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floating on yellow glazed terracotta above nothing - SlimeKnight subspace softness

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bird cage - Gribeans forcefem fingering

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kenneled - vampris PearlCleo knot cage vaugely puppy play oral fix

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Should we hooks up? (How many shots in an ounce?) - Majorbeans drunken horsecock thigh fucking

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[four-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

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Lovebitten NSFW DD Fic C/W: Watersports

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Owen's never had wine before. He's never really had the chance: not only could he dream of affording even the cheap swill the tavern's serve, but getting someone to take his coin would be a truly herculean labour. So he resigned himself to the occasional ale, the odd keg fallen off a wagon by the woods his shack resides in once in a blue moon, and water, plenty of water, comfortable in never having a glass of wine. It's not even something he's been keen to try - it's for normal people to drink. Not him. Yet the mayor of Oakhurst is currently searching his cellar of no doubt fine vintages and blood [mostly blood he imagines] to fetch the lowly lumberjack a glass like a common servant. It baffles him. That Louis would let him in at his sudden arrival - he did miss him dearly and today had been particularly arduous but Owen still expects to be turned away - let alone get him seated in the fine leather chair and rush to fetch him a drink, leaving him in a quiet stupor of his own stewing mind. He knows by now Louis has no ulterior motives, he just appreciates his company and companionship. ...