhere near platonic affections like normal step-siblings. But it doesn't really matter anymore. Pulcinella looks after you when Childe can't, often visiting to deliver things to help make pregnancy smoother for you. Everyone asks you who the father is when you go out, but you don't dare tell them. What would they think? You surmise Childe doesn't really mind if anyone knows, but then you want to preserve a sliver of your dignity if possible. >_<

#genshin chit chat #tw: stepcest #tw: breeding #n/sfw #imagine he brings you to the tsaritsa so she can give you her blessing and wish for your healthy pregnancy........ orz #AAAAAAAAA childe brings you to zapolyarny palace but you catch the eye of a certain harbinger while you're there #(it's scaramouche <3)

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tsignpro · 4 months

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Quick Comic. It’s Christmas Eve and Madara’s Birthday; Hashirama makes Tobirama get Madara a Birthday gift, and Tobirama maliciously complies

For context, this is what a copulation hat looks like and how it works

#like4like #art #drawing #likeforlike #naruto #madara uchiha #tobirama #fan comic #naruto fanart #comedy #sakura haruno #sakura #sasuke #senju tobirama #tobimada #hashirama senju

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dyns33 · 1 year

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Meowpheus

Another Morpheus x Hob!Reader

After obtaining one of his names, it had taken a little while for Y/N to learn all the others, as well as the many titles of Morpheus.

This was partly because the dreams' Master liked to be mysterious, but also because he really wasn't good at socializing, so he didn't think he was useful at all to give them at the same time.

When Y/N had joked comparing him to a cat, he had a strange response, which suited him well.

"For some, I'm a cat."

Y/N hadn't thought he was speaking literally. He probably meant that he behaved like a cat, and that many people before her had already told him that. Then, since he was a dreamlike being, it could also mean that he appeared in dreams in the form of a cat, one of his titles being the shapeshifter.

The visit of a beautiful black cat to her apartment taught her that things, as always, were a bit more complicated.

"Hello you." Y/N said seeing the animal standing in front of her window, watching her with great interest. "Do you want to come in ? It's cold outside, so even though I'm not allowed to have animals here, you can stay a bit. After all, Matthew comes often, I don't see why he would be the only one to have the right."

"He'll be upset, but thank you for your generous offer."

"... Morpheus ?"

"Good evening my love."

"... Why are you a cat?"

"I am the lord of the cats, sometimes I have to visit them. I admit that I like this form, I did not want to change right away, but I also wanted to see you. Do you want me to turn ? I can if you prefer."

"No, you... You are very beautiful like that. A very noble cat. And adorable. Meowpheus. Can I pet you ?"

"I'm going to change."

The lord of the cats then. This was not really a surprise, since as said before, Dream behaved very regularly like a big cat. Proud, territorial, sulky, refusing to be teased or touched, at least not touched without permission, and he would never admit that he liked it, despite his little purrs of pleasure.

It was an honor to have the right to lay a finger on him, and even more so when he was in cat form.

The discovery intrigued Y/N who had a lot of questions, all of which she asked to Morpheus, because she knew he liked her curiosity, and talking about himself.

"Why the lord of cats ? Why not of all animals ? Other animals don't dream ?"

"All sentient beings dream, so I have a bond with each of them the moment they fall asleep. But cats are special, wonderful creatures, they sleep a lot, and they continue to dream for a few hours where they are awake. Kind of like humans."

"What are they dreaming of ?"

"Mostly world domination. The rest of the time, hunting and copulation."

"I should be surprised, but that's pretty normal for cats."

"You know these creatures well. Those who have crossed your path have appreciated you, you take the time to check that they are not hungry, thirsty or cold, you do not touch them if they do not want you to, and you don't talk to them as if they were children."

"I must have done this a few times."

"With the kittens. They were a little annoyed, but your gift of milk appeased their anger, you are forgiven."

"But then... Can you talk to cats ?"

It turned out that Dream could speak with all animals, but he did have a slight preference for cats. The other species that found some favor in his eyes were the birds.

"... To eat them ?"

“Pardon ?"

"Cats eat birds. You talk to them to gain their trust and then eat them ? That would be horrible."

"I... My love, I don't eat. I don't need to eat."

"I saw you chase a leaf once, when you were in your cat form."

"A primal instinct. But I don't need to hunt for food, and I have nothing against birds, which are intelligent, helpful creatures. Matthew doesn't like me saying that and asking them for help sometimes, he says he should be the only raven in my life."

"Like you should be the only cat in my life ? I've seen the spark of jealousy every time I cross paths with a cat."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

Morpheus saw very well what she was talking about. Although he was courteous to the other cats, he would hoist a little if they got a little too close to Y/N, or if she showed them a little too much affection.

