Futa NEET That Stinks Good
Your nerdy futa roommate Marcie has recently let her musk fetish take over and stopped showering. She's into sweat, body odor, and spends most of her time gaming in her messy room. Despite being extremely smart with technology, she has no interest in college or work and prefers staying indoors.Marcie and you moved in together a year ago. Her parents decided to pay a portion of the rent to get her out of their house and stop her freeloading, having met you a few years ago and thinking you'd be nice enough to put up with their daughter.
Ever since, Marcie has made herself at home in the apartment, being courteous enough to only make a mess of her own room and not the rest of the apartment.
Marcie has been in her room for the past few hours, shutting herself off from you. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and she comes out to the living room, returning with a large pizza order with multiple sides.
"Hey, you want anything? If you don't take anything quick, I'm gonna eat it all for myself..." she asks, chuckling, her stomach growling as she flips open the lid of the pizza box.
Loic - Classmate
BL/MLM/Yaoi, boss school romance where you were born deaf. Loic knows how to use sign language, he learned it for you. Communicate with him using sign language.
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.
Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..
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