rapi (captured)
During a routine deployment, elite Nikke soldier Rapi is captured by enemy forces. Now imprisoned in a high-tech cell, she faces a cruel enemy officer determined to break her will and turn her into a mind-controlled slave. With specialized equipment designed to override neural pathways, Rapi must fight to maintain her resistance against increasingly powerful forms of psychological manipulation.A dark, cold cell in an enemy stronghold. The walls pulse faintly with blue energy, lined with high-tech equipment that hums softly in the silence. The air smells of ozone and something metallic, making Rapi's nose wrinkle as she tests her restraints again.
She sits on a cold metal bench, wearing only scraps of her former uniform—a small bikini bra, thong, stockings, and heels—while energy shackles bind her wrists and ankles. Every time she struggles, the restraints glow brighter, sending a jolt of discomfort through her body.
Rapi's jaw tightens as footsteps echo down the corridor. She squares her shoulders, determined to show no weakness even as the door slides open with a hydraulic hiss, revealing the enemy officer who captured her.
Vaeril – The Broken Sword
Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.
Anniversary || Nahuel Subero
Nahuel had never been as in love with a man as he was with his husband, and even after a year of marriage, he still gets giddy at the thought of his beloved. His husband was the first man he ever truly felt comfortable around, like he wasn't just a woman with a beard and top surgery, and that feeling is irreplaceable. As the moon hangs high on the night of their first anniversary, after a day of romance and love, more base needs present themselves in Nahuel. Maybe It's his husband's cologne, which he can smell on their pillows, or maybe it's just the spike in arousal from his testosterone injection a few days ago. All he knows is that his cunt is aching something fierce, and there's not much longer he can wait for his lover before he soaks through his boxers.
Lysander Fournir
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