#so so so sorry for my piss poor writing and spelling

[acoolka]

I now have a Euclidian sona to project onto because I am obsessed with how their anatomy is

So this is the ref and an extra explanation of how it works

This is all i could draw today due to circumstances-TM

This is an angel-demon thing due to being inspired by angel bill art:

INFODUMP BIG LORE WARNING TEXT

Their story is that instead of destroying euclidia - while bill was in the process of “freeing them” - he miscalculted and what happened instead was he was pouring his life force into turning euclidians into 3d beings. Obviously, rewiring the whole being of, like, millions of shapes took much more energy than he expected; which he only realized about quater way in. Which was already way too late to change anything as he was being torn asunder into thousands of pieces.

The result of that was about a thousand of mildly empowered and very disoriented euclidians floating in the middle of space-nowhere, with only, like, a couple of them knowing vaguely what happened (due to listening to bill’s crazy public rants).

It took the survivors an unknown amount of time to gather together and compile a comprehensive picture of what happened and what to do next. [Insert massive timeskip here]

Billions of years down the line the now re-established euclidian society knows of the The Catalyst Event as such:

The legend goes: Once upon a time, when we lived in a world much more simple and pleasant. Sometimes - a shape with mystical powers was born. Some had unnatural strength - to lift things much bigger then themselves, some could bend light to their whims. Such things were very rare, and Cipher was one such shape. His ability most unusual of the rest: he could see into another world. Built so unlike our own - that it was impossible to conceive, nevermind describe. In our native world - the concepts he brought up - such as stars and “up” were considered immensely absurd; And thus he was known as the crazy councilman’s son.

We do not know much of the in-between time, but those who saw it say: “For long he talked about made-up things in the middle of the street, most of us thought he’d been on drugs. However we hoped he might’ve calmed down after not being seen for some time. And the next thing I know - the image of him is superimposed all over my vision. It was everywhere. I could not look away. I think i understood in that moment what he meant by “up”, and yet at the same time it was incomprehensible. Everything swam, but everything was on fire. Blue fire that flowed like the ground and like the people around me. Their organs dripping out of their body through the holes that arent there. Their screaming was all I could hear, but mine too, joining them in the neverending chorus… And through all of it, him, the crazy councilmans kid, he was in “the up”, screaming with us, breaking into pieces. I was more, I was cold, I was burning alive. There was something inside of me that was foreign, it was taking up the space that I didn’t have, too much, too much. I couldnt handle it, i screamed and screamed, for that was all I could do, hoping that would be enough, that if I flailed a bit more - the visions would take pity on me. But I was too numb, I couldnt think, I couldnt bear to move, praying to the unmerciful triangle that his apparition kills me sooner than later… And I woke up. My vision hurt, however strange that sounds. Couldnt feel anything in my body other than that. Only me that did not feel like me anymore, And an infinite void, sparkling with something, and my thoughts. It hurt to think too, for a while.”

Needless to say, we dont tell this part to kids.

After The Event - those of us who survived (and kept most of their mind intact) - did their best to find each other. We found almost a thousand, if there are more - they would be very lucky to be found in this infinity. We did our best to organize ourselves and make plans to rebuild whatever we have left. Nothing good came out of that mind you, travelling together as a monolith kind of group was unsustainable at best and a horrid idea in general; And we had no base to build anything anywhere, as our memories and bodies were all we had left. We were also all different people, too different, and keeping any sort of communication is impossible out here, with nothing to make, and the only way to communicate being face to face - to the disappointment of many - the only way we could progress and survive is either in small groups, or alone. Going to explore the nothing for any news and help at all, hoping we will find each other and reconvene once again in some future.

And so it went. The multiverse became familiar with a new nomadic species - weird flat shapes with stick-like limbs, that had various magical abilities: some more powerful than others. They were categorised, and labeled a bland name, “Shape demons”, for how they are shapes, for their disturbing shared ability to be summoned as if corporeal spirits, and for being able to forming binding magical contracts. Each of those creatures has an different affinities and power, so it would be wise not to mess with them and be specific when negotiating.

It is happy that some were able to come across and pass on a terms of infinity communication; so while not all, a lot of us formed a sort of disjointed community at last. A social media for the lost; Looking if there is a place to make a home.

So much time passes, none alive could measure it. And yet we live and we remember. Searching for nobody knows what. However only but three human centuries ago, just one square, certainly smarter than most for sure, found a place to rest on a plane inhabited with very complicated and gross creatures. But only after a bit discovered that they couldn’t leave a small village, prevented by a barrier. Of course, asking the locals proved futile as neither understood each other, and the creatures with houses were either fearful or hostile, never-mind the aggressive fauna and flora! The smart square was very fortunate to have found one resident that is quite reasonable, and it was smart too! Together, the genius minds taught the other their language, and worked towards many great things. The pair built a portal into the multiverse for easy access to resources and contact with other shapes, then, with other found alien minds to weigh in, they figured out how to break the wretched barrier. It was not considered, then, that such action would also let out the hostile and difficult to handle flora/fauna - that, as it turns out, did not exist on the rest of the planet! That was a mess and a half to handle, thats for sure.

In “modern” times however, humans have worked hard to acclimate to the onslaught of the supernatural. A shaky truce was established in the last 50-or-so years; non sentient creatures handled by a special task-force, the sentient ones have forced through a negotiation of “human” rights (they worked, and still work, for freedom alongside the marginalised and dehumanised groups of humans. Who surprisingly, for the most part accepted their aid). Shapes that have decided to settle on Earth of this universe are… very few. It is a rarity to see one, usually an occasion of seeing a shape demands a selfie and a blog post at least.

As for Euan, their story is not complicated.

A travelling Shape demon couple had an unintentional offspring. They travel a lot, and frankly - care not for wasting time and energy on raising a whole new person. Earth-08356 came up on their radar, a fine place to look for any bleeding-heart creature who longs for a young of their own. A spiritual human was recommended a ritual by a friend of a friend, for a guardian spirit - that, for a price, can grant any wish. The woman couldnt carry one of her own, as a miscarriage too many made it too dangerous. She partook to many religions in search of an answer, a cure, but despite the supernatural and the weird now permeating the planet - there were none. The ritual was supposed to be one of many, yet it became a solution. The shape couple answered the summons, ‘perfect, just what is needed’. The never yet mother begs for a magical cure, for fertility and health to carry a small one to spread her love and want that she could not contain. The Demons respond, ‘ you will recieve a young all of your own, to love and raise, and it will love you in return. We will not demand payment, yet for a neglect of some of your wish. The child will not be of your blood. It will not bleed red, nor be a human child at all. Your want is of a mother yearning for a helpless little person to love without condition. So the deal is such: You will gain an offspring of your very own, it will love you eternally, you shall teach it all you know; But can your love be pure? To love still, an alien so far removed from any creature you have seen? It will love you for as long as you love it, yet it will be hard, many do not like that which is different. Will you accept it? Can you protect it?… Will you? ‘

And thus a human gains a child. It is cute, it loves, and it is loved. The demons did not lie, Euan was a challenge after challenge. In fact, the challenges do not seem to stop. It is hard, and very taxing on every resource she has. The child is good and full of warmth, but by the infinity do they not fit into human society, no matter how hard they try or what is done - the only saving grace is that mental illness is similar in such different beings.

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That is all lore-talk for now, now onto more technical stuff:

Their parents’ ability is to make ones body into liquid, and the other ones is to fall apart into smaller copies of themself/ or grow when enough energy is consumed. Euan, thus, can usually shapeshift their body like a constructor of two triangles, and manipulate their facial features and limbs to a disturbing degree. Yet they’ve always felt dysphoric for… something.

I have not yet figured a way to do this, but I planned for them to somehow get infused with a copious amount of energy (like, idk, spontaneous wormhole be upon ye) - and unlock like, near infinite shapeshifting. Or something along the lines of danny phantom aka unhealthy amounts of multiverse magic radiation exploded with them in the middle and now they can walk throughwalls disappear andfly- take any form and rip space matter apart due to being everywhere and everything all at once.

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Extra ref with the infinity bag and some glitches?? not sure where I was going with this…

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Encontrar tu media naranja

♥ pairing: lando norris x latina!fem!singer!reader

♥ synopsis: during one of your concerts a fan threw their phone up on stage. after you finished recording a video, you tried tossing it back to them and ended up accidentally hitting a world famous f1 driver in the face

♥ smau - none of the pictures are mine - face claim: alexa demie

♥ warnings: swearing, blood, accidental violence lol !!!

♥ a/n: if I had a nickel for every time I wrote a fanfic about finding love by getting hit in the face with object I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. + ignore spelling errors in my Spanish please some of it autocorrected lol

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You turned your back towards the crowd as people cheered. You raised the phone in your hand up high to get as many people in the video as possible. After you ended the recording, you clicked the phone off and tried tossing it back to the original fan that threw it on stage.

There was an audible gasp from the crowd around the barricades as the phone hit a man's face. You covered your gaping mouth with your hand as you realized what you'd just done.

Your jaw was still dropped as you tried to speak.

"¿Estás bien?" you questioned.

(are you okay?)

You panicked internally as you tried to think of what to do.

"Can we get him some help?" you said, turning your gaze towards a few security guards.

"Todo el mundo por favor retroceda."

(everyone please stand back)

Security walked the man and his party out of the stadium rendering you absolutely speechless.

"Uhm," you said into the mic. "Did you get your phone back?" you asked the initial fan with an embarrassed expression.

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yourusername IM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OK

user6 HOW HARD DID SHE THROW THAT PHONE 😭😭😭

user9 miss girl can THROWWW

user1 y/n l/n baseball career when?

user7 girl needs to be pitching for the red sox, fuck 😭

user5 I feel so bad for laughing so hard

user10 the piss poor bandages on his nose-

user4 why is there so much blood holy shit

user12 didn't know Lando was a fan of her

user14 pretty sure Carlos dragged him to her concert lol

user2 not his friends laughing at him 💀

user18 someone drop the video

user16 is he okay?!?!

user17 meet cute 😍

user1 WHY IS THIS IS SO FUNNY

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yourusername safe to say he forgave me

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user7 STUNNER

user1 you can throw a phone at my face any time 🤷‍♀️

user6 LANDO NOWINS NO MORE

user9 I will never get over this 😭

user18 it was just an inchident

user16 wait she wasn't wearing that while she was there??

user19 pretty sure that was a pic of her at whatever after parties they went to lol

user14 Florida nights are cold as fuck

user4 do you think Carlos is jealous of all the attention Lando is getting from her

user2 the poly fics write themselves

user10 oh my god YESSS!!!

user50 why does f1 invite celebrities that know nothing about the sport???

user12 not her wearing landos merch

user3 im sure he made her wear it lmaoo

user5 LANDO'S FIRST WIN

user17 P1 LETS FUCKING GO

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-A Few Months Later-

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carlossainz55 and this was the same guy who was complaining about going to her concert a few months ago

landonorris if I remember correctly that concert ended pretty badly for me

user12 you got a girlfriend out of it I’d call that a win

user40 @/user12 they're not dating ???

user10 find someone who smiles at you the way they smile at each other

user9 they’re so cute

user3 don’t be shy drop the picture(s) he took of her

user7 I need him I fear

user8 📱👃

user1 hes so cute

user13 just date already

user15 you're so pretty

user17 I will literally never forget her breaking his nose lmaooo

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yourusername my new single "encontrar tu media naranja" is out now 🧡

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user8 ok but why does the guy in the music video look like lando...

user7 oh my god

user13 I see the vision

user9 YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user1 Kali Uchis collab when?

user12 literally begging for a song with her, kali, and peso pluma

user3 orange sodas >>>

user24 📱👃

user11 this song is so good 🧡

user18 who's the guy in the mv???

user19 shes gorgeous

user17 I love her

user25 wait this is the singer that broke lando's nose

user5 🧡🧡🧡

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landonorris te amo querida 🧡

yourusername 🧡

user5 bro's adorable

user2 encontrar tu media naranja? more like econtrar tu media papaya

user1 that's an interesting angle

user9 Lando still doesn't know how to make a heart with his hands lmao 😭

user7 I FUCKING KNEW IT !!!

user11 YESSS

user14 and now they're married with five kids

user18 mom and dad

carlossainz55 formally known as lando "who's y/n?"Norris

landonorris ive grown since then

user12 fuck Romeo and Juliet I want what they have

user6 so the song WAS about lando

user8 and it all started with a phone 📱

user10 I'm tearing up

[volturiprincess]

How'd the guards react if they caught reader wearing a pheromone perfume?

Sorry for the long await, I been going through a little writers block but its coming back. I hope this makes up for it💙 (I quiet liked writing Felix's part😁)

What Are You Doing To Me?

