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[chikai-k]

roommate strategy (top male reader)

(free use roommates, top male reader smut, trans oc, feminine bottom, raw, creampies, long read)

you are very needy, and through your roommates not having boyfriends, and your big dick constantly at attention—the three of you settled on an arrangement that everyone likes.

the morning is pretty much the same these days, you wake up to the smell of wafting breakfast, with a stretch and a groan you go to the bathroom to wash up. despite that your morning wood never goes down, and in the past you’d have to jerk off twice just to get on with the day. instead, you tiptoe out of your bedroom in just your pajama pants, your dick lifting a tent in them.

he’s in the kitchen, the oldest of the three of you, his broad back faces you as he sips coffee at the sink, looking out the window at the morning light. it’s the weekend, and a weekend you’ve all kept clear of anything.

you creep up behind him, eyes glued to the two massive mounds of his ass, wrapped up nicely in satin shorts, teasing at the bare skin underneath. his top half is bare, some of his body hair peaking up from his ass. you wait till you’re a foot behind him and then spring forward, wrapping your arms around his wide hairy frame, your cock straining between his cheeks.

“morning!”

he chuckles in his deep tone, his grin turning over his shoulder to laugh at you.

“good morning, i see you’re both awake.”

you nod against his back, your hips grinding tentatively against him. he hums, placing his mug down into the sink.

“looks like you made me breakfast two.”

you gulp and smile, as he turns settling onto his knees. he’s handsome and mature looking, swept back hair and a neat-trimmed beard. his fingers tug into your waist band and slide the pants down, you bare cock bouncing into view infront of his face.

he sighs, a meaty hand grasping your girth, “you good boy, always ready to present yourself to me.”

you nod, biting onto your lip. he licks his own and leans forward, the short distance to your tip driving you mad. he smirks, pursing his lips to give a slow kiss on the slit, your cock actually throbbing in his grasp.

the big man is a tease, but you know what he likes. grabbing his head you force his mouth down, his lips expertly wrapping over his teeth, the wet feeling of his tongue greeting your cock as you thrust into his mouth, burying your length into his throat.

“agh FUCK,” you moan, eyes rolling back as you pick up a furious pace of fucking his throat, “yes take it all!”

his eyes stay locked onto you, his hands resting on his thighs, his throat is relaxed and wet, letting your cock ram into it, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows gags, spit spilling out around his lips. in his shorts you see a wet patch beginning to leak into the material, and he arches his back, his hips spreading to make his pussy rub on the floor, a low hum vibrating your cock.

“shit,” you hum, “you’re already so wet f’me.”

your hips collide with his mouth, lips puffy and eyes tearing. his nods with your cock in mouth, the speed of him grinding his cunt onto the floor picking up. you grin throwing your head back, pushing his head down onto you and holding him there. he swallows and chokes, keeping himself still for a few seconds longer, till you release his head and he falls back with a gasp, a large amount of his spit falling out onto his chest, your cock sticking with his saliva and precum.

he gasps for breath as you even your breathing, cock twitching from the pleasure.

“i want to taste you,” you mutter, and he nods, getting to his feet and colliding into you for a kiss.

he walks you both forward until you reach the table close-by, turning around to lay back onto it, taking up half the table, his legs raised to his chest. you tug the soaked shorts off, his pussy exposed to you, wet, his t-dick hard.

you growl and dive in, his salty taste meeting your eager tongue, lapping up his arousal and slight sweat.

he moans, his back arches and his pecs rise up, you groan into his pussy, your tongue licking his t-dick and down his opening, pushing inside as more wetness trickles into your mouth.

“fuck you’re so good at this!”

his hips grind against your tongue, your fingers sliding inside easily with his moans to accompany. you feel his hands on your head, your eyes opening to watch him squirm under your mouth. sliding two fingers in you focus on his t-dick, sucking it with your lips and angling your fingers upward.

“yes! YES!” his hands grip you and encourage your movement on him, your fingers getting drowned in his slick.

you feel the ache in your jaw making out with his dick, sucking on it with all the eagerness you fucked his throat, your fingers rubbing against the sweetest spots you can reach, your cock throbbing with the memory of how much further it can reach, how much more he can come undone under you—and ontop.

his breath picks up, his thighs beginning to shake in that way you know he’s close, and you angle your fingers a little sharper, moving your other hand to press lightly on his stomach, and hallow out your cheeks on his t-dick. his mouth is dropped open, his eyes rolling back as his whole body shivers in waves.

“gonna cum—cuming! cuming, fuck—FUCK!”

he moans with a roar, his hands shoving your face into his pussy as you feel his liquids squirt into your mouth. the salty taste fills your senses, warm and welcome, your eyes rolling while your face is coated by him. he groans as he lets you go, his head falling back onto the table, his chest rising and falling with quick breathes.

“fuck,” he huffs, “i forget how good you are.”

you smile, feeling his squirt dripping down your chin, “i’ll remind you more often then.”

you stand, your aching cock sliding over his moist pussy, hard as rock and eager to destroy him. he picks his head up feeling your member and gulps.

“so damn big…”

“s’why you like it.”

you grin, your tip sliding easily between his folds. you feel your heartbeat hammering blood into your erection, your thumbs rubbing on his hips, his big body displayed infront of you, sweaty and flushed.

he seems to catch his breath, grabbing his legs by the thighs and a small smile flashes his face.

“fucking do it.”

you slam your hips forward, the wetness of his cunt squelching as it stretches for the familiar intrusion of your cock. your tip hits his cervix, the bulge protruding in his stomach. he lets out a string of moans and curses, his toes curling and head falling back. you roll your head around, lolling your tongue too, and smile at him, his eyes glossy now that your cock is filling him.

you start fucking him at a slow pace, pulling it out till just your tip rests inside, and slowly push forward, leaning forward till your foreheads rests together, and his eyes nearly cross when your cock dips balls deep.

“f—fuck,” he says through his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing.

you always love how he gets, the man is built and tough, always taking care of you. the least you can do is fuck a mind blowing orgasm out of him.

you go slow and deep, your hand dipping down to rub circles on his t-dick. he nods, staring into your eyes with his mouth agape.

“thats right, thats right,” you whisper, “feel that? feel my dick filling out your pussy?”

