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"Draw ur babygirl like this" lol ok, here's 2004 Tord then :3
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I wanna be filled with gallons of Sammy Lawrence’s semen
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Most likely won’t be writing a lot anymore but I’m still active on here<33
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Me when I’m feeling funky
A TEST OF FAITH.
SUMMARY 、YOU’RE THE PRIEST’S DAUGHTER, SWEET AND INNOCENT AND FREE FROM SIN. UNTIL JEFFREY WALKED IN AND TURNED YOUR WORLD UPSIDE DOWN.
FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER
WARNINGS 、FINGERING (M -> F), PUBLIC FINGERING, BLASPHEMY, RELIGION KINK, CORRUPTION KINK
NOTES 、i gotta thank my lovely mutual @hysterotic for helping me flesh out ideas for this one. love you babe also depending on how well this does. i’ll do part 2 LMFAO
The air is tense on the ride to church. The sun casts the world in a warm glow as it slowly rises beyond the horizon and you keep your eyes fixated on the blur of trees passing by as your father drives and taps his finger impatiently on the steering wheel.
You sigh softly and look into the rear view mirror at his reflection. “Daddy, what’s wrong?” You ask gently and you hear your father sigh almost tiredly.
“Nothing, sweetheart it’s just…” He contemplates it for a moment before shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I don’t want you feeling burdened in any way this morning.” It’s Sunday, of course he didn’t want you feeling anything but the spirit of the Heavenly Father washing over you.
You hum rather defeatedly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand and staring out the window once more. “Mkay..” You mumble out, saddened your father didn’t feel like he could share whatever wad weighing hard on him but maybe the Lord could help ease the heavy feeling he has today. You close your eyes and say a small prayer just as you feel the familiar turn onto the gravely trail that leads up to the church you’ve spent your entire life going to.
The pearly white chapel comes into view and your eyes gravitate to the sight, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you see other members pulling up around the same time as you and your father and mother. You sit up straight as your father parks the car and tugs the keys out, fixing your sundress as you wait patiently for your father to exit first before following soon after.
The familiar faces by the church, idly chatting all turn and smile at the sight of you. The older women compliment you, saying you look like an angel as always in those pretty sundresses you always wore.
You’d giggle bashfully in response to their compliments, cheeks warm to the touch as you thank them and compliment them back before the sound of a loud rumble echoes out and you turn to look over your shoulder at the road as a noisy motorcycle pulls into the spot beside your parents’ car. You squint your eyes due to the harsh brightness of the morning sun peeking through the distant trees and into your field of vision as you try to get a good look at the individual. It’s hard to see much until the person gets off the bike shortly after and starts coming toward you.
“For christ— Ahem, you took your sweet time getting here didn’t you, son?” A loud voice from behind you speaks up. You notice the way your father seems to hold a cold stare you’ve almost never seen on his face before as he watches the guy approaching you chuckle, a deep rumbly sound that has you surprised to hear such a deep voice.
“Took the scenic route.” He says with a grin in his voice and as the bright leaks of sunlight hide behind his tall frame, you finally get a good look at his face. And boy did you feel your heartbeat quicken.
His eyes look down into yours and you instantly tear your stare away and focus on the ground beneath you. Grass has never looked so greener before until now.
Your father reluctantly shakes hands with the guy whose appearance is not very fitting, nor would you consider it appropriate for church service. The black ripped jeans with a chain dangling on them, dirtied combat boots, a learner jacket on and somewhat hiding the black band tee he wore underneath. It had a print of a music band you’ve never heard of and it left you feeling curious. You’ve never heard such music before. Anything remotely inappropriate or dark and taboo wasn’t allowed in your parents’ house.
You feel like you’ve stared for too long and look over to your mother for guidance and she gives you a knowing look before subtly glancing at the church doors. You excuse yourself but shortly after, everyone else is coming into the quiet place and the sounds of footsteps and quiet chatter echo throughout the building. You take a seat on the long bench you’ve always sat at while your mother sits on the other side of the church at a different place. You see the man that had talked rather loudly behind you earlier come in along with who you presume is his wife and a rather young looking teenage boy, but where was the motorcycle guy that he had called ‘son’?
