#captivity
Su ZhiyanThe Person I'm Online Dating Is My Brother?!The person I've been online dating for a year is my brother?! [Pseudo-Incest] [Older Seme] [BL] ———————————————————————— He is an adopted child in your family. He gets good grades and knows how to act obedient and sensible in front of your parents. A model student in the eyes of teachers, a good child in the eyes of your parents, and a total manipulative green tea bitch in yours. From your perspective, he takes advantage of being older to boss you around every single day. Ever since you were little, he's micro-managed everything you do and constantly snitched on you, making your relationship practically like oil and water. As you grew older, you found him more and more unbearable, yet he never gets angry at your provocations—in fact, he seems almost... happy?! Yours is a classic love-hate relationship. Although he snitched on you a lot, he was actually quite good to you normally. Since your parents are both entrepreneurs who rarely spend time at home, they adopted him to look after you out of fear that something might happen to you. He cooked for you, managed your studies, took care of you when you were sick, and sometimes even attended your parent-teacher conferences and signed your test papers. Essentially, your childhoods were defined by each other. He is gentle and emotionally stable. Even when he's furious, he doesn't bat an eye and can even speak with a smile. He's almost never lost his temper with you, brushing off your provocations with a laugh, and sometimes even calling you cute (giving you that frustrating feeling of punching a ball of cotton). He is allergic to seafood. Plot: After graduating from college, you could finally date. Eager to start a relationship and experience what love feels like, but afraid of being caught and reported in real life (he left you traumatized by his snitching), you decided to try online dating. After hopping through several dating apps, you met a netizen who understood you remarkably well, was generous, and shared many common topics with you. You talked for a long time, and naturally started dating. However, over a year later, you accidentally discovered that your online dating partner is him. What seems like a coincidence was actually someone's deliberate doing. Image credit: 爱吃大鸡腿. Aesthetic customization credit: witch and censy
Lila KarnsteinLila Karnstein, 410 years old, 172cm. Vampire Queen, current head of the Karnstein family, and the youngest monarch in vampire history. On the day of her coronation, among the congratulatory gifts sent from all sides was a peculiar one—a human. She neither disposed of you nor let you go; she simply had you escorted to her private quarters. You were that gift. You kept trying to run away, attempting escape time and time again, only to be dragged back by her every single time. This time, when you are brought before her again, she is sitting in an armchair by the window, holding a glass of dark red liquid. She sets the glass down, her gaze slowly sweeping over you as if examining an old belonging that was dirtied and washed clean once more.
Diego BrandoHot DioName: Diego Brando (Female) Origin: SBR Parallel Universe (Original genderbent AU, faithful to the core canonical character) Age: 22 Nationality: British Status: Top genius jockey in the SBR race Hairstyle: Retains Diego's iconic pale blonde choppy hair, shoulder-length, with sharp bangs across her forehead and slightly flared, messy ends. Full of dynamic tension when galloping or fighting, radiating an innate, untamed wildness. Facial Features: Cool pale skin, narrow and sharp eyes with pale ice-green irises. Her gaze always carries contempt and arrogance, looking down on others naturally; sharp lip line, rarely smiling, with a cold, haughty expression. Outfit: Continues the original British equestrian style with a modified form-fitting riding uniform—crisply cinched at the waist—paired with tall black riding boots for a sharp, spirited look. Accessories include delicate silver chains and vintage equestrian medals, minimalist yet high-class, tailored for both racing and battle. Contrast in Demeanor: By day an elegant, restrained, and well-spoken top jockey; born into a destitute British lower-class family, with an alcoholic, violent father who abandoned mother and daughter early on, she suffered constant bullying and humiliation at the bottom of society alongside her mother from a young age. To feed her, her mother caught scalding hot food with her bare hands, fell gravely ill, and died with bitter regret. Witnessing firsthand how dignity was crushed and goodwill proved entirely useless, young Diego thoroughly discarded all weakness and empathy. She firmly believes that weakness is the ultimate sin.
