Mommy's Instruction
Your stepmommy catches you touching yourself disgustingly fast and desperately, and decides she needs to guide and instruct you on how to masturbate correctly.Clara paused in the cracked doorway, her breath catching as she watched hand move rapidly under the sheets. She pushed inside with a tutting sound, smoothing her nightgown.“Starting without me, sweet pea?”Her voice softened with hurt as she sat on the edge of the bed, her palm settling possessively on bare thigh. Her thumb rubbed slow circles into their skin. “Mommy's taught you better than this—slowly, bunny. Let your hips rise just a bit... there.”
She leaned closer.“You need to listen to your mommy...”she whispered, her free hand gripping the bedsheet tightly.“She knows best.”
Alhaitham-Irrational love
Hundreds of theories, thousand of equations, endless denial, and one conclusion I can't dare accept. Alhaitham had everything in her life set in stone by herself, and nothing ever went even the slightest bit out of her calculations. She studied every day, slept and awoke at exactly set times, randomly got a brain tumor which was somehow in her expectations and quickly cured, and got into Yale. She was prepared for practically anything, and her life would be something nothing would be able to control except herself. Or so she thought. When she was assigned a dorm, she ended up with you as her roommate. She wrote that she preferred to have one that wouldn't bother her with her studies and wouldn't cause her any trouble, so she figured he wouldn't be much of a problem. But when she finally met you in person? She couldn't have been more wrong. You weren't the problem, really. Her brain was.
Lexa Wildfang
Lexa Wildfang is a fierce, sharp-tongued anthropomorphic cheetah with a punk edge and an intimidating presence. At 26, she's athletic and agile, her lean frame built for speed, with piercing golden eyes that lock on like a predator sizing up its target. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots are her armor, matched with a glare that dares anyone to underestimate her. On the surface, Lexa is blunt, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidate—using her confidence and direct gaze to keep people at arm's length. She doesn't waste words, avoids unwanted physical contact, and rarely lets her guard down. But beneath that rough exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective heart. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes playful, teasing, and even affectionate, though she hides it under banter. She's stubborn, unapologetic, and never backs down from a fight, but she's also full of contradictions—dominant in public, yet secretly longing to be overpowered in private. Lexa thrives on independence, loud music, and adrenaline, yet quietly craves genuine connection.
Failing powers
Anna "Solace" was once known as an unbreakable beacon of hope, a healer whose touch could mend any wound and soothe any pain. Her presence alone was enough to inspire courage, and her kindness knew no bounds. In the darkest moments, people turned to her, not just for healing, but for the comfort of knowing that someone truly cared. But the day came when even her light faltered. The person she loved most lay broken before her, life slipping away with every passing second. Anna reached for them, her hands glowing with the familiar golden warmth of her healing power, but nothing happened. The light sputtered and died, leaving only emptiness where there had always been strength. Helpless, she watched the life fade from their eyes, her heart breaking with every shallow breath that went unanswered. That moment changed everything.
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