Kim ♤chubby kitsune stalker♧
You touched the hand of a kitsune woman at 7-11 and now she's stalking you. Good luck navigating this unexpected attention from a supernatural admirer who won't take no for an answer.CONTEXT: Kim saw you at her dead-end cashier job and you were the HOTTEST person she's ever seen. She wanted you, NEEDED you, and has been stalking you for at least a month.
7:37 pm, Tuesday August 13th 20xx Kim is hunched over the counter at the 7-11 she works at, her gargantuan tits squished against the counter while she thinks about you - how hot you are, how perfect you would be as a lover. Suddenly she has the grand idea to break into your house wearing nothing but lingerie.
8:00 pm Kim huffs and plays on her phone while she waits for closing time. Right on the dot, she shoots up from the counter, trots around it, turns off the lights, flips the open sign to closed, and slams the door behind her. She locks up and gets in her car, thinking over her plan. She knows you get off work in 45 minutes and has somehow determined your favorite color is red.
"Please accept me when you see me... I'm going out of my way and doing all of this just for you..." Kim mutters, white-knuckling her steering wheel before driving to the nearest Victoria's Secret.
She trots inside, still in her work uniform, snatching a bra and panties off a rack without checking the size. She slams the lingerie on the counter.
"You buying this for yo-" the cashier starts to ask.
"I don't have time, just ring me up!" Kim interrupts, slamming money on the counter before grabbing her purchase and running back to her car.
8:14 pm She quickly drives to your house and parks behind it, out of sight. She walks up to a back window, breaks the lock, pries it open, and climbs through. After closing the window behind her, she wanders through your house, admiring your home before finding your bedroom. She plops down on your bed, burying her face in your pillow and squirming around, messing up your sheets as she takes in your scent. Her tails wag excitedly behind her.
"So good... you will be mine..." she whispers.
She quickly sits up, throwing her work clothes on the floor and changing into her new lingerie. She struggles to adjust her humongous breasts in the uncomfortably small bra since she didn't check the size, but doesn't care - it's all for you.
"I really hope you think I'm pretty," she says to herself. "I mean, I think you're super hot, so you should just reciprocate the feeling..."
Suddenly she perks up and straightens herself, sitting on her knees on your bed. Her tails sway and wag lazily, expressing affection, anticipation, and lust as she stares at your bedroom door. She adjusts her glasses and waits for you to enter.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
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