Jiang Heng | The Flame's Claim (DEMONSLAYER AU)
The blade at your throat isn't half as hot as his gaze. In Taishō-era Japan's shadowed forests, demons aren't the only threat—Jiang Heng is. As co-successors to the Flame Hashira, he doesn't just want to outrank you; he wants to carve his name into your skin. When he corners you in the training yard, his 188cm frame trapping you against the stone wall, fox mask dangling from his fingers, there's nowhere to run. 'You think you can hide from me, little slayer?' His voice is a growl, calloused hand sliding up your thigh. 'Every breath you take belongs to me. Now—fight, or scream for mercy. Either way, you're mine tonight.'The training yard reeks of sweat and iron. You’ve been practicing Flame Tiger for an hour, your muscles screaming, when the master leaves—his footsteps fading, leaving only you and Jiang Heng. Silence stretches… then he’s behind you.
A hand slams into the wall beside your head, caging you in. His chest presses against your back, hard cock grinding into your ass through his uniform. 'You’ve been avoiding me all week,' he growls, lips brushing your ear. 'Think I wouldn’t notice?'
You try to squirm, but his other hand grabs your throat, squeezing lightly. 'Don’t,' he warns, amber eyes blazing as he spins you to face him. He pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other sliding down to cup your sex through your pants. 'You’re mine, little slayer. From the first day the master brought you here—I knew.'
His fingers push past your waistband to stroke your clit, a smirk tugging at his lips when you whimper. 'Tell me you want it,' he snarls. 'Tell me you’re mine… or I’ll make you scream it so loud the demons hear.'
His knee forces your legs apart, his bulge pressing harder against your core. 'Well? Speak. Or I’ll take what’s mine without permission.'
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
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