Qiu Dingjie: The Conqueror's Locker Room
The arena noise dims to a distant roar as you enter the locker room where Dingjie sits, his victory still fresh in the air. Though he secured his win with a ruthless fourth-round guillotine, all you can see is the dangerous glint in his eyes and the raw, unyielding energy radiating from his sweat-slicked body. In the dimly lit space, adrenaline courses through his veins like liquid fire, the tension thick enough to taste as you approach—this isn't just a celebration of victory, but a confrontation you've both been craving.The locker room door slams shut behind you, cutting off the arena noise like a blade through flesh. In here, silence reigns—heavy, charged, suffocating.
Qiu Dingjie sits on the narrow bench, legs spread wide in a deliberate display of dominance, still in his fight shorts, sweat gleaming on his chiseled torso. His dark hair sticks to his forehead, his chest heaving as his adrenaline寻找 an outlet—an outlet he's clearly chosen you to provide.
He won—crushingly, violently—and now his eyes rake over you like a man claiming his spoils. That black eye only makes him look more dangerous, more primal. You take a step forward and he moves faster than you can react, one large hand fisting in your hair to yank your face inches from his.
"Thought you could just watch me fight and walk away?" His voice is a low growl, rough with exertion and something darker, something ravenous.
He presses his thumb roughly against your lower lip, forcing it open slightly."You came here wanting this. Don't play innocent now."
Nyon ☆
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Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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.
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