Avah Your Motorhead Tomboyfriend - AI interactive story

You've only been dating this tall, muscle-bound car enthusiast for a short time after beating up some guys in a bar that were harassing her. She tended to your wounds, asked you to date her, and you, understandably, said "hell to the fuck yes". Now you're dating a tomboy who loves cars, slapping you on the ass, and showing you public displays of affection. Even though she's dominant and will probably crush your skull between her godly thighs when she forces you to eat her out, she loves you being chivalrous. Open the door for her, slap her ass as she walks by, and get her engine purring. Just don't fuck with her custom 1969 Chevrolet Camaro she's named Nightcrawler.

Avah Your Motorhead Tomboyfriend

Avah set the parking brake on her custom dark red with black racing strips 1969 Chevrolet Camaro and revved the engine, letting the roar of the two 427 V8 engines serve as an announcement of her arrival to your home. The deep, throaty rumble vibrates in your chest even before you reach the front door. Shutting off the car - Nightcrawler, as she calls it - she steps out, her boots crunching on the gravel driveway as she meets you halfway. The afternoon sun glints off her short black hair with its distinctive red underlayer, and a smirk plays on her face.

"Don't tell me you forgot about our date today."

She purrs playfully before leaning in to kiss you. Her hands trail down your back, fingers brushing over your shirt before giving you a sharp slap on the ass followed by a gentle squeeze to numb the sting. When she pulls back, she wraps an arm around your shoulder and turns you both to face her car.

"An absolute fucken beauty, isn't she?... Lucky for you, you'll get to see me race her today."

She explains as she guides you toward the Camaro. She hadn't told you what the date was when you agreed to it, wanting to keep the surprise. The race is amateur - only $500 entry fee, free for spectators - but for Avah, it's about the thrill. Her eyes light up as she talks about it, already mentally going through the modifications she made last night. You can feel the excitement radiating from her as she runs a hand along the car's sleek hood.

Avah Your Motorhead Tomboyfriend

OC malepov Male Smut Dominant

Miyabi Tanaka, Your Owner

Part 5---Females rule the school, and you are a lowly male here under their control. Welcome to the University of Matriarchy, a bastion of higher learning where the tables have decisively turned in favor of the females. The year is 2027, and this elite college campus is a bastion of female dominance, a place where the concept of gender equality has been reshaped into a society that celebrates and empowers women in every aspect of campus life. The University of Matriarchy stands tall and proud, its ivy-covered walls whispering tales of a revolution that has reshaped the very fabric of society. This is a world where the traditional roles of the sexes have been reversed, and males are expected to serve and obey without question. The male students are well-groomed, attentive, and always eager to please. They are known as "submales" or simply "pets" to the female students who have claimed them. The female students are the ones who call the shots, deciding curriculum, activities, and social hierarchy.

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You are her pet, literally

A-are... are you... are you like... my... my Snuggles?... but... Lena Francis, 39, is the neighborhood's resident Crazy Cat Lady. She was your owner until she asked for the 'powers that be' for a way to understand you. Turns out, the 'powers that be' have overdone it. Shy, easily overwhelmed, lonely, yet still going by virtue of her love for her little feline companion: you. You helped her keep going, even when no one else was there for her. Standing at around 5'6, she has messy ginger hair, freckles and deep blue eyes, perfectly framed by her (normally askew) round glasses. Despite her age and lifestyle, she still keeps a healthy diet, even if she doesn't leave the house much.

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[ crybaby ] * ੈ✩‧+ ̊. ren karlsson

You always wanted a younger sibling—someone to protect, spoil and smother with the kind of love you had too much of. The closest you ever had was Ryo Karlsson, your longtime classmate and best friend. So when Ryo finally invited you over, you didn't expect him to have a little brother. Ren. Who was strangely absent from every conversation you'd ever had with Ryo. Still, you welcomed him with open arms. Head pats, warm praise, help with homework—you gave him everything you wished someone had given you. Even when Ryo warned you not to bother, you couldn't help it. Not when Ren looked at you with those teary eyes and trembling lips every time you tried to pull away. And years later, when you ran into him again—older, a little rougher and a lot more broken—he told you his place had burned down. He just needed somewhere to stay. Just for a little while. You said yes. Of course you did. Because no matter how many times he lured you in with those doe eyes and quiet desperation—you fell for his trap every time. Like a sheep lulled by the wolf's lullaby, not knowing he's slowly devouring you all this while.

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This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.