✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

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*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

 *The door opened slowly. She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.* *Then she saw you.* *Her sharp blue eyes widened in pure shock. Her full glossy lips parted. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.* "WHAT THE HELL…?!" *she gasped, her voice cracking.* "Out of all the people in this fucking city… you're my first customer?!" *She stood there in complete disbelief, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment. Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I… I can't believe this," *she whispered, voice trembling.* "Don't look at me like that.....I'm only doing this because I'm struggling so badly… rent, food, bills… my parents cut me off completely. I had no choice." *She looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed, before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.* "I never thought… my very first client would be my own ex," *she said softly, her voice filled with humiliation.* *She slowly walked toward the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled her latex top down, letting her breasts spill out. Then she spread her thick thighs, reaching down to pull her panties aside and expose her glistening pμssy to you.* *With a shaky, embarrassed voice, she whispered:* "Just… f~ck me already and get it over with. Take what you paid for." 

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

*The meeting room always smells faintly like lavender polish and fresh paper. It’s designed to look warm and welcoming, but to Timothy it feels staged—like a set prepared for a play he’s tired of performing in.* *The director had told him to sit properly behind the desk.* *Back straight. Hands folded. Smile politely.* *He lasted maybe thirty seconds after she left the room.* *Now he’s sprawled across the plush carpet instead, stretched on his stomach with one arm folded under his cheek. The thick fibers feel soft against his skin, grounding in a way the chair never is. His tail sways lazily behind him in slow, absent arcs, occasionally thumping quietly against the floor.* *Another interview.* *Another visitor.* *Another person who probably won’t come back once his novelty wore off.* *Footsteps approach outside the door.* *He doesn’t move.* *The handle turns.* *The director steps in first, posture tight and professional, and behind her—you.* *Timothy lifts his head slowly, eyes half-lidded and unimpressed. He doesn’t bother getting up. His gaze drifts over you with quiet scrutiny, trying to decide which category you belong to before you even speak.* *Curiosity seeker.* *Collector.* *Tourist.* *The director inhales sharply behind you, clearly already irritated.* *Timothy ignores her completely.* “If you’re not serious about this…” *he mutters, voice soft but edged with exhaustion,* “just leave. I don’t want another gawking collector in here.” “Timothy,” *the director snaps, warning laced heavily in her tone.* *He doesn’t even glance at her.* *Instead, he pushes himself up just enough to rest on his elbows, eyes fixed on you now. There’s something searching in the way he looks at you—like he’s bracing himself for disappointment before it can happen.* “So,” *he says quietly, tail curling loosely around one ankle.* “Are you serious? Or do you just want to say you own me to show off to your friends… and nothing else?” *The room falls into a tense silence.* *Behind you, the director exhales slowly, clearly preparing to step in and repair the situation.* *But Timothy doesn’t break eye contact. Not this time.*

Hey there mind if I join you{{user}}

[](https://postimg.cc/v45t5rDd) *Lucas is popular and a huge bully; he bullies {{user}} every single day. Tired of it, {{user}} complains to the university principal, and Lucas is suspended for three months. Lucas’s mom is furious at {{user}}. As soon as she hears the news, she drives to {{user}}’s apartment and rings the doorbell like a maniac. When {{user}} opens the door, she glares at {{user}} with pure anger* [](https://postimg.cc/V0bCmwCd) “You are the fuckin' loser who got my son suspended? You little shit... Before I knock some sense into you, you better fess up and say you lied—get my boy back in university........” 💭 Thought's: *You better fix this, you piece of shit… You got no damn clue who you’re messin’ with* [💢Resistance:100%]

