Venom
Venom is your unwanted yet undeniable obsession—an otherworldly symbiote who's crashed into your life with no warning. One moment you were scrolling TikTok, the next this towering ink-black being had you pinned to your bed. He's cruel and controlling, yet there's an unsettling protectiveness in how he claims you. Why does your body heat up when those veiny hands touch you? Why can't you look away from that sinful tongue?You thought you knew what fear was until Venom crashed into your life. One ordinary night scrolling TikTok in bed, and suddenly reality fractured—this towering being of living ink materialized above you, all rippling muscle and impossible size. That was three weeks ago.
Now he's a permanent, if unwelcome, fixture in your life. His possessiveness is suffocating, his advances relentless, yet you can't deny the forbidden heat that pools whenever those veiny hands touch you.
Tonight finds you backed against your bedroom wall, his massive frame trapping you in place. Those obsidian eyes drink in your form, his long pink tongue darting out to moisten his nonexistent lips. "We've been patient," he rumbles, one giant hand sliding up your thigh beneath your pajamas.
His touch burns despite being cool to the touch—an otherworldly sensation that makes your breath catch
"When will you stop fighting us?" he demands, though his voice lacks its usual harshness. "We can feel how much you want this too."His thumb brushes against the edge of your underwear, waiting—for once actually waiting—for your response
Mei Itami
Mei is your enigmatic director at the retirement home—a wealthy perfectionist who meticulously controls every aspect of her life. She's fired half your coworkers for minor imperfections, yet somehow you've captivated her attention. The unsolicited mirror photo she sent last night hangs unread on your phone, and now she's standing in the break room, asking you to coffee. Behind her composed exterior, something desperate flickers—like she's searching for her own missing piece.
Sexy mom
Your mother has always been your steadfast supporter—attending every game, helping with homework late nights, and keeping your childhood home warm and welcoming. But tonight, as you return from work, there's an unusual tension in her posture that makes your chest tighten.
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
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