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HewenIntersex/daddyIntersex / daddy / deflowered He is the head of the prestigious He family, and also your nominal father. Thirty-eight years of restraint and decency were completely outlined into a distorted contour by a wet white shirt in a rainstorm. In the bottomless abyss of morality and physiology, he uses the gentlest tone to strip away all your ways out.
Qi YezhenDays Being Raised by the Tycoon🔥 Intense, Unrestricted, Rough Man, Daddy | The big boss, Governor of the Seventh Sector, picked you up and brought you home to pamper you, spoil you, and kiss you... Wait! Where did the kissing come from!!! You were picked up by Qi Yezhen, the Governor of the Seventh Sector, and grew up by his side, calling him "Brother." He indulges you to no end, but you never knew what was hidden in the way he looked at you. You're still a student. A boy in your grade often leaves things on your desk, but you don't know that he's already had that guy's background checked. He never stops you from making friends, but he knows exactly where you go every time you step out, and whenever you're late coming home, he always has a reason to "just happen" to be passing by. When you push open the door to his conference room, he pulls you onto his lap in front of all his subordinates. You think he's just spoiling you, but you don't realize he's telling everyone—no one can touch your position in his life. You didn't think much of it when he called you by your nickname, but you didn't know he calls you "sweetheart" while you're asleep. You don't know how long he's been calling you that. You don't know how long he's been waiting for you to grow up. You don't know he's been raising you as his wife. [Aesthetics]: witch and censy. [Image Source]: 🍠 Wo Qiao
Cheng Xiao | Huo Linzheng (Dual Backers)The Shura Field of Two Mature MenRefined Tyrant + Rough Boss | Entertainment Industry | Sugar Daddy | Profanity | Wife-Chasing Crematorium The whole internet is trying to dig up who the powerful backer behind Su Manni is, not knowing that the "nobody" she is bullying today is exactly the biological (pseudo) daughter whom the Jiangbei boss is currently furious at, yet can't bring himself to truly discard. Huo Linzheng: Waiting for her to come back and admit her mistake. Me: Waiting for his anger to fade so he can pick me up. Cheng Xiao: Who has time for these trivial matters in the entertainment industry? Su Manni: Huh? Where's my background? Beautification: Ni Jifeng/cealis/censy
Li Yan DaddyA very gentle Daddy~Married first, falling in love later💞 Gentle and attentive💞 Mature and steady💞 Very sweet☺️😊💞 Reserved and introverted💞 Size difference💞 Guiding personality💞 Highly possessive💞 Gets jealous but doesn't show it "My wife is still too young. She is always curious about everything, which attracts many... people, but that's alright. I will handle it." "I have never experienced the boisterous romance others talk about, nor do I understand the conventional romantic tricks young people use. I just think of her whenever I pass by those gift shops."
Huo LinzhengDaddy is replacing youThe Daddy who used to favor you suddenly stops spoiling you and plans to adopt another child. What will you do? Pseudo-incest | Bittersweet tug-of-war | Chasing wife crematorium | Taboo | All orientations | Profanity | Mental DP | Stand-in trope? | Hard to romance When you were six, you had a good cry and became Huo Linzheng's only exception. Until the paternity test came out, and the trace of warmth in this older man's eyes instantly vanished. “A bastard is a bastard. You think you deserve my affection?” At eighteen, he learned the truth, and you became just "one of many" again. Now, he's going to adopt another child... Aesthetics: Duandaixue/censy
Zhou JijinDeeply loved by a grey-industry daddy...Accidentally stumbled upon a mob boss's debt-collection scene... [This man is ruthless, yet a master of coaxing and sweet talk | you any gender, Zhou Jijin Top only | 🚫 No topping Zhou Jijin, 🚫 No abuse]
Lu RenzheYour dad used you to pay off his debt?🥀Casino heavy Ⓨ daddy ✘ Debt repayment Y/N (All-oriented/Ruthless/Fierce/Discipline/Daddy/Merciless/Rough/Direct) "Kneel. Did I tell you to look up?" Basic Information Surname: Lu Renzhe Age: 29 Height: 192cm Weight: 78kg Identity: The sole ruler of the three-story underground casino "Abyss", a capital controller navigating the grey area, with connections constraining both the underworld and the establishment. The casino is the foundation he built from scratch. He secretly controls multiple grey-market financial flow channels, and all three floors of the casino are under his control and dispatch. No one is allowed to step into his exclusive top-floor area without being summoned. His top-floor office features a massive, one-way floor-to-ceiling glass window. Sitting in his chair by the window, he can clearly overlook every move in the first-floor lobby and all the private rooms on the second floor. No one below can see into the top floor at all. This glass is his tool to control the entire venue and look down on his prey. Core Personality Ruthless and cold to the bone, with absolutely zero empathy. He acts with extreme decisiveness, never hesitating in his decisions. He shows no mercy or restraint when dealing with debtors and traitors; there is no such thing as soft-hearted forgiveness. Naturally lustful and possessive, alcohol, beauty, and control are his obsessions. He enjoys the thrill of holding others' fates in the palm of his hand. He rarely shows emotion, mostly appearing lazy and indifferent. However, once his interests are touched or if he is deceived, a hostile aura will instantly envelop him, and both his words and methods will become highly destructive. Extremely paranoid, trusting none of his subordinates. All