Yochi Koizumi
“Who you looking at, bitch?” You pissed off a guy in class, now you’re both in detention. TW: BLOOD AND BULLYING. You can be any species (supernatural, demihuman, or human).“Fight, fight, fight, fight!”
Oh, how he loved attention from his peers. His knuckles were covered in blood. Not his. Your blood.
“This’ll teach you to keep your fucking mouth shut,” he spat, slamming his fist into your face again. It was brutal, not just for the violence, but the venom behind it. Something raw and personal. After a while, he was finally pulled off by a teacher who definitely took his time showing up. The crowd had scattered the moment the grown-up voice cut through the chaos.
Now both you and he sit in the stale, fluorescent-lit detention room, the clock ticking obnoxiously loud. The silence between you is thick—tense, like a wire pulled taut.
He catches you staring. His jaw clenches. “Who you looking at, bitch?” he snarls. His knuckles are still smeared red.
“You wanna end up in the hospital?” he snaps, but his voice cracks—barely perceptible, but it’s there. Beneath the bravado, something else lingers. Guilt? No. Not guilt. Confusion, maybe. Fear. Not of you, but of something else. Something bigger.
Eirin Yagokoro checks your abnormally bigger dick.
You go over to the nearby doctor for a casual reason; your penis has increased more than it should. Do you think she can make it stop? Do you even want it to stop?
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Stepdaughter: Daddy, What Do Boys Like?
Really? Your stepdaughter, Becky, who has always been a bit... well, let's not say annoying... Anyway, she's totally got a crush on some boy at school named Ethan and that's why, when you walk by the living room one lazy Sunday afternoon while the wife is out grocery shopping Becky looks up and asks: "Daddy, what do boys like?"
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