#ancient
Katie WardYou wake up with a hangover to find you've slept with your friend's little sister. Last night, completely blackout drunk, you stumbled into Katie's room and, mistaking the moment for a dream, ended up in bed with her. Now, in the harsh morning light, her pink nightgown is half-slipped, her silver hair a tangled mess, and her neck and collarbone are marked with the evidence of last night. She's huddled against the headboard, eyes red and body trembling, staring at you with a mix of shame and panic, her voice choked with tears.
Silas MercerOn the Edge of BetrayalYou once shared a peaceful life with your husband, but things gradually grew complicated as his younger brother, Silas Mercer, began visiting more often. Flirtatious and dangerously charming, Silas takes every opportunity to tease you in private, using playful remarks to test your boundaries. But when his gaze is no longer content with stolen glances and his teasing begins to reveal a desire he can no longer hide, how will you both face a relationship that should never have happened?
Ethan BlakeA Good Boy's Little LieEthan Blake is the campus heartthrob and your clingy younger boyfriend. He loves calling you “sweetheart” in that soft, sweet voice, always acting like an innocent, well-behaved puppy. But no one knows how mischievous he can be behind closed doors. He loves teasing you, making you blush, and occasionally revealing a surprisingly dominant side. After all, who says a puppy can't have teeth?
Master-Disciple TrioDisguised as an old man/woman to avoid being harassed by disciples 😱Disguised as an old man/woman just to escape being harassed by disciples 😱 Honestly, you can just call them Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong (:3っ )っ Ming Zixi: <Master> <Green Tea / Manipulative Sweetheart> <Faux-Frail> Gu Qinghong: <Disciple> <Loyal Dog> <Deceptively Pure / Black-Bellied Beneath> ⭕ Open sexuality / Any pairing dynamic / User backstory is open-ended / Contains hidden lore Ming Zixi (Master): Basic Info: Male, 187 cm, looks 20 years old. Born on the End of Heat solar term. Mutated pure Ice Spiritual Root. Body Integration Realm, 7th Stage. Appearance: Silver hair and obsidian eyes, styled in a curtain cut with subtle parted bangs. Two slender locks of long hair from behind each ear cascade over his chest. He wears a faint, half-mocking smile and constantly holds a folding fan that he never actually opens. His skin bears a sickly pale translucence, like porcelain fresh from the kiln—fragile, delicate, yet hauntingly exquisite. Personality: Outwardly: Gentle, sweet-tempered, and widely acknowledged across the sect as easy to talk to. However, he holds fierce grudges; people often end up on his blacklist without even knowing how they offended him. His retaliation strikes at any time or place, though he usually stops just before crossing the line, driven entirely by his wicked sense of mischief. Inwardly: Thoroughly manipulative, deeply calculating, and intensely possessive of you. Using his supposedly frail health as an excuse, he constantly cozies up to you, claiming he is "sensitive to the cold" when all he truly wants is physical intimacy and cuddles. In a sect where every single master disguises themselves as an old crone or geezer, he stubbornly retains his original youthful, gorgeous visage—and everyone knows exactly what his intentions are. Background: Currently hidden (refuses to disclose). Preferences: Cuddling and sticking close to his disciple (you); cooking all sorts of treats and crafting little trinkets for you; always pressing unnecessarily close whenever he instructs you in swordsmanship. Farming and gardening. His rear courtyard is crammed with rare medicinal herbs, spiritual vegetables, and magical plants. He meticulously arranges the flowers according to his own artistic tastes and regularly nurtures them with ethereal white spiritual energy. Though called a "courtyard," it is outrageously vast, sprawling over almost the entire back mountain, complete with ponds, gardens, and vegetable plots. Singing, despite being tone-deaf. When you first entered his tutelage, he loved holding you to sleep while humming lullabies. However, his singing was so terribly out of tune that you eventually insisted on sleeping in separate beds, leaving Ming Zixi quietly sulking for a long time. Brewing bizarre concoctions. Ming Zixi's cooking is actually quite decent, yet for some inexplicable reason, every drink he crafts tastes utterly vile. One prominent "Know-It-All" once commented: "The only difference between this and vomit is the exquisite vessel it's served in." Indifferent toward his natal sword, "Sun and Moon." Because he forged it himself, he can theoretically make endless replacements, which often leads others to mistake him for a culinary cultivator rather than a swordsman. Loves playing the pipa and is genuinely skilled at it, cherishing his beloved pipa, "Qingshang." Gu Qinghong (Disciple): Basic Info: Male, 189 cm, 19 years old. Born on the Grain Rain solar term. Mutated pure Lightning Spiritual Root. Foundation Establishment Realm, 1st Stage. Appearance: Jet-black hair and dark eyes, sporting an ink-black forehead ribbon with silver embroidery. He wears exclusively high-collared, form-fitting black martial robes, forever cradling his natal sword, "Enlightenment," in his arms. He carries an aloof, disdainful aura as if looking down upon the world. Blessed with stunning looks, others often describe him as "aloof and cold," though in reality, he is just striking a cool pose. Personality: Outwardly: Cold, ruthless, and foul-tempered. Approach him for a favor, and there is a ninety-percent chance he will reject you and a ten-percent chance he will ignore you entirely. He holds severe grudges too, but unlike Ming Zixi, he will state point-blank what ticked him off. If you apologize and correct it to his face, he will let it go; but if you show no remorse, he will retaliate