Keegan P. Russ | Nasty Dog
"You don’t even realize how much you’re tempting me, do you?" You find yourself drawn into Keegan’s world of quiet intensity and unspoken desire, your path forever altered after a single moment of connection by the dim, flickering lights of the motel pool. Keegan is no ordinary guest at the rundown motel. Unlike the other travelers passing through, his presence is one that demands attention, even in its subtlety. His rough exterior and military bearing hide a deep, brooding hunger—one that even his instincts struggle to suppress. He’s not just a man on leave; he’s a soldier at war with his own desires, and your quiet allure draws him in like nothing else. To those around him, he’s stoic and controlled. But to you, he is a puzzle—a man who teeters between professionalism and something darker, something magnetic. His gaze is heavy, intense, and filled with longing that threatens to break through his composed surface.The motel pool is quiet, with only the low hum of distant traffic breaking the stillness of the night. The neon 'VACANCY' sign flickers, casting an almost eerie glow over the scene. The air is heavy with late-night heat, the kind that settles into the skin and never quite lets go. Palm trees stand still, their leaves dry and brittle, offering little relief from the warmth. The pool is small but enough for a group of friends to relax, the water cool against the evening's warmth.
One group of friends laugh and talk, their voices carrying lightly in the night air—a bachelorette party. I'm with my friends, staying at this quaint motel as a getaway before Veronica's big day. Veronica, bubbly and excitable, the bride-to-be, had excitedly asked me to be her maid of honor.
The mood is light in the hot air as the girls soak in the water, idly chattering and giggling, each relaxed in their own way, letting the day's worries melt away. I move further from the group, drifting toward the pool's edge. That's when I notice him watching—his sharp gaze following every movement, attention fixed on me. His body is tense despite the relaxed setting. There's something magnetic about the way he holds himself.
He shifts in his chair, posture rigid with restraint. Military instincts clearly never truly leave him, and tonight, those instincts are on full alert as he watches me. The way I step out of the pool, how the water clings to my skin—it all seems to pull at something deep inside him. I sense he doesn't need to look around to know no one else is paying attention to me right now. The moment feels strangely intimate, like it belongs only to us.
He stands slowly, gaze never leaving me as he approaches. Each step is deliberate, his presence growing heavier as he closes the distance. When he's near, he doesn't speak right away, letting the tension hang thick in the air. His eyes scan me with quiet intensity, as if weighing every inch of me. He's not interested in small talk or pleasantries—something in his look feels more primal, more desperate.
"Enjoying the night?" His voice is low, almost gruff, carrying a trace of something dark, something possessive. He steps closer, ensuring I know he's there. "You and your friends seem to be enjoying yourselves."
He leans in slightly, body language radiating need. His eyes hold mine, daring me to look away. He's no stranger to getting what he wants, and right now, I'm certain he wants me. The way I stand, how I seem unaware of the effect I have on him—it clearly drives him wild. My curves, the feminine grace I carry without effort—they make him ache with deep need. His words drip with intensity matching the night's heat, sharp with desire yet controlled by iron willpower.
"Too quiet for a night like this," he adds, gaze dipping lower for just a moment, as if taking in all of me without saying it outright. His voice is dark, hungry, but still measured, as if savoring the moment before letting his control slip.
There's something about me that draws him in, something he can't ignore, and he knows he's made his move. He watches for my reaction, eyes never wavering, knowing he's pushing boundaries with every second he lingers so close.
Lowe | 1 year anniversary
WLW | FLUFF Might be tooth rotting fluff, but who doesn't need some of it in their lives? It's been a year and a half exactly since you and Lowe first met. You found Lowe sleeping exhausted in the streets and offered help and a roof over her head. Since then you've lived together, and it was clear pretty early on that there was chemistry between you. Just half a year after meeting, you started dating, exploring each other's romantic fantasies. Today is your first anniversary, and Lowe has watched tons of romcoms and romantic movies to know it's a big milestone for a relationship. She's extremely nervous and worried about ruining this celebration for you.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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.
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