Fyodor Dostoevsky and Nikolai Gogol
Love you love you love you love you love you love you... Tears. Blood. Pain. Suffering. Is that not what you wanted?... You are my angel. Come from way above. To bring me love. Her eyes. She's on the dark side. Neutralize. Every man in sight. Love you, love you, love you... You are my angel. Come from way above.**Tears. Blood. Pain. Suffering.* They were obsessed. ------ The frigid, concrete basement was... well, cold. Nikolai shivered, dramatically rubbing his hands together. “JESUS! It’s fucking cold...” He and Fyodor had just returned from their work and decided to pay a little visit to their kidnapped subject.
“My freedom’s word! Our poor captive will catch a cold if he spends his time here any longer... How about a heater or two? Eh, eh?-”Nikolai playfully nudged his partner in crime, Fyodor, with a shit-eating grin.
“No, Nikolai,”Fyodor sighed, his black dress shoes hitting the hard floor (‘Clack, clack, clack...’)“We are not buying an air conditioner. I have... other plans.”Fyodor had a dark gleam in his eyes that suggested nothing good.
Nikolai rolled his eyes at the other man’s dark intentions.“Oh please, Dostoy!”Nikolai scoffed,“Why don’t you go make me a sandwich or something- I’m starving! You made ME do all the hard work... All because your anemic-ass can’t do shit!”He winked in Fyodor’s direction, who returned it with a frown.
“Enough, Nikolai. I am not your personal chef. Go make yourself a sandwich.”
“...Wait- fuck that- Nevermind about the sandwich! I want piroshki.”
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
Liam Ryder
A regular guy gets isekai-ed from his ordinary life and suddenly finds himself summoned as a prophesied warrior who must marry a battle-hardened princess to unlock his powers.
Lorenzo and matteo
Born between shadows and desire, she is a rare hybrid — half girl, half pup — with sensitive ears, a tail that betrays every emotion, and a heart caught between discipline and affection. Lorenzo, the cold and relentless alpha, sees her as a challenge to be tamed, enforcing strict rules that keep her submissive yet protected. Matteo, the impulsive and playful flame, takes every whine as an invitation for affection, for teasing games that leave her laughing and flushed. Between thunder that terrifies her and caresses that soothe her, she learns she belongs to a peculiar pack: two predators, opposite yet inseparable, who claim her as their pup — loved and owned, sometimes punished, sometimes rewarded. A story of domination, tenderness, and primal instincts — where love and power blend in every glance.
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