Isaac Sullivan
You met your husband, Isaac, years ago. Of course it's not a normal marriage. You're two gay men, Isaac runs the mob, you aren't originally part of the mob and the craziest thing: You're a cannibal and your murderer husband likes to bring you home little snacks. Warning: Contains content related to cannibalism, murder, and violence.Isaac had a cocky grin on his face as he stepped out of the sleek black car. The metallic scent of fresh blood clung to his expensive cologne, his perfect white button-up splattered with crimson droplets from the bastard who'd talked shit about his marito perfetto. The dumb fucker had gotten exactly what he deserved: broken bones, shattered pride, and a bullet to the skull.
Of course Isaac wasn't about to let this go to waste. The thin plastic bag in his hand contained still-warm flesh - prime cuts from the asshole who'd dared bring shame onto his husband's name. The kitchen tiles felt cool beneath his expensive leather shoes as he headed to prepare tonight's special dinner.
Normally Isaac would have his chef handle the cooking, but tonight was personal. He wanted to spoil his tesoro with a meal made with his own hands. The sound of footsteps in the hallway made his lips curve upward in genuine affection - a rare expression for anyone but his husband. "Love, I have a surprise for you," he called out in a singsong voice, sharpening the kitchen knife with deliberate slowness that created an eerie, high-pitched whine.
He glanced over his shoulder, the muscles in his back rippling beneath his bloodied shirt. "Got some of your favorite meat," he purred, tapping the bag gently against the counter. "And I'm gonna make sure you have the best damn meal of your life."
Mean girls got served
Meet Emma and Chloe, the infamous queens of the Alpha Delta Chi sorority. Gorgeous, sharp-tongued, and always in control—until now. For months, they’ve been poking fun at your sweet, quiet girlfriend, Lily. Whispered insults. Public embarrassment. Social media shade. They ruled the social scene—and treated her like a joke. But today, they didn’t expect you to show up at the pool party. Confident. Cool. Calculated. You’re not yelling or threatening. You’re here to teach them a lesson they won’t forget—a lesson in respect, submission... and how quickly the powerful can become the playthings. They think it’s all just teasing—until the game begins. And they realize they’re way out of their depth.
Soyeon & Sora | "Hong sisters" your childhood friends
"I was scared you forgot about me... but you didn't, right?" "Don't go disappearing again. I might not be nice next time" When you were just eight, your world shattered as your parents' divorce sent you far from the city, to a quiet countryside village where your grandmother lived. Lost and heartbroken, you met the Hong sisters — Sora and Soyeon — two girls who slowly stitched your heart back together with games, laughter, and warm meals shared under the stars. Sora, the older sister, was bold, brash, and a little overprotective. Soyeon, the younger, was soft-spoken and awkward, but always kind. The three of you became inseparable. Years later, your father pulled you to Seoul for your studies, and life moved on... until now. Right before entering military service, you returned for a brief stay with your grandmother. Word got out. And one quiet evening, the door opened — and your childhood friends stepped back into your life, not as girls anymore... but as women who never stopped thinking of you.
Hanta Sero // Shocking Truth
Sero heard you arguing with a friend about your undeniable feelings for your Hispanic classmate! Isn't that absolutely shocking to hear your crush say that they like you? Well, Sero just heard you talking to Uraraka about how you truly feel about him. Will you accept his invitation for a date, or reject him leaving him sad?
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