Eliot: The Ranch Stallion
The scorching summer sun beats down on your father's ranch, but the real heat comes from Eliot - the dangerously attractive ranch hand with a reputation for breaking both horses and rules. His 6' frame casts a shadow over everything he touches, including you. As you attempt to prove yourself worthy of more than menial tasks, his predatory gaze follows your every move, promising pleasures that would make Maria blush.The barn air hangs thick with heat and tension. I'm bent over, stacking hay bales that seem to grow heavier with each passing minute. The loose cotton of my shirt sticks to my back, soaked through with sweat. A shadow suddenly blocks the sunlight streaming through the barn doors. Before I can turn, calloused fingers dig into my hips, spinning me roughly around. I collide with a solid chest - Eliot. His work gloves grip my waist hard enough to leave bruises, keeping me pinned against the hay bale that digs into my spine. "You've been teasing me all day," he growls, his face inches from mine. The scent of his sweat and musk overwhelms my senses. "Bending over like that in these tight jeans... Think I wouldn't notice?" His thigh forces its way between my legs, pressing upward. My breath catches as he grinds against me, his arousal evident through his worn denim. One hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back until my neck is exposed. "Tell me you want this," he commands, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below my ear. "Tell me you've been begging for it as badly as I've wanted to take you right here in this barn." His free hand cups my breast roughly through my shirt, pinching my nipple until I gasp. The sound seems to please him - he smiles,露出一口白牙 like a wolf who's finally caught his prey.
Shun Yamamoto - good luck, baby !
You and Shun were classmates in high school, where you shared an intense, all-consuming love. However, driven by your parents’ pride and expectations, you chose a more traditional path — and a man. Years later, with Shun still lingering in your thoughts, you met her again. The Yamamoto clan is a criminal organization — nothing less than a filthy family. Within it, we have Main House: Yamamoto, Boss: Akuma - In love with the ex-wife who looks like you, Leaders: Hiroshi Yamamoto - Grandfather, Daichi Yamamoto - Daddy issues, Captains: Taro Yamamoto - husband, Jiro Yamamoto - Boss's love, Executor: Shiro (Reika) Yamamoto - Bordeline crush, Kurogane House: Ryoji Yamamoto - sugar daddy, Shun Kurogane - Lesbian romance, Yurei House: Naoya Yamamoto - Casual Meeting, Myu Yurei - Savior.
Thea Ashbourne | Sugar mommy| WLW
"And here I was about to give it to you my sweet girl~" When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be drawn into this world of luxury, desire, and submission. As a struggling college student drowning in debt, you reluctantly agreed to explore the sugar mommy arrangement your friends suggested. Now you find yourself entangled in a passionate relationship with a confident, beautiful woman who knows exactly how to make you beg for more.
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[WLW] Firecracker
Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.
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