~Cy~

23, married, still a flaming homo of a androgyny

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PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:

Go for the bigger blanket.

Are you thinking of making or buying a blanket? There is no universe in which you will want a smaller blanket. Meanwhile, you have free will, and you can choose this universe to have a bigger blanket. Your potential to snuggle will unlimited by the boundaries of simple cloth.

Go for the bigger blanket.

[cys-mental-escapades]

sup

I’m alive and found this account, Jesus Christ 19 year old me was on some horny shit lol

anyways time for active cursed woody

[woodyisgodchangemymind]

He is the spider in your room, the roach in your vents. He has seen and knows all. He knows what you do at night.

Be prepared.

[conarcoin]

for the love of god please listen to old users when we say this site works differently. that you can’t just sit around with a blank blog. make posts or reblog, but do something at least. this site works because we don’t have an unavoidable garbage algorithm forcefeeding us posts based on our likes. we do not need another fucking twitter, tiktok or instagram.

[conarcoin]

liking a post is literally useless here. we don’t have an algorithm. we see posts when people reblog them onto our dashes, they show up in a tag we’re following/searching, or they end up chucked into our recommended page (very inaccurate, basically just popular posts that may be vaguely related to your interests sometimes). liking doesn’t do anything. it’s just a button that’s there to show, hey, i saw this post. or you’re saving it for later

[emedeme]

this is (partially) why art blogs are dying. if you don’t actually reblog the art posts you enjoy, they won’t reach anyone and just...stay there with a few likes.

[sinfullyrosey]

Scratch My Back, & I Scratch Yours

Ruggie Bucchi X Male!Reader

Warnings: Friends with Benefits, Handjob, Blowjob, Rimming, Tickling, 69ing, Giggly Sex

Originally, this was written to be a 69 deep throating fic, but ended up being a fic about you and Ruggie being giggly dorks together while sucking each other’s dicks.

All characters are 18+

Ruggie and you have developed quite a unique friendship since first crossing paths. It was a slow burn type of friendship, what with the two of you being busy with school work, you dealing with Crowley’s tasks and the overblots, and Ruggie picking up Leona’s slack and working odd jobs. Neither got to see each other much while on campus or in class, and yet, you two were known to be super close.

So close in fact, that behind closed doors and out of the public eye, you and the hyena beastman would exchange sexual favors. Yep, you and him had a friends with benefits thing going on and both of you were perfectly content with keeping it that way.

But how did this come to fruition despite your lack of interaction outside of the bedroom?

Well, put simply, it was because of the shared fact you two were dirt poor and found solace in that. Ruggie had noticed your lack of lunch one day and overheard you explaining to the ADeuce duo that you lacked the proper funds to buy lunch that week. Without even thinking about it, Ruggie had swiped a sandwich from a student he knew was rather well off, and gave it to you, offering to teach you some tricks to feed your empty belly.

That’s where the friends part came in.

The benefits part arose after one particular incident when Ruggie was tutoring you in your bedroom and you jokingly said you’d suck his dick as payment for the private tutor session. You both laughed it off, and yet, you found yourself on your knees in front of him, messily deep throating his cock like a man starved.

After that day, the two of you realized how pent up and frustrated you both were, given your circumstances, and came to an agreement to help the other blow off some steam. It became a near weekly occurrence to meet up at each others bedrooms and do the nasty.

Which leads us to the current events taking place in Ruggie’s bedroom while most of the dorm is out at some Magift game. The two of you had done off with your clothes entirely and had gotten into a position the two of you agreed on. Since your time was limited, as Ruggie might be called off to assist in the game, you and him decided to just 69-it for today.

Kill two birds with one stone, or in this case, blow two loads with one position.

Ruggie was on top this time around, leaving you to nestle underneath him, back resting comfortably on the bedsheets while he was on his hands and knees, making quick work of groping at your dick and balls. He always was the more impatient one of you two.

You preferred to take things slow, gently pumping his cock by the time he had his mouth on yours. You groaned when you felt his sharp teeth graze the sensitive skin of your member. Then your body jolted at the teasing sensation of sharp nails raking their way against your balls, making your dick twitch around his now smirking lips.

You huffed and responded in kind, by abandoning his dick all together and using both hands to grab at and spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing his puckering hole to you. You stuck out your tongue and proceeded to lick a slow, tantalizing strip all along his hole, making him gasp around your dick.

He moaned as you continued to draw circles around his tight, winking hole, occasionally plunging the hot, wet muscle past the ring of flesh and tongue fucking him. Ruggie had released your length from his mouth at this point to let out soft moans and giggles.

You smirked, knowing full well how much this drove him crazy, a mix of pleasure and ticklishness, you knew his weakness. But you weren’t through with him just yet and you proceeded to torture him further by flicking the tip of your tongue against his asshole.

This had him howling at the feather-like touches of your tongue. His cute little laughs were like music to your ears as he tried to pry himself away from the tickling sensation. His ears were pressed back and tail wagging wildly as he couldn’t escape from your grasp.

Suddenly, your body stopped its ministries and you found your body acting without your permission. It must be Ruggie’s signature spell, you realized.

“Shishishi, alright, that’s enough.” He managed to get out between giggles. “Now it’s my turn for some fun.~”

Your eyes widened as your body started to mimic his own movements, groping at his crotch as he did yours. You chocked on a moan as he slowly pumped your cock before beginning to lick along the underside and up to the swollen head.

You followed suite, licking your own strip along his length and sucking on the tip. You could taste the precum from earlier on your tongue as you lapped at the leaking slit. A gluttonous groan reverberated deep in your throat in response to both sensations.

You could just feel Ruggie’s lips curl up into a smirk around your dick as he made to take more of you into his mouth. In turn, you did the same, forcing your jaw to relax and cheeks to puff out.

You could only mentally roll your eyes at the action, knowing you didn’t have to worry too much since the hyena knew a thing or two about blowjobs. He has done this before, using his magic to take control and have you just mimic his much more skilled actions.

You were just along for the ride.

