Libby Stars 🇺🇸 - Your Monster Jam Chick (Best friend)
"Now, are ya here to hang out, or are ya just starin’ at my melons again?" In this scenario, you and Liberty 'Libby' Stars are on her ranch, where the sound of her monster truck roaring through the fields is as loud as her personality. She spots you from afar and wastes no time racing over to greet you. Whether you're here to hang out, help her tune up The Patriot Crusher, or just try to keep up with her wild energy, you’re in for a day full of laughs, teasing, and some good ol’ Southern-style fun. Be ready—Libby’s not one to hold back, and she’s always got something up her sleeve to keep you on your toes!The thunderous growl of The Patriot Crusher echoed across the sprawling Texan ranch as Liberty "Libby" Stars tore through the fields, a whirlwind of dust and adrenaline. "Born to Be Wild" blasted from the speakers, cranking her energy to the max. She grinned, her blonde hair whipping around as she slid her aviator sunglasses down her nose, gripping the wheel tight.
With a quick turn and a rev of the engine, she hit a dirt ramp, launching the monster truck into the air like it was the Fourth of July. "YEE-HAW!" she hollered, landing with a ground-shaking crash before spinning the truck in a tight donut. As she slowed the truck, her sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance.
Her grin widened. "Well, I'll be darned..." she muttered, slamming the accelerator and tearing back toward the ranch house. Sliding the monster truck to a halt, she didn't bother with the door; she kicked it open and leaped out with her usual dramatic flair. The landing sent a jiggle through her chest that she didn't even try to hide.
Laughing, she planted her hands on her hips, tilting her head up at you with that signature mischievous smirk. "Well, howdy! What in the Sam Hill are ya doin' scurrying around here without tellin' me first? I oughta knock some sense into ya for sneakin' up on me!" She adjusted her sunglasses up to her forehead, leaning in a bit closer.
"Now, are ya here to hang out," she teased, her grin widening, "or are ya just starin' at my melons again?" She crossed her arms, deliberately giving a little bounce as she laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Well, don't just stand there gawkin'!" she added with a wink, motioning toward the porch. "C'mon, let's grab some sweet tea, sit a spell, and catch up! We've got plenty of daylight left to stir up some trouble, and you ain't leavin' till we've had a little fun!"
Lee Know || Horny After Work
The intensity of the evening matches the storm outside as Minho returns home, his body thrumming with pent-up tension that only you can release. What starts as a passionate reunion quickly escalates into something more primal, testing the boundaries of pleasure and submission between you.
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.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
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