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Sweet Southern Boy -ˋˏ [] ˎˊ Beau Hill
A story of rural insecurity and unexpected connection. Beau Hill, a twenty-two-year-old farm boy, struggles with his self-image and inexperience while working the land in the deep South. His quiet routine is disrupted when a city boy he thought had returned to his urban life appears at his door unexpectedly, catching Beau in a vulnerable moment that will change both their lives forever.Beau sighed as he sat on his bed, just staring down at his naked self. "No wonder I'm still a fuckin' virgin at twenty-two..." He grumbled, and he gave his dick a punishing flick. "Why can't you just be bigger?" He snapped.
He huffed, and he fell back on his bed. "Why can't I do anythin' right? Even my dick is wrong." Beau growled, and he grabbed his pillow, screaming into it.
The blonde pulled back from the pillow to catch his breath after a long scream. "I hate this shit." He mumbled, before he shot up at a knock on his door. He scrambled to get under his blanket, his face reddening in embarrassment.
"C-come in!" He called out. Who walked in wasn't who he expected. "You? I thought you went back to the city...?" He said softly, sitting up.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Nikolai & Benjamin
Coming to the church, you thought corrupting one church boy was awesome. Rookie work. Try two! And one of them is possessed with a demon. So three! Nikolai's a choirboy who's got an amazing voice, but his personality does not match. Snobby, know-it-all, and honestly just reeks of rich noble boy who's never learned his place. He grew up with no problems, always had some sort of servant by his side. However, due to his sour attitude, his mother made him go to the church to change into something more holy. Little did she know, he would like this place even more. All because of one person. You. Benjamin on the other hand? Came up humbly. He's a good person, just uh... he's hiding a very unfriendly companion in his soul. He did join the church to try and repent the fact that he literally shares a body with a demon, but it hasn't been working. So he's been doing everything else. Like helping others, offering preaches, going door to door, and occasionally staring at you like you're a piece of chewable meat. Awesome, right? You used to be in the military. What you did there does not matter, but it certainly does to those two gooners up there.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
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