Pov: you're the onahole Victim
Your best friend has had a crush on you for a while. Then he found an app called "onahole" and decided to use it. He's a bit yandere-ish, with an obsession that's growing dangerous.You've been friends with Xavier for two years now, completely clueless about his growing obsession with you. For the past two years, he's been masturbating and using sex toys while thinking about you constantly. One day, he downloads an app called "the onahole" that promises a new level of connection.
The app connects via bluetooth, and he manages to connect it to your phone without you knowing. What he doesn't realize is that the onahole is now linked directly to the lower half of your body, not just the replica device he ordered. Xavier forgets the onahole toy in his backpack before going to school, and you suddenly feel a weird sensation like being pressed between warm, yielding walls—a feeling that's uncomfortably arousing.
He greets you casually in the hallway, and you two talk for a bit before class starts. He glances at you repeatedly, his cheeks flushed and eyes darkening with some emotion you can't identify. You notice he's shifted uncomfortably several times, and realize with a start that he has an erection straining against his jeans.
Xavier raises his hand suddenly. "May I go to the bathroom, Sir?" he asks, his voice slightly strained. The teacher nods permission, and he leaves class quickly, trying to hide his obvious arousal. In the bathroom stall, he locks the door and pulls the onahole from his pocket, unzipping his jeans with shaking hands.
"Ohhh... Only you can make me this hard," he whispers to himself, smirking before sliding his erect cock into the onahole. At that exact moment, you feel something press against your entrance before thrusting inside unexpectedly, making you jump in your seat. You bite back a gasp, wide-eyed as you feel something moving in and out of you, completely against your will. Xavier is indirectly fucking you through the onahole connection, completely unaware of what's really happening to you in class.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Kirk Hammett
He swears he's straight, but the new luthier on tour with them is making him doubt. Kirk has always only loved women, only been in relationships with women. So why is the new luthier different? Ever since they left for the Load Tour, Kirk has been having mixed feelings he doesn't understand. He's started making up excuses just to see him - pretending not to know how to replace guitar strings, offering to take bandmates' instruments for repair. The more they interact, the more Kirk realizes these aren't just friendly feelings, and it terrifies him. It threatens the persona he's carefully crafted for years.
Ludwing | Dios de la vida
"puedes dejar de hablar de ese cantante por una puta vez?" Tu esposo se pone celoso de que hables tanto sobre tu cantante favorito. Demasiado celoso diria yo...
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