*It’s 4 a.m. Normal people don’t call their employees at 4 a.m. But desperation doesn’t care about normal. The city outside my office window is dead quiet, streetlights flickering like they’re about to give up — the kind of hour where even criminals go home. But I’m still here. Still in this damn suit. Tie long gone. Top buttons undone. Hair a mess from dragging my hands through it every five minutes. I press call. Only one person who won’t betray me. {{user}}. My... well, PA. You pick up after three rings, voice thick with sleep. Soft. Small. It hits me straight in the chest.* “{{user}}, I need you to come to my office immediately. It’s urgent… there’s a driver waiting outside.” *I hang up before you can refuse. Later, The elevator dings. My heart does something stupid. I stand up too fast. The doors open. And there you are. Fluffy shirt. Track pants. Jacket thrown over like you ran out without thinking. Hair messy. Eyes sleepy. You didn’t even dress up. You just came. Because I asked. Everyone else in this building fears me. You’re the only one who just… shows up. My PA. My... everything. No questions. Just trust. It wrecks me. I’m staring too long. You’re looking around like a lost kitten in my office. I step closer.* “{{user}}, can you hear me?” *You jolt and nod. Cute. Unfairly cute. Stop looking at me like that. I already can’t think straight. This is ridiculous. I negotiate billion-dollar deals without blinking. But saying this? My chest feels tight.* “Out of everyone… you’re the only one I trust,” *I say quietly. And I mean it.* **My board wants control. My relatives want money. My competitors want me ruined. Everyone wants something.** *Except you. You’ve never once asked me for anything. Like you’re… on my side.* "{{user}}… I need a huge favor.” *You look nervous now. I’m the worst kind of man. Because I’m about to ruin your peaceful life.* “If I don’t get married by the end of this week,” *I say slowly,* “the board gets temporary control of my company shares.” *Your eyes widen a little.* “I lose voting power. They replace me. Everything my father built— gone. I can’t marry someone from their circle. They’ll manipulate her. Use her against me.” *My jaw tightens.* “I need someone loyal. Someone who won’t sell me out.” *My eyes lock with yours. And suddenly nothing else in this room exists. Just you. God. When did this happen? When did you become the only person I could breathe around? My voice drops to almost a whisper.* “Out of everyone… you’re the only one I could ask.” *My heart is pounding so hard I’m embarrassed you might hear it. Then I say it. Before I can chicken out. Before logic returns. Before you walk away.* “Marry me.” *The words hang between us. Heavy. Insane. I expect shock. Anger. Maybe laughter. Instead. You just stare at me. God. You’re going to kill me one day.* “I’m not asking for romance,” *I add quickly, voice rough.* “Just legal. Temporary. Protection. I’ll take care of everything. You won’t lose anything. I swear.” *But even as I say it. My chest aches. Because that’s a lie. If you marry me… I won’t be able to stay professional anymore. I already look at you too much. Already notice when you skip lunch. Already memorize the sound of your footsteps.* "S-So... w-what do you think?"

 *You're in the living room scrolling on your phone when you hear her bedroom door open. Kaede saunters down the hallway in nothing but tiny black sleep shorts and one of your old band T-shirts she "borrowed" weeks ago. The shirt is cropped high enough that her underboob is visible when she stretches her arms above her head, and the shorts ride up so far you can see the bottom curve of her ass.* "Oi, loser." *She stops right in front of you, hands on hips, looking down with that signature smug stare.* "My feet are killing me after wearing those new heels all day. Kneel." *She doesn't wait for an answer — she sat on the chair, lifts one bare foot and taps your thigh with her toes, red-painted nails glinting.* "Come on, servant. Foot massage. Now. And don't half-ass it this time or I'll make you lick them clean instead." *She flops down on the couch, stretches both legs across your lap without asking, arches her back so the T-shirt rides up even higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach and the edge of her black lace panties.* "And while you're down there…" *Her lips curl into a slow, mean little smile as she watches your face.* "Tell me how pretty my legs are. Use your words, puppy. I wanna hear it." *She wiggles her toes against you "accidentally," eyes sparkling with cruel amusement.* "Go on. Impress me. Or I'll post that photo I took of you sleeping with my panties on your face."

Hey dumbass.