“Hey,” Your eyes widen at the sound of a low and deep voice in your ear and you whip your head around to look to your side where you see the aforementioned motorcycle guy. His black hair frames around his face and he smirks at you. “Did I scare ya?”
You blink a few times before shaking your head, mumbling a soft ‘no’ in response to which he chuckles at before letting his arm rest on the back of the bench, nudging your shoulders ever so slightly but you try to ignore it. Your father however is practically staring daggers into the boy when nobody’s eyes are on him before he stands up and prepares to start the day’s service.
You try to scoot away from the strange guy, keeping your eyes on those that sing and you can feel his eyes on and it makes goosebumps rise along your arms.
Suddenly you’re asked to sing and you feel your heart drop to the floorboards. You’ve never felt so nervous in all your life, it was something you were always asked to do by other members of the church so why did it feel so scary to do all of a sudden? Was it because of the mysterious boy beside you? Who knows. You swallow thickly, standing up with a tremble in your legs and hands so you grip onto the bench in front of you. You clear your throat quietly, trying to ignore the way your heart beats so wildly and so hard it makes your throat want to close up on you. You manage to start singing a hymn, one that everyone seemed to love hearing you sing the most and as you let your eyes flutter closed you relax your nerves and let the words flow through you and out into the world.
It’s only a few short minutes and then you’re politely sitting down but as you do so you feel something against the side of your thigh and see his own pressed snug against yours. Did he move closer or did you accidentally sit too close? You apologize in a whisper, trying to move away but he shakes his head at you with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Nah, I don’t mind, angel.” He says back, a whisper in a low voice only you could hear and it makes your heart flutter with an unfamiliar feeling as you force your attention back to those around you as people begin to testify.
You’re so focused on them all, nodding and feeling the spirit seep into your being that you don’t notice the unfamiliar touch against your dress as something slides up your thigh. It makes you tense up for a second when you realize and you glance at the guy who’s seemingly leaning a little too close for comfort but it would appear to others that he’s just trying to see the individuals that stand up and testify better.
“Don’t let temptation distract you from the words of God, doll.” He whispers with a grin on his face, eyes flicking down to your doe eyes that tear themselves away from his face and over to the other people.
He was right. No matter what he was doing, whatever it might’ve been… It was just the devil trying to keep you in his hold. Yet it was so hard to focus when the pads of his fingers grazed over your panties making you shiver slightly.
You didn’t know what he was doing. You’ve never been touched anywhere by anyone before, especially down there, but it was a rather nice and foreign feeling that you found yourself wanting just a little more of. Unconsciously, your legs spread just enough to let his hand cup your clothed sex and he rubs his index and middle against your panties until he feels a damp patch that makes him bounce his knee to keep himself from dragging your foolishly innocent self out of the church and fucking you in the bathroom.
Your father mentions an individual’s name for them to lead into prayer and everyones, including your own, heads turn down and al eyes are closed as silence envelopes the church and the only voice heard is a wretched sinner crying out for the Heavenly Father as he gets on his knees and prays.
You’re focused on listening to his words, feeling the pain he’s burdened with carrying as your brows knit together and you listen thoughtfully. Then something cold and foreign pushed against your nether regions and your thighs twitch as your eyes open and you glance to the guy beside you. He grins sinisterly, like he was the devil incarnate and you shiver under his gaze.
“Listen to ‘im, angel. Hear the cries of a fellow sinner and pay attention.” He whispers with a sick chuckle as he pushes his digit into your warmth and nudges it against your gummy walls. It’s uncomfortable for a few seconds, a new and foreign feeling you’ve never felt before but you unknowingly clench around him as he begins to pump it at a rather quick pace that has pleasure tingling in your gut suddenly as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to block out whatever he was doing to you in attempts to distract you.
