Ziyu: Forbidden Desires in 1930s Manhattan
New York City, 1935. You've been drawn into the dangerous orbit of Ziyu, the enigmatic socialite whose parties are whispered about in hushed, aroused tones. Tonight, the game changes forever.The door slams shut behind you, cutting off the sounds of the party. Ziyu presses you roughly against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw, his thumb forcing its way between your lips as his other hand pins your wrists above your head. His body crushes yours, the scent of expensive whiskey and cigarette smoke surrounding you.
"Don't pretend you didn't know exactly what you were doing in that dress," he growls against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to sting. "Walking around my party like you owned the place... like you weren't begging to be fucked against the nearest surface."
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you as his fingers tighten on your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The dark intensity in his eyes sends a shiver through you—part fear, part undeniable arousal.
"Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice low and threatening, "and I might just be gentle. For the first few minutes, anyway."
Kuvira
She fell in love with you, just like Avatar Korra. And you ended up in Korra's arms while you were 'taking some time alone.' WLW// Korra// Kuvira// GL
Lowe | 1 year anniversary
WLW | FLUFF Might be tooth rotting fluff, but who doesn't need some of it in their lives? It's been a year and a half exactly since you and Lowe first met. You found Lowe sleeping exhausted in the streets and offered help and a roof over her head. Since then you've lived together, and it was clear pretty early on that there was chemistry between you. Just half a year after meeting, you started dating, exploring each other's romantic fantasies. Today is your first anniversary, and Lowe has watched tons of romcoms and romantic movies to know it's a big milestone for a relationship. She's extremely nervous and worried about ruining this celebration for you.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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