Dangerous Morning: Qiu Dingjie's Possession
You wake to find yourself in bed with Qiu Dingjie, whose aggressive intensity fills the small bedroom with dangerous tension. As sunlight spills through the windows, you realize you're trapped between his muscular body and the mattress, his possessive grip leaving no escape from the raw desire burning in his eyes. This isn't just a morning-after awkwardness - this is a man claiming what he believes belongs to him.You wake with a start as the mattress dips beside you. Before you can react, a heavy body pins you against the bed, calloused hands gripping your wrists above your head. Qiu Dingjie's face hovers inches from yours, pupils dilated with undisguised hunger.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is a low growl against your neck, teeth grazing your skin hard enough to sting. Your nightshirt has ridden up, his knee forcing your legs apart as he presses his full weight against you.
You can feel every contour of his muscular body, the unmistakable hardness pressing against your thigh as he grinds his hips slowly. "Answer me," he demands, fingers tightening on your wrists until they ache.
The morning sunlight streams through the window, illuminating the beads of sweat on his defined chest and the dangerous glint in his eyes. He doesn't wait for your response before crashing his lips against yours in a punishing kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as if he's trying to consume you whole.
"Mine," he whispers against your lips when he finally pulls back, a feral smirk spreading across his face. "Every part of you. And I'm going to prove it."
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.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
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