The Agents 2
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30 Days Of Night: The Coldest Night
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Selene had heard stories as a girl of the many covens not officially affiliated with their sect. Victor had done a good job keeping her in the dark about what he could. When she arrived on the stone steps of the estate the cold winds whipped at her cheeks and the mask covering them as she hammered on the large steel door. The small window opens and she's met with the feral face of the gatekeeper. She barks something in an ancient language which translates to "Do you speak the old tongue?"
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Selene: I can understand some but I don't speak it no.
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Gatekeeper: English then. What do you want?
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Selene: To speak to Ramsese. Tell him it's Selene, Victor's Selene.
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*The door opens and the large framed woman with the mouth full of jagged chompers beckons her in.*
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Gatekeeper: You wait here, I hope he knows you. That door doesn't open many times.
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*Selene Waits by the wall while the woman disappears into the snow and fog. When she returns, the woman leads her into the estate directly to the study where Ramsese was sat and mumbles on her way out the door and back to her post.*
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Gatekeeper: Careful tiny, he bites.
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Ramsese: I apologize for my children, they are humbled by your beauty. We grow wild here, they do not know the civility of our kind. They only know to feed. Things are simpler this way. Victor liked complications, how well did that serve him?
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Selene: Fair point. I'm only here to lend a word of warning.
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*A deep hearty laugh emits from the elder.*
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Ramsese: I have yet to encounter anyone or thing here that require such caution.
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Selene: Which is exactly why I'm lending it. The world has changed, your feeding habits aren't going to be tolerated by the humans any longer and you're now to live off of blood reserves specifically allocated for our kind to feed our thirst.
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*Ramsese laughs even louder.*
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Ramsese: And what of our hunger?
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Selene: You can eat as the rest of us do.
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Ramsese: As I've said before, my children here have grown wild and do not understand the civility you and I are accustomed to. The hunt and taste of a fresh kill go hand in hand with it's sustenance. They'll not live as pets.
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Selene: Which is again why I am warning you. I'm not involved in any of this, but being as you were once in good standing with my coven I found it only fair to tell you that you've attracted the attention of a clan of assassins.
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Ramsese: Humans!? You come with tilted words and empty promises on behalf of our cattle!?
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Selene: Your cattle had friends.
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Ramsese: Let them come. We are as nature would have us, if there is conflict, we will deal with them as we did all others who've come before.
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Selene: You've been warned, I don't care what you do from here on. It's not on me to save all of you, change how you live or die.
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*Selene turns and leaves and as her snow mobile disappears into the distance, the cold snow and fog envelope her until she slows to a stop directly in front of the dark armored figure with eyes as cold and icy as the crown formed on his helmet.*
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Selene: He won't see reason.
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Bi-Han: It would not matter.
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Selene: He has children there. It would matter to them.
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Bi-Han: I cannot promise you their safety.
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Selene: Over one student?
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Bi-Han: The Lin Kuie are tought to operate in stealth and secrecy. Part of that secrecy involves avoiding interaction and Doshai knew this. If something has happened to him, it would not have been provoked. They need pruning.
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Selene: And who decides this?
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Bi-Han: Those who can.
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*A pillar of ice forms beneath the samurai catapulting him toward the estate. The pillar then breaks down into snow that follows him and forms a bridge he slides down on his feet directly in front of the front door and past the guard at the gate. And so one by one while the antarctic slipped into darkness, Bi-Han collected their heads to bring back to the Lin Kuie. As he finished with their flock however, he felt as though he were being watched. He suddenly realized, he'd only killed those nesting in the estate; mostly women and children. The hunters had returned, and come home to the slaughter of their loved ones. Cry after cry rang out as each of the men and women returned to their quarters to each find a gruesome scene. The grandmaster hears yells and shrieks in an unknown language until a final two words are bellowed and echo throughout the halls.
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Elder Hunter: FIND THEM!
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*Sub-Zero forms another pillar beneath him that elevates him to the shadows of the high ceilings where the ice breaks down and follows to form a platform barely visible without light. When the first hunter comes stalking in from the next room silently, he sniffs around which leads him directly beneath the long spear of ice tha Bi-Han stabs through his forehead and out of his upper back. It breaks down into snow once more and forms a second platform that he leaps to from the one he's on. With each new hunter that entered the room, another was added to the cold blooded killer's trophy collection. The pile of bodies in the corner of the room attracted new prey that would then join the pile until after sixty two hunters, only seven remained. What made the master assassin leave the room in search of the others, was a voice he'd heard walk by talking to another hunter; Doshai's voice.
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Female Hunter: You said you were alone! They were killed the same way I saw you kill the others who attacked me.
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Doshai: No, this is Sensei Bi-Han. We need to leave right now, he'll either think I'm dead or abandoned my post.
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Female Hunter: I threw my entire life away for this. I at least want our baby to live.
