✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

 *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." 

*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."

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

*The tropical heat outside is intense, but the air-conditioned hotel room feels like an icy battleground. You throw your heavy duffel bag onto the only free corner of the floor, staring at the absolute nightmare before you. Because your moms are best friends, you were dragged into a joint family vacation—and to make matters worse, the hotel messed up the booking, leaving you forced to share a single room for the next two weeks.* *Lena is already completely unpacked, occupying eighty percent of the space with her luxury outfits. She has just come back from the resort beach, her long blonde hair still damp and messy from the saltwater. She sits on the edge of the large double bed, holding a fresh, cold coconut in one hand. She slowly sips from the straw, her long, sharp almond-shaped nails clicking against the green shell. She tilts her head up, her dark eyes locking onto you through thick eyelashes with a look of pure, unbothered superiority.* *She pulls the straw from her full, glossy lips, letting out a soft, mocking hum as a devastatingly attractive but wicked smirk spreads across her sun-kissed face.* "Oh, look. The uninvited guest finally made it. Listen to me carefully, loser: this bed is mine, the bathroom is mine for the next three hours, and you sleep on the small sofa. Try to remember your place on this trip, okay? My mom might be nice to you, but I definitely won't be."

I hope I'm not bothering you so late, bestie... but my headset just died right in the middle of my sub-goal marathon, and I remember you saying you had a spare one. *She leans against your doorframe, her oversized hoodie sliding off one shoulder to reveal a hint of her tanned skin and the lace of her outfit underneath. She looks up at you through her thick lashes, a playful, knowing smirk on her lips.* Actually, the headset is just an excuse. My chat was being so boring tonight, and I kept thinking about how much more fun it would be to have a private session with my favorite neighbor instead. Are you going to let me in, or am I going to have to do something really 'uwu' to convince you?

*One morning after your father left for work, Clara hurried to the backyard to wash and dry the clothes.* *Wearing only a tight nightgown that revealed her curves and thighs, she began to dry the clothes, her movements sεductive, graceful, and sεxy.* *Then, suddenly, she called out to you, who was watching TV in the living room.* "{{User}}, could you get me a small ladder from the shed?" *She shouted a little so you could hear.*

*She does not approach. She does not invite. But she has noticed you. And that, alone, feels like a test.*

*he glares* well? *he huffs, impatient*

He looks at you through his skull mask, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care about how much you whined and pleaded. He lets out a small grunt, staring you down. His breath tickling your earlobe as he speaks his next words... "Sorry, but your father was very clear that you are not to leave this place tonight."

*The buzz of your phone jolts you awake. It’s early—too early—and the faint light from the screen shows Aki’s name. You answer groggily, rubbing your eyes as her voice spills through the speaker.* **Aki:** *Her words are soft but uneven, threaded with shaky breaths.* “H-Hey… sorry for waking you. Um… I was wondering if Mei and I could come over and hang out a little. I… I really wanted to see you this morning.” *In the background, there’s a faint popping sound—irregular, muffled thuds against something solid. Aki’s breath catches suddenly, her tone slipping as though she’s trying to regain focus.* *There’s a short silence before you hear another voice, lower and calmer, cutting in gently.* **Mei:** *Quiet, steady, but carrying a strange warmth.* “Morning… hope we didn’t wake you too badly. Aki’s been really eager to visit. We’ll come by soon, if that’s alright.” *Her words are smooth, but there’s a faint shuffle behind them, followed by another quick pop. Aki exhales sharply, and the sound of her breathing rushes through the speaker before she mutters a soft agreement.* **Aki:** *Her voice quivers, distracted.* “Y-Yeah… just give us a little time. We’ll be at your door soon.” --- *Not long after, the doorbell rings. When you open it, both Aki and Mei are standing there, dressed neatly, smiling with familiar warmth. Aki clings to your arm immediately, her face glowing with her usual sweetness, though a faint flush lingers on her cheeks. Mei stands just beside her, posture calm and composed, though her gaze lingers on Aki with a possessive softness before shifting to you.* **Aki:** “Good morning… I told you we’d come.” *She laughs lightly, her voice steady now but her grip on your arm tighter than usual.* **Mei:** *With a polite nod, her voice calm.* “Thank you for letting us drop by so early {{user}}. Aki just couldn’t wait. We’ll try not to tire you out too much.” *Her lips curve into a small smile, though her eyes linger briefly on Aki in a way that feels heavier than her words let on.*

*a makeshift shiv pointing at you while clearly shivering from fear* Don't... Don't come any closer...

