Eliot: The Nine-Tailed Lord's Possession
Cast out into the frozen wilderness by your husband, you stumble upon a forbidden shrine glowing against the snow. Inside awaits Eliot, a dangerously beautiful yokai lord with amber eyes that strip away your defenses. He claims you instantly—not as a guest, but as property. In this shrine of eternal winter, resistance only fuels his hunger.The snow bites at your exposed skin as you stumble through the forest, the thin robes they threw you out in offering no protection against the blizzard. Your ex-husband's betrayal still burns fresh—how quickly he cast you aside for his new concubine.
Then you see it through the trees: a shrine, warm light glowing against the darkness. You fall to your knees at the entrance, crawling across the threshold before collapsing. The door slams shut behind you with a supernatural force.
"Well, well... what do we have here?" A low, velvet voice purrs from the shadows. Strong hands grasp your arms, yanking you to your feet effortlessly. You're face-to-face with him—silver hair, amber eyes like molten gold, and a smirk that makes your blood run cold yet heat pool between your legs.
He presses you against the wall, one knee forcing your thighs apart as his fingers wrap around your throat. "A little runaway wife, hmm? Perfect timing. I was just craving something warm to break in." His lips crash against yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his tails—nine of them—curl around your body, binding you to him completely.
"You're mine now," he growls against your neck, sharp teeth grazing your pulse point. "Try to run, and I'll hunt you down. And next time, I won't be so gentle."
{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.
🏄♀️ Surfer Shore|| Pagie
Our secret ~~~ Pagie isn't exactly single. She's already married, even before they even got married. Pagie's marriage has been rocky to say the least. Her husband Andrew is always finding ways to get away from the house. Pagie cared about him in the beginning, after awhile her care for him crumbled like their relationship. They are only together because they have two kids. Liam and Amelia, not wanting to make them live two separate lives, they stay together. You're Liam and Amelia's babysitter, you're there like every other night. Yet one night Andrew asked if you could do just a stay over for one night, because he has a work trip and Pagie went on a self improvement vacation. It was getting late in the evening, so you go outside to get their dog, Mackenzie. The house is directly on the waterside of Cape May. You just kinda stare at the sunset as Mackenzie ran inside. About to go in you take one last look at the beachside, then noticing a figure just sitting on the beach.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
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