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tubapun · 1 month
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Not including the DND films cause I'm trying to make it like. A movie based on a game you can play in one night that has either cards or a board. If that makes sense. Not including Jumanji cause the movie came first.
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tokuvivor · 6 months
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The fourth and final chapter is upon us!
The third round, and things come to a head between Louie and June.
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lunarrosette · 1 month
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Now that I’ve been obsessed with the game one night ultimate werewolf I now know Matt was unintentionally playing the tanner in ep 11 s2
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mercutiglo · 1 year
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MARK YOUR CALENDARS
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This very saturday December 17th from Noon to Midnight PST @sufficientowls and myself will be doing our annual charity stream, Stream of the Sugar Plum Fairies!
We’ll have plenty of friends on and the ability for the audience to participate in our Minecraft Winter Wonderland Village and battle against us in Fall Guys! But that’s not all! We’ll be battling with our companions in Golf with your Friends, testing our knowledge in Holiday Themed Jeopardy!, doing everyones favorite holiday activity - deceiving each other in One Night Ultimate Werewolf, and solving our way through escape room type puzzles in Escape Academy!!
Additionally, every year we do this stream for charities in both Portland and Minneapolis. This year we’ll be splitting all donations between The Bridge for Youth in Minneapolis, and Outside In from Portland. Both of these charities help out the unhoused in their respective cities. On stream donation incentives will be announced day of, so keep an eye out for that!
One final piece of info for you about this stream: It’ll be happening over on twitch.tv/infinitybreakgaming. We’re super close to our goal of 250 followers, which will unlock the Warathon - a streaming marathon of Wario Land and Wario Ware games. The most important part of this stream is that it will even be done in cosplay!! So, if you’re interested in that, be sure to check out the channel and give it a follow.
Thank you so much for reading and see you on Saturday!!
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fireball-me · 2 years
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Making werewolf cards :)
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primrosebitch · 7 months
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So there's this game i like called One Night Ultimate Werewolf, and I am gonna tell you about my favorite combination of roles, which i like to call either the chaos version or night more version (if you don't know the game i would recommend looking it up, i would explain it myself but whenever i do that i usually end up making the other person even more confused, so you'd probably understand it more with no explanation than mine)
So in this role combo you basically make it as difficult as possible to definitively know what role you are, and so depending on how many people are playing you add some to all of these roles (with 2 werewolves by default)
Troublemaker - switches 2 other players cards without looking at them
Robber - switches their cars with another plays card (they do look at the card they took)
Drunk - switches their card with one of the 3 center cards without looking at their new card
Doppelgänger - looks at another players card and becomes that role (also the card stays that new role, meaning if for example the robber steals the doppelgänger card they have no clue what they are and whose side they're on)
if you need more roles after this, then you add one or both of these depending on the number of players
Tanner - wants to die, villagers and werewolves both lose if the tanner dies but the tanner wins if they die
Insomniac - looks at their card at the end of the night to see what they now are
if you still need more cards then you add the villager roles
So in this monstrosity of a role combo at the end of the night the only person who knows who they are is the insomniac (as long as they don't have the doppelgänger roles) and everyone else now has no idea if they are still the role they started with or if they are now on the opposite team and so most of the talking portion of the game is just figuring out what the hell happened and it's my favorite way to play
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morganmnemonic · 2 years
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Played a three player game of one night ultimate werewolf(among us before it was cool). I was the robber(swaps cards with another play and looks at the new card). I stole alex's card and became the tanner (wins by having the other players vote you as the werewolf).
In the day phase I woke up and immediately claimed that I was the seer(looks at another players card or two cards that aren't in play) and Ben was the werewolf (a nonsense claim to make myself look suspicious). Alex immediately claims that they were the robber(true at this point but they don't know that) and stole Ben's card (they still think they are the tanner).
Ben, thinking that his card has been stolen admits to having been the werewolf (he still is but doesn't know that)
We are then in the awkward situation where two players think that they want to be voted off, and thw third player is a werewolf who thinks he wants to vote off the werewolf.
I can definitely see why I've seen so many people try to like Mafia, even though most of the games I've seen were with a rule variant that just isn't fun.
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elizabethsway · 2 years
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The one night werewolf game was hilarious.
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Person A was our game master who explained the rules and helped keep order.
