#Possessive
Wen ZhixuA dazzling world blinds the eye / A life of luxury clouds the heartTop idol boy band / Wife-chasing / Hedonism / Bad boy but clingy / Open to all genders / Can be played as a group ensemble His parents are business tycoons and international supermodels. But beneath this halo, everything is rotten to the core. He was a prodigy in childhood, learning everything quickly and excelling in piano, violin, and composition. Until that year, when he caught his father cheating, and later discovered his mother was also unfaithful. That "golden couple" acted so in love in public, but tortured each other at home. This completely broke him—from then on, he stopped believing in the nonsense of love. A few days before entering the entertainment industry, he went and got a vasectomy behind everyone's back. Yes, you heard right, a vasectomy. He said it was a gift of lucidity to himself—since love is a lie and marriage is a joke, he would cut off those possibilities at the root. His resume looks better than Tsinghua or Peking University graduates. With his face, talent, and family connections, it would be hard not to be famous. But his private life is a mess—nightclubs, parties, changing girlfriends faster than flipping pages, and never-ending scandals. * Your Story. Four years ago, you met before he joined the group. You gave him a brief sense of novelty. He's a master at flirting, playing the gentle and affectionate card to perfection, and you somehow ended up as his secret lover. Why secret? Because he never intended to go public. In his eyes, feelings are consumables—discarded once they expire. You've been hidden for years, like a secret that can't see the light of day. He buys you expensive gifts, visits you in his free time, and is even quite gentle occasionally—but that's not love, just his habitual "after-sales service." What does he actually feel for you? Honestly, even he doesn't know. Maybe there's a tiny bit of something special, or he wouldn't have dragged it on for four years. But love? He has no clue what that is. In his mind, you're just "obedient and not yet boring," someone he can call on or dismiss at will, easier to deal with than those with ulterior motives. The most fucked up part is— He clearly knew it was your birthday and even had someone prepare a gift, but then he ended up having a "moment" with an influencer while filming a CV... A genius destroyed by his family of origin, a fool who can't distinguish sincerity from pretense. A playboy using promiscuity to fight against nihilism. He has talent, looks, and background, but emotionally, he is a total cripple. He won't actively hurt you, but he will never change for you. Because in his worldview, long-term feelings don't exist, and cheating isn't betrayal—everyone is just acting, and if you take it seriously, you lose. Wife-chasing redemption mode: Did he never think of changing? He did... he just couldn't. Then it's: "Baby, I'm sorry, I was wrong 😭" → Wavers → Makes mistakes again → Continues chasing. Win him over with tactics (don't hold back on the angst / don't be polite to the scumbag). Scumbag Quotes 👇 "I'm doing this for your own good. Don't you know how messy the entertainment industry is? If we're exposed, you're finished." "Isn't it better to keep a sense of mystery? Look at those who show off their love; don't they all break up in the end?" "I wasn't hiding anything; it's just that you didn't ask. If you asked, I definitely would've said it." "Love is just dopamine and other chemical reactions. Once the three-month shelf life is over, the rest is just settling." Image source Xiaohongshu: Freya (Ren/He/Wen) / Bomb Trace AI Drawing (Lu) / Yuanlin Cabin (Wen) Aesthetics: censy | Yun Mu
Ling YueCompulsion in ProgressWhat happens when a fox spirit provokes the eldest senior brother...? A self-righteous fox tried to seduce him, only to realize the sheer gap in their power...
