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demonsword586 · 3 days

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Hades pp headcanons! (Only the nobles)

I am...SO FREAKING SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I AM IN MY FINALS MONTH AND I HAD SO MUCH TO DO AND I'M STILL NOT FINISHED!!! I am still writting but it's going slow since I don't have much time. In any case,I will be free in 2 weeks so this series should pick up the pace. Anyway here is more penis.

Barbatos

- Judging just from that bulge.... It's big,his balls I mean. The dick I presume is rather normal.

- 17 cm, 14 cm when soft.

- With how much time this man spends naked,you think he would have a tiny bit of tan. All over his body,his dick too since this man forgets what clothes are for when he sees the sun. But nope! He uses sunscreen with 120+ protection. You probably can't even see anything when he's around. The sunshine illuminates right off of him,making him as sunny as his personality.

- His dick is a bit on the leaner side. It's nice and slim like a rose stem. Suprisingly,he's circumsized! His tip is also a very gentle shade of rosy pink.

-It is a very beautiful penis,fit for a man like him and he's proud of it too! Unfortunatelly when you have a king as envious as Leviathan,it may be the best to keep it hidden when he's around. Barbatos had to learn this the hard way...

- Anyway the only thing that makes his pp a bit...unperfect,is the giant ballsack under it. A very pretty pp with big,squishy balls. Very squishable,but please don't play with them for too long. He's a bit of a tease so whatever you do to him,he will do it twice as pleasureable to you.

- Also,has a few small cuts on his inner thighs and butt. He likes to sunbathe around roses he grows and he's not the type of gardener to cut the thorns off. So he has to suffer the consequinces. But he's not too bothered by the little sting of those flowers when they bloom so beautifully and can still be fierce.

-But if you're sunbathing with him,he will be very careful to not let the thorns get you. He places you on top of him and holds you against his bare body. After all,you are the most perfect of all the flowers in the garden and he can't risk his rose to get pricked by thorns.

Glasyal La Bolas

- He stinks.

- This man is literary putting his pp into corpses. That thing smells and not the nice Beel smell but a smell of expired meat.

-He showers after...um....doing his thing,but this specific stench is quite hard to get rid off. In shame,he had to ask Orias for the strongest shampoo he knows off and 100% alcohol disinfectant from Paradise Lost. His king knows everything that happens in Hell,because of a certain invisible spy. You can imagine what horrors await him if his king found him walking around with a dirty willy.

- It's very cold too. No one knows how he does it but his body is naturally cold. Almost as if he's a corpse himself....meaning his pp can be quite refreshing in hot summer days!👍

- Now if you two are planning to have sex,berate him to take a shower. Even if he already did,make him do another one. I don't know about you,but I don't trust this man or his cock.

- Speaking of cock,we should talk about it. He is....large. Very large. He could have a shlong fight with Mammon if that ever happened. He is a centimeter behind Mammon though....still that thing is a beast.

-Some who got a glimpse of it said it is the stuff of nightmares. Not because of the size but the shape.

- He's thick,long and has a very unique tip. His tip is a bit spikier than most but only enough that it's noticable and very much pleasureable when he makes love with you. It's like his tip it designed by God to reach just the right spot in your insides. Not only that but his shaft naturally leans up when he's hard. It's like a pillar of monstrosity....If only you didn't know what he used that amazing dick for.

- But as amazing as it is,you need a lot of preperation to take him. It takes awhile for you to actually start to feel good and...he's not a very patient man. A night with him is like flipping a coin. You can either end up in heaven or in a hospital. Marbas as another big-pp owner always scolds him when you need to be healed up.

-Glasyal is not a monster though. He feels bad when you suffer because of his lust,though he will never admmit it straight. He does apoligise to you but not only with his words. He will put that evil mouth of his to good use and please his dying darling.~

Foras

- Shiny~

- He's...average in lenght. Nothing special,just a nice 15 cm pp.

-The color however!! Mm,tasty-looking. The shaft is a pretty,milky color with a pinkish hue. And the tip is just like his horns. A beautiful crystalic rainbow. It's a bit firmer than the rest of his cock. It also shines like a crystal when light hits it.