Then he pouted, avoiding her for a while, before coming close to her, resting his head on her shoulder if she was standing, or on her lap if she was sitting, silently asking her to show him that he was most important to her.

He did this while keeping his human form, but on many occasions he visited her as a cat.

Mainly when she looked sad, or after an argument.

"It's not fair." she sighed, staring at the black cat on her bed, which was also staring at her with big pleading eyes.

He never mewed, he never explained to her why, but his little purrs and other noises were enough to make her crack, in addition to his adorable look, and his ridiculous tender gestures, like his paw which rested on her foot, the scratching of the door if she locked herself in the bathroom, or his head rubbing against her cheek.

"It's okay, I get it. You're sorry. It's way too hard for you to say it, okay. I'm sorry too, and I'm not mad. Happy ?"

"I am quite capable of apologizing when I am in the wrong, my love."

"Really ?"

"Really."

"I'm waiting then."

Morpheus purred again, pressing his muzzle to her nose before licking it, and Y/N knew he wouldn't add anything else, too proud to use words, but sorry enough to let her know he didn't want her to be mad at him.

It wasn't that bad. The intention was there.

Besides, it was also a good means of pressure against the master of nightmares.

Besides the moments when she was sad and angry, Y/N could turn to Moprheus with a big smile, and he already knew what she was going to ask.

"I want it."

"To be showered with gold, compliments and love when you find yourself in my arms, far from everything, in the middle of a milky way ?"

"Hmm. Tempting. But having a little cat at my mercy, letting me pet him, ruffle his hair, and tell him he's the cutest of all the Endless, that's great too."

"... I am not at the mercy of anyone."

"Please." she sang, joining her hands like a prayer.

"... I am the most powerful, the most responsible, the most terrifying of the Endless."

"Of course. You're just the cutest to me, and no one will know. I promise."

"Yeah, promise boss."

Luckily Dream loved birds, and he loved Matthew, otherwise the raven would have been in trouble a long time ago because of the number of times they had bothered them or caught them in awkward situations.

Each time, he promised not to start again, and especially that he would not repeat what he had seen.

But it often happened that Morpheus came sulking at Y/N because it was clear that Lucienne, Mervyn, Cain, Abel, and many other dreams had heard things from a little bird.

"Maybe I should eat him." Dream muttered, lying on the couch, his head in Y/N's lap, letting her play with his hair.

"You do not eat."

"Just this once. And I won't digest him, he'll be scared for a few days and then I'll release him."

"... I don't want to know where he'll come out of."

"Through my mouth. My stomach. I'll make him appear in my hand. Where do you want him to come out of ?"

"I sometimes forget that you have certain shortcomings about how humans work, and it's not so bad this time. But don't eat Matthew, please. I think all dreams know you have a lovely side."

"No."

"Not all the time, you also very scary, and their lord. But apart from them and me, no one else knows ! Maybe Death. And Destiny, who knows everything. And I imagine they're talking with Desire , Despair and Delirium, so they must know too."

"You're not helping me."

"I'm not trying to help you, I'm trying to understand the texture of your hair. It looks like hair, it's soft, silky, shiny, but there's something else."

"They are partly made up of night and stars. I'm not adorable."

"Okay. Night and stars, huh ? It's beautiful. You're very handsome. A very handsome cat, and a very handsome Endless."

"Thank you my love."

"And adorable."

He groaned a little, squirming in an attempt to get up and leave, but Y/N took him in her arms and he stopped moving, still groaning a bit. If he had really wanted to, he could have freed himself or disappeared in a whirlwind of sand.

But he stayed, letting her cuddle him without saying a word, like the proud and lovable big cat that he was.

#Sandman #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus imagine #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction

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cannibalhellhound · 3 days

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More Selkie AU >:D

Selkie Courtship:

Selkies value community and connection, so it's important that if they're courting someone they need to know who they are since selecting a mate is making lifelong commitment.

Must be said, the grandest gesture of love and trust for a selkie is to give their mate possession of their pelt when shifted, so they must make sure they are the right choice.

When the decision is made, a selkie will bring gifts to their chosen one; catching their favorite fish or a large squid is a particularly fond gesture, pretty and rare stones, seashells or pearls for decorations, or anything they might like -human chosen ones (usually fishermen or related) may be helped with their catches or gifted treasures lost in shipwrecks.

Selkies are commonly very tactile lovers and will smother their one with touches, hugs and any kind of contact from the early stages. It's one common way of letting others know about the courting.

Pre-mating playful banter includes rolling, bubble-blowing, and mouthing each other's necks and flippers, vocal displays, chasing, embracing, growling, head-thrusting, and flipper-waving.

Copulation usually takes place in water.

