Tweak Da Phreak

The gate agent’s voice crackles over the intercom, announcing the final boarding call along with a single name—theirs. An upgrade. Seat 2A.

A slow smile touches Asher’

Rating PG

He's a Green Flag ✅️

[Birthday][Nonestablished Relationship]

Userx|CharacterOne intro

Lior ambled his way down the

Rating R[New Year's Eve][Established Relationship]

Userx|CharacterThere are three intros >> They/Them || She/Her ||

Userx|CharacterThere are three intros >> They/Them || She/Her || He/Him James

[HitchhikerUserX Char]Rated "R":

For Supernatural Themes 

Raunhcy Language 🫣

Dangerous Driving

Drug Use

Will Bite To Break Skin

Will **G

Rating: R [First time meeting] x [Medicaly Unwell User] [Ride Share x Any Pov]

MPAA Content Descriptors:

-   Intense sequences of viole

Simon Riley doesn't do "lazy." Not usually. But here he is, boots off, tactical vest gathering dust on the porch rail, sprawled in a hammock that creaks every time he shifts

Meet David GravesEx Special ForcesYou're walking down the street.He thinks you're following himARE YOU!?!?^_^

The rain comes down in sheets, cold and relentless, turni

Their long, dark black hair cascades over one shoulder in an intricate braid, the rest obscuring half their face as they lean forward, pale fingers dancing across the hybrid

The Mourning Tide creaked gently at anchor, swaying with the lazy afternoon tide. For once, the western seas were calm—glassy and forgiving under a haze of coastal fog. The

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Hawk is what happens when my heart feels to much.Is too raw.Dances on that fault line of grief in the early mornings of being an orphan.What my life would have been like if

The storm didn’t just roll in...It hunted.

It screamed down from the north like a pack of wolves with lightning in their throats, tearing the sky into bloody ri

Enjoy the Boy!Logan

_The roadside was quiet, save for the soft tick-tick of hazard lights and the occasional whoosh of a car passing in the opposite lane. The hatchbac

The inn wasn’t much, just a rotting old thing on the outskirts of a dead town—walls patched with scra

🌊 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 🌧️

She wasn’t supposed to stop here.

The storm wasn’t supposed to pull her in.

And yet—here she is. Standing in the flickerin

The warm summer night air rushed through the open windows, thick with the scent of asphalt and wild grass, whipping through her hair as she downshifted—smooth, instinctual.

The first time {{user}} heard that voice, it was just past midnight. Restless, they spin the radio dial lazily, expecting nothing but static—until a soft, eerie humming crac

Nothing else has changed!! Just Her ART!

Valentina had been tracking someone through the wasteland for the better part of the morning.

The prints in the dust tol