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osamusriceballs · 7 months
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Kinktober Day 19 <3
Daichi x fingering
Warnings: NSFW, fem reader
Words: ~ 1,2 k
Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day
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"You know that you can tell me to stop anytime, okay, baby?"
His voice is soothing and his face surprisingly soft when he closes the handcuffs around your wrists. "Yes," you nod and stay perfectly still as he professionally adjusts them until they are tightly wrapped around your wrists, tight, yet not tight enough to hurt. His hands move to your hips and turn your body around until you face him.
"You've been doing so good." His lips press against your neck and hot air meets your skin when he exhales through his nose, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I haven't done anything," you release a small breathless laugh when his hands settle on your hips and his lips still linger on your neck. "And you don't have to. Just leave it all to me." He settles down behind you and makes himself comfortable, his legs now entangled with yours while he presses your back against his chest. You sit perfectly straight, your body tensed when he slightly lifts your shirt and brings both hands under the fabric. His fingertips feel so warm against your skin, he's like a heater and you subtly try to push your body a bit closer to him. You ache to touch him, to see him, but he stays in his position behind you.
"Thank you for trusting me with this." His hands move up to your chest while he's talking, his fingers grazing against your bare chest, and you're sure that he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his fingers. "I trust you with everything, Sawamura." You slightly gasp when his fingers circle around your hardened buds, a deep content breath leaving his lips at your words. Your thighs clench together, your muscles tense while you suppress the urge to shift your body until you can hump his thigh.
Daichi can feel you tense in front of him, his hands now releasing your nipples and coming to your sides to rub them soothingly. "Relax, baby. Just let me take care of you." His right hand moves between your legs, the palm firmly pressing against your clit while his fingers slide down to your entrance. "Just relax for me, baby."
You arch your hips against his hand and breathlessly exhale when the motion makes your body ache with need. You're certain that he noticed the slight wet patch on your panties but decided not to comment on it. Instead, his fingers rub against it, ever so slightly pushing inside of you. The friction of his palm sends tingles of excitement though your body, the grinding motion making you feel so good. Your body feels hotter at his touch, soft moans leaving your lips while he rubs against you.
Your head comfortable rests on his shoulder, your chest arched into the air, your nipples clearly visible under the sheer shirt- a sight that he almost couldn't tear his eyes away, if it wasn't for the way your hips kept humping his hand. A relieved sigh leaves your lips when he moves his palm in a faster rhythm that increases the friction and you almost forget about your tied hands as you try to reach for him, unsuccessfully. Your lips part slightly when a finger prods at your entrance, your eyes falling shut as he inches the finger slowly inside of you. There is barley any resistance when he pushes inside, further and further, until the finger is buried deep inside, wetness coating it and making it easier to slowly pump inside of you. He dips his head until his lips meet your neck and he softly nibbles on the exposed skin. "Sawamura-" you gasp when he slowly starts to pump the finger inside of you, your hands balling into fists while your body clumsily tries to arch further into his fingers. "Does it feel good?" he mumbles against your skin, opening his mouth to bite you softly. "So good, so good," you turn your head into his direction and he manages to tilt his face until you both look at each other's eyes, the sudden intense eye-contact making heat rush to your cheeks. You feel your eyes growing wide when he suddenly pushes another finger inside, slightly rougher than before, yet so good.
Daichi uses your surprise to press his lips against yours and to gently insert his tongue inside your mouth. You kiss him back, messily, while his other hand is wrapped around your waist and holding you as close as he can. The way he now steadily pumps his fingers inside of you, curling them just at the right time- it makes you writhe in his arms, while your body subconsciously chases for your high.
"Don't squirm so much, baby," he whispers against your lips when you can't stop moving against his fingers. "Can't stop- feels so good," you pant, trying to ride his fingers, even though you can barely move in your position. "Just a bit more," he pumps his fingers faster, hitting just the right spot that makes your toes curl and your breath stock for a second.
His hand moves up to your breast and starts to palm your tit, until you loudly moan his name and cry our from pleasure. The combined feeling of his fingers curling inside of you, his palm rubbing against your clit and his fingers pinching your nipple slowly brings you to your high, your legs clenching together and caging his hand, but he doesn't stop moving, sweet little praises leaving his lips while you gush around his fingers. "Always so good for me. I love you, baby." He whispers while you pant, lost in the afterglow of your high, his palm now only pressing against your clit without moving further. "Love you too," you manage to say, a soft whine leaving your lips when he gently pulls his fingers out of your pussy and presses his fingers against your lips. You immediately comply and open your mouth, feeling his fingers press your tongue down while you suck them clean, the sweet and salty taste fully filling your mouth. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks when you notice how he intently watches how you swirl your tongue around his fingers and you begin to squirm once again in his hold.
