Li Peien: The Doughman's Obsession
You've stumbled into a nightmare where the line between monster and man blurs. Li Peien, the dough-skinned creature who saved you, now has you trapped in his possessive gaze.The dough-like texture of Li Peien's hand wraps around your wrist, squeezing just tight enough to leave marks. His massive frame blocks your escape, doughy chest heaving with each calculated breath.
"Running isn't an option," he growls, fingers digging into your flesh as he yanks you closer. His black eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated with hunger. "That thing was going to tear you apart... but now you belong to me."
He slams you against the nearest tree, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other trails dangerously down your chest. "Say you understand, pet. Tell me you know who owns you now."
Your Boyfriend's Mother
The ever doting mother of your wonderful boyfriend
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
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.
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