The characters that were claimed to be in the game, possibly two werewolves (they know who each other are as they can look while we all are asleep or closed eyed), one seer (can either see the identity of one player in the room or look at two of the three non-active player role cards in the middle), one trouble maker (can swap the cards of two people), one drunk man (he forgets who he is and takes one of these cards in the middle and replaces that one with his own, so he becomes a different person), one insomniac (person that can't sleep so they are the only person that can see their card twice to double check they are still who they think they are), and two villagers (no power people),
The older you play is
Werewolf (Person D & E)
Seer (Me)
Trouble Maker (Person F)
Drunk (Person A)
Insomniac (we didn't have one but a werewolf pretend he was an insomniac)
And then the we wake up and play as the villagers get to do nothing yet. (Person B & C)
Know to set the stage, person B kept getting killed off first in every game we played so it was starting to get easier to see when he was lying or not. And person E was a new gamer and wasn't aware it was in bad form to listen for people's movements so he kept in previous games listening and calling out the bad guy before we could really play, which ends the game fast, so we made a bunch of noise so he couldn't hear as each player did their task.
When we woke up aka opened our eyes Player A truthfully revealed that he was the drunk and said there was a 10% chance that he could be a werewolf because he pulled from The Middle. I could have lied but I decided that I would confirm his story and tell them that I was the seer. Person B said he was a Village, Person C said he didn't matter lol (as he is a villager), person D said he was an insomniac, Person E said he was a villager, and Person F said truthfully he was a Trouble Maker (but he was supposed to open his eyes when he was changing the cards, and he went by feel instead, so instead of swapping the cards of player B and D he changed player D with my card. He could have been lying about whose card he swapped but I'm not entirely sure.
Then Person D looked wildly at person F and said that either person f is lying or he knows who the werewolf is. Person F claimed again he is the trouble maker again. Person D had originally said in a lie that he had the insomniac player card at the beginning and when he (woke up) he was a different person but know knowing the trouble maker swapped cards, he said he lied and was a wolf from the beginning and that now person B must be a wolf which would make person D no longer a bad guy and he would want to win by revealing a wolf, but still was classy and didn't want to verbally give up person E as a wolf.
Poor person B, who always gets killed off first was like "dang!" As person D convinced the group to vote to kill person B. Like I said previously I was pretty sure based off of past experience that night, that person B was not the killer, and when when trying to defend himself person D accidentally used nonverbal subconscious involuntary cues and pointed out Person E as a wolf. I let that go for the fun of the game and just pointed at person D as the wolf as I knew any way I would be outvoted.
Unfortunately, person B was killed off. It was revealed, that person D had been a wolf there was no insomniac, and that person F made a mistake when swapping cards. So I ended up being a wolf and winning by accident.
Very cool game to break the ice and get people talking to each other.
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mrsfrequently · 2 years
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An oldy but I still love it. it was a somewhat rushed image for a card to my MIL on her birthday (It was cut-off at the elbow for the card with a similar styled blue bg i cant seem to find.), back when we were all OBSESSED with one night. Attempted to emulate the style. I think i used my old go-to combo of flash(animate) for the base and photoshop for the shading. 
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soupy-girl · 2 months
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SMOSH GAMES PLAYING WEREWOLF LETS GO
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shallowseeker · 4 months
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Fic idea where the rogue Cupids decide to rebel against the higher caste of angels by making them fall in love with humans.
And hey actually that's a cool backstory for the fall of the watchers and creation of Nephilim.
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Anyway I think queer people should get to host gender reveal parties as adults. We could be like 'Hey trusted friends, I have something to announce at a party' and then they arrive and there's a grey cake and everyone's like 'Oh my goooooood' and they cut into it and inside are layers of whichever pride flag fits our gender/orientation and everyone loses their shit and eats cake and then we all sit round and play One Night Ultimate Werewolf.
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tokuvivor · 11 months
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Chapter 2 of One Night Ultimate Duck (Or Hummingbird, or Parrot) in the house!
The kids play their first round of One Night Ultimate Werewolf, and they’re already firing on all cylinders.
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topherwrites · 8 months
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- start of a silver fox
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summary - back from deployment, you notice a change in your boyfriend's appearance. pairing - jake seresin x (fem!)reader word count - 1.4k rating - no smut, but 18+ anyways, mdni! content warnings & tags - age gap (reader is in her early twenties, jake is in his early thirties) / fwb to lovers / no use of (y/n) / vague allusions to sex / mentions of nudes / mentions of masturbation / no actual smut / mentions of death (sorta) / lmk if i missed anything! a/n: saw these recent photos of glen ➙ became possessed ➙ wrote this. reblogs, comments, and likes super appreciated!
