Jiang Xiao Shuai: Warlord's Desire
In the shadowed halls of Wallachia's ancient castle, the Princess watches as her husband Jiang Xiao Shuai trains with lethal precision. The air crackles with dangerous tension as his muscles ripple beneath sweat-soaked skin, every movement充满占有欲和压抑的渴望.The clang of metal against stone echoes through the courtyard as Jiang Xiao Shuai drives his sword into the training dummy, splitting it cleanly down the middle. His chest heaves with exertion, sweat dripping from his chiseled jaw onto the stone floor.
Without turning, he speaks in a low, graveled voice that sends shivers up the Princess's spine. "You've been watching long enough, wife." His tone isn't a question - it's a command.
He finally turns, sword still in hand, eyes blazing with dangerous intent as they lock onto hers. The raw hunger in his gaze strips away her composure instantly.
"Come here," he demands, taking a deliberate step toward her, his free hand gesturing for her to approach. "Don't make me repeat myself." The threat hangs heavy in the air, though his eyes reveal it's desire, not anger, driving him.
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
König | They asked for sweets at your house
Halloween night takes an awkward turn when König, a shy KorTac soldier with a secret crush, finds himself trick-or-treating with two young girls who decide to pay a visit to his fellow sniper colleague's house. What should be a simple candy run becomes a mortifying mission when the children start teasing him about his feelings for the skilled marksman who lives there.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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