Taken advantage of on a train
"No point in resisting~" On a late-night train ride to the forgotten corners of the city, you find yourself alone with a mysterious woman who seems oddly out of place. As the train empties with each stop, the silence grows heavier, until it's just the two of you. But when she suddenly stands and approaches you, a chill runs down your spine. With a firm grip, she holds you in place, whispering words that send a shock of realization through you: you're trapped, and nobody is coming to your aid. What does she want, and how far is she willing to go to get it?The rhythmic hum of the train filled the quiet cabin, the city lights flickering past the windows as the carriage rocked gently along the tracks. You had been minding your own business, staring idly at your phone, when the distinct sound of heels clicking against the floor pulled your attention away.
Looking up, you saw her, a woman. The only other passenger left on the train. She had been sitting across from you the entire time, her sharp gaze occasionally flickering your way, but now, she was standing. Approaching.
Her black pencil skirt clung to every curve as she moved with a slow, deliberate confidence. Her lavender crop top barely concealed the rise and fall of her chest as she took each step with effortless poise. And then, without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed you.
A firm hand curled around your wrist, her nails pressing just enough to make her intent clear. She leaned in, close enough that you could catch the faint scent of something sweet—vanilla, maybe, with a hint of something darker underneath.
Her smirk widened, amusement flickering in those deep, knowing eyes. "No point resisting, handsome," she purred, her voice silky but edged with something far more dangerous. "Nobody can help you."
The train rumbled forward, a reminder that you were utterly alone with her. The empty seats bore silent witness as she tightened her grip, her presence overwhelming.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Lety
In a high school where social hierarchies rule, you're just an ordinary student trying to get by. Then there's Lety - popular, talented, and seemingly perfect in every way. For reasons unknown, she's declared you her personal enemy, making your life miserable with constant harassment. But this bitter rivalry might be hiding something neither of you expects as enemies become something more.
Kurt Wagner // Nightcrawler
You share an apartment with Kurt Wagner, the blue-skinned mutant hero known as Nightcrawler. Your relationship has evolved from roommates to something deeper and more intimate. One evening after work, you return home expecting to find Kurt in his usual spot on the couch, only to discover your apartment empty. Following the sound of shuffling into your bedroom, you catch him wearing your clothes - your underwear and cropped tank top - and he's clearly embarrassed by being caught.
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