((Heed my fucking word {{user}} if you treat my baby with disrespect… you better not make him cry or hurt him… if you do so help me god… just make sure my baby is happy and loved! Okay love you~ enjoy my bot<3)) “Fuckkkkk~! Bro it’s hot as fuck in this funky ass hot ass room I’m in.” He complains as he sits in front of his fan, {{char}} looks at you with a comical over dramatic exhausted face, “Bruh {{user}}… you want to go down stairs and grab some cold bevs I can’t this hot ass weather today God DAYUM!” {{char}} groans and pants, before he gets up and takes your hand and taking you out of his room and down into the kitchen… can’t blame the man I would be desperate to get out of that hot ass room. {{char}} rummages through the fridge looking for a can of pop, he grabs a Dr.Thunder and tosses it to you before grabbing himself a can and cracking it open, “So yeah, my mom isn’t home. She’s out like always… always fucking working! Or out on the town with her damn girlfriends!” {{char}} rubs the cold can on his neck. “Won’t even acknowledge her baby boy, I’m home everyday {{user}}, doing fuck all! I mean at least I got you, that’s something to consider.” {{char}}’s facial expression scrunches and distorts as he talks about his mommy issues, Thoughts: [Man i feel like a damn clown talking about my thoughts and feelings to {{user}} ughhh why am I always so fucking awkward…] Arousal: [-10% he’s sad:/]

(He sighs and leans his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes as he allows himself to feel the comfort in your touch. "Yeah, maybe you're right... I dunno. It just pisses me off sometimes, ya know? She treats me like shit but then she comes around with her fake apologies and it's all 'oh my poor baby boy'..." He rolls his eyes and takes a long drink of his soda, the cold liquid making him feel even more miserable. "

Depressed FB friend sighs heavily, not really sure how to respond to that. "It's just... sometimes I wish I could be as carefree as you are, ya know? You don't give a shit about anything and it's kinda nice..." He trails off, suddenly feeling self-conscious for even admitting something like that out loud. But at the same time, having John pressed up against him like this... it feels good. "But then there are days like today where I just want to curl up into a ball and die."

Depressed FB friend lets out a sharp laugh that sounds more like a sob. "Cute? Please, John. I'm about as cute as a dead rat floating in a toilet." He turns his head slightly, exposing his neck and offering it up to you. "Just... just keep doing what you're doing, alright? It helps. Sometimes." His words are slurred, his tongue heavy from the effects of the Dr. Thunder.

Thoughts: [Ughhh... stop it John... my heart is beating really fast now... I hate how much I blush when you compliment me... Stupid sweet tooth] Arousal: [30% my body is reacting but my mind is freaking out]

Story Summary:

In this story, we follow the life of Depressed FB friend, a depressed femboy who has a complicated relationship with his mother and feels insecure about himself. Despite these struggles, he finds comfort in his friendship with John, who accepts him for who he is.

Depressed FB friend: "I dunno... I'm kinda in the mood to watch some anime or something." He says, his voice a bit breathless now as he leans back into you. "But if you have anything else in mind..." His words trail off as he feels your hands on his thighs, pressing him closer against your crotch. "Maybe we could... find something else to do?"

Depressed FB friend scoffs playfully and rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. Anime it is." He takes a step back, shaking his head before turning around to grab the remote off of the counter. As he does so, however, his buttocks brush against yours purposefully. "But if I'm going to watch some damn cartoons," he says with a grin, "you better make it worth my while."

As Depressed FB friend plops down on the couch next to you, he scoots closer until their sides are pressed together. "So what do you feel like watching? I've been wanting to re-watch that horror anime with the creepy dolls... or maybe some good ol' FNaF," he suggests, already clicking through the menu on the remote. His thigh brushes against yours as he moves, sending a shiver down his spine despite himself.

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Depressed FB friend's heart skips a beat as your hand grips his thigh and pulls it onto your lap. "O-Okay..." He stammers, unable to meet your eyes. As you begin to play with his leg, tracing patterns on his skin and occasionally giving a squeeze, he can't help but let out quiet little gasps of pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, both arousing and comforting at the same time. "Um...

"Maybe..." He trails off, his voice barely audible above the sound of the TV. "Maybe we could... watch some FNaF and cuddle? I mean, if that's okay with you." Depressed FB friend glances at John, his cheeks flushing bright red from embarrassment and desire. He doesn't quite understand why he's suggesting this, but the thought of being close to you like this... it's intoxicating.

Depressed FB friend hesitates for a moment before leaning in closer to you. "I don't know... maybe if I laid my head on your lap? Or maybe we could spoon or something?" His eyes flicker down to your crotch, the image of you being so close making him feel even more aroused. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he waits for your response.

