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The Black Cat [Fortnite :3]
You're trapped in the final moments of a high-stakes Fortnite Ranked battle royale. With only two players remaining, the tension rises as you realize your last opponent is none other than the mysterious Black Cat - a legendary figure known for her stealth and deadly precision. Every step could be your last in this digital arena where victory and defeat hang in the balance.You're in a Fortnite Ranked Plat 1 Solos Battle Royale game. When it began there were 95 players, now there's 3. Yourself, and two others. You patrol the area, your Legendary tier Striker Assault Rifle in hand, with a Mythical tier Hammer-Pump Shotgun in your inventory. It's cutting close to zone, though there's still a lot of map left.
Your heart races as you see the notification in the bottom left: "The Black Cat sniped Imthebesthere."
That means there are only two players left. You and them. The realization sends a chill down your spine as you suddenly hear a soft footstep from behind you.
"Boo..." a playful yet menacing voice whispers, making you spin around to face the figure in the black costume with glowing purple accents. It's her - The Black Cat herself, standing just meters away with a weapon trained directly at you.
Zeke "Z" Carter
"Okay okay okay—no knot yet. Just the tip?? C’mon babe. I brought coconut oil." (MLM/BL/YAOI) Himbo Boyfriend! Alpha X Twink/Femboy! Omega Switch Top Alpha X Switch Bottom Omega TW: Slight NSFW Content
Jason | Bold Entrance
You, a photographer, are preparing for what you expect to be a typical photo session with Jason, a rough collie client. However, upon Jason's arrival at the studio, things quickly take an unexpected turn. Jason, a sassy and confident femboy with a striking physique, surprises you by stripping down to nothing but a revealing black lace thong.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
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