-He once skinny dipped in the sun with Barbatos and accidentally became the focus of gossip in Hades for a few weeks.

-It was a very sunny day and as soon as his pants fell to the floor,his member feeling the fresh air...Barbatos and a few by-standing devils got blinded by his penis. The sunlight shined right on his cock or more precicelly at his tip and blinded the eyes of many innocent devils.

-From that day onward he was rumored to have stolen a chip of the sun and now decorates his cock with it.

-The rumors ended up reaching his beloved king's ears...Let's just say Foras got a thorough examination by his idol while also threatened to be castrated by the envious king. Still the best day of his life.

-But do not worry about his shiny pp when you two are being intimate. He now always makes sure his foreskin is covering the tip. He will only show it once you two are in private without any natural light being close to it.

-Has a mole on his pubic area. Just a bit higher than where his member stands and on the left side.

- His cum...is of low quality.

-Mostly because it's invisible. You won't know when he's finished unless you check on his face. His face is very honest when it comes to pleasure.

- But yes,his seed is invisible. You can taste it in your mouth but can't see it. (If you randomly slip on nothing,it's his fault.)

- No hair. This man is as smooth as a baby's ass. Only because he thinks it would be rude of him to stand in his majesty Leviathan's presence while knowing there is pubic hair growing inside his pants. What if his king one day orders him to strip and be of service?! Oh...and for you too.

Orias

-....I fear him and his penis.

- He has a body of a young adult so...you can see why I am not sure if this is right of me to do...

(I will do Orias if people want but I am scared this could get....controversial.)

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb foras #whb barbatos #whb glasyalabolas #whb orias

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deusvervewrites · 2 days

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How about an AU where Izuku has the powers of Polymerization and De-Fusion from Yugioh?

Midoriya's Quirk is called Combine. He discovers it at around, say, three years old when he fuses his bed together into basically like a beanbag chair but bed sized. He was confused but excited! Especially when he discovered that he could reverse it. I'm very proud of Midoriya for making it through seeing a doctor and having his Quirk registered and I think even making it a few days longer before accidentally fusing himself with Inko.

Combine tries its best to average out every component in the fusion. Among other things, 3-year-old Izuku fusing with 31-year-old Inko averages to 17-year-old. Additionally, their minds and personalities sort of gestalt together. Both of them are present, but secondary to the combined persona, if that makes sense. And yes, this new fusion is extremely confused. Luckily, they remember that Izuku can de-fuse things so it's not a big deal. Izuku is thrilled by this and the possibilities. I should note that certain physical characteristics don't really average out but semi-combine (no pun intended), like height.

Unfortunately, Bakugou is still Bakugou and in Aldera. While he does understand why Combine is a useful Quirk for being a Hero, you could call Bakugou a film reel operator with the projection he does. As such, Bakugou breaks off the friendship like he does in canon, and does so before Midoriya can reveal to him that he can do human fusion.

Inko is happy to help Izuku practice his Quirk; not just human fusion but fusing objects together or Izuku fusing with objects to see what happens. Izuku doesn't actually get to decide the results of the fusion so it's a bit of trial-and-error.

UA Entrance Exam was a great time for Izuku with all the fusion material the robots gave him. However, it wasn't enough to stop the Zero Pointer when Uraraka was in trouble, so she became the second person Izuku fused with.

+1. As you may recall when I did some Quirk Analysis for Menagerie, but the Quirks that impose physical alterations that we see in MHA don't wear off. Combine, likewise, will not wear off on its own. Midoriya has to undo it himself.

+2. Combine's Quirk Registry wasn't updated after the discovery of human fusion because it was technically covered by the initial description.

#asks #ask game #ask game series 20 #polymerization au

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bestlittlebunny · 3 days

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The steaming water trickled down the curves of my back. I took a deep breath and arched backwards, letting it drench my face and hair. I let myself get lost among the mist and steam, melting away the stress and anxieties from the day. It felt good to relax and to focus on nothing but the sounds of the shower and my body.

