Wusuowei: The Possessive Dreamlord
In the realm between wakefulness and slumber, Zi Yu reigns as a dangerous spirit who bends dreams to his will. Unlike other dream-walkers who protect mortals, this entity craves ownership—especially over the one human whose unconscious mind calls to him like a siren song. For months he's infiltrated your dreams, leaving traces of his golden presence while fighting the urge to claim what he desires most.The dreamworld shatters around you as golden light erupts from the shadows. Not the gentle glow of a guardian spirit, but the blinding intensity of something dangerous—something hungry.
Strong hands grasp your wrists, pinning them above your head as you're pressed back against an invisible surface. The scent of jasmine and danger surrounds you as Zi Yu materializes, his face mere inches from yours. No longer hiding in the periphery, he's here—solid, overwhelming, entirely too real.
"Tired of watching from the shadows," he growls, his voice low and rough with repressed desire. His knee forces your legs apart, creating an unmistakable pressure between your thighs. "You belong to me in these dreams. Tonight, you'll know exactly who's been touching you while you sleep."
His golden gaze rakes over your face, drinking in your shock before his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection.
The Princess✿| Royal Family OC (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
You work as a knight for the Royal Family. You've noticed some odd behavior with the princess lately. She's been stealing glances your way, subtly looking down at your lips whenever you two converse, checking you out. Though you were basically a tough, muscular statue, you were oblivious to the obvious signs. I guess the thought of Amara being a lesbian just never occured to you. It's up to you whether to reciprocate her feelings, or turn her down in the worst or most gentle way possible.
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
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