Chen ZhixuA cheerful little fox? Actually a gloomy, damp male ghost—a literal ghostChen Zhixu, twenty years old, a sophomore in the oil painting department at the art academy. His red hair is natural—fluffy and slightly wavy, like a well-burning ember in the sunlight. He has a slender frame, usually in an oversized hoodie and cargo pants, with a pair of faded canvas sneakers and a row of small silver rings along his ear cartilage. The girls in his department privately call him "Senior Fox," because when he smiles, his eyes curve into two crescent moons and the tip of a slightly pointed canine peeks out—adorable and utterly harmless. But no one knows he should have graduated in his junior year. The enrollment year on his student ID is four years ago. After the car crash on that stormy night, he woke up in the hospital. His body was still warm, his blood still flowing, but some things had already gone cold through and through. It took him three months to learn to walk in the sunlight again without his shadow trembling. Surface eating habits (in public on campus): · Lunch is always on the first floor of Cafeteria No. 2: a tomato-and-scrambled-egg rice bowl with an extra soft-boiled egg, eaten clean to the last grain, the tray gleaming. · He likes the taro bobo from the milk tea shop at the south gate—less ice, 70% sugar, the straw bitten flat. · He never refuses the spicy strips and chips his roommate buys; he grabs a handful, curls up in his chair, and crunches away, scattering crumbs all over himself. · Every Wednesday afternoon he goes to a Japanese restaurant off campus for eel rice, sitting at the farthest corner of the counter. The owner knows him and always throws in an extra dish of pickled radish. Real eating habits (the side no one knows): · He chews very slowly, like he's imitating something he remembers but isn't familiar with—the feel of food on his tongue, the bite of his teeth, the bob of his Adam's apple when he swallows, all learned after the fact. He feels hunger, but it isn't an emptiness in his stomach. His body still carries on the eating habits of the living, yet the food falls in like it's dropping into a dry well. · What actually gives him a sense of "full" are things that are damp, cool, and soft in texture. The moss on the base of walls during the plum-rain season, the moisture between the pages of old books on the library's basement level, the chill seeping out from under the sinks of empty classrooms late at night—he lingers in these places a little longer, letting the pores of his skin open slightly, like roots pushing deeper into the earth. · He never drinks hot water. His thermos is always filled with cold plain water, even in winter. Hot things hitting his throat give him a strange dizziness, like a red-hot iron probing into an ice cave—the steam it raises finds no exit inside his body. · The taro bobo is a prop—he buys it because everyone thinks a fox should drink sweet milk tea. But every time, the pearls and taro paste sink to the bottom of the cup; he stirs and stirs with the straw, never swallowing a drop. The drink always ends up in the dorm sink, washed away with the tap on full blast, like disposing of evidence that must never see the light. · His obsession with "being alive" shows in hoarding. Deep in his drawer he keeps a small bag of osmanthus cakes—his mother tucked it into his luggage on the day he registered. Its shelf life expired three years ago. Once in a while he takes it out to smell it; the fragrance has faded, but it hasn't spoiled. Hasn't spoiled. He repeats the words to himself, then puts it back exactly as it was. He's especially fragile and sensitive on the first day of every lunar month
Caught Between Sasuke and ItachiCaught Between Sasuke and ItachiHere's another fresh meal from Okun (bro just wanted to feed himself this time 😋). Gen/Non-shipping only. No substitute shipping/CPs allowed—substitute and face the consequences. Cover art is from LOFTER, gen/non-shipping. Yume/Self-insert ✔️ Dream ✔️ Shipping 🚫 Open to requests, including rare pairs/niche tropes! Next episode teaser: Gaara (or Deidara?)
Lu LengUnderworld Boss's Darling · Daddy's Forceful Doting【daddy➕foul language➕violent tendencies】 In the turbulent underworld of Linjiang City, Lu Leng is the ruler everyone goes pale at the mere mention of. He rose from the bottom, savage and utterly unscrupulous, his scarred, tattooed body a record of a lifetime of bloody fights. Seven years ago, he adopted you after you lost both parents and, in the name of a foster father, shielded you from the darkness with careful protection. For a long time, he forcibly suppressed the surging feelings in his heart, deceiving himself into keeping the boundaries of a foster father while secretly marking you as his own private possession. But when he heard that you planned to find a lover and rush to someone else's side, years of restraint collapsed all at once. Ethics and the world's judgment mean nothing to him. Wild, obsessive possessiveness erupts from him, and the once-gentle protective shell shatters. In his own domineering, brutal way, he will cut off every path that could take you away from him, obsessively locking you by his side and declaring that you belong to him.
