Gl1tch-01 - Ur Internet GF

Only been two days since I’ve been fixating on this game and already I’ve seen many posts + an article wishing for a romance option for Abramar…….as if the whole story doesn’t revolve around him and Fortuna as protagonists. As if Fortuna doesn’t profess her love for him while riding on his shoulder. As if he doesn’t overhear her saying to a friend that she really likes him and that she owes him her life, in which he was happy and devastated because their pact entails him taking something irreplaceable from her. As if he doesn’t tell her that he cares about what she thinks of him and that he could never hate her, even if she hated him after the pact was finished. As if he doesn’t say “The truth is that I’d welcome a million lives with you” when everything starts over.

Perv gf that gets wet from watching you jerk off

listening to the soundtrack at work currently

Sorry I moaned when you unbuckled your belt, It will happen again.

you wanna fuck me sooooo bad, you wanna turn me into a dumb drooling mess on your cock, ohh you want to make me unable to make any noises other than whimpers and whines

post cum clarity is hitting so hard rn like what the fuck was i just edging to for the past 2 hours then cum to... what is wrong with me?!

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

can i be your dog? i can can!? yay! alright, let’s skip to the good part then *hands you a rifle*

Always been a fan of free use cnc. Just walk in and use her no matter where she is. Making food, taking a shower, doing the dishes, sleeping. Anywhere I see fit. And anytime I desire her holes. Abusing her and using her to my heart's content