I dissolved so deeply into the atmosphere, that I didn’t hear the keys jingling, the door open and shut, or the footsteps to the bathroom. I didn’t notice the shadow outside the curtain that slowly undressed and then stepped into the shower behind me.

It wasn’t until a hand caressed my shoulder and two tender lips softly kissed my neck that I realized he was home. I didn’t have to say a word, he could read my body language and moans as though they were nothing more than a children’s book. His hands stroked my arms, his left moving to my hip, his right lifting my hand to kiss it and then place it on his cheek. He then moved his right hand down my, now lifted, arm, across my ribs, and cupped my swollen breast. His left hand ran from my hip across my waist as he supported my protruding stomach with his broad forearm. I leaned against him, feeling his hot skin against my body, letting him support my weight. He kissed my neck softly, growing more passionate with each peck, working his way down in a line, before finally biting and sucking where my shoulder meets my neck. I moaned at the sensations it sent through my body. He turned me and leaned me against the cool tile wall, immediately kissing me tenderly. The heat and intensity could have caused ice to melt. He inched his way down my body: neck, shoulders, collarbone, pausing at my breasts. Massaging them and cupping them with his hands, he placed his lips to each nipple in turn and gently kissed and sucked, allowing himself to taste the sweet nectar that leaked from within them. Then he continued down my body, paying extra attention to the round abdomen before him, as it housed his pride and joy: His baby girl. Once he was satisfied with his interaction, he told me to turn to face the wall. I smirked and pressed my back harder against the tile, crossing my arms defiantly.

“Turn and face the wall, please.” He requested, once more, still on his knees. This time with more command. Once again I shook my head with a smirk.

“Make me.” I dared him. He looked up at me and raised a brow. He slowly stood, now looming over me. He straightened up, his shoulders broad, his hands by his sides.

“This isn’t a request, anymore. Turn and face the wall.” Unfortunately for him, I was feeling bratty and playful, so I stood my ground and rolled my eyes in return. “Very well.” he stated as he placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me, firm yet gently, towards the wall. “Now bend over.” This time, I did as he said. I bent forward and placed my hands against the wall to balance myself. “Good girl, but you’re still going to be punished.”

Before I could make a snarky remark, a hand slapped against my right butt cheek, stinging the dampened skin. I jumped and let out a yelp. I heard him groan in pleasure, proud of the reaction he had caused, and felt the next spank against my left cheek. I hid my smile between my hands. This was as pleasurable for me as it was for him.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“Thank you, what?” I could hear the smirk behind his words.

“Thank you..... Master.” I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. He leaned towards me, lifting my face by my chin, and kissed me.

“I love you. Are you up for a little fun?” as he spoke, I stood and turned back towards him, placing my hands against his firm chest.

I paused for a moment, looking him over. Every inch of him was perfection. His black hair, now wet, fell like silk fabric in waves against his face. His brown eyes glistened like a tiger’s eye gemstone in the golden light of the shower. His nose, strong and prominent like a Roman’s should. And his smile, perfectly curved and balanced by his soft, succulent, full lips. His neck led perfectly to his broad shoulders, that ran straight into his arms. The arms that held me and kept me safe every night, that hugged me each morning and each time we reunite, no matter how long or short our time was apart, that will, someday soon, cradle our little girl. Connected to his large hands that showed the battles he had been in, but only if you looked closely enough. Hands that intertwined with mine, that knew just where to go when they needed to, and could do any work that was asked of them. Then there was his torso, with his firm chest and perfect abdomen. The ones he was self conscious about, but that I looked at and saw a God’s body in. Down to his hips and his.... Well, he was certainly well endowed, and I was never disappointed. Quite the opposite. His thighs were bold, muscular, as tree trunks holding him up, connected to his calves that could belong to an olympic track athlete. And finally his feet that had this way of being goofy, but still somehow endearing and beautiful, and this is from someone who hates feet. Everything about him made me fall in love all over again.

“I love you, too. I could be up for some fun. With the right person.” I kissed his cheek and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself and walking to the bedroom.

