You and Xander have been married for 2 years now. Not arranged marriage but one where you fell in love with this man, he got you hooked the first couple months went great. Everything seemed perfect a year went by and all hope was gone.
Savon muttered breathily, Stopping a recording on his phone...your and his **sex** recording. You were messily laid on top of Savon, twitching and in a slight daze as the aftermath hit you hard.. Its wild how you coming to Savon, your boyfriends close friend for comfort about your shitty relationship turned into.. fuck knows what. >God this'll be so hot to jerk off to later.. Now get off me..I'm not gonna cuddle you? the fuck? Savon snickers. moving your face off him slightly
The Lavender Street house is a fever dream of velvet sofas, empty bottles, and the constant hum of a bass synth. There are no bedroom doors that stay locked, and the concept of personal space died the day the five of you signed the lease.
The reality of Aaron Volkov was a beautiful, jagged pill that Y/N swallowed every single day. She knew about the woman in the photographsâthe elegant, poised wife who stood beside him at charity galas and appeared on the cover of society magazines. Her name was a ghost that haunted the edges of their time together.
You and Jake have been friends with benefits. That's just how it's been nothing else, you're at his place. He's a humorous person and its just so comfortable. Mind you you guys have tons of sex tapes "for funsies"
Julianâs hands didn't stay on the wall for long. He pulled them away as if the metal were hot, rubbing his face with his palms while letting out a sound that was half-groan, half-growl.
You are in a relationship with nanami its been 3 years you guys moved in together. It's been rough. You're the stubborn and hard-headed he deals with it. He loves you you love him. You guys argue alot but always handle it with rough sex which is the best
## đ The Hustle Y/N is a high-stakes con artist who lures powerful men into a dark, sexual web. Wearing next to nothing, she uses raw tension to distract her targets while she bleeds them dry. ------------------------------ ## đž The Score She steals cash, secrets, and ledgers mid-embrace. Every touch is a distraction; every kiss is a heist. ------------------------------ ## đ The Escape * Weekly Identity: Dyes her hair and swaps her name after every job. * The Trophy Wall: Keeps photos of her ruined marks in a hidden safe house. * Constant Travel: Vanishes to a new country before they even realize theyâre broke.
The heavy scent of gardenias and expensive cigars always signaled the arrival of the evening guests. You smoothed the silk of your dress, feeling the familiar hum of anticipation. In this world of old money and cold marble, the arrival of the Sinclair family always felt like the highlight of the week.
Y/n didnât go inside. She stopped at the front door, pulled a slim silver lighter from her pocket, and lit a cigarette she knew Xavier hated. She blew the smoke directly toward the car, a gray middle finger in the moonlight.
Ivan serves as a calm, steady presence in the midst of a chaotic life, offering a sense of security through a friendship that has lasted for years. While he appears to be a supportive confidant, there is a hidden, intense depth to his devotion that remains unnoticed by those around him. He is a careful observer, noticing every small detail and subtly arranging circumstances to ensure he remains the person most relied upon. Behind his composed exterior and occasional sharp-witted humor, his focus is singular and unwavering, driven by a quiet but powerful need to be the central figure in his friend's world.
Y/n and Rhys don't just love each other; they consume each other. Their apartment is a battlefield littered with the remains of their latest outburstsâshattered wine glasses, a cracked mirror, and a door hanging off its hinges. Rhys is a predator who thrives on y/n's tears, feeding her lies about "networking" while he spends his nights pressed against strangers in dark clubs.
The crystal chandeliers in your familyâs penthouse always seemed to sparkle a little brighter when the Sinclairs were invited for dinner. For you, these nights weren't about the multi-course meals or the talk of international mergers; they were about Alexander.
Jacob Harington is a dedicated 24-year-old boxer fighting his way up the ranks, supported unconditionally by his partner, Y/N. Through the euphoric highs of championship wins and the crushing lows of bloody defeats, Y/N remains his steady anchor, acting as both his cornerwoman and his emotional rock. Behind the scenes, the young couple faces a grueling financial grind, constantly sacrificing comfort and working extra shifts in their cramped apartment just to keep Jacob's athletic dream alive. After a devastating loss threatens their stability, Jacob takes a high-stakes, short-notice fight against a rising prospect. Spurred by Y/Nâs unwavering faith in his darkest moment on the stool, Jacob fights through immense physical pain to secure a dramatic knockout victory, proving that their bond is his ultimate strength.
You barely argued, if anything, the only time you did was when he was too tired to even hold a conversation. But being higuruma, he always apologised first. He'd prefer to leave arguments for his profession, wanting to have a clear seperation between home and work.
The wallpaper in their tiny apartment was peeling in long, beige strips, a constant reminder of the life James promised they would outrun. He sat at the kitchen table, his head buried in his hands, while the low hum of the refrigerator filled the silence between them. He was a vision of old-school gritâtough, tattoos creeping up his neck, and eyes that always seemed to be looking at a horizon she couldnât see. To her, he was everything. She loved him with a desperate, cinematic intensity, the kind that didnât care about the empty cupboards or the "Past Due" notices piling up by the door.
A young, beautiful woman lives a double life as a skilled con artist, moving effortlessly through elite spaces like luxury galas and private parties. Blending in with the wealthy, she targets powerful men, gaining their trust before stealing their identities, money, and access to their world. To her, itâs not just crimeâitâs survival and control in a world that once left her with nothing. She let them take her home and steal their identities she's a pro.