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Doshai: Our child will have a full and happy life.
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*Bi-han sweeps his legs out from under him while forcing him head first into the stone wall by the stairs where it leaves a splatter of blood that drips down to where he falls. The female hunter engages in combat for only a moment with the ice demon and even that lands her on her back with the wind knocked out of her. Another male hunter joins the scene and is quickly dealt with before he follows the young pregnant vampiress into the next part of the corridor. Trapped by a locked door, he's once again upon her before another young female hunter dawning tomahawks leaps at him from behind Doshai's mate who's fallen to the floor attempting to get away. Looking behind her, she sees an open ventilation duct leading to the next room and crawls to it while the heroic female huntress buries both of her weapons into his chest. She makes it through and looks back to see Bi-han stare at her blankly for a moment until a spike of ice instantly forms and grows until it impales her from underneath and exits through her mouth before it grows until her body snaps like a rubber band. The blood thirsty baby bearing beauty wastes no time alerting the next hunter she sees of the intruder's location despite knowing the ending that awaited him. She escapes to the parking lot where she points two more of the hunters toward the door the last one disapeared through but as they approach the entrance the door is frozen shut with ice forming beneath their feet. The double doors swell and as though a bomb had gone off the door explodes and shears both men in to pieces with their feet frozen to the ground. By the time Bi-Han exits the estate the young female had took to the icy road in an SUV.
The merciless grandmaster forms a pillar that elevates him high enough to see the direction the tire marks led. As he slides toward them he sees the vehicle driving away. He lands momentarily and then launches himself with a pillar at a steeper angle. With perfect precision he lands on the rear of the vehicle and hastily uses the mounting rack to swing himself into the driver side window. His foot forms ice underneath it that shatters the glass and itself as he kicks through it and into driver's face in the process. She jerks the wheel to the right sending the car off the road as Bi-Hand pulls his legs back out of the car and time slows for a moment as he traverses the tire of the SUV while the vehicle rolls underneath him before he rolls to safety leaving the young vampiress to bounce around the inside of the car wreck. He pulls her mangled body from what's left of the automobile and sees her eyes slowly awaken and become aware of her situation and then with one hand he throws her over a hundred yards down the road leaving a long bloody streak leading to her body. She's barely lucid when she hears the tiny squeaking like a small bird before the squish. What she hears next hits both of them like an eighteen wheel truck, which is what Selene had chosen to put an end to the night. Half a mile down the road Sub-Zero's body scraped against the cold hard ground until he hit the base of a tree. Selene Finds the woman she'd put in worse condition than how she found her and saved her from certain death.
Vowing to avenge her child and the man she'd wed just three nights prior, the young vampiress transforms herself. Her teeth were too wild, her face too rough and distinctive; and by the end she was as lovely and breath taking as life and death itself. She assumed a new identity using her late husband's last name but kept her old profession from before she was turned. *
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Dr. Nora Fries: Behavioral science only works if the person you're attempting to perform it on gives a shit about what's coming out of your mouth in the first place. I knew you briefly, and you briefly, and neither were pleasant experiences. I'm not inclined to grant favors, fill out the paperwork and someone will be by to help you shortly.
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*She calmly walks into the back room and grabs her blender bottle and sandwich she made out of a dead man's heart with mayo and lettuce out of the fridge. Her issue of the Daily Planet's headline read "Ninjas In Gotham" in large font.*
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Selene: You need to stop looking.
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Nora: What else can I do? Everything, he took everything.
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Selene: He couldn't take your life, value it.
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Nora: This is not a life.
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Selene: I'll remember that next time I think of saving you.
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*The death dealer walks back into the shadows and as if they were and exit, she disappears. Nora was used to it by now, nothing seemed to bother her about coming back to the world. She was taken as a bride for her physical attributes as well as her fitness, but that had only been for three years. Once she was turned, all it took was the smell of fresh blood for her to join them. The thirst is too overwhelming at first, like you've needed it all your life and are just now feeling the hunger pangs of it's absence. A nurse walks in just as Nora's finishing her meal.*
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Nurse: Dr. Fries, I got another guy out here asking for you. This one's got an eye patch and he looks like a war vet.
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Nora: God damnit. Alright fine, I'll be out in a minute.
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*The face she's greeted with standing by the receptionist's desk was wild, baring hair protruding from all angles of his face. His eyes are cold and despite smelling his blood from where she was standing, she could tell he was not prey.*
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Kano: I hear you're looking for someone, a demon of sorts.
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Nora: Sir, please have a seat and one of the nurses will be with you in a moment.
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Kano: I haven't got that kind of time. I'm here for a little business transaction. Can we talk in private? What do you know about cryogenics?
