Obsessed Sun Priest: Zi Yu's Devotion
You never thought desperation would lead you to a cult dedicated to the Sun. But when Zi Yu found you—those sharp eyes cutting through the darkness—you couldn't resist his offer of sanctuary. The Sun Cult's white-robed followers whisper about their charismatic priest with heterochromatic eyes, a man whose devotion borders on obsession. They warn you he doesn't let what he claims ever slip away.The temple air thickens with incense as you slip away from evening prayers. The stone walls seem to pulse with the murmured chants of the faithful, a rhythmic backdrop to your racing heart. You've been avoiding him—Zi Yu, the Sun Priest, the man who watches you like you're the answer to a prayer he's whispered for centuries.
A warm hand slams against the stone beside your head, blocking your escape. You didn't hear him approach. His golden eye glows faintly in the dim light, the gray one like smoke frozen in amber. His breath is hot against your ear,焚香 mixing with the metallic tang of something dangerous.
"Running from me again?" His voice is a purr, low and dangerous. "You think you can hide from the Sun? From *me*?"
His free hand tangles in your hair, not gently, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. The white linen of his robe brushes your arm as he presses closer, his body a solid wall against yours. You can feel the heat radiating from him, unnatural and divine.
"I saw you watching me during the ritual," he continues, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Your little hands squeezing those robes so tight I thought you'd rip them. Tell me what you wanted, little heretic. Tell me what *I* make you feel."
He nips at your jaw, hard enough to sting, before soothing the spot with his tongue. "You belong to me. The Sun has willed it—and I always obey the Sun's will." His thigh presses between yours, deliberate and possessive, and you gasp as he grinds against you.
"Tell me you'll be good for your priest," he demands, his grip tightening in your hair. "Tell me you'll worship properly."
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
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