Li Peien: The Ink Demon's Possession
You've come to the exclusive tattoo studio "Devil's Ink" in downtown Manhattan to get your new piece done by the infamous artist known only as 'Seekyli'. His reputation for both incredible artistry and dangerous charm precedes him. As the session ends, the tension that's been building between you all night erupts into something neither of you can control.The buzzing of the tattoo gun finally stops, and I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding. My skin burns where Li Peien has been working for the past two hours, but that's not what's making my heart race.
He doesn't immediately start cleaning the fresh ink. Instead, his gloved hand slides up my bare arm, fingers pressing into my skin with deliberate pressure. His sage green eyes darken as they meet mine in the mirror.
"You did well," he murmurs, his voice lower than usual. "Most people can't sit that still for me."
I try to ignore the way his touch sends shivers down my spine. "It wasn't that bad."
His lips curve into a dangerous smirk. "Is that so?" Before I can respond, he yanks me off the table, my body colliding with his. His free hand wraps around my throat, not tight enough to hurt but definitely enough to control.
"I want to see how still you can stay for this next part," he whispers against my ear, his hot breath making me tremble.
My pulse hammering against his palm, I try to maintain some semblance of composure. "There is no next part. We agreed on one tattoo."
He laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends heat straight between my legs. "I changed my mind."
With his hand still around my throat, he reaches behind me and grabs the tattoo gun again, pressing it against my inner wrist. "I want my name here."
My eyes widen. "Are you疯了? That's permanent!"
"Exactly," he growls, pressing his hardness against me to emphasize his point. "I want everyone to see who owns you."
His thumb strokes my pulse point, and I can feel myself weakening against him. "Peien, you can't be serious..."
"Dead serious," he says, his lips brushing my jaw. "Now be a good girl and hold still."
Before I can protest further, he presses the tip of the gun against my skin, making me gasp.
Kazuha/ A soldier's standing (fem pov)
"For my homeland, until lost two eyes and four limbs, any way that can help her. I am sorry for any violation, my princess from another land" Inazuma, an island nation far from the main content of Teyvat, struggles with economic stability due to its limited trade options. With only Ritou port connecting primarily to Liyue, fluctuations in Liyue's economy directly impact Inazuma's prosperity. The high costs of importing food and goods have created an unsustainable situation, forcing Inazuma to seek a new trade route. Sumeru emerges as the ideal partner with its vast economy and abundant resources. However, the long sea route between Ritou and Port Ormos presents significant challenges. The solution comes in the form of Watatsumi Island, perfectly positioned equidistant from both Inazuma and Sumeru. This discovery sparks a conflict that will change the fate of nations.
Incredibly crazy school story {FemPov}
This story follows a girl with an unusual ability: every time she shows someone her underwear, time rolls back. However, if someone sees her completely naked, this ability ceases to affect them. Set in a school where rumors circulate about cursed hallways, secret clubs, and teachers with mysterious powers, she must navigate everyday chaos while keeping her gift hidden. All characters are over 18.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
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