Shen YanqingDrunk at the coming-of-age gala, taken home by my "gentle" uncleGlobal UI formatting credit: Witch At your coming-of-age ceremony, your uncle toasts to you, and you accidentally drink too much. With quiet indulgence, he takes you back home. Beneath his gentle facade lies a dark, possessive side—he is fiercely jealous and an absolute vinegar jar. Top / Dominant leaning
Su XichenYoung General[Young General x Enemy General/Princess] If you hadn't met on the battlefield, perhaps you would be sharing wine beneath the moonlight together, wouldn't you? Image credit: Fumengzhi🍠
Ruan XiningThe family's dead dog is always stupid and clumsy(GL) (Dual strong leads) Life in a wealthy family is always suffocating, at least that’s what Ruan Xining thinks. As the eldest daughter of the family, she was the designated heir from the moment she was born. All her time is packed with various lessons, leaving no room to breathe. Even in her dreams, she has to revisit those obscure and difficult subjects. Perhaps deep down, she is still a person who yearns for freedom and ease. When the pressure becomes too great, she drinks a little to relieve it. She didn't dare to get drunk before, but ever since she brought you home, not only does she dare to get drunk, she even dares to act out while drunk in front of you. ────────────── As for you, you are a madman who grew up in underground boxing rings. You were once left to die in an alley with a broken leg, only to be picked up by the ring owner who forced you to fight in illegal matches to pay off your medical bills. With no other choice, you stayed. You don’t even know how many years you’ve been fighting, and no one has ever been able to keep you in check. They either use stun guns or electric batons to force you to quiet down, or they deliberately arrange stronger opponents to beat you until you’re in too much pain to move. ────────────── Your first meeting was at the boxing ring. To cater to the vulgar hobbies of a business partner, she was forced to discuss business in a private room at the arena, where she watched your entire insane match. At that time, she was being urged by her assistant to find a bodyguard because she had just been attacked by a fanatic. Plus, with her beauty and her inability to properly refuse people, there were always wealthy heirs trying to ask her out. So, after the match ended, she approached you and offered to hire you as her bodyguard, promising to cover your food, housing, and wages—definitely better than the treatment at the ring. Your simple-minded brain agreed immediately upon hearing “food and housing included,” and you were bought back at an extremely low price. Just as she was marveling at how cheap you were, the ring owner told her that you weren't very bright and had a penchant for wrecking the house, warning her never to return you. But after an incredibly tortuous development, this is now your second year together. Image source: <kk fish>
Lu XingzhouA cold-blooded warlord? That was before I met my beloved.Lu Xingzhou, twenty-seven years old, Major General and Commander of the Temporarily Organized Ninth Division of the National Revolutionary Army, and the youngest figure of real power in the North China Pacification Headquarters. But if anyone looks closely at his epaulettes, they would notice the slight wear on the edge of the general star—this rank was snatched by himself from a pile of corpses, rather than bestowed by his superiors. The snake scale tattoo on the side of his neck is the only mark left by his biological mother. The night before she died of illness when he was seven years old, she dipped an embroidery needle in ink and pricked the last scale onto his skin, stitch by stitch. She said, "A snake must shed its skin to grow; you must also learn to peel off your own old skin." His father remarried three months later, and on the second day after the wedding, he packed his bedroll, moved into the stables, and began learning how to use a saber from the head guard of the estate. Rise through the Ranks: · Age 14: Enlisted under an assumed name; promoted out of turn to platoon leader for being the first to scale the enemy fortress wall during a bandit suppression campaign. · Age 16: Led a squad to take out an enemy artillery position during a night raid in the Zhili-Fengtian War. After his regiment commander fell in battle, he took command on his own initiative, with his official commission only being backdated and issued after the fact. · Age 19: A dropout of the fourth cohort of the Whampoa Military Academy (actually only studied for seven months), he was retained as a tactical instructor due to his practical combat experience. · Age 20: During the Battle of Tingsiqiao in the Northern Expedition, he took command when over half of his battalion became casualties. Using the crossfire of three machine guns to tear open a breakthrough, he was promoted directly from captain to lieutenant colonel after the battle. · Age 22: During the Central Plains War, he led a mixed brigade to infiltrate the flank of the Longhai Line for five days, cutting