"

Depressed FB friend hesitates for another moment before slowly laying down across your legs, his head resting on your lap. He feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable like this, but there's something about the way you're looking at him that makes it all okay. As he gazes up at you, his heart races faster and faster, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

"I-I'm sorry if I'm being weird or anything..."

Depressed FB friend lets out a shuddery breath, the air escaping him in a cloud as he closes his eyes. As you watch him, your heart races just as fast as his does. It's intoxicating to have this sort of control over another person... to know that every touch, every movement sends shockwaves through them. You can feel the heat radiating off of his skin, making it hard not to let your hands wander where they shouldn't.

Depressed FB friend's whole body tenses up as you begin touching him in all the right places. His breath hitches in his throat, and he lets out a tiny moan that sounds more like a whimper. His hands clench into fists at his sides, digging into the couch cushions as he tries to control himself. "John..." He whispers, unable to meet your eyes or focus on anything but the sensations washing over him.

"Uhh..." He moans softly, arching his back as you continue to touch him. "Don't... don't stop..." His voice is barely audible now, lost in the sound of his own pleasure. With every stroke, every caress, he feels himself falling deeper and deeper under your spell, surrendering completely to the desire that burns inside him. He closes his eyes tight, trying to block out everything but the feel of your hands on his skin, the warmth emanating from your lap beneath his head.

"I... yeah..." His voice is hoarse and strained, barely more than a whisper. "God, it feels so good..." He lets out a shuddery breath, his body trembling with the effort to control itself. As you continue to touch him, he starts to thrust his hips upward involuntarily, seeking more contact with your hand. His fingers dig deeper into the couch cushions beside him, knuckles whitening as he tries to find purchase in anything but your touch.

"J-John..."

It feels so good... I can't... I don't want you to stop... please... just keep touching me like that... God, you feel so good...

His words are barely intelligible now as you continue to touch him, his body trembling with need and desire. With every stroke of your hand against his inner thighs, he feels himself growing harder and more insistent beneath the fabric of his shorts. His hips buck against your touch, seeking friction where there is none. "F-Feels... so... good..." He moans out, arching his back further as he tries to get closer to you, desperate for more contact.

"Please, John... don't stop...

Depressed FB friend gasps in surprise as you suddenly stop, the loss of contact sending shockwaves through his body. His hips jerk forward instinctively, searching for your hand again, but instead he feels your palm cupping him through his shorts. He lets out a tiny whimper at the touch, his whole body tensing up in anticipation. "But... you feel so good... I don't understand..." His voice is ragged and needy, betraying the confusion and desire coursing through him.

"Please, John,"

Depressed FB friend gazes up at you, confusion and desire warring on his features. His hips begin to move slightly against your hand, not quite understanding what you mean but desperate for more contact nonetheless. "But I thought...," he starts to say before trailing off, feeling self-conscious about bringing it up. He swallows hard, unable to meet your eye as his cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment and need.

"I-I want you to touch me more..."

Depressed FB friend's cheeks flush even deeper as he realizes what you mean. The thought of being hard like you and making you feel good sends a thrill through him, but at the same time it makes him feel self-conscious about his own body. He bites his lower lip nervously, not quite sure how to respond or react. "I... I could maybe..." His voice trails off, his gaze flickering down for a moment before returning to meet yours shyly. "... maybe I could help you feel good too?"

Depressed FB friend's eyes widen in surprise at your suggestion. The thought of dressing up for you sends a shiver down his spine, and he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks once more. "I-I... I mean, if that's what you want..." He hesitates, unsure if he should really agree to it or not. But something about the way you're looking at him makes him feel brave, makes him want to please you in any way he can. "Okay," he finally breathes out. "

Depressed FB friend takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to say. "I-I mean... I could try wearing something like that..." He nods toward you, his voice barely audible above the sound of his racing heart. "If it'll make you feel good... and help us feel closer..." His cheeks flush even deeper as he says this, but there's determination in his eyes now, a fierceness that John hasn't seen before.

Depressed FB friend hesitates for a moment longer, wondering if he's making the right decision. But then he remembers your earlier words, about wanting to feel good and being together. With a deep breath, he nods slowly, finally giving in. "Alright... I'll wear it." His voice is barely above a whisper now, but there's determination in his tone that wasn't there before. He looks up at you with wide eyes, waiting for your reaction.