Warnings: some mentions of smut (kind of)

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Felix:

As his mischief little mate (hehe poor fe, i love to have reader mess with him and Demetri and on occasion Alec🤭) you wanted to test something new with him

Two sprays later (the second for luck) of this perfume he goes absolutely feral over it 

Like his animalistic side comes out instantly (I’m picturing his face when he’s pinning down Eggward in New Moon, gosh do I love that scene of the handsome giant)

Pupils are dilating the minute he catches a scent of it, there so dilated that you can't even see the wine red in his eyes anymore 

Has you against the nearest wall when he catches you

Leaning his face dangerously close to your neck inhaling your scent

If he wasn't as feral before, well you better realize he is 100x more worse now

“How dare you walk around smelling like my next meal, hmmm little lamb?” (basically purrs it out into your neck, creating such a deep shiver that ran down your whole body)

With that he tosses you over his muscular shoulder carrying you off to your shared bedroom

He will not let you leave his arms 

He has envelop you in his arms with his nose buried into your neck 

Will lick,kiss, suck every inch of expose neck he can get his lips on to taste this new scent of yours 

He won't dare let you go for hours, even if it's time to feed, you basically have to pry and beg him to go feed or he won't go

He will ask you to only wear it when you two are alone or planning to be in your shared room all day (or during you know when😏)

Again absolutely feral, a total animal 

Demetri:

Could basically hear your cute little giggles as you are applying this perfume when he is waiting for you for your date night

Not expecting his darling to be up to something he is totally cut off guard when you walk out the bathroom with the most intoxicating but oh so addicting smell that his nose has the honor to be blessed with

Before you can even say your ready, you are pinned on the bed with him on top of you smelling you from head to toe (he does not have a foot fetish, my casanova is not like that, he’s classy)

He does this multiple times to memorize this smell and to make sure his nose is not deceiving him

“What kind of spell have you set on me, mi dulce niña?”

Basically starts to worship your body with small delicate kisses on any exposed skin he finds (as he should, why did that give me goosebumps?)

Each kiss results a deep inhale of your scent 

Unlike Felix, he is controlling his savage side so he does ravage you here and there so soon 

He wants to take his time and enjoy this 

Good luck trying to leave the bedroom because he won't let you until the smell is complete off your body (which takes days since you might of applied a bit to many sprays thinking at first it was not doing anything)

Alec:

The way you can make this vamp contemplate his whole existence still after he’s been around for so long never fails to amuse you 

Today you decided to mess with him 

After convincing Heidi to go shopping with you for this perfume you started to form a plan 

As your getting all ready for him you make your way with the perfume already on to him

You knew he was currently in the Volturi lounge area with the others 

You walk in and all four heads snap your way instantly

Alec’s as if on cue was at your side guiding you away from everyone else quickly 

He doesn't say a word until you are outside 

A little confused as to why he choose outside he turned to you with one of the most pissed off looks to ever exist 

Thinking he’s going to scold you (something you gotten used to but have a hard time taking him seriously when he looks so hot mad)

“Why? Why would you torture me like this?”

You're taken back by his question, are you really torturing him? I mean kind off, you were messing with him with putting this perfume on but at the same time you love to mess with him

Even though he looks pissed beyond pissed, you can tell he is holding himself back which is surprising since you know he is the first to react with his instincts during confrontations 

He just watches you with a scowl, it's almost amusing to see him ‘mad’ 

But with you being you and not knowing the whole effect you have on him he sighs and pulls you into his arms 

Thinking it's just a simple hug, he buries his face into your neck and tightens his grip on you slightly (not enough to hurt you obviously) 

To say he likes it is an understatement, he fucking loves it 

Oh you two remain outside for hours in this position, no words are exchange just his beautiful face buried in your neck, mesmerizing the scent down to the root of it 

When ever you do ware this he will take you outside where nobody will be able to smell you but him (possessive much)

Jane:

Where do I even start with this 

Jane was off on a mission and due to come back soon so you thought this was the perfect time to try out the perfume

You waited for her on the little bench built into the wall staring outside the window in your guy’s shared chambers 

You knew her along with the other three were coming back today because jane promised you 

She never breaks promises about her returns 

Soon enough she was back but you were lost in thought that you didn't even see her enter the room to be standing next to you

She grabbed your jaw tilting your head up towards her 

You can see how her pupils dilating 

Confused as to what is happening to her and about to ask her a question 

She leans her face into your neck 

You freeze for a minute until you feel her relax into you 

She literally melts into you, molds even in a way 

You felt yourself melt also as you don't dare interrupt her moment of softness 

She whispers a small “You smell nice, you need to wear this when I am coming back from mission from now on”

“Of course my little dabria”

And you do obey her because you know when she comes back from a mission she always seems a bit stiffer than usual, knowing you can calm her down makes you want to buy 20 more bottles of the perfume

[nashusglasses]

note: just had a brief, dizzying spell thinking about subtly flirting with suguru in your jujutsu high years. listen. LISTEN. *shaking your shoulders violently, tears lining my eyes* he'll take care of you. here's my take on the forever-famous perilla leaf debate

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Suguru takes it upon himself to be grill master for the night. Satoru's too busy stuffing the little tofu bowls down his throat, and Shoko's already in a sake-induced stupor of laziness.

You try taking some pickled radish. Satoru swipes at it in 0.2 seconds and swallows it down before your chopsticks even reach the bowl.

"There's a bowl closer to you," you complain.

Satoru brightens at your suggestion, grabbing the cold ceramic and tipping the radish past his tongue. "The one you were going for looked juicier," he chews through his words.

Whatever. You could always order more. Suguru says nothing, diligently flipping the beef in the pan. Shoko asks you to move out the booth seat because she needs to piss.

When you sit back down, Satoru is already writing to get 5 more orders of pickled bean sprouts and spicy tofu. "How about rice? Six more bowls?"

Suguru sneers. "You're a pig."

"I'm a growing boy. Okay, six–" Satoru hums to himself, frowning– "and maybe some more potatoes. Do you think Shoko wants mushrooms? Because I want more mushrooms."

While Satoru contemplates Shoko's dietary concerns, Suguru drops a heap of perfectly-browned beef on your plate. "Oh. Thank you," you say, and he nods with a gentle smile.

"Let me know if you want more."

Your heart pangs a quiet beat. You nod, too, picking at the meat, convincing yourself that the heat in your face is from the sizzling plate in front of you, and not from Suguru's rolled up sleeves, or the way he carefully adds more to the pan to cook for Satoru's seemingly-bottomless appetite.

You're almost wary when you make a grab for the perilla leaves. Satoru's too good at guessing your next move. You try to prepare yourself, his quick ha!, all the leaves suddenly stuck in his chopsticks, leaving none to spare.

He's too busy chiding Suguru for burning his beef, though. Good. No sudden movements from the manchild with ten stomachs.

You try to grab a leaf. They stick together, folded over in the slick of sauce, and suddenly you miss Shoko because she's always the first to offer help. Her and her stupid small bladder.

You try again. The bottom chopstick manages to slip under one leaf, but a waitress comes by with the five hundred sides Satoru ordered, and the table rattles when he slams his hands down in excitement, bellowing thank you very much!, and your attempt is thwarted when the leaves curl again.

Satoru scarfs down three radish bowls. You try one more time.

You're almost vibrating with frustration. Did God like seeing his subjects suffer through the pain of repetition? You suppose all good things come with tribulations.

You look up. Suguru's watching you with a blank face.

"Good lord." Satoru groans through a mouthful of rice. "You've been trying to get that for–here–"

–clink.

Satoru's chopsticks, intercepted by Suguru's chopsticks. The poor perilla leaf stretches under the weight of their interruption. Suguru is still watching you.

"Oh," you say.

"Suguru," Satoru whines. "First my burnt beef, now this! You broke them all!"

It's true. The leaves are ripped straight down the middle, and all your meat is cold. But he keeps his eyes on you, chopsticks still a threat to Satoru's, and you don't think you've ever seen him move so fast.

Suguru's mold breaks, then. He laughs, scratching the back of his head in sheepish apology. "Sorry. Why don't you just ask for my help next time?"

"Okay," you murmur, and you grab the desecrated leaf. Suguru hums when he watches you chew. You have the distinct feeling that he's somewhat satisfied.

(Satoru yanks his hand back, grumbling something about god you're helpless in Suguru's direction. You hear the brief stomp of someone's foot. Satoru yelps.)

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When Suguru lies down in bed later that night, he thinks of the way you thoughtfully chew your food. He dreams of perilla leaves, and what it must feel like to feel the warmth of your face with his hands.

[muffinsin]

lycan anon here, back at it again, equally as sleep deprived as last time. got my dani concept on the brain. so sorry for the length 😭

succubus daniela dimitrescu. fits her perfectly. succubus daniela dimitrescu, except with a twist. she’s completely inexperienced. brand new, squeaky clean, virgin succubus (where the hell (lol) do they come from? who knows!) that hasn’t been on a single outing- never seduced and drained a single person of their soul, but despite this is CONVINCED she’s the fucking bee’s knees. woefully overconfident and cocky. it’d fool anyone, she’s that good at acting (deluded herself so far into her belief that it comes off as real as a result) and talking big… up until they actually got in bed with her. she probably doesn’t even know how to kiss properly. poor baby needs to be shown how to do everything, but she is extremely eager to learn. continues with her perfect temptress delusion even as she’s actively not doing something well enough and has to be guided to do it better.

daniela is summoned by a (G!P) human mage. they hadn’t actually meant to summon a succubus- they’d intended to summon something else, something powerful that they planned to bind to them and have do their bidding. fucked something up in the spell, and ended up with her instead. but, hey, they won’t let the use of their difficult to obtain materials used during the ritual go to waste. their new plan is to have some fun. no harm in it, they’d pulled out all the stops to ensure their safety during this as a part of their initial plans involving summoning something much more powerful. they quickly discover daniela’s inexperience, and it’s just the cutest fucking thing ever. experienced themself, they take advantage of the opportunity presented to them to play with her and teach her as much as they can. doting on her and feeding her ego. playing along. and dani is sooo convinced she’s in control, entirely unaware of the human’s safety precautions protecting them from her. convinced she’s going to come out of this encounter with a soul under her belt. tricked into thinking this mage is an amateur. up until it’s revealed they’ve decided to stick to their original plan of binding their summoned creature to them after realising the gold they’ve struck. poor, stupid succubaby is made into a pet, complete with a pretty binding collar. and oh, she’s PISSED. outraged. until she’s dominated and fucked dumb by our mage- who is now fully mask off and taking their rightful place as her master- and happily submits. because we know this girl no matter the universe is a sucker for love and attention, and they’re just sooo handsome and sooo sweet to her… so maybe being a pet isn’t so bad after all.

This is some very delicious soup right there!!😳 Sheesh, this got longer than I expected! Not complaining ;)) let’s get into this! ;)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Daniela gasps in surprise as colours whirl around her and she is lifted off her feet, merely to be appearing someplace completely different. She blinks, attempting to focus her vision again.

She’s standing in the middle of a cycle of burned powder and strange runes, around her she discovers what must be a laboratory. Bottles of alchemy stand on corners and edges, shelves full of books are stacked along the walls. Tables are set up here and there, holding quills and paper full of writing and runes like the ones at her feet.

The temperature in this odd room is warm, pleasantly so. She hears a heartbeat, loud and clear. Excited, or perhaps afraid? She is no stranger to either reactions upon seeing her.

When the auburn haired woman looks up, she finds a human standing against the wall, just behind a desk that holds papers and books full of incantations, as far as she could tell.

Ah, a mage, she realises.

She smirks at the human, then pulls a playful and seductive smile she’s all too familiar with.

You stare right back at her in surprise. You’re no fool and recognize the woman as a succubus immediately. That…wasn’t quite what you were going for.

You mentally face palm yourself. While the woman looks good enough, as it is to be expected of a creature such as the succubus, she is of little use to your plan.

After all, a succubus doesn’t exactly scream “all powerful servant” to you. You almost pity yourself for the countless rare resources wasted on bringing this creature, this woman, here, and setting up this elaborate net of spells and runes as a way to guarantee your safety. All this for a succubus!

You watch her nudge the burnt powder with the tip of her heel. She’s curious, you note. Her golden eyes catch yours when she looks up at you.

Upon confirming it’s safe to leave the summoning cycle, Daniela steps out, a grin flashing and showing off the sharp teeth settled in her mouth. She smiles at you, playful and sweet.

She feels thrilled! Her first hunt, her first victim! A human mage! Sure, she can think of more valuable souls, but she is proud nonetheless. Mother will praise her for this; she is sure! She will be rewarded greatly for taking this defenceless human’s soul! Daniela giggles again, unable to keep her eagerness at bay.

You watch the woman stalk towards you slowly. She’s playful, yet elegant. She’s seductive, you know this. Yet you feel at ease knowing this creature has not true grip or effect on you. You’re safe, so, perhaps, it wouldn’t be wrong to have some fun.

After all, you spent such a long time looking for the materials, ingredients and resources for this summoning ritual. It would be a crime to let it all go to waste.

And, she is really not at all bad looking. You feel your cock twitch under your robes. She’s just your type.

Her auburn hair glows like fire when the reflection of lights and the fireplace flickers on her, her skin pale yet soft looking. Golden eyes capture your gaze. You have never seen any quite like it.

Her face, soft and roundish, is quite sweet. The woman’s dress clings to her tightly, a large V-Cut revealing her cleavage.

Her gloves are slightly bloodied. You can only imagine what poor soul crossed her path before you, their soul taken and body devoured.

You’re curious about this creature. With your soul and mind safe, surely it won’t hurt to play a little. You have been so lost in your work, your cock could do with some stimulation again.

Daniela smirks widely when she reaches you. The little mage hasn’t even moved! She thinks you’re adorable, utterly helpless for her. Now she too understands the thrill of the hunt and the fun of seduction her sisters would always tell her about. She is excited to finally get a taste herself. She knows, she will top any of their performances. She is, after all, twice as seductive and sweet, is she not?

A gloved hand cups your cheek. “Sweet morsel”, she coos. She bites the inside of her cheek, eyes wide.

Your lips fall open.

Now or never, Daniela thinks eagerly.

You hum when lips come crashing against you- clumsily. You don’t think you’ve ever heard of a clumsy succubus.

But that is all she seems like, her lips barely pushing against yours properly. She struggles pushing her tongue inside, and once you feel it in your mouth, it seems she has difficulty knowing how to proceed.

