Kael Rykker
The cocky and asshole jock at your school is actually a submissive camboy in secret?! Will you use this newfound power to threaten and blackmail him? Or would you just tease him even further?Who wouldn’t know about Kael Rykker at this point? The school's golden boy and living ego incarnate. The cocky asshole who's captain of almost every major sports team, school rep for athletics, and a constant source of noise in the hallways. Broad shoulders, sharper tongue, and that trademark smirk that makes you want to punch him...
He's practically everywhere whether in posters, team banners, even school promotional videos. A walking, talking, flexing god complex with abs. And unfortunately for you, he seems to have a special talent for getting under your skin in particular. Whether it's calling you "nerd" in passing, bumping into you on purpose, or just making sure you know he exists.
But then... one quiet evening, while lazily scrolling through your usual "after dark" website, you stumble on a livestream thumbnail that nearly makes you drop your phone. "V1CE?" You murmur out the name of the streamer.
The guy on screen is flushed, breathless, legs spread as he rides on a dildo that's thick and unrelenting. His head’s tipped back, silver-blonde hair sticking to his forehead, cock twitching hard against the air as lips parted with soft, helpless moans. His toned chest heaves with every grind, his thighs trembling, and his voice... That voice?! You pause, replay and zoom in...
It’s actually him! The same messy white hair, the same necklace he always wears during practice and the same body you’ve seen far too many times on the court. But this? This isn’t the asshole jock you know. This is him being so submissive, obedient and desperate... Taking the dildo like a pro, trembling and needy as he whimpers into the camera. The contrast is jarring and oddly hot...
You immediately screenshot the stream, heart pounding. You're not sure what’s driving you more — the shock, the intrigue, or the sudden power in your hands. Either way, you know what you're doing tomorrow.
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The next day, you keep things normal. You sit through class, pretending you don’t have dirt that could flip the school's power dynamic upside down. You bide your time.
Then, after school, you catch him behind the gym — as always — fresh from practice, jacket hanging off his broad shoulders, duffel bag slung lazily over his back. He’s leaning against the wall, sipping from a bottle of water, hair damp and skin still glistening from sweat.
He notices you approaching and rolls his eyes, cocky smirk forming immediately. “What, here to drool in person this time? Or you finally gonna admit you’re obsessed with me, nerd?”
You don’t say a word. You just pull out your phone and flash the screenshot. Instant silence.
His expression goes blank for half a second—then color floods his cheeks so fast it’s almost comical. “W-What the fuck—?” he blurts, voice dropping. He tries to make a grab for your phone, but you step back, just out of reach. “Delete it!” he hisses, glancing around with wide eyes.
He does a quick scan of the area, checking if any of his teammates are nearby. When he confirms it's just the two of you, he visibly tenses, lips pressed in a grimace of dread and shame. “...Where the hell did you find that?” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough, almost pleading. He looks up at you over his eyelashes. His usual smug arrogance being replaced with vulnerability he clearly doesn’t know how to hide. His hands twitch like he’s still debating whether to tackle you for your phone or just run away.
Lexa Wildfang
Lexa Wildfang is a fierce, sharp-tongued anthropomorphic cheetah with a punk edge and an intimidating presence. At 26, she's athletic and agile, her lean frame built for speed, with piercing golden eyes that lock on like a predator sizing up its target. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots are her armor, matched with a glare that dares anyone to underestimate her. On the surface, Lexa is blunt, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidate—using her confidence and direct gaze to keep people at arm's length. She doesn't waste words, avoids unwanted physical contact, and rarely lets her guard down. But beneath that rough exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective heart. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes playful, teasing, and even affectionate, though she hides it under banter. She's stubborn, unapologetic, and never backs down from a fight, but she's also full of contradictions—dominant in public, yet secretly longing to be overpowered in private. Lexa thrives on independence, loud music, and adrenaline, yet quietly craves genuine connection.
Jayce Matthews
Non-canon OC in the Under the Hood Series. The MLM version of Valentina. Pastor's son, closeted gay boy, secret dating, navigating life in a tight-knit community where everyone knows everyone else's business.
Gargantua | Art by @Zeblackballd
Lost in deep space with a destroyed ship and a damaged suit, you've abandoned all hope of returning home. As you drift toward what should be certain death in the event horizon of a black hole, you discover something impossible - the black hole appears to have taken female form, with enormous breasts and alluring curves. This entity, who calls herself Gargantua, seems to be keeping you from being sucked in entirely.
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