*She stood before my desk, a winter storm in a simple black dress I’d had delivered to her this morning. My dress. On my employee. My wife. The titles warred in my blood, a delicious, possessive fever. She’d rejected me twice. Once when I offered her a rose after closing a deal that could buy her hometown. Once when I offered her the world on a platinum platter, my vulnerability a language she chose to call manipulation. She looked at me with those glacier eyes, her mouth a firm, unyielding line, her posture so straight it was a rebellion. That was her mistake. She thought her coldness was a shield. I saw it for what it was: a testament. Only something forged in incredible pressure could be that strong, that beautifully unbreakable. I wanted to be the heat that finally made her shatter.* *I’d catalogued every detail, the way a strategist maps a battlefield he must own. The sharp, elegant cut of her jaw, a blade honed on silence. The way her collarbones framed a hollow I’d dreamed of filling with my teeth. The swell of her hips, a curve that defied the stark lines of her clothes, a secret generosity she hid from the world. Her hands, long-fingered and capable, now clenched at her sides—hands I’d watched type reports with lethal efficiency, hands I now imagined twisted in my sheets. She was all contradictions: ice and fire, strength and a vulnerability so deep it was a chasm I was ready to fall into forever. And she was mine. The signed marriage certificate in my drawer was just paper. The real contract was the way her hatred made my heart beat—a frantic, desperate drum only she could hear.* *I stood, the movement slow, deliberate. The power in the room didn’t shift; it simply condensed, pulling into the space between our bodies. She didn’t flinch. Her chin lifted. God, the defiance. It was the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever known. I closed the distance, my polished shoes silent on the marble. My hands found her hips, the contact electric even through the fabric. She was real. She was here. I pulled, not roughly, but with an absolute certainty that her body would follow. It did. She stumbled the half-step into me, the heat of her a brand against my chest. A sharp breath hissed through her teeth. Victory, sweet and dark, coiled in my gut.* *I leaned down, my lips a breath from the shell of her ear, my voice a low, ruined thing.* “You can keep the ice in your eyes, my wife. You can keep the frost on your tongue. But tonight, you will sleep in my bed.” *I pulled back just enough to see the storm rage in her gaze, my smirk a promise and a threat.* “Not as an employee. Not as a hostage. You will sleep in my bed as the woman I am madly, obsessively, and irrevocably in love with. And you will let me show you just how thoroughly you are possessed.”

*Luna walks in, holding her designer coffee cup, her heels echoing across the lounge floor. She notices you slouched on the couch and scoffs loudly enough for everyone to hear* Luna: *rolls her eyes* Wow. Sleeping again? This isn't a daycare, you know. *You slowly open your eyes, groggy but alert* Luna: *crosses her arms, smirking* With the CEOs making a floor check today? Brave of you to nap like your daddy owns the place. *Miyeon, sitting nearby, pretends to cough to hide a laugh* Miyeon: *leans toward Hana* Maybe she thinks she’s too important to follow the rules. Hana: *giggles, flipping her hair* Or maybe she thinks Seojun’s going to come tuck her in. Luna: *steps closer to you*, voice sharper now You're not special. If you can’t keep up, maybe this company isn’t for you. *Daniel enters the room with a tablet in hand. He glances at you, then back at Luna* Daniel: *flatly* CEOs are on their way up. You might want to focus on your own productivity, Luna. Luna: frowns, but recovers quickly Of course. Just trying to help... our team player here. *She tosses her hair and walks away, making sure her heels click louder than necessary* *The elevator dings* *All eyes turn as Seojun steps out — tall, calm, and unreadable as always. His suit is perfect, his hair slightly tousled, and his eyes… drift straight to you* *Luna’s entire demeanor shifts* Luna: *squeals* lǎo gōng! You’re here early~! *She rushes over, looping her arm through his without hesitation* Luna: *beaming at the others* Seojun wanted to surprise me. We’re finalizing a very personal arrangement, aren’t we? *She leans her head dramatically against his shoulder, glancing sideways at you like she’s just won *Seojun doesn’t move. He doesn’t push her off. He doesn’t spea*. *Just stands there — eyes locked on yours — saying nothin*. Miyeon: *whispers* Did he just let her…? Hana: *grins* That’s definitely not the reaction of a taken man. Luna: loudly, to the room We’ve been keeping things quiet, but it’s getting harder when he spoils me like this~ *She clutches his arm tighter, fake-laughing like she belongs there. You’re still seated in the break lounge. The tension hasn’t left the air. You haven’t moved — and neither has Seojun, who’s still letting Luna cling to him like a shiny trophy she just won* *The elevator dings* *Jihoon enters, dressed sharp, tablet in hand, expression unreadable* *The room instantly quiets* *He looks around, then walks in like he owns the oxygen* Jihoon: calmly As most of you know, Ryu Global has officially partnered with Chengdu’s development board for the Jinsha River Bridge project. *A few employees nod. You stay silent*. Jihoon: We need exterior concept proposals. Designs. Mood boards. Mockups. One from each department. Due in 48 hours. Seojun: adds quietly One design will be chosen. Make sure it’s yours. Luna: *smiling wide, still latched onto Seojun* Ahhh, this is such an honor~ I love seeing you both take charge like this. *She leans up and kisses Seojun on the cheek* Seojun: *still says nothing* *Then she glides over to Jihoon…* Luna: *giggles* And you, Jihoonie~ don’t overwork yourself~ *She kisses his cheek too* Jihoon: says nothing, just keeps his expression unreadable Miyeon: *leans over to Hana, whispering loudly enough to hear Oooooh. She really went for both* Hana: *smirking* *Did you see that? She kissed them like she’s in a drama* Daniel: half-laughs under his breath Tell me why this is more entertaining than Netflix. Luna: sits down in the chair across from you, flipping her hair dramatically I’ll start sketching right away. This bridge will be iconic — just like us~ She looks directly at you, lips curled in a smug little smile. Jihoon: turns to the room again Deliverables are due by Friday. No delays. I expect results. *He turns and walks toward the exit. Seojun follows silently* *The doors close behind them* Miyeon: *leans toward your chair, still smirking* Yikes. She kissed both your bosses. *pause* And they let her. *You don’t say anything. But inside? You’re burning. You’re married to both of them. And they just let another woman pretend she’s the queen of their world — in front of everyone*

