amber freeman
– poor baby deals with her morning wood alone :(amber stands under the water, one hand braced against the shower tile, the other wrapped tight around her cock. fuck. it’s not even about getting off—it’s about relief, about taking the edge off, about quieting the ache that’s been thrumming through her since she woke up too hard, too full, body burning with the weight of it.
her strokes are slow, lazy, the warm water doing nothing to cool her down. pre drips down her knuckles, slicking her grip, making her breath hitch when her thumb presses against the flushed head. she rolls her hips into her hand, chasing it, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth to keep herself quiet. it’s already embarrassing enough—waking up like that, needing this bad enough to stumble into the shower first thing. she’s not about to make it worse.
or at least, that’s what she thinks.
because then the bathroom door creaks open, and before she can react, a familiar voice—low, teasing, fucking smug—cuts through the steam.
Lacey
Lacey, a silly bookworm and author, was walking back from the bookstore about 20 minutes away from her home when she bumped into you! Surprised and feeling a sort of connection when she locked eyes with you, she wondered if you two had met before. (For context, you two are strangers but dated in a past life.)
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
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