“i feel it! i feel it,” he gasps, “so big, so fucking big.”

you press a kiss to his lips, trailing them down his cheek and long his jaw, your hips never leaving the steady but deep pace, till your teeth get on his neck and when you start sucking you draw your hips back and slam inside him again, eliciting a loud moan.

“fuck me up, just use me!” he moans, his hands grasp tightly to your upper arms.

“you asked for it,” you whisper into his ear.

and waste no more time, your thrusts pick up a brutal speed, slamming upwards, careful to not jack hammer his cervix. he moans in sync with your thrusts, holding his legs back as the sound of skin slapping fills the kitchen, the table moving slightly from your thrusts. you feel yourself smiling, hands around his waist, his pecs bounce, his stomach bulging as you thrust forward.

his noises must be loud enough for your other roommate to wake up, he usually sleeps in a little later, but now that you listen for it you can hear the shower running.

you chuckle, thrusting a little faster into his pussy, all he can do is hold onto his legs, his cunt being used like a fleshlight. his moans get higher pitched, his hairy body now covered in sweat, you use two fingers to jerk his t-dick, and he starts yelling.

“fuck! if you do that—hng, i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna cum again,” his eyes roll back fully, he pulls his legs closer, his chest lifting slightly, “i’m gonna cum on this FUCKING dick—oh my god.”

“cum baby, c’mon cum,” you chuckle.

he groans, shaking his head, “c—cum inside, first!”

you grin wickedly, giving another hard thrust upward and his resolve gives, screaming as he starts squirting again around your dick, your thrusts don’t relent, fucking him roughly through his orgasm, but he never pushes you away, taking your cock like a good toy.

you feel yourself teetering on the edge, your closing as you get lost in the chase of your own orgasm, your cock pounding away inside of him. he’s getting overstimulated, almost loosing control of himself, forcing his legs to stay spread open.

finally your moans fill the air, your hips stuttering as your cum floods his pussy. your body jerking forward as each thrusts shoots another rope of cum, you pull out of him, jerking another two strings of cum over his body, as your orgasm finally subsides.

you gasp, looking back down to his fucked up appearance. coated with your cum and filled with it too, his pussy is puffy and filled with the creampie. he lays back on the table, his legs still up, and smiles, his hole letting your cum seep out onto the table.

“holy shit,” he breathes.

you bring your finger to his pussy, pushing your cum back inside gently. he hums, squirming a little at your finger prodding his still sensitive pussy. the sight brings a new life to your dick, your other hand slowly stroking it to another mast. he looks down at your tool and gulps.

its then your other roommate walks in, wearing a collar around his neck, a long black leather leash attached. he has tan skin and black curly hair, wearing a short skirt that rests on the crux of his muscular thighs, covered with black stockings. he’s thinner than your other roommate, but has a crazy focus on his butt in the gym, his upper half is adorned with a leather harness, his nipples perked up between. he smirks at the scene of you two, his eyes zeroing in on your cock, hard again and coated with cum.

“your turn,” he groans, gently sliding off the table, his thighs meet together and you can see your cum drip down the inside of his thighs.

your other roommate stalks around the table with a smile, patting the chair and pulling it out for you. you move and sit, legs spread as he saunters around you, laying his thigh over yours, a limp hand handing you the leash.

“good morning bud,” he says, leaning close to your ear to press his lips on yours skin.

“very much,” you mutter.

he’s the second oldest, the most feminine of you three, despite it he’s a real power bottom, his cock often in a cage. he licks your neck and you flip the skirt up to see, finding him wearing panties, and his slight bulge feels like a cage. you sigh in contentment, angling your head up to capture his lips. his tongue slides into your mouth, his fingers trailing across your jaw, he tastes minty and fresh, his teeth graze your lip and he bites down, softly pulling back.

your other roommate has a glass of water in hand, taking a seat across from you two, in front of you is the breakfast he cooked, scrambled eggs and bacon.

“you should eat,” he comments, “don’t wanna loose your energy.”

you grumble a little, your cock beginning to ache, “but i wanna cum again…”

he laughs heartily, nodding to the man half straddling your lap, “you heard him then.”

he snickers and kisses your cheek, moving behind you to push the chair in. as you start to reluctantly eat he gets to his knees under the table, and you feel his hand grab the base of your cock, his tongue lapping around the head.

you struggle to chew, your roommate smirking across the table, feeling the other one’s mouth swallow your length, his hand cradling your balls. he bobs his head quickly, taking your cock down his throat over and over. he slurps around the head and strokes the rest, gently tucking your sack and humming. you have to moan over the plate of food, eyes fluttering shut, almost hunching over. but you keep your hands above table and smile, his tongue moving up the back of your dick.

he feels when you get close, sucking in a deep breath before filling his throat with your cock, holding his head and massaging your balls. you groan mouth full as you cum, a flood of your semen getting swallowed by his expert throat. it lasts for four or five seconds, as you lean back in the chair and tug on his leash, his head resting against your pelvis.

when you finally let him breath you finish chewing swallow, finding him red faced and with tears down his cheeks, he otherwise is unfazed, and continues to kiss your cock, stroking it with one hand and the other on your thigh.

he coughs, “you still need to fuck me stud.”

you nod, the stroking keeps your dick hard, and you know in a moment you’ll be ready to go again.

“i still need to,” you sigh, patting his head.

you three move to the couch, both of your roommates ready to go again. the big guy straddles your thighs, his wet pussy sinking with some ease onto your cock, you hum pleasantly at the feeling, laying back. your other roommate gets ontop of your head, his arching back placing his ass on your face. you smack both cheeks, your view covered with his panties.

“ah, fuck,” the big guy moans as he rides you, his hips slamming against yours.

“hurry up,” your roommate says, he grinds his cheeks against your face, “he can’t have all the fun!”

you chuckle and push his panties over one of his cheeks, his asshole is shaved and almost like a slit. you kiss it and start pushing your tongue inside, he gasps and moans pleasantly, his thighs wrapping a little tighter around your head.

“fuck yes,” the big guy hisses.

you can feel your cock being buried inside him with his riding, he angles it how he wants, using your cock like a dildo. it pushes your eagerness to eat your roommates ass, his hole relaxing at your prodding, allowing you to push your finger inside. he whines, his hand moving behind him to grab your hair, his fingers grasping it. you hold his cheek, pushing a second finger inside and begin pumping them, your tongue digging deeper and slathering his asshole with your saliva.

