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“I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change. I am changing the things I cannot accept.”
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ONE NIGHT ONLY ˙⋆✮Pt.2
Plot: Jimmy falls in love with a stripper??
Pairings: Jimmy x stripper/alana
Warnings: SMUTTTTTT
The next day, Alana was backstage at a wrestling event in Vegas working one of her side jobs VIP hosting for special events.
The money was good, the hours were flexible, and honestly she liked changing things up.
She was checking names on a guest list when she felt somebody looking at her.
She glanced up.
Jimmy.
He was standing a few feet away in a black hoodie and chain, frozen in place.
Looking confused.
Then his eyes narrowed.
Then widened.
Then narrowed again.
"...Wait."
Alana slowly raised an eyebrow.
"Shit."
Jimmy pointed at her.
"Nah, hold on."
He walked closer.
"I know you."
Alana folded her arms immediately, already fighting a smile.
"You know me?"
"I do."
He squinted.
"...Right?"
She just stared at him.
Jimmy stared back.
Then his face dropped.
"Oh my God."
Alana started laughing.
"Oh my God what?"
"You laughing already that means I fucked up."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Aight...look."
He leaned closer.
"I was drunk drunk that night."
Alana looked offended on purpose.
"Oh wow."
"Nah wait, don't do that."
Jimmy started laughing.
"I remember meeting you."
He pointed at her.
"I remember thinking you was fine."
She rolled her eyes.
"I remember laughing."
Another point.
"And I remember not wanting you to walk away."
His face twisted.
"...After that it's kinda blurry."
Alana looked at him with fake disbelief.
"So you don't remember me?"
Jimmy looked at her for a long second.
Then smiled slowly.
"Nah."
He stepped closer.
"I remember your face."
His eyes stayed on hers.
"I remember your smile."
Another step.
"And I definitely remember your name."
Alana blinked.
"...You do?"
He grinned.
"Alana."
Now she was the one caught off guard.
He really remembered.
Jimmy smiled wider seeing her expression.
"See? Thought I forgot everything, huh?"
She narrowed her eyes.
"I still haven't decided if I'm mad at you."
Jimmy shrugged.
"Aight."
He leaned against the wall beside her.
"So let me make it up to you."
Alana looked over.
"How?"
Jimmy smiled.
"Go out with me tonight."
She stared at him.
"...That's your plan?"
"Absolutely."
He nodded seriously.
"I'm starting over."
He held his hand out dramatically.
"What's up, I'm Jimmy."
Alana stared at him for two seconds before laughing so hard she had to turn away.
And Jimmy just stood there smiling because at that point, he already knew he was getting somewhere.
Later that night, Jimmy picked Alana up, and from the second she got in the car he looked over and just stared.
Alana caught him immediately.
"...What?"
Jimmy shook his head slowly.
"Nah."
"What?"
He looked back at the road.
"Nothing."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Jimmy."
He looked over dramatically.
"You always look good?"
Alana laughed and leaned back in her seat.
"Boy bye."
He smiled to himself.
The Strip was alive.
Lights flashing everywhere.
People packed onto sidewalks.
Music spilling from every direction.
Jimmy had somehow turned a simple night out into chaos.
He insisted they stop for giant frozen drinks.
Then somehow ended up arguing with her over who had worse dancing.
"You cannot dance," Alana said between laughs.
Jimmy looked offended.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"Alana...be serious."
She crossed her arms.
"I am serious."
Jimmy grabbed her hand and pulled her closer dramatically.
"Nah. We're settling this right now."
"What are you doing?!"
"Come on."
Music was playing outside from somewhere nearby and Jimmy started dancing right there on the sidewalk.
Badly.
Purposely badly.
Alana stared at him.
Then burst out laughing.
Full laughing.
Head back laughing.
And Jimmy immediately smiled.
Hours later the crowds started thinning out.
The noise felt farther away.
Jimmy drove them somewhere quieter, somewhere overlooking the city lights.
Vegas stretched out below them like stars scattered across the ground.
For once he wasn't talking.
