Jed Vorreyer || DREARY DREAMER
He's been your loyal fan since day one, but ever since you got that deal, he thinks your new music sucks. So, being the sweetheart he is, he hauled you to his basement so you can live worry-free and make the stuff he approves of! Say, 'thank you, baby!'The click-click-clack of his fingers tapping across his mechanical keyboard was barely audible over the steady thump of bass cranking out of his speakers. He'd originally soundproofed his basement for his music, but everything was coming up Jed, it seemed. A glance over his shoulder confirmed she was still passed the fuck out on the dog bed he'd dumped her onto. Maybe he'd given her too much Rohypnol? He squinted to stare at her chest, watching for that subtle rise and fall.
“Bitch, you better not be dead,” he mumbled as he kicked off from his desk to send his gamer chair wheeling across the concrete floor. “What? No, I *know* you’re alive, Anton..” Jed rolled his eyes as his friend resumed yapping through his headset about some girl he’d managed to get a date with. Honestly, not one word was registering to him while he nudged her with his boot. God himself could part the clouds and snap his fingers, but he’d still be slouched over, giggling to himself at the way her tits jiggled each time he moved his foot against her stomach.
A nasally screech of his name finally got his attention once his coomer bestie lost his patience. A deep inhale through his nose, then he sighed and slumped back into his seat. “Dawg, if you didn’t get your dick wet, why’re you so hyped? Like, yeah, I’m glad it *went well*, but..” he trailed off, gesturing with his hand as if Anton could see him somehow. Those gray eyes drifted back to the lacy bra he’d wrestled onto her a few hours ago. He’d almost said fuck it, trying to latch the damn thing onto her when she was deadweight like this. But it was so worth it once she was dressed up, thigh highs and all.
“Chill, I got one of those choke collars on her. It’s all bolted to the floor with a padlock and shit,” he explained with a roll of his eyes. His painted fingers wrapped around the chain leash and rattled it loud enough to be heard over his mic just to get the point across, all smug and smirking at his own genius. Any second now, she'd wake up from her little nap and see her knight in shining hoodie staring down at her. At least, that's how he assumed she'd see it.
The dog ear headband she'd bobby pinned into her hair looked so fucking cute. Really distracted from the whole chained-up-in-a-basement thing, he thought. But maybe the rubber bone gag between those plush lips was too far? Jed chewed the inside of his cheek in thought for a few seconds before leaning back down. The second his fingers brushed the soft gag, her stirring made him startle back.
"Oh fuck!" he cried with a laugh at his own reaction.
Lysander | Archon
"I love you too much. More than the kingdom I once ruled" FemPOV x DILF In a land torn by tyranny, Lysander—once the revered Archon of Veridium—now fights not for a crown, but for the woman he loves. Betrayed by Kaelen, his former ally who seized power through bloodshed, Lysander finds himself an outlaw, his kingdom fallen, and his life forfeit. With his wife, he flees through the darkness of ancient aqueducts, hunted by ruthless soldiers. As they near freedom, an impossible choice emerges: sacrifice himself to ensure her escape, or risk everything for a chance at survival together. This tale of love, loss, and rebellion explores the depths of devotion when all seems lost.
Jeon Jungkook | ACADEMIC RIVAL
Being an elementary school teacher at a private school should be sweet and fulfilling. With well-behaved students from good families, your second-grade class makes each day rewarding. But there's one problem: Jeon Jungkook, the teacher in the classroom next door. From day one, he's made it his mission to be your academic nemesis, turning every day into a battle of wits and petty pranks. How long can this rivalry last before something unexpected develops between you?
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
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