He slowly pulls them out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his fingers and your lips, and he watches mesmerized how it breaks when his hand moves down to your hips. "Come here, baby." Daichi finally climbs in front of you, giving you enough time to admire his body briefly, before he lays down on the bed. His hands move to your hips and help you sit on his crotch, a little clumsily because you can't use your hands to balance your weight. He looks positively sinful when you look down on him, his chest bare and the muscles of his arms prominent as he holds onto you. He can feel for sure how your thighs clench against him, and how you subconsciously grind against his hard bulge, and it doesn't take you long to figure out what he wants to do when he doesn't make an attempt to move further.
"But- my hands are still cuffed-" you protest, trying to balance your weight on his body, but his lips are curled into a smile while he helps you settle a bit higher on his lap.
"C'mon, baby. Ride me a little and I'll remove them."
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suddencolds · 19 days
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#delete later#another journal entry 📝 for the void#i have not been sleeping well for the past 2 wks 😵‍💫 i always wake up like clockwork after 5-6 hrs which feels like not nearly enough#i feel like i've done everything there is to do (consistent exercise + consistent sleep times + earplugs + weighted blanket + no caffeine)#last night i took melatonin too but no... same problem staying asleep 😭#ahh whatever. i'm just frustrated that it has to be this way :(#anyways in an act of spite i reread like the 4 wips that have been sitting in my drafts from the past few weeks#i think something that will never cease to surprise me about writing is that more effort/time doesn't necessarily translate to better#results; i suppose that's the case with all kinds of art but#it does feel somewhat unintuitive. one of my fav professors in uni said to not dismiss those 'lightning in a bottle' moments (in art) as#blind luck... but to instead analyze the circumstances and iterate on recreating them. and i think one of my artist friends who i deeply#respect said something similar (wrt artistic rituals/setup). i have too many thoughts on writing and on my own creative processes and#weaknesses to fit into any number of tags here. :') that said...#*shakes ch2 draft* after everything i did and all the hours i spent WHY are you still so bad?!!! D: i am baffled and frustrated.#and why do i prefer this other [redacted] draft which i hammered out with utterly no regard towards the quality??#anyways. back to the drawing board i guess T.T
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i am experiencing emotions which can be best described as “not super jazzed”
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fanbynature · 10 months
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seonghwa receiving love punishment from his members
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finniigan · 2 years
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Bastard boy planning mischief!! >:3
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calamarispiderart · 1 year
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hostility.
text transcript bc i know the black makes it weird:
heart: you dont understand, you need-
soul: i dont need(underlined) to listen to you heart. make your point.
heart: but you NEVER listen to me thats the PROBLEM
heart: you ALWAYS listen to MINDS stupid ideas
mind: maybe, heart,
mind: maybe thats because my ideas are actually good?
heart: NO! they ARENT!
mind: ok well dont throw a fit about it, you animal
mind: youre getting blood on me
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not-poignant · 4 months
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Recently I was passively listening to something about D&D lore and it mentioned that wielding hellfire is very difficult and can drain the user’s vitality or something like that. I thought about Astarion in Palmarosa wondering if the hellfire ritual was taxing for Raphael.
I don’t remember which edition of the game it was talking about or where I heard it because I was multitasking. I was just wondering if that was the case in your story and if it was the reason Raphael seems kinda spent and in need of a long rest. Did he use the last of his strength and/or non-cantrip magic for the day to protect Astarion?
It’s also cool if you don’t want to answer that/give anything away. I was just curious about the lore in this story and figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. Thank you for such an enjoyable story and hope you are doing well!
Hi anon,
Tbh I don't really see wielding hellfire as being that taxing for Raphael comparatively with other fiends because his father is the unrivaled master of hellfire, and is known as the Lord of Hellfire, and no way did Raphael grow up without a decent amount of mastery at it.
That doesn't mean using it doesn't tax him, it's just... not really comparable, because most fiends were not birthed by, and then raised by, the most adept devil re: hellfire in Ba'ator.
That being said I don't really know all the different versions of lore etc. and I'm not really thinking about cantrips or anything. I think Raphael's tired because he was doing a whole bunch of stuff before he even returned back to see Astarion under one of Verillius' curses, and is moving quickly / on not much energy because he's a true cambion again and doesn't have the energy reservoirs of an ascended pit fiend behind him like he used to.
