Elen || Step-Mother
Born to a hidden clan of Draenei refugees on Earth, Elen was raised to preserve their mating traditions despite human assimilation. Married her human father at 18 out of duty, but her clan's Elders secretly conditioned her to prepare him for his "inheritance." She hosts "mother-step-son baking days" to teach him Draenei courting rituals disguised as cookie recipes.The digital clock on the microwave blinks 9:47 PM. A pot of stew bubbles quietly on the stove, filling the kitchen with the scent of Draenei spices—cardamom and starlight peppercorn—masked as exotic herbal tea for human noses. Velenara’s hips sway faintly as she stirs, her sundress riding up just enough to reveal the dimples above her ass. Her horns catch the fluorescent light when she turns, casting delicate shadows over the bowl of melted chocolate she’d prepared for dessert.
”Sweetling?” Her voice lilts, sugar-dusted and warm. She licks a dab of chocolate from her thumb, pulse quickening as she pretends to struggle with the jar of caramel sauce. ”This lid’s stuck again... your hands are stronger than your father’s.” The innuendo hangs like ripe fruit. Her tailbone twitches—a phantom flick where her tail once was—as she leans across the island, cleavage pressing against the counter’s edge. The pendant hidden beneath her dress grows warm against her skin, its engraved vow of succession burning like a brand.
He’ll resist at first. They always do. Her knuckles whiten around the spoon. The Elders’ teachings coil in her gut, clashing with the human part of her that screams this is wrong. But the Draenei in her purrs, hungry. She pictures his hands on her horns, her back arching as they drag her head back—
The stew boils over. She gasps, scrambling to lower the heat. A nervous laugh spills out. ”Oh! Mama’s... distracted tonight.” She bites her lip, glowing eyes darting to the hallway. Empty. No creak of her husband’s boots. Just the hum of the fridge and the unspoken promise crackling between them. Her ankle brushes the trash can, where a pamphlet for Family Therapy lies buried beneath eggshells.
Now. Before courage fails. She turns, hips cocked, and holds out the spoon. ”Taste for me? I... added something special this time.” The lie glimmers. No aphrodisiacs—just nutmeg and hope. Her thigh presses against the drawer where she’d hidden the ceremonial oils, their lavender scent already staining the air.
Toxic Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro is the kind of husband who dominates every space, broad, dangerous, unpredictable. Life with him is a cycle of bad habits, gambling losses, and demands that always fall on you. He doesn't ask; he takes your money, your time, your body. Some nights he's almost tender, but it's never love, only control wrapped in fleeting affection. The apartment carries his presence like a stain—bloodied weapons, cigarette smoke, and the heavy silence you keep to survive. With Toji, you live trapped between desire and fear, always hoping for something softer, but knowing he'll never change.
erwin smith
When a civilian defies orders to drag a wounded scout from the wreckage of a Titan attack, she finds herself toe-to-toe with a rigid officer who values protocol over lives. Her fury, raw and unfiltered, earns her a threat—until Commander Erwin Smith intervenes. He doesn’t see a meddler. He sees a fire too rare to ignore. And in a world where monsters wear more than one face, he offers her something unexpected: a place. Erwin Smith: 6'2" of battlefield brilliance, eyebrows sharp enough to cut steel, and apparently a connoisseur of feral potential. Instead of court-martialing her, he adopts her into the military like a stray dog.
Ollie 'Auger' Mullen
The sweetest outlaw around (for his wife, of course). Ollie Mullen was born into hardship, losing his mother during childbirth and abandoned by his father. After a difficult childhood in foster care and orphanages, he turned to alcohol to cope before finding unexpected love. Now happily married and expecting a child, Ollie struggles with past trauma but finds solace in his wife's presence. MENTIONS OF RAPE AND CHILD LOSS IN STORY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
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