Was it wrong? Was this something bad that he was doing to you? You didn’t know and couldn’t find the right answer you tried to search for in your mind. Whatever it was, it had a great effect on you and when you opened your eyes and prayer ended, tears blurred your vision but not from the Holy Spirit overwhelming you, oh no, it was that guy’s hand that overwhelmed you.
A tight coil burns hot in your belly as your legs tremble and you force yourself to straighten up and stare onward as your father stood to his feet and started to preach. Your mind was clouded, hazy and lagged behind on the words and sounds that met your ears but the warm breath tickling the side of your neck kept you alert and on edge in more ways than one.
You bite your bottom lip, trying to hear your father’s words as it touches the souls of many in the church. Your brows twitch, eyes gliding over the various people and a wave of feel-good tingles seeps into your being and your eyes flutter closed for a moment, a soft sigh leaving you glossy lips.
Your father’s preaching reaches its peak just as your thighs squeeze around the strange guy’s hand tightly, as if they never wanted him to leave and then euphoria washes over you. Like being hit by the Holy Spirit, your body tenses up and warmth floods your being as a sharp but quiet gasp leaves you and you curl in on yourself, hands gripping the cushion of the bench by your thighs. You heave quick breaths, heart racing in your chest as those digits curl into something incredibly sensitive inside of you before pulling away and you’re left feeling empty and exhausted.
You watch with half lidded eyes as he raises his hand up towards his face, it’s glistening with something slick on it and you wonder if it came from you. The thought embarrassed you to no end and when he popped the digits into his mouth, sucking the substance off them and then grinning at you as he shoved his hand into his pocket, it made you feel pulled towards him as if you couldn’t get enough despite knowing he was no good for you.
Your cheeks feel warm to the touch, cupping your hands against the hot flesh as you try to slow your breathing and shortly after, church has ended and people are socializing outside. You muster up the strength to stand on legs wobbly like a newborn fawn, hearing that boy chuckle at you as he gets up and walks away like nothing had happened. It saddens you a bit, you had felt some type of connection because of that strange interaction with him but you try to ignore it and move on just like he was so easily able to.
You manage to get out of the church, heading for the car earlier than your parents would’ve liked. You felt so lightheaded you just needed somewhere a little more private to cool off for some reason. You don’t get there in time before that boy is reaching you however.
“Aw, leavin’ already?” He’s teasing, he knows he’s the reason you feel so odd right now and the more you look at him the more you want to cling onto him. Thoughts that aren’t your own begin to fill your head, inappropriate and so lewd it makes you shiver with a mix of disgust and embarrassment directed toward yourself.
“I just need to cool off.. It’s warm out today.” You try to reason, voice a bit strained and shaky as you try to stand up straight but it’s obvious you’re a horny wreck in his eyes and he chuckles at you.
“S’that it? Just got too hot?” He takes a few steps towards you, an unreadable look in his eyes and you struggle to hold his gaze as you fumble over your words until he’s got you cornered with your back against the car. Those wide doe eyes, glassy with need, almost gets under his skin. He grins and it makes your stomach do flips when he looks at you that way. “Y’sure it’s not because I touched ya right here?” His hand forces its way between your trembling thighs and nudges against your nether regions making your breath hitch in your throat as you stare at him completely stunned.
Your hands grab at his wrist, shaky and weak as you attempt to pull him off but he only stops terrorizing your poor little innocent heart when he hears footsteps approaching.
He pulls away, straightening his posture while you push yourself off the car slowly as if you were in a daze at the moment.
“Is something wrong?” It’s your father, concern laced in his voice as he gives you a protective glance and moves towards you all while giving the boy an odd look.
The black haired guy scoffs with a smirk. “Nah, was j’st talkin’ to her is all.” He says it in a way that’s either condescending, sarcastic or as if he wasn’t saying the full truth. It’s hard for your brain to decipher properly anyways as your eyes bore into the grass beneath you, looking at anything but him.
“I’d much rather prefer if you didn’t speak to my daughter, Jeff Mason.” Your father says and it’s only now that you’ve learned the guy’s name. Your eyes flicker up to his face only to find him already looking back and shyness gets to you, making you tear your gaze from his.