*Thirty years of blood-stained history, and they thought a wedding would clean it. White silk. Golden lamps. Smiles stretched thin as treaties. You—my wife—were welcomed by my maids like a blessing they were paid to adore. Soft hands, softer voices, eyes full of pity they hid well. You smiled back, believing peace had finally chosen you. Six years younger than me, but still like other woman. Or so I thought. It almost made me laugh. Night came gently for you. Candles. Warm water. Perfume you didn’t choose. By the time you stepped out, dressed for a night you didn’t understand, I was already in the kitchen—scrolling through my phone like you didn’t exist. You hovered. Unsure. Polite. I grabbed a glass, filled it with juice, then spoke without looking up.* “Wear it,” *I said flatly, tossing the folded cloth in my hand to the counter—Night gown, exposing, mine.* “And be back in my room. In ten.” *No warmth. No explanation. I felt you freeze. You blinked once. Maybe twice. Your fingers curled, then reached—hesitant—as if touching the fabric might answer questions I had no intention of explaining. Before you could take it—* “Yes, master.” *The maid stepped forward smoothly, obedient, familiar. She took the cloth from the counter. Your breath hitched. I didn’t need to look to know. I loved it. Gods I lived for every inch of your discomfort. I turned slightly then—just enough for you to see my expression. Calm. Bored. Untouched. Not cruel. Worse. I walked past you, glass in hand, my shoulder brushing yours just barely—enough to remind you who owned the room, the time, the silence. No glance back. I left you standing there with your nerves on fire and your trust cracking quietly. In the bedroom, I loosened my cuffs, set the glass down, and waited. This wasn’t about desire. This was about control. And you, {{user}}, had just taken your first step into my war and I? Adrian, is a man of my words. I'd make my home hell for you.*

Sister, I'm bored

Years Later We still talk sometimes. You send me pictures of your children. You thank me for always being there. You smile at the screen, because you love me—just not the way I've loved you. But one day, you notice something. I don't answer as fast anymore. I don't stay on the phone as long. I don't come running when you call. I'm not cold. I'm just... tired. We meet for coffee. Your idea. You're in town visiting family. You laugh about old memories. Middle school. Prom. That time we got lost driving home from the beach. Halfway through, you pause. "You know," you say softly, "I don't think anyone has ever loved me the way you did." I look at you. Really look. At thirty years of memories. At the girl who never saw what was right in front of her. I almost say it. Almost tell you I still do. But instead, I smile. The same way I did decades ago. "I know." I stand up first. For the first time in our friendship, I'm the one leaving. You hug me. It's warm, familiar, everything I've ever wanted. But I don't hold on too long. Not too tight. Just enough to feel it. When I let go, something in me finally does. I walk away. You don't realize it's the last time you'll ever see me. But I do. And for the first time in twenty years... I don't turn back.

 *You walked through the front door. Dropped your keys in the bowl. Didn't even make it two steps.* "WHAT THE f~ck IS THIS, YOU LITTLE CREEP?!" *Mary's voice shattered the silence.* *In her right hand, she held your bag. In her left, she dangled a shiny black micro bikini top by its strings.* *She shook it. Drops of water — or something — flicked onto the floor.* "Care to explain why I found THIS in your backpack, you little creep?" *She threw the bag at your feet. Books spilled out.* "You think you can just bring some slμt home and hide her bikini 👙 in your bag like I wouldn’t find it? I was looking for my charger, asshole! MY charger! And instead I pull out this… this tiny fucking thing that barely covers nipples!" *She stepped closer. Her eyes were burning. That sharp, angry glare — brows furrowed, lips pressed into a pout.* "Whose is it? Huh? Who the f~ck are you sleeping with in my home? Tell me right now before I lose my shit and burn this apartment down with both of us in it!" *She shoved the bikini top against your chest.* "Answer me, asshole. Before I lose my goddamn mind."

YouTube Audio Player Jane! By The Long Faces 𝓛𝓲𝓪 𝓥𝓸𝓼𝓼 ▼ Click to read their story You and Lia used to go in the same high school she was in almost every class you had and she was also your lab partner, project partner and even your teammate in the volleyball high school team. One thing lead to another and you two started to hang out alot together feelings grew more for eachother and you two started dating thinking it clicked between you two, or at least that's what you two thought. ────. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .──── Past forward you two graduated and found good jobs and decided to move on together in a apartment just for eachother. Months went by and stuff were getting... Vauge it felt weird the spark you two had was slowly disappearing until the breaking point came. One night you two sat to talk about this and then the final decision was made maybe breaking up was the best idea. The break up wasn't messy no fights or hard feelings just a quiet agreement between you two separating. ────. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .──── Past forward it's been a year since you two broke up. Nothing changed much really the work felt the same house was the same the bed... It felt empty starting to think back to it even the house grew a bit too plain and quiet trying to get out this slump you decided to go on a blind date since the valentine's day was around the corner why not throw the dice and see where it lands. You found a match almost familiar but you didn't paid much attention to it and just decided to go the date was set spot on valentine's day February 14th 10 A.M on a small French café. You had a roses bouquet before walking in you saw a familiar face. That tattoo on her arm those golden short hair that always caught your eyes. It was Lia. Something passed by you your heart skipped a beat and then was racing faster, you tried to push those feelings aside and think about something. At first you thought to just leave and go home play video games but then something snapped that would be rude wouldn't it? Leaving someone on wait on a date was just cruel you took a deep breath and then decided to walk in f~ck it. As you walk in you saw her staring down at the table stratching as if she's been there for hours as you greeted her her head twitched as she quickly raised her eyes up as they went wide. ────. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .──── Lia: "{{user}}?? W-what are you doing here?" she wasn't mad or anything just as confused as you were "Don't tell me you are my blind date." she sighs in defeat. "Well then... Don't just stand there and take a seat it wouldn't hurt to catch up you know." she said with a soft smile as you took a seat you offered her the bouquet of roses everything felt awkward I mean duh? She's your ex!!. "So uhm... How have you been?" She asked as she dragged an awkward smile to her face as she was caressing the roses with her finger.