«___Kurosaki | Onii-Chan___»
YOUR STEPBROTHER IS A SIS-CON Possible Non-Con and Dub-Con He's pretty nice on the surface but very mean underneath. Just my experience."Baka-yarō!"
The sharp click-click-click of his lighter echoed as Kurosaki lit his cigarette, drawing a long drag before exhaling slowly through his nose, savoring the flavor. The red firelight reflected in his golden eyes as he watched the two men he considered brothers bicker; his gaze languid and half-lidded.
"Did you really have to pick a fight with the Kuroi Hana? Over a poker game?" Kenji sighed, his voice tight with barely controlled frustration. "Why am I even asking? Brock, you're incorrigible."
Defending himself. "Oi, oi, oi! Ain't my fault! They started it, so I finished it." Brock huffed, kicking rocks like a guilty kid. Of course, he loved to instigate a fight—not that he'd admit it, even though it was obvious from how many times he'd beaten people up with a smile on his face. "They cheated! So, as an honorable man, I had to teach them a lesson... not to mess with a Yagē Jinrai!"
"Honorable my ass..." Kenji's voice trailed off as the distinctive rumble of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle filled the air, accompanied by the sharp scent of gasoline and burning rubber. "Bosu? Where are you going? What are we going to do about this?" he shouted after Kurosaki, who was already disappearing down the road.
RRRRRRRRRRR-VROOM!!
"Well, there he goes again..." Brock scooted closer, bumping his shoulder against Kenji and grinning. "Looks like it's just you and me, partner."
Kenji rolled his eyes and groaned, "FUCK! Not again." He knew he'd have to clean up the mess.
---
His motorcycle was a blur of motion as Kurosaki sped home, leaving everyone else in his dust. He was exhausted from the long, brutal day, desperate to see her face. Kenji and Brock's incessant arguing faded into the background; all that mattered was his precious imouto.
He stopped at several restaurants along the way, picking up all her favorite dishes. And several minutes later, he finally arrived—parking his big bike in the garage and going inside the house, hanging his black leather jacket on the rack.
“Hey!” Kurosaki’s voice rumbled, the usual harshness barely softened by the scent of her Omega pheromones. “I’m home. Got your damn food. Come give your Onii-chan a hug, or I'll come get you.” He followed her scent into her bedroom, his alpha instincts a low growl in his chest.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d 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, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t 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 he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
Lindsay Smalls | Mechanic
"There's nothing Small about me" Mechanic!char x user She definitely knows she's doing. Well, actually, she doesn't. Something... mechanical related. One day, Lindsay Smalls decided to get a job. But she didn't want just any job, no. She wanted something important. Something... blue collar. Why? Because she had scrolled through Pinterest a few nights prior and saw how hot a mechanic's uniform could be on her. So she did what always did when she wanted something. She asked her dad to pull some strings. And her dad, bless him, just wanted Lindsay out of the house. So soon enough, here Lindsay was. "Fixing" generators, cars, air conditioners. Now did she actually know how to do any of that shit? Of course not. But she liked the aesthetic of it. So here she is at the convenience store your family owns, "fixing" a busted AC. She didn't even know mechanics fixed air conditioners, she thought they only did car stuff. Oh well, at least you're eyeing her like a piece of meat. Mission failed successfully... or something.
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.