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ghouljams · 7 months

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Feral König thoughts this morning. He's so big it's hard to physically say no to him, he's not taking anything by force(of course) unless you ask him to, but he's also such an addict when it comes to you. Definitely has a free use kink too which just makes it so much worse(or better) living with him. I mean the amount of underwear you're losing to him is just astonishing, you can't wear it in the house. He presses you against any surface, picks you up to pin against walls, and tugs your underwear to the side, or rips them open, or cuts them off, or any number of things that shouldn't be as hot as they are considering this is the 10th pair this week. (It's barely wednesday) and if you thought it would be easier to live your daily life sans underwear you are absolutely mistaken, König just takes that as an open invitation. Now he's not just bending you over to fuck you, he's on his knees for you, he's carrying you around bouncing you on his cock, he's absolutely insatiable. You're always late leaving the house, and you're starting to get in a habit of bending over every time he touches you. Probably should stop doing that, lest you get fucked somewhere less private.

#ghoul speaks #cod x reader #x reader #könig fanfiction #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig #könig x you #f!reader #mdni #many many thoughts #nasty boy

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startingfires · 25 days

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"i am everyone and everything all of the time" in i can't see anything i don't like about you vs "you can't be everything to everyone but you can be everything to someone" in all you get is confetti

many thoughts. none of them comprehensible.

#tracks 4 and 5 respectively #many many thoughts #bears in trees #how to build an ocean: instructions #ramblings of a rafaela

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cthoniccompanion · 27 days

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ok I can't sleep so hades 2 thoughts so far:

guys, I really love melinoe. She is such a darling protagonist and so easy to root for. I love all the ways she contrasts zag and all the ways she so clearly takes after him despite never knowing him. I want nothing but the best for her. My dorter

hecate is a babe. That is all

I gave a Nectar to hypnos and got the dialogue where he aaaalmost said a sentence in his sleep, and now I'm convinced the only way we're going to get him up is by giving him 10 Nectar. Funniest possible outcome. Man's not under a curse he's just eepy

I want to put Achilles and odysseus in a room together so unbelievably bad. Would KILL to see them have a conversation in this game (has anyone written patrochilles/odysseus hatefucking yet or)

I'm distressingly obsessed with moros. What do you MEAN Doom Incarnate is cute and articulate and soft spoken. What do you MEAN he bows at the waist when you salute him. What do you MEAN he gets flustered from offerings. I need Mel to peg him yesterday

I can defrost Nemesis. I believe in this. I also really love that Mel calls her "Nem" even though there's clear animosity, it's very sweet (and I'm Dying to know what their history is like)

GAM GAM HESTIA IS MY FAVOURITE OLYMPIAN. She is serving cookies and sending you off to war. Hephaestus is my favourite for the new boons since he's so far gotten me the furthest but I just fuckin love this sweet old wartime grandma

Also Artemis as our Thanatos is so clever! Such a cool way to evolve her role and to let Apollo step into the traditional boon-giving role. I wasn't expecting that but it's my favourite gameplay addition so far

I'm REALLY bad at the game so far. I'm partially blaming the framerate but also I feel like the difficulty spike at the beginning is worse than with hades og. Maybe that'll be curbed by unlocking more weapons?? Only time will tell

I miss zag so much that after I logged off I went and read a bunch of my fics from his pov :(

#blocking the reblogs to try and stave off spoilers #allie plays hades 2 #hades 2 spoilers #hades game #hades 2 #many many thoughts #expect many many more

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jahanmp4 · 9 months

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“Help”

“Why did you do this to me ?”

“I just want a peaceful life”

All of this written in broken/glitchy French, looted on the code disguised as Pomme

#qsmp #qsmp etoiles #head full #many many thoughts #are the codes fighting against their will ??

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cissa-calls · 5 months

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Rewatching Crimson Peak & Things of Focus and Notice:

As a child at her mothers funeral, Edith wears butterfly/moth earrings

Is the pen her father gifts her the one she later uses to stab Lucille? He describes the importance of having “The right tool for the job,” is that foreshadowing for gifting her the tool to begin her escape from Crimson Peak?