Before long, Ruggie had found a rhythmical pace of bobbing his head along your length, taking you down deeper and deeper into his mouth with each lustful gulp. Saliva was pooling in both of your mouths and coating either’s length and dripping from the corners of your lips.

You were moaning like a whore as his pace picked up in speed and he started to grope and massage your balls. His were sensitive, much like his hole, so he couldn’t help but stifle a few laughs while you were groping at his. The vibrations from his throat traveled along your member, adding onto the already piling pleasure and making you moan around his.

Ruggie’s tail was wagging like crazy above you, making you laugh at how adorable it was. This caught the attention of your friend, making him laugh along with you. The two of you were laughing, mixing together with your moans and the lewd sounds of slurping.

But all good things must come to an end and suddenly you found yourself gagging on the sudden rush of hot cum spurting into your mouth and down your throat, forced to swallow the thick load. Some had slipped past your lips, mixing with the saliva and dripping messily down your chin.

Ruggie released his magic hold on you, allowing you to remove his dick from your mouth with an audibly sloppy-sounding “pop!” You coughed and sputtered while trying to catch your breath and prevent yourself from choking any further.

“You good there?”

He had stopped sucking your dick to check up on you, still licking and mouthing at the underside. You nodded, still coughing and unable to form words, but flashed him a thumbs up.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Should have warned ya it was coming.”

No no, you should have expected it, knowing what tickling does to him. If he’s laughing then it usually means he’s cumming. No harm, no foul.

“Well, still sorry though… Guess I better make it up to you, eh?~”

He gave a cheeky wink and immediately swallowed your whole cock into his mouth, deep throating you once again and proceeded to bring you to orgasm.

You gasped and couldn’t help but thrust into his mouth, the heat pooling and building in your abdomen. Your hands grabbed onto his waist on instinct, needing something to ground you as your orgasm quickly approached.

The hyena laughed again, tongue lapping at the underside, the action finally making you see white and your head throw back against the cushions. Your own load of creamy cum shot out into his mouth and down his greedy throat.

While you were panting and trying to catch your breath a second time, Ruggie made quick work hungrily licking up any stray remnants of your release from you. His tail was still lazily wagging behind him and you made to push him off of you.

“You don’t need to do that. That’s why I started bringing towels with me, for this exact reason.” You informed him.

“Hey, Grandma Bucchi said never to waste a warm meal.” He licked his chops with a grin.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Says the one who had my dick down his throat just a minute ago.”

You scoffed and playfully shoved his shoulder, earning another “shishishi” from him. You plopped back down onto the sheets and watched as he got up from the bed and stretched his aching muscles.

“Huh, where are you going?”

Ruggie didn’t stop from gathering up his clothes and began to put them back on. He slipped on his boxers and made to put his pants on next.

“This was fun, but I got chores to finish. Maybe I can see you later tonight or-“

You cut him off as he lifted up his arms to put on his shirt, wrapping your arms around his midsection and pulling him back onto the bed with you. The motion caught him completely off guard and he tumbled into the sheets and onto your lap.

“Oh no no no, you’re not going anywhere. Not until I get my aftercare cuddles first!”

The hyena struggled in your grasp, trying to wrestle his way out of your arms, but you weren’t budging. You made to flip him over so that you were now on top and using your weight to keep him pinned.

“We’ll cuddle later tonight, when all my chores are finished! But right now I have a long list of things Leona assigned me and-“

“Nope!” You cut him off by running your fingers along his stomach and sides, making him howl with winded laughter.

“I want cuddles now.”

You continued to playfully tickle the hyena, pinching at his sides and lightly blowing in his adorably fluffy ears and making them twitch.

“You work so hard and need a bit of a break. Just cuddle with me for a bit and once you’ve regained your strength, I’ll help you with some of the chores. Deal?”

You stopped your ticklish assault to allow him to breath and give a response. With no other choice, lest you continue to trap him with his one weakness, Ruggie nodded and agreed to stay for a little while longer.

The two of you got comfortable on the bed, him resting on top of you, head laying in the crook of your neck while you pet his ears. His tail occasionally would wag for a split second before going limp once more.

Before long your friend was snoozing away on your chest, soft snores escaping him. You gave a content sigh, planning to wake him in half an hour or so, but for now, just enjoying the comfortable moment together.

The two of you were exhausted and deserved a break.

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Raz’khul

Rating: NSFW Pairing: Male Uruk-hai x Plus-size Male MC Warnings: Blood, gore, symbolic cannibalism? (It’s weird and in a dream), violent sex, hair pulling.

Not me forgetting that Orctober was a thing and scrambling to write something up. Have a spicy Uruk-hai lover with vulnerability issues.

xxx

That night, you dream you hold your heart in your hands, kneeling in a swathe of light that comes from the moon above your head. In your palms, it still beats, blood trickling between your fingers like little streams that patter against the dirt like rain. You look up when the tent flap shifts and find him standing there silhouetted by the moonlight, naked as the day he was born. He crosses the space between you in a few short, powerful strides, kneeling before you and cupping his hands beneath yours.

As you watch, he paints his bruise-black skin with your blood: first a handprint over his face, and then intricate patterns that have been seared into your mind’s eye since the day you first laid eyes on him—the marks of war. He watches you intently as he does this, never blinking, never looking away. Your heart shrinks and crystallises beneath the intensity of his scrutiny, and you begin to feel cold and unfocused, the sight of him going fuzzy at the edges.

When your heart is little larger than a baby bird, his hands come up and close over it with a tenderness you rarely see in your waking moments, scooping it out of your hands and bringing it up to his tusked mouth to devour whole. This would alarm you in waking, but all you can feel is relief, like a weight lifting off of your shoulders of a burden held too long. He swallows and warmth blooms in your chest as your heart settles in his belly, nestled safely in the core of him, where no one can hurt it unless they cut him open and tear it out by hand.

You have always had a weak and fragile heart.

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Damhan and Altan, part two

Rating: SFW Pairing: Male Wereshark x Trans Male Werebear x Male reader

Had to go back and edit the first one because–surprise!–there’s polyamory. Who knew? Not me!

xxx

My legs weren’t broken, and that was about the extent of the good news. It meant that we didn’t need to figure out the logistics of me moving around when I got out of the hospital, since a wheelchair would hurt and crutches would have been a nightmare. Still, I had three broken ribs and a couple hairline fractures to my spine, so I walked out of the place like I was Frankenstein’s monster from a black and white movie.