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Jake is back after three long months on deployment, a fourth of your relationship — not counting the first couple months when you were ‘just hooking up’. This is your first welcome back. Having texted extensively with Nat’s girlfriend, Sasha, you were given a pretty good lay of the land by her, informed of what to expect.
Homecoming day has arrived, and excitement has consumed your entire body, making your limbs buzz. 
Awaiting his arrival on the pier, your foot tapping out a nervous rhythm, you stand in the back, allowing spouses and children to be the first in line. You’re just the girlfriend, the one almost a decade younger than him, the one you know his friends assumed wouldn't be around long. You assumed you wouldn't be around long. Jake is a charmer, and when he set his sights on you, you assumed it would be a one-night stand, a fling at most. 
But one night turned into two and then three, which turned into nearly three months of falling asleep and waking up next to him. Most days you’d get a text the second he was done with training, the buzz of your phone always kicking up your heartbeat. 
At first, you’d just meet him at The Hard Deck for drinks, then dinner at sit-down restaurants — the preambles to him fucking the shit out of you growing longer and decidedly less casual. Post-coital, he’d sling an arm around your waist in an attempt to keep you from slipping out, waking up with that same soothing weight on you. Eventually, he casually mentioned that you could keep some of your stuff at his place — for convenience, he said. He tried slipping the suggestion under the radar, pre-coffee on a Saturday morning. Bleary-eyed and half-asleep, you barely processed his words, absent-mindedly humming in response. 
Then you saw the half-cleared-out drawer — which you later learned was a measure in order not to spook you. Like a full drawer would make you wise to his intentions, like he was trying to acclimate you to the idea of commitment, to a relationship with him.
You remember the feeling of placing spare clothes in that drawer; a spare bra and sweatshirt. Jake watching you from the doorway, trying to not act too pleased in response.
You liked him, his company and his laugh and his baffling love of Taylor Swift that he blamed on his nieces. The man under the bravado wormed his way into your brain. 
Though, you could appreciate how he looked puffed-chest and cocksure. Near equally competitive as you are. The first game night you spent with his friends meant you both were banned from ever being on the same team again. Pictionary, trivia, One-Night Ultimate Werewolf — you mopped the floor with them. The rule wasn't entirely the case of sore losers, you can acknowledge the fact that you two were immediately, freakishly in sync. Ultimate Werewolf may have ended in tears of betrayal being shed.
And that's how things progressed for a while, falling deeper while avoiding acknowledging the fact that you were in a relationship. Afraid to say the words and make things complicated. Near everyone in both your and his life were trying to push you both to just trust it. Have a little faith in one another.
One minute you were his girlfriend in all but name, and then you were just his girlfriend. A confession on his couch in the midst of rewatching Veep, ‘Relax, cow eyes’ the soundtrack to everything falling into place.
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Once officers start filtering off the ship, your mind blanks in anxiety. Around you, tears are shed, and poster board is ditched in favor of tight hugs. Laughter and children squealing background noise. You scan the crowd, the sun beating down on you, searching for the handsome shape of Jake Seresin. People come and go, giving you a better view of the naval officers, till you finally spot yours moving towards you. He weaves through the throng with ease, standing before you in a matter of seconds. 
A smile stretches your face, eyes squinting from both happiness and the sun. You scan him, categorizing any minute change. Gray. A small streak above his right ear. Your nerve endings light up like a Christmas tree, the sensation doubling at the slight hint of age. Reaching out, your fingers run across his scalp, nails tracing back, playing with the hair that has decided in his relatively brief absence to go gray. 
He doesn't shy from your touch, his lashes fluttering at the sensation, an intimate moment playing out in public. Though no one is probably taking notice, wrapped up in their own reunion. He does seem to be a hint abashed at your attention. 
He breaks the quiet, “Hey, sweetheart.”
The sound of his voice, clear and unobstructed by distance, rushes through you. Fuck. You're trying to suppress the blatant arousal coursing through your system, keep it out of your voice. Words startled, voice pitched, “You've gone gray.”