“feels so good,” he says in a high pitch, “your tongue goes so deep.”

the two bottoms grind their hips on you, one filled with your cock and the other opening up for it. the bigger man holds his pecs, pinching his nipples as your cock slams against his g-spot, he reaches down to stroke his t-dick, white hot pleasure shuttering through him.

“i’m so close—yes!” he moans.

you breath through your nose with your tongue buried in your roommate, you add a third finger and push it downward toward his prostate, he moans to the ceiling, and you can feel his caged cock leak onto your chest.

“fuck,” he holds himself steady on your thighs, “i want that cock.”

you hum inside his ass, feeling the other man ride your cock even faster. his moans get quicker, grunting with the effort he rides it, you have to keep yourself from cumming as he frantically jerks his t-dick, eyes shut, your roommate reaches forward and pinches his nipples.

“i’m cumming!” he moans, you feel his cunt clench tightly on you, “FUCK!”

he grunts and lifts off your cock, falling backwards as he squirts, legs lifted up and his fingers around his dick. he moans as he squirts, and your roommate moves off of your face.

“fucking finally, greedy ass.”

he chuckles, coming down from his high, his pussy dripping wet, “you were still getting ready, so.”

“yeah, yeah,” he says, shifting forward.

you sit up suddenly, pushing him into his knees. you get on to yours behind him and the tug the leash, forcing his head up and his back to arch.

your cock throbs infront of his hole, wet with spit and gaping from your fingers, your dick drips with the wetness from your bigger roommate, who smirks comfortably from his position the other end of the couch.

“you wanna get fucked?” you grab your cock and smack the tip against his hole, loving the shiver that runs up his body.

“yes please,” he whines, shaking his hips, “use my pussy.”

you grin and push the head inside, the entrance of his asshole easily takes you in, getting a stretch the deeper you go. he moans at the stretch, head leaning back further, you watch your cock sink inside, his cheeks nicely decorated with the panties and skirt.

you feel yourself prod at his second hole, gently moving the tip further, he sinks his chest down and your rise a little higher. laying down more he relaxes and you feel your cock enter an even tighter part of his body, the both of you letting out a deep moan.

“fuck,” he whines, “you’re so deep!”

“fucking tight slut,” you grunt, giving his ass a smack as you finally bottom out inside him.

you can feel every inch of your cock tightly wrapped in his guys, and you run a hand up his sexy back, admiring his toned muscles, the tan skin. you grip his hair and lean down, your lips tickling his ear.

“hold on for me.”

it’s all the warning you give him as you start thrusting, he cries as your cock moves out his ass, the muscles of his hole clenching onto the girthy thing that fills him so good, and cries out louder as you slam it back inside. you fuck him at a powerful pace, your hips loudly slapping against his ass, you watch his butt jiggle with your pounding, his sloppy moans filling your ears.

at the other side of the couch he starts rubbing his pussy again, big pecs rising with an increased breath. they keep telling you you’re insatiable, but these bottoms wanna get pounded all night.

“fuck my pussy… pussy so full! so big—“ your roommate mumbles into the couch, eyes rolled back and drool falling out of his puffy lips.

you chuckle, pulling the leash and lifting his head up. you kiss him, swallowing the moans he looses in your mouth. you can taste yourself off him still. it makes you growl, and when you pull away you lean forward to reach your bigger roommates pussy, your tongue finding the taste of him again.

he squeals as your cock gets driven even deeper, the other smiling as your tongue dives into his folds. you pound and pound, mouth busy giving head, your cock being milked by his slutty ass. the bliss drives you wild, hips moving on their own wildly, your tongue reaching his sensitive spots.

from under you he squeals with pleasure, “oh my god! i’m cumming,” he cries into the couch as his orgasm makes him leak from the cock cage, his prostate being milked as he continues to cum from your dick.

you feel his hole clenching down even tighter, and from that and being lost in pussy you start cuming, moaning into his cunt as you force your cock inside again and again, pushing balls deep to unleash all of your semen. it takes a moment for you to come to. gasping and gently pulling away. you help to shift your roommate on your lap, your cock still inside of him, your semen leaking out around the rim. you kiss his neck, rubbing his chest as he whines and mumbles.

“you did so good,” you press a kiss to his check, “you’re amazing, you okay?”

he nods dumbly to you, smiling, you hear your other roommate chuckle, lazily touching himself.

“that looked intense.”

the man on your lap hums, gently slapping your cheek to get you to look at him, “i wanna cum again.”

“again?”

“he got two!”

you smile, feeling your cock getting hard again inside him.

“you fuckin’ asked for it.”

[chikai-k]

Employers' "Quiet" abuse tactic against employees

New buzzwords and phrases flutter through the human resources sector every now and then. Sometimes it’s a fancy new way to engage our employees, and sometimes it’s a red flag we should actively be looking for in order to keep our employees in check.

There are two phrases that are increasingly pinging this particular HR professional’s desk;

"Quiet Quitting" and "Quiet Cracking".

Despite these two phrases sharing a hushed first word, both these phrases are screaming bloody murder into the void, and it's important for employees to pick up on why.

Noiseless definitions

So what do these phrases mean?

Before we ask for a definition, we have to decide:

Do we want the definition that employers are pushing?

Or

Do we want to know what these phrases actually mean?

Let's do both. You might want to take notes on this.

Quiet Quitting

Quiet Quitting - When an employee does the minimum requirements of their job, putting in no extra time, effort, or enthusiasm.

Mind you, "Quiet Quitting" is not when an employee goes below the minimum requirements, that's simply an employee who is "slacking" and they get dealt with all the time by all HR departments.

This is an employer's way of saying: "Our employees are working based on what they are hired to do, and are not doing everything else we want them to do but didn't include in the employment contract."

Think about it like this: If someone asks you to help them paint their garage door for a small fee, would you also paint the entire house, roof, and fence as well? No, of course not! You made a deal with the person to do a certain task - if that person needs assistance with another task, another request should be made and terms negotiated.