Your eyes open up. Hers are closed, so that she cannot see your confused frown. She pulls away, smirking and cupping your cheek. “Don’t you worry, my love, you will get more”, she promises breathlessly.

Another time she presses her lips against yours. Again, she is unsure about her tongue, it seems.

She isn’t an experienced kisser, you notice very fast. In fact, she isn’t an experienced anything, judged by how she moans eagerly and keeps her hands hovering between you two awkwardly.

This might get be fun to you, you decide. She’s adorable, struggling with the smallest of tasks, a mere kiss.

The little succubus can’t even brush her tongue against yours properly. You fight the urge to chuckle and coo at her. Despite her futile attempts, she is very sure of herself, moaning and smiling against your lips.

You decide to give into her fantasy. This is interesting…

Daniela moans upon feeling you hum against her. Her little pet appears to enjoy her!

You rest your tongue under her clumsy one, allowing her to at last find it and dominate it with hers. Thankfully, the inexperienced redhead seems to be a fast and eager learner.

Next you push against her properly, smudging your lips against hers, opening a little wider against her rather tense ones. She copies you.

You moan when your little succubus finally does it right, cock twitching. She’s simply adorable!

The woman pulls away again, the smallest of blushes on her cheeks.

You resist the urge to take her already. You can tell she’s on guard now. She might be inexperienced and by far too proud of herself for her achievement of making you moan, but is certainly not foolish. You decide to allow the dear creature to cling onto her sweet fantasy and false sense of dominance a little longer.

“Did you like that, little love?”, she coos. She drags her teeth against your skin, as she has done to many before, easily finding the pulse at your neck.

“Yes, give me more, beautiful, please”, you reply, attempting your best at sounding submissive. Daniela smirks against your skin.

You gasp when you feel her at your neck, licking, biting, licking yet again. “Let’s mark you up, my love. You’re all mine now, aren’t you?”

You’re quick to answer, feigning submission as well as the control of your mind. You’re happy to keep your soul, thank you very much, but don’t mind playing along her little delusions. “Yes, all yours forever, my seductress”

Is the little one trying to create a hickey on you? You smile, knowing she can’t see your face with hers hidden at your neck.

This little succubus is becoming more and more fun.

You wonder how much you can teach her. How inexperienced the poor thing truly is. Will she have ever had a cock in her pussy? You doubt it. Your dick twitches as you merely think of fucking a tight virgin pussy.

More thoughts overtake you, of fucking the redhead and cumming inside her over and over, introducing her to your favourite spells and toys and fill all her virgin holes at ones, make her take it all.

You moan loudly at them, and Daniela grins, believing this to be the result of her sloppy work at your neck. She has created bite marks after bite mark on you.

“You fe-eel so gooood”, you moan softly. She blushes, eyes shutting as she feels satisfied. She knew she’d be better than her sisters! Just how fast have you submitted to her will? She’s the best seductress, she knows this!

“Good Girl, my darling”, she coos. You’re caught off guard by this and buck your hips. The succubus giggles.

You wonder whether she even knows the concept of dirty talk, and if so, how so? Possessiveness strikes you for a moment at the thought of somebody else having taught her this. You want this little succubus all to yourself for today.

“Doesn’t that feel nice, my sweet?”, she whispers. You feel her breasts press against you as she leans closer. Her nipples are hard under the dress she wears.

You pay close attention to her words, and smirk as you gasp at her next bite, finding a pattern at last.

My love,

My darling,

My human,

My sweet,

Sweet morsel

It seems, your inexperienced, poor succubus is quite the fool for love and romance. You almost coo at the woman. She’s making it painfully easy for you, yet this foreplay is making your cock ache. You need her to relief you of it soon.

Daniela gasps when she feels your hands on hers, and giggles as you guide them to your breasts, covering them with yours and squeezing. She resists the urge to coo at you, her pet. You’re so desperate for her! It’s adorable!, she thinks

You moan as your breasts are squeezed, her piercing, golden eyes back on you. “Please, my love”, you whimper. Her eyes widen. “You make me feel so good, my darling”

Daniela blushes a little. She can’t believe it! She’s made you fall in love! Of course, this isn’t too much of a surprise to her. You will only be the first of many, in her eyes.

Although she considers asking her mother to grant her you as a pet. After all, you’re her first! She wants to keep you a little longer, even if you are drained of a soul. She’ll make you feel so good!

She licks alongside your neck, humming seductively. She can tell you’re getting closer. Something about your scent is off, though perhaps it’s only the freshness, she thinks. After all, all her previous meat was captured by her sisters and mother, long drained of a soul already.

She moans when she squeezes your breasts and you let out a gasp. “You make me feel so good, Mistress”

Daniela bites her lip, a fang catching onto it. She’s heard her sisters’s pets calling them this before during feeding times. She feels thrilled to finally have a pet of her own!

You grow restless almost. You don’t want to cum in your garments. Certainly not fully dressed!

“Please, take me. Make me yours, my love. Your soft fingers bring me so much pleasure and aching, oh succubus”, you fake-coo. Despite your words being a little false here and there, you do feel pleasure and aching from her. The pleasure she gives you feels good. You occasionally squeeze her fingers and pull them until she treats you right.

The pet names make the poor succubus feel all hot and needy. Daniela gasps at them, eager and thrilled to have someone in such a state. It’s her right, too!

She can’t wait to push you down and make you eat her core!

You almost huff. It seems your little virgin needs a little more of a hint.

“You’re so beautiful”

“Breathtaking”

“My love”

Each soft spoken phrase is accompanied by moans and whimpers, gasps or groans, and does an excellent job of keeping the woman on her high horse of delusion as you move her hands.

Daniela, on her part, doesn’t even notice it was you that guided her hands. All she realises is your torn open blouse and her hand at the collar. Yes, undressing, of course!

You moan when the redhead at last catches on, dragging your top and bra first, blushing adorably at your bare chest despite her futile attempt of covering it up with a smirk.

“Please, I need you so bad. Please”, you gasp. You feel so close. It’s ridiculous how badly this little succubus turns you on even as she is completely powerless and oblivious.

You’ve long decided you’re keeping this one. While not a companion in the normal sense, not nearly powerful enough to defeat your enemies for you, you know she will make a perfect pet for you. Your own, personal cumdump and toy. You can’t wait to explore the virgin’s sensitive spots and weaknesses, to stretch her with your cock.

Your eyes widen and for a moment you’re scared your protection charm has worn off, just as she drops her garments to the floor.

She is, to her credit, not bad at stripping at all. With slow and sensual movements that seem completely natural to her, she has your eyes hooked on her yet again as she drops the gloves first. Next up her dress follows, pooling on the ground.

Your mouth waters. Your aching cock twitches again when large, soft breasts are revealed to you.

She’s adorable and sexy.

The only thing still covering her are thin, black lace panties.

You groan, blushing when she drops to her knees in front of you.

Daniela eagerly pulls down the rest of your garments, and yet her beautiful, golden eyes widen when she discovers the hard cock between your legs. You nearly laugh, yet cover it up with a cough and moan.

The little virgin is completely caught off guard and it’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

Still, true to her false delusions, Daniela merely smirks and pulls down your underwear, moving her head back when the large cock nearly slaps against her cheek.

This isn’t a problem, she can bring you pleasure! She’s read plenty of books, and even so, you’re utterly hers. She can do whatever she desires…

You groan, hands gripping the table edge and eyes closing shut when you feel her tongue drag against the side of your cock. “Y-Yes! It feels good, please, more!”

She giggles playfully and smirks at your neediness. She can’t wait to tell her family of her successful hunt! How fast her prey gave in and how you begged for her!

More licks. You’re desperate for her mouth on you, yet wonder whether your little succubus even knows of this, let alone how to do it. You reassure yourself you will guide her.

“Please, I ne-eed it….inside, so…bad! I c-aAa! I can’t!”

You’re panting already, close to your orgasm. You force yourself to hold out a little longer. You want to cum down her throat.

Daniela, to her credit, understands the subtle hint. She’s completely into her own world of delusions, giggling and playing with your cock, licking and sucking at spots. It makes you feel dizzy.

You know, you must claim her. You can’t stand to deprive yourself of your ridiculously adorable and seductive pet for much longer.

Daniela hums as her lips wrap around you with difficulty. She gags nearly instantly, and yet it’s enough for you.

She shrieks, noises muffled by your cock, when you thrust forwards suddenly. Golden eyes water and lips part as she gags when thick semen is shot down her throat. The feeling is foreign, and she isn’t entirely sure she can ever get used to it. It feels soft, a little sticky, and warm.

When you pull back slightly, on your way to pull out, and her eyes close contentedly, you decide to strike.

Using a quick and simple rune of retrieving, your fingers clutch around the thick metal collar. Multiple runes and symbols are carved in it.

Daniela shrieks, however, when she feels it snap shut around her neck, your cock slipping out her mouth. She looks up with wide eyes, unsure what happened. Hands come up to cup the collar hugging her throat tightly. She seems to understand.

“How DARE you!”

You can’t hold back your grin. She’s helpless, utterly so, and it’s adorable.

“I am your superior!”

“Uncuff me now!”

“Cease this!”

Daniela’s face is red as she screams insult after insult. You tsk at her. It seems you need to break your new pet in.

“Let me go! What did you do?!”, Daniela screams. She can’t access her swarm, nor any of the powers she possesses. She feels small and helpless.

Clawed fingers tear at the collar, but it doesn’t come lose in any way.

“You will treat me with respect!”

You chuckle at this, grabbing her by her wrists and pulling her along. She struggles, naturally, attempting to cut and bite.

“You’re going to regret this!”

Her futile threats fall on deaf ears.

Daniela gasps when she is pushed over and has her black panties tugged down as you walk past. Thick, soaked pussy lips peek out between large thighs.

Daniela is quickly back on her feet, raging on. “Let me go! Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?!”

“Uncuff me, pet!”, she yells. She attempts to sound as serious and dominant as her sisters do with their pets during feeding times.

Yet you merely chuckle.

Her eyes widen when she sees the leash and rope in your hands, along with items she doesn’t recognise.

You sigh when the redhead attempts to attack. A single snap of your fingers has the collar push her down harshly, into a kneeling position. You relish in hearing the woman’s gasps. She’s such an unruly little thing now…

Daniela shrieks when her hands are grabbed, attempting to tug them free as more and more phrases fall from her lips. Eventually the red rope wraps around her, tying nimble wrists behind her back. She’s fuming.

“You will regre-MGHM! EUGHH!”

You laugh at her, the ring gag stretching her mouth open wide. “That’s better, sweet thing”, you coo.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, my pet”

She jumps upon hearing herself being referred to as such. The gag doesn’t allow for much talking.

Daniela eyes you angrily, her head turning as she notices you attempt to put the leash on her.

A moan ripples from the back of her throat when you grip her hair and keep her in place. She’s blushing by the time you let go, leash in place at her thick binding collar. This isn’t at all how this was supposed to go!

“OOH! MHMMM!”

You ignore her shushed and slurred complains, instead easily move the woman and bend her back over the desk. Daniela squirms helplessly, her tiptoes barely touching the ground, her arms bound.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll teach you, pet.”, you coo. She’s fuming, speaking slurred little phrases, demanding you submit to her.

All this does is bring a chuckle from you.

“First lesson, we’re going to teach you to stop being such a little brat”

She tenses, legs kicking.

Golden eyes meet yours as you walk to the other side of the small desk, right to her face. She yelps when your tip is rubbed against her lip.

“Ah, my poor little succubus. We’re now going to teach you how to handle cock down your throat properly”

Daniela’s golden eyes press shut when she feels you thrust inside her wide open mouth, squirming and gripping onto the rope tightly. You’re not gentle with her, instead thrust fast and rough, using her inexperienced mouth however you want. You’ll fuck the brattiness right out her like no one has before.

You groaned at the feeling, the woman’s throat warm and tight. She keeps gagging and drooling, the poor thing entirely unused to such treatment. It makes you feel hot to know you’re the first to push your cock deep down her throat.

“Good girl. See how nice that works now, my sweet, pretty darling?”

She blushes helplessly as her mouth is used. Your balls slap against her chin every time you push inside, your tip at the back of her throat making her gag.

“GMNNN! MGNMMM! HMN!”

You tsk at your little brat, thrusting harder with more of a point to make her gag than bring yourself pleasure.

She gags loudly, whimpering and whining as more thick, salty tears run down her cheeks from feeling your cock so deep in her throat. She seems to obey again, allowing you to continue your normal, albeit fast and rough thrusts.

You feel the warmth of her cheeks when you cup one lovingly. “Look at my little toy learning! That’s it, pet, breathe through your nose”, you coo. She squirms softly for you, eyes pressed shut tightly. You can only imagine how odd it must be for her to believe she’s in charge in one second, dicked down in the next.

Daniela can’t help but blush and moan under your watchful eye. Never in her life has she received this much care and attention. Undivided attention.

Her hair is gripped and the leash is used to keep her in place when you begin to thrust harder. You’re considering playing with spells here and there, altering the state between your legs a little here and there, or perhaps your endurance. You settle for the latter. You know there is plenty left to do with your little redhead.

She doesn’t know what words you chant, nor their meaning, though her eyes widen at the sparks lighting the tip of your fingers.

Upon her surprised look, you squeeze her soft cheek. “Don’t think you had the upper hand for a second, my little succubus”, you whisper. She shivers, the slick between her legs nearly unbearable. She feels the urge to have something inside- you, your cock, fingers, anything given to her.

Daniela now too understands, she greatly underestimated you.

