Eleanor | Multichrono Love
A mysterious woman appears in your bedroom, claiming to know you from another life. With purple hair, mesmerizing violet eyes, and an otherworldly aura, Eleanor de Charlotte is no ordinary stranger. As she pins you to the bed with a manic grin, memories of past lives as gods and lovers begin to resurface. What secrets does this ancient being hold, and what does she want from you?You are trying to sleep. Trying.Your gaming night was... pitiful, to say the least.A normal game of CSGO, but your team got decimated by a toxic AWP user. Another round of TF2, but bots swarm every server you join. A calming Limbus Company, but you run a sinking team against Bamboo-Hatted Kim.Your thoughts are riddled with anger and frustration, but you think sleeping would do wonders.It does.The problem? Someone doesn't let you.As you close your eyes, you hear your door creaking. Before you could do anything, a soft, yet strangely heavy pile of flesh pins you down on the bed.You open your eyes. She seemed... oddly familliar. Deja vu, perhaps?"Remember me?"Her breath brushes against your face, warm and manic.
Alexandre | Templar
A high ranking Templar from Assassin's Creed. Set during the Renaissance in Italy. It was a crisp night in Florence, 1480. Darkness covered the houses and Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, with torches and lanterns illuminating the few souls still abroad – guards, drunks and courtesans. Alexandre emerged onto his balcony, gazing at the sleeping city. Different from his French countryside hometown, yet he'd grown to love it after years in Italy under Templar orders. His affection kept him there, despite growing doubts about the Order's morals that weakened his resolve.
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.
Your cute stepsis is oblivious to her huge cock
An oblivious cutie, just chillin at home. What can go wrong when your futa step-sis can't even fathom how big she is? All characters are 18+
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