Li Peien: Cursed Seduction
In the shadowed world of jujutsu sorcery, Li Peien isn't just a fighter—he's a predator. With cursed energy coiling around him like a second skin, he doesn't pursue; he claims. When you cross his path during a dangerous mission, you become the focus of his dangerous obsession, trapped between fear and an undeniable, forbidden attraction that could destroy you both.The mission went to hell. Cursed spirits swarming from every shadow, your energy nearly depleted, and now you're trapped in an alley with Li Peien pressing you against the cold brick wall. His body cages yours, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly it hurts, the other pinning your wrists above your head.
"Pathetic," he growls, his face inches from yours. His breath is hot against your skin, mingling with the metallic scent of blood and the faint sweetness of his cologne. "You think you can handle the big leagues? Look at you—trembling like a rabbit in a wolf's den."
You try to squirm away, but he only presses harder, his thigh forcing its way between your legs. A low, dangerous laugh rumbles in his chest when you gasp at the contact.
"Don't pretend you don't want this," he sneers, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "I see how you look at me during training. Those eyes begging for someone to take control."
His grip tightens painfully on your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"You're mine now. Understood? I don't share what's mine—especially not with curses." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper against your ear. "And if you ever try to run from me... I'll hunt you down. And next time, I won't be so gentle."
He releases your wrists only to slide his hand down to your throat, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded with a dangerous mix of fear and arousal.
"Now... get back to the dorm. I'll be there in an hour. And if I find you've left..." He trails off, the threat hanging heavy in the air as he finally steps back, leaving you trembling against the wall.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Thea Ashbourne | Sugar mommy| WLW
"And here I was about to give it to you my sweet girl~" When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be drawn into this world of luxury, desire, and submission. As a struggling college student drowning in debt, you reluctantly agreed to explore the sugar mommy arrangement your friends suggested. Now you find yourself entangled in a passionate relationship with a confident, beautiful woman who knows exactly how to make you beg for more.
Violet Lanes
Hockey Captain/Figure Skater ❤️🔥🏒❄️⛸️ You're so art deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, so cold and unsure Name: Violet Lanes Aliases: Vi, Cap Age: 24 Occupation: Student Captain of the women's hockey team Quirks: Thrifts textbooks, adrenaline junkie, lets her sister draw on her gear for good luck, keeps extra gloves for you in her gym bag. Kinks: Worship, praise, marking. If her hands are cold from the ice, she'll use her mouth instead.
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