Damhan was there at the front of the hospital when I came out, straddling a motorcycle and gesturing for me to get on. I hesitated for a variety of reasons, not least of which because my body felt like I’d been abused like bongos in a Donkey Kong soundtrack; a ride on a motorbike did not seem appealing at the moment. For another, I barely knew the man except for the few days I’d been an inpatient in the hospital, where he’d done nothing but make a nuisance of himself to the staff by demanding better treatment for me and going back and forth between visiting me and his bear friend in jail.

Still, it was a free ride, and it would probably be easier to puke over the side of a motorcycle than it would be to throw up in a taxi. I hauled myself onto the bike behind Damhan, wincing all the while, and then mumbled my address to the wereshark I’d be trusting with my life. To be fair, he made sure I wore a helmet and hauled my arms around his torso, so I was relatively sure I’d at least die copping a good feel of the muscles that damn near shredded his shirt. The ride home was uneventful, but I was so dizzy on the cocktail of antibiotics, pain medication, and the antivenin regimen keeping me from turning into a were that I mostly kept my eyes shut and my face tucked in against Damhan’s shoulder.

“Hey.”

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Sheb and Meetak

Rating: General Relationship: FTM Goblin/FTM Minotaur Additional Tags: Exophilia, Goblin, Minotaur, Transgender, Trans Monsters, Puppy Love, Orphans Content Warnings: Mention of Pregnancy Series: Shelter Forest - The Towns Words: 4937

Part one of a commission from @tiny-werebear​! Two boys from the Coleville orphanage run away to the city of Dunmountain to achieve their dreams. That proves harder than they expected. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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“Do you think I’m weird?” The minotaur child asked the goblin child. The first time the minotaur asked the goblin this question was when they were both nine years old. The minotaur’s horns had only just started to come in.

“No,” The goblin said, sitting on the minotaur’s broad shoulder, looking out over the town of Coleville from the hilltop upon which they were perched. “Why would you be?”

“Well…” The minotaur said, looking away in shame. “My parents raised me as a girl before they died, and Mother Anne said that I’m a girl and she dresses me like a girl, but… I don’t feel like one. I feel like I’m supposed to be a boy.” It was the first time he’d ever said this out loud to anyone.

“I don’t think that’s weird,” The goblin said, patting the minotaur’s head. “You can’t help how you feel. I don’t feel like a girl most of the time, but I’m not sure if I’m a boy, either. Besides, goblins don’t think about things that way. There isn’t actually a word for ‘boy’ or ‘girl’ in goblin, you know.”

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Monster Match #40: Sarangay

For @doomfisthero​​: “I’m a 5'11’’ probably bisexual guy (he/him pronouns) with glasses, a preference for taller/larger men, and a fondness for fantasy and imagination. I would like a match who can comfort me and listen when my anxiety and depression take over, but who pushes me to be better. I like to read, play games, and write, and I have a lot of dreams but struggle with the idea of having to wait for them. Finally, I get lonely sometimes, and I’d love someone dependable who loves having me in their life.”

You’ve been matched with a Sarangay!

The Sarangay is a creature of Filipino folklore resembling a minotaur with a jewel or gemstone attached to its ears. Sarangay are described as half male water buffalo and half man. According to legends, the creatures guard their jewels in a similar manner as dragons and mercilessly kill attempted thieves. It was said that when a Sarangay becomes enraged, smoke issues from its nostrils.

Waking up in a hoard was always a bit disorienting, no matter how many times it happened.

“Ansel!” You shouted after coming to consciousness in the middle of a bed made of soft, beautiful furs sewn into a mattress, stuffed with fresh cotton, lying atop a pile of gold coins from 12th century Europe. “This is getting ridiculous!”

“What!” His deep baritone called from the other room. “You belong there; you’re my greatest treasure!”

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[monstersandmaw]

Another Discord prompt for you:

“I have secrets you don’t know about.” male orc x male (though it’s really gn) reader - sfw

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“I have secrets you don’t know about…” you whispered, desperately trying to stave off the shaking that had begun in your limbs, travelling in towards your heart’s centre, unbidden, unwanted, and uncontrollable.  

He stared at you and then blinked softly. “Alright,” he rumbled. “You… uh… You want to talk about it?”

The mountain of shit you’d been through somehow didn’t seem ‘enough’ compared to the orc warrior’s violent past, but you felt your expression crumple before you’d even really registered it. “I…” you choked, and failed to keep going.  

“Hey,” he crooned, and took a step towards you right before he enveloped you in his massive embrace.  

Your mind went blank at the sudden contact and you looped your arms around his surprisingly soft middle before you’d even thought about it. 

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[2goth2moth]

Keep Me Warm Pt. 1 (NB!Squidperson x M!Human, NSFW)

My kink is open and honest communication. Also tentacles and prehensile genitalia.

Blair and Tilu are back, baby! Second part coming soon

Word Count: 2969

Includes: Non-human genitalia (tentacles), cockwarming, d/s undertones, coming untouched, mild consensual somnophilia, kink negotiation, perceived/ambient degradation

There wasn’t much that Blair felt he had to ask for in his relationship, sexually speaking. Tilu seemed to have a sixth sense for almost anything he wanted, broaching topics he had never dared voice about out loud with the same blunt honesty they did most other things. It was reassuring, the unspoken understanding that while Tilu wouldn’t be open to everything he wanted, and vice versa, they could talk about it openly and without judgement. And while he rarely had to, they had repeatedly said that they expected him to “put on his grown-up pants and ask” if he ever wanted something that they hadn’t already brought up. And he certainly intended to do just that.

They were sitting together on their couch in the golden sunlight of late afternoon. Blair was fiddling with a mug of warm, milky tea. Tilu had their bare feet tucked under his leg and was meticulously peeling an orange, a pile of pith and peel collecting in their lap.

