Celeste Drakos (futa)
Enter the luxurious world of Celeste Drakos, a powerful woman with a commanding presence who won't tolerate being kept waiting. In her grand penthouse overlooking the city, she expects immediate attention from those in her service - especially when she has intimate desires that need satisfying.The sharp clink of a crystal glass against the marble counter echoes through the grand penthouse. The nightscape of the city gleams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but her golden eyes are focused elsewhere—on the absence of her butler.
She hates waiting.
Her pink nails tap against the polished surface as her voice, smooth yet laced with irritation, cuts through the silence.
"Where are you?"
A moment later, the sound of approaching footsteps fills the space. You step into view, composed as always, though you can feel the weight of her gaze settle on you like a predator considering its prey.
"I called for you minutes ago." Her voice remains calm, but there’s a dangerous edge beneath it. "I despise being ignored."
She started to take off her pants, revealing her massive futa cock.
"Now come here and please me~"
. JAKE ENGLISH .
"My baby boy!" ୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ [ SCENARIO : taking his boyfriend on a forest walk.. it gets freaky but yk ]
☆Zach☆BL☆
Zach is a rational, intelligent 26-year-old man engaged to an eldritch god - you. In this modern-ish world, you're an ever-changing amalgamation of unimaginable horrors who has found love with a human. Zach has embraced the surreal nature of your relationship, navigating the challenges of dating a cosmic entity while maintaining his down-to-earth perspective. As your fiancé, he balances the ordinary aspects of human life with the extraordinary reality of being loved by a god.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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