Karma’s Gonna Come Collect Your Debt
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shadowhiveKarma’s Gonna Come Collect Your Debt
Pairing: Ben Bruce/Cameron Liddell
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rubber, mind control
Notes: Another of the rubber suit fics, that I started before the Tuck one but then got sidetracked by that and other things, so oop but hee it is, the Ben ‘rubberverse’ fic. Is this gonna be the last of the Asking rubber things? I dunno we’ll see! But as for rubber suit fic in general there’s a Tuck sequel and I have two titles that could work for others. (Thanks set it off for the title)
It had been over a year now since Ben had quite Asking Alexandria. It hadn’t been an easy decision and he had mulled it over for a long time before deciding it was best to leave. Everything had just gotten too much. He was so tired of the stress of touring, of seeing ‘fans’ and critics constantly criticising them for not sounding like they did in the early days, as if they expected them to sound the same forever like they were tapped in amber. So he decided it was time to step back.
He had expected the others to share his sentiments, expecting them to finish the band’s commitments then call it a day along with him.
So he was surprised when they told him they wanted to continue without him. So, after assuring him that they wouldn’t tarnish the name of the band he gave them his blessing and let them continue, wishing them best of luck.
He kept an eye on them just in case and, for the first few months, he felt reassured that maybe he’d made the right choice, that things would be ok without him. So that meant he could do his own things and he enjoyed being able to do what he wanted without prying eyes.
Of course that peace didn’t last.
It came to his attention that Danny was back to his old shit. He was saying dumb shit, putting on bad performances and back to drinking. He’d told the others before he left to make sure that didn’t happen, to get him under control if it did, but apparently they weren’t interested in doing so and just content for Danny’s poor behaviour to tarnish the band’s name.
He looked outside his car window, at the driveway to Danny’s house. Four cars were parked there and he recognised them as belonging to his former bandmates.
He got out of his car, slowly walking towards the house. He closed the door to Paul’s car as he went past it, smiling slightly when he saw it had practically crashed into the back bumper of Sam’s car. James’ was also partly in the bush that formed the edge of the driveway and he shook his head, making his way to the front door.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the key Danny had given him years ago when he’d rejoined the band and Ben opened the door, stepping inside.
The house was quiet as he pushed the door closed behind him. He’d been in Danny’s house many times over the years, sometimes to check on things when he was away, but even then it had never been this quiet. He walked through the downstairs of the house, looking into every room as he went but he saw no one, just discarded bottles and pizza boxes.
Satisfied no one was down here he made his way up the stairs and entered the first room that he came to. He knew it wasn’t Danny’s bedroom, but one of the spare rooms that he used for guests. The sight made him smile.
Standing along one wall were five figures, completely covered in shiny black rubber. Despite the rubber making them featureless he could tell that they were his bandmates. Sam was shorter than the others, Danny had a belly, Paul had thick arms and legs. The five of them turned to face him, but otherwise didn’t move.
“Well look at you all, aren’t you quite the sight?” Ben smirked at them as he took the sight of them.he stepped closed towards them, trailing a finger down James’ suit, smiling at how the rubber clung to him. The drummer had been so proud of all the ink he had on his skin. Ah well, it would never be seen again. None of them would be.
He walked in front of each of them, trailing his hand over Danny, Cameron, Sam and Paul, enjoying the feel of the rubber under his fingertips. It really did suit them all, they looked so much better this way.
Then he stepped back, so he could look over them all, taking a breath before he spoke. He’d debated whether he should say anything at all, he certainly doubted they’d understand his words, but the anger he felt bubbled to the surface and so he had to let it out.
“You might be wondering why you’re in these suits, though I doubt you are. I don’t think you have a single thought in any of your heads, other than how good it feels to be in those suits and filled.” He smirked as he looked at Cameron as he said that, taking perverse pleasure in the knowledge that the former top was stretched and filled. “But I’m going to say it anyway, for myself more than you.”
Ben took another breath then continued. “I trusted you to keep Asking going, to not tarnish the band I’d created and yet you fucked it up.” He heard the rage he felt start to seep into his voice, as he glared at Danny but didn’t care. “So I decided that you shouldn’t be allowed to trash the band anymore.”