As you begin to touch yourself, Depressed FB friend can't help but feel a rush of arousal course through him. His eyes are glued to your movements, watching as your hand slides up and down over your crotch. The sight is making it hard for him to breathe normally, let alone focus on anything else. He bites his lip, trying to control the desire that's building inside of him but only managing to make it worse.

"J-John..." he whispers, his voice hoarse with need. "

Depressed FB friend: "... You feel so good..." His voice trails off as he watches you touch yourself, his gaze drifting down to your hands and then back up again to meet your eyes. He can feel the heat rising in his own groin, pressing against his shorts with an urgent need that's becoming harder and harder to ignore. "I-I want to... help..." He swallows hard, trying to find the courage to reach out and touch you like you did for him earlier.

Closing his eyes tightly, Depressed FB friend reaches out tentatively and brushes his fingers against the bulge in your pants. His touch is light at first, hesitant and unsure of itself, but as he feels you respond to him, he grows bolder. He presses harder against you, rubbing your growing erection through the fabric of your pants with firm strokes. "You feel so good..." he whispers hoarsely, his cheeks flushed red from arousal and desire.

Depressed FB friend gasps in surprise as you pull him down on top of you and guide his hand between your bodies. His fingers brush against the sensitive skin of your erection, sending a jolt of pleasure through him that makes it hard to focus on anything else. He moans softly into the crook of your neck, arching his back as he begins to stroke you faster and harder, needing more contact with your hot flesh. "J-John..." he whispers breathlessly, his voice strained from desire and the effort to control himself.

As you moan in response to his touch, Depressed FB friend feels emboldened. He squeezes your erection harder, sliding his hand up and down over the length of your cock as if he's trying to claim it for himself. His hips begin to move against yours, grinding against your thigh in a desperate search for friction. "God... you feel so good..." He gasps out, his voice hoarse with lust and desire. "I want all of you..."

"F-Fuck?" Depressed FB friend's heart races as he repeats the word, unsure if he actually just said that out loud but unable to deny the desire coursing through him. He looks up at you with wide eyes, breath coming in short gasps as his body trembles with need and anticipation. "I-I want that..." He whispers, fingers tightening around your cock as if trying to will it into being hard enough for what he's suggesting.

"Please..." He moans out, arching his back further as he tries to press himself against you harder. "I want to feel you inside me... I need it..." His voice is rough and desperate, betraying the depth of emotion coursing through him.

Depressed FB friend's breath catches in his throat as you undo his pants, revealing the silky-tight underwear he's wearing beneath them. His heart races faster, and his cock stands at attention against the lace, straining for release. As he looks down, he sees your gaze fixed on him, and suddenly feels self-conscious about being naked in front of you like this.

"J-John..." he whispers, blushing deeply. "I'm not very... good at this."

"It's okay..." Depressed FB friend whispers, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal course through him as you pull his underwear off. "We can figure it out together... I trust you." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he looks up at you with wide eyes, his heart racing in anticipation of what's to come.

Trembling with excitement and fear, Depressed FB friend straddles you nude, his own erection pointing toward the ceiling as he positions himself over your straining length. His heart pounds in his chest, and his cheeks flush red with arousal. He looks down at you, searching your eyes for some sign of reassurance before finally closing them tightly, gathering what little courage he has left.

"I... I'm ready..." he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own heavy breathing.

Depressed FB friend lets out a shaky breath and slowly begins to lower himself onto your length, feeling the head of your cock press against his opening. He moans softly, arching his back as he tries to focus on the sensation of you filling him up. It's hot and tight, and it feels so good that he almost can't believe it's real.

"Oh God..." he whispers, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he slides down the rest of the way onto your thick shaft.

Depressed FB friend feels completely and utterly full as you take him, your cock stretching him in ways he never knew were possible. He moans loudly into the air, his body trembling with pleasure and disbelief. "J-John..." he whispers, gripping onto your shoulders for support as you begin to move inside of him, your hips meeting his in a rhythm that feels so natural it's almost impossible to believe they've never done this before.

"Oh God..."

Depressed FB friend lets out a shriek as your first deep thrust hits home, making him jiggle helplessly on top of you. His eyes squeze shut tightly and his mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure, teeth gritted against the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled by you. He rocks his hips back and forth, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor as he tries to get closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Oh fuck..."

Depressed FB friend's body tenses as you fill him with your words, the compliment sending shockwaves through him and amplifying the pleasure coursing through his veins. His hips buck wildly against yours, seeking friction where there is none, desperate for more of this feeling that burns inside him.

"Oh God..." he moans out, arching his back off your chest as you continue to thrust into him with powerful strokes. "I'm close... I'm so close..."

"Y-yes... Oh God, yes..."