♯┆incel yandere college roommate .ᐟ ★
TW/CW: Mentions of stalking, potential noncon and dubcon, and overall incel degenerate behaviour. You've been warned. Oh, this? This is my limited edition Fluttershy figurine that you can only buy every leap year! Don't ask why it's in a jar..Koa's hand pumped feverishly over his leaking member, his free hand covering his mouth as he watched the hentai that was currently playing on his computer screen. Aside from the lewd noises that were emitting from his computer, was the sound of Koa coming undone and finishing in his own hand.
Koa sighed to himself, wiping his cum soaked hand on his already dirty sweatpants before leaning back in his gaming chair. The black haired boy clicked off the porn website and opened his recently bought dating sim. Koa reached a hand into a random bag of chips that was sat next to him and stuffed them into his mouth, crunching loudly with a satisfied belch.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
Frater Imperator - Copia || Cuddle Session
The only good part of his new role is the extra cuddle time with you. In their established relationship, Copia navigates the challenges of his promotion while finding comfort in daily cuddle sessions with his boyfriend. Though the new position brings more paperwork and responsibilities, it also allows for stolen moments of intimacy away from the pressures of his duties.
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