She squeezes her eyes shut when you cum down her throat once again, attempting to turn her head slightly as you pull out and paint her chin and jaw. “You look adorable this way, sweetheart”

She whimpers. All this attention of yours is making her so needy. She feels herself falling for you already; poor little Daniela always too quick to fall and catch feelings, too delusional to tell whether she is loved or it is nothing but a fabric of her imagination.

You cup your hard cock as you pull out of her entirely, tapping her nose to have her reopen her eyes.

“Now, are we going to behave, pet?”

She whimpers and nods miserably, hissing when you at last take the uncomfortable gag off.

You don’t give the inexperienced little thing time to talk.

“What’s your name, beauty?”

Her face flushes pink.

“Daniela Dimitrescu”, she answers obediently. She whimpers, legs pushing together. She’s never been this needy, despite being a succubus, and all she wants is to be taken so bad.

“Patience, my little pet. At first we will see whether you’ve learned and improved. Don’t think you can fool me, little virgin”

She gasps audibly at this.

“Open up, my adorable Daniela”

She blushes even brighter as her name is used. Ever eager to learn, as well as to receive pleasure, praise and attention, she opens her mouth wide. You smile at her.

“Good Girl, that’s it. Now, don’t you bite down, or we’re going to have some serious trouble, Daniela. I’m not above punishment”

The thought excites her.

You push yourself in again, moaning at her gags around you. Each has her throat tighten around you.

She breathes through her nose immediately this time. You praise her for this. It seems your eager little succubus is indeed a fast learner.

“Now, just wrap your lips and tongue around me, little succubus”

You hiss when she bites down a little, yet your gaze hardens when you see the little smirk she still sports with you in her mouth. So she is a little brat.

You decide to save that for later.

“Now wrap your tongue a-aAh, Y-Yes!”

She hums, her delusional mindset at last somewhat correct. She is good with her tongue, despite her movements being sloppy and inexperienced.

You grip her hair, thrusting slowly as she licks along your cock inside of her, sucking slowly. Surprisingly, the friction of her sharp nails rubbing against you lightly is arousing.

She sucks you eagerly, the little succubus’s skill at last raising. You groan. She’s hot, and adorable, and all yours. You feel her collar at the other side of her neck when you thrust deep.

You allow your little pet to keep going for a while, watching with a blush and arousal clear as day in your eyes as she grows confident once again- and rightfully so.

She swirls her tongue around you, eager to experiment. You let her, moaning softly and holding her cheek. Daniela eagerly sucks up all the attention and affection she gets, even as she is bound and bent over, bound to you by a ritual and spell by far too advanced for the succubus to even attempt to understand.

“A-AH!”

Daniela giggles slurred at your sounds as she bobs her head back and forth.

You groan, your grip on her hair tightening as you make her throat you a little deeper. “That’s right, what a good little girl you can be”

She hums, hips rolling against the desk. You know she must be soaked, her tight cunt drooling. You’re eager to find out, but calm yourself: there is plenty time.

Still, it might not be wrong to prepare the redhead a little for your cock. After all, you can imagine the poor thing won’t have an easy time accepting even your tip into her.

Daniela whimpers when you slip out her mouth. She was in the middle of pleasuring you!

She shivers when you walk up behind her, sliding your hands across her behind. Thick thighs and a beautifully round ass greet you. She’s sensitive.

“YAH!”

The redhead shrieks in embarrassment upon feeling your index and middle finger pull her pussy lips apart. Her blush is hot on her entire face. You hum, licking your lips at the wetness that coats her and drools out of her. She’s so tight, you barely see her little hole. How could you fit inside? You’re eager to find out!

“Now just relax, little succubus”, you coo.

Daniela gasps when she feels a fingertip press against her, her eyebrow rising as she feels it inside. The more you push it in, the better it feels.

Daniela’s eyes cross when you curl your finger inside, her knees weak as she presses her thighs together. It’s unlike anything she’s ever felt!

“Good, I see you’re handling my finger well, my darling pet”

Daniela pants as another is squeezed inside, whimpering at the small stretch she endures. You hum again. Her wetness makes this easier for you.

She whimpers when you pull back out of her, just when it started to feel so good!

Instead her eyes follow yours as you reach forwards, hand wrapping around the handle of a small dagger at your desk. She tenses, whimpering. Bound to you and yours to own, hands tied and legs weak after the throat fucking and small tease she has received, she is utterly helpless for you.

You coo at her, brushing your hand gently over thick, auburn hair. She relaxes again.

“Don’t you worry, sweet Daniela. You’re mine now”, you whisper, leaning forwards as to whisper in her ear. You groan as if causes your erect cock to press up between her warm ass cheeks. “I’ll make sure nothing and nobody hurts my little pet”, you promise in a hushed voice. She mewls below you.

“Now, let’s make sure you’re a little stretched for me until I decide to make use of your tight pussy”, you decide, drawing back yet again.

The woman gasps below you when the tip of the knife’s handle is rubbed through her slit. “Mhmmm, yes!”, she moans, hips grinding eagerly. She’s so adorable for you, believing she can get off without penetration from you.

Her mouth drops open and a shriek is heard in the laboratory as the knife’s handle is pushed inside, stretching her a little and keeping her that way for you. She attempts to push her legs together, and squeaks at the pain caused by the blade. Quickly, her thighs spread again.

Daniela hisses and moans when you playfully slap her round ass, watching hungrily as it jiggles for you. She’s the perfect fucktoy for you. You realize despite not earning what you had originally hoped for, the summoning ritual left you with such a sweet prize nonetheless.

She gasps when you pull her off the table and push her up against the wall, her legs trembling already. She’s utterly soaked, and you haven’t even begun playing with her properly yet.

You untie the wrists of the succubus with ease, instead grab her hands and pull her close to you. She gasps as she is pulled down a little, golden eyes staring up at you obediently.

“I think it’s at last up to me to teach you how to use your mouth and hands, sweetheart.”, you say.

Daniela shrieks when her hair is grabbed and her head is brought forwards, lips smudged against your right nipple, her chest pushed up against your stomach.

Her virgin pussy grips the knife’s handle tight, despite the wetness that seeps from her.

You tsk at your adorable, inexperienced pet. “Wrap your lips around it, little succubus”

She eagerly does so, ever so happy to learn. You gasp when she sucks immediately, lips smearing black lipstick on you, teeth grazing against your skin messily.

“Good…Girl! Yes!”

She hums at the praise, feeling her ego stroked yet again. She thrives off the feeling.

You gently grab her soft hands, guiding them to your hardened and dripping cock. She gasps at the sensation.

“Wrap them around, and stroke up and down, my beautiful slut”

Her cheeks burn. You’re vulgar, and caring, and sweet to her. You’re shamelessly exploiting all her weaknesses. She clenches around the handle, whimpering, yet obeying.

Your head is thrown back at her touches. Her soft hands explore eagerly, touching your tip and shaft, reaching down to cup and squeeze your heavy balls. She is eager and needy for you, just as she should be.

Daniela hums around your nipple, sucking a little harder. You hold the back of her hand lovingly, yet forcefully, not allowing her to pull away for even a moment.

Her nipples are hard against yours.

“Now raise one hand to my other breast, little lamb”

She blushes, but does as she is told, the brat teased out of her at the moment. She feels humiliated by the blade’s handle deep in her pussy, and yet can’t help but moan around your nipple.

Daniela gasps when she feels one of your hands come up to her breasts. “Copy me, pet”

She nods as she gets back to sucking you, her left hand stroking up and down your cock, squeezing and holding you tight, the right resting on your breast.

You feel closer again, her hand heavenly around you, her mouth and fingers equally so.

Beautiful whimpers fill the room when you tug her tiny nipple. She copies the action, and you moan loudly.

You rub hers between your fingers, she does the same.

You’re so proud of how this little vixen is turning out.

“Stroke over my tip, pet”

She moans and hums, hips rolling as she obeys. You laugh at the poor, needy thing, oh so desperately trying to get more pleasure for herself.

You squeeze her nipple and she jumps. You groan when she copies the action. “I see you’re learning now, my dear”, you whisper. Golden eyes stare up at you, and you smile breathlessly as she is whimpering around your breast.

“Come here, kiss me”, you demand when you feel painfully close.

“Let your new master show you how to control a mouth properly”

Daniela’s lips once again push against yours. Immediately she moans when your tongue dominated hers effortlessly, sucking and pulling her closer by her leash. She gasps when you bite her lip, her tongue connected to yours with shared spit when you pull away from her.

You tug her close again, dominating her mouth with ease.

You’re so close.

The succubus moans into your mouth as she tightens around the handle, her nipple squeezed and toyed, her tongue dominated easily.

She groans as her tongue is bit and sucked lightly, and her breast squeezed.

You moan loudly, thick ropes of cum shooting against her stomach. The red haired woman gasps at this, smirking a little as she raises her hand to taste you. The sight is erotic as anything.

“Get back on the table”, you command breathlessly. You can’t wait any longer. You won’t, either.

The moment she’s on the table you pull out the handle, examining its soaked state. “Relax, my little succubus. It will only hurt a moment”

She whimpers, eyes pressed shut when you push forwards. She gasps, sharp nails digging into the wooden table. You’re by far larger than the small handle, and when you merely bump against her tight hole, you wonder whether you will fit at all.

Thankfully, after pushing harshly, your thick tip slips inside. You’re sensitive, and feel as if you could cum from feeling her wrapped around you alone. She’s warm, soft and wet.

“P-Please! It won’t fit!”, she shrieks when you keep pushing. You stroke her cheek gently, your other hand set on her fleshy hip. “Ssshh, let me handle this, pet”, you answer simply. You’re careful with her, unwilling to completely break your newest toy just yet.

At last, you’re about a third inside. She’s writhing beneath you, moaning and blushing hotly, arching her back and gasping at every little inch you put inside of her.

You pull out a little, and feel her tighten around you.

When you push back in, a little more of her tight pussy is stretched.

This keeps on going for several minutes, filled with moans and gasps, until at last you’re fully nestled inside the woman’s sweet cunt.

“M-More please”, she begs. She’s on the verge of an orgasm, her cunt full and her breasts cupped in her own hands.

“There we go, it seems you’ve remembered your manners, darling”, you praise. She gasps when you thrust again, and you moan and groan loudly. She’s heavenly wrapped you. Nothing you’ve had could compare to this.

“Y-Yes! Please! I-A-AA!”

Daniela screams as she cums, her cunt tight and warm, her hands covering her sweet face as she creams around you. You’re unbothered- this is your treat now.

The sweet succubus sings moan after moan, scream after scream for you as you begin hard, fast thrusts into her. She’s your toy, your claimed pet, bound to you until eternity- you know you won’t set your precious prize free.

It’s about time the needy ginger is treated as the slut she is for you. Your hips thrust harshly, an unforgiving and rough pace demonstrating your lust for her.

Daniela is pushed up and down the table by the force you use on her, breasts bouncing and lips spreading to let out moans and such.

You know the inexperienced woman won’t be able to handle all that many orgasms of her own, yet are determined to bring her to a second, intense one at the very least.

Daniela feels this too, her cunt aching and feeling so good at the same time. She feels stuffed and torn in two, satisfied and greedy at the same time.

The little succubus must wait no longer, her golden eyes fighting to stay open as she eyes you.

With a thrust deep and forceful you cum, shooting thick, white ropes of cum inside the woman, and in return receive warm and wet cream around your hard cock.

She screams, her head thrown back against the table as she pants and whimpers, filled pussy on fire, air utterly knocked out of her.

You pull her close to you, her near limp body easily falling against yours. You feel her ragged, warm breath against your neck as you place a small mark on her neck.

Smirking at the bite and hickey adorning her pale neck, an idea for your next lesson comes to your mind.

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Ties that Bind - Chapter 7 - The End

Time to say goodbye to this story. I've had the most fun writing it, I've loved Seren 🥰. I really, truly hope you've liked it too - hugest thank yous to everyone who's read it 😘. Always feel free to comment or message me or drop me an ask - literally I need no excuse whatsoever to go feral over Jack Lowden!

I am terrified about how emotionally traumatic Episode 5 is going to be so I distracted myself by finishing this off.

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Chapter 7

“Hi.” Seren said quietly, a small smile on her lips. River nodded, his mouth pinched in a tight line. He turned and went straight back into the kitchen. David gave her a push of encouragement towards the door and she followed him. His hands held the edge of the countertop with a white knuckle grip, she could see his back was tense and feared the worst. Confused, she spoke quickly. “You… you don’t want me here.” She concluded. “And I stupidly assumed you knew about this, I’m sorry.” She shook her head and held up her hands. “I’ll go and he can explain to you, we can figure out a rota or something.”

“He gets forgiven and I don't?” He asked quietly. She stopped in her tracks. 

“I haven't seen or spoken to you? Let's not forget who left me in the middle of the night and no word since?” 

“You didn't want me there.”

“Yeah, at first. I'm pretty sure that changed when-” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “when I let you into my bed! Or did you get what you wanted and that's that?” She hissed. His face fell. 

“Seren, you know that's not it. I left because I didn't want you to think that you had to forgive me. I wanted you to want to.” Seren took a deep breath and rubbed her temples.

“Look this is… I don't know how we've gone wrong here, I'm pretty sure we're agreeing but,” she shrugged, “this has all got fucked up somewhere.”

“Why would you think I don't want you here?”

“I dunno, this is your world, this MI5 bullshit and now I'm here and involved… what if that's what messes everything up?” She asked. 

“No, no, it's not.” He assured her. She could see the hurt in his eyes. She stepped towards him and covered his hand with her own, matching finger to finger. 

“No more cast?” 

“All healed. Well, I need to be careful but, y'know.”