He took a breath then to steady himself as he felt himself shake from his anger. “Asking is in your past now. If you even saw a guitar, a bass, a drumkit, you wouldn’t even know what it was, let alone how to play it. You now have no thoughts of your own, because you can’t be trusted with them.” His lip quirked slightly into a smirk. “From now on I’m going to do all the thinking for you and you will do what I say.”
The heads of them nodded slightly in acknowledgement and he smiled. Yeah, they were much better like this, unable to answer him back. He had intended to simply get them in his car to take them away from here, but seeing them like this…
He stood in front of Cameron, trailing his fingers over the rubber that covered his chest. “You know I always wanted to get fucked by you Cameron.” He traced his fingers lower, down towards his crotch. “And now I’ll finally get my wish.”
Cameron’s crotch matched the others in that it was perfectly smooth. He could feel the slight bulge of dick beneath the rubber but he had no intention of letting it see the light of day again. Instead he rubbed the area where his cock would be and he smirked as the rubber of the suit started to swell at his touch.
It was so unlike seeing a man get an erection, the rubber cock seeming to emerge from the suit fully hard. He shifted his hand away when it was fully extended and he smirked at the sight of it. He’d seen Cameron hard before, but this new rubber cock looked bigger than he remembered it being. He gave it a slow stroke, enjoying the weight of it in his hand, before backing up and starting to strip off.
He removed his jacket, tee, then his trousers, being sure to put them atop a dresser, away from the three piles of clothes that were neatly folded around the room. When his boxers were removed his cock sprang free, already fully hard and he avoided touching himself, not wanting to cum too soon.
This being Danny’s place there was lube clearly in view on a bedside table, so he quickly grabbed it and squirted some on his fingers, reaching back and inserting two into himself with a soft gasp. He could, of course, had gotten one of them to do this, but he’d have worried they’d be too good with their fingers. He quickly worked himself open, adding a third to stretch himself enough from Cameron’s new dick.
After a few moments he removed his fingers, gasping softly again. It would have to do.
He got on the bed, lying on the edge of it and pushing his knees against his chest. “Cameron, come and fuck me.”
The middle rubber figure left the wall, striding across the room towards him. He held his rubber dick, lining it up with Ben’s hole and then he entered him for the first time.
Ben groaned in pleasure, his fingers clutching the sheets beneath him, his eyelids fluttering. He’d wanted this for years, even before he’d found out that Cameron was this incredible dom top. He was more selective than Danny was, but he still saw the pleased faces of the various guys that left him. He’d asked a few times if he would do him, but Cameron wasn’t interested, some shit about not wanting to fuck someone in the band, which Ben thought was bollocks. Now though he’d not be able to say no to him, or say anything at all, ever again.
He opened his eyes to look at Cameron, marvelling at his new look as he steadily started to move. The rubber covered every inch of him, concealing his face, his hair, his tattoos. Everything that made him Cameron was now out of sight, replaced with his new shiny black rubber skin. Ben reached up, running his fingers across the hood that concealed his features. “I wish I could have seen your face while this happened to you.” He whispered, his voice slightly stuttery from the thrusts of his cock. “I wonder what you looked like when you took cock for the first time. I bet you hated it huh? A big strong top like you having a dick inside you.” Ben couldn’t help but smirk, his other hand shifting between his legs to rub his erection. “Bet it felt like a violation, but now it feels right doesn’t it?” His hands traced over where his mouth would be. “It feels right to be filled at both ends doesn’t it, like it was how you were meant to be?”
Cameron didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to. Ben knew that beneath that rubber the former guitarist was drooling around a huge rubber shaft. He also knew a matching one was stuffed up his ass, keeping him nice and open and filled. “We’ll have to do a little re-enactment.” Ben whispered the words, his fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking himself. “Have you bent over and get the others to fuck you one after another. Then you’ll really appreciate your new role.”
He took perverse pleasure at the image of Danny pounding into him. Of course it would be hot seeing any of them fuck him, but there was just something about the thought of Danny, a sub and a bottom, pounding Cameron while he watched.
Maybe he would remove Cameron’s hood for that, if only to see if he would cry.