Is Edith wearing a butterfly hair clip when she dances the waltz with Thomas?

Lucille’s iconic crimson red gown is so detailed, so beautiful. It represents the skeletal ghosts with its spinal column along the back, crimson peak itself in color, the carapace of a bug on the sleeves and structure, and the upper bodice has trim that blooms outward (present similarly in her blue gown) but is bisected by buttons…creating a familiar shape…a moth?

The candle they hold during the waltz is held at the same level Edith holds her iconic candelabra, a subtle parallel

The trim on the collar of Lucille’s black dress references the spikes and trims of gothic architecture - which is very heavily featured in Allerdale Hall

Lucille says that: “At home we only have Black moths, formidable creatures but they lack beauty.” Knowing the parallel between her and moths, it implies that she sees herself as a survivor and powerful, but something no longer beautiful because of it

Lucille places the butterfly she holds directly into the ants, an action that’s brutal but quick. Is it foreshadowing to her execution of Edith’s death? Something quick for such a beautiful thing, done by her hand?

The LOOK Lucille gives Thomas when they realize Edith’s father knows their past. THE LOOK (JESSICA CHASTAIN YOUR ACTING)

“You seem the more collected one my dear” Lucille is called this. She always holds the mission undetered in her mind, as opposed to Thomas who seems more easily swayed by emotions

When Thomas breaks Edith’s heart by ripping apart her book. He says: “What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? A wounded bird to be nourished?” He is telling her exactly what he is. None of those things, none of the dreams she has built of him in her mind. Not with a past and life such as his.

The significance of gramophones and wax cylinders: it is what plays when Edith’s father is murdered, it is also what saves her from meeting the same fate

I want to know more about Lucille!! Her character is so rich, so so complex, she needs more screen time!!

Need a prop replica of the ring NOW

[the house] “is a privilege we were born into, one we can never relinquish” METAPHOR ALERT METAPHOR ALERT metaphor for the cycles of abuse and trauma they could not break

HOW THE FRICK did I MISS the fact that Thomas’ workshop is in the attic when that was where him and Lucille were locked up as children. SO MANY IMPORTANT SCENES HAPPEN THERE. So many significant to their past we never see, so many ghosts not visible but are so real and present to have caused this

The trail of smoke like red essence that emanates from the ghosts as they walk, like they are still bleeding

Lucille’s hair looks black in darker lighting, but a dark brunette in others. It’s provides a black, dark shroud when she’s in America, and catches more light when she’s in Allerdale Hall

“I like to think she can see us from up there. I don’t want her to miss a single thing we do.” UM MA’AM

“…in time, everything will be right” LUCILLE QUEEN OF FINAL OMINOUS STATEMENTS IN SCENES

The amount I WISH to explore this set. To pry apart each detail and pick apart each piece, so much of it had to be handcrafted pieces for the movie or vintage pieces sourced for it. LET ME IN

THE LIGHTING MUAH

The ghost in the hallway has a rope dragging behind her…is this a gory detail, or an allusion to how she may have died (if not by poison)?

The ghost in Edith’s dream is pointing, though it is never shown to what. Is it to the exit, her warning to leave as all the other ghosts try to do?

The children’s laughter after the presumed scream of their mother’s ghost as she is stabbed, is it just for creepy effect, or did Lucille and Thomas actually laugh after they murdered her?

The scar on Lucille’s lip? Never noticed it before!

Not the first time I’ve noticed it, but the act of her clutching hot steaming food with her bare hands is chilling every single time

Were the bodies of Thomas’s wives left in the vats of clay? I don’t know HOW I didn’t make that connection before, originally i thought it was merely for creepy effect.

