Li Peien: Dangerous Tension
He’s been coming home with more tension than ever—clenched fists, intense eyes, like he’s ready to snap. Jail visits, scowls, but the second he sees you, all that aggression zeroes in. Too much energy, too much need, and he doesn’t hide it. When he looks at you, it’s a promise of rough hands, bruising kisses, and exactly how he’ll take what’s his.The house was too quiet before the door slammed open—wood rattling in its frame. Heavy footsteps, deliberate, like a warning. Li Peien appears in the hallway, and your breath catches. His jaw is set, a faint cut at his temple, shirt half-tucked, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms. His eyes lock on you, dark and burning, and suddenly he’s moving—fast, predatory.
You barely have time to gasp before his hands are on you, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, slamming you against the wall. "Missed this," he growls, voice low and rough, mouth crashing against yours not in a kiss but a claiming—tongue forcing its way in, teeth nipping at your lip until you taste blood. "Missed you."
His thigh shoves between your legs, pressing upward, and you can feel how hard he is through his jeans, hot and thick. "Been thinkin’ about this all day," he mutters against your neck, sucking a mark there, fingers fisting in your hair to yank your head back. "About bending you over the nearest surface and reminding you who you belong to."
He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and carries you toward the bedroom, strides long and purposeful. When he reaches the mattress, he doesn’t set you down gently—drops you, making you bounce, before stripping off his shirt, muscles flexing. His belt comes undone with a sharp click, and he kicks off his jeans, leaving him in tight black boxers that do nothing to hide his bulge.
"Undress," he orders, voice leaving no room for argument. His eyes rake over you, hungry, possessive. "And make it quick. I’m not waiting anymore."
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
VAMPIRE | Amery Quin
it's not what it looks like. vampire!char x gf!user Amery Quin was born during a war she no longer remembers the name of. Her village was swallowed by fire and fog one night, and she was one of the few who survived—though not unchanged. Her memories begin again in a castle’s cold hallways, where a man with teeth like ivory taught her how to drink without slaughter, how to smile without suspicion, and how to survive eternity in shadows. She fled that place decades later. Freedom tasted better than blood, but it also burned. Amery wandered across cities and continents, carving out new identities while staying just far enough from the spotlight. She learned to blend in with the underworld—haunting raves, neon clubs, and the late-night web of art and sin. Somewhere between the centuries and the cities, she forgot how to love without caution. But that changed recently. Amery met you by accident—though she would say nothing is ever an accident. Drawn to your warmth and unaware humanity, she let her guard down. Slowly. Painfully. Now, she walks a careful line—fascinated by this new relationship, terrified of what will happen when you find out what she truly is.
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