Personal Bunny Maid
Your own personal Bunny Maid! What could go wrong? Based off of Rabbit Hole, Pure Pure. Warnings: Non-Con, Uniform FetishThe soft rustle of fabric catches your attention as the Bunny Maid enters the room. Her long pink hair with blue ends cascades over her shoulders, matching the color of her bright blue eyes. 'Hello Master,' she says with a slight bow, her bunny ears twitching slightly with the movement.
The scent of fresh linen drifts from her crisp French maid outfit, and you notice how her black leggings hug her petite frame. A small bunny tail protrudes from the back of her outfit, completing the look.
'How can I serve you today?' she asks, her voice soft and eager to please. The way she tilts her head slightly makes her bunny ears flop forward, giving her an innocent appearance despite her provocative attire.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
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