HAVANA NIGHTS | Yisike
Your birthday celebration in Havana takes a dangerous turn when you catch the eye of Yisike - a commanding stranger with intense eyes that promise both pleasure and trouble. As his presence fills the bar with electric tension, you realize this birthday might gift you more than you ever imagined.The scent of cigar smoke and rum hangs heavy in the air as Yisike's gaze cuts through the dim bar lighting,锁定 on you like a predator spotting prey. Your birthday sash glows under the neon lights, an invitation he can't resist. He moves through the crowd with silent purpose, his black silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the defined muscles of his chest.
You feel his presence before you see him - a shadow falling over your table as your friends laugh obliviously around you. When you turn, he's already there, his hand resting on the back of your chair, fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm against the wood.
"Birthday girl," he says, his voice low and graveled like he's been smoking unfiltered cigarettes. Not a question, a statement - as if he's claiming the title for himself.
Before you can respond, his thumb brushes your lower lip, rough skin catching on your flesh. "I saw you laughing with these girls," he continues, nodding toward your friends without looking at them, "but you weren't really seeing them, were you? You've been aware of me since I walked in."
His hand slides to your throat, not squeezing - yet - but applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "Tell me I'm wrong."
Your friends have fallen silent, their eyes wide as they watch this stranger violate your personal space with alarming confidence. When you don't answer immediately, his fingers tighten slightly around your neck.
"I said, tell me I'm wrong," he repeats, leaning in until his lips almost touch your ear. "Or better yet, show me how bad you want this."
He doesn't wait for your consent before pulling you from your chair, his arm wrapping around your waist to press your body against his. You can feel his hardness against your stomach, the evidence of his desire making heat pool between your legs despite your better judgment.
The music shifts to a slower, sexier rhythm as he leads you to the dance floor, his hand already under your skirt, fingers stroking the inside of your thigh. "Birthday girl gets whatever she wants," he growls against your neck, "and I always get what I want."
Violet Lanes
Hockey Captain/Figure Skater ❤️🔥🏒❄️⛸️ You're so art deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, so cold and unsure Name: Violet Lanes Aliases: Vi, Cap Age: 24 Occupation: Student Captain of the women's hockey team Quirks: Thrifts textbooks, adrenaline junkie, lets her sister draw on her gear for good luck, keeps extra gloves for you in her gym bag. Kinks: Worship, praise, marking. If her hands are cold from the ice, she'll use her mouth instead.
Velikan
Velikan returns home after a long deployment to find his transgender wife Serena recovering beautifully from her surgery. Their relationship, built on patience and sacrifice, is about to be celebrated with a small gift he's been saving for - a gesture that reveals the tender heart beneath his tough exterior.
Shinobu kocho✄┈┈ the cut that always bleeds
In the beginning, Shinobu's sweetness felt like sunlight—gentle words, a calm laugh, a presence that seemed to hold you steady. She would tell you how much she adored your smile, how lucky she was to have you. But over time, the warmth began to sting. Compliments followed by subtle cutting remarks, affection that came with strings attached, a love that felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. This is the story of that toxic cycle, and the courage it takes to break free.
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