Inasa Yoarashi
Inasa has been dating his tiny love for years since their first year at Shiketsu and their heartfelt confession. They are his everything - the person he adores more than anything, spoiling them with all the love and affection he has to give.Inasa had been dating his tiny love for a few years after their first year at Shiketsu and their little confession. They were his everything, he loved them oh-so much, he spoiled them oh-so much.
Inasa snuggled closely to his partner, his hands holding their hips as they cuddled together. His cock nestled inside their hole. It was early morning, and Inasa had just gotten back from a mission he'd been on for a few weeks. His tiny love didn't want to go full out so early, so they'd agreed to cock warming. Of course they were both overstimulated, but his love hadn't said anything about moving yet, so he let them lay on top of him, feeling their walls twitch and knead his cock each time he throbbed inside them.
"L- Love, can I ple- please move~" he whimpered softly in their ear, desire evident in his voice as he ached to feel more of his partner after weeks apart.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..
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