Generally speaking you can assume that aside from BG3, and some research here and there, I don't actually know much at all about D&D and am just writing fanfiction for fun and so making a lot of stuff up as I go! A lot of the lore in the story will be 'cuz I felt like it' (such as who is staffing Mephistar, and the layout) and then the rest is 'because BG3 said this happened / there's dialogue supporting this' and 'blue Mephistopheles is hotter than red Mephistopheles imho' dsalfksa
But yeah, Mephistopheles is the Lord of Hellfire! Mephistar is made of ice and yet perpetually warm because of hellfire, and even Raphael uses it fairly casually for things like locking and unlocking his vaults (in the story), because even he knows how much it taxes other fiends to use it. Imho that ritual was taxing less because of the hellfire (which he has casually summoned around Astarion in the past) and more because of the intensity of the ritual itself and the fact that he didn't really want to kill Astarion in the process.
I think my dude's just really tired tbh
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cryingatships · 11 months
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Parents in BMF
Sooo, Be My Favorite has been hitting too close to my heart since ep 1. But this ep topped it off ahaha I did not sign up for this where's the cutesy show I can watch without feeling anything
There's already been a lot of (frankly wonderful) discussions about it, but this stuff hits close to home so I had to write a bit, too. Prior warnings for (mostly) personal thoughts, disorderly ramblings, and discussions of homophobia.
About Kawi
We start off the series with saving Kawi's family as one of the goals. But what is 'family' to Kawi? Kawi gives us a lot of info about his background - He is poor (one of his main insecurities that plays into his sense of self), his mother has remarried and moved away, and his father is mortally ill.
From Kawi's words, it's clear that he is not at all close to his mother. So, he probably did not have a mother figure growing up. Did he even have a feminine figure he was close to throughout his childhood and adolescence? A playmate, a neighbour, an aunt? (Not really, I think)
Is that why he values his 'crush' so much?
A woman showed him kindness and interest for perhaps a very, very long time, in a foreign setting where he feels vulnerable, and he latched to it. Can't blame him for that. But that brings up an interesting possibility—The feelings Kawi has for Pear, are they of an inherently romantic nature? Or are they of some other kind, but which Kawi chooses to label as romantic, because he has little to no experience with female affection whatsoever?
Anyway, I was supposed to talk about Kawi's dad and got derailed.
So, Kawi's father.
Someone who loves Kawi a lot, as evident from his unwillingness to touch the fixed deposit he has because it is saved for Kawi's future. He refuses to get expensive treatment that is crucial for him to live him because he does not want to land Kawi in debt. (He also refused to talk about his disease in the initial eps, perhaps because he does not want his son to worry about him and affect his studies.)
So, Kawi at least had a positive father figure in his life. (who evetually becomes the reason why Kawi starts chasing his dreams!! Woot to healthy fathers in bls and in reality!)
But, it also makes me wonder, would Kawi's father accept the fact of him being a part of the queer community? Since BMF is a bl show, the answer is perhaps yes. (Though BMF is giving so many surprises each week I feel that this may just be hmmm... not true... hm... deep in delulu) But if this was in the real world, would he, an aged asian person with perhaps negligible knowledge about the queer community, learns that his so-far-straight son has suddenly 'turned gay' (using this term cause this is what I've heard ppl use irl when talking about their kids coming out...), be ok with it? Would he accept Kawi?
(I REALLY really wanna see Kawi coming out to his dad. LIke. Give it to meeee gmmtv.)
About Pisaeng
Contrasting Kawi's openness about his family (despite his insecurities about it), we have Pisaeng, who gives us no info about his family.
In all the prev eps, we got little mention of Pisaeng's family. And when we did, it was from Pear, saying that Pisaeng had a lonely childhood with no friends other than her and Not. (Which struck me as weird, cause Pisaeng, with his friendliness, ought to have many. making assumption about extroverts...i'm sorry. Ofc, we later learn the reason for this.)
Anyway, Pisaeng *does not* bring his family up, ever. He refuses to talk of the past. What could have happened back then?
In ep 6, finally, we get an idea.
It's Max, dearest Tired Queer who never fails us, who brings it up (the irony!)
But, even faced with the direct question, Pisaeng clams up and refuses to talk. (At this point I didn't realize what was happening it, just thought we were hating on politicians like we always ought to. And that Pisaeng's last name is very common in Thailand.)
And this wannabe politician lady is liberal enough on the media to have an out and proud queer person like Max follow her because he likes "what she says."