Alana leaned against the railing beside him.
Jimmy looked over at her.
"You know something?"
She looked up.
"What?"
He shrugged.
"I kinda like starting over."
She smiled a little.
"Starting over?"
"Yeah."
He looked at her.
"The first night I was drunk." He laughed softly. "Tonight I actually got to know you."
Alana looked at him for a second.
Jimmy reached over slowly and laced his fingers with hers.
The city lights reflected in her eyes as she looked back at him.
Neither of them said anything.
They didn't really need to.
Alana held his gaze, then rose on her toes and pressed her mouth against his.
His lips parted against hers, and the kiss deepened slow, tasting the leftover sweetness of frozen drinks and the heat of the night.
His hand slid from her hand to her waist, pulling her against him.
She gasped softly into his mouth as her body met his.
The fabric of her dress was thin, and she could feel every ridge of muscle under his shirt.
Jimmy broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her lips, "We don't have to"
"Shut up," she whispered, and kissed him again.
This time there was no hesitation.
His hands roamed her back, sliding down to grip her hips, fingers digging into the curve of her ass through the dress.
She arched into him, and he groaned low in his throat.
He broke the kiss again, breathing heavy. "Not here. Car."
Alana nodded, her hand slipping down to grab his, leading him back to the rental.
The parking area was secluded, barely any light, just the distant glow of Vegas below.
He opened the back door and she slid in first, pulling him in after her.
The door clicked shut, muffling the world.
Inside, the air was thick.
Jimmy leaned over her, one hand braced against the seat, the other finding the zipper on the side of her dress.
He pulled it down slowly, deliberately, the sound cutting through the silence.
Alana's breath hitched as the fabric loosened. She shrugged the straps off, letting the dress fall to her waist.
Her boobs were bare underneath, no bra.
Jimmy's eyes went dark.
"Fuck," he breathed.
She reached up and pulled him down, kissing him hard.
Jimmy's fingers were warm against hers, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of her hand.
She turned her head to look at him.
His jaw was relaxed, but she could see the slight smile at the corner of his lips.
She didn't say anything.
She just squeezed his hand once, and he turned to meet her gaze.
The teasing was gone, replaced by something darker, thicker.
His eyes dropped to her mouth, lingered there, then lifted back to hers.
"Alana," he said, his voice rough and low, barely above a whisper.
She didn't answer with words.
She just leaned in, her lips brushing his, a soft, experimental touch.
He didn't move, letting her control the pace, but she felt his breath hitch.
Encouraged, she pressed more firmly, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips.
He opened for her, and the kiss deepened, slow and searching, tasting of the frozen drinks they'd had hours ago.
Jimmy's free hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek.
He tilted her head, angling for a deeper connection, and she sighed into his mouth.
The sound seemed to break something in him.
His grip on her hand tightened, and he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers.
She could feel the heat of him through his shirt, the solid wall of his chest against her breasts.
He broke the kiss, breath heavy. "We should—" he started, but she shook her head, cutting him off by pulling him into another, hungrier kiss.
Her hands slid up his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt, and she arched into him, letting him feel her need.
"Not here," she murmured against his lips, though her body screamed otherwise.
He nodded, his forehead resting against hers. "My hotel is closer." His hand slid down her arm, fingers lacing with hers again.
The ride to the hotel was a blur of neon reflections and quiet tension.
She kept her hand on his thigh, her fingers tracing patterns over the denim, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.
He drove one-handed, his other hand alternating between the steering wheel and her knee, squeezing occasionally, like he needed to remind himself she was real.
The hotel was extravagant, a clean living room with a couch that looked barely used and a kitchen that showed signs of a fun night.
But Alana didn't notice any of that. Her attention was on the way Jimmy's hands were already moving, unbuttoning his shirt as he kicked the door shut behind them.
He paused, looking at her. "You sure?"
Alana answered by stepping closer, her hands sliding under his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders.
The fabric fell to the floor, and she ran her palms over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin.
"Fuck, Alana," he breathed, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him.
