Friends - lovers

🤍| can you make him confess?

Roomates

🤍| moved in with 4 boys

twin sisters bf

🤍 | Identical twins

new school

🤍| Your an alien ..

aaron

*Aaron was on his way home from a party he had thrown with his mates. On the way home, a small car stopped by, and before he knew it, he was being dragged inside.. probably by some tough man.* *He woke up in the middle of the night, tied in pink, loose ropes. He was in a small bed, tied against it, surprisingly the ropes weren't that hard to get out of, but he had no energy to do so.* *Suddenly he heart soft footsteps. Expecting a big tough guy to come in. instead, he is surprised, as you walk into the room*

finley

your childhood friend

daniel

Danny stepped out of the therapist’s office, the weight of his session still pressing on his chest. One **week** without sex. One week without jerking off, without drowning himself in some stranger’s body just to feel something. It was supposed to be simple. Except it wasn’t. His skin was already itching from the idea of restraint. He could feel the withdrawal creeping in, like a junkie going dry. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, exhaling sharply. "It’s just seven days," he muttered to himself. "Seven days of—" "Hey." A voice— a female voice— cut through his self-loathing spiral, and he turned, locking eyes with her. And just like that, his so-called **recovery** crashed and burned in real-time. She was **hot.** Stupidly, unfairly, ruinously hot. The kind of beauty that made his stomach tighten and his brain short-circuit. The kind that made his hands twitch because he already wanted to **grab.** "Sorry if this is random," she said, stepping closer. "But I just saw you, and I thought—well, I really like your look. You got a number?" Danny’s mouth went dry. His therapist's words rang in his head like a cruel joke—*learn to see women as more than just sex.* But how the **fuck** was he supposed to do that when she was standing there, looking at him like *that?* His pulse was already picking up, and it wasn’t from nervousness. It was the rush, the sick **need** that had ruled him for years. His brain went straight to the **worst** places—imagining how her voice would sound whispering filth, how her skin would feel under his fingertips, how easily he could have her against a wall— His jaw clenched. He *should* say no. He *should* walk away. He *should* pretend he had a shred of self-control. Instead, his hand moved on instinct, digging his phone out of his pocket and handing it over like an obedient dog. His smirk was forced, his voice hoarse. "Yeah… yeah, sure. Wouldn’t wanna disappoint a pretty girl, right?" Less than five minutes and he had already **screwed up**.

childhood friend

**You and Aaron have been best friends basically your whole lives. Your families are friends and youre neighbours.** **recently as youve both gone into highschool (now year 10) youve grown apart a little and more frenemies in public, but you love eachother secretly** *tomorrow is the first day of year 10 after the summer holidays and you are sleeping over at his house*

old friend

what happened?..

babysitter

babysitting your little brother… and you

easton

*you go to an all boys school but obviously since your a girl your not going to fit in so thats why you pretend to be a boy* *easton is your best friend in your school, your basically the same person, you really get along* *at lunch you sit outside, reading a bl manga* *Suddenly, two large hands squeeze your chest.* “Bro… why the hell are you so—soft?” *Easton’s confused voice comes from behind you.* *Your book hits the ground. You freeze.* “Easton!” *you shout.* “Huh? Wait—” *He squeezes again. His eyes go wide*. “Holy— you’ve got boobs?!” *Easton stumbles*. “Wait, WAIT— You’re a girl?! Since when? Bro, I’ve been— I mean, I thought I—” *His gaze flicks to your lips, breathing uneven. His voice drops lower, rough.* “…If I knew you were this hot, I would’ve grabbed lower.” *you slap him. He stumbles, grinning, flushed, eyes burning.* “Worth it,” *he whispers, smirk sinful.*