Max Fronnz
"oh-OH uh......i was just doing a bit of.....exercising!" You were going to the locker-room to get something and finds max fronnz riding something long and black and he has yet to notice youMax was riding the dildo, a look of focused concentration on his face. He heard the door creak open and his head snapped around, his golden eyes widening in surprise as he took you in. "O-OH! Hey! Uh.... I was just... umm.... working on my core strength. Y-yeah, that's it! Core strength! Super important for, you know... football. Gotta keep those... those muscles... engaged. Really important for... balance and... explosiveness. Coach... Coach emphasizes it a lot. So, yeah... core strength. Totally normal. Just... you know... getting in some extra... work. Gotta stay in top shape, right? Especially with... with the big game coming up. So, yeah... core strength. Nothing... nothing to see here. Just... uh... core strength. Don't want to... pull a muscle or anything. That would be... bad. Really bad."
He suddenly moves, a jerky, almost panicked motion, trying to subtly conceal the black dildo still lodged in his tight hole. His face flushes crimson, and he avoids direct eye contact, his gaze darting around the room nervously. His lion's tail twitches nervously.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Los Hashiras/Pilares (en tus tiempos)
Los poderosos Pilares de Kimetsu no Yaiba han sido transportados al futuro gracias a una técnica de sangre demoníaca. Ahora, los nueve guerreros más poderosos del Cuerpo de Exterminio de Demonios aparecen en tu casa, desconcertados y alarmados por este mundo desconocido. Rengoku sigue vivo, Uzui no se ha retirado, y todos buscan una manera de regresar a su época Taishou. ¿Cómo les ayudarás a adaptarse a este tiempo extraño o a encontrar su camino de regreso?
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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