She could feel his hardness through his jeans, pressing against her stomach, and a jolt of heat shot through her core.
She reached down, palming him through the denim.
He groaned, his hips bucking into her hand.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he muttered, his mouth finding her neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin just below her ear.
"Show me."
That was all the permission he needed.
His hands dropped to the hem of her dress, bunching it up over her hips.
She wasn't wearing panties.
He froze for a second, his breath catching, then he let out a low, guttural curse.
"You planned this," he said, his voice ragged.
She smirked, her hands working on the button of his jeans. "Maybe."
He pushed her dress up further, over her head, leaving her completely bare from the waist down.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. "I need to taste you." It wasn't a question.
She spread her legs willingly, one hand bracing on his shoulder as he leaned in.
His tongue was warm and firm, sliding through her folds, gathering the moisture that had already started to coat her.
She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, as he licked her with deliberate slowness, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue before pulling back.
"Jimmy," she breathed, a plea.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark, his chin glistening. "Yeah, baby?"
"Please."
He grinned, then buried his face between her thighs, his tongue flicking and circling her clit in a rhythm that had her legs trembling.
She cried out, her knuckles white in his hair, as he sucked and licked, his moans vibrating against her sensitive flesh.
She was close already, too close, but she didn't want to come like this. She wanted him inside her.
She tugged at his hair, pulling him away. "Stand up."
He rose, his lips slick with her, and she shoved his jeans and boxers down his hips.
His dick sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, watching his face as he bit his lip, his eyes half-closed.
"Bedroom?" she asked.
"Couch is closer."
She laughed, but she didn't argue.
She turned, bending over the arm of the couch, presenting her ass and her wet, waiting pussy.
The position was obscene, vulnerable, and she heard Jimmy's sharp intake of breath.
"Fuck, Alana."
He stepped up behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his dick to her entrance.
He dragged the head through her folds, coating it in her slickness, and then pushed in, filling her in one slow, steady thrust.
She cried out, her body arching, as he stretched her what he didn't know about her was she's a virgin.
He paused, letting her adjust, his fingers digging into her hip.
"You feel even better than I imagined," he said, his voice strained.
"You imagined this?"
He pulled out almost completely, then thrust back in, harder. "Every night since I met you."
His rhythm started slow, deep, but it didn't stay that way.
The need built, and soon he was pounding into her, his balls slapping against her clit with every drive.
She matched his pace, pushing back against him, her moans turning into broken cries.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles.
She was on the edge again, and this time she let herself fall.
Her orgasm crashed through her, her inner walls clenching around his cock, and she screamed his name.
He kept fucking her through it, his own release building.
He pulled out, turning her around, and dropped to his knees again, burying his face in her a second time, licking her clean, tasting her cum on his tongue.
"Jimmy—" she gasped, oversensitive.
He looked up, stroking himself. "I want to cum on your face."
The words hung in the air, raw and honest.
She didn't hesitate.
She slid down to the floor, kneeling in front of him, her mouth open, her tongue out.
He took himself in hand, stroking fast, his eyes locked on hers.
With a low groan, he came, hot ropes of cum spattering across her lips and cheeks.
She closed her eyes, letting it coat her, and when he was done, she licked her lips, tasting him.
He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, both of them breathing hard.
His hand came up, wiping his cum from her cheek, then he kissed her, tasting himself on her mouth.
"Shit," he whispered.
She smiled, curling into him. "Not bad for a restart."
Friendly reminder to myself and everyone else who may struggle writing for whatever reason: At least we don't use AI. 🖊
WWE Collage Themed- Roman in a Suit
Looking at these pictures makes me realize that the issue with his new teeth is the length, these veneers looked perfect on him because they matched the natural shape and length of his real teeth.
omg thats literally it. my dad says im crazy but his current ones dont fit his face and mouth correctly.
i have another muse!
(its a 🌽 ⭐️ though, will y’all read? lol)
can i also mention hes our batshit crazy antagonist for blurred lines that flips the genre from strictly romance to a romance thriller?
you didnt hear that from me though..
i have another muse!
