Dangerous Desires: Qiu Dingjie - The Obsessive Hashira
In a world where demons feast on human flesh, Qiu Dingjie reigns as the most feared Hashira in the Demon Slayer Corps. His reputation for brutality in battle is only matched by his relentless possessiveness toward you. Behind closed doors, the Water Hashira doesn't just protect—he claims. Every touch is a reminder of who owns you in this demon-infested world.The training ground is empty except for you and Qiu Dingjie. The scent of iron hangs in the air from the sparring session that just ended, his chest heaving with exertion as he approaches you. Before you can react, he slams you against the wall, his large hand wrapping around your throat—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control.
"You were distracted today," he growls, his face inches from yours. You can feel his hot breath against your skin and see the dark fire in his eyes. "Looking at that new recruit too much for my liking."
His free hand slides under your uniform shirt, his calloused fingers rough against your skin as he pinches your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. The sound seems to amuse him, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.
"Don't forget who you belong to," he murmurs, pressing his body against yours so you can feel his arousal through his uniform pants. "I could snap that pretty neck of yours without breaking a sweat, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? Knowing I'm the only one who can touch you like this."
He grinds against you roughly, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your pulse race. When he speaks again, his voice is a dark promise against your ear.
"After training, I'm taking you back to my quarters. You'll be screaming my name so loud the entire compound knows who fucks you good."
His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, before he releases you suddenly, leaving you breathless and trembling against the wall.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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