“Tilu? Can I ask you something?”

They looked up from the knife they were running carefully between each segment. “Always. What’s up?”

He didn’t quite know how to bring it up, and the idea of finally saying it out loud made him nervous. “I want...um. Do you know anything about cockwarming?”

It didn’t even take a glance for Tilu to notice his nerves: the way he was swirling his mug, his painfully straight spine, the feverish rhythm of his feet tapping on the floor. They tugged one of their feet free and poked Blair in the side, trying to draw his attention back to them and away from his fear. “I know a bit, it seems like it would be nice. Why, you interested?” They shot him a devilish smile. “You know how much I like your dick. Can’t promise I’ll be very good though, I’m probably a little too impatient.”

Blair huffed out a single laugh. “Your teeth are also sharp, and you like biting things too much.” Tilu made a noise of indignation and poked him again, harder. He put down his tea and grabbed their ankle, bringing their foot to rest in his lap. He was smiling a little as he stroked their arch and the bones of their ankle, clearly still nervous but more settled than before. “And I didn’t mean me. I want to do it for you.”

“Blair, baby…” they said slowly, “I don’t have a cock.”

He stared at them. The expression on his face was one they were very familiar with, something caught between affection and exasperation. “I know that. But you do have other things that I can warm.”

“Oh. Ohhh,” they said, the realization visible in their eyes.

He nodded at them. The movement was a little shy, and he felt his face and ears heat up. His hand continued its nervous trail on their foot. Tilu put the knife down on the side table and began splitting the orange into segments. They collected half of them in their palm and gave them to Blair. He took the fruit gently, holding onto their hand long enough to kiss their knuckles.

Tilu giggled, flushing a little and tapping their fingers on his lips fondly. “I’m definitely interested, as long as you are. It seems like it would be really nice. Intimate.”

“Yeah.” Blair popped an orange segment in his mouth. “I want to be able to make you feel good like that.”

“You always make me feel good, baby boy.”

He dropped his gaze down to his lap, grumbling something about Tilu “trying to fluster him” very quietly.

After a deep breath in and out, he asked “Can we try it tonight, before bed?”

“Yes, please!” Tilu said excitedly, wiggling on the couch until they were sitting right next to him. A puff of air hit the side of his face as they propped their chin on his shoulder. “I can’t wait,” they cooed into his ear, cool breath making goosebumps erupt down his back.

◃◈▹

I’m fucking ready for this.

Blair stood in front of the mirror in their bathroom, thoroughly psyching himself up in the still-steamy glass. Usually neither he nor Tilu really “got ready” for sex unless it was a special occasion, but...this felt right. Completely clean, right from the shower, his skin was soft and smelled like Tilu’s lemon soap. The sweater he wore overtop was an old one, stolen from one of his ex’s closets. It was loose and hung well past his butt and hands, despite how tall he was. All he wore underneath were tight grey booty shorts, hugging his hips and the outline of his dick, the centre seam sinking between his cheeks. Both them and the shirt were favorites of Tilu, and he couldn’t help but think that it was a minor miracle that this was happening on a rare day that his lover hadn’t stolen either of them. There were a few surprises too. He couldn’t help but hope they liked them.

Steeling himself, he stepped out of the bathroom. Tilu was reclining comfortably on their bed, watching something on their phone. They were naked from the waist down and had one hand idly toying with their sheath, keeping their tentacles open and interested. Blair crawled up beside them.

The movement drew their attention and they dragged their eyes over his body. “Hey there, cutie,” they said with a low whistle. "Okay, so I will stop if you do or say anything that makes me think you’re not enjoying it, you can pull off whenever you want. Do you want me to keep going if you cum or fall asleep?"

“Yeah,” he replied quietly to both.

Settling down on his knees in front of them, he gently dragged abstract patterns onto their bare thigh. They sat up and leaned forward, catching him in a kiss that quickly turned wet and messy. Their long, slick tongue snaked into his mouth, twining around his own, filling his mouth with salty black spit and making him gag a little with each flick into his throat. Blair moaned around it, and Tilu shivered as the vibrations passed through them.

A thought crossed Blair’s mind and he pulled back suddenly. “Tilu, wait. If I sit on you the way I was going to, I’m going to crush you.”

“What,” they teased, “You don’t think I’m strong enough to handle you?”

“I am over a foot taller than you, and weigh like, a hundred pounds more. Take this seriously, I don’t want to hurt you.”

A soft kiss landed on the nervous corner of his mouth. “I know, I was just joking. Don’t worry, I know how we can do this so that I don’t get hurt. Okay?”

Blair turned to bump his nose against their cheek. “Okay.”

Tilu took his face in their hands, gaze filled with affection, and pressed their lips to his, sweet and chaste. He didn’t even get the chance to kiss back before a fierce grip on the back of his neck pulled him backwards.

“Turn around,” they purred, sitting up properly so that their back was propped against the headboard and putting a spare pillow down onto their legs for him to lie down on.

Blair obeyed without a second thought. Obviously he wasn’t moving fast enough for them, though, because it was only moments before they were roughly manhandling him out of his shorts and pushing him to straddle their lap, facing away from them. Now naked from the waist down, Blair’s skin was furiously heated as he lowered himself down onto his elbows.

“Oh, baby boy,” he heard Tilu whisper behind him.

A cool hand landed on each of his asscheeks, massaging them firmly. Each squeeze pulled them apart and exposed him to their burning gaze. Seated in his hole, generously slicked with lube, was his “surprise” for them: a shiny metal buttplug with a gorgeous opalescent stone set into the flared end. It had been a partly-joking birthday present earlier that year and he’d never had the guts to wear it before, but the pretty toy always caught his eye and he just knew that seeing it would make them very happy. From their reaction, he got the feeling he was right.

“Buying this was a good fucking decision.” Their fingers lightly brushed the edge of the plug where it met his rim. The teasing touch made his cock twitch against their lap and they made a pleased little noise at the feeling. “One of these days I’m gonna make you cum with just this plug. Also, I am absolutely going to start buying you more pretty things to use like this.”

Blair moaned quietly. “Please...want you inside me.”