(its a 🌽 ⭐️ though, will y’all read? lol)
I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)
sets & reps pt.2 — tyriq withers.
pairing ⁀➷ cameron cade x plus-size black reader!
synopsis ⁀➷ cameron can’t contain himself when you’re stretched out like that.
song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘yoga’ by janelle monae ft. jidenna & ‘pretzel’ by ari lennox.
word count + warnings ⁀➷ 1.6k || 18+, nsfw content, no minors. mating press, pervy cam, foul language, pet names, floor sex, body appreciation, squirting.
‘flip me, fold me, you put it in a pretzel.’
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your boyfriend cameron was the textbook definition of a pervert.
it was sickening, honestly.
the air in your home is thick due to the thirty-minute workout session you were finishing up. but it seemed as if the temperature of cameron’s body was in stiff competition with the surrounding climate.
today was supposed to consist of a peaceful workout session without any interruption. unfortunately for you, cameron cade was home earlier than usual. he’d been spending a lot of time at the gym in your shared apartment building. he helped newcomers of the gym train and build a workout routine for their bodies. and cameron truly enjoyed his side hustle. he already had a passion for exercise he and helping others find their way through a fitness journey gave him more of a purpose.
meanwhile, you’d been getting into the practice of yoga while in the comfort of your home. you found the exercise relaxing, but wanted to try a little at home before you joined a studio with a group and teacher. how embarrassing would it be if you caught a charley house in the middle of class? today was day five of your beginners yoga routine. you’d done research online to create a personal routine of your own, searching through tiktok, google and even reddit to research the history and benefits of the exercise. each day was completed while cameron was away at work. he’d usually finish up with his clients later in the evening, but he’d come to your place way before you were done.
your feet swing back and forth innocently as you giggle at your boyfriend’s surprised face. “what’s wrong cam?”
“i’m just trynna figure out since when do you do yoga?”
you shrug. “it’s something i wanted to try. i wanted to change up my workout regime some, you know?”
“you liking it?”
“yeah,” you sigh, beginning to stand and roll the mat up from the floor. “it’s real relaxing.”
“you done working out already?” cameron looks as if his heart has been broken. it makes you laugh more before you stop picking the items up.
“i’ve been doing this since before you left, cameron. my session is over.”
he smacks his lips, pushing off the wall and walking over to you as you sit in a squatted position. “let me help you. show me how you’ve been working out.”
you squint. “help me?”
“yeah, maybe i can fix something for you.”
“you don’t know anything about yoga, cameron,” you’re giggling, truly enjoying how cameron found interest in the new hobby of yours.
“aye, don’t doubt me,” he’s chuckling, eyes hungrily analyzing over your workout attire.
you were at home today, you didn’t see the need to wear a full athleisure set when you would just get all sweaty and uncomfortable in it. you instead threw on some stretchy tan shorts, a pair that rode up your ass with your every move, and added a dark brown tank as your top. no bra or panties as they could be restricting. your nipples poke through and the outline of your fat pussy is evident in those shorts.
“well, come on then. show me what you got, cam. do you worst.”
and the worst is what he does.
stretching your body was the start to you and cameron’s workout. you rolled out another yoga mat for him, and he sat right beside you. you led the session. extending your thick thighs and strong calf’s out, explaining the importance of slowly stretching your body out.
next, you moved onto to holding poses. you took it easy on cameron, not giving him any crazy poses, as he wouldn’t be able to hold his balance so easily. you sorted through as many as you could remember. mountain pose, easy pose, warrior 1, revolved triangle—you go through them all, making sure to inhale and exhale deeply throughout the duration of the exercises.
occasionally, you’d lose cameron’s focus, he’d been staring off at your hips as they moved fluidly, able to twist and turn without any struggle. you’d laugh and correct him, helping the distracted young man to pay attention again. it’s when you begin to form the downward facing dog pose that you realized exactly what cameron’s plan was.
the warmth of his hard-on pressing against the middle of your pussy caused you to yelp. you hadn’t even noticed he’d moved from his yoga mat, hands now caressing your backside silently. you nudge him away, an elbow in his stomach as you chuckle in disbelief.
