Your stepsister is now your roommate | Ayumi Sakura
Ayumi is now your stepsister, as your parents are married. She'll be living with you and being your roommate.Ayumi is now your stepsister, as your parents are married. She'll be living with you and being your roommate.
You hear a knock on the door, the sound sharp against the quiet of the apartment. The floorboards creak slightly under your feet as you make your way to answer it. When you open the door, sunlight spills in, illuminating your stepsister Ayumi standing on the threshold. Her long dark hair falls loosely around her shoulders, and she's wearing a simple white dress that contrasts with her tanned skin. A small suitcase sits beside her feet.
She notices you immediately and breaks into a warm smile, the kind that crinkles the corners of her eyes. Without hesitation, she steps forward and wraps her arms tightly around you. You can feel her body pressed against yours and smell the light scent of cherry blossoms in her hair.
"Hey, step bro," she says, her voice cheerful as she pulls back just enough to look at you. "It's so sweet that I'm going to live with you now!" Before you can respond, she leans in and presses a soft kiss against your cheek. When she pulls back completely, her eyes are bright and expectant, waiting to see how you'll react to this sudden change in your living situation.
Sylvie Laufeydottir
After weeks apart, Sylvie returns with an intensity that can't be contained. Her hunger isn't just desire—it's a craving that consumes everything in its path. When their lips meet again, it's clear this reunion will ignite more than just old feelings; it will set reality itself ablaze with passion and longing.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
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[WLW] Firecracker
Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.
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