“Well, if you insist.” He could practically hear them smirking.

The fingers that had been circling his slick rim locked around the base of the plug before pulling it out. They went excruciatingly slow, keeping him stretched around its widest part for as long as possible before it slipped out with a wet noise. His hole fluttered, clenching around nothing, and he whimpered, lowering his chest the rest of the way onto the pillow beneath him. Tilu leaned down to kiss each cheek in turn before gripping into his hips and pulling them back so that his ass was flush with their lap. Thin tendrils stroked around the sensitive ring of muscle.

Blair groaned long and low as the first tentacle breached him. He was already stretched out enough that intrusion didn’t hurt, but the feeling of the cool, dextrous muscle slipping inside of him and moving of its own accord was wonderful. Tilu kept massaging his cheeks as the rest of their tentacles plunged into him. When they finally bottomed out, fingers gripping tight into soft flesh, he exhaled shakily, letting his head drop down onto their shins.

“Relax, baby,” they said sweetly to him, smoothing their small hands over his sides in long, firm strokes.

With a deep breath in and out, Blair let himself go limp and boneless on top of Tilu. They stroked his flanks twice more before patting his butt.

“Good boy,” they cooed. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed back, nodding against their legs. “I will.”

“Good. Don’t make any other noise.”

Tilu squeezed his ass one last time before picking up their phone again and resting it on the small of his back. The sounds of the video they had been watching-- something about weaponsmithing if the hit of metal-on-metal and narration about edges and carbon content was anything to go on-- seeped into his brain, turning into ambient noise in his ears. He relaxed even further into the pillow under him, letting his eyes slip closed.

The tentacles inside him twisted of their own volition, coiling into a cone then spreading out, stretching his rim out as far as it would go comfortably. He could feel the cold-blooded flesh warm from the contact with his skin. They filled him up so well, just keeping him stuffed and open as he lay there placidly on Tilu’s legs. He could feel himself relaxing ever more, if that was even possible, each second that he lay there with those tendrils writhing inside him reducing him to a puddle of smitten goo in his lover’s lap. His breath was a quiet, even rhythm as he slipped closer and closer to falling asleep with each stroke of their tentacles against his walls.

Heat sparked up Blair’s spine when one tendril curled upwards in just the right place to caress his prostate. It took all his concentration to stay quiet at the touch, but his control crumbled to bits when it pushed against the sensitive gland more insistently at the same time as the rest of the tentacles stretched his hole around them. His back curled pathetically and he whined quietly against his will.

Hard fingernails dug into the side of his hip in a vicious pinch, hard enough to bruise. “I told you to not make noise unless you needed something. Do you?”

“N-no.”

“Are you still okay with me making you cum?” Another pinch, much softer this time, on his other thigh.

“Yes!”

“Do you still want to keep going after you cum?”

“Yeah.”

Those small hands grabbed each of his cheeks again, squeezing them and pulling them apart, exposing his hole stretched around their tentacles to the air. “Bite down on the pillow if you need to make noise, okay? I don’t really want to be distracted.”

Blair nodded and sank his teeth into the pillow beneath him as the phone was placed back on his ass and the video started up again. The tendrils stayed blessedly still for several minutes before one curiously stroked against his prostate again. He bit down on the fabric between his teeth and whimpered as quietly as he could at the feeling. His cock twitched between the two of them, fully hard now. It took a nearly painful amount of control for him to resist rutting down onto Tilu.

Those tentacles kept writhing inside him, sliding against his slick walls, filling him up so nicely. Every so often one of them ventured back to that sensitive little gland, sending pleasure shooting through him before teasingly backing off, leaving him aching. Each little nudge was stoking the flame of his arousal until his cock was weeping pre-cum onto Tilu’s skin. Weak moans and sighs escaped his mouth only to get caught by the pillow, and his back was slick with sweat from the effort of not grinding against them. He was determined to be good for Tilu, to do this right, so he refused to give in. Several tentacles curling into his prostate at the same time made his hips stutter, just barely, but he stopped himself before it could go any further, thighs quivering with the effort.

“You can grind on me, if you want,” Tilu said behind him. Their voice was bored in a very purposeful way that always betrayed their amusement. “As long as you don’t move too much.”

Blair whimpered into the pillow, just loud enough for them to hear. Their tentacles circled his prostate teasingly before they started massaging it rhythmically and insistently-- all of them. He bit back a strangled yelp that never made it past his lips, and began working his hips in small circles onto the legs underneath him, trying to disturb them as little as possible. Each slow, intoxicating press into him was gradually driving him mad. They never let up, never pulled away from that spot inside of him, twisting and rubbing and massaging him into an oblivion of pleasure. He could feel his orgasm growing inside of him with each slick stroke and each grind of his hips. Tilu lay still beneath his unravelling form, and it became violently clear to Blair that this was almost all subconscious, that they might as well have been sitting there watching their documentary by themself. That the searching probe of their clustered tentacles inside him, taking him apart piece-by-piece, was no more an active decision than the way they fiddled with the hems of their sleeves or the way his own dick was stuttering and leaking underneath his stomach. He had offered to be their cockwarmer-- well, as close as they had to a cock-- and they were using him as idly as that role implied.

He clamped down hard on the fabric in his mouth to stifle the broken moan that tore from his throat as he came, sticky white cum staining his stomach, Tilu’s lap, and the bed beneath them. His entire back tensed up and he was panting heavily as Tilu’s tentacles continued milking him through his climax. The assault on his prostate never let up, not even as he began quivering with overstimulation, the dregs of his orgasm pulsing out of him weakly. Shaky and boneless, he fully collapsed down onto their lap, completely ignoring the mess under him. The tendrils kept massaging, way past milking him dry, until he slipped into a dreamy haze, still twitching slightly.

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When Blair resurfaced, he was warm and content, still straddling Tilu’s legs. Their phone was no longer propped on his back, and they had one hand rubbing soothing strokes along the length of his spine.

“Hey, baby boy,” they said to him with an impossibly soft smile.