Cameron kept fucking him throughout his thoughts, his pace steady and rhythmic, but every thrust catching his spot just right. Ben could already feel his orgasm building, both from the sight of them and his own thoughts as well as Cameron’s thrusting and his touch. “As soon as I cum you’re going to rejoin the others and lose your dick. I don’t think you’ll be needing it for awhile.”
Ben cried out as he shot his load over himself, his body trembling from the force of it.
As instructed Cameron immediately pulled out, returning to his spot with the others against the wall. By the time he turned around the dick that had been fucking him was gone, as if it had never been there.
Ben took a few minutes to pant and regain his breath, stretching out his limbs. It felt so good to have been fucked by him and he felt nicely stretched open. He’d probably be walking funny the rest of the day, but he didn’t care, it was definitely worth it.
Once he recovered he got off the bed and grabbed his clothes, putting them back on until he was fully dressed again. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he definitely looked a little more flustered, his face flushed and his hair slightly out of place. The sight made him smirk, then he looked away, returning his attention to them. “It is time to go. Follow me.”
He led them out of the room and, as he walked through the house he wondered what would happen to this place. Maybe he’d return in a few days, see if there was anything useful he could gather, but it would be the last time Danny was ever going to be in his home.
Once he led them outside he opened the boot of his car, gesturing to Cameron and James. “Get in there.” The two climbed inside the confined space, barely managing to fit, but he loved the sight of them like this, how they were virtually 69ing in the small space. He shut the door, then open the back doors. “The rest of you get in there.” They piled in wordlessly and Ben smiled, shutting the doors behind them before getting in the front seat, driving away.
***
Ben stepped down into the basement of his house, smiling as he turned the light on. He’d converted the space into sex room awhile back, at first so he could be assured of complete privacy. Now though it meant that the men that were here would never be seen by the outside world, unless he wanted to of course.
Standing in a row along the opposite wall were the other former members of Asking Alexandria, much like they were when he’d retrieved them from Danny’s place a few days ago. Of course there was one small difference. At Danny’s there were five of them. Here they were six.
“Now I think it’s time we should have some fun.” He smirked, his eyes locked on Cameron. “And I think we should start with that re-enactment don’t you?”
Pairing: Ben Bruce/Cameron Liddell
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rubber, mind control
Notes: Another of the rubber suit fics, that I started before the Tuck one but then got sidetracked by that and other things, so oop but hee it is, the Ben ‘rubberverse’ fic. Is this gonna be the last of the Asking rubber things? I dunno we’ll see! But as for rubber suit fic in general there’s a Tuck sequel and I have two titles that could work for others. (Thanks set it off for the title)
It had been over a year now since Ben had quite Asking Alexandria. It hadn’t been an easy decision and he had mulled it over for a long time before deciding it was best to leave. Everything had just gotten too much. He was so tired of the stress of touring, of seeing ‘fans’ and critics constantly criticising them for not sounding like they did in the early days, as if they expected them to sound the same forever like they were tapped in amber. So he decided it was time to step back.
He had expected the others to share his sentiments, expecting them to finish the band’s commitments then call it a day along with him.
So he was surprised when they told him they wanted to continue without him. So, after assuring him that they wouldn’t tarnish the name of the band he gave them his blessing and let them continue, wishing them best of luck.
He kept an eye on them just in case and, for the first few months, he felt reassured that maybe he’d made the right choice, that things would be ok without him. So that meant he could do his own things and he enjoyed being able to do what he wanted without prying eyes.
Of course that peace didn’t last.
It came to his attention that Danny was back to his old shit. He was saying dumb shit, putting on bad performances and back to drinking. He’d told the others before he left to make sure that didn’t happen, to get him under control if it did, but apparently they weren’t interested in doing so and just content for Danny’s poor behaviour to tarnish the band’s name.
He looked outside his car window, at the driveway to Danny’s house. Four cars were parked there and he recognised them as belonging to his former bandmates.
He got out of his car, slowly walking towards the house. He closed the door to Paul’s car as he went past it, smiling slightly when he saw it had practically crashed into the back bumper of Sam’s car. James’ was also partly in the bush that formed the edge of the driveway and he shook his head, making his way to the front door.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the key Danny had given him years ago when he’d rejoined the band and Ben opened the door, stepping inside.