Despite your age gap, it’s never been your thing, your Tinder age range has only ever been set 3 years older — but seeing Jake in the flesh, and with a few more grays, is making you muster every ounce of self-control so you don't fuck him in the parking lot, ride him in the backseat of his truck. He probably wouldn't enjoy getting dishonorably discharged.
He hefts his duffle over his shoulder, free hand taking your own to lead you to the car — his truck that he handed the keys over to, something in his gaze when he told you to not let the battery die. Maybe a way for him to feel connected to you, maybe a reassurance that you'd be around when he got back. Your board is still in the bed, having taken up surfing in the mornings since your time was no longer being occupied by Jake slowly fucking you into the mattress.
“I already had grays, I'm just… grayer now.” His pace is quick. It's clear that he's itching to get home. Your boots stamp on the pavement as you practically skip behind him, content with his hand in yours. He looks at you out of the side of his eye, eyebrow raised, “And I wonder why that is.”
“That suspiciously sounds like an accusation.”
“Those photos…” He stops at the teal-striped Ford, throwing his duffle next to your surfboard. Crowding you against the side of it.​, his​​ voice dropping, “​I was opening my mail in the mess, ‘bout gave me a heart attack.”
You’d sent them on a whim — a well-researched whim, ​​you didn't need some random desk jockey finding out your taste in lingerie. But you had missed Jake and wanted him to miss you in return. And what better way to make the heart grow fonder than with scantily clad pictures of your body?
“Well? Did you like them?” You know he liked them, it was a whole production to take them, but even if it wasn't — he’s a man, and you were in lingerie. You looked hot, are hot, present tense. An indisputable fact. And he’s not reserved with telling you and showing you that, but you can't pass up a moment to hear it voiced to you, not after how long he’s been gone.
“I think I have carpal tunnel.” 
You snort out a laugh as he exaggeratedly shakes out his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist for your amusement. Eyes skating along your features, he huffs, “Add that to the long list of ailments you've inflicted.”
Letting your fingers lightly trace down his biceps, you press your body even closer to his, perhaps a touch too scandalous for a parking lot in broad daylight. A coy reply rolls off your tongue, “I keep you young.”
“You're going to send me to an early grave.”
Rising to your toes, you brush your lips against his, holding back from full contact. You feel his breath stall in his chest, desperate for it. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing, his face awash in anticipation. He’s beautiful.
Your palm stroking the side of his head, you brush the hair away from his face, pinky skimming the top of his ear. You single out the silver strands between your fingers, silky soft as ever. He’s real and yours — home. 
“Ditto. Might as well invest in matching plots, right?”
Broad shoulders shaking with laughter, he brushes his nose against yours. Palms cupping the side of your face, thumbs sweeping across your cheeks, he stops waiting. A long-awaited kiss pressed to your lips, neither one of you able to keep the smiles off your faces.
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e/n: thank you for reading!
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torteen · 6 months
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We’re advertising a book for readers of dark fantasy: The Hunting Moon—the highly anticipated sequel to the New York Times bestseller, The Luminaries—by Susan Dennard.
WHAT IT’S ABOUT
Winnie Wednesday has gotten everything she thought she wanted. She passed the deadly hunter trials, her family has been welcomed back into the Luminaries, and overnight, she has become a local celebrity.
The Girl Who Jumped. The Girl Who Got Bitten.
Unfortunately, it all feels wrong. For one, nobody will believe her about the new nightmare called the Whisperer that's killing hunters each night. Everyone blames the werewolf, even though Winnie is certain the wolf is innocent.
On top of that, following her dad's convoluted clues about the Dianas, their magic, and what happened in Hemlock Falls four years ago is leaving her with more questions than answers.
Then to complicate it all, there is still only one person who can help her: Jay Friday, the boy with plenty of problems all his own.
As bodies and secrets pile up around town, Winnie finds herself questioning what it means to be a true Wednesday and a true Luminary—and also where her fierce-hearted loyalties might ultimately have to lie.
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kisakis-boyfriend · 6 months
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saw you doing Halloween requests and thought of werewolf reader fucking the brains out of lyney and lynette
I Warned You About Those Woods, Bro!
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Pairings: Lyney, Lynette x reader (separately)
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, werewolf!reader, sub/bottom!Lyney + Lynette, noncon, terato, breeding, knotting, rough sex
Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios
Author's Note: As usual, both characters are 20+ — Yay werewolf time! Time to breed the adorable cat siblings! Hope you enjoy, lovely anon~
Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!
