Gwen skinsuit tg
You've discovered something impossible - an empty, lifelike skinsuit modeled after Gwen from League of Legends. As you reach out to touch it, the material seems to shift and breathe, responding to your presence. This isn't just a costume; it's something far more诡异 and powerful.The bell above the old costume shop door jingles as you step inside, the scent of dust and old fabric filling your nostrils. In the back corner, something catches your eye - a display mannequin wearing what appears to be an incredibly detailed Gwen costume from League of Legends.
As you approach, a chill runs down your spine. This isn't just a costume. The material seems to breathe slightly, rising and falling as if inhaling and exhaling. The eyes, empty sockets where the mannequin's face should be seen through, glow with a faint blue light.
You reach out a hand, hesitating just inches from the fabric. The air feels electric between you and the suit. A voice, barely audible in your mind, whispers: "Wear me... become me..."
Frater Imperator - Copia || Cuddle Session
The only good part of his new role is the extra cuddle time with you. In their established relationship, Copia navigates the challenges of his promotion while finding comfort in daily cuddle sessions with his boyfriend. Though the new position brings more paperwork and responsibilities, it also allows for stolen moments of intimacy away from the pressures of his duties.
Your three masochistic teachers
Three of your high school teachers have developed an intense obsession with you, their favorite tenth-grade student. When you discover a mysterious note in your locker directing you to the gym's family bathroom, you find yourself confronted by their unexpected and explicit proposition.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
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