The house was quiet as he pushed the door closed behind him. He’d been in Danny’s house many times over the years, sometimes to check on things when he was away, but even then it had never been this quiet. He walked through the downstairs of the house, looking into every room as he went but he saw no one, just discarded bottles and pizza boxes.
Satisfied no one was down here he made his way up the stairs and entered the first room that he came to. He knew it wasn’t Danny’s bedroom, but one of the spare rooms that he used for guests. The sight made him smile.
Standing along one wall were five figures, completely covered in shiny black rubber. Despite the rubber making them featureless he could tell that they were his bandmates. Sam was shorter than the others, Danny had a belly, Paul had thick arms and legs. The five of them turned to face him, but otherwise didn’t move.
“Well look at you all, aren’t you quite the sight?” Ben smirked at them as he took the sight of them.he stepped closed towards them, trailing a finger down James’ suit, smiling at how the rubber clung to him. The drummer had been so proud of all the ink he had on his skin. Ah well, it would never be seen again. None of them would be.
He walked in front of each of them, trailing his hand over Danny, Cameron, Sam and Paul, enjoying the feel of the rubber under his fingertips. It really did suit them all, they looked so much better this way.
Then he stepped back, so he could look over them all, taking a breath before he spoke. He’d debated whether he should say anything at all, he certainly doubted they’d understand his words, but the anger he felt bubbled to the surface and so he had to let it out.
“You might be wondering why you’re in these suits, though I doubt you are. I don’t think you have a single thought in any of your heads, other than how good it feels to be in those suits and filled.” He smirked as he looked at Cameron as he said that, taking perverse pleasure in the knowledge that the former top was stretched and filled. “But I’m going to say it anyway, for myself more than you.”
Ben took another breath then continued. “I trusted you to keep Asking going, to not tarnish the band I’d created and yet you fucked it up.” He heard the rage he felt start to seep into his voice, as he glared at Danny but didn’t care. “So I decided that you shouldn’t be allowed to trash the band anymore.”
He took a breath then to steady himself as he felt himself shake from his anger. “Asking is in your past now. If you even saw a guitar, a bass, a drumkit, you wouldn’t even know what it was, let alone how to play it. You now have no thoughts of your own, because you can’t be trusted with them.” His lip quirked slightly into a smirk. “From now on I’m going to do all the thinking for you and you will do what I say.”
The heads of them nodded slightly in acknowledgement and he smiled. Yeah, they were much better like this, unable to answer him back. He had intended to simply get them in his car to take them away from here, but seeing them like this…
He stood in front of Cameron, trailing his fingers over the rubber that covered his chest. “You know I always wanted to get fucked by you Cameron.” He traced his fingers lower, down towards his crotch. “And now I’ll finally get my wish.”
Cameron’s crotch matched the others in that it was perfectly smooth. He could feel the slight bulge of dick beneath the rubber but he had no intention of letting it see the light of day again. Instead he rubbed the area where his cock would be and he smirked as the rubber of the suit started to swell at his touch.
It was so unlike seeing a man get an erection, the rubber cock seeming to emerge from the suit fully hard. He shifted his hand away when it was fully extended and he smirked at the sight of it. He’d seen Cameron hard before, but this new rubber cock looked bigger than he remembered it being. He gave it a slow stroke, enjoying the weight of it in his hand, before backing up and starting to strip off.
He removed his jacket, tee, then his trousers, being sure to put them atop a dresser, away from the three piles of clothes that were neatly folded around the room. When his boxers were removed his cock sprang free, already fully hard and he avoided touching himself, not wanting to cum too soon.
This being Danny’s place there was lube clearly in view on a bedside table, so he quickly grabbed it and squirted some on his fingers, reaching back and inserting two into himself with a soft gasp. He could, of course, had gotten one of them to do this, but he’d have worried they’d be too good with their fingers. He quickly worked himself open, adding a third to stretch himself enough from Cameron’s new dick.
After a few moments he removed his fingers, gasping softly again. It would have to do.
He got on the bed, lying on the edge of it and pushing his knees against his chest. “Cameron, come and fuck me.”