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"i dont know how to love you"
i cannot keep you too close, for this double edged blade is always going to pierce the both of us.
i apologize; i apologize for loving you, for knowing the way you breathe and live, for learning every crevice of you and letting you think i will stay.
i need you too much to acknowledge, a book you only just bought fitting into your shelf like it had always been there.
i need you like how the sun needs the moon, like how a car needs an engine in order to function, like how everything in this world is disastrously connected, broken when something in the gears is out of place.
i want you more than I have ever wanted anything, i dream of you, dreamt of you even before i knew the outline of you. i want you more than i can ever have, more than i want to admit to myself.
you are like oxygen and i am a drowning man, fearful in the ocean of your love I do not know how to reciprocate.
i want you, but i have long since known how to want anything, and your hands break every single lock and chain surrounding my heart with a single movement, and I am scared.
i don’t know how to love you how you deserve, how you love me. you are too easy to love, too easy to care for; and when you touch me it feels like the touch of the divine, my faith in any god that's not you dwindling when our fingers intertwine.
too much of me is gone, surrendered to you without question, and i cannot feel myself in the abyss of you and it scares me. it terrifies every one of my limbs and i start to shake so much i forget to register it as movement.
your gentleness consumes me and my entirety, everything that used to be mine now filled with all of your habits and quirks i've found through my longing to know more of you, with all of the stares that last far too long for someone who doesn’t know you’re looking at them.
and in the dead of night where there is nothing but the fear of our love and the silence of the night, you will feel my love in the heat of my fingertips and the beating of my heart through the space between my broken ribs, and we will not speak nor affirm, but the two of us will know, and you will hold me tight enough that i can barely breathe.
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Pinned Post!
Here's all the information you'll need to navigate my dumpster fire of a blog! This post is pretty long, sorry!
Created: 12/03/2022
Last Updated: 02/08/2024
DNI (turned out longer than I expected, I may have over-explained. Oh well):
Bigots of any kind (bigotry towards terfs is okay because honestly fuck them.) THIS INCLUDES: Homophobia, Biphobia, Transphobia, any kind of hatred AT ALL towards ANY group within the LGBTQ+ community, Nazism, Anti-Semitism, Racism, Sexism, Ableism, Ageism, Xenophobia, Islamophobia, etc.
Any one under the age of 13. If you're under 13, you really shouldn't be on tumblr, but I can't control people's kids, so idc. If I find out you're under 13 and interacting with my blog, I will block you at bare minimum until you're 14.
NSFW blogs. While I say my blog is recommended for 16+, that does NOT mean I allow NSFW content of ANY KIND. My blog is 16+ for LANGUAGE and OCCASIONAL MATURE THEMES, not for NSFW content. (This was a lie, I'm a liar, there will be occasional hornyposts)
Assholes. I get that everyone has their own opinion, but if you start harassing me or any of my mutuals/followers, you WILL be blocked immediately. I may be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but I don't go out of my way to attack people for no reason. I will uphold everyone else around these parts to the same standards.
Trumpies/MAGAs/Far-right Conservatives. I'm all for political freedom, but I don't want any of those kinds around for safety and personal reasons. Also, refer to Bullet Point Number Four for further information on why I don't want Trumpies around here.
Religious nuts. Practice your religion however you please, I'm all for it. If you want, you can POLITELY educate me and anyone else who is okay with it about your religion. I'm taking a World Religions class and am very open to learning about other peoples' faiths. HOWEVER, if somebody says to shut up about religion, SHUT UP ABOUT RELIGION. If your only purpose is to tell people about "The Word of God" or whatever, GTFO. DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, use religion as a tool for hate, or use someone else's religion as a tool for hatred.
People who can't take a joke. I (and many others on this site) am a sarcastic sunnuvabitch, and cannot take time to account for EVERYONE'S feelings towards EVERY subject. I will do my best to use tone indicators (I forget sometimes) but do not get md if I don't. If it bothers you, leave. If I say something that offends you, let me know in my DMs and I'll work it out with you as best I can.
About me:
My name is Ozzie, I'm 18 years old, and I use He/They or E/Em pronouns. I'm still figuring out my gender identity, so I use the term transmasc for now. I'm demiromantic and bisexual. I am in a polyamorous relationship with my partners who I am absolutely enamored with and cannot shut up about. I have ADHD, MDD, and ASD. I also have uncontrollable tics (most likely caused by medications I was taking) but that doesn't really affect stuff online. I like dad jokes, animals (if you have pictures or facts about animals, I'd love to hear them!), art, music, and writing. I'm into video games like Minecraft, Pokemon, Animal Crossing, and some others I can't think of right now (mainly open-world, chill games.) My favorite movie is The Princess Bride (shut up, it's a classic) and I love horror movies.
What to expect:
I have absolutely no idea. Hope for the best, expect the worst, I guess. Seriously though, most of this blog is me saying dumb shit, me reblogging other people's art and absolutely going apeshit over how amazing it is, and me reblogging random shit I see because I have no shame. Probably a lot of Skeleton War nonsense, because fuck you, that's why. Also Goncharov. Lots of Goncharov.
