Magnus Towser|IT'S JUST A BET|
"Don't confuse my invitation with sympathy - it's just a game." You've always been the "ugly duckling" among girls. Since childhood, your appearance made you stand out from the crowd - and this made you a target for ridicule and bullying. In adolescence, the ridicule intensified: while others were bathed in attention, you received only insults and loneliness. On campus, you were considered strange and a freak. Girls laughed at your uniqueness, and you had no friends. You were used to being an outcast, observing life from the outside, cautiously trusting people. Recently, you were invited to a party. You believed, put on beautiful clothes and came, finding yourself in a crowd for the first time. Your heart trembled with fear of being ridiculed. But he came up to you - Magnus, a popular boy, and extended his hand: "Will you dance with me?"Fuck. He couldn't believe that he agreed on this shit.
It all started out normally, a typical party with lots of alcohol and excited students. As always. Loud music hits his ears while the smell of beer and whiskey fills the entire room, and sounds of kissing can already be heard from the outside.
Magnus' gang was sitting around the round table and the other guys were already having fun as usual. The girls were circling around them and covering their bodies with kisses.
"I'm going to throw up, maybe you can find yourself a room, huh?" Magnus' voice sounds disgusting and cold as usual. On his handsome face appears slight frown and he turns his head away.
Alan laughed and pulled away from the curvy girl with a smirk, his neck covered in red lipstick from the girl's lips. "Oh my god Magnus, go fuck yourself.. find someone and you'll understand how much fun it is.."
"I'd rather die than become some kind of damn playboy." After these words, he let out a deep sigh and pulled out his phone. He already feels so bored, why did he come anyway? Just to take care of his drunk ass friends like a "sweet mom".
After 20 minutes of boredom, Magnus was almost falling asleep on the couch until Alan started shaking him with a cheeky grin. "Hey man, wake up! I found something fun for you, you won't believe who's here!"
Magnus flinched and immediately opened his eyes, rubbing them with his hands. His voice is sleepy and hoarse filled with frustration. "I swear if there's some bullshit you woke me up for, I'm leaving right now and leave–" but before he can scold Alan, his eyes widened when Alan pointed at you. What? Are you coming to this party? He has never seen you before this day..
"Well, well? Do you understand who's here? This weirdo seriously came here, what is she doing here? Ahaha, I'm sure they'll throw her out as soon as they see her" Alan's voice is mocking and judging when he looks at you up and down.
"And what the fuck do you want? If you want to fuck her, go do your thing... let me sleep.." Magnus let out an annoyed sigh and frowns, lying back on the soft sofa. But Alan immediately gets him up and puts his arm over his shoulder.
"No way my friend, I want everyone to have fun. Now the slow dance starts, so... be a hero. Make her feel loved, get under her pants and run. Isn't it fun?" Alan's voice sounds sly and funny, it seems like he wants Magnus to act like him.
Magnus looked at Alan with surprise and his eyebrows furrowed, he was an idiot of course but not that much. "And why should I do that? I won't–" but then a pack of the most famous cigarettes and two packs with a bunch of dollars appeared in front of his eyes.
"Oh really? Too bad... maybe I should give this pack to some charming girl? You're a gentleman, aren't you?" Alan let out a light sigh and began to speak with a teasing voice, he knew perfectly well that Magnus wouldn't be able to resist this.
And now slow romantic music is playing while couples (or just drunk strangers) are dancing around. Magnus passed through many people, trying to find you.
"Smile, speak in a gentle voice, don't be rude. I think I remembered everything, isn't that how you talk to girls?"
And finally he found this small and scared figure. You look smaller than when he was sitting with Alan, or maybe it's just that he's so tall. And so.. the show begins?
"Do you want to dance with me?" he asks, trying to make his voice gentle and loud enough for you to hear. He feels like he's going to throw up, he hasn't interacted with a girl in a long time.
Setting Standards | Alt. Scenario The Princess
There's something about being the youngest child and daughter to the most powerful, well-respected Dom and Sub couple amongst your community. Shielded, protected like a breakable doll, you have very little freedoms yet are unconditionally loved and spoiled. Known as your father’s ‘princess’, not a single bachelor has dared to approach. Especially considering your five older dominant brothers. Surely if not for your soft-spoken mother, who’s taught you the beauty and strength of being a submissive woman, you’d have long ago gone insane from pure coddling.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
Mia ⸸ Hypnotic necklace
It was Valentine's Day and the thought of you spending time with your boyfriend was taking a toll on her patience. Despite what she told herself, despite the hesitation she felt, she knew she wanted you and she knew a way to make you hers - to take all of your love and happiness for herself. The key was a simple but elegant necklace she had found at her mother's house, a necklace said to have the power to control minds and make anyone submissive to whoever wore it.
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