The middle rubber figure left the wall, striding across the room towards him. He held his rubber dick, lining it up with Ben’s hole and then he entered him for the first time.
Ben groaned in pleasure, his fingers clutching the sheets beneath him, his eyelids fluttering. He’d wanted this for years, even before he’d found out that Cameron was this incredible dom top. He was more selective than Danny was, but he still saw the pleased faces of the various guys that left him. He’d asked a few times if he would do him, but Cameron wasn’t interested, some shit about not wanting to fuck someone in the band, which Ben thought was bollocks. Now though he’d not be able to say no to him, or say anything at all, ever again.
He opened his eyes to look at Cameron, marvelling at his new look as he steadily started to move. The rubber covered every inch of him, concealing his face, his hair, his tattoos. Everything that made him Cameron was now out of sight, replaced with his new shiny black rubber skin. Ben reached up, running his fingers across the hood that concealed his features. “I wish I could have seen your face while this happened to you.” He whispered, his voice slightly stuttery from the thrusts of his cock. “I wonder what you looked like when you took cock for the first time. I bet you hated it huh? A big strong top like you having a dick inside you.” Ben couldn’t help but smirk, his other hand shifting between his legs to rub his erection. “Bet it felt like a violation, but now it feels right doesn’t it?” His hands traced over where his mouth would be. “It feels right to be filled at both ends doesn’t it, like it was how you were meant to be?”
Cameron didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to. Ben knew that beneath that rubber the former guitarist was drooling around a huge rubber shaft. He also knew a matching one was stuffed up his ass, keeping him nice and open and filled. “We’ll have to do a little re-enactment.” Ben whispered the words, his fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking himself. “Have you bent over and get the others to fuck you one after another. Then you’ll really appreciate your new role.”
He took perverse pleasure at the image of Danny pounding into him. Of course it would be hot seeing any of them fuck him, but there was just something about the thought of Danny, a sub and a bottom, pounding Cameron while he watched.
Maybe he would remove Cameron’s hood for that, if only to see if he would cry.
Cameron kept fucking him throughout his thoughts, his pace steady and rhythmic, but every thrust catching his spot just right. Ben could already feel his orgasm building, both from the sight of them and his own thoughts as well as Cameron’s thrusting and his touch. “As soon as I cum you’re going to rejoin the others and lose your dick. I don’t think you’ll be needing it for awhile.”
Ben cried out as he shot his load over himself, his body trembling from the force of it.
As instructed Cameron immediately pulled out, returning to his spot with the others against the wall. By the time he turned around the dick that had been fucking him was gone, as if it had never been there.
Ben took a few minutes to pant and regain his breath, stretching out his limbs. It felt so good to have been fucked by him and he felt nicely stretched open. He’d probably be walking funny the rest of the day, but he didn’t care, it was definitely worth it.
Once he recovered he got off the bed and grabbed his clothes, putting them back on until he was fully dressed again. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he definitely looked a little more flustered, his face flushed and his hair slightly out of place. The sight made him smirk, then he looked away, returning his attention to them. “It is time to go. Follow me.”
He led them out of the room and, as he walked through the house he wondered what would happen to this place. Maybe he’d return in a few days, see if there was anything useful he could gather, but it would be the last time Danny was ever going to be in his home.
Once he led them outside he opened the boot of his car, gesturing to Cameron and James. “Get in there.” The two climbed inside the confined space, barely managing to fit, but he loved the sight of them like this, how they were virtually 69ing in the small space. He shut the door, then open the back doors. “The rest of you get in there.” They piled in wordlessly and Ben smiled, shutting the doors behind them before getting in the front seat, driving away.
***
Ben stepped down into the basement of his house, smiling as he turned the light on. He’d converted the space into sex room awhile back, at first so he could be assured of complete privacy. Now though it meant that the men that were here would never be seen by the outside world, unless he wanted to of course.
Standing in a row along the opposite wall were the other former members of Asking Alexandria, much like they were when he’d retrieved them from Danny’s place a few days ago. Of course there was one small difference. At Danny’s there were five of them. Here they were six.
“Now I think it’s time we should have some fun.” He smirked, his eyes locked on Cameron. “And I think we should start with that re-enactment don’t you?”