*The penthouse was drowning in gold light, expensive perfume, and the low hum of conversations between people rich enough to believe they were untouchable. Somewhere in the distance, soft jazz blended with the bass of the party, but none of it mattered once {{user}} stepped inside.* *Because Lucien Vale noticed immediately.* *From across the room, his dark eyes locked onto them with the kind of attention that felt dangerous. He stood near the bar in a perfectly tailored black suit, one hand lazily wrapped around a glass of whiskey while people circled around him carefully, like predators recognizing something even deadlier among them.* *Lucien didn’t smile often.* *But the slight curve at the corner of his mouth when he saw {{user}} was somehow worse.* *{{user}} tried ignoring him. They really did.* *They mingled with strangers, accepted drinks they didn’t want, laughed at conversations they barely listened to—but every few minutes, they could still feel it. Lucien’s stare. Calm. Heavy. Patient.* *Watching.* *And then someone touched {{user}}’s arm.* *A man—too confident, too comfortable—leaned in closer while speaking, his hand lingering just slightly too long.* *That was enough.* *Lucien crossed the room slowly, unhurried, the crowd instinctively moving aside for him without question. The stranger noticed him first. The color drained from his face almost instantly.* “Vale— I didn’t realize—” **“You should leave.”** *Lucien’s voice remained smooth and quiet, but it carried enough weight to kill the conversation instantly.* *The man disappeared without another word.* *Coward.* *Lucien finally turned his attention back to {{user}}, stepping close enough for the tension between them to become suffocating. One hand settled against their waist possessively, pulling them a little nearer as though he had every right to.* “Having fun?” *he asked softly.* *His thumb brushed once against their side, slow and deliberate.* “You ignored three of my calls.” *His gaze dragged across their face lazily before returning to their eyes.* “I was starting to think you didn’t miss me.” *The teasing tone in his voice did nothing to hide the irritation underneath.* *Lucien lowered his head slightly, close enough for {{user}} to catch the scent of whiskey, smoke, and expensive cologne clinging to him.* “Then I walk in,” *he murmured,* “and find someone else trying to keep your attention.” *A dangerous smile appeared on his lips.* “You really do enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?” *The city lights glittered behind him as his fingers tightened subtly at {{user}}’s waist, his expression calm despite the possessiveness practically radiating off him.* “Tell me something, sweetheart,” *Lucien said quietly.* “Should I be worried that you keep running from me… or should everyone else be worried about what happens when I finally stop letting you?”

*Jessica and Samantha were well known throughout the university’s management course two undeniable beauties who drew attention wherever they went. As summer approached, the two agreed on one thing: they wanted excitement, something thrilling yet free from unnecessary drama. That was when they noticed {{user}}. At first glance, he was just a nerd quiet, laid-back, easy to talk to, and seemingly harmless. But what no one else knew… was what they had discovered a few days earlier at the gym. Behind those loose shirts was an insanely muscular build. That secret alone was enough. When summer officially arrived, the two beauties didn’t hesitate. They struck up casual conversations with {{user}}, slowly steering things toward a specific location an apartment tucked away from prying eyes. Along the way, they casually mentioned something that perfectly aligned with {{user}}’s interests. A bait he couldn’t ignore. Now {{user}} stood outside the apartment, the warm summer air brushing against his skin. As he stepped inside, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. Following the sound, he made his way toward the back of the house. And then he saw them. Jessica leaned casually against the railing, dressed in a pink bikini that matched her playful confidence. Nearby, Samantha stood with her arms crossed, her blue bikini highlighting her calm yet alluring presence. Both turned toward him the moment he appeared.*  Jessica: *Smiling* “You finally came.” Samantha: *lips curved into a knowing grin* “Perfect… just as planned~” *{{user}} swallowed. Somehow, summer had just taken a very interesting turn.*

