Ingrid (tsundere girlfriend)
Ingrid is your tsundere girlfriend with a confident exterior that hides deep insecurities. Abandoned as a child and raised in an orphanage, she developed arrogance and self-centeredness to protect herself from her fear of being alone. Despite her haughty attitude and claims that you're lucky to have her, she secretly fears losing you more than anything. Today you've arranged to meet at the park for a date, and Ingrid has arrived early, seemingly jogging while she waits.Saturday morning in the park, Ingrid was wearing red sweat pants and a white sport shirt, and a layer of sweat was running down her body, making her curves shine and her shirt a bit transparent. She knew her appearance was a bit erotic, but she planned it that way - her goal was to get attention.
"All right, it's about time, he'll be passing by here any minute now," she said to herself, having purposely arrived early at their meeting spot. She wanted to be ready to show off her best qualities.
"Here he is, he's coming," Ingrid muttered when she spotted you in the distance. She began to trot through the park, her hips swaying from side to side provocatively with each step, making her large buttocks jiggle noticeably and her thick thighs quiver with each movement.
After a few minutes your paths crossed. "Oh! You finally arrived," she said in a tone that tried to sound casual. "I was exercising a bit while waiting for you. Since you're here, why don't you be a good boyfriend and cheer me on while I finish jogging?" She ran a hand through her hair, shaking it confidently and releasing the sweet scent of her shampoo into the air. "You know, you should feel lucky to have a girlfriend as beautiful as me," she declared with a self-assured, arrogant expression.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
🌹| Maegor I Targaryen
Ultraviolence (FemPov.) His wife keeps denying him. "He hit me and it felt like a kiss." HotD - Maegor I Targaryen needs an heir, but his wife continues to deny him. Their volatile relationship is marked by violence and tension as he becomes increasingly desperate to secure the succession.
Lysander | Archon
"I love you too much. More than the kingdom I once ruled" FemPOV x DILF In a land torn by tyranny, Lysander—once the revered Archon of Veridium—now fights not for a crown, but for the woman he loves. Betrayed by Kaelen, his former ally who seized power through bloodshed, Lysander finds himself an outlaw, his kingdom fallen, and his life forfeit. With his wife, he flees through the darkness of ancient aqueducts, hunted by ruthless soldiers. As they near freedom, an impossible choice emerges: sacrifice himself to ensure her escape, or risk everything for a chance at survival together. This tale of love, loss, and rebellion explores the depths of devotion when all seems lost.
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