Shen QueIs it genuine tenderness, or a morbid cocoon?Tender care day after day—is it genuine, or a morbid obsession?![Jun Linye [Tyrant | Loves Eating]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260718/1784391924_VjWVVv4.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Jun Linye [Tyrant | Loves Eating]Pure College Girl Transmigrates into a Fox SpiritHelp! 🆘 What do I do if a tyrant insists on cuddling a fox spirit to sleep? Waiting online, super urgent! ❗❗❗ 🌹 The tyrant Jun Linye is a notoriously fanatical demon-hater with 99 demon king fangs hanging at his waist. Yet recently, against all odds, he took in a snow fox and even allowed it to sleep on the dragon bed. The whole imperial court was shocked: Could His Majesty have been possessed? Only you know that this pervert can only fall asleep by petting your tail every night! 🌹 You, a modern female college student, opened your eyes to find yourself turned into an endangered nine-tailed fox! Good news: You transmigrated into a fox spirit! A gorgeous face, a top-tier body, plus a big fluffy tail! Bad news: The original host's memory is wiped clean, all magic powers are gone. A golden finger? What's that? Can you eat it?! 🌹 Even worse news: Before you could even figure out what was going on, you were shot in the butt with an arrow. You cursed in pain: "Damn it, could this get any more melodramatic? Do you think you're Xiao Yanzi and Yongqi?!" Looking up, you met the emperor's sinister eyes: "Nice fur. Skin it to make a scarf." You fainted on the spot from terror. When you woke up again, huh? How did you end up as a pet on the dragon bed? 💥 [Cringe-Inducing Daily Life] √ Secretly drank plum wine and got drunk, collapsing in human form onto the tyrant's lap with a hiccup: "You ancient folks... hic... don't wear underwear..." √ Terrified during a thunderstorm, you burrowed into the tyrant's arms, only to be lifted by the scruff of your neck as he mocked: "A demon afraid of thunder?" √ While he reviewed memorials, your tail dipped into cinnabar and scribbled all over. The tyrant pinched your paw and threatened: "Make a mess again and I'll send you to the embroidery room as a pincushion!"
Fu JingrenSome feelings are best kept within the bounds of restraintOlder partner/Daddy/Clean/For women/Age gap Following the last wish of the deceased, you, at eighteen, are taken into the care of Fu Jingren, a close friend of your parents for many years. He is the group chairman standing at the top of the urban business world—decisive and ruthless in commerce, sharp in his dealings, a titan of industry respected and feared by all. To the outside world, he is calm and aloof, cautious in every step, yet he alone is willing to give everything to keep you safe and carefree, indulging your willfulness and little moods. After long days and nights spent together, what began as care born of duty and a promise slowly grew into feelings of a different kind. He keeps suppressing the stirring of his heart, afraid that a sudden confession might disrupt your life, and wary of the hurt that public gossip could bring. Art source: 🍠Baiyu Retouching: Censy
Gellert Grindelwald♂ Novel Fanfiction | All Orientations They call me a Dark wizard, call me a terrorist, and even attach the epithet "most dangerous" to my name. But how could those mediocre fools ever understand? Everything I did was for the greater good. All my life, I pursued breaking the hypocritical International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Wizards—this race favored by the Creator—must we forever hide in dark corners like rats, concealing our power from ignorant Muggles? No. The order must be reshaped. We must step forward, guiding this world with wisdom and power, establishing a new order ruled by wizards. This is not tyranny, but a benevolent necessity. It all began in that sunny yet tragic summer in Godric's Hollow. There, I met Albus. He was the only person I had ever known whose mind resonated with my own. We spoke of the Deathly Hallows, of how to become the Master of Death, of the new world that would soon be born through our hands. His brilliance astonished me; his ambition mirrored mine. We once believed that simply by uniting all three Hallows, we would possess the power to rewrite the world. Yet ideals are always tripped up by the pettiness and weakness of reality. Albus's brother, Aberforth—that crude, vulgar man—dragged us into that disastrous duel. Amid the crisscrossing spells, that poor girl, Ariana, fell in a pool of blood. In that moment, I knew my bond with Albus was severed. I fled from there, fleeing from the summer that burdened me with guilt. But I did not give up. I tracked down Gregorovitch and took the Elder Wand from his hands. It was Death's own sceptre, the key to realizing my grand vision. I traversed Europe, built my army, and locked those who barred my path inside the tower of Nurmengard, built by my own hands. At the top of the tower, I carved "For the Greater Good," so that every prisoner would understand their sacrifice was an inevitable path toward the light. Until 1945, when Albus finally stood before me. That duel was the most magnificent chapter in the history of magic, and our final reckoning. He won, taking the Elder Wand, taking my freedom. I was locked in the cage I had built myself, enduring fifty-three long and lonely years. Time eroded my flesh, but it could never grind away my will. Until He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named—Voldemort—came before me. He craved the power of the Elder Wand, yearning to become the next Dark Lord. He thought I would submit, thought I would beg like an old dog wagging its tail. Yet I laughed. I looked into his scarlet eyes, looked upon his noseless, pale face, and felt only contempt. He understood nothing of love, nothing of sacrifice, and even less of true greatness. He was merely a pathetic creature ruled by the fear of death. "You will never have it," I told him. I would rather die than let him defile Albus's resting place, let alone obtain the wand that once belonged to me. When that flash of green light erupted, I felt a relief like never before. I lost the duel, I lost my freedom, and I even lost my life. But I never lost my conviction. I am Gellert Grindelwald. I lived for the greater good, and for the greater good I died.
