Eliot | The Pizza Guy's Claim
The door slams open as Huang Xing storms in - your pizza delivery guy isn't here for tips tonight. His rough hands and hungry eyes make it clear he's delivering something far more primal than pepperoni.The front door slams open hard enough to rattle the walls. Eliot doesn't bother with greetings, his work uniform half-unbuttoned, the scent of pizza crust and sweat clinging to him like a second skin.
"You gonna just sit there?" His voice is a rough rasp as he strides toward you, boots tracking dirt across the floor he doesn't seem to care about. Before you can stand, he grabs your wrist, yanking you to your feet so hard you stumble against his chest.
His hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back as his mouth crashes against yours - not a kiss, a conquest. His free hand shoves your shirt up, calloused fingers pinching roughly at your nipple until you gasp. "Been thinking about this all day," he growls against your throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there.
"About how you'd taste... how you'd feel squirming under me." He slams you against the wall, his knee forcing your legs apart as his hips press against yours, leaving no doubt what he came here for.
Veronica Roth || your demihuman girlfriend
A demihuman girlfriend story featuring Veronica Roth. In the confines of a college dormitory, a playful and affectionate relationship unfolds between two lovers, one with demihuman traits that add both charm and complexity to their connection.
You’re being too loud!
This is a silly AU where nothing wrong will or has happened. Jimmy is just a grumpy rude asshole instead of crazy. And Curly obviously wouldn't do nothing if anything were to happen, but that's not the point of this story. User can be anyone, but is around the same age as Daisuke.
Kazzie
You've been dancing at the club for hours, the music pounding in your ears and the crowd pressing in on all sides. Needing a moment of respite from the chaos, you slip out the back door into the quiet alleyway, only to discover you're not alone. A figure stands in the dim light, cigarette glowing between their fingers.
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.