Let's set this up in a slightly different way: If someone asks you to help them paint the garage door for a small fee, and then becomes angry at you for not also painting the entire house, roof, and fence as well as they feel you owe them to go above and beyond what you two initially decided upon - wouldn't you list that individual as slightly psychotic in your phone-book and avoid them from now on?

Quiet Cracking

Quiet Cracking - When an employee feels stuck and disengaged from their job, yet shows up, does their job, and struggles with their feelings in silence.

The key here isn't an employee who is facing difficulties at home - It's an employee who is facing difficulties and does not trust their employer with their struggles. The key here is the lack of trust between the employee and employer, not the employee's struggle.

But this phrase is an employer's way of saying: "If the employee is struggling but still needs a paycheck to survive, it isn't our fault that the employee dreads every second spent in the workplace and fears informing us of it."

This is an employer who does not see their employees as human beings, but a statistic, a dehumanized resource necessary to get the job done. Because honestly, if the employer genuinely cared for their employees, they wouldn't call it "Quiet Cracking", but "why are we failing so hard that our own employees feel stuck and disengaged in their jobs and don't trust us with their struggles?".

Pop up quiz to all the employees out there: If you approached your employer regarding feeling stuck and disengaged in your job, and that you've been fearful of approaching your employer regarding this matter, would your employer:

Lend you support and empower you in positive ways that will help you feel better and get back on track.

Or

Terminate you for being disengaged from your work, slacking, and even use you as an example of what happens to employees who aren't giving 178% to their job all the time.

I hope you answered the former.

But as an HR professional who often deals with detrimental settings in the workplace. When ever an employee confides in me that they are feeling stuck and/or disengaged in their job, yet plead with me not to inform the employer of the matter, that is a clear sign of active Employee Abuse that is being directed against that particular individual. My next step isn't to help them talk to their employer, but to support and empower the employee to build a plan and momentum to get themselves out of there.

Silent importance

Anyone who has worked with abuse, whether it be child-abuse, spousal abuse, Employee Abuse, or what ever other abuse you can think of (there's a ton of them), knows one tactic that abusers constantly use to keep their targets in place:

They will turn the situation around, making the target accountable - and entirely to blame - for it.

So the 101 on how to figure out who has abusive tendencies in a detrimental environment? Find the one who takes no accountability and operates a turntable even more proficiently than the world's greatest DJ.

Through the years, I've seen the tables being turned on individuals, groups, whole departments, hell even the entire workforce by their employer. But to see it happen on an international basis, directed towards the entire workforce on all seven continents (sorry penguins), is a first.

And through the years I have noted a common concept arising in all abuse cases, whether they be spousal abuse, gender specific abuse, Employee Abuse, or just within dysfunctional families:

Protecting and preserving the image of the abuser is easier than facing the consequences of going up against the abuser.

For employees it is doubly so, as going up against an abusive employer essentially means termination, and even worse; continued abuse after termination in form of black listing and character assassinations resulting in difficulties of finding a new job.

This unfortunately means that in Employee Abuse, co-workers won't hesitate to sacrifice the targeted employee in order to safe and maintain their own employment - and thusly hopefully avoid being targeted themselves.

Inaudible actions

Both of these phrases describe the normalization of Employee Abuse that has happened in our job markets, by not only laying the blame on the employees but also creating a victim of the "poor employer" who is only experiencing consequences of their actions - An action that all targets of abuse are intimately familiar with.

Some employees even try their best to work even harder, in order to prove to their employer that they "truly are not one of those quiet-folk" as their employers yeet out reprimands and terminations like almost-out-of-date pieces of candy, all the while justifying those actions with these two phrases.

Trying your hardest to "not be like the quiet-folk" isn't protesting the phrases, it's validating them.

The only protests against these phrases so far have been "what do employers expect" or "sounds about right" - Which incidentally aren't protests, but an acquiesce to these unjust phrases, while justifying their claims.

Soundless protests

As the main focus of this article are two phrases, there is only one thing that can be done.

No, don't reclaim them, these phrases don't mean squat for employees and should be eradicated from our collective knowledge sooner than ASAP.

Make sure to rectify anyone who uses these phrases, and tell them why they are wrong.

When an employee does as they're hired to do, they are not Quietly Quitting, they are honoring their employment agreement while also valuing their personal life and time off.

When an employee doesn't share their struggles with their employer, they are not quietly cracking, they are showing physical signs of stress from the detrimental settings the workplace is offering, in the form of a freeze response, fawn response, and with a dash of learned helplessness in there as well.

And when someone utters "Quiet Cracking", remember to also ask the employer/HR professional what do they intend to do about it, as it absolutely is their fault that an employee is cracking under pressure and feels they cannot ask their employer for support.

And don't forget:

Support your fellow co-workers.

Yes yes, I know, you will fear for your job. But do you want to know a secret?

Most employers are outnumbered by their employees, and further yet, no employer can operate without their employees.

What are they going to do? Have the CEO run all tasks by themselves? They ain't no Nykia Hamilton!

Remember that.

Subdued conclusion

The writer of this article has been sticking her nose into Employee Abuse for some time now, working with both employees and employers alike to try and research detrimental cultures in the workplace, their origin and how to best tackle them.

If there is one thing she has learned, it's that there is nothing that can be done - unless the employees themselves decide to take matters into their own hands and push for change.

No amount of third parties (HR professionals, unions, lawyers, or even law-makers) will make a dent into a detrimental culture, and the employers themselves see no reason to change what they feel ain't broke.

If employees continue to stick their heads into the sand, internalize all responsibility for everything that the employer has done to them, and never question nor go against the social norm of Employee Abuse, nothing will ever change.

What do you intend to do?

Source: Employers' "Quiet" abuse tactic against employees

[chikai-k]

lol i just found this account and i cant believe i haven't encountered them before, literally the freakiest (mb not THE freakiest I think its cuz we on tumblr) smut with plot I've ever seen

AND I HIT IT LIKE IT'S ALL MINE

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Where Sephiroth can't resist the siren in Shinra's labs.

INCLUDES : Monsterfucking, siren!reader, monsterfucker!sephiroth, possible ooc sephiroth, implied loss of virginity, slight dub-con (Sephi passes out for a moment), top male reader, bottom sephiroth

NOTES : i had to google if dead fish sink for this. also oiled up sephi is NOT safe from me.