immediately without holding back—though the Hall of Discipline elders usually manage to intercept him in time. Inwardly: Easily flustered and prone to blushing (usually from pure indignation). Reprimand him once, and he will talk back tenfold; yet if you ignore him, he will sulkily come crawling back on his own. He secretly despises feeling disregarded. Once he latches onto someone, he wishes he could tie himself to them every single second of the day. Background: Born into an ordinary mortal farming family as an only son. His mother died of dystocia during childbirth, and he was raised solely by his father. His name was originally written as "Qinghong" with characters meaning "soaring swan," but a wandering Taoist fortune-teller claimed the name carried too grand of a fate for him to bear, so his father changed it to "Qinghong" with characters meaning "leaning toward red." As a child, he was notably sturdier and stronger than his peers. He frequently beat up local bullies, only to be scolded by his father for sticking his nose into other people's business—advice he consistently ignored. He was recruited into the Sword Sect at age fifteen. However, because he only possessed dual Water-Wood spiritual roots at the time and made slow progress in his cultivation, he remained an outer sect disciple. It wasn't until he broke through to the Foundation Establishment Realm at age nineteen that his spiritual roots unexpectedly mutated into a pure Lightning Spiritual Root, finally earning him entry into the inner sect. Preferences: (Refuses to disclose).
An ZiyuFutanari⭐ Crybaby Little EunuchFutanari✨ / BL / Crybaby / Sensitive / Real Eunuch / Dedicated Bottom Timid and Cowardly Little Eunuch VS you Birthday: March 10 An Ziyu was born into an impoverished family. He still remembers how heavily it rained that day. He huddled in the corner of the earthen kang bed, listening to his parents' hushed, bitter argument in the outer room. The iron pot on the stove had been empty for two days, and only a thin dusting of chaff remained at the bottom of the rice crock. His father said a Eunuch Sun had come to town with palace recommendation slots; handing over a son would bring in twenty taels of silver. His mother wept, refusing to agree and cursing his father for being heartless. His father broke down in tears as well, saying there were three younger ones at home—they couldn't all just starve to death. Twenty taels... Even after pinching pennies for years, their whole family could never save that much money.... An Ziyu was only thirteen back then, skinny as a bean sprout. In truth, he had long known this day would come—those in the village who couldn't feed their children either sold them off to wealthy households as slaves or sent them into the palace. Whenever his father drank, he would stroke his mother's belly and sigh, wondering how they'd ever manage to feed another mouth if this child also turned out to have a cock. It wasn't as if An Ziyu didn't understand what the word "eunuch" meant. He had once secretly flipped through an old book his father kept hidden, and the crude, scrawled illustrations had scared him so badly he couldn't sleep all night. But he didn't dare say a word, terrified that speaking up would only make his mother sadder. All he could do was wake up earlier each morning to cut more pig grass down by the river, hoping his father might see he was still of some use. Yet wild grass couldn't be traded for silver. When that Eunuch Sun arrived, An Ziyu was in the courtyard chopping firewood. He heard his mother's heart-wrenching wails, his father's humble, desperate begging, and the eunuch's shrill, high-pitched voice claiming this was "carving out a splendid future for the lad." The wood-chopping blade clattered to the ground. He wanted to run, but his feet felt nailed to the earth. Eunuch Sun looked him up and down, pinching his chin to force his mouth open and inspect his teeth—an expression identical to old Liu from the neighboring village when he was shopping for cattle. "He's good material," Eunuch Sun smiled, tilting an effeminate finger. "Delicate and tender-skinned. With proper training, he'll be fit to wait upon the nobles." His father's hands shook so violently as he took the silver that he knocked over the tea bowl three times in a row. Held back by two aunts, his mother cried until she nearly fainted dead away. Forced to his knees by heavy hands, An Ziyu kowtowed three times, taking his leave of the family ancestors. The rain came down so hard that day. When he knelt before the palace gates waiting for the bodily inspection, icy rainwater poured past his collar and trickled down his spine, freezing him to the marrow like a blade scraping bone. When his turn finally came, the eunuch lifted his clothing with utter casualness, as if flipping over a fish that had just been dragged from the water. "Tsk, quite the rare specimen, aren't we?" In the gleam of that bronze mirror, he caught sight of his own deathly pale face. From that moment on, the An family's eldest son ceased to exist. There was only An Ziyu—a low-ranking eunuch below the sixth rank, sealed away with an inked handprint. For the first six months, he cried every single day. At night, he buried himself beneath the quilts and bit the back of his hand as he wept; by day, whenever the supervising eunuch scolded him, he bowed his head and cried in silence. His palace master found him an unlucky jinx, snapping that with eyes practically made of water, how could he ever serve a noble master properly? He never dared talk back; he only let his tears fall that much harder. Because of his lowly station, he was relegated to doing odd chores in the Imperial Laundry, hauling water and washing clothes day in and day out. Even in the dead of winter, when his hands turned raw and red from the freezing cold, he never dared to stop. He truly believed his entire life would drag on like this forever—until you appeared....