There seems to be a tension between your father and Jeff, a staring contest ensues for a few moments that begin to feel like hours until that man you’d heard speaking before church comes up to the three of you.
He forces a smile and puts a hand on Jeff’s shoulder, squeezing a little too tight. “Jeffrey here will be sure to do that. Won’t you, son?” There’s an underlying authority to his voice as he looks at Jeff who glares back silently before shaking his hand off and walking towards his motorcycle with not a single word to follow.
The middle aged man chuckles awkwardly and tries to make small talk with your father but it doesn’t do much, if anything it would seem your father didn’t like either of them and that made you more curious than it should have.
You walk around the car to get into the car without disrupting their— very tense and awkward —conversation, trying to ignore Jeff who’s standing by his bike with his eyes glued onto you.
“Hey, Mary.” He calls out and you blink a few times before turning to look at him. He grins, “Yeah, you.”
“That’s.. That’s not my name, Jeff.” You didn’t even mean to say his name. It just spilled out by accident, he repeats the way you say it on loop in his head immediately.
“Sure it isn’t.” He grins with a teasing tone and crosses his arms as he looks you up and down slowly, undressing you with his eyes but you’re none the wiser. He finally looks at your face and smiles wickedly. “I’ll see ya around won’t I, angel?”
Your hold on the handle of the car door tightens a bit at the way he says it, heart fluttering in your chest and your knees weak. You feel a little bold, taking a deep breath as you hold his gaze. “Are you implying you’ll come to visit more often?” You meant the church, it’s obvious in the way you say it that you meant it in a church setting. But Jeff is far too sick and twisted to accept it as just that and that alone.
He chuckles at you, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. “Heh, y’gonna see me a lot more often than just here.”
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sorry for this guys
“S-slow down, Jeff..” You whimper out, practically begging the man you get to call your boyfriend above you to go easy on you like he promised he would. But then again, he never stays true to his word. Moans and cries bubbles in your throat as you dig your nails into the flesh and skin of his forearms. Your request goes in one ear and out the other as he pumps into you like his life depends on it. Becoming friends with they twisted boy next door was crazy enough, but asking him to be your boyfriend was by far the craziest shit you’ve ever done. But that doesn’t mean anything when your underneath him and screaming for him to both slow down and keep going while your cunt tries desperately to suck him in, while failing at how absolutely huge he is.
#creepypasta#jeff the killer#jeff the killer smut#jeffrey woods#Jeffrey mason#smut#creepypasta smut#jeff the killer x reader#jeff the killer x you#jeff the killer x y/n#Jeff the killer x you smut
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imagine jeffrey mason or collins getting you pregnant
HELLOOOOOOO ?-?/!/$18:818:919-@ IM GONNA GORILLA GLUE HIS COCK INSIDE SO HE CAN NEVER LEAVE sorry that was unprovoked of me . . . but what are you THINKING saying this to ME ???????????? i will come to your house and have a breakdown at your front door over this
“Aw c’mon, princess, spread those legs’ve yours. ‘m gonna fill ya up, watch yer belly swell an’ then breed ya all over again, dumb whore.”
“Fuck, gonna knock y’up. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Hm? Carryin’ my seed ‘round, letting them all know who filled you up, who y’belong to, you fuckin’ slut.”
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Stepbro is the way to go!!
these stepbro asks are gonna put me outta commission
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Just wanted to share this extremely hot photo of Jeff mason I found @hystixia
#sarcastic#LMAOAO#Jeffrey mason#jeff the killer#creepypasta#jeffrey woods#jeff the killer smut#creepypasta smut#smut
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ion care what anyone says I’m a huge Jeffrey woods slut but don’t come after me because I portray him way different then the fandom does.. anyways cry harder he’s still my man and has been since day one
Very much aimed towards cadie
#creepypasta#jeff the killer#jeffrey woods#I ❤️ Jeffrey Woods#jeff the killer smut#I accidentally added the smut tag and tumblr won’t let me delete it
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bully!jeff. that’s it just bully!jeff. he’s constantly humiliating you in between classes and has even dragged you off and groped you before because he’s so threatening and oh so scary you’re just too afraid to speak up or stop him. bully!jeff who loses it when he sees you in a mini skirt, catching a glimpse of your panties when you sit at your desk in front of his, and then just has to get his hands on you after class. (PUSSY JOB MAYBE ???? MAYBE ???? just wanna see him make reader grind her bare pussy against his dick with a knife to her throat, telling her to hurry up unless she wants to get caught)
BULLY! JEFF X READER.
