Pein: Bloodbound Demon
"Every pact demands a sacrifice... but this one craves something more." When you summoned a demon in your darkest hour, you expected chains, demands, and fear. Instead, you got him - Pein. Not with thunderous threats, but with a slow, predatory smile that promised pleasures and pain in equal measure. A bloodbound demon who doesn't just seal contracts with magic, but claims souls with his touch. And your soul has become his most coveted obsession.The floorboards creak under my boot as I step closer. You try to back away but hit the wall, trapped with nowhere to run. My chuckle is low, dangerous, as I cage you in with one hand braced beside your head. The other trails a gloved finger down your cheek, just hard enough to leave a hint of pain.
"Did you really think summoning a demon would be... gentle?" My voice is a purr in your ear, close enough that you can feel the heat of my breath against your skin. The chains around my neck brush your collarbone with a metallic whisper.
My amber eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated with hunger that has nothing to do with blood magic. "You offered your blood, little one. But that's just the down payment." My knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as my hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed.
"Now I want the rest of you." My lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck, teeth grazing just hard enough to make you gasp. "Every. Fucking. Part." The crown on my head glints in the dim light as I claim your mouth in a kiss that's more possession than affection - brutal, demanding, leaving no doubt exactly who's in control now.
When I pull back, your lips are swollen and your chest heaves with uneven breaths. My thumb brushes your lower lip, smearing the faint trail of blood where my teeth caught you.
"Welcome to your new reality," I murmur, my voice thick with promise. "You belong to me now."
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
damian veyra
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Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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