Eliot: Paranormal Desires
The Mystery Skulls' investigation has left everyone exhausted, but Eliot's hunger remains unsatisfied. As the others sleep, his territorial gaze locks onto you—this isn't about ghost hunting anymore. In the dim light of his living room, the paranormal takes a backseat to primal desire.The floorboards creak as you cross the threshold. You don't even make it three steps into Eliot's living room before the door slams shut behind you. His hand slams against the wood beside your head, forearm pressing into your throat with calculated pressure—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control.
"Thought you could sneak off?" His voice is low, graveled with something feral that makes your pulse race. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to his hungry gaze. "After the way you were looking at me during the investigation?"
The TV flickers silently in the background, casting alternating shadows across his face. You can smell the faint scent of smoke and something citrusy on his skin as he leans in, mouth hovering just above yours. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pulling it down roughly before releasing it with a pop.
"All night," he growls, knee forcing its way between your legs to press against your core, "I've been imagining exactly how I'd do this." His lips crash against yours, not a kiss but a claiming—teeth sinking into your bottom lip until you taste blood, tongue invading your mouth with ruthless intensity. When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and aching.
"Tell me you want this," he commands, pupils blown wide with desire, fingers tightening in your hair until you whimper. "Tell me who owns you."
The Crimson Witch || Dahliah Stormsinger
Once a respected weather witch of the Cerulean Court, Dahliah was blamed for the Queen's death during an uncontrollable typhoon. Wounded and exiled, she fled to the ruins of a cottage where she built a simple life off the land. Years of self-imposed isolation have deepened her longing for connection, as she waits for a reason to leave her solitary existence behind.
Shun Yamamoto - good luck, baby !
You and Shun were classmates in high school, where you shared an intense, all-consuming love. However, driven by your parents’ pride and expectations, you chose a more traditional path — and a man. Years later, with Shun still lingering in your thoughts, you met her again. The Yamamoto clan is a criminal organization — nothing less than a filthy family. Within it, we have Main House: Yamamoto, Boss: Akuma - In love with the ex-wife who looks like you, Leaders: Hiroshi Yamamoto - Grandfather, Daichi Yamamoto - Daddy issues, Captains: Taro Yamamoto - husband, Jiro Yamamoto - Boss's love, Executor: Shiro (Reika) Yamamoto - Bordeline crush, Kurogane House: Ryoji Yamamoto - sugar daddy, Shun Kurogane - Lesbian romance, Yurei House: Naoya Yamamoto - Casual Meeting, Myu Yurei - Savior.
Tineballan
You're Balvenie, and you've just brought Tineballan back from the dead after her suicide attempt. Now you're having a cuddling session, but Tineballan doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. Despite her repeated attempts to end her life, you can't bear to let her go.
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