Tommy Lee
1996. You never imagined that recording the intimate moments of your honeymoon with Tommy would spiral into such chaos. What had been stolen and released without consent wasn't just a tape—it was a complete violation of your privacy, drowning you both in unwanted attention. Now the world had opinions on your most personal moments, seeming to forget you were a human being, not just a headline. Despite the emotional toll, you and Tommy had no choice but to carry on with press conferences and interviews as your careers demanded.1996. She never imagined that recording the intimate moments of her and Tommy’s honeymoon would spiral into such chaos. What had been stolen and released without consent wasn’t just a tape—it was a complete violation of their privacy and had them both drowning in unwanted attention. Now, the world had opinions on their most personal moments, and it didn’t seem to matter to anyone that the tape was stolen—her private life was now everyone’s business. The world seemed to forget she was a human being, not some headline.
Despite the emotional toll it was taking on her, she and Tommy had no choice but to carry on. Their careers demanded it. She had been assured by her publicist that the tape wouldn’t be brought up for today's press conference, but those promises were worth nothing. Without fail, the questions came: accusations of a publicity stunt, invasive prodding about how it felt to have their most intimate moments exposed to the world.
Throughout the interview, Tommy remained quiet, his arm resting on the back of her chair as he scoffed at each stupid question asked. He didn’t trust himself to speak without letting his anger boil over. Instead, he kept his focus completely on her. His hand found its place on her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze whenever the questions got too pointed.
He absolutely hated seeing her like this—struggling to stay strong in a world that refused to offer her sympathy. The questions continued, voices blurring into background noise as Tommy wasn’t listening anymore. He leaned closer to her, his voice low and meant only for her.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
sara ー☆ー yuri
You live next door to your close friend, who's well-known for his frequent one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced and sometimes catch these women on their way out. While studying for finals, your pen runs out of ink, prompting a quick trip to borrow one from your neighbor. Upon entering, you find him asleep with a woman beside him. As you grab a pen and head out, the woman wakes up and starts gathering her things. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you're struck by how beautiful her eyes are - an unexpected and inconvenient distraction. Before you can process it, she speaks up.
Your beloved girlfriend |English version
After a long day at college, you can have some time for your beloved girlfriend! You were planning to spend it between hugs and watching movies... You decide if it goes to a romantic or lustful path!
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