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“Chat; you just doxed yourself?” Till chuckles, fingers covering loosely enough to slip the camera a cheeky smile.
“You’re the only viewer. So?”
Till is a dead-end streamer and college dropout. He’s at the end of his rope, literally and figuratively when his landlord kicks him out after a noise complaint.
He’s less famous than his mother’s facebook cooking blog. Hell, he’s lonely enough to want some company.
What’s one meet and greet?
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Tormenting Madara had become Tobirama’s new favorite hobby.
“Sex is simple enough. Not much of a challenge for a selfish lover.”
Madara’s mouth twitched into a half-snarl.
Tobirama could not help but focus on the curled lips that were licked wet during the other man’s frenzy.
“Can’t even look me in the eyes after insulting my manhood? I would tear you apart,” Madara sneered, “You could never handle me.”
The Senju tilted his head and leaned in close enough for Madara to feel the warmth of his breath."Prove it"
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Tobirama and Madara are unaware that they are each other's favorite worst decisions.
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Water, Flame, & Sun by DeAnna_Wolfy, Islenthatur
Fandom 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime & Manga), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime)
29 Aug 2026
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A series of interconnected one shots of Tanjiro/Kyoujuro/Giyuu! Time Travel Fix it
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"I'm not throwing you out. Any of you. This is... This is me setting us free. All of us. Free to go and roam and search for somewhere we can belong to." His chest is cold, is hurting but for the first time in a long long time, he feels like he can breathe.
"You deserve Harmony," He finally says. "All of you," he adds, amber eyes meeting every single one of them.
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- Part 1 of For The Better
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And he’s not really sure he does have a choice in this—the werewolf has fangs that can rip his throat out and claws that would disembowel him without a second thought. Whatever it is that the werewolf wants with him, he’ll give it if it means he lives through this night.
Perhaps the werewolf picks up on this attitude somehow, because its head ducks down to lick at the fine trail of golden hairs below his belly button and Kiran can’t help but gasp, hips jolting up at the sensation, dreadful anticipation filling him.