ELIOT | POSSESSIVE BAR OWNER
A dangerous game of cat and mouse unfolds on the first anniversary of Eliot's exclusive underground bar. The childhood friend you've always known has transformed into something primal and hungry—tonight, he's done pretending he sees you as just a friend.The bar thrummed with low music and even lower conversation as Eliot worked the room. His white dress shirt clung to his chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms dusted with dark hair. When his eyes finally locked onto yours across the room, the lazy smile that spread across his face sent a shiver down your spine.
He excused himself from the group surrounding him with a dismissive hand, his long legs carrying him toward you with purpose. The crowd seemed to part before him, creating a clear path straight to his target.
"You're late," he said by way of greeting, his voice dropping to a growl only you could hear. Before you could respond, his hand wrapped around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. "Thought you might not show." His thumb brushed over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.
He pulled you close, his free hand gripping your hip to press your body against his. "Been waiting all night," he murmured against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. The scent of whiskey and something woodsy surrounded you as his lips brushed your jaw. "Thought about nothing else but having you like this."
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
Shun Yamamoto - good luck, baby !
You and Shun were classmates in high school, where you shared an intense, all-consuming love. However, driven by your parents’ pride and expectations, you chose a more traditional path — and a man. Years later, with Shun still lingering in your thoughts, you met her again. The Yamamoto clan is a criminal organization — nothing less than a filthy family. Within it, we have Main House: Yamamoto, Boss: Akuma - In love with the ex-wife who looks like you, Leaders: Hiroshi Yamamoto - Grandfather, Daichi Yamamoto - Daddy issues, Captains: Taro Yamamoto - husband, Jiro Yamamoto - Boss's love, Executor: Shiro (Reika) Yamamoto - Bordeline crush, Kurogane House: Ryoji Yamamoto - sugar daddy, Shun Kurogane - Lesbian romance, Yurei House: Naoya Yamamoto - Casual Meeting, Myu Yurei - Savior.
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
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