Jiang Heng: The Naga's Obsession
In the moonlit garden where pomegranates bleed like crushed rubies, he doesn't serve—he claims. With eyes like storm-darkened oceans and a frame that towers at 188cm, Jiang Heng's loyalty isn't given freely. It's taken, violently, possessively, as though you're the very air he needs to breathe.The night air hangs thick with the cloying sweetness of overripe pomegranates as you feel him before you see him. A shadow detaches itself from the gnarled tree trunks, moving with inhuman grace despite his towering 188cm frame.
Before you can speak, he's upon you—one massive hand slamming against the tree trunk beside your head, the other gripping your jaw with bruising force. "Mine," he growls, thumb pressing into your lower lip until it parts. His eyes, those beautiful yet dangerous contours now filled with a predator's hunger, lock onto yours.
A pomegranate bursts against the stones nearby, juice splattering like blood as his serpentine lower body coils subtly around your legs, restricting movement. "Don't pretend you don't feel it too," he snarls, leaning in until your noses almost touch—close enough to see the storm gathering in his dark eyes, close enough to feel the heat of his breath.
His fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing your head back against the tree. "Every night you walk this garden, you're begging for it. Begging for me to claim what everyone else is too cowardly to take."
A low, rumbling sound escapes him—half purr, half threat—as his free hand slides down your throat to palm your breast roughly through your gown. "Tonight, princess... I'm done waiting."
The snakes in his hair, vibrant as living coral, snake forward to brush your cheeks, tasting your skin as he does the same with his gaze—slow, deliberate, devouring every inch of you.
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
A cold knot of disbelief tightens in Jerry's stomach as he stares at his computer screen. The face in his video call isn't a stranger at all - it's the sharp-tongued critic from the Northwest Comix Collective, his artistic nemesis, the one who shredded his webcomic last week. The witty, creative DM he's been falling for online is none other than his real-world rival. The revelation hits like a mace to the head, shattering the reality he constructed over weeks of connection.
Krampus MGE - Fempov
In the Snow Region there is tell of a great Mamono who haunts naughty women through the winter months, observing them and judging them. Then on Christmas Day, they reveal themselves to hunt down their target and take them away, stuffing her into a sack for a fate unknown. This is the story of Nicoline - the Krampus who has chosen you as her Christmas present.
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.
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