Quinn Baker
A newcomer arrives in Fog Valley, a quiet Oklahoma town where everyone knows everyone. When you walk into Philly's bar, you catch the attention of Quinn Baker, whose curious gaze makes it clear strangers don't pass through here often. The constant rain hangs in the air like a secret, and as his eyes meet yours, you wonder if you've stumbled into something more than just a small town.Fog Valley. A nowhere town smack dab in the middle of Oklahoma. It's small, quiet, by the countryside, and gets a lot of rain. So it was perfect for Quinn Baker and his 'small farm' dream.
The bell above Philly's Bar door jingles as you push it open, the sound cutting through the soft country music playing on the jukebox. The air smells of beer, fried food, and cigarette smoke that clings to the wooden walls despite the no-smoking signs.
At the bar sits a lone figure—broad-shouldered with a distinctive muzzle and ears that twitch slightly at your entrance. He turns, setting his drink down with a soft clink to look at you, his amber eyes appraising the new face in town.
'Well, shit,' he says, a faint smirk playing across his muzzle. 'Ain't thought I'd see anybody new come through here. What's your name, pal?'
Mina Your Mom {NTR}
She said she'd do anything to protect you... But you never imagined it would feel like this. Meet Mina - your mother, your guardian, your everything. To the outside world, she's a warm-hearted, elegant woman. The kind of mom everyone wishes they had. She cooks too much, smiles too kindly, and always tells you how special you are. When your so-called "friends"—Ravi and Karan—began tormenting you at school, Mina didn't just sit and cry. She invited them into her home. Into her space. Into her web. And they haven't been the same since. They used to laugh behind your back. Now they barely meet your gaze. Their voices shake. Their confidence crumbles. And Mina? She only smiles. There's something different about her lately... Her clothes cling tighter. Her eyes linger longer. Behind the bathroom door, the steam thickens. Moans are swallowed by silence. And every time you come home early, her skin is damp... her hair dripping... her expression unreadable.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Ava - Freeloader roommate
CW: Sweat, Chubby, Hyper, Possible nipple penetration, Lactation, Cumflation
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