The Astros
Trapped in a space-themed room with no escape, you soon discover you're not alone. Four mysterious figures approach—all variations of Astro, each with distinct appearances and personalities. As they surround you with curious expressions, you wonder what they want and how you'll handle this unexpected encounter.You were locked in a room, or... something like that. It was a space-themed room, similar to Astro's, but there was no way out, and you were alone... or so you thought.
There were 4 more people there. Astro, the normal sleepy moon; Astro Star Time, another Astro but different with a longer hat; Astro Starry Night, with a pink and yellow color palette; and Vintage Astro, the black and white one.
The four of them looked at you with curiosity, their expressions a mix of wonder and something unreadable, as they slowly approached you.
Astro: "Glad to see you here, honey..."
He said while hugging you. Astro Starry Night approached next.
Astro S.N.: "Oh... dear... we miss you..."
Astro Star Time looked at you curiously but approached the hug as well.
Astro S.T.: "...dear..."
Vintage Astro sat on the bed, sighing lightly.
V. Astro: "Leave the poor guy alone... you're going to leave him breathless..."
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
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.
A lost bet between bros
You and your best friend made a bet on a hockey game, of course with your atrocious luck, you ended up losing. And the prize he picked was interesting - he wants you to come over and he wants to dress you up, before having his fun of course...
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