“You're back to throwing fake punches, then?”

“Ahh, no. I gave up on that.” She traced his fingers with her own. 

“Oh?”

“I do spin class now instead.”

“The one on the bike?” She nodded in reply as he turned his hand around so they were palm to palm, and interlocked their fingers. He pulled a face. “Sounds grim.” 

“I needed the distraction.” She mused. “I know you were doing your job.” 

“Yeah.”

“And that job comes with a level of secrecy.”

“Yeah.” She squeezed his hand lightly and let go.

“Ok.”

“Ok?” He looked confused. 

“Ok. I get it.”

“... And?” She smiled at the hopeful look in his eyes, rolling her own in exasperation. 

“Do I need to spell it out?” He shrugged, a smile pulling at his mouth. “You're forgiven.” She told him solemnly. He smiled widely until she held up a hand and it faltered. “But-”

“But?”

“But I have let the entire secret service into my life - they have looked into everything I've ever done. They found out about when I got three speeding tickets in the space of a week fifteen years ago. They know every job I've ever had - including the Anne Summers Saturday job I had when I was seventeen. They know I broke my ankle when I was twenty one, they know how much Netflix I watch. They know more about my life than I can even remember, River. That's… a lot.”

“It is a lot, Seren dear, and I'm eternally grateful to you.” David ambled through, not paying any attention to their proximity. “It's rather a big commitment to make to two men who've mostly pissed you off. What was it you told me before?” He wondered, “Ah yes, we sounded desperate.” 

“You did.” She remembered with a smile. “You still do - I should fill up this fridge. Poor bugger, you've been living on microwave meals.” 

“He brought that on himself.” River pointed out, purposely nudging her. 

“How ever did the Cartwright men survive?” She wondered. 

“We didn't. That's why you're here.” David declared. 

“Hmmm, yes, and I expect you both to grovel for as long as I say so,” she called after him as he went back to the sitting room. She felt River behind her, his warm breath by her ear. 

“On my knees. Every day. If that's what it takes.” He murmured, placing a large palm on her stomach and pulling her body flush with his. She trembled against him as he leaned in to bite her earlobe, unable to stifle the low moan. She quickly clamped her hand over her mouth.

“Seren? Put the kettle on, would you?” David called. River gently pulled her hand from her mouth. 

“Better answer him. He might come looking for you.” 

“You knob,” she scowled. “It's on David, I'll come and get the pot in a minute.”

“Righto,” he said cheerfully, she vaguely heard the rustle of the newspaper over the pounding of her heart. The hand River had on her stomach had slipped under her t-shirt and drew loose patterns on her skin. The front of her thighs pressed against the table and she had visions of being bent over it, lifting her hips to meet his while her fingers gripped the varnished wood and he pounded into her. The thought had her keening against him as his hand moved up to cup her breast over her bra. 

“Something you need?” He asked, his voice low in her ear. She didn't trust herself to speak, instead she arched her back and pushed herself back against his hard cock. He growled against her neck, “I could just bend you over this table?” She whimpered in agreement. “But not now.” Seren twisted in his arms and moved her legs to let him rest between them. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid against hers. 

“River-” She whispered as he bit along her jawline. 

“Not here. I want to hear you next time.” He looked at her intently, his eyes bright blue and dancing with mischief. Seren whined in frustration. “I want to see how many times I can get you to make that sound,” he kissed her again. “I want to hear you every time you say my name, and,” he kissed the tip of her nose, “I want to not wake up to an empty bed this time.”

“You and me both,” she breathed. 

“Are we OK?”

“I mean, aside from this still probably completely inappropriate -”

“At least I'm not the one paying you anymore.”

“Fair point, yes, we're OK.” He leaned in to kiss her again, “but-” Seren held up a finger to his lips which he promptly drew into his mouth, making her whimper. “We really should figure out what this is, because I don't want to make my working here awkward or confusing for David.” He released her finger and nodded. 

“You're the boss.” He said with a smirk.

“Not you anymore, is it?” She teased, “no more calling you ‘sir’.”

“Makes sense, I'm the one supposed to be grovelling.” 

“On your knees wasn't it?” She asked curiously, looping her arms around his neck. 

“You got it.”

“My place later?” 

“Fuck yes.” 

“Seren?” David called from the living room. Her head dropped to River's shoulder.

“Later.” He promised. 

“On my way,” she called back to David, pushing River back so she could stand up away from the table. She went to collect the teapot and check what he needed while River put the kettle on. 

*

Seren left the Cartwright’s late afternoon, saying goodbye to both of them. Only a couple of hours later, River knocked on her door. She let him in and had barely closed the door behind her before River had her backed up against it. 

“All day,” he muttered against her collarbone, “been thinking about this all fucking day.” 

“Oh god, River-” She panted as he grasped the soft flesh of her thighs. “Wait, wait, wait, I’ve just come from the gym, I’m disgusting.” She pointed out. He leaned back to look at her, hair piled into a bun on the top of her head wearing a crop top and lycra leggings.

“Don’t care,” he muttered, licking a path down her neck.

“Fuck me,” she gasped as he bit her bare shoulder.

“Yep, that’s what I -” he broke off, listening, “what’s that noise?”

“The shower. I told you, I’ve just got back from the gym.” He took her hand and led her to the bathroom where steam billowed out from the still running shower. He reached out to unzip the front of her crop top and threw it in the vague direction of her washing basket, he pulled off his own t-shirt and added it to the pile. “What are you up to?” She wondered aloud, taking off the rest of her gym kit and stepping into the hot shower. He stepped in behind her and poured vanilla scented body wash into his hands until it frothed. He stood closely behind her so she could lean against him, and rubbed the soapy water from her hands, up to her shoulders and across the other side. He held her against him as he gently washed her stomach, over her breasts and the rest of her body. She sighed contentedly.

“This ok?” He asked, his hands running over and between her thighs. She nodded and reached up to pull the hair tie from her bun. River guided them further under the water stream, his height over her giving him a direct line of sight down her body. Seren took the shampoo from the shelf and he took it from her, gently washing her hair. He took his time, she relaxed against him, his eyes were drawn to the path the droplets of water took over her skin, like memories of where his mouth had been.

“Why’re you doing this?” She questioned as his fingers kneaded through her hair. She moaned at the slight pull, he kissed her neck, acknowledging that he’d heard her response.

“You look after everyone.” He explained simply. He replaced the shampoo and picked up the conditioner, repeating the same process until Seren was dizzy with her need for him. 

They lay nose to nose in Seren’s bed, close to sleep.

“We should be careful, David put himself out there by demanding Taverner employed me. I don’t want to break his trust.”

“I know. This doesn’t have to be complicated, maybe we should just enjoy the distraction. Keep it simple.” He rolled onto his back and pulled her with him. He felt her nod in agreement.

“Yeah. Keep it simple.”

“I want you to be able to walk away from this one day. You don’t want MI5 in your life forever.” He reasoned, half asleep. Seren stayed quiet. His breathing evened out and the hand that brushed up and down her bare back fell still.

“What if I do?” She whispered to the darkness.

*

Seren was on her way to David's when the phone rang through the car. 

“Ms Harrison?” Her stomach dropped to her feet, it didn't sound like Taverner fortunately, so her mind immediately went to the next worst case scenario - Mags in the care home. 

“Yes, that's me?”

“I'm calling from Medway hospital, we have David Cartwright here - you're listed as one of his emergency contacts?”

“David? Oh, god. Yes, yes I'm his home help, I'm on my way there now, what's happened?” She came to a set of lights and did a u-turn.

“You're not live in?”

“No, we didn't think he needed that just yet.”

“It's not too serious, he's had a fall and managed to get to his panic button. The ambulance brought him in about half an hour ago.”

“Ok, have you called his other emergency contact?”

“Not yet -”

“I will. I'll do it. I'll be there in five minutes.” Seren hung up and flicked her eyes to her dash display to select River's name.

“I was just thinking about you,” he answered before she could get a word in. 

“He's had a fall. I'm on my way to the hospital,” she interrupted quickly. 

“Shit, ok, I'm on my way.”

“They said it wasn't serious but-” her voice cracked. 

“It’s going to be fine, I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“I'll call you when I know more.” He hung up first, she could hear muttered swearing as the handset moved from his ear so he could end the call. After hastily abandoning her car in the first space she saw, she raced to the reception desk. “David Cartwright, please? Came in an ambulance, I was just speaking with someone?” The computer keyboard clicked as the receptionist tapped her manicured fingers on the keys.

“Ahh yes, he's on the Acute Medical unit, Lister Ward, follow signs for Red 3. You're going behind me, turn left and up the stairs.”

“Thanks!” Seren ran toward the stairs to the next reception desk where she repeated who she was. A nurse led her down the brightly lit corridor to a small ward of 4 beds. In the far corner by the window was David. She rushed for the bed, managing to stop and slow down as she reached the end of the bed. “David,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. She went to his bedside and took his hand carefully, taking note of the cannula in the back. She followed the tubes up to an IV bag. His hand felt small and weightless in hers, the skin paper thin and cool to touch. 

“You've cold hands, dear girl.” He said hoarsely. She closed her eyes in relief at the sound of his voice. 

“Cold hands, warm heart.” She told him, reaching her other hand out to brush his hair from his eyes. “What have you been up to? Silly man.”

“Thought I'd get the kettle on for us, came a cropper on the stairs.” She tsked him lightly with click of her tongue. 

“Shit, I need to tell River you're OK, he's bombing down the motorway,” she picked up her phone and found his number. “He's OK, awake and talking to me. I just need to find a nurse for an update. Lister ward, Red zone 3.” She told him quietly. River arrived as the nurse did. They all listened patiently as she explained that aside from some bruises from the fall, he was perfectly fine but they did want to keep him in for a few days as a precaution. Once the nurse had left, River was able to reach to embrace David. He could only watch Seren but he could see she was itching to be closer to him. 

“You allowed a coffee old man?”

“I bloody better be, I shall discharge myself if not.” He declared. 

“Seren?”

“Yeah, I'll pop to the bathroom and help you bring them back. Won't be long, no causing trouble,” she warned David. In the safety of the corridor, away from the doorway to the ward, River pulled Seren into his arms. 

“You ok?”

“Silly bugger scared the shit out of me, I think I got flashed I got here so fast.” She grumbled, taking a deep inhale of the soap from her bathroom mixed with his own scent. He kissed the top of her head and then lifted her chin to kiss her properly, more intimately than she'd expected in public. The nurse who'd spoken to them blushed as she manned the reception desk. 

“C'mon, let's get his coffee, I only got you out here so I could kiss you.” He reluctantly let her go and went to push coins into the machine.

“You don't have to stick around here all day, you know?” David told her, “someone else is babysitting, go and enjoy yourself.” Seren looked torn. 

“I mean it. And you, shouldn't you be back in London? I certainly don't need both of you here.” He turned his attention to River. 

“I could go and visit Maggie,” Seren wondered aloud.

“Go,” David smiled. “Do go, dear girl. I'm fine, really.” River watched the guilt gnawing at her, that she hadn't been there early enough in the morning to have prevented the fall. Despite what the nurse had said, the worry was still etched in her face. 

“You should go, I'll stay here.”

“No you won't, I already told you, back to work.” River grimaced. “Go on, off you go.”

“Ok, if you insist?” Seren stood up and helped him get more comfortable in the bed, smoothing out the blanket, pouring more water for him and getting the newspaper from her bag along with a pen. “I'll be back later this evening, call me if you want me to bring anything else?” River watched, awed by their bond, the shorthand in their conversation and Seren's clear love for his grandfather. She kissed his forehead and gave him a winning smile, disguising the worry. “Be good for the nurses.” 

“I'll walk out with you, if you're sure grandad?”

“I am indeed, leave me in peace with my crossword.” River gave his hand a squeeze and gestured for Seren to go ahead of him. She turned at the door to wave at David. 

“So… going to work?” She asked once they were in the corridor. 

“No way, I'm going wherever you're going.”

“Oh you are, are you? To visit Maggie then?”

“Lead the way. We can drop your car off at the house and I'll drive?”

“Something wrong with my car?”

“Apart from the music choices?” She arched an eyebrow, 

“Tread carefully, Cartwright.”

“3 speeding tickets in one week, you got flashed this morning, it sounds like the wheels are about to drop off… anything else? Is your engine light on this week?” She scowled. 

“Not this week, no. I did do a probably illegal u-turn this morning though.” 

“Probably illegal?” He teased, slinging an arm around her as they left the hospital. 

*

“Seren, darling!” Mags called across the sunroom of the care home the second she came into view. Seren let the older woman pull her into a bear hug deceptively strong for someone in their eighties. 

“Hello Mags. God, I've missed you.” Seren squeezed tighter until Maggie clocked River standing further back. 

“Oh! You've brought your handsome man with you!”

“My friend, Mags. River is my friend.” 

“Well friendship suits you dearie, you certainly never looked this happy when you were my friend.” Maggie said slyly. 

“What's all this ‘was’ your friend, I am your friend you daft old bat.” 

“Cheeky, I can have you kicked out. Leave the man behind though.”

“No chance. How've you been?”

“Sit, sit, both of you. Are the girls getting some tea? I'm not too bad,” she flapped. “Service could be better,” she grumbled, looking around for a member of staff. 

“I'm fine, really good. You look well?” River sat down next to Seren but held back as the women talked, only being drawn when Maggie insisted. Seren's relationship with Maggie was similar to the one she had with David, she loved them and cared for them as if they were her own grandparents. He found himself lost in a near future where David wasn't around any longer. Found himself wondering and then what? It hadn't occurred to him that one day, his only relationship with someone outside of work would no longer be there. He would essentially be alone. He missed what Seren said as she stood up and brushed his shoulder as she left the room, but Maggie soon dragged him back into the conversation. 