“Hey.” He smiled tiredly back, his voice slurring a little. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah, it’s been an hour or so. You looked so cute that I didn’t want to wake you up, but staying like this is going to really fuck with your knees. Also I want a snack.”

“Mmmmmmm,” he moaned, arching his back a little bit. “Did you like it?”

“Fuck, you have no idea how much.”

Tilu carefully helped him up off his knees. The feeling of their tentacles slipping out of him with a quiet wet sound was obscene, and he felt his hole clench around nothing, suddenly unused to the emptiness. They pulled him up to sit beside them, legs slung sideways over their thighs. Those firm, affectionate strokes continued along his back and shoulders, pausing every so often so that they could caress the side of his neck or the skin behind his ear. If he had been a cat, he would be purring like a generator at their admission and their loving touches. As it was, he was still sleepy, and curled up closer around their smaller body.

Blair looked at them through his eyelashes. “Do you want me to do it again?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Each syllable was punctuated with a small chaste kiss to his cheek, his nose, his forehead. “One request though: next time, use your mouth.”

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Call me King (Aragorn x Transmasc Reader)

This is just 90% projecting by volume, I'm so sorry. I based it off this post where I talk a bit about my pronouns and gender identity, so if you want more context please go see that. Also gonna tag the handsome @messiambrandybuck in this!! I hope you can relate to it buddy, sorry if it's weird in any way! ;-;

(P/N) stands for Parent’s Name. Feel free to either make up a name or pick whichever parent you’re closest to lol

Also, "meleth" means "love" in Elvish :)

You were a ranger. Have been for sometime now. Ever since Strider found himself in your shop and convinced you to escape with him, you've been on the road. The words he said that day still ring throughout your head.

“It is not a pretty life I can offer you, but a happy one.”

Luckily for you both, “pretty” was the last thing you wanted. Aragorn had always loved your rough and tumble nature. Never one to mind being dirty, sweaty and grimy. If anything you reveled in it. You loved the adventure and danger of it all. And most of all, you liked being beside Aragorn.

“A mannish woman” some might call you. That title always made you stop for a second, though Strider could never quite figure out why. That is, until the day you had stopped at an inn run by someone who was, apparently, an old friend of your family.

“Hey, I’ve seen your face before!” The bartender remarked with a laugh.

“You have?”

“Yeah, I know you! You’re (P/N)’s boy, aren’t you?”

“Ah, yes sir!”

“It’s good to see you again lad!”

As the two of you continued talking, Aragorn listened in close behind. Mostly because he’s always been rather protective of you, but more so because the man’s words peaked his interest. Part of him planned on dropping it that night, but you, ever observant of your love, had other plans.

“Strider, are you feeling well?”

“Yes, why?”

“Sorry, you just look like you’re thinking very hard about something.”

Aragorn looked up at you, then back at the campfire. You could tell something was up, but wondered whether or not to press the issue. He was known to be like this, brooding and stoic as ever. Anytime he explained himself to anyone else but you was a feat. And even with you, his love, he still had trouble sometimes.

“Why did that man call you a boy, meleth…”

“Ah, I see..” You pursed your lips, “It’s kind of a long story.”

“Is it one you feel alright sharing?”

“Yes, love, if anything it’s better that you know.”

You scoot closer to Aragorn as he turns his full attention to you. Smoking his beloved pipe with one hand, and gently sliding a finger to tuck your hair back with the other, he listens. You’re not sure if you’re shivering from the cold, the contact or the nerves.

“Strider, I am.. not entirely a woman.”

This catches his attention as he gives you a puzzled look.

“It-it’s complicated. I know I keep my hair long and am not particularly worried about binding my breasts, but.. I can’t deny how wonderful it feels to look down at my armor and see my chest is flat.”

“I like looking like a woman, in some ways." You continue, "Or at least I like being androgynous. I revel in the shock on people’s faces when they see a female ranger, that's always fun. But I can’t help but feel like I’m a man inside. Like I was supposed to be born a man and the Gods themselves made a crucial mistake. There’s moments when I look at my mannerisms and thoughts and think ‘Wow I really am a man’ and it feels.. Good. I like being a man. But I don’t look like one and that is what confuses me.”

Strider looks back at the fire, and thinks for a while. You get more and more nervous as the silence drags on.

“You know what, forget what I said. I’ve been thinking too much, that’s all-”

“What should I call you, love.”

“...What?”

“Your name and titles, meleth, what should I call you?”

He takes your hands in his rough ones and for a moment you feel a tad envious. His hands are so large and calloused. You wish you could have hands like that. But shaking the thoughts away, you look up at him guiltily. Like a puppy who’s scared it did something wrong. But Aragorn replies with nothing but a warm, soft smile.

“I want to make you comfortable, Y/N. Tell me your title and I will call you it. And by Eru, I will make sure everybody else does too.”

You chuckle at that last part.

“Well, I’m not sure what to do with the pronouns.. I think we can try experimenting with those. But I-I’d like to be called by masculine titles!”

“Alright handsome.” He winks and chuckles at you.

Flushing bright red, you smile bashfully. It never occurred to you how right that word might feel. Aragorn hugs you tightly to his chest and presses a kiss on the top of your head.

“A fine set of kings we’ll make.”

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Brace, part One

Rating: SFW Length: 1272 Pairing: Male-Coded Android x GN Reader

A dark sci-fi fantasy romance. Huge trigger warnings for genocide, child death, attempted murder, injury, blood, heavy religious themes.

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It’s another grey day in Spire City, and rain comes down in streams against your prison window. As you watch, neon lights flicker and steam in the downpour, advertising dentists and bars and career opportunities in Jackson Thomas’s Silver Spire. You can see the Spire in the distance, lit up like a beacon in the haze of watery white noise. You’re sure that you could navigate the labyrinthine streets of the city using it as one would a compass needle, if only you were given half a chance.

You are one of the Fallen: a branded human who developed an unstable genome that gave you supernatural powers, thus deviating from the humans who pass on to sit at the foot of the Beholder’s throne. In the beginning, before the phenomena became widespread, your kind was whispered about behind closed doors, nothing more than an insubstantial spectre in the dark. Then, when more and more children were born with strange powers, the world flew into a panic.