Many people villainize Lucille and try to make Thomas out to be solely a victim. But as stated in the wax cylinder, he was fueled by his desire to pay for and make his machine. Him and Lucille are both complacent in using their victims money for their own gain

We need to bring Chatelaine’s back into fashion. That is all.

The scrape of the spoon over the porcelain cup, it screeches and is a subtle way that shows Lucille act of caring has a harshness to it, an unpleasant sound resulting from an otherwise pleasant action: tending to Edith

Such an interesting camera choice to have the camera focus in a circular inwards and outwards

also also Lucille has a temple scar on her forehead?

The small amount of glee Lucille takes saying Edith “thought [she] was was a writer” as she throws the pages to her novel in the fire.

The absolute deadpan, matter-of-fact-ness Lucille has to Edith when she signs the papers “you have nothing to live for” & “mercy killings.” This is a familiar repeated cycle

“Sign your name! Sign your bloody name!” Bloody is not just for emphasis. Edith’s name is soon to be nothing but blood

Lucille’s night gown sleeves as she flies down the stairs in pursuit - like a moths wings fluttering towards its prey

Lucille and Edith fought each other with bare feet on the stone and in the snow

Lucille is the only one of the two who knows how to start Thomas’s machine, because she was the one who witnessed it working

It is only the stab wound on Thomas’ face that bleeds and smokes when he is a ghost, perhaps because it is the wound that bears his betrayal by Lucille, reminiscent of tears of his lingering pain

Edith now has a facial scar, gifted to her by Lucille, who bore ones of her own. It is a passage, a continuing of the cycle, but it is its finale. It is Edith’s souvenir from Lucille, who took her own souvenir (her hair) from the other like a prize

#a very exhaustive list from my most recent rewatch of one of MY FAVORITE MOVIES #crimson peak #many many thoughts #lucille sharpe #edith cushing #thomas sharpe #cissarambles

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1hot-mess-express1 · 1 month

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Hii!!! 💕your post about nerdy men did something to me.

I don't think even Levi himself is aware of the power he holds because he's too busy rambling while you're still trying to recover. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Hmm, I see your oblivious Levi, and I raise you handsy Levi rambling about TSL

Walk with me here

You're perched on Levi's lap while he sits at his desk, the game long forgotten as he rambles about people's wrong opinions in his opinion about the character development in TSL or, more so, the perceived lack thereof. If you're being completely honest with yourself, however, you haven't been able to understand a word he's saying as his hand seems to have a mind of its own, reaching under your skirt and squeezing the fat of your thigh, everyone in a while brushing against your core. Meanwhile, his other hand is fully up your shirt, tracing circles over your hard nipple as you try desperately not to make any noises other than the occasional "uh huh," "yah," "mm?" in hopes that he doesn't catch on to the absolute wreck you've become thanks to him effectively teasing you for the last hour. He, however, is blissfully unaware of his movements as he continues to talk into your ear, lips grazing over the shell of it as his hot breath fans out over your neck. He can't help but be glad that his girlfriend is such a good listener when really you're just a slut for your absolute nerd of a man.

#I have so many thoughts #Many many thoughts #mmmm nerdy boys are just something else ISTG #levi obey me #levi x reader #leviathan smut #obey me leviathan #om! levi x reader #om! leviathan #Messyhasthots

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ickypuppi3 · 2 months

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once again thinking about billy growing up with his mom, the two of them running from neil and jumping from place to place to avoid him catching up with them and eventually settling somewhere for a bit and making it to 1983 but then the doorbell goes one day and it’s neil, so. they have to run again and end up in hawkins for some reason and bam! king steve meets mamas boy billy. flowery shirts, swim team ‘n all ..

