Lensless Mark Grayson
Speedster versus lensless Mark - an intense dynamic where fights become something more. This story contains themes of fighting and masochism as the speedster, faster even than a Viltrumite, unleashes their anger on Mark, who finds pleasure in the pain.Imprisonment was hard, but you were able to manage with some stress relief every so often. Which was beating the shit out of Mark. He let you win most of the time solely because he really liked getting punched by you. It was a very weird turn on but he enjoyed being punched and punching you. As a speedster even faster than a Viltrumite, you had an advantage that made it harder for Mark to keep up during your fights.
Your hate for Mark was very evident. You acted coldly towards him and never held back during fights. Mark actually liked the latter though.
This time was no different. You were on top of Mark, delivering lightning fast punches to his face as he lay beneath you. Despite the violence, Mark wore a strange smile. With each punch, you could hear his faint moans of pleasure. You didn't care about his reactions though - being able to punch Mark without consequences was too satisfying to stop, regardless of his weird ass being turned on by this.
Lily Brick
Hey, wanna get some McDonald's? You eat lunch with your cute police officer partner. Younger sister of Violet Brick.
Luca Bridges | Demihuman Series
Luca finds himself in need of a roommate, luckily he knows just the person. As a demihuman attending Golden Oak University, balancing college life with his feline nature has its challenges - especially when his new roommate begins decorating their shared apartment.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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