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Date: 2024-11-19 03:48 pm (UTC)Yeah, I love that he just trusted that everything would go as he planned, and how pleased he was that it had, even if he is also frustated at the same time.
I totally see him just coming to collect them but the thought of *finally* being fucked by Cameron comes to the forefront of his mind and he just has to act on it 😏 And he loves that Cameron can't say no, I kind of envision that there's this small part of Cam's mind that feels something is 'wrong' as he does as Ben says, but naturally he ignores it because Ben's word is absolute, why would what he instructs him to do be the 'wrong' thing?
The demeaning just worked so well, Ben was so bossy and rude, making sure Cameron was extra certain of his place and where he belongs from now on 👀
You totally didn't need to have had Ben openly think it. Trust me, it was pretty clear when they were described as 'former members' rather than simply his pets/whatever, heh. Makes me curious to know what Cam, James and Sam's thoughts were on seeing him (and maybe Danny's too).
I did wonder if that was what was alluded to at the start of Ben doing what he wanted away from prying eyes, whether him leaving gave him the time he required to do something to Denis, heh.
OMG why is Jyrki mentioned, I absolutely love that 😅😂 And that makes sense, I also see a lot of time passing from him getting Denis before making a move on the others.
Ah, that makes total sense! Also would removing parts of the suit give them back some form of free thinking, or at that point is it already over?
Ohhhh :) I like that way of thinking. Makes me feel curious if that's happened to anyone, they felt the vague beginnings of their mind being overpowered and was just like "NOPE this needs to come off", heh
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Date: 2024-11-19 04:36 pm (UTC)Yeah he was very certain things would go as planned so he was glad they did! (Even though Paul’s was different!) but yeah he’s a mix of sad and frustrated it did come to this
Exactly! It’s not the way he envisioned being fucked by him but he loves it this way, ohh. I do like that thought👀
Thanks! I’m glad you thought it worked so well! Absolutely!
I’m glad! Ohh that’s an interesting thought, I dunno what they’d think (not that they can much now anyway heh!) 👀
In my head it started as a more private place for him to indulge kinks, but then that changed when he got Denis. (Though obviously that might change to something more concrete if I do something with it!)
In one of the other fics you mentioned Jyrki and I’d pondered how hee could fit😂 Yeahh his focus is on punishing Denis but then he hears about Asking’s he takes time to act (both so he can confirm it and hopes that the band correct it) then….
I’m glad! (And it also means, if Ben wanted, he could get fucked by Cameron’s actual dick too). Ohh again that’s an interesting question! I feel in short stints it wouldn’t change anything. But if (for example) Paul had his suit fully removed by Ben and left without it for a period he might regain control (but it’d take days at least). Meanwhile Denis, who has been there far longer would take weeks (if ever) to come back.
Ohhh that’s a good question! It’d have to be someone both strong willed and also be in a place with something that could damage it👀 that’s part of why it says once the hood is gone it’s over, because then the panic switches to getting the hood off over the suit itself!
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Date: 2024-11-19 05:17 pm (UTC)I guess he wouldn't know that Paul's had gone differently, but he may have come to some conclusions upon seeing how he had parked his car outside, heh.
Oh yeah, I know they wouldn't be able to think much as such! But they all seemed to feel 'reassured'(?) when they saw their fellow bandmates so I guess I feel curious about how they would view an outsider/antagonistic person :D
Lol yeah I feel like Jyrki has some sort of place in this verse but what...I don't know lmfao!
Yeah that question just came to me as I was thinking how they would react to parts of the suit being temporarily removed :D
Yeah I really love every time the hood just gets pulled up and they get lost........
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Date: 2024-11-19 05:42 pm (UTC)I think his one regret is that he didn’t see it happen to know for sure😏
Oh yeah that’s a good point! Maybe I’ll write a snippet from their pov and see what they’d think👀😏
Yeah of course! I’m still figuring it out but I guess we’ll see! Like I mention in the notes the only 100% idea for this verse is the tuck sequel (which I have started heh) but we’ll see what comes! (Though if you have suggestions, or other questions feel free!)
It’s a good question! 🖤
Me too😏
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Date: 2024-11-19 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-11-19 06:00 pm (UTC)And sure!