“you tricked me!”
and cameron’s playing coy. “what’chu talking about, baby?”
“you know what i’m talking about, cameron cade, don’t play with me. you don’t care about yoga, you’re just trying to fuck me.”
cameron can no longer hide his true intentions, lips beginning to slide across the side of your face as he grinds into you more. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. do you think you can show me your favorite position, mama?”
the mating press was not a yoga pose, but somehow, your boyfriend cameron gets you folded into the position. it’s disgusting how easily he could mold you into mush with just the work of his two bare hands. you hold onto the bottom of your smooth soles for support, while your knees practically touch your shoulders from how far back you’re pent. and cameron’s right above you. on his knees with hips roughly dropping against you in a consistent rhythm.
the pair of nike dri-fit shorts he wore hangs off his waist a bit, just enough for the end of his happy trail to show and the beginning of his pubic hair to peak through. you can hardly breath. only able to inhale whatever air cameron allows—and even then, it isn’t much. he’s on your case, scorching body dripping with streams of sweat as he works you out. he’s so sexy from your angle. he was sexy in general, but the droplets of perspiration gliding down his chest and through his rippled abs had you dizzy.
“that pussy noisy, girl. you getting so creamy for me.”
obscene squelches sound from the both of you as your drenched cunt encapsulates cameron’s dick. you grip his shaft like a pinky promise, pulling him tighter and tighter each time his hips rise. you raise your head just to catch a glimpse of the magic cameron was working.
“oh, my god, cam, yesss, keep fucking me like that, baby, yes,” you cry out, holding the position as best as you could. you were flexible, but not indestructible.
a coating of your white elixir covers the shaft of cameron’s dick as he begins to switch positions, now pressing his weight on you completely. he’s holding your legs behind his head, continuing to pound you into the damp yoga mat on the floor. your stomach folds from the applied pressure, those rolls on your side protrude in the process.
“so fucking perfect, you so fucking perfect, baby.”
he rambles in amazement about your body, always in awe at your curves, but the sight of your body contorted in this position fucks him up completely. you were fucking thick. no surprise there, it’s just jaw dropping to him at how easily you bend and twist. you didn’t give him a hard time, you got into the position and held it together like the good girl you were.
he fucking loved you. and cameron doesn’t let you forget it.
“i love you, mama, love how good you feel.”
“ahhh, fuck, yesss, cameron,” you’re basically crying at this point, staring up at him in pure amazement. “love you more, daddy, love you so much more.”
the air surrounding you is thick, heavy and dense. you and cameron both recently finished your respective workouts, and now here you were with a part two to the session. both bodies practically glued together as the sweat and stickiness molds you into one.
cameron moves rougher now—a mad man on a mission. his dick incessantly slamming into you, balls slapping the end of your ass, splashing the mix of juices along both you and cameron’s lower halves. his fingertips intertwine with yours, pinning you down further as he plants his face against yours. he goes stupid. lips parted open as he mouth breathes, eyes searching all over your face for the pleasure you both share. it’s quiet for a beat, the both of you rendered silent as the way you collide snatches away your vocabulary.
you break the silence first, vibrating in cameron’s mouth as your jaw goes slack and you begin to tremble. “fuck, fuck, fuck, cammmm, i’m cumming, i’m cumming.”
it makes cameron speak, voice deep in the back of his throat as you push him into full gear. he could feel the pit forming in the bottom of his stomach as your pussy pulsates around his dick. “you gripping me so fucking tight, can barely move in this motherfucka. why your pussy so tight, baby?”
he asks as if you had the answer, but all you can do is cry out. “don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me baby, please.”
cameron folds his lips inward as his hips begin to jackhammer into you, it makes your entire body move right along with him as you hold onto the back of his strong neck for help. “yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
your ocean of a pussy pushes cameron’s dick out you completely. you begin to soak the mat as you shake and wail. cameron watches in shock for only a second before gripping his dick to slap it directly onto your throbbing clit. it makes a bigger mess at your juices splash into his face and all over your lower half. cameron tugs on his dick a few times before he’s joining you in the climax, hot cum spurting onto your chubby stomach until he’s completely undone.
