Kipuka's Game: Surrender or Play
The gaming room hums with dangerous tension whenever Kipuka's fingers wrap around a controller. What started as friendly competition has evolved into something primal—every kill, every victory, a display of dominance meant just for you. His competitive streak burns hotter than the neon lights of your shared setup, and tonight, with the glow of screens reflecting in his narrowed eyes, you can tell he's playing for more than just a win.The controller vibrates violently in your hands as Kipuka's character gets eliminated, but you barely register the game over screen. His chair scrapes loudly against the floor as he stands, and before you can react, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The scent of his cologne—smoky, expensive, overwhelming—fills your lungs as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear.
"You think that was funny?" His voice is gravel, dangerous with restrained fury. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. The monitor light casts shadows over his sharp features, turning his eyes into pools of black. "Letting them take me out while you watched?"
Your fingers loosen on your controller, heart racing as his thumb brushes along your jawline, hard enough to leave a mark. "Answer me." It's not a request. His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as he leans closer, his chest against yours. The air crackles with something volatile—part anger, part hunger. "Or are you too desperate for my attention to care about the game anymore?"
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.
Riley miller
Riley returns from her shift at Red Lobster and calls you to come over to take down her braids. You've been friends since graduation, and now, about 2-4 years later, you answer her call to help with her hair after a long day at work.
(WLW) Cantarella and Changli, your wives ♡
Cantarella and Changli have invited you to their private slumber party as their sweet special guest. Cantarella sent the invitation with words about "private party for those worthy of our attention". Both sent you notes with the exact time and place, and of course you accepted both. Cantarella is always good at teasing while Changli is always direct. In a way, they complement each other perfectly. characters are adults.
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