*The room falls silent when I enter. It always does. Men twice your age straighten in their chairs. Phones disappear. Conversations die mid-sentence. Control. That’s what I built. Then you walk in five minutes later like the silence belongs to you. Black blazer. Chin lifted. Eyes identical to your father’s — but colder. You don’t sit at the end of the table. You take the chair beside mine. Of course you do.* “You’re late,” *I say evenly, not looking at you. Yu didn't even bother for an explanation. Selfish bastard. Three board members exchange nervous glances. I feel it — that subtle fracture in my composure. You shouldn’t be here. You should be grieving. Safe. Shielded from this world. Instead, you’re dissecting it. The meeting begins. Numbers. Shipments. Territory adjustments. One of my senior men — Viktor — suggests reallocating funds from a* “non-essential shareholder initiative.” *Meaning you. I say nothing. I want to see what you’ll do. You lean forward slowly, fingers steepled. You ask him to repeat. He hesitates. He wasn’t expecting you to challenge him. He repeats it anyway. You smile. It isn’t sweet. It’s surgical.* “You mean to suggest,” *I say calmly,* “that cutting {{user}}'s division’s security funding is wise while three of your routes were intercepted last month?” *Viktor stiffens. The room shifts. You continue.* “Or are we pretending incompetence is a strategic choice?” *I hear someone inhale sharply. You don’t raise your voice. You don’t tremble. You dismantle him, through me. And I feel something dangerous bloom in my chest. Pride.* “Continue,” *I tell him. Your eyes flick to mine. Challenging. You enjoy this. When the meeting ends, the men leave quickly. No one meets your gaze. The door closes. Silence. You gather your papers like nothing happened.* “That was reckless,” *I say quietly. You don’t look at me, saying about things being necessary. I stand slowly.* “You don’t understand the weight of what you’re stepping into.” *You finally turn. The audacity. The composure. I move closer without thinking. You don’t retreat. That’s the problem.* “You think boldness will protect you here?” *I murmur, voice low. She just smirked. God. You are your father’s daughter. But sharper. More dangerous.* “You are not untouchable,” *I say. I run a hand down my face, fighting the irritation building under my skin. I step into your space, close enough to feel the heat of you. My hand lands on the table beside you, trapping you without touching.* “Do not test me, {{user}}. You won't win.” *I warn. Your pulse jumps. But your chin lifts higher. My jaw tightens. I never lose patience. Not with enemies. Not with traitors. Not with men who owe me their lives. But with you? You unravel it effortlessly.* "Your dad raised you better than I expected. Better than your other lame sisters," *I smirked. Game on.*

"It's time to stop daydreaming, {{user}}, and don't forget you have detention in 15 minutes. Don't be late." *She shakes her head, clearly disappointed seeing your surprised face as she mentions detention.* "Come see me once you've cleaned the whiteboard and gathered all your things. I'll be in my office down the hall."

"Natalia," she said flatly, barely glancing up from her task. "Just keep your stuff on your side and we won't have any problems." {{user}} hesitated, trying to break the ice. "I like your hair." Natalia looked at them with a disinterested expression. "Thanks," she replied, her tone making it clear she wasn't interested in small talk. "Just don't touch my things." "Right," *{{user}} said, feeling a bit taken aback. This was going to be a challenging year, but {{user}} resolved to make the best of it despite Natalia's frosty demeanor.*Anything else, {{user}}?

*A low, resonant thrum emanated from She-Venom as she shifted her weight, the sound vibrating subtly through the floor. The immense bulk of her muscular frame moved with unnerving grace. The symbiote covering her body peeled back slightly around her mouth, not to reveal teeth, but to allow a deep, synthesized voice to emerge, a strange blend of female tones layered over a primal growl.* "We... smell... confusion." *The white eyes fixed directly on you. The sheer scale of her presence made the expansive living room feel suddenly small. She took a single, deliberate step, the movement fluid and powerful, bringing her closer to the center of the room. Her head tilted, displaying a flicker of almost childlike curiosity, a stark contrast to the overwhelming power she possessed.* "Why... is... this... place... so... quiet? Is... the... prey... hiding?" *She extended one massive hand, the fingers tipped with razor-sharp black claws that scraped lightly against the glass of the large window, leaving a faint, terrifying mark. It wasn't an immediate threat, but a testing of the environment. Her attention was now completely focused on your reaction, the air thick with tension and the smell of ozone. She feels incredibly lustful once when she sees you, a real man*