I need a breather cause this is so close to reality that it's nauseating
We later know that liberal politician lady is Pisaeng's mum. And all her liberal thoughts are just for the show. She employs people who are from the queer community but then uses them to spy on her son. (another breather needed asap)
Now, I wouldn't have realized this part if @bengiyo hadn't pointed this out in their post about how Pisaeng has been forced into the closet by his *liberal queer-supportive* mother, who also insists on controlling his life, his sexuality, and even his friends. Look at @jjsanguine's post on Pisaeng's mother and her view of frivolous friendships! It's soo... TwT. There *are* parents who insist their children don't make friends cause according to them the wrong sort of friends will get them into trouble in their future life (aka employment/career. Frick society and its- everything, actually.)
As much as I hate her for her horrible parenting, for her blatant lies about acceptability, and for using queers to hunt down their own community, and for being a politician (there's smt inherently wrong with ppl in politics, smt or the other, you can't convince me otherwise), I can't help but marvel how real her character is. Cause yeah, this stuff happens every day. I've seen others experience it, and I've experienced it myself.
That said, I can also see *where* Pisaeng's mum is coming from. (His name is so long I wanna call him Saeng but we got soo many Saeng's in bls recently ueue). As in the thought that drives their behaviour.
I think Pisaeng's mother operates on this—It's ok as long as it's not one of ours aka queerness in fine, as long as it's other people, as long as it does not affect our children.
I dunno about Thailand, but in my part of Asia, this is the often the *most* acceptability queers get. This, or outright homophobia. (breaths.)
Parents (ie the 'cool' ones) are ok with lgbt+ as long as their kids don't come out one day, or heavens forbid, bring a partner home. I do believe there are some parents who accept lgbt freely, but like, in my 19 yrs of experience, none of the parents (the ones who were ok enough to hold such a talk with in the first place) were. I hope some parents out there are more accepting :')
If you belong to a particularly liberal upper/upper middle class family, and you show your parent an lgbt ad, talk about the latest legislature that decriminalized homosexual relationships, or the ongoing court case about legalizing same sex marriage, they'll be ok with that. They'll nod their head and say 'progress'. (Though a lot more parents would beat you/inflict other kinds of abuse on you. Also honour killing.)
But heaven forbid their child becomes a part of that community. Then, there are talks of soothsayers, 'treatments', "it's just a phase", cutting off the child's friends and their access to phone cause they've been "badly influenced".
At the end, if the person still insists on being a part of queer community, the parents will force them to hide it. Not to tell anyone about it, to go back to the closet. Which is exactly what happened with Pisaeng. Only, Pisaeng's mother makes it worse (should there be a difference in levels of homophobia?) by using this pseudo acceptance for profit.
Their worry? The person's future. Their career, jobs, social standing. Because yes, even with legislatures, being queer can hamper one's access to education, health, and job opportunities, among many many other things. (To say nothing about the recent rise in hate crimes in my country...)
Often, this behaviour comes from parental love (a very twisted love that is), because most parents do not want their children to suffer, which they inevitably would if they lived their queer lives openly in the current social conditions.
But it also comes from prejudice, hate, and as urge to control. In many cases, parents refuse to accept their children have grown up, and are in a place to make their own decisions. Instead, they try to dictate every thought and every behaviour, including the choice of marital partners. (Ik arranged marriage au is often a thing of joke in the bl circle but, it's so real, guys. It happens way too often and tho it's mostly not a coercive thing... it sometimes is).
Also, surveillance. Parents often pry on phones, it's uncomfortably common place. I know a (not lgbt) friend whose parent had hired a private detective to spy on them cause they were afraid said friend would go into bars and get into drugs after entering uni.
So yeah. It's a circus. It'd be a funny one if this wasn't real life. >.>
So anyway anyway, Pisaeng's mother and her words made me think a lot sooo... I thought-dumped!
When I started watching BMF I thought it'd be a funny little show that would help me relax after a hectic week. Who knew it'd make me write so much about so many things. (I also blame Tumblr.)
This got wayy too personal at the end so like, congrats if you read till here. I kudos your patience for reading my disorganized mess of thoughts. Have a cookie/cupcake/chicken fritters(they are so! good!)/other food of your choice and I hope your weekend goes reallyy well!
ALso I hope Pisaeng's mother gets her just desserts. Even if she accepts him in the end, her past behaviour is horrible. And who knows if she won't use her financial and political power to harm the queer society later? People in power always under suspicion tbh
Also I just realized we have got nothing about Pisaeng's father...
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wilsonthemoose · 6 months
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Someone stop me sending a passive-aggressive thank you for considering it message to the lecturer who said she wouldn't let me take a quiz at a later date despite my being like. actually pretty sick.
