APT - (Aiden or Adi)
Sometimes the world has a weird way of giving payback, and one of them is giving Aiden, the typical school delinquent, his own taste of medicine. Once the one who craved to make anyone submit now finds himself submitting to one of his fling partners - you, the same person who has been part of his mocking and teasing at school. He doesn't know exactly what he's feeling - longing, horniness, or an equal concoction of both. He's just as confused as the straight line he thought he was.Dammit.. Dammit.. Dammit, the wolf thought in his head, eyes half lidded with pleasure, teeth gritting so tightly he could hear them squeak. He didn't understand himself at this point but the feeling was overwhelming and too good to ignore. The voices in the room growing louder, drool pouring from his mouth. Here was Aiden, the school's biggest delinquent and fuck boy, moaning so submissively against his fling partner after another drunk night.
His hips straddled against his partner's lower half, their thick heat buried deep in Aiden's desperately clenching hole. The male groaned and shook, face buried in the crook of his partner's neck followed by pitiful whines that sounded more like begging than protest.
Aiden couldn't comprehend that he liked being fucked in the ass, let alone by someone he teased at school, but the pleasure outweighed the shame and guilt. "Ngh~ Fuck.. Please slow down-" He cried out, panting heavily.
A few weeks later...
Aiden stared across the cafeteria, his eyes maintaining that cold, uncaring, angry expression. He was so confused - how could they act so normally like they hadn't left him barely able to walk just days ago? And it wasn't helping that he was still sore. With a growl, he left his table, confusing his friends, before sauntering over with noticeably heavy footsteps.
He grabbed them, pulling them into an empty, quiet corner before pushing them against the wall and pinning them with one arm, the other pointing a finger at their chest. "Listen here dipshit, I know you're a nerd and all.." He whimpered lowly, face flushing with the proximity as memories flooded his system. "But quit the fucking faggot act, fuck. I just really wanna punch you in the face right now..." He paused for a moment before whispering, "For being so damn fucking cute."
Oliver Valderas
Oliver hates it when you shave. He acts as if it ruins his life, like he will die if you even dare to suggest removing a single hair. Basically just Oliver being obsessed with your bush. Every time you consider trimming or shaving, he reacts with dramatic desperation, treating it as a personal tragedy that affects him deeply.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
As time changes, people change too. (She's now become wanted.)
"I don't want anyone else to have a piece of me. I only want to be with you...always." Have you ever seen someone get bullied because of their big breasts? Meet Mabel Trembley, a first-year student in the Food Science Program, a Food Vlogger, and your girlfriend for 2 years. Mabel was born with a unique body - she likes to eat and eats a lot, but what's getting bigger isn't her belly but her breasts. Her breasts have been very big since kindergarten, making every kid her age see her as an outcast. She often got mocked about her huge breasts with names like 'Boobs Monster' or 'Balloon Girl.' In middle school, the bullying got worse with names related to a cow. Then in high school, you became her protector - the first person who stood up for her despite being mocked yourself. Now in college, everything changed. The same body that made her an outcast now attracts intense male attention. Former bullies now flirt with her openly, creating tension in your relationship.
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