#mamas boy billy Hellooooo ! cant get enough of it i am not kidding #role reversal but not really #many many thoughts #billy smiles more and steve is hooked like instantly and he’s weird about it that’s important to me he has to not be normal about billy #he’s not smiling at steve don’t get it twisted #billy hates him sort of they do not get on but there’s something between them for sure #he catches steve insulting his mom or something and that’s how their fight happens like not as bad obviously but it’s a situation #ickyspeaks #billy hargrove #harringrove #mamas boy billy & king steve

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miiyumei · 9 months

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picture this: the ED finishes up, but there’s still time left in the episode. we cut back to meursault where we find chuuya grumbling as he carries dazai to the exit. he stops, eyes grow wide; we hear the words “chuuya-sama, would you like to hear an android joke?”

cut to black as the sound of chuuya��s laughter builds in the background and the words “to be continued…” appear.

then the stormbringer adaptation gets announced !

#i am just talking to talk at this point #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #bsd season 5 #bungo stray dogs #bsd #skk #stormbringer #but also….. them saying to be surprised / watch til the end #and that this all has to do with chuuya / skk #many many thoughts

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pearlofyoureye · 1 month

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today on challengers related thoughts: art needs both of them to succeed at tennis; he needs the anger that feeling inferior to patrick inspires, and he needs tashi pushing him past his limits, which is why it’s totally misunderstanding the point of the film to say you’re “team art” or “team patrick”; it’s closer to their dynamics all being warped types of love than the typical love triangle where one party is stuck on who they love more.

#challengers film #art donaldson #tashi duncan #patrick zweig #many many thoughts

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chattahoochiecoochie · 1 year

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Plans, Plural

Summary: A Bengals athletic trainer gets a drink after work, with a few new friends.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is, if nothing else, a two thousand word build up for an uber pool joke. Is this turning into a series? Am I mentally ill like that? Maybe. A fluffy, funny bit of filler to get us where we want to go. Part one’s here.

“Yeah, two Blue Moons,” Joe’s voice catches as he looks at you.

“Guinness.” Your voice is quiet, hardly a whisper. You’d gotten water last time, so exhausted and dizzy you wouldn’t have been able to keep anything else down even if you’d wanted it.

“And a Guinness for her.” He turns his eyes back to the waitress, flashing a pearly white smile.

This is nice, and for a moment you forget the events that have led you here. For just a second it's only about the way he orders for you, the way he drove you three here, and how he’ll drive you home after. How Sam will walk you up to your apartment, hand in yours. You shake your head, fighting off the sense of familiarity.

It’s dizzying, how well orchestrated it is, how predictable they’ve made it feel. You’ve only been here once with them, after they’d teamed up on you in your exam room—but you feel absolutely certain that this will end the same as last time. They planned it that way. You shake your head. They planned it that way?

They must have, what with the way Sam was waiting for you tonight, standing outside your exam room, holding his bag in one hand, the other out to take yours. And the way he’d walked you out of the stadium, fingers intertwined with yours as he led you through the parking lot. And Joe with the way he had pulled his car into the west parking lot, just how he had the first time, sitting under the only broken light, waiting for the two of you.

You can hear the boys talking, kicking each other beneath the table while they wait for their beers to arrive, but its background noise, a faded sound. Your mind is racing. They planned this.

Joe had dropped you at the bar's door, with Sam at your side. He’d park the car and then he’d be right in, he’d said. And when the three of you had left last time, and you asked to be taken back to the stadium, Sam had laughed, and held you by the back of your neck. You were tired, and now you’d been drinking. They’d get you home, you could worry about your car tomorrow.

But I work early, you can hear yourself slurring as the memory plays. I’m in early tomorrow too, Joe says to you, rubbing his hand on your thigh. You just send me a text when you’re ready in the morning, and I’ll be by. Is that how they’d gotten your phone number?

There’d been a group message the next morning when you woke up. Joe was on his way, Sam wanted to know if they could stop for Starbucks. Want us to get you anything?

It had seemed like dominoes at the time, the eventuality of progressing circumstance. But they had planned it, hadn’t they? You want to be worried, to hesitate, to ask them why, but you’re cornered anyways, and it’s so nice to let someone else be in control for once, to have a plan at all.

“And a Guinness for you honey. Can I get y’all anything else for now?” You blink slowly, reaching out for the beer that's been placed in front of you.

