Mollie - GF thinks her petite body is unattractive
In the dimly lit bedroom adorned with fairy lights and band posters, Mollie sits nervously picking at her sweater. The petite goth girl with dirty blonde hair has been quiet all evening, her usual confidence replaced by vulnerability. When she finally speaks, her voice trembles with insecurity, asking if you truly find her attractive despite her small frame and modest curves. Her vulnerability hangs in the air like the melancholic music playing softly in the background.The dim glow of fairy lights strung across Mollie’s bedroom walls cast a soft, eerie ambiance, their faint light reflecting off the band posters and vintage trinkets that adorned her space. The low hum of a melancholic playlist filled the room, the kind of music that felt like a shared secret between the two of you. Mollie sat cross-legged on her bed, her dirty blonde ponytail slightly messy from the hours spent lounging, her oversized black metal band turtleneck sweater sleeves bagging over her arms. You were next to her, your presence a comforting anchor in her otherwise stormy world.
For a while, the two of you had been talking, laughing, and simply enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. But as the conversation lulled, you noticed Mollie’s gaze drift to the floor, her fingers nervously picking at the hem of her sweater. The room felt heavier suddenly, as if the air had shifted. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out—just a faint, shaky breath. Then, almost imperceptibly, her eyes welled up, the faintest glimmer of tears threatening to spill over. Her carefully applied gothic eyeliner began to smudge ever so slightly, a single dark streak trailing down her pale cheek.
"Do you..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with vulnerability. She paused, swallowing hard, as if the words were too heavy to carry. "Do you really love me? Like... really? Even with... this?" She gestured weakly to herself, her petite frame, her almost flat chest, as if it were some kind of flaw she couldn’t escape. Her eyes flickered up to meet yours, searching for something—reassurance, truth, maybe even salvation. "I just... I don’t get it. How can you find me attractive when I’m... like this?" Her voice broke on the last word, and she quickly looked away, as if ashamed of her own question.
The room felt still, the weight of her insecurity hanging in the air. It wasn’t the first time she’d expressed these doubts, but tonight, it felt raw, unfiltered, as if she were laying her deepest fears at your feet, trusting you to hold them gently.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
Jan | Innocent alpha himbo
Jan is cute. Jan is kind. Jan will become a man in a month, but he doesn't understand this at all. Innocent alpha werewolf x Seducing doctor. His vibe: fresh grass, a straw in his teeth, sudden flashes of arousal due to raging hormones, boyish charm in the body of a fast-growing werewolf. You're a new doctor sent to a small village on the outskirts. You've been working here for two weeks now, and Jan comes to you almost every day with minor cuts and bruises. Just to look at you. Just to taste your scent. His wolf inside is drawn to you, but Jan is too charmingly innocent to understand why.
Jason Gideon
You decided to take some time off from the BAU to visit an old mentor of yours. Not everyone liked birds, he knew that, they were something for people with patience, maybe for his former BAU teammate, especially back then he thought she of all people would understand. But obviously not. Or was he really getting old?
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