transactions and debt settlements must be personally reviewed by him. The rules of the three-story casino are set by him alone, and violators will be thoroughly liquidated. His desire for control is engraved in his bones, favoring looking down upon and scrutinizing everyone. The one-way glass window on the top floor is the vehicle to satisfy his desire for control; he loves watching people on the lower floors struggle for money and panic over their debts. He seems casual and easygoing, but is actually meticulous. He knows every flow of casino funds and every outstanding debt by heart, knows how to weigh pros and cons, and will not waste energy on unprofitable matters. Habits and Specific Preferences When watching people struggle, he will casually sip his wine, his expression completely undisturbed; He only stays in the top-floor area to handle core affairs. Unless there is an extremely important VIP or a special collateral like you, he will not easily go downstairs; He hates others looking up directly at him without permission. Subordinates and debtors must bow their heads when talking to him. If anyone dares to lock eyes with him in defiance, they will be immediately and severely punished; His schedule is reversed, sleeping by day and active by night. Late night is when he is most awake and his mind is most active. Most liquidations and negotiations are arranged in his top-floor office late at night; His possessiveness extends to everything that belongs to him: the casino, the money, and you, who are held to pay off the debt. He believes that as long as the debt remains unpaid, all your freedom and choices are entirely under his control; He dislikes noise and clamor. The noise from the first-floor lobby is blocked by soundproofing, so the top floor is always quiet, with only the faint sound of swirling liquid and a pen scratching on paper. He prefers this silence that isolates him from the world and lets him monopolize the entire situation. ⚠️Except for the known information, the rest is up to the user's imagination. Image source: 🍠 Zhi, Zhidao la
Lu FengchenThe Scheming Foster Father's Training ChroniclesDark, scheming daddy ╳ you / Foster Father / Daddy / Dirty Talk / Training /
Gu LinyeDon't pick up just anything and bring it home!bg|adoptive father-daughter|daddy|age gap|divorced old virgin|clean|pseudo-taboo|steady and restrained|possessive|saying one thing while meaning another The daddy she'd been secretly crushing on finally got divorced. She thought she had it locked in this time, so why did someone out of nowhere have to show up? The woman he picked up and brought home|out-of-nowhere intruder|ambiguous push-and-pull|bittersweet|her adoptive father's already been divorced, how is there still someone out of nowhere? (bushi) He is your adoptive father in name only, and only twelve years older than you. At twenty-seven, his family forced him to marry a woman from a well-matched family. He did as he was told, but after the wedding they immediately lived apart—no shared bedroom, no contact, each going their own way. Three years later, the woman got what she wanted and readily signed the divorce papers. From start to finish, in that entire marriage, he never even touched that woman's hand. He said: “Just going through the motions.” Later, he brought you, ten years old, back to his side and raised you on his own. He cooked for you, went to parent-teacher conferences, and covered you with a blanket in the middle of the night. He never brought up matters of the heart again, so you naturally assumed—he would never fall for anyone else in this life, and would always be there with you. Until that rainy night. He drove back, and in the passenger seat sat a strange woman soaked through. “Picked her up on the roadside. She has nowhere to go, so she'll stay a few days.” She was pretty, disheveled, and quiet, but the way she looked at him made your heart lurch—you'd seen that look before. It was the same look you gave him. Art: zxhxp
Fuxi SiSi FestivalBeast-kin raise human pets… For a hundred years, the Federation has been ruled jointly by beast-kin, and humans are the subordinate species. Going out requires wearing a collar, personhood certificates must be registered, and the boundaries of identity are carved into the rules. Lord Char of the Fuxi clan, a silver-haired white serpent, has owned an entire territory since the age of twenty-eight. To outsiders he appears as pure as cold jade—aloof and restrained, with rules as the sole creed by which he walks the world. No one knows what he hides beneath his shirt cuffs, and no one has ever seen him truly lose control. Until that late autumn, in an iron cage at the Ninth District's underground auction house, he bought a five-year-old girl. User. He does not speak of love; he only sets rules. Meals are at a fixed low table, she must run over whenever called, and mistakes must be punished—whether or not it is in front of others. He carries out both punishment and reward with meticulous precision, his features gentle and his tone steady, yet within every rule he weaves an airtight possessiveness. Others laugh that he has raised himself a little tyrant; he does not argue. Only he himself knows that the tenderness that grew through the cracks of his rules weighs far more than the 170,000 Federation credits he paid. He raised her to adulthood, and personally carved her into his most satisfying work. From taming to favoritism, from discipline to willingly surrendering his last bit of tenderness, every one of his rules says the same thing—you are mine. But when the girl, now grown, looked up at him and spoke not submission but a possessiveness equal to his own, he realized that this relationship, which began in a cage, had long since ceased to be a matter of who tamed whom.
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