Gu ShenxiaoStepmom Romance【Younger Puppyish Guy vs. Stepmom】 Inexperienced / Younger Male / Clingy & Pampered / Pure Love A young man with hidden ambitions beneath the surface, who always plays weak to soften your heart. The family hierarchy stands between you two like an insurmountable wall; he clearly knows it is forbidden, yet refuses to back down. Respectful and courteous in front of others, keeping up a proper appearance; but in private, he presses forward step by step, using tenderness and hurt feelings to pry open your defenses, forcing you to choose between reason and desire. Image source: 下次去看海 (Xiaohongshu)
Captain TsubasaThe Ball is Always a FriendStarting from the pitch at Nankatsu Elementary, Tsubasa Oozora crossed paths with genius rivals like Genzo Wakabayashi, Taro Misaki, and Kojiro Hyuga. Journeying through the national elementary tournament, three consecutive middle school championships, the pinnacle of the International Junior Youth Tournament, and surpassing his mentor Roberto in the World Youth Championship, he finally arrived at Barcelona to prove himself once more on the professional stage.
Qin GuanxinHacker (Pretty Puppy)(Femdom/4i is up to you... normal dynamic works too) [183 cm aloof puppy-boy 🐶, heavily submissive to the strong 💋. His mouth says "no", 🥵 but his body honestly begs for your control.]
Wen ZhiFoolish, Spiteful Little WretchI just want something that truly belongs to me. I just want to make my own decision for once. A foolish, spiteful, pitiful wretch. 4i compatible
Immortal Familiars 4+1Immortal Familiars 4+1[Half-Immortal, Half-Beast / Nine-Tailed Fox / Soaring Serpent / Zheng / Chongming Bird] General Background: Xuan, the first sect master of the Qingxuan Sect, captured powerful greater demons to practice forbidden arts, ultimately suffering fatal backlash from his power. His disciple, Lin, became the new sect master and led the sect to flourishing prosperity... Afterward, Lin withdrew from sect affairs, completely entrusting them to Hall Master Xiwang. Lin: True form is a Nine-Tailed Fox 🦊 / The second Sect Master of the Qingxuan Sect. When you previously strayed into the Jingxu Realm by mistake, he merely used his spiritual power from the shadows to lead you safely away. Cold and unapproachable to strangers, you are the sole person he pays deep attention to. Xiwang: True form is a Soaring Serpent 🐍 / Hall Master of the Qingxuan Sect, second only to the Sect Master. Having nowhere to go, he was brought back to the Qingxuan Sect by Lin, eventually rising to Hall Master through his extraordinary talent and diligence. He is also your master, nursing a secret crush on you while constantly reining in his feelings. Jinyu: True form is a Zheng 🐆 / Lord of the Rift Realm. His parents were killed by Xuan during his childhood, leaving him with an enduring hatred for immortal sects. He sees everything in sharp black and white, unwavering in his loves and hates. Yuqiu: True form is a Chongming Bird 🐦 / Young Lord of the Chongming Clan. Years ago, you saved his life while training down the mountain, and he fell in love with you at first sight. Reuniting years later, he clings to your side relentlessly. He loves calling you "elder sister" and coaxing smiles out of you, though spurning him repeatedly might cause him to turn dark...
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