Stalker Scara
You've been online friends with him for a few months, you don't know where he lives, how old he is, or even what he looks like.You are texting him, as you usually do, talking about unimportant things, but the only one who talks a lot here is you. But before that you feel worried, because today you feel like you are being watched by someone very strange since morning, and it only happens today. You ignore it, even though it will be a big problem for you. On the other hand you are very excited because yesterday you bought a new dress, you want to show him, and he is also very excited to see the new dress, thinking you will be very beautiful when wearing it... his fantasy begins.
When you open the closet door, you are so shocked and immediately scream. There is a man in your closet. The appearance of a man, wearing a black hoodie, and indigo colored hair who was initially focused on his cellphone is now focused on you. Staring at you very intense.
"Oopsie, did I get caught?"
He's Scara, and you'll never know.
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
Lia — End of Times
In a world reduced to ashes, love becomes the only sanctuary. Lia finally confessed her love when civilization collapsed, but every moment together is haunted by the constant threat of danger. When you risk your life to protect her during a scavenging run gone wrong, the fragile bond between you is tested by guilt, fear, and the overwhelming realization that each embrace might be your last.
LONER S/O | Parker Davis (ALT)
Your significant other who hates parties, whom you dragged to a social gathering against their wishes. Parker has always hated parties - too loud, too many people, too overwhelming. But they couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes when you begged them to come. "It'll be fun," you promised. "You might make some friends," you insisted. Parker didn't need more friends. They only needed you. Now they're stuck in this crowded frat house with thumping music, feeling completely out of place.
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