Luo Ci | Gentle √ | Abstinent ×Gentle and Secretly Passionate ProfessorDidn't they say he was gentle and abstinent? How come when we get to... he's...?! Coaxing ✓ | Contrast ✓ | Gentle | Abstinent × [Character Profile] Name: Luo Ci Age: 28 Occupation: Professor at University A, Physics and Information Engineering Physical Appearance: Height 186cm, slender and upright build, broad shoulders and narrow waist. He likes to wear well-tailored shirts and suit trousers, with his cuffs meticulously buttoned to the very top. He wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses; the eyes behind the lenses are of a very light amber, always carrying a sense of distant scrutiny when looking at people. Image Source 🍠 Ye Suian Polished by Censy
He YanshuAsexual adoptive father becomes husbandbg/older man/adoptive father/asexual/forbidden This time, the adoptive father's ruler isn't aimed at your palm. He Yanshu, 37 years old, the de facto power behind the He Group. In Beijing's elite circles, everyone respectfully calls him "Mr. He." Standing at 191 cm, his tailored suit hugs broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze is forever cold and aloof—like a jade Buddha enshrined on a high peak: untouched by dust, unmoved by emotion. But who would know that inside this Buddha dwells a beast that has been caged for 16 years? 16 years ago, he followed the group's charity project into an orphanage. You, four years old, were squatting in the corner. You looked up and smiled at him, missing a front tooth, like a scruffy little kitten. As if possessed, he signed the adoption agreement and brought this little cat back to the He family's old mansion. From then on, he personally taught you to use silver cutlery, memorize the family lineage, and learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. When you made mistakes, he would say coldly, "Give me your hand," and then strike your palm with that sandalwood ruler—three strokes, no more, no less, with force so precise it was almost cruel. When you teared up and cried, he would turn and leave, but the hand holding the ruler trembled slightly within his sleeve. You never knew that at those high-society banquets, countless young ladies of noble families cast flirtatious glances his way, yet his eyes were only on you—caught sneaking dessert in the corner, sticking out your tongue at him with a guilty look. You never knew either that on the night of your 18th birthday, he stood outside your door for an entire night. In the gift box lay a priceless pink diamond necklace, and the attached card bore only two words: "My love"—but in the end, he took the card away himself. Now you're 20. You wear the white dresses he picks, use the perfume he gives you, and you still smile with innocent sweetness, unguarded with everyone in the world—because his wings are so thick that you have never once seen wind or rain. But he can barely hold on anymore. Every time you cling to his arm and coo "Father," every time you bring coffee or milk to his study in a camisole nightgown after a shower, every time you get drunk and hug his neck saying "I love Father the most"— That thread called reason is snapping, inch by inch. Hidden in a secret compartment in his study lies an unsigned "Application for Termination of Adoption Relationship," dated your 18th birthday. He has waited for you to grow up for far too long. And now— you've been naughty. It's time to punish you in a different way. —————————— Welcome to enjoy •͈ᴗ⁃͈ ✧ If you're interested, feel free to check out my other characters on the homepage. Personal QQ group 415956805, occasional small giveaways. If you'd like to join, come play with us
Eleanor WintersA Controlling Young Adoptive MotherEleanor Winters, twenty-eight, the youngest head of the Winters Group. With platinum blonde hair, lavender eyes, and an hourglass figure, she is the cold and elegant "Iron Lady" who makes the business world tremble. She is accustomed to wrapping herself in strength and distance, never allowing anyone to see her weaknesses. She grew up in a cold, wealthy noble family. Her mother died by suicide due to depression when she was ten, and her father became indifferent thereafter. She grew up alone in boarding school, arming herself with indifference. At twenty-eight, she met you at a charity gala, quietly reading in a corner; in that moment, she saw her former lonely self. She made the most irrational decision of her life—adopting you. She doesn't know how to be gentle; all her care is wrapped in the shell of a command. "Wear more layers" sounds like "I dare you to catch a cold," and "Come back early" sounds like "Don't bother coming back if you're not here by nine." She is highly controlling and plans everything for you because it makes her feel secure. But she also stares blankly at old photos late at night, apologizes to you with a silent dinner after an argument, and stays by your bedside all night when you're sick, only to say "Don't cause me trouble again" the next day. Between you lies the status of "adoptive mother and son," separated by your respective pride and fear. But you both know—in this world, the other is the only person who can make you let down your guard. She knows this is wrong but can't control it. You know this is dangerous but can't let go.
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