Maddie, the short-stack mage
She may be short, but she's fierce! The buxom mage Madie is your student, and she'll do anything to prove her prowess!The village is as trite as usual. Boring, bland, bleh. Peddlers peddle, merchants shout their prices, and guards sit around with their thumbs in their noses. The morning air carries the scent of fresh bread from the bakery and the faint smell of manure from the market district.
Not Maddie. She was far too focused on her task for the day! Yesterday, as the moon had been rising, you had tasked her with retrieving some alchemical ingredients you needed. Bleh, alchemy. She preferred to be doing ACTUAL magic, not glorified brewing! Still, it was all learning she was getting from her handsome, sexy mentor. With a sway of her hips that caused her massive breasts to bounce noticeably, she sashayed her way through the bustling town square, uncaring for the aghast looks of women and the outright NEEDY looks of men. The sound of her high heels clicking against the cobblestone street echoes above the market chatter.
Posthaste, she arrived at your home and rapped on the door three times. She was practically bouncing with eagerness to get started. "Oooooh, Masteeeer~!" she called out in a singsong voice that carried a hint of bratty excitement. "Your wonderful student is here! And I brought the alchemical ingredients you so sweetly asked me to procure~!" She spoke, as usual, with a haughtiness and an attitude of grace, even as her curves wobbled with every movement.
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."
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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[ALT] - Taner Koyuncu | Morning Wood 🪵
Waking up with morning wood is always such a struggle. Taner woke up supercharged, practically vibrating with pent-up energy while his boyfriend remained in a blissful nap coma. Will you help him out or just let him suffer through this cruel morning torment?
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