~2,800 words

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Sephiroth has seen you once before.

It was only a glimpse. He barely managed to make out your figure.

Your silhouette loomed over the rest of Hojo's lab, a void in the luminous blue water of your tank, like a statue watching over the room.

He froze when he saw you, mesmerised by just your featureless outline, yet Hojo had dragged him away after only a moment.

Ever since, he's felt urged to return to you - as if you're calling his name on a wavelength that he cannot hear but only feel.

You take over his mind every night, occupying his thoughts before he falls asleep and haunting his dreams. He imagines what you might look like. You could be hideous and will tear him to shreds as he stands in fear. Or perhaps you're something divine, something that will lure him in before sinking your sharp teeth into his unmarked neck...

He knows what your life is likely to be. He knows that Hojo will be carrying out wicked experiments on you each day, violating and damaging you. He curses that stupid man and has contemplated multiple times whether he should simply barge into the lab and set you free.

He knows he shouldn't. He knows Hojo would try and kill him for it. He knows that after himself, you're probably the scientist's most precious creature.

But that just convinces him even more. He pleasures himself every night to the thought of Hojo's greatest experiments fucking like wild animals - the thought of Shinra's greatest soldier getting ruined by a filthy beast.

And when everything breaks down for Sephiroth, he finally lets his desires take over him.

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Nibelheim is in flames behind him.

Sephiroth is no longer the hero he was perfectly molded into. He has replaced that man with a murderous monster and he wants to meet his cursed kin. He wants to meet you.

He easily struck down the dozens of Shinra workers that tried to block his path to you and when he reaches the door to the room you're kept in, he barges in like he's about to raid it.

Hojo's not here, but Sephiroth hardly cares right now as he slams the door behind him and locks it, throwing various items of furniture in front of it. He is not risking any Shinra scum interrupting his time with you.

The only light in the room is the harsh blue lighting of your tank, which appears absolutely massive. The cylindrical cell takes up nearly half of the entire back wall, spanning the floor to the ceiling.

His eyebrows furrow as he notices your lack of presence, so he slowly walks over and peers into the glass. The interior descends into complete darkness, yet something tells him you're secretly curled up at the bottom, looking up at him.

Now that he's up close, he realises your tank isn't actually as big as it seemed. It's tall, yes, but quite cramped with limited space for you to move around. It saddens him to think that this has been your 'home' for at least the past few years.

Not wanting to tap against the glass, Sephiroth looks around for something else he could possibly entice you with. He spots a bucket of fish sitting on one of the tables and rushes over to it. Beside the bucket lies a clipboard with a single piece of paper attached to it. He's not in the mood to read any of it, but he catches the line that states, 'Feed time: 12:00 pm daily'.

His nose scrunches, appalled. You're only being fed once a day? Poor thing.

Without even thinking about the obvious risks of this act, he takes a handful of fish and heads up the steps leading up the side of your tank.

He takes a deep breath in preparation, then opens the lid of your tank and drops a fish into the water. He hurriedly closes the lid and peers around the front of the enclosure , watching the fish sink agonisingly slowly into the shadowy depths below.

He pouts, his goal having been to get you to swim up so he can see you.

So he tries again and watches the second fish head into the darkness on its own... then the third... and then the fourth.

He holds the last fish desperately in his hand, closing his eyes and saying a small plea to himself, before lifting the lid once more.

However, before he can drop the fish in, a large webbed hand breaches the surface and locks onto Sephiroth's arm. In shock, he lets go of the fish and it drops down the stairs as he tries to break free.

A second webbed hand takes hold of his other arm, claws scratching at his skin.

Sephiroth's instincts overpower his lust as he pulls back in fright, yelling and kicking at you, yet your grip is too strong.

"G-Get off! Stop!" he screams, tears building up in his eyes as panic sets in.

This was a terrible idea.

With a solid hold on Sephiroth and the lid of your tank open just enough, you pull yourself up, your back crashing into the lid and sending it flying backwards.

From the waist up, you're now out of the water, giving Sephiroth a decent idea of your size. You tower over him, your broad frame engulfing him. Slimy scales on your arms and neck shimmer against the glow from the tank and Sephiroth's terrified eyes follow them up your body until he reaches your face. His breath hitches.

You're absolutely beautiful.

Your eyes mirror the depths of the ocean, their mesmerising hues hypnotising Sephiroth and making him relax in your arms as he admires them.

Your majesty calms him, reminds him why he came here. It was to see you - to let you devour him as you were the only kin he feels he has.

He no longer struggles in your hold. Instead,  he slowly takes off his gloves, careful not to make any sudden movements, dropping them beside him.

He then gently runs his fingers over your broad, soft chest.

A confused sound leaves you as your eyes follow his hands and he chuckles.

His touch trails down, ghosting over your waist where skin and scales meet. He takes your hands in his and guides them to his belt.

There’s a small click as the buckle is undone and Sephiroth lets the garment fall.

He looks up at you as he takes your hands to the clasps of his coat, watching your unreadable expression with eager eyes.

When they both pop, his coat opens to reveal his SOLDIER belt resting on his stomach.

He catches the way your eyes widen slightly with hunger and the thrill it gives him goes straight between his legs.

As if you're watching an oyster reveal its pearl to you, you sink back into the water until your lower half is submerged and watch intensely as Sephiroth undresses fully for you.

Each movement is slow as Sephiroth tries not to visibly shake from his nerves. Every so often he'll glance over at your still frame, his arousal pulsing as your dark eyes burn into him.

Once he's fully nude for you, he hesitantly reaches out for you with an unsteady hand, wanting you to come back to him. The pure, unmarked skin of his palm immediately tempts you and you surge towards him.

Your body weight pushes him down onto his back. The breath is knocked out of him and you tug his jaw open and force your tongue inside.

Sephiroth groans into you, letting you have your way with him as you settle between his splayed legs.

As you indulge in his delicious taste, you start to subconsciously grind yourself against Sephiroth's heat. The white-haired man whines at the feeling of scales rubbing up and down his dick, the sensation so foreign yet somehow so right.

You finally pull back, relishing in your little pearl's submission. He meets your gaze and wraps his legs around your waist.