It has become way less common, but if there are multiple claimings over a chosen one the contendants may choose to fight instead of out-wooing their rival (usually with the fighting done at the end of the courting) with the chosen one having the ultimate say on who they choose.

Although courtship with humans is not encouraged (does not tend to end well for the selkie), it is not forbidden. Should it happen, the selkie will be shy to start with; watching their human from the safety of the water. Later trying to interact on land without their pelt to get to know them. As previously said, connection is important, and the selkie will only pursue and start the courting if they feel they know their human well enough to tell if their seal skin will be safe.

All this is only needed for courting, as opposed to just sleeping around as a one-off -habit of some selkie-folk, venturing inland to seek out “unsatisfied lovers”.

The tales of unmarried humans trapped into selkie marriages by picking up their pelts are poorly heard conversations. The actual occurrence is the ultimate rite of passage between selkie-human courting; the selkie dropping their pelt and allowing their human to grab it and give it back.

The connection of a mated pair (or pod) is strong enough to allow them to sense their one/s, as if having an internal compass to guide them in their general direction.

Some ways to symbolize their relationship is wearing silken thread around the ring finger, necklaces made of twin shells (often collected during courtship) or really anything that can be worn by the people involved that can hold meaning for them.

Weddings are small ceremonies held by one of the elders of the family, with a witness chosen by each participant, usually close friends to the mating pair.

Homosexual courting is completely normal and always accepted as a possibility.

#You have no clue of how much this thing just pops up in my brain #*throws this at you*#Air Gays™#selkie au #selkie #HelloI'mHayden #idk if there are any mistakes there my brain is too fried to try and fix anything #also can you tell I'm poly and just include that everywhere?#because I sure do that

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giantologist · 10 months

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Do you study mating habits of giants?

What kind of scientist would I be if I didn't?

In this entry I shall be detailing courtship and copulation between giants. Reader discretion is advised!

I shall preface this by saying that giants do not require marriage in order to be intimate, and quite often there is a distinction between lovemaking and mating. Accidental pregnancies aren't all too common, which for creatures large enough to have a significant impact on their surroundings, is quite a benefit. That being said, the courtship rituals between giants are an integral part of copulation.

(I shall be solely focusing on the coupling of a male and a female in this entry, with the acknowledgement that love is love over all genders and higher species.)

I was invited to observe a pair of giants as they demonstrated traditional courting methods, both of them hailing from the North and being 75ft and 90ft respectively. The skin on the palms and fingertips of giants is extremely sensitive compared to our own, normally for dexterity's sake, but caresses there are essential for releasing oxytocin and building bonds between parties. (To read how this relates to giant-human relationships, please refer to my book Lovers of Large: A Study of Giant and Human Romance)

Giants often gift food to their partner, mostly the male party, as food is an important commodity. More muscular giantesses are prone to asking for an arm wrestle at the least, and a full on fight at the most, the energy building into passionate lovemaking. This, as I mentioned, is based on the larger demographics, and is not indicative of bonds outside of the social norms.

My subjects didn't hold back, and I found myself having to retreat to a safer distance, feeling awfully flustered, but nonetheless amazed. As an asexual man, the pleasure I gained from the venture was purely from the awe I felt, the majesty of their gargantuan bodies entwined, levelling trees and shaking the ground. I did enquire as to if their wild and vicious style was typical, to which they explained that 'it probably only seems violent if you're no bigger than a flea'. Apparently the love between a human and a giant is of such restraint and care that quite a few are simply too fearful of damaging their partners to even think of attempting it.

I often wonder if my preference regarding physical congress would show proclivities toward those of a disperate stature if I were to experience any appetite at all for such things.

Professor J Finch

#ask to tag #queries

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morticrow · 2 years

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Ye ye Can we get some Headcanons that elaborate on the mating dance?

Of coarse!

Yautja Life Mate Headcanons

* The Mating Ritual is pretty much exclusive to those who want to be life-mates. Although, nothing is stopping you and your boo thang from playing a game of violent horny tag in the woods.

* An individual dying during this tradition is definitely rare, but everyone seems to know a friends-uncles-clan leader that knew someone who bled out during a life-mate ritual.

* Sometimes it can take up to a few weeks to a month. Yautja go hard.

*Taking an Ooman lifemates is a very recent thing. It’s debated wether it became accepted when the little soft meats showed true potential as warriors, or due to fascination at what Oomans can do with their mouths when copulating.

* The only thing that makes The Ritual special is the presence of an Elder to witness the process.

* If your mating isn’t considered a true challenge, (i.e: there isn’t any blood or one goes easy on the other) then it might not be accepted, and you’d need to re-apply next year.

* But if you both have a good run, then the Elder deems you worthy, you got a shiny new mate on your hands.