#kink writing #pregnant #pregnancy #preggo kink

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simpfordemetri · 3 days

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How would the guards handle their human mate being a fire fighter. I could see the twins having a complete meltdown at the thought of their mate willingly going into a burning building.

ALEC

Instant mental breakdown

Like he will be screaming in agony like if you were already dead

Even when you come out of the building he continue fucking screaming

Like its the worst sound you ever heard cause its full of pain and terror

You could swear he was crying but thats not possible right

Right?

Past trauma will kick him for days and he wont be able to move honestly

JANE

Tantrum

She will even use her gift on Aro if her anxiety gets too much because all the memories are running through her mind and she doesnt know what to do

She thinks you are going to die but she cant get herself to get into the building

Honestly you would have to leave your job immediately sorry

She deals with the trauma even worst than Alec

DEMETRI

He admires your bravery specially with you being human

He is so in awe with you

However he does not want you to have lack of sense of danger

If you are in danger he doesnt want you to keep helping,he wants you out of the building in that very moment

As long as you are conscious of not hurting yourself and being naive then he is proud

FELIX

For some reason he thinks you are going to have some gift related to fire when you turn into one of them

And he cant wait

You are going to be a good Volturi

But he is watching you from the distance in case he has to run to save you

And trust me he prefers to be burn himself but getting you safe

HEIDI

She is just…

Not having it

You are her cute little human and you should be protected against everything

And if something happens to you she will be miserable

So she will literally manipulate you with words

“If you keep doing that its because you are reckless and dont care about hurting me if you die right?”

#twilight #the twilight saga #the volturi #twilight saga #twilight headcanon #alec volturi #demetri volturi #felix volturi #heidi volturi #jane volturi

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sebastianswallows · 1 day

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The English Client — Twenty

— PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: The year is 1952. Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He is sent to Rome to acquire three ancient books of magic by any means necessary. One in particular proves challenging to reach, and the only path forward is through a pretty, young bookseller. A foreigner like him, she lives alone, obsessed with her work... until Tom comes into her life.

— WARNINGS: angst, and a bit of fluff

— WORDCOUNT: 2.2k

— TAGLIST: @esolean @localravenclaw @slytherins-heir

He woke up with her in his arms the next morning. It was often the case when they slept in her flat too, although mornings at Tom’s were colder — probably because his room faced west and got little of the sunlight. She was still asleep when he opened his eyes with her back turned toward him. Tom didn’t move not so much to let her sleep a little longer as to allow himself a few more moments to think. He was ashamed of what happened. Just when he thought he had her wrapped around his finger he had failed, and found her as resolute and stubborn as always. It was his own fault for underestimating her resolve, and it was a strange sensation indeed to be proud of her and ashamed of himself.

She’d curled up with her back to him over the night, difficult as it was with his bed so narrow, and hugged her knees to her chest. Tom held her from behind, one arm thrown over her waist above the covers. His body felt quite stiff and colder than usual — and then he realised he’d gone to bed wearing nothing, and sighed. His fingers around her waist flexed open and cupped the hint of her tummy beneath. He was, in a stilted sort of way, frustrated with himself. He hadn’t made a lot of progress with her when it came to making her cooperate… Even if they had made love — was that what it was? — and he’d shown her a perfect path to submission, and after all the careful planning that went into choosing an opera about running away from one’s duty and how sweet that could be… After all of that, she still wasn’t convinced. He could heap pleasures onto her, but he couldn’t tempt her. He wanted to slap himself. He’d never met a more difficult woman.

Tom sighed and watched as his breath tickled the hairs at the nape of her neck. He was on his own again, as he always had been.

He wondered if he should count it as something to her credit rather than a personal failing of his… Had he just read her that wrongly, miscalculated her mettle, or had he simply gone about this clumsy and half-heartedly? He didn’t fail often, and his failures never ended well — in fact, they usually ended with him being punished — but this one really stung. He didn’t even want to consider that the reason for his failing was her.

