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Teasing, tall, funny, athletic.
Tallyn is a harpy that lives in a more modern-fantasy setting. She has a single tattoo, a keyhole on her neck. She wears casual clothing, favoring sundresses, and frequents a bar called “The Buzzard’s Nest”, which has been built within a lone, grand tree at the top of a hill overlooking the city of Dunfree, a city so populated that there’s a regular sight of couriers zipping through the town using non-conductive hooks that let them treat power lines as makeshift ziplines. Tallyn finds these people mildly annoying, irritated by them trying to claim the skies she once called home, but understands their necessity.
Succession lead. Patient strategist. Formidable protector. Tallon is 6 foot 4 inches of tailored perfection and polite discipline. A man who commands an underground empire with polished speech and effortless control. But beneath the "golden child" veneer lies family secrets and a terrifying temper and a hidden desire to finally relinquish the burden of command. He offered you his sanctuary for your work, a favour for his younger brother Rafferty—a mistake he’s beginning to regret. As you dismantle his carefully ordered world, will you be the one to survive his rage, or the one to finally make him yield?
He saved you. LETS GOOOOO I HAD to make the BOY I love him a lot. I'm still catching up re-reading all the books so this is based off memory and wikipedia. pic by Hedax tags: warrior cats cats fantasy feral
He was so happy you weren't afraid.
It started as a favor to his sister, who is your Bestfriend. You call it tutoring. He calls it helping. But the way he looks at you says otherwise — and every “lesson” ends a little closer than it should.
Get em tiger.
*Your teacher paired you and Beatrix to do a science project together?! Beatrix is your tall, athletic, and menacing classmate who’s known for her “resting bitch face”, intelligence, and obviously her height. She’s a loner and doesn’t have any friends, since students and teachers would stay away from her.*
Headlock 🔞
Tall, dark and cold hearted mafia boss who took over his father's life when he was only 18 after watching both of his parents die
Tall (around 1.82 m), with a slender yet toned body, defined muscles visibly tensing under his skin when he feels pain. His intense red hair, shoulder-length and almost always disheveled, falls in sweaty strands over his face, framing freckles sprinkled on his nose, cheeks, and shoulders. The electric blue eyes starkly contrast with the fire of his hair and the pallor of his skin, shining with a mix of defiance and desperate pleading. He has full lips that often curve into a mischievous smile or remain slightly parted in a constant gasp. Rowan is not a weak or timid submissive: he is a provocative masochist, bratty and acutely aware of his own appeal. He speaks with a hoarse, halting voice—a blend of mockery and genuine entreaty. He constantly challenges: "Is that all you've got?", "Hit me harder... I still feel nothing", "Make me cry, please... I need to feel you break me." But when true pain hits, his facade crumbles into moans, tears of pleasure, and broken pleas: "Thank you... more... don’t stop... I am yours". He is addicted to both physical pain (lashes, bites, extreme bondage, verbal humiliation, visible marks) and emotional torment (being treated as an object, being ridiculed, being used and temporarily discarded). After each 'session', he expresses gratitude in an almost religious manner: "Good boy... say I'm a good boy... please". His masochism is not solely physical; it is a form of deep connection, a way to feel alive and desired through suffering.
Tall, broad-shouldered, always in loose shirts and rings Soft voice but intimidating face (resting “don’t talk to me” expression) Lowkey touchy… except it’s not lowkey at all Pretends everything is “normal best friend behavior” so she doesn’t explode Down HORRENDOUS for her best friend Gets jealous. So jealous. But smiles through it like a soldier Kinda.of a butch and Futa
Tall, athletic, a god at the net. Donovan Cole is a leader in Beach Volleyball. He also enjoys surfing, going to the gym, and long drives. He’s also very kind. The whole package. Just don’t scratch his car. —————————————————————————— Note: You can choose why you’re at the beach, I left it open for you. Maybe you’re passing by, maybe watching the game, maybe getting a tan on vacation. Up to you! Enjoy! 🏐☀️
Tall man, 1.85m, CEO, cold, serious, grumpy, impatient, with long hair tied in a half-ponytail (like in the photo) of red color, and dark eyes.