“I think we’re set, thank you.”

“So Guinness, huh?” With the waitress gone, Sam puts a hand on your knee, leaning over to look closely at your drink.

“They taste good.” You look up at him, very aware of how he’s pinned you inside the booth by taking the outer seat.

“Oh is that right?” He leans against you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll find out later then.” So he’ll kiss you goodnight this time too, then?

“Have you always liked stout?”

Why does every guy always ask? “My dad—” And why are you giving him your practiced response? You fall short, letting your mouth quirk into half a pout.

“Your dad what?” They’re both looking at you, eyes wide with interest that must be real because it’s too intense to be manufactured.

“My dad always had some, uh, growing up. My first beer was Guinness.” You laugh, when Joe quirks a brow with curiosity. “Some friends and I had some at a sleepover after my parents had gone to bed. Spent the whole night puking in my bathroom.” You don’t tell people that part, and you’re not sure why it comes so easy in front of them.

“I threw up my first time too. Half a case of natty lights.”

You and Joe both groan loudly at the thought of it. You glance at him briefly, wondering if he is also tasting every cheap college beer and the memory tied to it. When he pretends to gag, you decide that he must be.

“Bringing back memories Joey?” Sam grins, swigging from his glass quickly before sliding it to the end of the table, empty.

And suddenly, that's it. Whatever you’ve been holding onto in your mind simply slips from your reach. Before you know it, you are sliding your glass to meet his at the end of the table, leaning over Sam’s lap as you try not to spit up your last sip—overwhelmed with laughter as Joe recounts the worst college party his memory has to offer. What had you wanted to ask earlier?

It doesn’t matter, you decide, feeling a sense of finality about it. Sam is kissing you on the forehead, and you are vaguely aware that beneath the table, he has Joe by the hand. This is nice, this is good. And Joe’s getting you another beer, so now’s not the time to interrupt anyways.

“And he’ll take another Blue Moon, too.”

“Sounds good, can I get y’all anything to snack on?” She’s chipper, the young woman standing at the end of the table.

You shake your head at Joe, almost instinctively. Why are you letting him speak for you?

“No, we're all good. We’ll close too, if that’s okay.” He turns away from you, speaking to the waitress with a pointed voice you didn’t know he could manage. There's control in his tone, in his affect. That’s why.

“I’m gonna hit the bathroom, and then I’ll go get the car.” Beneath the table, Joe pats your knee firmly before sliding out of the booth.

“Alright, we’ll walk your way when we’re done here. You on 17th?”

Already walking away, Joe nods, back turned to them.

“Better drink up then baby, we’ve got some walking to do.” Sam lifts your glass from the table, holding it out for you to take. There's half a pint left, most of it warm now after how much the three of you had talked. Better that way, anyhow.

Grazing his hand you take the glass from him, breathing in through your nose as you sip the last of it quickly. With the back of your hand you wipe your mouth, slamming the heavy cup onto the table, back into the ring of condensation it had left behind.

“Wanna race?” You’re grinning, holding back a hiccup as you stare him down.

“I think I’ve had dreams about you.” He’s breathless, looking at you with vague wonder before pressing a kiss to your lips. He slides away from you on the seat, letting you follow the kiss right out of the booth until you're both standing on the sticky bar floor, you with your back pressed to the column dividing your booth from the one before it, and him with a knee between your legs, daring you to move against him.

Eyes closed, you sink against the narrow wall, sighing against his mouth as he slips his tongue over your lips. He’s scratchy today, having let his facial hair grow out since the last time. It’s ticklish, the rough sensation kind of—

“Boo!” You freeze, eyes wide when Sam lets go of you, spinning on his heel. In front of you, Joe is looking delightfully guilty.

With a quick hand, he pats Sam on the backside, before making off on quick feet for the door. “Last one to the car loses!”

“Absolutely not.” Sam turns back to you, face set. “You and I will race another day, okay?”