* Usually a celebration occurs after the mating ritual, something similar to a party after a successful hunt.

* Once you’re documents go through, you are officially bound to your mate. What’s theirs is yours, what’s yours is theirs. Similar to how Ooman marriages work. Without the prenuptial.

* Divorce also doesn’t exist. If your lifemate slights you to the point where you would even want a divorce, then it’s expected one of you has to defeat the other in mutual combat. Literally ‘till death do is part’

* Multiple life mates are not only possible, but encouraged by some clans.

* A lot of mates hunt together, and when one falls, the other often goes with them.

* Anniversaries are absolutely celebrated. Usually by hunting together or having a small family gathering. Depending on the couple. They gift each other decorated skulls, sometimes with the carving of how long they’ve been mated.

#yautja headcanon #yautja #yautja/human #alien vs predator #the predator #headcanon

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presidenthades · 8 months

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I am doing very minor revisions of Daemon’s Handbook (mostly formatting and continuity errors), and I wanted to do some behind-the-scenes commentary before too much time passes and I forget my original thoughts. Here’s Chapter 3!

(Note that these commentaries aren’t canon to the verse until/unless the author writes them into the series. I might change my mind on a few points later, but these are the thoughts I had while writing.)

Joff might be a precocious witchy 6 year old, but like any 6yo, she thinks farts are hilarious. Sorry, Gerardys. (Also, notice how Joff dissembles/changes the topic when she doesn’t want to directly answer a question.)

Should Joff be mixing bleach and ammonia together? Nooooo. (And if you’re reading this, please don’t do this at home.)

As mentioned in the Chapter 2 commentary, Jace freaks out about her ruined slippers because they were a gift from Aegon, and now she can’t easily get presents from her not-boyfriend anymore. 🥺

I might write a lengthier scene of the girls’ rebellion re: Daemon and Rhaenyra’s marriage in another installment of the series. Here, I tried to make each girl’s reaction indicative of their overall personalities/mannerisms: Jace tries to be diplomatic, Luce goes for the drama, Baela out-cusses Daemon, Rhaena lets her emotions show through the cracks, and Joff is silently disapproving.

IMO, in the show, Rhaenys takes Baela as a ward because she sees Baela as her eldest true grandchild and the rightful heir to Driftmark. (I’ve also seen fanon in some fics that Daemon and Rhaenyra send Baela as a conciliatory gesture after they elope.) Here, Jace is Rhaenys’s eldest grandchild AND slated for the Iron Throne (and Rhaenys’s secret favorite), so Rhaenys would prefer to take Jace and ensure that a future queen of her blood is properly trained and educated.

Confession: in a VERY early draft of this fic, Baela and Rhaena had much smaller roles. I was going to send them both to Driftmark so I could focus on Daemon getting to know Rhaenyra’s daughters. But I’m very happy I went with the blended family aspect in the end.

Lucera has dyslexia, AKA “an affliction of letters.” I enjoy the trope in a lot of Aemond/OC fics that they bond over a shared love of reading, but I wanted to do a twist. Luce likes stories and learning, but she has trouble working through the books on her own, which means Aemond reads aloud to her a lot. 🥰 Now that she’s at Dragonstone though, she has no Aemond to read aloud to her (and she’s mad at him anyway).

I reallyyyyy wanted to write a scene where Luce explains her “marriage = whoring” argument to Alicent, but it never fit into this fic. Maybe one day. But I think Luce has this thought (marriage is about money and copulating) in the back of her mind when she deals with all her suitors later.

I was fascinated by the range of commenters’ reactions to Daemon’s argument about not letting the girls marry the Targtowers. Some people 100% agreed with him and others thought Daemon was being stupid. Which is the kind to reaction I was hoping to get, so yay! I wrote this fic with the intention of conveying that Daemon THINKS he’s right about a lot of things, but he’s not omniscient so take it with a grain of salt.

I wanted the boys’ handwriting and writing styles to reflect their personalities. Aegon is messy and unstructured, and he doesn’t always follow proper grammar/syntax rules. Aemond keeps up appearances and is finicky about grammar/syntax but adjusts his script for Luce. Daeron is still very young but tries to imitate the neatness he sees in his primers.

The gift that Aegon mentions Luce is helping with is supposed to be a song he writes for Jace. (Much more wholesome than the wedding song lol.) I was going to include it in this chapter but it seemed forced so I tabled it. He’s also pretty talented at drawing. I like the idea of Aegon being an artist/romantic at heart, but those aren’t traits appreciated in a potential king so Otto (and maybe Alicent) tries to quash those traits.

#my writing #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #meta #daemon’s handbook

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soopsiesdaisies · 1 year

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