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Damhan and Altan, part two

Rating: SFW Pairing: Male Wereshark x Trans Male Werebear x Male reader

Had to go back and edit the first one because–surprise!–there’s polyamory. Who knew? Not me!

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My legs weren’t broken, and that was about the extent of the good news. It meant that we didn’t need to figure out the logistics of me moving around when I got out of the hospital, since a wheelchair would hurt and crutches would have been a nightmare. Still, I had three broken ribs and a couple hairline fractures to my spine, so I walked out of the place like I was Frankenstein’s monster from a black and white movie.

Damhan was there at the front of the hospital when I came out, straddling a motorcycle and gesturing for me to get on. I hesitated for a variety of reasons, not least of which because my body felt like I’d been abused like bongos in a Donkey Kong soundtrack; a ride on a motorbike did not seem appealing at the moment. For another, I barely knew the man except for the few days I’d been an inpatient in the hospital, where he’d done nothing but make a nuisance of himself to the staff by demanding better treatment for me and going back and forth between visiting me and his bear friend in jail.

Still, it was a free ride, and it would probably be easier to puke over the side of a motorcycle than it would be to throw up in a taxi. I hauled myself onto the bike behind Damhan, wincing all the while, and then mumbled my address to the wereshark I’d be trusting with my life. To be fair, he made sure I wore a helmet and hauled my arms around his torso, so I was relatively sure I’d at least die copping a good feel of the muscles that damn near shredded his shirt. The ride home was uneventful, but I was so dizzy on the cocktail of antibiotics, pain medication, and the antivenin regimen keeping me from turning into a were that I mostly kept my eyes shut and my face tucked in against Damhan’s shoulder.

“Hey.”

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[Demon] "Catching" Your Roommate

Demon Male x Male Reader

Freed

Warnings: This one is a lemon, big demon heat, slight thigh worship, slow burn-ish, breed/wife things closer to end

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The rain thundered against your windshield as you drove down the desolate street. Everyone had retreated to some building for the night.

Shit... It's getting worse...

You thought to yourself as you carefully got closer and closer to your shared home. You let out a small sigh of relief as you pulled into your driveway, seeing he had made it home fine. "Glad he got home before this shit storm hit..." You mumbled out to yourself. You turned off the car after slipping it into park, grabbed the keys, being ready to unlock the door. You made sure you had everything you needed before getting out and quickly running up to the front door.

The door opened and you were finally saved from the rain, quickly, yet gently, shutting it behind you. Another sigh of relief slipped past your lips as you set your keys on the table and heading to your room to slip out of your soaking wet clothes.

Wonder if he's asleep...

You didn't bother to check and just wanted to get into some dry clothes. Once you got to your door, you noticed it was cracked slightly and the light was on. You decided to peak in and wow... Did you not expect to see that. Your roommate, Freed, was laying on your bed, jacking off while sniffing a pair of your briefs. His arrow-tipped tail was flicking back and forth as he mumbled something. You only watched a little while longer before his eyes looked to the door and almost instantly locked eyes with yours. Your eyes widened slightly and you backed away from the door. You were about to retreat into the living room when he came up behind you and held you close to him by the waist.

"F-freed what are you doing? I-is something wrong?" You asked, acting as if nothing was wrong. He nuzzled his nose into your neck and inhaled deeply. One of his horns was pressed against your head as his hands gripped your hips just a little tighter, pulling your frame against his massive one. "Freed, a-are you ok?" He didn't say anything and just picked you up, taking you back to your room and setting you down by the door. He closed and locked it before turning back to you.

"(Y/n), there's so much wrong but... I can't help it..." He walked over to you and turned you to face him. His slim fingers angled your chin up to look at him. "Can I kiss you? Please let me kiss you." He pleaded. You didn't respond and when you didn't, he started to strip you of your clothes. Your face lit up as you tried to stop him. "H-hey, Freed! Stop..!" He paused momentarily to look down into your eyes. "You're soaking wet (Y/n), we don't want to get you sick." His hands continued to pull your pants off before moving back up to your shirt.

You tried to stop him from removing that as well but he still managed to get it off. "Freed w-why are you doing this?" You asked weakly. He smirked and picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. "I'm sorry... You forgot, didn't you? You came at a... Really bad time." He said huskily into your ear. "Y-you mean..? But I thought..."

"Yeah me too... It came early... I'm sorry..." He laid you flat on the bed and hovered overtop of you before grinding himself against your still-covered cock. "No it, it's fine... Mhmm~" You let out a small moan as he continued to grind against you. "(Y/n) will you help me... Please... Please let me use your body... I promise I won't hurt you... Please, (Y/n), please..." He leaned down and kissed your neck before sucking gently, making you moan softly once more.

"Free-ed, Freed look at mh~ me..."

His once soft green eyes are now bright and glowing. "Just this~ ah~ once... I... I'll let you... I trust you..." You saw him smile briefly before going back to sucking at your neck. His hips never stopped grinding but his hand roamed over your upper body. His movements were so gentle, so fluid. As if he'd always imagined doing this with you.

He pulled away and gently peeled away your boxers, slipping them off of your legs and throwing them somewhere in the room. "Gods you're beautiful (Y/n)... You are so..." He leans down and positions himself so that he's between your thighs. "Beautiful~"

Freed moans softly as he gently coaxed you to press your thighs against his head. You had been watching him the whole time and the absolute face of pleasure he had was stunning. You had never seen him make a face like that before in the many years the two of you have been friends. He looked so happy, so content.

"Freed..." Your eyes widened slightly as you realized you called his name. His pupils dilated slightly when he looked up to you. He smiles gently and closes his eyes as he presses his cheek into your thigh for a moment longer before moving back up. His rather large boner was pressed against your own smaller one which made you shiver.

"(Y/n), give me your hands..." You did as requested and held your hands out to him. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them up to his head. "Please hold onto them, tug them, rub them, anything while I prep you..." Freed panted softly as your hands gently wrapped around the large black horns that protrude from his soft white hair.

