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As the tile says. Since im technically the poster above me I would have to go with killing myself.

Deep it is then!

Fuck cause he's scared of dick

Granted! But you're the best hero only in the eyes of .... Satan! You might says you're a goddamned hero! And as His Infernal Majesty's hero, you accomplished great feats of oppression and sacrilege. It was beautiful. ~weeps at the sight~ Wish: to be fireproof

Leading to the small scullery was the kitchenette that served mostly as the break room for the remaining servants and staff. This chateau used to host an odd array of outcasts, their talents trained by no other than their master. The twins weren't the only ones playing hide and seek as a towering figure stood with his back turned between them and their secret hiding spot, groaning like a ghoul recently bloomed from the earth. A fabulous fragrance filled the air, and with it came the peculiar noise of percolation. Milk froth, aromatic mist carrying the notes of crushed coffee beans, tinges of cocoa and cinnamon. The tall black shadow s

The antique doorknob rattled and popped free from its mortise, only for a mess of locks and two identical heads to peer out from the slim opening. Four eyes scanned the corridor outside their bedroom while two sets of ears tuned to the creaks and groans of the chateau’s gurgling bowels. None of the halls were lit during this time of night, but that didn’t discourage the curiosities of two audacious adolescents with an interest in the dead. From the time they were pulled from their mother’s belly to the time now, most had considered them a peculiar pair. Consequently, being peculiar attracted attention—far more than they had hoped—but non

Fuck because I'm in too deep to stop now

Fuck because I want to

Fuck because that's why she likes that skirt

Fuck because that skirt's lookin' easy access

Fuck because penis

Marcus' fingers lifted towards his chin, scratching lightly as he continued to listen to Rouna, the club maid. Though her attire was not designed for sexual appeal, there was some lizard brain response in any healthy man's mind to a woman dressed like a maid. Probably something about a woman at your service. Still, he didn't dwell too long on that thought, instead curious regarding her emphasis on safety and, particularly, that little stumble of words. She definitely intended to say her watch, not just "our watch". "I'm glad to be in good hands, then," is all he said with a smile. He looked around once more, deciding he had as good a tou