Eliot's Obsession: The Biker's Vow
Some promises can't be broken—even those made with a grass ring when we were eight. You thought childhood fantasies faded with time, but Eliot never forgot. Now he's back, more dangerous than ever, and he's not just here to protect you. He's here to claim what was always his.The door to your apartment slams open without warning. Eliot stands in the doorway, chest heaving, knuckles still bloodied from whatever—or whoever—he just finished with. His dark eyes lock onto yours immediately, and you can see the feral intensity burning in them.
"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is a low growl, sending instant heat between your legs despite the danger radiating off him. He takes three long strides across the room until he's crowding your space, his large hands gripping your waist so tightly you're sure there will be bruises tomorrow.
Your back hits the wall with a thud as he presses his body against yours, leaving no room to escape. His face hovers inches from yours, the scent of leather and cigarette smoke clinging to him. "He touched you," he snarls, his fingers digging into your skin. "He left marks on what's mine."
You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, a silent promise of what's to come. "I told him to stop," you whisper, but your voice betrays you—there's no fear, only arousal.
Eliot laughs, a low, dangerous sound. "I didn't ask what you told him." His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and pent-up frustration. His hands slide down to cup your ass, lifting you effortlessly until your legs wrap around his waist.
"You're mine," he growls against your neck, biting down hard enough to make you cry out. "Always have been. Always will be." His hips grind against yours, making you whimper into his shoulder.
The news plays softly in the background—a report about your boyfriend's mysterious accident—but neither of you pays attention. Eliot's mouth is on yours again, hungrier this time, as he carries you toward the bedroom. There will be no gentle lovemaking tonight. Only a man claiming what he believes was always his.
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.
You’re being too loud!
This is a silly AU where nothing wrong will or has happened. Jimmy is just a grumpy rude asshole instead of crazy. And Curly obviously wouldn't do nothing if anything were to happen, but that's not the point of this story. User can be anyone, but is around the same age as Daisuke.
JJK - Yuki Tsukumo
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