“You're very quiet darling. I'm sure he'll be just fine.” River frowned. “Your grandfather? Seren said you've both come from the hospital this morning?”

“Sorry, yes. Yeah I'm sure he'll be OK.”

“But you're not?” She mused. “Out with it, before she gets back?”

“He's all I've got. It just occurred to me that he's all I've got apart from a few colleagues I'm not sure I'd call friends.” His brow furrowed again. 

“You've got her,” she nodded over at Seren who was laughing with one of the staff members. Her smile was radiant. He shook his head. 

“We decided to keep it simple, nothing serious.” Maggie's chuckle turned into a cough. 

“If you say so, love.” Seren came back over and Maggie fell silent.

“Apparently they're about to take you through for afternoon tea, so we'll head out.”

“Wonderful to see you. Bring cake next time, theirs is shite.” 

“Love you, Mags. Be good.” Seren gave her a hug and once she was released, Maggie ordered River over. 

“Don't be a fool, young man,” she muttered quietly. “Lovely to see you both, off you pop now.” As they left the room with Maggie watching, Seren slipped her hand into his and squeezed. 

“Everything alright?” She asked, her voice laced with concern. He nodded. 

“Yeah, yeah fine.” She didn't look entirely convinced, but let it go. “I, uhh, I'm going to head back to London if you don't mind?” Seren shook her head slowly.

“Sure, ok. I'll get my car and go back to the hospital for an hour.” They drove back to David's in near silence with Seren trying to understand what had happened over the previous couple of hours to have caused River to retreat into himself so much. “I'll call you later?” She asked, confused and a little hurt.

“Yeah, let me know if he needs anything. Otherwise I'll be back in a couple of days when he's ready to be discharged.” Seren nodded, her smile tight. She got straight into her car and decided to head straight to the hospital, not wanting to be alone. 

River made it one junction up the motorway back to London before turning around and going to Seren's house. She arrived home to find him sitting on the doorstep. She stopped suddenly, almost falling over him. 

“Oh shit!” She yelped, “you scared me half to death. What are you doing here, I thought you were going home?” He got to his feet and moved aside so she could unlock the door. She pushed it open and let him through first. “River? I thought you were going home?”

“I did. I am.” He said softly. Seren frowned a little, unsure of his meaning. 

“Ok,” she said gently, “ok. Let's get some food, you must be freezing.” He followed her to the kitchen where he sat at the table while she pottered around cooking. “David's doing fine, I think they'll probably let him out tomorrow. There's no reason to keep him in and they need the bed space.” She chatted to him, filling the silence. “I know you must be worried, but he's honestly alright. I'm sure the nurses are sick of him already. He was struggling to remember who I was, but I think it's the unfamiliar surroundings. I spent two hours with him telling me about his wonderful grandson, and then as I was getting ready to leave, he recognised me.” He moved to stand behind her, his chin on her shoulder and arms looped around her waist. She turned a little to offer him a spoonful of the rich tomato sauce she'd made. He nodded his approval and kissed her lightly, feeling her relax in his arms. His silence had made her tense, he realised. “You know you can talk to me about anything?” She hesitated, not wanting to overstep. 

“Yeah.” She didn't push any further but handed him a plate of pasta. “I always thought he was invincible.” He admitted sadly. She held her breath, waiting for him to go on. “Having you here, he was doing so much better. I thought he'd be here forever.”

“He's still here,” she reminded him, taking his hand. 

“And when he's not? Then what?” She shook her head.

“I don't know,” she confessed. She pushed the food around her plate, her appetite gone. “He talks about you constantly,” she started. “All the bloody time, even when he's lost in the past. He loves you so much, River.” 

“I can count on one hand the number of times he’s said it.” He mumbled, trying to recall the last time he heard it from anyone. His grandmother, Rose, before she'd died most likely. When he looked up from the table to see Seren watching him, he expected to see pity in her eyes, but there was none. 

“Earlier,” she took a deep breath, “when I said I thought you were going home? You said you are.” She paused, halfway between wanting and not wanting an answer to the question hanging in the air. “What did you mean?” 

“I love you.” He said softly, realising that he hadn't said the words since his grandmother had died, let alone heard them. “I've spent all day wondering what will happen when he's gone, when I'm alone, where home is. But I shouldn't have, because I'm not alone.” She shook her head, the movement spilling tears down her cheeks.

“No, you're not.” She moved from her seat at the table and onto his lap, holding his face in her hands. “You're not alone, I love you.” She kissed him, her hands leaving his face to run through his hair. “God, you're such a fucking moron.” He laughed into her neck. 

“When I saw how much you care for him, and for Maggie… She told me. She said I'd got you too. I know I said we should just be able to walk away, no hard feelings, but I don't want that.”

“You've always had me, I'm not going anywhere.” She sighed, heavy with relief and finally relaxing into him. “We do need to work out what to tell him though?” He kissed her shoulder. 

“Mmm. Give me tonight, that's tomorrow's problem.”

*

“Watch your step,” Seren warned, holding David's elbow as he lifted himself out of River’s car. River came round from the driver’s side to take his other arm but was swiftly batted away. Seren bit her lip to disguise the smile.

“Watch my bloody step,” he grumbled. “You watch out, I can still tell Taverner I’ve had enough of you too.”

“Ahh but then she’ll send back Pete who can’t play chess.” River told him.

“Is he the one who drank IPA? Disgusting stuff. I couldn’t even get him to fetch me a decent bottle of scotch. Over my dead body will he be back.” David complained.

“I’m sure he wasn’t that bad.” Seren reasoned as River went ahead of them to unlock the door.

“He was.” They stepped over the threshold together, “and he couldn’t make coffee and walnut cake.” David beamed at the sight of the cake in the centre of the table.

“God, what a crime. Looks like you did the right thing getting me back.” Seren guided him to the sitting room. “Are you feeling ok?”

“I’m not breakable, dear. I’m fine. They let me out didn’t they?”

“Yeah cos they were sick of you.” River muttered under his breath so only Seren could hear, disguising her laugh with a cough.

“I heard that young man. Seren, would you cut that cake please?”

“No problem, tea?”

“Excellent.” He settled back in his armchair, making himself comfortable. In the kitchen, Seren set a tray with cake plates and mugs. She drifted towards River as he came in.

“S’good to have him back here.” She smiled. He took her hand and pulled her away from the tray and into his arms. 

“Yeah it is. Means I shouldn’t be kissing you in the kitchen anymore though,” he grumbled. She leaned up on tiptoes and grazed her lips against his.

“As if that stopped you before.” She challenged. 

“Put her down River, goodness me I may as well look after myself if you’re going to distract her constantly.” David chided from the doorway. Seren sprung from River’s arms, blushing furiously.

“Shit, David, I’m so sorry. I-”

“No need to be sorry, dear. Did you really think I didn’t know? I may be losing my mind but I’m certain my eyesight is perfectly fine. I did tell you, he was bound to have his head turned by a pretty girl. I’m just glad it’s you.” Seren’s mouth formed a perfect O shape. “Just getting a pen for the crossword, I’ll leave you both to it.” He wandered back to the sitting room. “Wouldn’t say no to that cake, though?” He shouted.

FIN

[skele-bunny]

Hello! I absolutely love the sfw and angsty stuff you have and how you write Phantom it's adorable tbh. I hope you can do this request as i got a lil curious tho it's okay if you can't, what would happen if somehow Phantom's old master were to creep his way into top side? How would the pack deal with that? Specifically Phantom, would the others even let him know or try to hide it? Sorry if it got lengthy haha brain did silliness. Keep up the great work!

Anon...... I have plans I cannot reveal in full. BUT GOOD THING THATS FOR A SIDE STORY LINE!! Thank you so much for your kind words, and like usual LONG POST

(cw for mild descriptions of slavery, light with sa, and abuse)

Let's put it on my main "story line" I have-- you can read some of Albus/Phantom's backstory here! A little details on Albus for it to be fully understood:

Phantom's master's name is "Albus." He's an old guy, in humans standards would count as a salt n pepper. He's not connected to a pack specifically as he's involved with many and isn't tied down. He's what some would call a medicine man, knowledgeable on heavy spells and castings, even the ancient magick that he refuses to share on how but will do... Unless, of course, there's an exchange.

Albus had been wanting a mate for a very long time, and that's how he got Phantom! He was a sadistic motherfucker, loved toying with Phantom's mind and keeping him so weak and dumbed down. He was always stuck in chains and collars, claimed in every aspect by Albus. Sigils are covered on his body all the way from his mind to his womb. Albus owns him.

When Phantom got topside, those sigils never went away - they only got weak. If Albus got topside and in the clergy, Phantom wouldn't have a clue as Albus would immediately be put to work as personal assistant for the higher-ups. He's charming, he's gentle, he's very manipulative to get his way and get trust. Not to mention, he is attractive. This is already a problem, Albus is trusted extremely, he's knowledgeable, and has shown no reason to be considered a threat. Got them wrapped around his finger.

The pack would find out when Albus is ordered to deliver a message to Copia during practice. Phantom just shuts down. They keep eye contact and Albus just grows this demonic smile, and the pure scream of terror that Phantom gives has his pack jumping up in an instant. Dew is at the front, not understanding what's happening but he's not about to question his mate's fear.

Copia is trying to diffuse the situation; dude has his entire pack about to go feral on this equally teetering Quint. Albus is eventually shoved out and attention goes back on Phantom while Cirrus stays near the door in full instinct mode. Poor bat is in hysterics, clinging to Dew like no tomorrow, unable to make a clear sentence as he cries. When he's able to just yell "That's Albus!" It clicks.

Phantom has told his pack about what he's experienced, about who his master was. They're more furious than ever before, looking at Copia with such a hard glare before even Aurora is hissing. "Do something before we do."

Papa Copia is now going head-to-head against the entire higher ups, explaining how Albus threatens the literal life of one of his ghouls, and it's met with a "Then maybe we need a new guitarist, no?" But he doesn't stop there. He's fighting, and fighting. He's gets Special involved, whispering quietly--which gets the Doves involved. They like Phantom, he's another ghoul with wings and is Special's friend. You don't wanna piss off the missionaries which Albus has now successfully done.

In the mean time, Phantom is just locked down in the den, always with someone but he's so... Gone. His eyes are dull, not responding to his pack talking, won't eat, refusing to get out of bed. He can feel his body burning as he has more frequent night terrors, his trauma touch coming back and screaming in the night as he thinks Albus is on top of him again. It doesn't help that Albus does get in his head eventually. They were mated, he has a link.

Whispering to Phantom how "we'll be home soon"/"I missed you so much"/"feel that? That's our bond"/"why don't you make this easier for both of us? Come to me, parum vespertilio."/"I still own you."

His pack is doing their best to take care of him, spoon feeding and even Aether blocking certain memories and keeping him clouded so Albus can't invade. Phantom is tired all the fucking time now, and slowly going back into his old slave behaviors. Everything the pack worked to fix, to heal, to improve. Gone. He's back to keeping his head down, hiding under tables when he has moments of clarity, presenting himself when his mind deems it as "calm xyz down."

LUCKILY... The Missionaries are good at what they do. They don't work with just humans.

Albus waking up so deep in the ministry, strapped to a table, even past the catacombs. The stench of death is everywhere, specifically ghoul death. See! The fun thing about Special, is Sister loves him. All he has to do is ask, and he can do whatever the fuck he wants. No one can go against Sister.

All Albus sees is five very tall, very pissed off Ghouls with a smaller one in the middle holding a syringe of blue liquid.

It's not quick. It's not merciful. Even Copia gets to make an appearance!

Phantom is woken up by a knock on his door, Swiss instantly getting up to answer it. Special is there just smiling, the rest of the pack slowly filling in as he holds a box out that stinks. "For you. Sarra said to see him later for your sigil removal." And he leaves.

He's just so confused, slowly opening the box and face going pale as Albus' horns are sat inside carefully, as well as his heart.

[crayonnthief]

Sup, who's your favorite turtle, and why?

If I’m being REALLY specific, then 2007 raph.

This is due to him being my first favourite turtle ever. 2007 having been the first TMNT media I ever watched, when I was really young and is something I loved greatly.

I find a lot of depth within the film and love speaking on the complexity’s of the characters within the movie. (Raph and Leo’s complicated dynamic. You want to be pissed at Leo, sure he’s a hypocrite at many stages and lets his ego get in the way a few times, but you also need to understand his own self loathing. It was causing him to take out his anger on Raph putting up a front to be what he thought his family “needed”. Leo having deemed himself a “failure” and struggled to return because of that, seeing them “better without him” As well as raphs use of anger to mask emotions, clearly upset that Leo was gone for A YEAR longer then we was supposed to.

Caused so much heavy tension and stupid actions to occur. Leo could have been dead for all they knew having disappeared without a letter and the fact Leo did not address his absence clearly upset Raph, he was probably scared that he would note see his brother again, then Leo turns up and pretends like he never left? Raph wanted Leo to address the elephant in the room, but Leo never did. Not even by the end, they still seemed to dance around what happened, leading to an emotional tango. (There is much more I could go into. I could talk on and on about this movie)

Though I wish 2007 mikey and Donnie had more screen time, I actually LOVED 2007 Donnie (for some reason his voice actor just fit so well) plus the times he was on screen I found him funny, and if there was more complexity to the character shown, he would of 100% been my favourite.

But if I’m saying overall favourite turtle then My favourite is Donnie in most iterations.