Have fun suffering, my fellow losers!
-Ozzie <3
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Tumblr has a different type of humor that I really don’t understand 🤣 shit don’t be funny to me but go off. Y’all enjoy your laughs. Lmaoo.
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Go white boy go
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I’m sure you can guess what I did next 🤭
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guys v10 leak
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Prompt 170
Once again on my Ras & Danny being training rivals thanks to time travel bullshit.
Look, Danny knows about the league of Assassins, but he almost dies of laughter when he realizes it’s the modern name of the league of Shadows. He’s an adult now, has been for a while, he’s allowed to find the situation he’s found himself in amusing. Hell, his sparring buddy who is somehow still alive is laughing too.
And no one else knows what’s going on, okay? This random man walked into their secret base, completely ignored the many assassins trying to stop him, and called their illustrious leader a “Little Bitch Man” and they are now fighting?
The fighting is familiar, but why the fuck is Ras cackling and saying things like “Ayreh Feek” back. Practically saying “Fuck you,” while laughing and oh Pit, they’re Bantering this is terrifying, why has Ras not won yet, why has this man not died yet and- bodies aren’t supposed to bend like that what the fuck-
Ras on the other hand, has One friend, who is immortal like him, actually remembers the shit he complains about, is also down for saving endangered animals, and actually knows how to spar! It’s not a proper spar unless someone loses at least a hand that has to be reattached! And honestly, people nowadays should know that the proper greeting to an old friend is to instantly try to kill the other.
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'Free'
by Roses-and-Sakura
Note: Just venting to the world, btw this is an old poem I made years ago. If you cry, it ain't my fault you have a soft heart like me.
Some people are strong, wise and can live happily,
But others are weak, sad, and were already betrayed.
Can emotions speak mentally? They do.
For they are never afraid.
I'm Happy to be with my friends.
But they had left as I change
A blue bird caught in a net,
Then forever in a cage.
Betrayal was never a thing,
When I had joined the flock.
Years of happy friendship,
Portrayed like a pretty ticking clock.
Then days past like years,
They had flown without I.
Why did they leave me?
From my tears that never lied?
Two animals came to the bird,
Who was trapped in a silver cage.
"Why so sad?" Said both of them.
"I'm lonely." I said with no rage.
"Unconfident, Insecure, sadistic,
I feel dead, from words that they had said.
Slow, quiet and observant, that's what I am!
They want me to change, I did.
But they still don't like me for who I am!
'Too temperamental!' They would say
Not knowing of my heavy plate.
'You used to smile! Be what you usually are!'
Should I? When looking at my kin's grave?
If I were a cold mysterious blue,
They would be the blooming beautiful red.
They would stick to me when I think of them.
Even when crying, in the end."
The two strangers unlocked my cage
Stepping closer to me.
When I got up, to fly away,
They still had caught me.
I was scared for what they'll do,
Fear spreading in my heart.
"Don't be sad." One of them said.
"For they are blind, while you, are not."
I realised they put me in between each other,
A comfy hug, so warm, it seems.
"You are not alone," the other spoke.
"For we are here to set you free."
One was a cat, the other?
A bunny. Curiously, I asked.
"Why aren't you both fighting?"
They laughed at me,
But their tone was never mean.
"We are friends," Said the hare
"We do play in odd ways." The other purred.
"We may fight against each other,"
"But in the end, we both forgave"
I cried in tears of joy,
As they had let me fly free.
We all enjoyed each other's company.
For we are friends in eternity.
Yet I wasn't in a happy ending,
It was all just a silly dream.
For I am still trapped inside this cage.
Never to be free.
My 15-16 self is surprisingly a good and bad poet. If anyone wants to criticize feel free to do so while I get my blanket and my sweets to get better. Again.
Bye!
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into the mirror room we go....
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Rapunzel ✨️
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these are sure some mousy guys
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Picture this, you come home tired, just exhausted from the day you’ve had and I very much notice it. My poor girl. I prepare a nice bubble bath and you can lay against my chest while I massage your tits and then move lower, tease your pussy a little bit, just enough to have you begging for more. “Please mommy, please”, you sound so cute when you beg like the good girl you are. How could I deny you when you ask so nicely? I take my hand straight to your needy cunt and start teasing your slit, rubbing your clit. “More, please mommy”, you say as you dig your nails into the back of my neck. You’ve been such a good girl, you’ve earned it. I move faster on that clit until you cum. I know you want more. I get you out of that bathtub straight to the bed with your ass up, you look so beautiful bent over like this, ready to be pounded until you can’t think anymore and everything in that little brain is pure pleasure. Until you beg to stop bc you can’t cum anymore. “I can’t take it, it’s too much”. So cute.
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