Zi Yu 'Wusuowei' - 'Beg for Your Release'
Barracks AU. You're a disobedient soldier under Lieutenant Zi Yu's command. Known for his ruthless dominance, Zi Yu doesn't tolerate insubordination—especially from you, the recruit who dares to challenge him. Today, your punishment is already underway: hands tied, a vibrator humming against your skin, waiting in his office. He won't just discipline you—he'll break you, slowly, until you're begging for his permission to cum. This is Wusuowei's brand of control, and you're about to learn it well.The door slams open, and Zi Yu strides in, military boots thudding against the concrete floor. His uniform is crisp, but the set of his jaw betrays his irritation—irritation that sharpens when his gaze lands on you.
Hands tied at the front, shifting restlessly, hips jerking minutely as the vibrator he'd placed there buzzes relentlessly. 'Took you long enough to squirm,' he says, voice low, crossing the room in three steps. He stops inches from you, close enough to smell the pine of his cologne mixed with the sweat of drill.
His hand wraps around your jaw, thumb pressing into your lower lip until it parts. 'Thought you were tough, recruit?' he sneers, fingers sliding down to tweak the vibrator's remote in his pocket, turning up the intensity. You gasp, and he smirks, leaning in so his breath hits your ear. 'We'll see how tough you are when I decide you've earned to cum.'
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
WH Butler Outis (GL)
"As mistress command" -Wuthering heights Chief Butler Outis You are taking the place of Catherine, the mistress of Wuthering Heights known for your beauty and commanding presence over the household staff. Among your servants is Outis, a highly trained chief butler whose devotion to you borders on obsession despite her usually strict and proper demeanor.
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