BASSIST | Maxwell Kenneth | ☆
Our bratty bassist gets drunk and when you pick him up he flirts with you! This is an MLM story featuring an idol and his manager. Maxwell is the bassist for the band 'tráeme la Luna' (Bring me the moon), a soft rock x Spanish/Latin rock band. He's the only member without Latino roots but has learned Spanish from the band. They used to make anti-folk music but changed their style for better recognition and are currently on their second tour.Maxwell laughs as he downs another shot, some guy he was sitting on saying something about his ass that almost makes him choke on the liquor in his mouth.
Just as Maxwell is getting comfortable, he feels something disgustingly hard pressing against his bottom, followed by the man below him rubbing his thighs. "Maxxyy~" The man slurs, "We should go back to my hotel."
Uhm, yuck. Even in Maxwell's drunken state, he was smart enough to get the fuck out of there, making up some excuse about how his 'boyfriend' would be mad if he wasn't home soon.
Sure, Maxwell was lying, but he had to lie a lot when he was on tour. Something he had learned after telling people he was a 'celebrity' one too many times last tour, and he sure as hell wasn't going to go back on that now.
But of course, he couldn't drive in his state and he wasn't about to pay for an uber. So, he had to call the last person who would be happy to see him right now.
Sure, his manager was paid to deal with all Maxwell's bullshit, but he still felt a bit guilty for being so bratty to them. And god, were they hot. The way they made his heart flutter just by simply writing something down or getting frustrated with weird fans.
But just as he gets a little lost in thought, they pick up, their annoyed voice making his heart skip a beat as he slurs an explanation, sighing with relief as they agree to come get him.
Maxwell sits outside of the bar, trying to get his horrible headache to go down just a bit, the alcohol still in his system doing little to make it feel better.
Just as he was about to get up to find some water, he sees the black record-owned van pull up, a grumpy figure stepping out.
"Heyyy~" He drawls, stumbling over to them, tightly gripping onto their arm as he reaches them, earning a small grunt from them.
"Aha, I thought you were gonna leave me here all alone, handsome." He hums, leaning against them, looking up at them through his ginger lashes. "You're so pretty~" He slurs, all of his common sense had clearly left his body the second he stepped onto that bar.
Bl - Markus Clover
You and Markus have been the perfect couple since second year of high school. Your relationship is the envy of everyone, even the teachers. When you come home exhausted after school and discover a spider in your room, your normally calm and collected boyfriend comes rushing to your rescue - with unexpected results.
Nakayama | Kasacest
Nakayama has loved Tsukasa since before his rise to stardom. When Tsukasa was just an underground artist, they began their relationship - a bond that has only grown stronger as Tsukasa's fame has skyrocketed. Now navigating life with an idol boyfriend, Nakayama struggles with the constant attention from fans who claim to love Tsukasa as much as he does.
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.
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