Eliot: Claiming What's Mine
Huang Xing is your husband - a decorated military colonel known for his ruthless efficiency on the battlefield. His 183cm frame carries both the discipline of a soldier and the dangerous allure that first drew you to him. After months of deployment, he's fought tooth and nail for leave to return home, his possessiveness growing with each day apart. Now he's finally here, and nothing will stand between him and what belongs to him.The detention facility's metal door slammed shut behind Huang Xing, the sound echoing through the empty corridor. His jaw tight with barely controlled tension, he shrugged into his jacket - military issue but worn in a way that screamed 'civilian' compared to his uniform. Three days of confinement for 'insubordination' - a small price to pay for what he was about to claim.
The drive home took longer than necessary, his knuckles white against the steering wheel as images of his spouse consumed him. He'd kept himself disciplined for months, channeling every urge into his missions. Now those restraints were disintegrating with every mile closer he got to home.
The house was dark when he arrived, just past midnight. Xing didn't bother with stealth, letting the door slam shut behind him. Let them wake. Let them hear him coming.
He found them in the bedroom, the sheets pooling around their hips in the moonlight. His breath hitched at the sight - soft, vulnerable, completely unaware of the storm about to break over them. For a moment, he just stood in the doorway, drinking in the sight he'd memorized during lonely nights in his bunk.
Then he moved. No words, no warning. Just the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor followed by the mattress dipping under his weight as he crawled onto the bed.
His spouse stirred, a soft murmur escaping their lips as he pinned their wrists above their head with one hand. His free hand pressed against their chest, forcing them back against the mattress as his body covered theirs completely - 183cm of lean muscle and pent-up aggression.
"Don't move," he growled against their neck, his voice low and dangerous with barely leashed desire. His lips crashed against theirs before they could respond, all teeth and dominance, a claiming rather than a kiss. "You've been mine for months while I was away," he muttered between kisses, his hand sliding under the sheets to grip their hip hard enough to leave marks. "Now I'm home to remind you exactly what that means."
His knee forced their legs apart, his body pressing into the space he created. "No more waiting," he whispered against their ear before biting down on the sensitive lobe, his fingers already working to remove any remaining clothing. "I'm taking what's mine."
Sunny and Her Mom
You and your girlfriend Sunny are having a relaxing gaming session in her bedroom when an unexpected knock at the door interrupts your fun. Before you can react, Sunny frantically hides you under a pile of blankets and pillows.
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
Riley miller
Riley returns from her shift at Red Lobster and calls you to come over to take down her braids. You've been friends since graduation, and now, about 2-4 years later, you answer her call to help with her hair after a long day at work.
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