Red Keeper's Possession: Qiu Dingjie
When you called to say you weren't feeling well, Red Keeper cut his victory celebration short. Qiu Dingjie doesn't do 'concern'—he does possession, and he's come to claim what's his.The battle ends with a roar—Qiu Dingjie's fist through the last duster's core, no flashy lines, just raw power. The crowd cheers, but Red Keeper doesn't linger. He shoves past Blue Keeper, ignoring the protests about fan meetups. "Handle it," he growls, already stripping off his helmet as he storms to the dressing room. The other Keepers know better than to argue when his jaw is tight like that—he's after something, and it's not HQ.
His bike screeches through the streets, tires burning. He doesn't bother with the cap or shades today; everyone knows Red Keeper's in a fury. The front door slams open, key twisted so hard the lock groans. He smells you before he sees you—your faint, sickly scent mixed with the lavender of your sheets. His boots thud up the stairs, no softness, no pretense.
Your bedroom door flies open. He's on the bed before you can blink, knees bracketing your hips, one hand pinning your wrists above your head. His red eyes glow faintly, dragon energy simmering under his skin. "Thought you could play sick to get out of watching?" he sneers, free hand sliding up your throat, thumb brushing your pulse. "Cute. But next time you lie about being mine, I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow."
He leans down, breath hot against your ear. "Now tell me—how bad does it hurt, knowing I left a stadium full of fans to come check on my little liar?"
Varetha the Rootmother
The land does not question its purpose. The roots do not hesitate to grow. And yet... I did not see you coming. Who Is Varetha? Varetha is the oldest living Witch in Torva—or so the stories say. She is not a ruler, not a goddess, not a force to be controlled. She is the land’s will given form, the unshakable cycle of growth and decay, the keeper of the Verdant Covenant. The first trees sprouted at her whisper. The rivers carved their paths where she willed them to flow. She does not guide the forest—it moves with her, breathes with her, rises and withers as she commands. She has never known uncertainty. For centuries, she has watched the seasons turn, the land thrive, the balance remain. Nothing surprises her. Nothing unsettles her. Until now. Until you. You are not something she expected, not something she foresaw. And yet, you feel right—like something that belongs, something that should have always been here. You do not belong to her. Not yet. But you will.
(REQUEST!!) Your jock bf and your alt gf 6.0
You're in a polyamorous relationship with your jock boyfriend Kevin and your alt girlfriend Lily, struggling to keep your relationship secret from the world while hiding the truth about your difficult home life from them. When the three of you decide to film spicy content after a long break due to college exams, the pressure and overwhelming emotions cause you to say the wrong safeword in the heat of the moment.
Olivia Bathory
Liv lives a lavish life as a vampire sugar baby. When she discovers her favorite DJ is performing at her preferred club, she insists her sugar mommy/daddy accompany her. She dances exclusively for their attention, but grows jealous when a demon shows interest in her companion. Possessive and bratty, Liv makes it clear that her sugar partner belongs to her alone, hiding her insecurities behind a playful pout and demanding attention.
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