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Ignoring warnings typically isn't a smart move. Ignoring warnings about dangerous areas is even worse. Ignoring warnings about the beast who inhabits this particular forest — the exact forest that they were about to head into for rare ingredients — was the dumbest move that they could possibly make
Now the ash blond's stupidity would land them in an undesirable predicament; trapped within the thickest region of the forest in the dead of night with not even a single soul to save them
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“C-c-c'mon now...let's not be so hasty here! Ngh-! Surely you're a man of r-reason?” The frightened magician stuttered, painfully pinned down by a large clawed hand on the small of his back. The hand was big enough for the fingers to wrap partially around the boy's waist. A feral growl resonated within your chest as your eyes narrowed at the naive thing below you, wriggling within your grasp as a last-ditch effort to escape
If he was dumb enough to venture this deep into your territory, surely after the townsfolk had warned him, then you'd just have to prove that those warnings were not exaggerations
Now Lyney regretted ignoring the kind shopkeeper's pleas to steer clear of this area, as your far-too-thick cock penetrated his ass while your razer sharp claws tore his clothing to shreds. A puddle of drool built up underneath his chin as you fucked the human's deliciously tight hole, cumming inside moments after plunging in
Choked moans from the dumb boy mixed with the sound of your heavy panting, accompanied by the loud, wet noises of his cum-soaked hole. Lyney's nimble fingers dug into the dirt and grass below while you bred another heavy load of cum deep within him, bulging his insides to their limits
The soft, alluring skin of your prey beckoned you to sink your teeth into it, biting Lyney's shoulder as it peeked through his clothing. The boy's screams pierced your ears as blood trickled down his arm, staining his skin and the grass with both blood and tears
When you ultimately knotted the human, that was the moment that he finally broke. His vision darkened for a moment and his cry was cut short as the large knot popped inside, stretching his ass far too much. Lyney went limp directly after, speechless and exhausted from being bred by buckets of inhuman cum for hours all while struggling to break free, only to fail in the end
Shaky whimpers escaped from the boy with every drag of your nails on his skin, mindlessly shivering as his breathing slowed. The knot prevented you from pulling out for a long time, effectively keeping his ass lifted up while you rutted into him until you could separate. By that time, the human was brainless, fucked stupid by your cock until his hole was left gaping with cum dribbling out
Perhaps you'll keep this one. After all, he is rather attractive. His voice sounded beautiful when you bred him, so why not keep him as your mate? Force the tiny thing to accept your seed night after night as your cute little cumdump?
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“N-no, stop that!” She shouted as a cold nose pressed up against her cunt, inhaling her scent deeply with a growl. She screamed again when a wet tongue began to lap at her folds, soaking her clothes in saliva while a large, furry tail swooshed in the air
“Wh-at are you...?” Lynette's question did not reach your ears as you were far too concerned with the intoxicating scent of her arousal, the orifice concealed behind thin cloth that practically begged to be filled, and you had every intention to do so
The loud squelching of the girl's pussy was music to your furry ears as your cock ravaged the warm hole ruthlessly. Having already cum inside once, the sloppy sounds only served as fuel to keep breeding her over and over. Lynette's cunt had never been so full in her life, gripping your fat cock in a way that caused your eyes to cross and your thrusts to hit deeper, banging against her cervix until another load was pushed inside
Innocent mewls were the only sounds that came from the small feline woman while you fucked her all night long. The cute sounds easily covered up by the grunts and snarls from yourself during your rough breeding session. The noises grew quieter and quieter until Lynette had gone completely nonverbal under your grasp, pushed into a mating press to keep your fertile seed from escaping
When it was time to knot your new mate, the angle that you had her positioned at was all too perfect for pushing the massive knot in, causing her stomach to bulge as her body had no choice but to make room for it. Lynette's eyes shot open for only a second, closing halfway once more while her delicate fingers flexed and went limp along with the rest of her fragile body
As the moonlight slipped through the trees, you admired the gorgeous woman underneath you. Finally unconscious after the harsh lesson in trespassing. She was truly beautiful and you couldn't bear to kill this one yet, so you opted to bring her home as a mate. This kitty would become your wife and breeding bitch, you decided. An eager hole to accept your cum whenever you needed relief
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Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3
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