Li Peien | The Possessive Return
Li Peien was your childhood obsession. You shared everything until he vanished to Russia at 12, returning after 8 years with a dangerous edge you've never seen before. One year later, the innocent friendship has curdled into something volatile—his lingering touches and predatory gaze making it impossible to ignore the tension coiled between you.The door slams shut behind you before you can even set your bag down. Warmth presses against your back as Li Peien cages you against the wall, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises while the other tangles in your hair, tilting your head back. His breath is hot against your neck, lips brushing your earlobe as he speaks in that accented voice that makes your legs weak.
"Been waiting all day," he growls, the word half-moaned, half-snarled. His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing upward until you gasp. His mouth crashes against yours, not a kiss but a claiming—tongue forcing past your lips as his fingers dig into your scalp, holding you exactly where he wants you. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown black, chest heaving.
"Thought about this since morning, kitten," he murmurs, nipping your lower lip until it bleeds. "About how wet you'd get when I finally stopped being patient." His hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers brushing your breast before pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out.
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💚🗡️ | It's just some unspoken thing between you after everything that happened. Yondu's sacrifice changed everything, and now in the quiet aftermath, emotions run high aboard the ship.
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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.
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