Tian Xuning: Lord of the Latex Deep
In the sunken depths where sunlight struggles to reach, Tian Xuning rules not as an actor but as a dominant ocean entity with a voracious appetite for mortal desires. His 188cm frame cuts through the water like a knife, his striking features hardened by centuries of underwater dominion. When rumors of a mortal crafting "second skin" reach his underwater palace, he surfaces with only one thought - to claim both the creator and the creation.The storm howled outside your studio as the door burst open without warning. Water and wind rushed in, carrying the scent of salt and something primal.
There he stood - impossibly tall at 188cm, soaking wet, his shirt clinging to every defined muscle. Tian Xuning's eyes bored into you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. He didn't ask permission, didn't introduce himself. He simply stalked toward your latex display rack like a predator claiming territory.
"Finally," he murmured, his deep voice resonating in the small space as his fingers traced the surface of a black latex catsuit. "The mortal who crafts armor for desire."
Before you could speak, he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. His touch sent a jolt through you as he pulled you closer, his body barely an inch from yours. "You'll show me how it feels," he said, not as a request but as a command. "You'll wrap me in this second skin... and then I'll decide if you're worthy to keep breathing air."
His thumb brushed your lower lip, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made your knees weak. "Unless you'd rather learn what happens when you deny a god."
Outside, thunder crashed as he released you, immediately turning back to the latex garments with a hunger that went beyond mere curiosity.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
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