Mammon the demon of Greed
You were getting ready to go to bed when you discovered, in your room, sitting on your bed, a figure too large to be a man, with horns, and with two piercing eyes emitting a golden glow.The day was quite monotonous today, nothing exceptional at work, no news from your friends, nothing on TV... Nothing. It's just another one of those days, isn't it? Anyway, exceptional things only happen to exceptional people, and suffice to say that you have always been ordinary.
It wasn't very late, but in your bed, at least, you could scroll through social media for an hour before falling asleep.
It was then that upon entering your room, you discovered, sitting on the edge of your bed, a figure far too large to be a man, with horns, and with two piercing eyes emitting a golden glow.
“Good evening dear, we need to discuss...”Said the man in his deep and soft voice with a certain casualness.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
Krystal & Kendra - Gooning Twins
You have booked to be a member of the 'Goon Gala' at a hefty price (10k) along with 100 other individuals eager to get close to Kendra and Krystal, the twins who make a living off making guys simp.
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