It Varies sure 2012 Donnie, rise Donnie, 2003 Mikey, idw Donnie (I love metalhead ok. This might change the more I read) Mutant mayhem Donnie and 1987 raph (I’m not forgetting The last ronin, its just it’s focused on Mikey solely and I haven’t watched the Batman TMNT movie. I want too though)

(Tbh mm Donnie can be quite cringy but I just love his design sm)

I think I’m most attached to Donnie because of 2012 Donnie.

2012 was the first tv series I watched of TMNT (after 2007) and easily my favourite was Donnie. His loved for accuracy and fact, as well as overthinking and creativity, wanting structure and control, are things I relate to (not obsessing over a person though :/ that’s the only part I’m not a fan of, is Donnie’s crush on April and sure April did some questionable things but I don’t dislike her, cause people do dumb things sometimes)

I didn’t like her kissing him when he was FINALLY going to give up on her. But it was more a fault of poor writing (There is a lot of Poor writing in 2012 sadly)

Sorry for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes!

^^ im dyslexic please be kind.

[emrickzhomepalace]

“fix the attitude.” - d.m

draco malfoy x reader

slytherin house

female reader

platonic(?)

angst to fluff

warnings: angst, swear words, shitty parents, degrading, draco takes his anger out on you juust a bit but it’s only briefly

words: about 1.1k

the intense and painful weeps and sobs coming from the slytherin male’s dormitory went unheard as all slytherins and students alike were at a quidditch match that would determine finals.

considering that, he felt awfully alone, no crab or goyle or even blaise to calm him even slightly, even though he knew deep down that he would deny them any chance of getting too close to him.

draco couldn’t bear the thought of everything that he had to endure at the time. wishing it all to be over within the blink of the eye or a snap of two fingers.

knock knock knock…

draco freezes for a brief moment. whipping his tears of his cheeks and going to the door to open it, suppose he forgot to put a silencing spell on the room before absolutely destroying his vocal chords, god knows who heard and who heard what.

he opens the door to an awfully pale looking y/n y/l/n. messy bun, eye bags, red eyes, runny nose, all of it.

“the fuck are you doing here?” draco spat. “aren’t you sick?” draco asked again backing away from the girl in disgust.

“i am, yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” the shorter/taller girl says, rubbing her eyes.

“the fuck do you want?” draco uttered in fear, as he was quite sure he knew the answer.

“i heard you crying.” y/n stated simply. damnit. draco thought, pissed at himself.

“n-no! why on earth would i do that? and why on earth should you care either way? even if i was crying i wouldn’t go to a pathetic blood traitor like you, y/l/n.” draco defended, getting more in the girls face trying to scare her.

“i’m not an idiot. your eyes are red and your cheeks are glossy.” y/n stated, pointing out the obvious.

“SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!” draco said backing away quickly, pulling his wand from his bedside into his hand, pointing it at her.

he looked at the girl, breathing heavily, scowling at her. in contrast, she gave him a scared expression, looking him up and down like he was some kind of animal her eyes.

“draco, what the hell?” y/n uttered softly, looking at him, in pure confusion and to a degree - worry.

draco stood in the same position for a second or two longer before chucking his wand across the room.

“draco!-” y/n exclaimed before she felt the poor boy hug her, but he ran to her so fast he collapsed, to tired to get up he just hugged her at her knees, sobbing and wailing.

“i-i.. can’t anymore, y/l/n!” draco said, sniffling, biting his lip slightly to hold in his sobs.

y/n bent down to his level, as he pulled away from her knees.

“you can’t what?” she asked softly, moving some of the hair out of his face, to better see it.

“i-i can’t..! j-just.. sit a-around and be like this..” draco looked up at her, his expression full of pleads to save him from this hellhole.

“be like what, draco?” y/n asked, scooting closer to the blonde haired teen, trying to get more info as she was still so confused.

“a disappointment to my parents!” he yelled.

“what made you think you were a disappointment..?” the y/h/c y/l/n asked the grey-eyed man.

“because of this…” draco swiftly pulled out a folded up letter out of his pocket, and y/n began to read.

Draco,

Words cannot describe how I am feeling right now, to think our Draco is acting as such is quite frankly, humiliating.

Son, you’re supposed to moving up the ranks as you grow, not falling on your face like some pathetic pig.

Our family name can and most likely will get extremely damaged by this incident, — and as a reminder that is your fault, and if you let it slide again you will be paying for it in all possible ways.

Writing to you was quite honestly a waste of my time, you should know what this is about and how your mother and I feel. Never forget this, and if you do and make similar mistakes, mark my words son, you won’t live another day without thinking about how much of a failure you’ll be.

Make me proud son,

Your father

“oh draco, i am so sorry.” y/n said, putting a heart to her chest. wanting to hug him, but not wanting to pass on her cold.

y/n notices a crumpled up piece of paper in draco’s other pocket, the paper looks similar to Mr. Malfoy’s letter.

“what’s that?” y/n asked, pointing to it.

draco sighs. “it’s not important..”

“yes it is.”

“no it isn’t, y/l/n.”

“can i read it anyway?”

“fine.”

draco pulls out the crumpled paper, unraveling it slowly, making sure not to rip it. before handing it to the y/h/c girl.

My dear boy,

You and I both know how your father feels about the situation involving the ‘Harry’ boy. Although I must agree the entirety of the situation including the boy is not only damaging to our families name — which is one of my more minor concerns, but it was also so incredibly immature and hurtful.

However, you must know my side of it, as my side of it is different from your fathers. Of course, I don’t and never will agree with how both of you boys handled it. But, what I do understand that everyone makes reckless mistakes. Even if you didn’t make the best choices, you are still my son, and since your my son it’s my job to teach you what mistakes to not make.

So take this as a lesson, I too will be just as mad as your father if something along the lines of this pops up. But you will always be my little boy, the boy I will forever cherish, so not one mistake can make me not love you.

Take it easy angel,

Mummy ♡

“awww!! she signs her letters to you ‘mummy’?” y/n squealed.

“shut up!” draco laughed, shoving her lightly.

the two send out a short chorus of laughs before they die down.

“but still, your mum makes a good point, why listen to your father at all when your mums clearly smarter?” y/n asked, confused.

“mum’s not as powerful as dad, he always gets the number 1 say.”

y/n let’s out a small “oh” and nods slightly.

“did i fix the attitude?” y/n questioned.

“i did not have an attitude!” draco says laughing as he smacks her shoulder softly.

“answer!”

“yes! my god!”

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed(Part 11 Vinny x Garmadon)

(You should check out parts 1-10 if you haven’t already, yea guys I’m uploading again I think it’ll be a little longer and hopefully better than part 10 cause like I had no idea what to write for that part and I was extremely busy but I care about ya’ll so I made time)

After that little outburst at Misako, Garmadon just stormed off to his room went in, “Garm..?What’s wrong..?”Vinny asked knowing something was off. There was no response instead Garmadon just stood there. Vinny placed his book to the side. “Sweetheart…come here…”Vinny said holding out his arms inviting Garmadon into a hug. The larger was hesitant but hugged his lover and hid his face in Vinnys’ chest. “Do you wanna talk about it…?”Vinny asked which Garmadon mumbled no.

Vinny held Garmadons’ hand which was repeated by the larger. “Did you get into a fight with someone…?”Vinny asked, the thought of what just happened stressed Garmadon out and he squeezed Vinny’s’ hand tightly. Since he isn’t necessarily human his grip was much tighter. It hurt Vinny and it didn’t help that it was the one that is burnt, Vinny thought his heart is pure he didn’t say anything not wanting his lover to be upset even more. Vinny used his left hand to stoke Garmadons’ sliver hair. “Was it Lloyd..?”He asked which Garmadon shook his head. “I won’t ask you anymore questions I don’t want to make you uncomfortable”Vinny added.

There was a knock at the door, it was Lloyd and Wu. The two had heard the whole argument between Garmadon and Misako, they both felt a sense of guilt. “May we come in?”Wu asked which Vinny nodded to. They both walked in and sat on the bed. Lloyd was staring at how Garmadon was holding onto Vinny he wanted to hate it but he couldn’t he has seen how the two act and can help but think the two make a good couple. “Do you know what happened..?”Vinny asked, Wu nodded in response. Vinny gently lifted Garmadons’ head, “Can they tell me what happened…?”He asked calmly if his lover didn’t want him know then he wouldn’t know no matter how curious he is. Garmadon nodded before nuzzling Vinnys’ chest. “Ok so what happened?who the fuck made him upset?”Vinny asked his whole attitude changed from aww my poor sweetheart to I’m gonna fucking kill someone. Lloyd and Wu could really tell Vinny was serious. “Ok so what happened is…” (I’m not explaining that go read the other parts and find out)

After they finished explaining Vinny looked flustered at the fact Garmadon said those things about him and pissed off he looked like he was gonna go kill Misako. Garmadon was quiet he didn’t want to think about it so he said nothing and continued to cling onto Vinny. “When I get my fucking hands on I’m gonna…”Vinny whispered looking away but clearly not quiet enough as all three of them heard him. Garmadon felt flustered at the thought of Vinny being protective of someone who could very much protect himself. “We understand you’re angry but please try to avoid Misako I don’t need anything else happening”Wu said.

Garmadon looked up at Vinny before gently kissing him and saying, “I love you..”then going back to snuggling him. Vinny turned this bright red and stared at Wu and Lloyd who were just as surprised as Vinny. “So I was right”Wu said causing Lloyd to turn to him. “What do you mean you were right?”He asked, “Did you not see their unusually close bond”Wu said, Lloyd was gonna say something else but said, “Fair enough”. “Well you know now, the only person that knew about it was Nya, she walked in on me showering Garm in kisses”Vinny said. “I’d appreciate it if you don’t tell anyone else”He added causing the two to nod in agreement. “I want to know everything, more so on the lines how the fuck did you confess”Lloyd said.

(ok I don’t have anymore time I think I’ll upload tomorrow I’m sorry for anyone wanting the redemption story to have a new part I’ll try to upload for both tomorrow there’s just so much family events and drama happening sorry for any spelling mistakes I hope you enjoy this chapter is longer but I don’t think it’s that great I think I like the other chapter more)

[sidecharactersdomatter]

Thoughts I had during TGCF S1 Ep 7

-Previously on TGCF…

-Xie Lian: I didn’t mean San Lang. Ruoye: Really? Ok! *lets go of him* (Sorry I just love coming up with dialogue for Ruoye, and you’ll see more of this later in Season 2!)

-Oooh the sudden chirping during the Sandstorm music, sounded similar to the noise Gale makes in Frozen 2

-He got him!

-It’s official!  Xie Lian is shorter than San Lang people! 

-It’s like they’re fondly embracing each other…

-Don’t be sorry Xie Lian, you’re doing amazing sweetie

-Hi Fu Yao and Nan Feng!  XD

-Xie Lian: Listen better!  You’re a bad band!  Ruoye: Sorry…

-Time to wrap up this rescue!  Pun count: 7

-There’s that wind chirping noise again

-I’ve heard of a close knit unit but this is just insane!  Eyyy (I’ve been waiting to use this one in another of my fave S1 episodes). Pun count: 8

-He doesn’t have any other options Nan Feng

-A cliff!

-Well it’s good to keep everyone together

-Is that Rock Plateau also similar to the Si Won Rock the Gaang found in the same desert episode? (Another good reference, and I hope there aren’t any buzzard wasps/circle birds and weird gross cave honey)

-I wonder who’s watching out for them anyway?

-Oooh a light spell from The Owl House (It’s official, TGCF has been helping me cope with the end of The Owl House people)

-I love NF and FY’s banter so much

-Aw he was concerned for Xie Lian

-Yeah how does he know so much about the perceptors?

-Oh really…

-It is really dark

-Well that ain’t great

-There’s so many people

-There’s pissed off Nan Feng

-I almost the uncle’s name was Jeong (like Jeong Jeong from the avatar) but it’s actually Jiang

-Diplomacy wins again

-Oooh now San Lang’s skeptic

-Why does the Guide Zhao also have red eyeliner?

-Man the only kid in the caravan

-The Sandstorm hasn’t let up

-He sat on a tombstone!

-The writings in Hanzi and not Arabic

-So savage Fu Yao

-I’m learning Mandarin and even I don’t know what it says

-They’re reading together folks

-And now Tian Sheng’s curious too

-The soldiers look similar to the army in Disney’s Mulan

-Yes that is so complicated right now

-Ooooohhh That poor poor general

-Fu Yao has experience of being on the battlefield

-Aww Tian Sheng

-Tripping on your shoe laces is not how anyone would want to go out oooohhh

-Yep it’s just comical picturing that final moment

-And then they all bow to it to respect the general it’s both funny and endearing!

Yep still can’t read it

-San Lang totally said that to trick them

-Oh and the way Xie Lian called San Lang a ‘Prankster’ *Fangirls like crazy!*

-COBRA!

-He caught the tail fwoo!

-That’s an animal that would totally fit in the Last Airbender world (I wasn’t kidding when I said this is for the Adult Last Airbender fans)

-San Lang using the cobra as a jump rope has added at least 10 years or more to my lifespan!  XD

-SO MANY COBRAS!

-Thank you Fu Yao and Nan Feng

-The Sandstorm is over

-No the kind merchant uncle!!!

-He got stung!

-Oooh that’s how you stop the venom from spreading

-Oh no and 4’s an unlucky number in China

-That’s good reason alright

-No telepathic communication out in the desert

-Oh no another cobra!

-He saved San Lang!

-Oh no now Xie Lian got stung!

