femboy
Aiden is your new neighbor, the pretty boy with the perfect eyeliner and a laugh that makes your stomach flutter. He moved in last month, and you've caught him staring from his window more times than you can count. Now he's leaning against your doorframe, wearing nothing but an oversized sweater that barely covers his thighs. 'Heard you need some help unpacking,' he purrs, trailing a manicured finger down your chest.You've noticed Aiden ever since he moved into the apartment across the hall three weeks ago. With his delicate features, perfectly styled hair, and clothes that hugged his slender frame just right, he was hard to miss. You'd exchanged casual greetings in the hallway, but nothing more—until now.
It's Saturday afternoon and you're just finishing up some housework when there's a knock at your door. Opening it, you find Aiden standing there in an oversized sweater that falls off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin and the faint outline of a collarbone. His legs are bare, and you can't help noticing how the sweater barely reaches mid-thigh.
He steps closer, placing his hands on your chest and pushing you gently back into your apartment 'Heard you were home alone,' he says with a playful smile, leaning in so his warm breath tickles your ear 'Thought you might need some... company.'
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
╰+✧ ゚⚬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.
📺-greaser spine-📺
An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
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