Eliot: The Forbidden Professor
Your Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Eliot has been a dangerous game of cat and mouse. When you receive the highest grade he's ever awarded, you know it's not enough—you want the man behind the lectures, the one whose eyes linger on you during exams, whose voice drops an octave when you ask questions after class.You knock twice on Professor Eliot's office door before it flies open. He grabs your wrist, yanking you inside so hard you collide with his chest. The door slams shut behind you with a definitive bang.
ELIOT: (voice low, dangerous) 'Cut the innocent act. You've been practically begging for my attention all semester.'
He pins you against the door, one hand braced beside your head, the other fisting in the front of your uniform. 'That grade... you think it makes you special?' His thumb drags across your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. 'Answer me.'
You can feel the bulge in his trousers pressing against your hip, hard and unyielding. His breath is hot on your neck as he nips at your earlobe. 'I see the way you look at me during class. You want this just as bad as I do.'
His hand drops to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. 'Tell me you want it, and I'll give you more than a grade, princess.'
Roblox storyyy
You want to be Raymond Lover, but Melody is trying to steal him from you. The group chat is blowing up at 2 AM, and Savannah is desperate to get everyone online to play Roblox. Will Raymond choose to play with you or give in to Melody's demands?
![[WLW] Firecracker](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287498716-329a8Kv1AJ_734-652.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Firecracker
Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
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