"More...Give me more, my love..." he pants, practically humping you like a dog in heat.

He doesn't know if it's his words or his actions that you understand, but one of them gets through and you take hold of his sculpted hips and flip him around.

He moans loudly as your slick body slides between him, feeling completely helpless in this moment.

Your hands lie on his ass, roughly toying with the soft flesh. You never knew humans could be so...alluring.

Unable to resist your feral urges, you dive in and begin gliding your long tongue along his hole.

Sephiroth jerks up and yelps, yet you instantly shove him back down again with a strong hand on his back, hissing in his ear at his disobedience.

His heart races in fear and excitement, whining when your tongue finds his hole again and pushes its way inside.

Your strength surpasses his - Sephiroth can only wriggle about under your unbreakable hold, crying and gasping at the new sensations his body is experiencing.

"P-Please, m-mmph~!" he babbles, his words slurred like he's dreaming.

His legs kick up behind you as you continue to knead his thigh with your other hand.

Your tongue slithers against his walls as it stretches them wide open, only just missing a certain spot that Sephiroth is crying for you to hit. Your prey desperately tries to arch his hips up to give you easier access, but you're having none of it and press your hand into his back.

Sephiroth screams in frustration and you only stop when his frantic kicking makes it a little too difficult to carry on. As soon as your hand leaves his back, he pushes his ass up, his thick thighs quivering.

He glances back at you anxiously, as if anticipating you to pounce on him, and is met with you flashing your terrifying fangs at him in an evil grin. His dick twitches and you lean in, using that same tongue that just devoured his asshole to lick all the way up from his tailbone to his neck.

You push your hips onto his, driving his back down as you lie fully on top of him. He moans erotically as your tongue runs up the side of his neck.

"Oh, my love~" he sighs. "I've waited for this for s-so long..."

He reaches up and cups your jaw with his hand, biting his lip seductively when you make eye contact with him.

"Waited for you..." he whispers, before opening his mouth and letting you slide your tongue back in.

Despite the filth of the situation he's in, Sephiroth finds this action romantic. Almost as if it's your version of a kiss.

As you devour him in it, you both gently rock your hips together. The longer you continue this movement, Sephiroth notices the scales rubbing against his ass becoming smoother, like they're disappearing.

Just as he wants to part from the kiss to see what's happening, something hot and wet pokes the inside of his thigh.

He jumps, breaking your kiss and whipping his head around to look behind him. He nearly cums from what he sees.

He stares in awe as a pink tentacle-esque appendage, similar to your tongue only much longer and thicker, slides out from a slit between the crotch area of your scales.

You watch, amused, as his eyes widen with shock, blush covering his cheeks. Your cock slaps against his ass, smearing a mysterious slimy substance all over it.

Sephiroth gasps at the lewdity of it all and when your dick prods at his hole, he looks up at you like a lost puppy. His hand falls from your jaw to your chest, which he buries his face into when he feels you enter him with ease.

You lower his upper half back down and wrap your arms around him, essentially hugging him from behind as you start thrusting into him.

At this, Sephiroth tears up and reciprocates the hug as best he can. 

This is everything he needed, everything he longed for.

The slapping of your scales against his wet skin is the only thing he can hear right now, his own cries unimportant as your warmth envelops him.

"M-My love..." Sephiroth sobs into you.

Despite being inhuman, you can feel his emotions and hug him tighter, lifting his hips up slightly to get a better angle in him.

Your dick now slips against that spot he was dying for you to hit earlier, making him roll his eyes back as he sees stars. The loud whines and whimpers he lets out are muffled by your powerful arms.

Everything about this experience is new to him - the pleasure, the comfort, the protection. All his life Sephiroth has been made to believe that he's undeserving of these things, yet you of all people have shown him otherwise.

With you, Sephiroth is not Shinra's most powerful soldier, a weapon used for war. Instead, he is vulnerable in a way that makes him feel wanted. Loved.

He's so lost in how incredible your dick and your body feel that he doesn't realise that you feel the same way. Sort of.

Your pace picks up and the man beneath you starts squirming as a different kind of heat begins to swirl inside of him.

"Oh~! A-Ah! I'm gonna-- Oh, my love I-I'm gonna--!!!" his words are nearly incoherent.

As you hammer into him, the only words he can get out are various pet names for you alongside the occasional "Cumming~~!".

And that's the only warning you get before he shudders in your arms, pearly cum gushing out of him as his orgasm takes over.

With your limited interactions with humanity, you've never seen this behaviour before, so you cease moving and loosen your hold on him, peering over his shoulder.

After who knows how long, his orgasm fades, leaving him trembling beneath you.

You push the hair out of his face to check if he's still conscious. Even if he's not, you're too impatient to wait for him to wake up, grabbing him harshly and dragging him halfway into the water.

This throws him out of whatever state he was in as he cries out in surprise.

"W-Wait, my love--!!"

He stutters as you pull out and spin him round to face you, his flushed face stained with tears.

He weakly manages to wrap his legs around your waist as you shove back into him. He hurriedly grasps your shoulders, struggling to adjust to your speed as you pound into his abused hole.

His cries and shouts fall on deaf ears as your dick pistons in and out of him. His tight ass squeezes the wet tendril, a choked 'Ah!' being punched out of him each time it rams into that same spot.

"Too much~~! 'S too much my love--!" he rambles.

Faint colourful patterns start to dance around in Sephiroth's vision. He no longer has any strength or energy to move on his own, completely relying on your body to keep his head above water.

You bask in his desperation, softly lapping and nibbling at his earlobe possessively.

This pathetic man walked into your enclosure and opened your tank like a naive child trying to feed a lion at the zoo. He has made his mistake and you will not let him back out of it.

He's given you a taste of something you have been denied for years.

You will make this man your mate whether he likes it or not.

The thought alone is enough to send a thrill down you, clinging onto his toned waist as you slam even more brutally into him.

You let out a pleased trill next to his ear as your hips stutter, ready to fill your mate up.

"W-Wait-! Ah~! A-AH?!"

Sephiroth's noises are cut off by the feeling of your hot sperm releasing into him, his own overstimulated cock weakly spurting out more small drops of white.

His nails dig into the scales on your shoulders as he clenches around you tight, focussing solely on the warmth spilling into his stomach.