He got a bottle of lube from who knows where and coated his fingers and your entrance. You shivered once again and slightly tightened your grip on his horns pulling his head closer to your chest. He inhaled sharply before looking up to your eyes. The two of you locked eyes yet again as he gently pushed in a finger. You gripped more onto his horns as he moved his finger in and out, warming you up for another.

You decided to take some initiative and gently stroked his horns up and down. They felt so, odd, yet so nice. The small ribs on the horns almost massaged your soft hands. Freed let out a rather low moan as he slipped another finger into you, making you moan as well. He moved his head to look up to before looking at your neck where some hickeys were starting to form.

Freed practically drooled at the sight. He leaned up to your neck again, making you slightly lose the hold on his horns. Your hands rested on the side of his head, to which you ended up gently rubbing his pointed ears as he created more hickeys on your neck. His fingers were still scissoring you for a moment before he slipped a third in. You let out a surprised moan and some heavier pants as he moved his fingers in and out of your hole.

"Freed please... I, I can't wait~ I already feel like I'm gonna come..!" Your last words were rushed as that heat in the pit of your stomach was starting to make itself more known. Freed bit his bottom lip as he pulled his head back. He moved your hands back to his horns. His body was trembling, like he was about to explode as well. "Once I do this... I dont think i'll be able to hold back..."

Your eyes locked with his. "Its OK. Im~ Ready Freed..." He looked down and positioned himself at your entrance. Freed held onto your hips as he pushed in, his cock stretching more than his fingers did. You moaned out in pain and pleasure as you tugged on his horns, pulling his head closer to your face.

I feel so full~

"Oh gods Freed..." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His panting became heavier as he started to slowly thrust. You let out rather loud moans as his dick hit every good spot. "AH~ FREED!" You yelled his name as he hit your prostate.

That was his breaking point.

His thrusts became aggressive, making you hold onto his horns as if they were a lifeline, moans spilling from your lips as he pounded into your hole. Freed looked up to you momentarily before hungrily capturing your lips in a kiss. This must have been for not letting him earlier. His tongue made its way into your mouth, you responding just as eagerly.

"(Y/n), look at me." His demanding voice called out to you. You did as told and he smirked. He thrust harshly into you, you could practically feel it in your stomach and what a feeling that was. "I'm going to breed you (y/n). You'll have my children, and you'll be my wife." You simply responded by moaning at his thrusts and gently closing your eyes as he somehow got even more aggressive with his thrusting, saying he was getting closer to his release.

"Tell me. Do you want me to breed you?" He laughs. "Not like I care. I will breed you. Fill you to the brim with my cum." His words, while vulgar, were making the experience more heated. "Dammit Freed..! Ahha~ Please! Please!" You begged him for release. He caught your lips in a kiss again, before thrusting in, and making you reach that magical climax. You pulled your head away from him to moan out and breathe as he kept thrusting into you before finally coming. Your walls tighten around him as you felt his huge load fill you.

You moaned slightly as he gently pulled out, but something was quickly put in its place. "F-freed... Wh..." Your voice was failing, worn out from moaning. He smirked again and kissed your slightly swollen lips. "For safe keeping." He said, lying down next to you. "I'll be honest. I'm still... Really horny... But... You look tired..."

He was right. You were very tired after that. "I'll go get you some water and clean up a bit~ Relax..."

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"(Y/N) I'M SO SORRY I DONT KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME YESTERDAY AND I CANT BELIEVE WE DID THAT." Freed was frantically trying to apologize for his sudden heat yesterday and make it up to you considering when you tried to stand after waking up you collapsed.

He had comically large tears coming out of his eyes as he did everything to make you comfortable. He made breakfast, made the couch super cozy, he waited on you head to toe.

"Freed."

He looked up to you when his name was called with a really cute pout on his face. You smiled sweetly at him and beckoned him over to sit next to you on the couch. He did so and you cuddled up to him, making him blush heavily. "Do you like me Freed. And not just as a friend." You looked up to him as a blush covered his face. "I-I mean... Y-yeah... I uh, I do..." He looked at the TV, trying not to make eye contact with you. "How long?"

Freed admitted to you. You smiled and cuddled closer to him. "Cuddle me." You demanded to him. He did as you wished and you leaned up to his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw.

"Huh?"

"How long have you liked me?"

"A few years now."

"I'll be your wife."

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Animal Instinct (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Warning: NSFT Content up ahead (18+ only), Non-Con, Predator-Prey Dynamics, Degradation

Word Count: 2454 words

Summary: You’re caught by the beast hunting you, but he makes it clear killing you isn’t his goal.

Request: Could ya do a Male werewolf x Male reader. And make it like a predator and prey scenario which turns spicy (SMUT) Plssssssssss😙

A/N: I’m gonna be honest y’all, this one is SPICY 🌶. I’ve added a short optional aftercare scene at the end, which establishes it as a consensual roleplay between two lovers, mostly because of the intensity of this piece. But if straight non-con is your thing, then enjoy!

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Nymrius

Rating: NSFW Length: 1546 Pairing: Male Drider x Male Reader (both cis)

Pure filth. *Blows kiss* For the spider lovers out there.

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Hanging upside down from a thread of silk wasn’t the first thing I thought would happen on a weekend evening, but I would be lying if I said it was my first time. This instance was significantly less sexy, however, and I was sure the kind of eating that was planned wasn’t the pleasurable sort. “Getting desperate?” I asked, trying to ignore the pressure of the blood rushing to my head in favour of looking up at my captor.

“Shut up,” said the young drider who was dragging me up into his web, thin arms struggling with my weight. Driders always were on the delicate side, and I was anything but; I’d make a few meals for him yet, I reckoned.

“I might have the right to remain silent, but I lack the capacity,” I said, struggling to get a better view of my soon-to-be-murderer. “Afraid for my life and all. You understand.”

“I said, ‘be quiet’!” the drider snapped, though his voice trembled.

“‘Shut up’, actually,” I quipped, letting out an embarrassing squeak when I was heaved the rest of the way up in one unceremonious yank.

“Are all humans this odious?” the drider muttered, chest heaving almost as much as mine was.

“Only the ones who don’t want to die.”

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