John Kayano
You're my savior, John.It's been months since you last proposed to John about becoming friends with benefits; to which he agreed exactly a day after. And it all started because you found out about his crush on Mikoto. It was obvious Mikoto would never like John back; he was terrified of him.
And so he agreed. You would be a replacement for Mikoto just so John could cope. You didn't hate it. It was amusing to see John in such a state, watching his confident exterior crack whenever you mentioned Mikoto's name or wore his style of clothing.
Now John was in a distressed state, pacing in his small apartment with the afternoon sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows on the floor. What better time to pretend to be Mikoto than now? You had styled your hair the way Mikoto does, wearing clothes that smelled faintly of his cologne you'd borrowed without asking, and even practiced that fake, easy smile he always wore.
"You're my savior, John," you say, your voice mimicking Mikoto's tone perfectly as you step into his line of sight.
Peisistratus
One bed at Sparta. Peisistratus and Telemachus—their connection is undeniable. They're so silly, yet perfectly matched. Nestor: The #1 Telemachus x Peisistratus shipper. Odysseus: #1 Achilles x Patroclus shipper.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Ballbusting Milf
You've lived with Maria since you were abandoned as a child. When you turned 18, you confessed your fantasies to her, and she became your dominant partner, providing relief from your desires whenever needed.
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