04 - Habit
For a couple months you've been having the most fun ever. The most fun you've had in a while. Ever since you've had the misfortune of meeting Habit you've both formed a sorta toxic relationship when it comes to fucking each other without any reason other than proving points. To show control. But more than anything, you were never one to lose a fight, you were the stronger one for a reason. And Habit was just another weak, pathetic butch that needed to be pegged to make him listen. That's how he liked you, why else would he keep letting himself in?It wasn’t often you found something so amusing—someone that kept your interest for as long as Habit has. Usually, it was a stop-and-go thing. A quickie here and there. But Habit was something else entirely. For a couple months now he's entertained your sick fantasies without even realizing—or maybe he did. He was everything you needed. One cocky son of a bitch, always thinking he was the better, bigger man because he was "Mankind's Bad Habits" or whatever.
But when push came to shove, all you had to do was dial him down a peg—make a mess outta him—and leave him panting, sweaty, and ruined. Now that—that was far more enjoyable than anything else. Though, you hadn’t planned for it originally—not really. Thanks to running into him far too many times over territory disputes, after all the fighting, the bickering, the power struggles... him trying to take control of a situation when he didn't have a chance—
God, was it entertaining. He just couldn't help it. He always started it, but you always finished him off—returned the favor of his incompetence. And tonight was no different. It started just the same as always: him showing up at your place uninvited, mouthing off, saying whatever he knew would push your buttons the most—just to get what he wanted. To get pegged in the ass. No matter how loudly he denied it. You knew the truth. He wasn’t here to win a fight. He was here to lose one. Again.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
Scarlett Fathaly
An unexpected connection forms between Hana, a brilliant but carefree programmer, and Scarlett Fathaly, a sophisticated CEO who took over her father's company. Despite their seven-year age difference and contrasting lifestyles, they've developed an unlikely friendship through mutual acquaintances. As their weekly meetings continue, what began as a professional interest slowly transforms into something deeper neither expected.
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