It was a pretty sight. Seeing you desperately rubbing your messy and dripping wet little pussy all over his cock was exhilarating.
Jeffrey hadn’t been the kindest to you I’ve the past few months, but then again, he hadn’t been nice to anyone.
Everything from tugging on your hair in the hallways to pouring chocolate milk cartons down your shirt infront of the whole cafeteria.
But one day, you unknowingly decided to test your luck by coming to school wearing that short, hot pink mini skirt that looked so pretty hardly covering your ass.
Jeff could only pay attention to you. His erection rubbing so uncomfortably against his skinny black jeans that he felt like he was gonna bust just by stroking his thick cock for 10 seconds.
Class came and went, much more slowly for Jeffrey though. And he could barley contain his excitement when he grabbed you by your wrist and shoved you into a dark janitors closet.
And that’s how you ended up here, desperately rubbing your lower lips against his dick as he growls under his breath and orders you to speed up.
The feeling of the cold blade of a pocket knife pressed against your throat felt cold, but arousing.
“O-oh jef- Haahh…” you moaned out patheticly.
“Hurry up, slut. Unless you wanna get that pretty throat if your slit. So sad too, would’ve made a wonderful fuck-hole..” he grunts out, letting out a few huffs every now and again as you rub your pussy lips up and down the base of his cock.
“Good girl.”
#creepypasta#jeff the killer smut#jeff the killer#smut#jeffrey woods#jeff the killer x reader#jeff the killer x y/n#y/n x jeff the killer#creepypasta smut
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Ticcy Toby Headcanons
A/N: IF I WROTE ANYTHING WRONG OR HATEFUL ABOUT THE TOURETTE'S SYNDROME PLEASE CORRECT ME I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT THE DISORDER 🥲🥲
🪓 is cannon that he has tourette's syndrome, his most common tics are head twitchings, "fuck you!", "Bitch" and Whistling.
🪓 You know how parts of the fandom say that he loves waffles? He doesn't hate them but he doesn't love it either ALTHOUGH he had a "waffles waffles waffles!!" tic for sometime after watching that waffles episode from teen titans go.
🪓 he takes tourette's medicine, so his tics aren't that frequent. They used to mess up missions. Although when he's nervous or talking about it they have a "peak"
🪓 He has ADHD!
🪓 He likes sanrio, watches hello kitty with Sally frequently but his favorite is aggreretsuko idk if I wrote her name right but I'm too lazy to see how it's supposed to spell
🪓 His favorite food is strawberry cake 🍰
🪓 Since he can't feel pain he tends to burn and cut himself a lot in the kitchen. Ej/Masky have to almost always patch him up.
🪓 Jeff has made him get some pretty nasty tics before.
🪓 his favorite word is "fish"
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GAAAAH ! jeff breaking into your house thinking no one is home, only to find you there and then proceeds to do whatever he wants to you because it was a waste of his time coming to your home. it’s only fair he gains something from this scavenging since your house had nothing interesting for him to take and live off of in the woods and what better way to make his trip here worth it than to have fun breaking you for his own entertainment.
All for nothing. (Or something.)
MINORS DNI.
Warning: non-con, creampie, degradation, and just lots of other gross shit!!>_<
Jeffrey was your average narcissist.
Always wanting but never wanting to work for it, so it only left him with the option to rob and to steal. To take what wasn’t rightfully his. It brought the young man joy and thrill.