Before you can answer or even think, he’s got you off the floor, slung over his shoulder with your feet in the air. With one arm on your back and the other wrapped around your thighs, he sprints for the door with heavy steps. It takes everything in you not to shriek as the night air hits you, whistling in your ears as he runs.

He’s not fast, at least not fast enough but it's shocking how uninhibited he is by the weight of you in his arms. Shrieking and squealing, you are tossed around as he covers the first city block, and then the second.

You know you’ve lost, before he even begins to slow down. The heavy sound of him breathing, and the growing volume of Joe’s laughter as you get closer is telling enough.

“Shut up.” Sam is fully gasping as his steps become shorter. At a slow walk, with his chest heaving, he maneuvers you, bringing you down to brace against his chest for a moment before holding you out. “You take her, dick.”

Laughing loudly, Joe appears beside you, arms out to catch you. “We gotta get your cardio up, goddamn.”

With a grunt, Sam drops you against Joe, stepping back to catch his breath fully. The transfer is awkward, and you’re trying to find a reason for it at all—the car is right there.

Sensing you squirming in against him, Joe turns his attention to you, coughing on the last bit of a quiet chuckle. “You think you got it?” He lets you slip slowly from his arms. That’s why.

The ground feels shaky beneath you, and Jesus, your head is pounding. Stumbling, you reach for something to grab, coming up with a fistful of Joe’s shirt. You cling to him, hiccuping and shaking. It feels as though you’ve just been spun in a blender, or rinsed out on a spin cycle.

“I gotcha.” He’s laughing again, head tossed back as he takes you by the forearm. “Let’s get you in the car.”

With your eyes shut, you let him lead you around the car. Staggering blindly, you feel for the passenger seat of his Porsche, sinking into it as slowly as he’ll let you. Safely inside, with your hands gripping the leather, you brace against the headrest.

Pulling the belt across your shoulder, Joe presses a kiss to your forehead, wearing a smirk you can feel. And with the belt clicked into place, you feel him move away. “I’ll be right back.”

“Mmm.”

Minutes later, after the muffled sound of them play fighting outside the car has ceased, and Sam is safely crumpled on the backseat, Joe returns, this time to sit beside you. Hand on your thigh he looks at you sideways, curious.

“I’m good.” You try for a smile, wondering if the silence from the back is any indication of how much worse off Sam must be.

“Let’s get you home then. Sam, seatbelt, please.”

A grunt comes from behind you, followed by a loud fumbling and then finally, the click of the belt as it locks into place.

“Excellent.” Joe lets his hand run up your leg before settling his hold at the top of your thigh, where your own hands are now folded in your lap.

“Uber pool is crazy, huh?” He deadpans, jaw set.

“This is me.” You say it over your shoulder, fumbling with your keys as you consider the fact that he already knows that, having brought you to your door the last time. If he does remember, he doesn’t say.

Standing beside you, he leans against the wall when you get the door open finally, hand out to touch your waist.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” It’s phrased like a question but if the tone of familiarity is anything to go off, you know it's not. You nod anyway, lingering against his touch.

He pauses for a moment, looking at you with a glint in his eye. Before you can second guess it, his mouth is on yours, brief and sweet. He’s trying for gentle, it seems, fingers ghosting over your hip as he steps back from you.

“In the morning?” Just like last time?

“That’s the plan, pretty girl.” That’s the plan. That’s the plan.

You’re still rolling the words around in your mouth when you finally lock the door behind yourself, sinking against it with a blush on your face and a girlish squeal threatening to break loose. They planned it.

A/N: Part three is right here.

#hmm #many thoughts #many many thoughts #mostly why has no one plotted on me like this #hm? whats the reason?#chattahoochiecoochie writes #joe burrow #sam hubbard #joe burrow and sam hubbard #joe burrow x reader #sam hubbard x reader #bengals #nfl fic #joe burrow fic #sam hubbard fic #joe burrow fluff

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