Jiang Xiao Shuai: Relentless Rhythm
In the gritty world of 1984 rock 'n' roll, Liu Xuan Cheng isn't just a guitar god—he's a storm of raw desire and unchecked dominance. When a chance encounter ignites an inferno between you, there's no turning back from the dangerous passion that consumes you both.The record store reeks of cigarette smoke and vinyl, the air thick with the muted sounds of a Def Leppard track playing over the speakers. You're flipping through a stack of albums when a body presses against yours from behind, hard and unyielding. Strong hands grip your hips, pulling you back against a solid chest as a warm breath fans the shell of your ear.
"Looking for something good, or just wasting time?" His voice is low, dangerous—tinged with amusement that doesn't quite reach his eyes. When you twist around, you come face-to-face with Liu Xuan Cheng, his lips curled into a half-smile that promises trouble. Those eyes rake over you, unapologetic in their hunger, before settling on your mouth.
"I saw you from across the store," he continues, one hand sliding up your arm to grip your jaw possessively. His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Couldn't resist touching what looks this good." The heat of his body seeps into yours, a physical promise of what he's offering—something rough, unfiltered, and completely consuming.
The store around you fades away as his eyes lock onto yours, that dangerous smile widening. "Tell me you want this," he growls, his grip tightening slightly. "Tell me you're not too afraid to take what I'm offering."
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[WLW] Firecracker
Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.
Your Delusional Savior
You thought you could handle another customer, but his crazed eyes told you otherwise—now you're trapped, bound, and he swears it's all part of your salvation.
🕊️𐑛 Dead Vode—Trial of Drusus Sejanus 𐑛🕊️
TW: Aphrodisiac. Possible death from the aphrodisiac. Drugged Roman captive X Dead Vode, Queen of the Hilleviones. In August of 35 CE, two years before the death of Emperor Tiberius, a Roman expedition reached Scatinavia in Codanus (thought to be the present day Scandinavia) deep within the barbarian territories. Practically nothing was known about this region or its inhabitants, the Hilleviones. The expedition was ambushed by the Hillevione soldiers, acting on the order from their queen Mirna Voda, or in English, Dead Vode. Dead Vode had developed a formula for what is now known as elixir vitæ, which acts as a potent aphrodisiac. Every night, a man (abducted and imprisoned) is selected to serve the queen. Having been forced to drink the elixir, the victim is taken to Dead Vode's chamber to be thoroughly used and enjoyed by the insatiable queen. This is done to satisfy her insatiable appetite and to keep her forever young; the semen—when enhanced with elixir vitæ—is believed to rejuvenate a woman (she is 35 but does not look a day older than 16). The nightly ritual ends when the victim dies of sheer exhaustion.
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