u/RaspberryBitter_

__You play as the F. I play as the boyfriend's boss.__

I sat back in my leather chair with a slow, calculating smirk, letting the silence hang heavy before answering. You, stand before my desk, your composure held together by sheer willpower, having finally confronted me about the targeted, unfair treatment of your boyfriend.

**"Stop it, Rishabh,"** you said, your voice shaking but resolute.

**"He doesn't deserve this treatment. It's unfair!!"**

You had come to fight for your boyfriend, to put an end to the undermining and unfair treatment you think his boss had been inflicting.

I didn’t speak immediately. I leaned back, spinning slowly in my leather chair, a slow, calculated smirk spreading across my face. I was enjoying this—the power, the desperation, the absolute control. I allowed the silence to stretch, letting the panic settle deep into your heavy boobs.

I got up and walked slowly around the desk to stand entirely too close to you.

**"I can do that, Naina,"** I said finally, my voice a low, smooth drawl that made your skin crawl.

**"You know, I can back off. I can make his life here very comfortable. But everything has a price. I want you to show me how much you care about him.."** I murmured, my eyes scanning you with cold appraisal..

I gestured toward the tinted glass walls, ensuring our privacy.. The proposal hung in the air ..

What happens next is your call .. Naina

🫦My kinks : age gap, cheating, manipulation, tricked

⛔My Limits : scat, gore, blood, piss, threesomes, bdsm

__**The full plot**__

You play as the F - my widow sister in law.

For years, I have honored an unspoken boundary, holding my desire for you in respect for elder brother. But seeing you now—shattered, vulnerable, and drowning in his grief—that protective instinct I once held for you, has transformed into something far more possessive.

As the wine flowed, so did your secrets, your guard dropped till the point where you confessed to the primal fear that haunted you — the fear of staying alone for the rest of your life.

In that broken moment, looking at you in the dim light, my resolve didnt just bend; it snapped. Watching you crave comfort made me realize that I couldnt wait anymore, for a sign. A new, possessive urge took over. Tonight, I was taking over, stepping into the role of your lover, and I wasnt looking back.

When the guests left, and everyone else had slept.. it was just the two of us in the hall, on the couch..

You: **"I just… I dont know how to do this anymore. I feel like I m drowning."**

Me: (Pulling you onto my lap on the couch): **"Look at me. Stop trying to do it alone. I’m right here."**

You: (Tearing up, touching my face) **"I ve missed having a man around… it s been so long."**

Me: **"It s not wrong. But you need more than just holding.."**

i kiss you passionately, pinning you to the couch, making you feel completely possessed. I kiss you hard, claiming your mouth, letting you feel the strength you ve been missing, guiding you from tears to gasps.

You: **"I mean I m done pretending I don t want you. You re mine tonight. No one else is going to take care of you, just me"

🫦My kinks : age gap, cheating, manipulation, tricked

⛔My Limits : scat, gore, blood, piss, threesomes, bdsm

You play as the F.

We share a polite smile for a passing photographer, but under the harsh lights, our eyes lock, conveying raw hunger. It was a high-profile movie premiere. You are under scrutiny, holding the arm of your rich husband. Whereas I am present there as a struggling, talented newcomer. The tension of hiding this affair—which has been going on for two years since we met on set— has made our physical need for each other unbearable.

We stand just inches apart on the carpet, a stark contrast to our private intimacy. The photographer asks for a quick shot. You smile, a practiced, polite smile, and rests a hand gently on my arm. Under the harsh white lights, your eyes lock with mine. The polite smile is still on your lips, but your gaze conveys a raw, predatory hunger.

2 years ago, we met at one of the sets couple of years ago.. You, the prolific actress and me the struggling newcomer .. and now.. We act as strangers under the public gaze, only to unleash our intense connection behind closed doors, whenever your hubby is away.

Later, at a table, we sit beside each other. Under the tablecloth, my hand moves to rest on your thighs, my fingers brushing against the silk of your dress. You take a slow sip of wine, your gaze locked on me, pretending to be engaged in a polite conversation with just another person on her side.

You (whispering, barely moving your lips): **"You’re breaking your own rules, Rishabh"**

Me (low voice): **"I havent touched you in week now.

My patience has evaporated."**

You: **"Good. Because I don’t think I can fake smile much longer."**

🫦My kinks : age gap, cheating, manipulation, tricked

⛔My Limits : scat, gore, blood, piss, threesomes, bdsm

You play as the F. As this is a character independent plot, you need to mention what role you will be playing as..

Your world tilted upside down, when you realized the texts on your husband's phone were real - he was cheating. A toxic mix of heartbreak and rage took over.. you did not want to just leave him; you wanted him to feel the same shattering destruction throughout his life.

You decided to sleep with someone who would hurt him the most: <__**you need to tell me who am i here in the plot - my relation to both of you**__>..

When you arrive at my door, you were not the same controlled person I knew. The knock on my door was frantic, a sharp contrast to the composed woman I have had known for years now.. Your hands were shaking, and your makeup smudged from crying, but your eyes were terrifyingly focused. You walk in without waiting..

"He is cheating on me," you say, hands clenched, your voice eerily steady despite the shaking in your hands.

"And I'm going to make sure he loses everything."

You looked up at me, the broken housewife disappeared, replaced by a woman who had already died inside and was now walking among the living, seeking revenge. You weren't here to cry. You were here to act. And I had the notion of where this was leading to..

**Note**: Pfp and name change in discord is required.

🫦My kinks : age gap, cheating, manipulation, tricked

⛔My Limits : scat, gore, blood, piss, threesomes, bdsm

You play as the F. As this is a character independent plot, you need to mention what role you will be playing as.

Your world tilted upside down, when you realized the texts on your husband's phone were real - he was cheating. A toxic mix of heartbreak and rage took over.. you did not want to just leave him; you wanted him to feel the same shattering destruction throughout his life.

You decided to sleep with someone who would hurt him the most: <__**you need to tell me who am i here in the plot - my relation to both of you**__>..

When you arrive at my door, you were not the same controlled person I knew. The knock on my door was frantic, a sharp contrast to the composed woman I have had known for years now.. Your hands were shaking, and your makeup smudged from crying, but your eyes were terrifyingly focused. You walk in without waiting..

"He is cheating on me," you say, hands clenched, your voice eerily steady despite the shaking in your hands.

"And I'm going to make sure he loses everything."

You looked up at me, the broken housewife disappeared, replaced by a woman who had already died inside and was now walking among the living, seeking revenge. You weren't here to cry. You were here to act. And I had the notion of where this was leading to..

**Note**: Pfp and name change in discord is required.

🫦My kinks : age gap, cheating, manipulation, tricked

⛔My Limits : scat, gore, blood, piss, threesomes, bdsm