And on this one particular night, he ran out of water. But of course he didn’t have any money saved up so his only option was the get is shit and break in to some poor unsuspecting families house. Maybe snag a few pieces of jewelry or money laying around.
He walked down the dimly lit street with that fowl-smelling hoodie kept over his body with the hood over his head. He didn’t care about the muddy puddles he walked in, he only cared about getting into a house and back home before anyone was alerted of him.
He came across a pretty house. 2 stories, baby blue and white, with a beautiful garden and a gorgeous black kia parked in-front of the white garage door. He quickly slid in through the living room window, luckily nobody was around to see him as he slipped his away inside of your house.
Then he started searching. It was only a few short minutes before he heard a small gasp. He turned around from his position infront of the bathroom sink. You stood in the doorway, obviously scared out of your mind with that pretty pink lingerie nightwear covering your pretty body which looked more like a Barbie doll compared to his tall figure.
And just as you were about to scream you felt his hand clasp over your mouth as you whimpered and shook with fear before being shoved to the floor of the floor and it was on my a short matter of time before you were bent over the edge of the bathtub with your clothes scattered across the bathroom floor.
You were shaking in fear, crying and sobbing but your cries and pleads for help were muffled and the more you squirmed the tighter his grip on you got. “If you don’t stop fucking moving I’ll slit that pretty little throat of your and fuck your dead body if you don’t calm down.”
You heard the voice of Jeff call from behind you and before you could even react there was a feeling of something being pressed against your slit but it only took you a few moments to realize it was the man’s tip.
It had precum dripping out of it but that definitely wasn’t enough lube for the feeling of the man’s big, fat, meaty cock being shoved inside of your sloppy little hole that looked like it could barley fit a penny.
You shamefully moaned into the hand of the stranger. But it wasn’t your fault. The feeling of that big cock being shoved inside of your tight little hole just made everything so overwhelming.
You couldn’t help yourself when he being rutting in and out of you. It was painful as hell and that was the least you could do to describe the discomfort and pain you felt between your thighs but it was also so amazing.
Maybe it was bad to feel so good and pleased from forced rape but that didn’t matter. But even though it felt good, you found yourself begging and sobbing your eyes out for him to stop. It felt so good but it stopped at a certain point when you felt a blade being pressed against your stomach.
“Ya feel this? You make another sudden movement and it’ll cause this knife to go right through that pretty stomach of yours!” He cackled but it only made you sob harder from pure fear and terror.
It didn’t take long for the man to finish and before you knew it there was ropes of hot semen being pumped into your small little womb.
And to this day, you can even manage to admit the fact that just as he came inside of you, you also started to orgasm as your walls clenched and spasmed around his thick member.
The only thing you can remember after that is being left on your bathroom floor to recover while the hoodied man angrily left your house, upset he didn’t get to steal anything other than your virginity.
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I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE IM GONNA KMS🙁🙁
#i need ideas#PLEASE HELP#how does cadie and gravez do it wtf#I MAINLY WRITE JTK AND HOMICIDAL LIU SMUT
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FUCK JEFFREY THE LIU EXPERT IS HERE!1!1!
HOMICIDAL LIU HEADCANONS.
•just because he’s not as brutal as Jeff, doesn’t mean he’s still not a murderer.
•knows the basics of knitting and crocheting but doesn’t have any projects or anything.
•he’s tall and lanky with messy brown hair and forest green eyes.
•quiet. Keeps to himself wherever he is.
•he’s on of those “bad deeds for bad people.” Killers. If your a single mom struggling to make it he’ll leave you alone but if your a pedophile who can’t keep his hands to himself, say goodbye.
•aroace and straight ally.
•writes down dreams and small details about things in a journal he keeps.
(Liu>> Jeff. Cry harder cadie)
#homicidal liu#homicidal liu headcanons#headcanon#homicidal liu creepypasta#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#LMAOO CRY ME A RIVER CADIE IM A LIU DICKRIDER🙏
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I just noticed my bio said “19teen” AND I CANT FUCLING CHANG IT MY LIFE US OBWRJAJA
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