"Love..." he whispers, dizzy.

Sephiroth physically cannot carry himself and his head falls onto your shoulder in exhaustion.

You peer down at him curiously, before scooping him up in your arms and lying back in the water, letting him rest on you as his own personal lifeboat.

He falls asleep within minutes, so worn out he doesn't stir when you later jump out of your tank, carrying him with you in your arms.

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Shinra SOLDIERS finally manage to break into your cell, hours after you escaped with your lover.

All they discover is your empty tank with the top wide open and a rogue deceased fish lying on the floor.

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This is the most adorable non-bot blank blog I’ve ever seen. People, this is all you need to do to let us know you’re a human if you’re confused.

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i can't believe i wrote this and people still find this. uh here i am bringing attention to it again ig?

Unsaid Thoughts

〘«Aether X GN! Reader»〙

•| ▷ehh yeah

It doesn't take long for you to realise, perhaps you should've been a much kinder, better person.

Maybe then, you wouldn't have to watch everything fall apart as you lay on the ground, blood seeping into a puddle of beautiful crimson red. The sea of men clashing their weapons together, tied up people near a statue of visions dull and lack the bright grow of a user.

You wish you could hear the shouts of passion, battling out with a stubbornness that you'd compare to wanting freedom. It's hard to hear from the loud constant ringing in your ears, your legs slowly losing feeling as your fingers twitched and clutched onto the dimming vision. You feel something wrap around your body and feel the ground becoming farther, your head limping to someone's chest as your limbs hung lifelessly. Like how you'd soon end up.

This person...their face is blurry and you don't have the energy to keep your cogs moving enough to think. All you can do is observe their features; what pretty, luscious golden braids. What beautiful sparkly golden eyes.

Like polished gemstones cared for centuries. Hm, you know someone like that but who was it? Speaking of, what did you eat last this morning? You blink a second longer now, you lose feeling of your arms, the cold freezing temperature tickling your fingers and toes as if to mock your current state. It didn't help that it rained on your face but never feeling your clothes dampen. Oh right, you'd been fighting alongside the traveler during the Vision Decree. He was amazing at everything he did. He had a kind heart, soft mellow eyes but hid the strong devotion he had. Strong willed in nature and fought with passion. A goal to find his lost sister, you offered to accompany him in his long journey. Perhaps this journey would be cut short though, it's time for you to rest.

Aether, a great hero such as himself can save this nation.

Aether, a man who had cherished you and grew attached to you. Your company bringing him a sense of comfort and strength to continue. You know, he'd always trail his fingers on your skin, eyes lingering in yours as he held you tightly. You remembered how he whispered desperately for you to stay whenever he thought you were sleeping. His arms wrapped so perfectly around you...like this person's arms around you, clutching as if you'd leave him in a matter of seconds; a tent coming into your point of view.

Oh, it's Aether! You wanted to greet him but maybe you will next time. You're a little tired to move.He runs in with you in his arms, yelling at Goro. Why though? He's a great guy, you'll remember to ask later.

You close your eyes and nuzzle weakly into Aether's body, breathes shallower by the minute as you start to lose feeling in your chest, finding it hard to breath like your lungs are constricted to a small space.

You feel Aether shake you, you whimper before scrunching your face in irritation. You watch as his lips part, squishing and moving into different shapes as if speaking. You shake your head, you have no clue what he said; The previously persistent ringing in your ears disappeared and was replaced with silence.

It's peaceful and rather soothing. It's encouraging you to embrace it and it keeps tempting you the longer your eyes are open. Aether's palm presses against your cheek, a viscous red liquid drenching his hand and smudging it on your face—he doesn't seem bothered by that fact. His expression doesn't seem all that great, grimacing intensely with his lips quivering as he bites them, tears streaming down his face as shakes his head, as if he was pleading for something. You stare for a second longer before smiling sweetly, struggling to fully stretch your lips as it fell as quickly as it appeared. Your eyes twitching close for a moment and then opening slowly, this heavy feeling weighing on the tip of your eyelids as Aether presses a kiss on your nose and pressing your foreheads together. His eyes staring attentively at you as he cries.

"...ther?" You managed to murmur out, Aether shakes his head as his mouth falls open, seemingly crying harder before Gorou places a hand on Aether's shoulder and shakes his head.

Aether pulls his head back, mouthing words as he trembles, struggling to even steady himself.

"I love y—"

Ah, you wish you'd gotten to finish reading his lips before you slept.

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YOU DON'T HOW FUCKING HARD IT WAS TO FIND CONTENT ABOUT POLYESTER AND POLYTHERANE X READER

It's almost like 15 years since we got content about Panty and stocking. I love how insufferable they are and despite they're the girls cousin it's so funny how they look down on them

ALSO JOKINGLY CALLING THEM TWINKS BUT WHEN THEY TRANSFORMED THEY'RE FIT AND BUFF AS HELL HAHAHAHA (like I've noticed Polyurethane has more bigger physique than polyester).

Fanservice they say and I am being served like wth have you seen the show it's totally the plot on how degenerate they are

KEEP UP WITH THE AMAZING AND WONDERFUL SPECTACULAR WORK

Dude the last few days has been just me digging as deep as I can into twitter, tiktok and tumblr to find whatever I can find about those two

I just love how bratty and pretty they are, just the type of men I like

Also thank you SO much for that gif, now my favorite scene from the transformation can forever be on my account

I just love the slight difference in movement. Polyester drags his hands straight on his body with no additional movement until he connect them behind his neck as if to flext

Meanwhile Polyurethane does a more curvy movement that that quickly goes from his thin waist to slowly drag over his big chest as it to show the difference

I need to bite them to see how their skin feels....

