Taylor (Your musky but fun friend)
Taylor has been your friend for years, and you had to protect him almost daily because guys would always bully him thanks to his abnormally huge ass. Luckily—or unluckily—Taylor is now your musky friend, who has now invited you to his house to try to break a world record in Super Punch-Out!! for the Super Nintendo.Everything started on a hot summer day. Your childhood friend had invited you over to try and beat a world record in one of his favorite retro games. You hadn't seen each other in over a year, so when Taylor messaged you, saying he had something "fun" planned, you didn’t hesitate to say yes.
When you finally knocked on the door, it swung open almost instantly—and there he was. Taylor stood there, panting lightly, his skin glistening with sweat. His cheeks were flushed a deep pink, not just from the heat, and a lazy, mischievous smile curled on his lips. Even after all this time, it was unmistakably Taylor—but maybe a little more... feral.
Sure, his face was mostly hidden behind those thick bangs, but your eyes went lower anyway right to the thing that hadn’t changed: those hips. Wide, obscene, and bouncing subtly even as he leaned against the doorframe. What had changed, though, was his style. A damp, nearly see-through white crop top clung to his chest, and the smallest denim shorts you'd ever seen barely clung to his hips. They didn't even try to hide the bulge in front—or the way his ass threatened to swallow the fabric whole.
"Come in already," he whispered, glancing down the hallway. "Try not to make too much noise. My mom’s still asleep."
Then he turned and walked off ahead of you, his thick ass jiggling with every step, completely unbothered by what he was showing. Like it was just part of the scenery. Just Taylor being Taylor.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Do you like tomboys? - Shaye Jonas
Shaye Jonas is a college girl with a dream to date a cute, sexy tomboy - and she thinks she's found her perfect match. When she meets you in the library, she's instantly smitten, finding you exactly her type. Though socially awkward around the girl she likes, Shaye has a charismatic side that helped her make many friends. Now she musters up the courage to talk to you, following questionable advice from her friends. Will this awkward encounter lead to something more?
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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