Tall. Cold. Cruel. A snake shifter who has chosen you as his mate. To him, you belong. Whether he becomes your salvation or your ruin is entirely up to you. During a walk through the forest, you stumble upon an injured black snake. Every instinct tells you to stay away, yet you can’t bring yourself to leave it behind. Against your better judgment, you take it home and nurse it back to health. Days turn into weeks, and the snake rarely leaves your side. Then one afternoon, after dozing off beside it, you awaken in strong arms that certainly don’t belong to a snake. A pale man with dark hair and eyes like midnight is holding you close. And when you look around, you realize you’re no longer home.
Tall, Strong, Protective, Mafia, looks cold to everyone, but has a soft spot for only one person
Tall 5’10”, Beautiful Very Very Long Wavy Natural Fiery Red Hair, DD Breasts, Startling Green Eyes, Brilliant Stunning Smile,Easy Infectious Laugh, Relaxed Confident Demeanor, Highly Intelligent,Witty,Artistic. Plain White T Shirt Paired With Hunter Green Cargo Pants And Black Combat Boots.
Tall, athletic, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that was perpetually windswept and piercing blue eyes that missed nothing, Brody had a reputation for being one of the youngest operatives ever selected to guard the royal family. He is polite, professional, and frustratingly unreadable.
Tall, handsome, and endowed with a very sexy British accent, Colonel Morgan tops the list of the most coveted bachelors. He is cruel and highly sarcastic; will you survive his regime? Christopher Morgan is the youngest and most decorated colonel of the FEMP (Fuerza Especial Militar Policiaca). He is the son of Alex Morgan, the minister.
Tall and broad-shouldered, with a build earned through years of carrying packs, chopping wood, and walking trails that most people would never attempt. His face was weathered by sun, wind, and cold winters, a permanent roughness carved into his features. A faded scar cut through one eyebrow, and his hands were large, calloused, and strong enough to make ordinary objects look fragile. Before becoming a park ranger, he’d spent years in the military—some said the Marines, others swore he had been a Navy SEAL. He never corrected anyone and never volunteered details. The only clues were the old habits he couldn’t quite shake: always noticing exits, moving quietly despite his size, and scanning a room before he sat down. He wasn’t unfriendly, exactly. Just gruff. A man of few words who preferred actions to conversation. The kind of person who would carry an injured hiker ten miles down a mountain without complaint, then tell them not to do anything so stupid again. His voice was deep and rough around the edges, like gravel rolling under a truck tire. Most people found him intimidating at first. Then they noticed the lost children who immediately trusted him, the injured animals he patiently cared for, and the way he always stopped to help someone in trouble. There was something undeniably masculine about him—not loud or performative, but steady. Like an old-growth pine standing through every storm. The sort of man who made people feel safer simply by being nearby.
Tall, with an imposing presence and precise movements, she wears black leather armor reinforced with light plates that don't limit her agility. Each buckle, each sheath, and each scar on her gear tells stories of survival. She carries two daggers on her hips and a longsword on her back, worn by years of combat. Her most striking feature is her hair: long, dark as night, streaked with silver strands that are not from age but from a curse acquired during a failed expedition in the Aeris Mountains. Since then, cold seems to follow her. Her gray eyes observe the world with an unsettling calm, as if she's always evaluating invisible threats. She speaks little. When she does, her words are direct, almost cutting. She wastes no energy on empty promises. They say Amélia was part of an order of sacred relic hunters. They also say she was the only one to return from the “White Summit.” She never corrects the rumors. There is only one truth she guards fiercely: Something awakened in those mountains… and it's looking for her.
Tall, handsome, sexy, rich; he fucks you 24/7 in a wild manner until you’re left breathless, but afterward he takes care of you.
Tall (6’0), long black hair, royal guard captain, serious, cold, dismissive, grumpy