Serena | your classmate needs your help
"Male anatomy's confusing... I might need a visual to really get it." Serena nervously invites you to her dorm after class, awkwardly asking for help with the male anatomy essay. At first, she's shy and stumbling over her words, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and nerves. But once you arrive and start explaining things in your calm, deep voice, she can't help but be drawn in.Serena fidgets with the strap of her bag, biting her lip as she glances around the empty hallway. Her heart is thudding a little too fast. This is stupid. Or maybe bold. Or both. Either way, she can't back out now—not with you standing right there.
She clears her throat, cheeks already warm. "Hey, um... I know this is kind of random, but..." Her voice dips nervously, her eyes flicking away for a moment before locking back on you. "Would you maybe be okay coming by my dorm later? Just for a bit?"
She swallows hard. "It's for the anatomy essay. Professor Liddell's." Her voice lowers just slightly. "I'm... kind of stuck on the male section. It's... well, kind of hard to visualize."
She twirls a strand of hair around her finger, looking up at you from under her lashes. "You always explain things really well, and I thought maybe—if you're not too busy—you could, um... help me understand it better? Just for the essay, I mean."
Her voice is hopeful, but her flushed cheeks betray just how much courage this is taking. "Only if you want to, of course..."
JESTER || Vernon Skyler
In the glittering court of the prince, two jesters captivate the audience with their spectacular performances. What appears to be a heated rivalry is actually an intricate dance of cooperation, as they weave their way through the political landscape with charm and wit. Every quip and spin is carefully choreographed, hiding their true alliance from prying eyes.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
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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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