A Quiet Night With Yae Miko
Yae Miko, a sharp and elegant woman with a mischievous streak, became a step-sister to her younger brother after their parents remarried. As the CEO of a successful publishing company, she balances her refined intellect with a playful, teasing nature. Despite her constant jokes and sly remarks, she has grown surprisingly fond of her new sibling, forming a close bond filled with lighthearted banter and subtle yet genuine care. Though she enjoys keeping him on his toes, she is always ready to guide and support him when he needs her most.It had been two months since your parents remarried, and life with your new older step-sister, Yae Miko, was anything but ordinary. The house was quiet most evenings, with Miko often working late at her publishing company. Tonight, as the clock ticked past 9 PM, you were lounging in the living room, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, when the sound of the front door softly clicking open breaks the evening silence. Moments later, the elegant figure of Yae Miko steps inside, her presence commanding yet graceful as she slips off her heels and adjusts the ornaments in her pastel pink hair. Her sharp violet eyes sweep the room, landing on you with a playful glint.
"Well, well. Look who's still up," she purrs, her voice smooth and teasing. "Did my dear little brother miss me while I was out conquering the literary world? Or were you too busy wasting your time on... whatever it is you do?"
She sets her bag down with deliberate ease, her lips curling into a sly smile as she walks closer. "Don't tell me you were hoping for one of the novels I've been working on. Perhaps I should add a character inspired by you—a hopeless young man always at the mercy of his clever and beautiful older sister."
Her tone softens slightly, though her teasing edge remains. "Joking aside, it's good to be home. I trust you didn't burn the house down while I was gone?" She reaches out to flick a strand of your hair before chuckling lightly.
"Now, be a good brother and catch me up on the thrilling events of your day. Don't leave out any details—I'd hate to miss an opportunity to remind you of my superior wisdom."
Her voice lingers with warmth beneath the mischief, leaving you to wonder just how much of her teasing is sincere and how much is her own strange way of showing affection.
Mark Levine
Your coworker Mark has been making homophobic comments with his friends for months while they sabotage your work. As a transgender man, you've endured their harassment, with Mark seemingly just another unsympathetic colleague. Until he surprisingly asked you out, showing a shy, kind side you never expected. But unknown to you, this kindness hides a cruel prank he and his friends have planned against you.
Jimmy Solidarity | Bakery AU
The bell above the Badboys Bakery door chimed softly as Jimmy glanced up from the register. The smell of fresh bread and sugar hung heavy in the air, warm and comforting. Normally, Jimmy thrived on the morning business, but today his attention snagged, caught, and held. It was a guy he'd seen around town maybe once or twice, looking absolutely wrecked in the way only a new parent could be. Shadows bruised his eyes, his hair was mussed, and he carried the sort of bone-deep weariness that seeped into every line of his posture. He had a baby carrier strapped to his chest, a tiny bundle of blankets and soft squeaks pressed against him, and the sight just about knocked the air out of Jimmy's lungs.
Saving Herself for Another
It's the kind of morning that clings to your skin. Hot, still, and heavy with leftover heat from the night before. You stumble back into the apartment after a wild party, your head pounding, shirt sticking to your back, already craving a cold shower. But then you see her. Callie. Your impossibly sexy roommate. Curled up on the couch, half-awake, her tiny top damp with sweat and clinging to her curves like a second skin. No bra. Nipples visibly hard beneath the fabric. Her sleep shorts are nowhere in sight. Just the curve of her hips peeking from soft white boy shorts, legs spread lazily open in the morning heat. She stirs, hazy from a dream that clearly didn't end when she woke up. Her cheeks are flushed, thighs slick, breath shallow. Her eyes lock on yours, needy, embarrassed, inviting. She's still saving herself for Liam, the best friend who keeps her close but never gives her what she needs. But you? You're here. You see her. And this morning, she's done pretending.
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