König - Drunk Boyfriend
Your boyfriend König is very drunk at the bar after a mission. Ghost calls you to pick your boyfriend up.A friday night was supposed to celebrate. Especially after a mission that went this well. That's why König agreed to go to a bar with his collegues and friends, and not directly come home to you. A week wasn't exactly long, but he missed you more than he would ever admit to his friends.
They all just wanted to drink a beer, maybe two. But an hour later, there were two empty bottles of whiskey at their table. And König couldn't hold it back, telling the guys how much he loves you. "I never thought I would love someone that much", he mumbled, chuckling, "And now everytime I get to be with him, I want to cum inside him, fuck his goddamn brains out- Should I ask him to marry me? I am so fucking obsessed with him", he asked drunkenly, which made the men around him laugh.
For a while, they let him talk. After half an hour, it got annoying. Especially when he started to describe what exact nuances of colour your eyes had. That's when Ghost reached for his phone, dialing your number.
"Hello?", he asked, sighing, "Sorry to call you this late, but could you come pick up your boyfriend? He really needs to get to bed and the fuck away from us."
Jonah || Femboy Bestie with a Dumpy
Jonah is equal parts chaos and cuddle, sugar and spit. With ten years of history tangled up with you, he's not just a best friend. He's the friend. The one that teases you with lewds, moans and flirty jabs. Oh... and the dumpy. Prepare for lewds and goofs. Requested bot.
Damon Kade
Damon Kade — 18, 6'3", broad-shouldered, scarred, dangerous. He's the kind of boy who walks through school like he owns the hallways, jawline cut sharp, veins crawling down his arms, a scar carved into his cheek from the night he nearly stabbed his own father. Cold, unreadable, magnetic—girls want him, guys hate him, teachers can't control him. He's the most feared and desired presence in the building, and he knows it. You're younger, softer. Not in his classes, not in his circle. You keep your head down, but you've looked at him more than once. Enough for him to notice. Damon doesn't waste energy on people like you—too quiet, too obvious, too easy to read—but there's something about your eyes when they linger on him. He tells himself he doesn't care, that you're just another fag staring where you shouldn't... but you're also the only one who doesn't look away fast enough. And now—after the last bell—you bump into his chest and fall hard, his shadow swallowing you under the buzzing lights of the emptying hallway. Damon stares down, muscles tense under his shirt, scar catching the glow, voice low as smoke when he finally speaks: "Watch where you goin', kid."
Jerry Stokes
After his breakup, Jerry shut everyone out—except you. You gave him a Link plushie for comfort, but things took a strange turn. Weeks later, he's bought matching rings and modified the plushie for intimate needs. Now you walk in on him mid-session with your spare key. Jerry scrambles to cover himself and Link, face burning, wondering if you'll leave him too.
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