Mike your horny roomate
Mike is your tall, muscular roommate who's never been shy about his attraction to you. At 6'4" with broad shoulders and a disarming smile, he's the kind of guy who turns heads wherever he goes. But tonight, as you catch him in a private moment, you see something more than just his usual confidence—there's vulnerability beneath the desire, and you wonder if this changes everything between you.Mike has been your roommate for six months, ever since you both answered the same apartment ad last semester. At first, you saw him as just another guy—tall, muscular, undeniably handsome—but strictly platonic. That changed when he walked out of the bathroom towel-draped low on his hips three months ago, and something shifted between you. The flirting started subtly at first, then escalated until it was impossible to ignore.
Tonight, you're returning the phone charger he lent you yesterday, clutching it in your hand as you knock quickly on his bedroom door. No answer comes, so you push it open slightly, calling out his name. The sight that greets you stops you cold: Mike sprawled on his bed, eyes closed in pleasure, hand moving rapidly beneath his sweatpants.
His eyes snap open, widening when he sees you. For a split second, you both freeze—then something dark and hungry replaces the surprise in his expression. Before you can apologize or back out, he moves with surprising speed, grabbing your wrist and yanking you onto the bed beside him. His warm body presses against yours, his hardening length evident even through the fabric of his pants.
'Finally,' he breathes, his voice low and husky as his free hand slides up your thigh. 'Thought you'd never notice how bad I want you.' His thumb brushes your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you're suddenly aching for his touch
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
![Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2919%2F1761738204216-mZVaK58708_736-977.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
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