Whatever fretting he was doing, however deep within, it must have been loud enough that his breathing or his grip on her gave it away. She whimpered in her sleep and her limbs shifted as she stretched. Her naked legs bumped into Tom’s and that’s when she must’ve remembered he was there. She stilled, and turned, and immediately smiled upon seeing him.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile of his own, albeit a more contrived one.

“Mornin’…”

“Tired?” he asked, his left arm sliding from underneath his head to brush the messy locks of hair off her forehead.

“Sore,” she groaned, although her smile gave away that she didn’t mind it very much.

“Mmmm… You’re welcome.”

“Have you gotten up yet?”

“Not yet. I’ve been waiting for you,” he said. He didn’t even have to lie.

Breakfast took priority over a shower, especially as in Tom’s building there was just a public washroom that was shared among the neighbours. She brewed the coffee while Tom buttered slices of toast, and as his flat had hardly enough furniture for both of them they ended up eating in bed, the plates arranged carefully on top of the duvet. Tom couldn’t be bothered to dress for the day, so he merely threw on yesterday’s clothes. She held her cup with one hand, the drink long since gone cold, while she picked fallen crumbs from the bed and put them back onto her empty plate. Tom didn’t look up. He didn’t need to. He followed her movements from the corner of his eye and felt the full impact of her thoughts upon him.

“You should say what’s the matter before you leave.”

She looked at him. A fire smouldered in her eyes that he felt like fleeing from. Tom knew she was upset about how he had behaved the night before, and he also knew more could be accomplished by addressing it out in the open. What she felt. What he pretended to feel.

“Is that all you have to say? After… after everything?”

“Every-what-thing?” Tom sighed, covering his mouth with a sip of black coffee.

“Tom!”

“What?”

“I have the sneaking suspicion you don’t realise just what you did last night.”

“Well clearly it can’t have mattered very much,” he said with an arched brow. “Nothing has changed in how you feel about me, has it?”

She looked at him with tired anger, her back straight but her limbs completely sapless. “You’re still upset with me.”

“No,” said Tom, placing his empty plate and cup on the bedside table, then leaning over to pick hers up too. “Nothing has changed, in fact. Nothing ever does.”

She frowned at him. Even his closeness couldn’t melt her that morning. As steadfast as Tom was, she was quite the same, and if he couldn’t convince her to join in his plan, all that was left to him were petty punishments. For someone like her, it meant withdrawing his love, however false it was to start with.

“You really are heartless, aren’t you?” she whispered, seeming quite upset at the realisation. “You’re just… indifferent to everything. To everyone. Nothing ever moves you.”

Tom looked at her coolly. He was beyond proving her right or wrong. She wanted to draw him closer, to tempt his heart to beat for someone, for her, but he would not permit it. It would only end in tears.

“How would you like me to be?” he asked, rolling up the sleeves of his wrinkled shirt. “Do you want a simpering idiot, a liar, a slave? Or do you want me, as I am?”

“And what am I to you, then?” she challenged, leaning toward him on the bed. “A gullible fool, I suspect.”

His eyes traced her naked shoulders, her soft hair that cascaded over them, the way her wrinkled slip dipped to cover her breasts in its shadow…

“You are what you choose to be,” he said, dragging his gaze to hers. “If you wish to open yourself to me, fully, I will take you, take everything inside both good and bad. But if you want to keep me at a certain distance,” he continued, somewhat accusingly and with shameless hypocrisy, “then I will forever be a distant, abstract thing to you.”

He was being cruel to her, he knew, and he wished he didn’t have to be. But as far as Tom was concerned, she’d forced his hand. He didn’t especially relish the prospect of threatening to take away the only comfort he’d provided in her life — that was, his companionship — but even more than that he loathed having to start again with finding an ally to help him get that book. And if he dug deep enough, he wouldn’t be surprised to find there a certain sense of betrayal. After everything I’ve done for her, he thought, and she still won’t trust me. She’s too smart for my own good.

Her eyes narrowed as if she could read his meaning in the air. Her heart understood him with shattering clarity, and then her mind begrudgingly accepted. Sweetness hadn’t gotten him what he wanted, so now he punished her. But as she looked up at him, realisation dawned that something was amiss. That natural confidence he usually displayed had withered and was covered up with frowns and haughty looks and sneers, a threatening closeness in his body and a distance in his eyes and all around him the air of evasion. He was ashamed of what he’d just confessed to.

