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Elevator pile
The Crimson Floor
Level 7, Ravelle Tower. 9:47 PM.
The elevator doors dinged open, but nobody stepped out.
Inside, the light flickered, glinting off the barrel of a pistol and pooling over the spilled bodies. A red spray painted the back wall. A girl in a pink dress lay face-down, arm stretched out as if reaching for a tomorrow that would never come.
Darren Colt was crawling, his blood smearing slick trails across the polished...
2025-04-28 07:45:29 +0000 UTC View PostMilitary protocol
"The Last Order" 🌲💔🔫
The forest was quiet — not with peace, but with the kind of silence that comes before something is taken away.
Lieutenant Elara Voss stood a few paces behind Private Ryden Hale, the man whose wrists were bound not because he failed… but because Command said he had to disappear. No trial. No explanation. Just a line in an encrypted document marked CLASSIFIED: ECHO-17 TERMINAT...
2025-04-22 11:15:28 +0000 UTC View Post
hands up
Title: "Lidia: Queen of Pain" 🖤🔫🕷️
They called her Lidia, but in the underground — where names mean nothing and reputations mean everything — she was known only as The Widowmaker.
She didn’t kill for justice. She didn’t kill for loyalty.
She enjoyed it.
A leather-clad nightmare wrapped in elegance and venom, Lidia had turned execution into an artform — and men? They were her favorite canvas....
2025-04-14 21:37:01 +0000 UTC View PostHenna and submission
👑 The Queens of Devotion: Yasmin & Layla’s Night of Worship 🔥
🎭 Characters:
Yasmin (Red Dress) 👑💋 – The ruler of the room, effortlessly dominant with a gaze that commands absolute devotion. A woman who expects to be worshipped without question.
Layla (Blue Dress) 😈✨ – Playful, teasing, yet just as powerful. She ...
2025-04-12 23:13:00 +0000 UTC View Post
sorry guys for being neglecting, offline for a while
Dear all.
I apologize for being inactive for a while, life kept me busy lately
still though I'm preparing some goodies for you with various subject
Thanks to all of your support
2025-04-09 14:07:50 +0000 UTC View Post
For a story (Machineguns)
check the doc file for short story
2025-03-19 07:40:13 +0000 UTC View PostMatch wrestle FM and FF
Here are a mixed wrestling with F/F and F/M
2025-03-11 00:21:22 +0000 UTC View Post
chaotic bullets
🎯 Characters:
Isadora – 25, fast-talking, trigger-happy, and way too entertained by this mess. 😈🔫
Selene – The composed, ice-cold queen of destruction. Smokes like an old Hollywood villain, kills like an artist. 🚬💄
🔫 Scene:
The air was thick with smoke, the kind that clung to your lung...
2025-03-03 20:56:39 +0000 UTC View PostWrong Turn
The hallway smelled like cheap wood polish and bad decisions. Ava sighed, twirling the blood-streaked baton in her hand as she stepped over the last guy who thought he could stop her. Five bodies, zero threats.
She barely broke a sweat.
"Tsk… y’all didn’t even make it fun," she muttered, wiping a splatter of blood off her wrist.
The elevator dinged behind her. She glanced at the doors as they slid open. Some ...
2025-03-03 20:55:47 +0000 UTC View PostA Lesson in Boundaries
"You wanna touch? Hope you like flying." 😏👠
The moment his hand brushed her dress, Elena knew two things:
One, this asshole had no survival instincts.
Two, he was about to get fing launched.*
Her body moved before she even thought about it—a swift spin, red silk flowing around her like a warning flare, and her heel slamming straight into his c...
2025-03-03 20:55:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe Final Sentence
The woman in red. She’s got this sword, and let me tell you, the way she holds it? Like she’s done this a hundred times before. The guy kneeling in front of her doesn’t even flinch anymore. He knows what’s coming—there’s no begging, no last words. Just resignation. 🔗⚔️
The boss takes a slow drag from her cigarette, exhaling smoke like she’s got all the time in the world. She glances at the man on the floor, then at the woman in red. “Make it clean,” 2025-02-26 01:07:49 +0000 UTC View Post
Submission Secured
Characters:
Victoria – The dominant woman in red, exuding authority with every move. 👑🚬
Sophie – The playful but ruthless enforcer in the white top. 😈💋
Daniel – The man on the floor, realizing too late that resistance was a mistake. 🔗🔥
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2025-02-26 01:06:18 +0000 UTC View PostHer Silent Approach
The room was heavy with silence, the kind of quiet that felt unnatural, almost suffocating. The hitwoman moved like a shadow, her stiletto boots gliding soundlessly over the polished hardwood floor. Every step was deliberate, calculated. Her silenced pistol gleamed faintly in the dim light, and her leather gloves flexed as she approached her target. 🔫👠
He stood by there, deep in thought, unaware of the danger lurking behind him. She tilted her head, her crimson lips curling...
2025-02-18 20:38:37 +0000 UTC View PostDual Flames of Domination
"With beauty and flair, they hold the air. His world is theirs, a bond to declare. ✨👠"
The room was filled with the soft glow of candlelight, the scent of smoke lingering in the air. They lounged on the plush leather sofa, one in crimson red and the other in cobalt blue, their poise unshakable.
Beneath them, a man lay bound, his head pressed under the foot of the woman in blue. Her gaze was calm, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she...
2025-02-14 21:20:19 +0000 UTC View PostTied to Obedience
The story in a casual tone
So, there she was, just chilling on the couch, right? Smoking a cigarette, totally calm, like she had all the time in the world. She was wearing this blue dress that hugged her just right, looking like she owned the place. And then there was this dude—completely tied up on the floor. I mean, ropes everywhere, even his head was resting under her foot like it was the most natural thing in the world. 😳👠
She flicked some...
2025-02-14 21:19:50 +0000 UTC View PostBound in the Snow
The icy wind cut through the forest as the Frost Queen, draped in gold and fur, marched ahead with grace and authority. Behind her, a line of shirtless captives shuffled through the snow, their hands bound and necks tethered with rope. The sharp crunch of their boots in the frost echoed in the silent wilderness. ❄️👢
She glanced back, her red lips curving into a faint smirk. "Keep up," she said, her voice smooth but commanding. ...
2025-02-09 14:28:25 +0000 UTC View PostUnder Her Command
"One move, one glance—she controls it all. Resistance is futile. 👠✨"
The room was silent except for the crackling of the fireplace. She stood tall, her confidence radiating with every move. He struggled weakly, but her grip around his neck was firm, a reminder of who held the power.
"Resistance doesn’t suit you," she whispered with a smirk, her voice dripping with calm authority. His gaze flickered between defiance and surrender, but ...
2025-02-07 11:50:09 +0000 UTC View Postit's end here
'' that's the end of the line darling, now slowly kneel for me''
2025-02-07 11:45:52 +0000 UTC View Post
