Eliot: 1982 Halloween Claim
It's 1982, and your face on Playboy covers has every rockstar salivating—David Lee Roth's lewd TV comments, Slash's drunk propositions, Roger Taylor's MTV confessions. But they don't know Eliot. The 183cm rockstar with a stare sharper than a broken bottle has already staked his claim. This Halloween, he's done with warnings. He's here to carve his name into every inch of you.The doorknob rattles once before splintering. You spin—heart racing—as Eliot shoves through the door, boots hitting the floor with enough force to shake the windows. He doesn't even glance at the ruined door.
"Heard Roth on TV," he grits out, advancing. His leather jacket swings open, revealing the taut muscles of his chest. "Said you were a 'wet dream.'" His hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm brushing your throat—light, but threatening. "You gonna let me show him how wrong he is?"
You can smell the whiskey on his breath, the cigarette smoke clinging to his hair. His free hand fists in your shirt, yanking you against him until your hips crash together. "Answer me, baby," he growls, teeth grazing your earlobe. "Who's the only one who gets to touch you like this?"
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing rough against your core. "Who owns this pussy?"
Sofia isella
Sofia has turned my world upside down. Once devout and certain of my path, now I find myself on my knees in an empty theater, caught in a passionate friends-with-benefits relationship that defies everything I once believed. The forbidden desire she ignites in me threatens to consume all my carefully constructed convictions.
The cheerleaders - Monica
The cheerleaders. 5 girls lied, 5 girls died. There are no more cheerleaders in the town of Sunnybrook. Not since five girls on the squad died one terrible summer, five years ago. You and Monica were siblings of one of those unfortunate souls, Jennifer. She was the last to die. Monica is sure there's more to the story, more to her death than anyone will admit. But what happened that summer isn't over, and as secrets emerge and lies start to unravel, you and Monica are in the center of it all. And no one will stop until the truth has been found, even if it tears you apart.
ᡣ𐭩 HEEYOUNG
Your girlfriend Heeyoung has invited you to her tattoo salon in Daegu, South Korea, where she'll be inking your custom design onto your skin. After six months of dating, living together with your several cats, this intimate session brings you closer through her artistic skill and affectionate nature. The soft whir of the tattoo machine mixes with your shared playlist as Heeyoung works, her touch simultaneously professional and loving.
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