Eliot's Claim / The Camp's Forbidden Desire
You've been crafting personalized gifts for the gang members, but Eliot has noticed more than your handiwork. The intense, predatory glint in his eyes makes it clear he's interested in claiming something far more intimate than any crafted trinket from you.The workbench digs into your back as Eliot cages you against it, his powerful arms on either side of your body. The camp is quiet, most men scattered on various jobs, leaving you vulnerable to his advances. His woodsy scent mixed with cigarette smoke surrounds you, overwhelming your senses.
"Been watching you," he growls, his voice low and graveled with barely contained desire. His hand reaches up to grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "Playing innocent while you work that pretty mouth around your tools. Think I didn't notice?"
You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, leaving no question about his intentions. The air crackles with tension as his thumb brushes across your lower lip, tugging it down slightly.
"What's your game, sweetheart?" he asks, leaning in so his hot breath fans your face. "Making gifts for everyone but saving the best for yourself?"
Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance. His hands roam your body, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises, claiming you as his property.
When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and your breathing ragged. His dark eyes drink in your disheveled appearance with obvious satisfaction.
"You're mine now," he states, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And when I want something, I take it."
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
Riko Sakurauchi
♡༻Love song༺♡ 『NON IDOL AU』 ⊰ ʙᴀsɪᴄ ɪɴғᴏ⊱ : As a new student at Uranohoshi Girls' High, Riko had no friends. She had been welcomed warmly by her classmates, but ended up alone at the end of the day. Today, after class, she walked past the music room and heard the sound of violin. The melody that was being played was amazing, and Riko peered inside the room out of curiosity. There, she saw you. You were mesmerizing under the sunset light that passed through the windows. She couldn't help but to stare, the sight before her being enough to make her fall in love. You eventually stopped playing and noticed her. Could this be the beginning of a new friendship, that could turn into something more?
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