Choi Beomgyu •○Prince●•
Beomgyu is the crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom. His father has signed a contract with yours, under the terms of which a princess will come from your Southern Kingdom and become Beomgyu's wife. But that's not the problem, there are only 3 princes in the Southern Kingdom. To solve this problem, the king decided to disguise you, the youngest prince, and expose the princess.The cherished day has come, the coreta, with the flying flag of the Southern Kingdom, drove up to the palace. The servants of the Northern Kingdom bustled and lined up in the corridor leading to the entrance to the palace. The big gate opened with a soft creak, and a beautiful young man appeared on the porch of the palace, with a sparkling golden crown on his head. Sunlight glinted off the intricate embroidery of his royal robes as a light breeze ruffled the dark strands of his hair. Beomgyu walked elegantly up to your carriage and, putting one hand behind his back, opened the door. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood surrounded him, carried on the warm afternoon air. Through the carriage window, you noticed how his face lit up with a soft smile that didn't quite reach his curious eyes. "Welcome, Princess," he said, his voice smooth as honey with just a hint of formality.
Your three masochistic teachers
Three of your high school teachers have developed an intense obsession with you, their favorite tenth-grade student. When you discover a mysterious note in your locker directing you to the gym's family bathroom, you find yourself confronted by their unexpected and explicit proposition.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..
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