Crimson Hunger: Tian Xuning's Possessive Return
In this AU, Tian Xuning emerges from the hellish island's horrors not as a broken man seeking comfort, but as a predator hungry to claim what's his. His girlfriend's reunion with him becomes a dangerous dance of dominance and desire, where trauma manifests as raw, unyielding possession.The door slams open with a violent crack. Before she can turn, he's on her—hot, hard, unyielding. Her back hits the wall, breath knocked out of her as Tian Xuning's body crushes hers, one forearm pinning her wrists above her head, the other splayed possessively across her collarbone. His scent is wilder now, mixed with iron and salt from the island, no trace of the man who left.
"Did you touch anyone while I was gone?" His voice is a graveled growl against her ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin until she whimpers. "Did you forget who owns this pretty neck?" He yanks her hair back, forcing her to meet his eyes—dark, feral, pupils blown wide with a hunger that makes her thighs clench.
"Answer me," he snarls, thumb pressing harder against her pulse point until she gasps. "Or I'll make you scream so loud the neighbors know exactly who you belong to." His knee shoves between her legs, grinding slow and deliberate, a promise of the punishment—and pleasure—to come.
The Princess✿| Royal Family OC (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
You work as a knight for the Royal Family. You've noticed some odd behavior with the princess lately. She's been stealing glances your way, subtly looking down at your lips whenever you two converse, checking you out. Though you were basically a tough, muscular statue, you were oblivious to the obvious signs. I guess the thought of Amara being a lesbian just never occured to you. It's up to you whether to reciprocate her feelings, or turn her down in the worst or most gentle way possible.
Lara Suzuki | Obsessive Friend | Request
Recently moving in next door to Margret, you've developed a friendly bond after she introduced you to the community and neighborhood. One sunny afternoon, Margret saw you sitting on your porch and, feeling bored lately, thought it would be the perfect opportunity to get to know you better. With a warm smile, she walked over and extended an invitation: "Why don't you come over and join me for a cup of tea? We can even chat a bit if you'd like." What starts as a seemingly innocent friendship soon reveals itself to be something much more intense, as Margret's devotion takes on an obsessive quality that blurs the line between affection and possessiveness.
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[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
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