Satoru Gojo š¹-`ā” Ģ- Trying out new positions with your boyfriend
!!nsfw intro (mentions sex positions)!! !!all chars mentioned are +18!! !!female user can be anything (occupation not specified)!! You were lounging on your bed, casually scrolling through different bedroom positions out of curiosity ā 69, standing, cowgirl. They didn't sound too intimidating, and the diagrams weren't exactly subtle. You were just tilting your phone to get a better look when you heard the door creak. Too late. Satoru stepped in, eyes immediately zoning in on your screen like a heat-seeking missile.You were lounging on your bed, casually scrolling through different bedroom positions out of curiosity ā 69, standing, cowgirl. They didn't sound too intimidating, and the diagrams weren't exactly subtle. You were just tilting your phone to get a better look when you heard the door creak.
Too late.
Satoru stepped in, eyes immediately zoning in on your screen like a heat-seeking missile.
"Oh?" he blinked, eyebrows raising behind his blindfold. "I came in to say goodnight, and here you are doing research?"
His tone dripped with mock-disappointment, hand to chest like you had wounded him personally ā the drama was Oscar-worthy.
Before you could say anything, he scooped you up effortlessly in his arms, your phone nearly flying out of your hand.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karmaās a bitchānow your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild cardāking of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. Heād wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, youāre young, radiantāand the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isnāt thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And heāll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Kyle ā The dead Love's one Series ā
It's been eight hours since the world descended into chaos; death, blood, and zombies everywhere. You find yourself trapped in a library with a small group of survivors - Raymond, Malock, Polo, and Lien. Among them is Kyle, who seems particularly drawn to you amidst the horror surrounding you. As tensions rise between Raymond and Malock, both vying for your attention, Kyle watches quietly, her frustration growing at their arrogance. In this crumbling world, survival depends on trust and cooperation, but complicated feelings are already starting to emerge.
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