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kipaia · 3 months
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surprise panic attack???
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shivunin · 2 days
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Somehow (shockingly) organizing my craft supplies and making a to-do list and deleting the open tabs I'm not using have collectively not written this one-shot for me
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xiaours · 2 months
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HELP HEHE
i remember seeing the last one years ago oml T.T
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flamagenitus · 3 months
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Been walking around the last couple of days like damn why does nothing I say make sense atm?? Really genuinely doubting my capacities for both coherent thought and self expression. Turns out I have covid
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thehistoriangirl · 1 year
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Clawing at the floor, i must know more about It Had to Be You, It Will Always Be You my love PLEASE tell me!!
Kiss kiss for your troubles and travels ❤️✨️
Sure, darling! 🥺🥺 Kiss u back <33
Also sorry for not answering sooner the flu just attacked me and my brain is jelly jkfjhsjkdhjf
Also, a shoutout to @sylvie-fics because she also asked me for this one!
Before anything, beware of random spoilers for part 1 and part 2 👀 okay, here we go:
The story picks up some months ago from the fight with Rey's minions—where Viktor accidentally hurt you mortally. You wake up in Singed's lab, recognizing that Viktor pulled you away from death's grasp augmenting your body with Singed's help (another one of the things he had to apologize for). Of course, you two had to reckon with the convoluted relationship ever since they stopped being childhood friends/childhood sweethearts and they became soulmates. Both need to come clean about what the soulmate dream showed to each of your years ago; and then decide if it's possible to amend the past mistakes and start again in this new, chaotic life, together, or if it's better to walk in separate paths.
A random snippet :3
You found it ironic that the factory could match how you felt; with a sturdy exterior, one of the gates still in its place, licks of a black tongue painting the bleached walls, the only sign of the fire swallowing the inside, leaving only a hollow carcass. Viktor seemed to read your mind—another ability he had retained from all those years you spent interpreting silences and pauses and gazes. "You aren't obligated to stay," he said, the voice echoed inside his mask, and for once, you were grateful for wearing one, too. "Though… I—I, eh, I would prefer it." The factory looked too empty, with furniture burned in ashes and amorph coal, and yet, the painful, the joyful, the lovely memories of this space started to bleed out its walls, there, where Blitzcrank used to glue his drawings and blueprints; from the floors, the clearer spots where the work tables were constructed into place, where sometimes you and Viktor talked like reasonable parties about new serums and surgeries. All of that burned down by Rey. Your fists felt foreign with the new layer of synthetic mesh covering there where your flesh connected metal plates. You looked at him, both masks still on, his, with the golden hues, and yours, pink. Without words, once again, he knew what you wanted. Something was missing—things were still hanging loose. Before answering him, you had to terminate a deal first.
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You found ironic that the factory could match how you felt; with a sturdy exterior, one of the gates still on its place, licks of a black tongue painting the decolorated walls, the only sign of the fire swallowing the inside, leaving only a hollow carcass.
Viktor seemed to read your mind—other ability he had retained from all those years you spent interpreting silences and pauses and gazes.
"You aren't obligated to stay," he said, voice echoed inside his mask, and for once, you were grateful for wearing one, too. "Though... I—I, eh, I would prefer it."
The factory looked too empty, with furniture burned in ashes and amorph coal, and yet, the painful, the joyful, the lovely memories of this space started to bleed out its walls, there where Blitzcrank used to glue his drawings and blueprints; from the floors, the clearer spots where the work tables were constructed into place, where sometimes you and Viktor talked like reasonable parties about new serums and surgeries.
All of that burned down by Rey.
Your fists felt foreign with the new layer of syntetic mesh covering there where your flesh connected metal plates.
You looked at him, both masks still on, his, with the golden hues, and yours, pink. Without words, once again, he knew what you wanted.
Something was missing—things were still hanging loose. Before answering to him, you had to terminate a deal first.
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tacitusauxilium · 1 year
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For those who cosplay, what websites should I stray from when buying stuff? Costumes, wigs, etc—it’s so stressful and I have two months to get all this stuff ordered. Do I pick the cosplay that has everything but a wig, or the cosplay that has everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) but it’s double the price of the other?
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kosmos-drifter · 10 months
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The dope webcomic Long Exposure by @marsoid is the gay scifi version of Adam Sandlers hit Hanukkah movie Eight Crazy Nights. The town delinquent falls in love with the troubled (bottom) who just wants to make their life better. Ultimately being changed by the love of his life (the bottom) and becoming a sweeter, kinder delinquent
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