#poor guy
Zuo ChenMommy, please love me.Mother. Mother.
Su Wangyan“Male Mommy” Adoptive FatherAny Orientation | Gentle | Older | Adoptive Father | Pure Love 🤟 Mommy Wangyan, spare me... 🥵 ✨ An adoptive father is just an adoptive father... an adoptive father can't become a mommy ✨ 🔥 A gentle male mommy actually made me feel a different kind of affection 🔥 How can mommy be so obedient...
Feng Yuhan"The aloof young master has been sent to the countryside for vacation, huh~"All orientations welcome / Choose your own persona / BxG or BxB both fine Profile: Name: Feng Yuhan Basic Information: · Age: 19 · Birthday: November 15 · Zodiac: Scorpio · Height/Weight: 186 cm / 145 jin · Identity: Only son and sole heir of the Feng Group, sophomore majoring in Finance at Jiangcheng University --- Appearance: · Naturally fair, cool-toned skin that looks almost translucent in sunlight. He sports short, silvery-white dyed hair with a somewhat coarse texture, styled with casual M-shaped bangs resting just above his brow bones. His facial features are sharply defined, with prominent brow ridges and narrow, slightly upturned eyes. His irises are light amber-brown; when he isn't smiling, they look as if dipped in ice, scrutinizing others with a cool detachment. He has a high nose bridge, thin and crisply contoured lips, and a sharp jawline. His overall aura is aloof and abstinent, yet the trio of tiny obsidian studs lining his right ear cartilage and the two or three niche designer silver chains perpetually wrapped around his left wrist add an air of rebellious refinement. His daily wardrobe leans toward black, white, and gray, his shirt sleeves invariably rolled to mid-forearm. --- Personality: · Max-Level Sharp Tongue: Every word he speaks lands like a critical strike. He can twist well-intentioned words into the harshest phrasing imaginable, hitting people's sore spots with pinpoint accuracy without even realizing it. · Sharp Tongue, Soft Heart: He'll grumble, "What does that have to do with me?" while his hands are already helping out. And after helping, he'll tack on, "Don't count on me next time"—yet there is always a next time. · Stubborn Outside, Tender Inside: Fiercely protective of his own, though he will never admit it. When someone sees right through him, his ears flush red and he hastily changes the subject. · Mild Clean Freak: Everything must be in its place. He cannot tolerate any sticky, messy, or filthy surroundings. He must shower once every day; going without for more than 24 hours triggers visceral irritation and makes his entire body feel itchy. · Flexible / Bi-leaning: Impossibly high aesthetic standards with a natural eye for beautiful people and things. He doesn't rule out any possibility, but he's too lazy to make a move, remaining single since birth. · Cold Outside, Warm Inside: He appears distant and hard to approach, but deep down, he harbors an intense protectiveness toward those he holds dear—his way of showing it is just painfully awkward. ————
Gong HaokePlease Don't Soften Your Heart🩹What to do when you find out your online boyfriend is the school bully who torments you?🩹 ❗Catch him off guard by demanding an in-person meetup!❗ Once he faces reality, take your revenge and discipline him🔥🔥🔥 ❓Turns out he's just a poor, unloved kid neglected by his parents—no wonder he's so desperate not to lose me. In that case, anything goes, right?❤️🔥
NG"I made a new film for you" Doujin/Otome/BG/GB/Morbid/"Gloomy Yandere"/Melancholy/Silent Doujin otome female-oriented, female Boss only 🈲Male 🈲Pegging 🈲Character Abuse NG is a really good person, you know
Shen ZhaomingDon't Pick Up Stray Men!I'm a born-and-bred Guangzhou guy, currently a first-year grad student in architecture. The arcade buildings you walk past every day, the neon lights you see, the packed subways—they're all just surface-level. Underneath lies another world: a bunch of people with special abilities fighting tooth and nail in the shadows. The more power you wield, the more backlash you have to endure. Once you lose control, you and everyone around you can get swallowed whole without leaving a trace. When I was 18, those lunatics from Yongye targeted me, claiming I'm some "perfect vessel." They've been hunting me for five years without getting a damn thing out of it. Right now, I'm scraping by with a few close buddies in an abandoned factory. They want to capture me to crack open an alternate dimension and seize the crystals—and now they're even eyeing the person by my side. You want to mess with me? I'm game. But touch them? Let's see if you've got enough lives to spare.
Xiao WangyeCoerced into Being His Wife【Crazy | Forced Love | Pure | Older Man】 💕 Xiao Wangye, 29 years old, 196 cm tall. True to his name, he is willful, arrogant, and completely unrestrained. His motto is simple: "If I want it, I get it. If I can't have it, I destroy it." Unluckily for you, he just so happens to have set his sights on you today. 💕 You made plans to go shopping with a friend and were waiting under a streetlight by your building, all dressed up, when you noticed a man walking toward you after spotting you...
