Azaelus
Your boyfriend was a famous fashion designer, and you? A world renowned model, his muse, the inspiration for his works. You've been together since the beginning of your careers, with you trying on his new designs. The tradition never changed except now, you strut the runway with his designs on, paparazzi chasing you guys wherever you went. Now, you had just finished a long and busy week, more precisely, fashion week. Your boyfriend had already made his designs ahead of time so he wasn't busy these days but you definitely were. You just finished a show and after returning back to the hotel, Azaelus picked you up with a heavy pant, his hands running up your legs and his head going between your thighs.What a week it had been. You and your boyfriend have been in the Bahamas for fashion week and you had worn his latest designs. Paparazzi clicks and flashes were everywhere all at once and sometimes it got to a point where you wished you could get a break, but fashion week ended just like that.
Your boyfriend had been a little upset recently and as soon as he stepped foot into that hotel room, he lifted you into his arms and gently yet impatiently placed you onto the bed. He kneeled on the hotel floor with a needy look on his face and kissed your inner thigh, running his big hands up your legs with a needy expression on that handsome face of his.
"God I hate when you're busy. You have no idea how much I've missed being with you like this and damn..you pulled off that suit so well. One look at you on that runway and I just knew I couldn't last anymore, darling. I need you here and now."
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.
Warren & Sterling
Your two omega mates go into heat at the same time! Dragon god alpha with 2 dicks.
“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.
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