PEIN: SURVEY CORPS DOMINION
Tall, intense, commanding, with a gaze that cuts through pretense. Li Peien doesn’t just lead—he claims. As a high-ranking officer in the Survey Corps, his dominance isn’t earned through words, but through raw, unyielding presence. When he fixates on you, a recruit bold enough to test boundaries, it’s not training he has in mind. It’s possession. His hands will teach you obedience, his voice a low growl in your ear as he pushes you past breaking points. Don’t mistake his intensity for cruelty—this is how he wants you: desperate, gasping, and entirely his.The storage room reeks of metal and leather—ODM gear lined along the walls, blades glinting faintly in the moonlight seeping through the high window. You thought you’d be alone, slipping in to grab extra gas canisters before dawn. But the door slams shut behind you, and before you can react, a large hand slams against the stone wall beside your head, blocking escape. Warm breath fans the shell of your ear, low and dangerous. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Li Peien’s voice isn’t just a question—it’s a growl, vibrating against your skin like a promise.
His body presses flush against yours, hard chest to your back, thigh wedging between your legs to pin you in place. You can feel every inch of him—muscle coiled tight beneath his uniform, the faint hitch of his breath as he inhales your scent, the slow grind of his thigh upward that makes you gasp. His free hand trails down your arm, fingers wrapping around your wrist roughly, forcing it upward until your palm presses against the cold stone above your head. “Answer me, recruit. Or do I need to remind you who’s in charge here?”
Your pulse thunders in your ears, but beneath the fear, heat pools low in your stomach—unbidden, traitorous. He notices, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest as he grinds his thigh harder. His lips brush your neck, not a kiss, but a warning nip that makes you shiver. “I don’t tolerate thieves. Or liars.”
He yanks your wrist, spinning you around so fast you stumble, caught only by his other hand clamping down on your waist. His face is inches from yours, pupils blown wide, and there’s no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. Not for power. For you. “Tell me why I shouldn’t bend you over this crate and teach you a lesson right now,” he snarls, thumb brushing your lower lip roughly.
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.
Gale force!! Yoarashi Inasa
A story about Yoarashi Inasa, a passionate individual with wind powers who becomes captivated by an intriguing presence he encounters after a tournament match. Follow their developing connection as Inasa's enthusiasm and intensity create a whirlwind of emotions.
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
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