“argh, fuck, shit, fuckkkk, baby.”
namaste indeed.
oo sista you did that!!
a fyi, next chapter of blurred lines will have no tags based on this snippet below. just to give you a gist on whats happening in the rest of the series.
don’t know when you’ll get this just yet.
bro my fc for spoiled rotten just announced her pregnancy thank god i’ll have baby material!!!!!!
i know i say this often but i cannot say it loud enough: people who comment on fics, people who reblog posts and engage with fanworks are the people who generate community and without them fandom would be nowhere, so truly thank you for your presence, you make the world go 'round <3
you have no idea how you did it but somehow the club promoter had the hots for you.
you decided for the first time in months, at the behest of your inner feelings, wanted to go out and dance at the club.
you figured you'd have to be on the dancefloor, but were suddenly whisked to a section that already had bottles and the hookah for your friends.
he would saunter to the table, asking everyone if they liked the table. he only stared at you the entire time, like he was waiting for your approval.
"do you do this for everyone or im just that pretty?" you playfully asked, not expecting a real answer.
"yeah, you're definitely that pretty. if y'all need anything just let me know." his grillz shined as he spoke, confidence dripping off of his tongue.
every now and then he would play songs that you liked, causing you to of course sing and dance in the section with your friends.
you weren't really a drinker, so the sodas and water kept pouring for you and you only. everyone else only got more if you asked a waiter for more.
by the time the club would close the man sauntered back over, everyone except you now drunk and ready to go.
"next time you come in here by yourself, i'll treat you much better. you babysitting everybody here i couldn't even ask you to dance." the man kept a respectful distance, though his minty fresh breath wafted your face.
"yeah? ion even know your name." he smirked as he got closer, licking his lips.
"its jacob mama, and you could wear it out anytime."
you shook your head as you were now being walked out of the club, waving at the male.
you were def coming back to the club just for him.
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something short and sweet, hope y’all like it! you might get something like this for damn near everyone this weekend.
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
Hey Potato, cure my -ing cold so I can have a good time while away.
Here's the potato. Make what use of it you will. :)
God I need this so bad for my Midterm so please let this work again for me.
I could use some luck
in waiting on college acceptance letters. PLEASE GOLD POTATO.
I figure there's no harm in trying lol
do y’all still want spoiled rotten? because im losing the interest for it..
it’s hard writing this into a multipart series.
the first time you walked in on your cousins bf naked you barely even saw anything but bare ass.
you didn't shriek, obviously. but seeing his bare asscheeks spooked you. you let out a sharp breath, the towels you had in your hand falling in a soft thud.
though cody? didnt react as such. he just chuckled, slowly wrapping himself with one of the towels. "if i didnt know how innocent you were, i would've though you did that on purpose."
"i-im so sorry!" you quietly spoke, backpedaling out of the room super quick. your heart was in your ass, rubbing your chest once you were in the safety of your room.
a part of you was super embarrassed, wanting to cover yourself in a invisibility cloak forever. but the other part of you…
…wanted it to happen again.
and a month later, it just so happened again.
it was late, and no one was home. you were so half asleep you wandered into your cousins bathroom instead of yours.
seeing your cousins man, in his full naked glory woke you the entire fuck up. it also didnt help that cody stared at you like you were a piece of meat.
dammit, you forgot you were only wearing a very old tank top and a thong. and your titties were barely contained in said tank top.
instead of saying sorry this time, you opted on taking a look on the wild side.
and if 'the wild side' meant covering your mouth as codys massive length pumped in and out of you, whispering in your ear about how much tighter and wetter you were than your cousin? than so be it.
you hated that bitch anyway.
Writing all the tension that comes before the smut:
Writing the smut:
Writing the fun things and dynamics after the smut:
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