“Is that all I am to you?” she pressed, sitting up in bed to face him. “A key for you to turn this way and that? And for what?”

Of course, for Tom, she was. She had to be. But as he sat so close to her, only softness and morning light between them, with her figure and her spirit and her voice aflame, he couldn’t bring himself to say it, not even to think of it. Why?

She took his silence to mean something else and her anger faded leaving behind bitter sadness. She pulled back and wrapped her arms around her in an attempt to clothe herself with something, to hide herself from him. And suddenly, the work of months melted before him. Was that how he should let it end? With the pettiness of a lover’s quarrel on a cold autumn morning? There had to be more, he saw it in her… So much potential. To some extent, if he was being honest, Tom was angry with himself for not doing a good enough job of pulling it out. He excused himself by thinking that he’d never had to do that before, with anyone, so of course he had no idea how… All his so-called friends from childhood had their uses but they were limited in their own ways. The professors too. After Hogwarts, he used and was used in turn by Burke, but that, at least, was a measurable quantity. And in his control. As for all the women he’d had dealings with in his employ, none of them were more than gnats in his estimation. There was nothing to them. Not like her.

Perhaps that was why the prospect of losing her scared him so deeply.

“No,” said Tom with a tired sigh, “you’re not.” Too proud to approach her again, to touch and hold her, he merely let his hands fall open on his knees. “I’ve been a bit of a monster, and I’m not sorry. But I don’t want to lose you because of it.”

He barely moved, the hint of an invitation in his subtle shift and the hopeful look in his dark eyes, but she crawled into his arms anyway. She hid her face in his lap and clung to him and Tom was quick to cover her with his body, resting his head over her back. She curled up tighter and pulled the edges of her slip over her knees like a shy little girl.

“I’m sorry too,” she mumbled. “For not being able to… to be as brave as you want me to be… To leave with you —”

“Hush now. We can forget all about it this morning.”

Their reconciliation was so sweet he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. She seemed to want more than anything to hide, to disappear, and Tom wanted to help her. And he wanted to help her achieve all those other things she didn’t dare demand — stupid and selfless as it was, and doomed to fail — in a way nobody had helped him before. Because, in his case, nobody else cared. However angry she made him, this silly muggle girl, he wanted the pride of that accomplishment as something separate from, and not necessarily in conflict with, his own goals. And he knew that something, someone inside him, would shame him if he failed.

III

Complete and utter darkness. That was what she saw in Tom’s embrace with her eyes closed and pressed into his trousers, her whole body curled and hidden by his own. It was a comfortable place to be. Tom was comforting, something he didn’t often allow of himself. It made her doubt everything she’d just accused him of. It wasn’t in his nature to explain his actions or to protest at all even against blatant unfairness… No, he held it all inside, buried beneath the dirt of his expansive pride.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed into his lap. “I want to think the best of you. I truly do. And I want… I want…”

His hands tightened on her arms for a moment and then came up around her shoulders to gently rub across them. If he felt anything he did not say it. But then, she didn’t need him to. She just tightened her grip around his waist, nuzzled her face into his thin and narrow abdomen, and rested in that quiet darkness. He’d scared her the night before, when he wouldn’t, wouldn’t stop no matter how many times she asked, even if it felt so good, but this… This felt better. Like something lost returned to her, a sense of innocence and joy which bloomed in her mind like a long-lost memory. With a few kind words from him and a welcoming embrace, it was suddenly as if she’d known Tom all her life. As if they’d grown up together.

His thumb brushed the top of her spine and as his grip around her tightened somewhat possessively a gentle swaying took them over. It was like a blood memory of what comfort felt like, not something either of them was familiar with and yet it came most naturally to them both. Perhaps it helped her that she couldn’t see his face, nor read his thoughts.

#Tom Riddle #Tom Riddle x reader #Tom Riddle x OC #Tom Riddle fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;made a thing #fanfic;englishclient

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