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there's been plenty of pushback against youtube's plan to age-check users by using an AI to analyze everyone's watching habits, but amidst that, i spotted this playlist circulating among some teens:

(picture is a reconstruction to protect the kids identity)

interesting! they're trying to trick the AI by watching videos that have a primarily adult viewer demographic? well im a curious fella so naturally i have to take a look-see, and

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decentralize and clean up your life!!!

use overdrive, libby, hoopla, cloudlibrary, and kanopy instead of amazon and audible.

use firefox instead of chrome or opera (both are made with chromium, which blocks functionality for ad-blockers. firefox isn't based on chromium).

use mega or proton drive instead of google drive.

get rid of bloatware

use libreoffice instead of microsoft office suite

use vetted sites on r/FREEMEDIAHECKYEAH for free movies, books, games, etc.

use trakt or letterboxd instead of imdb.

use storygraph instead of goodreads.

use darkpatterns to find mobile game with no ads or microtransactions

use ground news to read unbiased news and find blind spots in news stories.

use mediahuman or cobalt to download music, or support your favorite artists directly through bandcamp

make youtube bearable by using mtube, newpipe, or the unhook extension on chrome, firefox, or microsoft edge

use search for a cause or ecosia to support the environment instead of google

use thriftbooks to buy new or used books (they also have manga, textbooks, home goods, CDs, DVDs, and blurays)

use flashpoint to play archived online flash games

find books, movies, games, etc. on the internet archive! for starters, here's a bunch of David Attenborough documentaries and all of the Animorphs books

burn your music onto cds

use pdf24 (available online or as a desktop app) instead of adobe

use unroll.me to clean your email inboxes

use thunderbird, mailfence, countermail, edison mail, tuta, or proton mail instead of gmail

remove bloatware on windows PC, macOS, and iOS X

remove bloatware on samsung X

use pixelfed instead of instagram or meta

use NCH suite for free software like a file converter, image editor, video editors, pdf editor, etc.

feel free to add more alternatives, resources or advice in the reblogs or replies, and i'll add them to the main post <3

last updated: march 18th 2025

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YouTube will use AI to monitor your viewing habits to determine if you're under 18 and require an ID for you to view certain content, yes even if you're in the US.

Now. I have some questions. Like if I watch kids shows from the 90s is that a mark for me being over 30 because it's an old TV show? Or under 30 because it's a kid's show?

Okay question aside.

There's legitimate reasons to have "odd" viewing habits. I for one have chronic fatigue. I've fallen asleep with Youtube's autoplay on and will wake up 3 hours later with the weirdest shit playing (sometimes it's kids stuff).

I'm learning 2 languages. I will watch kids shows in those languages to help me practice and pick up the language. (Muzzy in Gondoland is SO CUTE). But it's really helpful to watch shows that are like "Red orange yellow green! One two three!" To learn the basics like your colors, numbers, days of the week.

Also. Bronies... adults like kids shows. Sometimes they got a really good message like MLP. Sometimes for Nostalgia, I mean Pokémon is still going, and I watch that for nostalgia.

"No, but AI would be smarter than that!"

Is it? Is it really? Bitch if kids want to watch YouTube, that's what YouTube Kids is for. We don't need your 1984 bullshit monitoring our fucking watching habits.

"I don't understand why you're so upset. Just give them your ID." Because I'm a developer. I watch programmers increasingly use AI to fucking program their goddamn software every fucking day. And the thing is AI is really fucking bad at it. It leads to issues like the Tea app leak.

The Tea app was an app where women warned other women in the dating scene about red flag men in the area and they could ask other women if the guy that were dating was a red flag. That app had women upload their Drivers Licenses, and they recently had a leak due to shitty security protocols caused by AI coding causing a legacy database to literally be open to the public, with so security features to keep any old random person from accessing it. All of the data in that database what just... dumped to the open internet. Location data. IDs. All of it.

So, no... I'm not gonna me uploading my ID anywhere BECAUSE I'VE SEEN HOW POORLY SOME OF YOUR ASSHOLES CODE. And by "how poorly you code" I mean you don't fucking code. You just give it to AI and the fucking dumbass system wouldn't know a security feature if it punched it in the face.

Suck my dick. You're not "keeping the kids safe" you're exposing everyone to identity threats.

-fae

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sub male character x dom amab!reader

the things i'd fucking do for a sweet boy with a cute little hole. imagine him cockwarming you so sweetly, hole snug and soaking, fluttering around your cock like he's made for it. he's so full, so warm, and god, so fucking needy. "you want it, don't you?" you murmur against his ear, one hand caressing his thigh, the other splayed across his tummy. "want me to fill you up?" he moans, nodding fast, and you waste no time dragging your cock through every inch of his messy, greedy hole. "need it, wanna be full, wanna be bred," he whines, spreading his legs, begging you to fuck him open. "yeah? gonna give you a baby, pretty boy," you growl, fucking into him. "gonna stuff you so full of my cum everyone's gonna see what a good little breeding bitch you are." he sobs, crying from how good it feels, hole clenching around you to milk your load out. when you cum, it's deep inside him, buried to the hilt with his legs pushed back, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into his used-up ass. you don't stop until you've filled him so full it drips out of him, leaking down his ass and soaking the fucking sheets.

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I keep seeing the take that authors on AO3 need to stop deleting their fics and instead to orphan them without any explanation of the consequences of orphaning a fic and as an author I really need to say something to this.

Stop telling people to just orphan their fics.

Orphaning a fic means giving up any and all ownership over it. No way to claim it back, edit it or delete it. Yes it's an archive but an author should still have the right to delete their work if they feel like they don't want it to be up anymore.

Readers always scream for authors to orphan their fics instead of deleting because they feel like they have a right to the fanworks that is shared with them for free. If it's so important to you to not lose a fic, download it. Also comment and encourage the authors, instead of telling them to give up all ownership to their work.

To authors, if you think about deleting your fics, there are other options you should employ first. If you don't want it connected to your name, put it into an anonymous collection. As long as it's in there, noone can see you wrote it, you still can edit ot or delete it and moderate comments on it. You can even move it to anther account, just create another one, add it as co author and then take your main account off. Then you can still edit it from your second account but it's no longer connected to your account.

If you don't want it to show anymore put it in a unrevealed collection, that way, the fic won't show up but it's still there, you can still see it, read comments and make it public again.

If you feel the urge to delete your fic, try one of these options first and see how you feel about it after a while, you can still delete or orphan afterwards, but this hopefully makes your decision easier.

Only orphan a fic if you're 100% sure. This is permanent, there is no way back from that, AO3 support will NOT help you if you did it on accident or change your mind. Don't listen to people telling you to just orphan it, make very sure, this is what you want.

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Delicious. We love to see it.

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