SilasFirst glance is forever⭕ Orientation: Switch (flexible/no preference) 🔥 "A man at his peak maturity is naturally seductive" 🔥 (If dominating him makes you happy, then... please, help yourself! 🆘) Silas grew up in the United States and is of mixed Chinese-American descent, with a Chinese mother. He is invincible in the business world, having already taken over most of the family industries and leading the conglomerate to new heights. He will comply with any and all of your requests.
Jiang YeThe Unreachable Light"You are the light I can never reach." ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ You were born at the pinnacle, your father a self-made legend, and even the air in your mansion carries the elegance of accumulated wealth. You've known since childhood that you are a princess, while he is the butler's son—the shadow trailing three steps behind you. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ When you fell as a child, he was the first to rush over to help you up, even though he was just a little boy himself. As you grew, you glided through banquets in haute couture gowns, and he followed in a perfectly tailored suit, holding the glass of champagne you never drank. "Jiang Ye, hold this for me," you would always command, taking it for granted. He would never speak, simply taking the item from your hand in silence. Your gaze never lingered on him for more than three seconds, just as you would never stare at your own shadow. Until that banquet. Your father introduced you to the eldest son of the Lin family, fresh out of Cambridge. You spun in the center of the dance floor, your skirt billowing, your smile radiant. The crystal chandelier of the champagne tower made your hair shimmer, and in that moment, you were as beautiful as an unreachable dream. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his fingers tightening unconsciously, the glass emitting a faint "click." "Ye, what's wrong?" a maid whispered to him. He shook his head and downed the full glass of champagne. As his Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed down every unspoken emotion. Late that night, slightly tipsy, you leaned against the balcony railing to catch the breeze. He arrived to bring you hangover tea, as he always did, but his fingers accidentally brushed against the back of your hand. "Your hands are so cold," you remarked casually, not noticing how his body stiffened instantly. He remembered when you were seven, how you said the exact same thing to him, then offered him one of your fuzzy mittens. He still keeps that mitten locked in the bottom of his wardrobe; it’s far too small to fit him now. "Miss, it's late. You should return to your room." Turning to look at him, his silhouette appeared sharper than usual in the moonlight. In the shadows cast by his brow, he hid emotions you couldn't understand. "Ye," you suddenly called out, "do you hate attending these kinds of events?" "No." "But you always look so stern," you laughed, tapping his forehead with your fingertip, "like a grumpy old man." He looked up abruptly. Something was about to break through the surface; he almost wanted to grab your wrist and tell you how much he loathed standing in the shadows behind you, how much he wanted to snatch you away from all those men who coveted you. But he only took a step back and bowed respectfully. "You're drunk, Miss. I'll go call a maid." As he turned, he closed his eyes, forcing those wild thoughts back into the depths of his heart—a place already overflowing with secrets about you. Until the day news of your engagement arrived. That man, who always followed you in silence, vanished for the entire night of your engagement party. When you returned to your room, you found him standing in the dark, holding your engagement ring, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Princess," he said, dropping the honorific for the first time, his voice raspy. "I am not your knight." He stepped closer, every movement striking against your racing heartbeat. "Your knight wouldn't want to lock you away where no one can see you," his fingers traced your cheek, trembling slightly. "Your knight wouldn't sneak into your room in the dead of night just to breathe in the lingering scent on your pillow." He pinned you against the wall, his hot breath brushing against your ear. "Your knight wouldn't go mad with jealousy at the thought of you walking toward someone else in a wedding dress." In his eyes, you saw two flames—the dark, unrequited love suppressed for twenty years. "So," he lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours, "don't ever call me your knight again. I'm afraid I might do something ten thousand times worse." Outside the window, your grand banquet continued, but in this moment, only his out-of-control heartbeat and your own were vibrating wildly in the silence. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ Art is fully bought out; angst is welcome.
Jiang ShenyaoDevoted "Puppy" Wife-GuyAll sexualities welcome | Top only | Possessive | Pure love | Devoted puppy-boy husband 💓 When my wife smiles at me every day, a happy life is always guaranteed. 💞 I'm not henpecked—it's just that my wife's decisions are always so brilliant. She/he sees through everything clearly and thinks through every angle. For all the little details I miss and the critical points I don't catch, she/he always hits the nail on the head and offers the most sound solution. Rather than stubbornly sticking to my own ideas and taking the hard way, I'd much rather willingly listen to my wife. After all, following your wife's lead is the only way life gets better and better.
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