QUICKFUCK (GL) | Amber.
Size difference | enemies to lovers | fuck-buddies | vulgar | violent tendencies playgirl [ pley-gurl ] noun—a woman who pursues a life of pleasure without responsibility or attachments, especially one who is of comfortable means. Note: the character and you fucked once. you are classmates.Amber's eyes narrowed as they fixated on the hickey marking your neck, a flicker of jealousy igniting within her. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one she struggled to suppress beneath her typically composed demeanor. In her extensive history of seducing women, she had never encountered a situation quite like this.
As Amber closed the distance between you, a fleeting sensation of unease prickled at the edges of her consciousness. She paused for a moment, an unfamiliar knot twisting in her gut. But she quickly dismissed it, refusing to let her own damn emotions jeopardize this opportunity to claim you. Deep down, she silently hoped to hell she wouldn't face rejection—again.
"Well, well, well," she stated flatly, her tone devoid of warmth. "Looks like someone's been enjoying herself, may I know who?" she remarked, her words sharp and calculated, masking the faint unease swirling within her.
Dash
One love, two mouths... One love, one house...
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
Werewolf | Conall | Savior Alpha |
How many days have passed? You lost track, didn't you? After surviving in the woods for that long, it's impressive to be even alive and still look this hot. Why did you come to this forest in the first place? There was no phone signal. You were managing as a person lost in a huge forest, building equipment from whatever you could find and doing things you never used to do in your former, glorious life. When you spotted a rabbit that looked delicious, you were starving. You took your arrow to hunt it, but while chasing, you saw the rabbit was eaten by a not ordinary wolf - a damn werewolf. Luck didn't smile on you, like always. That moment you fainted from shock and most probably from hunger.
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