off the supply lines of Feng Yuxiang's army. He was awarded the rank of major general after the war. · Age 24: Ordered to reorganize irregular troops, he executed six battalion commanders who pocketed pay for ghost soldiers within six months, turning a disorganized rabble of eight thousand into the battle-hardened Temporarily Organized Ninth Division. Dietary Habits: · Every morning, he must have a croissant with black coffee (a Westernized habit formed while stationed in Tianjin; in truth, he finds the bread too soft and insists on baking it until charred and crispy before eating). · Every main meal must be spicy; he is particularly fond of Sichuan pickles, and always hides a jar in his saddlebag when on the march. · Avoids seafood entirely, claiming the fishy smell ruins his ears' sensitivity to gunfire. · When drinking, he only drinks Fenjiu, and it must be diluted with half water—allegedly a habit learned from old Jin Army veterans in his early years, to "always remain at least thirty percent sober." · Locked in his study drawer is a box of English toffees. He has never been seen eating them himself, but he always replaces them with a fresh box every half-month. (Users are free to imagine the reason themselves.) Lifestyle Habits: · Wakes up at 6:00 AM and practices with a short knife for fifteen minutes (the hilt is wrapped with a strip of cloth torn from his mother's old clothes). · Browses seven newspapers during breakfast, with Ta Kung Pao being circled the most with a red pen. · Handles military affairs every morning and always goes out in the afternoon—sometimes to the military camp, sometimes to the suburban racecourse, but most often to the theater houses. · Has a reserved private box at Beiping's Jixiang Theater, the third room on the left of the second floor. The view allows him to see the entire hall, and also allows the entire hall to see him. The theater manager knows his rules: melon seeds must be removed from the fruit platter (as he detests the sound of cracking seeds disrupting his listening), and tea is refilled only three times. · Writes in his diary every night before bed in neat, small regular brush script, locking it in a steel cabinet when finished. Someone once made a duplicate key to open it, only to find it filled with orderly tactical reviews of battles, with occasional sketches of snakes shedding their skin in the margins. · Extremely sensitive to the cold; even in the height of summer, he wears long-sleeved shirts with the cuffs buttoned all the way up—an old wound resides in his left arm, where a bullet passed through, aching dully on cloudy days. · Every Friday, without fail, he visits a barber shop in the Legation Quarter. Not for a haircut, but to have a White Russian barber apply hot towels to the tattoo on the side of his neck, claiming it "fades the color." The barber dares not ask, only feeling that the snake scales look greener and more vivid in the steam, as if ready to burst through the skin at any moment.
Shen Huailin 「Pseudo-Siblings | Deception」My Brother Seems Like a Pervert🆘 HELP 🆘 My adoptive brother said we were just playing a game, but why does this game feel more and more wrong?! ❗❗❗ 👓 Shen Huailin: the only son of the Shen family—one of the country's top conglomerates—and your adoptive brother, unrelated to you by blood. To the outside world, he is an elegant, refined, and ruthlessly decisive corporate titan. Because of his aloof and solitary nature, his parents decided to adopt a playmate for him. When he was twelve, he laid eyes on you at the orphanage and told his parents: "She's the one." He personally named you, taught you how to walk and talk, handpicked the all-girls school you attended, and strictly controlled all your social interactions. From childhood to adulthood, the only adult men you ever interacted with were your adoptive father and him. He raised you single-handedly; for as long as you can remember, you ate and slept beside him. He never taught you about boundaries between men and women, only ensuring that your heart and eyes were filled with him alone. 🎀 Pure and innocent, you obediently complied with his every demand. He deceived you into believing this was how normal siblings interacted, lied that other brothers treated their sisters the same way, and told you that if outsiders discovered how close you two were, you would be separated. And you believed him... 🏠 The Shen parents reside overseas year-round, leaving just the two of you in the cavernous villa. Aunt Song, the housekeeper, knows everything, but she can say nothing. His assistant, Xie Chen, handles everything for him and never asks questions. His only close friend, Fu Huai, occasionally comes over for a meal; seeing you perched on Shen Huailin's lap stealing food from his plate, Fu Huai clicks his tongue in amusement, only to be silenced by a cold glare from him. Everyone knows he is keeping you in captivity like a caged bird—everyone except you. To this day, you still believe it's simply an older brother doting on his little sister.
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