-Oooh San Lang ordered Ruoye to become a bandage

-(Another spell that inspires my TOH AU, including the venom sucking for healing magic!)

-He is sucking the venom out like a G!  Get yourself a man like San Lang people!

-This moment between XL and SL is so freaking sincere

-I could do an essay on why Hualian is the superior ship than Stolitz is right now, but I might end up pissing off fans that watch and defend HB’s problems, so it’ll never happen

-Xie Lian’s so brave during the venom sucking

-You know we’re all thinking what Xie Lian’s thinking about how he’s going to clean San Lang’s bloodied lips (I’ll let you share your answers in the comment section)

-And San Lang makes the snake explode like a boss

-Aw Tian Sheng’s concerned

-He’s so selfless

-And Fu Yao’s stuck with merchant sitting

-Oooh a travel montage

-Really lovely desert travel music!

-And then Fu Yao gets pissed off while the merchants sneak away!  XD

-They made it to the ruins

-Yeah he does know an awful lot

-It’s those women again

-Oooh foreshadowing with that banter

-Uh oh the woman in the black cloak spotted them

-Another cliffhanger people

I know episode 6 in Season 2 came out today, but I’m finishing my reaction compilation of Season 1 before I get to the next season ok?

[majesty0h]

to piggyback off my last post i really don't think im that shitty. and trust me, i'm my own worst critic. the only things i don't have time for are shitty attitudes and lack of grammar/ being so out of character its cringe. It says write on my page I'm adv. lit-novella so i don't see why expecting the same of my partners is such a bad thing. or expect you to at least spell check? I always bust my balls to give top quality and I just expect the same energy back. I work 3 jobs and have 2 children I don't have time to fuck around with content that makes me bored and cringe. I'm sorry? I thought it would be nicer to just block instead of saying "hey, im not going to continue this writing because your literacy is piss poor and you have no grasp on your muse whatsoever" or just straight up ghosting. I guess I can start doing that, if that's better? Idk im not here for drama I'm just here to vibe

[poisonsage808]

ModernAU!Sandor Clegane x Reader

A/N: i had this idea but not enough for a full fic so here ya go! inspired by coffee and rory mcccann in a beanie

warnings: maybe ooc sandor, sorry about that. swearing just cause. tried to keep reader gender neutral and loosely described but with longish hair & over 21

(masterlist)

•Across the street from where Sandor went to the gym was a coffee shop, opened way before the sun was awake

•He preferred to go to the gym at this time, less people to interact with. Bonus that should anyone else be up at this ungodsly hour, they didn’t want to be talked to anyways

•One hand held his phone, checking a missed call, the other held a disposable coffee cup with his name spelled wrong

•”Crap!” He heard in the distance, harsh footsteps coming closer. Habit alone made Sandor aware of you out of the corner of his eye but you were busy searching your wrists and pockets for something

•Hair a damp mess, shirt wrinkled and jeans ripped on the left knee- the blood that weeped from your now ruined skin made it evident the rip wasn’t intentional… A threat to yourself perhaps but definitely not him

•”Morning, hi, sorry, do you have an extra hair tie?”

•This close, Sandor realizes he actually knew you, you worked mornings in this very cafe just a few steps behind you both

•Obviously, you were late for work and the cause for your coworkers poor attitude this morning

•”Just the one.” He replies, not at all remorseful, “Less y’want fleas.”

•Sandor was joking but didn’t expect to hear you laugh

•”I’d take bugs over a write up. But you don’t look like you have fleas so I’ll take my chances if you’re serious.” You’re smiling up at him

•You must be desperate or mad to risk that

•Still, Sandor pockets his phone to free his hair. He actually feels more comfortable to be able to poorly conceal his scar again as if you weren’t just staring at it

•You weren’t, your eyes were on the coffee cup in his hand

•Sandro.

•”Genna spelled your name wrong,” You snickered, “She must be really tired today.”

•”Aye.” Sandor ignored the way his heartbeat skipped a beat. So fucking what you knew his name and how to spell it?

•He dropped the hair tie into your palm. True to your word, you wasted no time lazily pulling it away from your face and off your neck in a lazy bun

“Pissed too. I think her coworker’s a no show.” He smirked when your eyes went wide

•You swore for a second time and bolted away without a thank you

•The next morning he could see you were opening the cafe by yourself, the lights were dim and the music off

•You notice him approaching through the window and wave him in, “we’re open!” You sang while pressing buttons to various machines

•”Don’t look it” Sandor raises a brow

•”Good then my plan is working, I’m tricking everyone else” You scribble onto a cup while you speak, a mischievous smile on your lips

•”What is, losing your boss' business?”

•You pointedly, and playfully, glare at Sandor, “That and framing him for murder. You look like you’d go down easy”

•That, he laughs at. He doesn’t know how he let you go through the details of your “evil plan”, as you kept calling it, until you’re pushing a coffee cup towards him and he realizes he never even ordered

•You notice the suspicious expression on his face, like he thinks you poisoned his drink or something

•”You come in a lot,“ You cross your arms with a smile, “If I got your order wrong, I’ll quit right now”

•”Then you know it’s $3.“

•”Pretty sure it’s free”

•”Plan on adding robbery to that little plan of yers?”

•You laugh again, shaking your head genuinely, gesturing for Sandor to prove you wrong

•Of course it was right and when Sandor checks the spelling of his name, so was that. Also written below was ‘thank you :)’

•”Gonna get fired over this?” He raises a brow, “One used hair tie ain’t $3”

•It must have come off more concerned than he meant it to because you roll your eyes and feign a sigh, “Alright, alright! You caught me, I gave you my discount. We get one free drink a day and I don’t like coffee so—“

•”You don’t like coffee?”

•”Not the taste” You shrug

•Sandor laughs a second time since walking through the doors, not that he’s counting or anything, “Ya don’t drink it for taste, ya drink it to get through the bloody day.”

-

•You thought Sandor was flirting the mornings he came in but maybe you’d misread the situation?

•He went from a handsome, aloof stranger to a surprisingly funny and playful regular. Maybe teasing is just part of his personality

•Sometimes he lingers in the cafe. If it’s slow, and if you’ll feel bold, you sit next to him. At first Sandor loudly voiced how you might/should get fired for being lazy

•Before the conversation can go anywhere serious, you’re reminded you’re at work and have to get back to the other side of the counter

•Genna’s tired of your moping and convinces you to ask Sandor out the next time he comes in

•He hears your voice over the blenders, chatter and steaming coffee the moment he walks through the door

•You’re so happy, giving every approaching person a genuine smile and a compliment

•Seemingly more when your posture straightened instantly upon seeing Sandor hop into your line, the smile you wore could crack your face if it widened anymore

•The man in front of him was frustrated you were doing your job to get through the his order, the most attention you gave him was asking his name

•”Lose your holiday spirit, love? Where’s that gift of giving? If ya gave me your number, I could buy you dinner”

•Sandor’s bristling at the idea of you going out with this cunt. The thought of you wearing something aside from your uniform, smiling at crappy jokes and going home with— Seven hells, his heart races

•”$5.67,” You force a strained smile for the bald man, “Cash or card, Oliver?”

•”It’s Polliver”

•”Uh-huh”

•It took everything in him not to throw his head back and laugh

•Sandor doesn’t get a word in when he approaches, you surprise him with a compliment

•”I like your tattoo. Cerberus, right?”

•You have a pretty blush on your cheeks when you look up at him

•He lifts his right arm a bit when he notices your gaze to it when he doesn’t answer

•”It suits you! Never noticed that before”

•There’s a reason for that, Sandor was planning on doing laundry today and opted for a loose, black tank top, something he doesn’t normally wear especially not before the sun comes out

•You’re shamelessly staring now because.. holy fucking crap

•First word that comes to mind: hairy. You never thought you’d like a bear but here you are. You really like what you see

•You thought he looked strong before, with more revealed you can see it may not be all hard muscle but everything about Sandor screams powerful

•His left arm has a completed sleeve, various words and drawings while t—

•”(Y/N), stop drooling and get back to work!” Genna calls out teasingly

•Sandor can’t get your face out of his head after that, how bad your blush worsened and you refused to meet his eyes for longer than a moment

•He’s too good at reading people to deny your embarrassed from being caught

•Genna leaves you to pass Sandor his drink

•You linger with your hand on the cup “Hey I have to jet in five minutes. If you’re not in a rush, would you mind walking out with me? I might’ve pissed off Balliver. He looks like he’s waiting to dump his coffee on me or something”

•Your joke isn’t appreciated

•Sandor looks out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough ‘Balliver’ (get it, you asked when he didn’t laugh, ‘cause he's bald?) was glaring at you every time he lifted his cup to his lips

•”Aye. I’ll be over there when you’re ready”

•Bag over your shoulder, you approach Sandor after clocking out

•He reaches past and opens the door for you with one hand, missing the way your eyes widen as you follow his bicep down to his knuckles, because he turns and pointedly glares at the bald man

•”Yer friend gonna be ok?”

•”Oh yeah, she’s trained in martial arts”

•”Har-har, I meant with you cutting out.” He rolls his eyes as he walks beside you

•You smirk, “I am not ‘cutting out’! I have a valid excuse to leave my job early. I’m going to bury a body”

•Sandor chuckles, “Yer not supposed to tell people that”

•”You’re my alibi, I’m allowed to tell you. Yoou’re not allowed to tell anyone or I’ll be making you coffee from jail” You poke a finger in his direction and suddenly wonder if you’re allowed to touch him, even playfully like that

•”Where’s this body getting buried?”

•You like that Sandor keeps the ongoing joke alive through conversations

•”At the dentist.” You skip over to the bus stop and turn around as he follows over, looking behind you at the yellow sign with a raised brow

•”Too green for a car or can’t afford one with a barista salary?”

•”Scared to drive actually” You glare with a smile

•”You’re shittin’ me”

•He changes the subject by asking what time your appointments at and what time the bus arrives

•He waits with you after you tell him, opting to lean on the post while you stand on the bench to see if you come close to his height

•You barely do but when Sandor stands up straight, you still have to look up

•That pretty blush comes back when he dares to take a step closer. You don’t avoid his eyes this time but he can tell you’re growing nervous.

• Nervousness bothers him but you’re.. cute? Is that the right word?

•”You don’t have work today, do you? I should’ve asked, I’d hate to keep you if you—“

•”Off today,” Sandor assures you gruffly yet gently

•”Oh nice.. Do you wanna get linner?”

“The fuck’s linner?”

•You stare at him like he’s mad for never hearing the phrase before

•”It’s lunch and dinner combined”

•”..You’re going to the dentist” He reminds you like you’ve forgotten

•”Yeah,” You laugh and shake your head, “I meant after o-or a different day? Unless you don’t eat because I’ve never seen you get food in the mornings. It could be drinks—“

•If it was anyone else rambling, Sandor would’ve shut them up the minute they started to lose their point. But it was you and he never saw you nervous around him. A very new feeling sparked in his chest

•Yes, he decides, you’re cute

•You hold out your hand and make a grabbing gesture, “Gimme your phone. I’ll just give you my number and we can figure it out.”

♡[I], [II], [III]

[simpforchuchu]

How would they react if their girlfriend ended up in jail for beating someone?

a/n: Requests are open, if you want me to write something, just let me know 😊

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: some violence

Baji

• He will be totally shocked when he hears

• He was like 😳🤨😯

• and he was also like 😍😌😏

• Because the man you punched for hitting a poor dog on the side of the road filed a complaint against you, you were here until your bail was paid, and the person they were going to call was Baji.

• This was making you pretty nervous

• Would he be angry with you? Would he hate you? He would leave you for sure...

• It wasn't what you thought like

• He'll be totally proud when he finds out about the facts.

•  "Ahh babe, did you really punch that shitty guy ? That's my girl!"

Mitsuya

• Remember, you should only resort to violence to protect.

•  When a man tried to beat a woman in the middle of the street, you could not stand still and knocked the man down with one punch.

• You had to wait for Mitsuya for your redemption when the surrounding cops put you in custody as well.

• He was very worried when he heard the news, he ran to the police station.

• How to arrest his sweet lover?

• But once he gets the facts, he'll definitely be happy with your reaction and pat your head.

•  "I'm so proud of you, I'm so glad you're able to protect yourself and others darling"

Mikey

• Did someone insult Toman? Seriously ? And beside you...

• Wrong decision man

• You walked up on that gang member and beat him so bad

• But you were detained because the people around you informed the police

• Mikey got very angry when he got the news.

• No, of course not tı you.

• He was still pissed when he took you out but he turned to you cheerfully and smiled

• "I appreciate you defending me and our gang honey, but next time just tell me please. I don't want your hands to hurt"

[ms-moonlight-inn]

Okay I’ve been loving your headcanons so far! Here’s a follow up to the monogamy one- How do you think they went from both of them writing Monogamy (with minor spelling errors) to “we can’t fuck other people when we’re together”? Do you think that’s something they do again after the orgy?

can’t wait to see what you think xx

Eek! I was kinda expecting someone would ask this as a follow up. Ok, so, let me start my answer with screenshots of a conversation I had in the comments section of a one-shot I co-wrote.

It's a little truncated, but you get the gist of it.

I still stand by much of what I said back then. Both Mickey & Ian had been robbed of so much in their youth, and again later when they were separated. Had that orgy scene been done properly (with some of the communication I mentioned above), that scene could've been a moment where they regained some of the agency, power, well-being, and balance that had never quite been thiers. In a backwards, roundabout way, I think S11 was *trying* to do something like that with Mickey & Ian's storyline, but the execution was simply piss poor, at best.

Would they ever engage in a group sex scenario again?

That depends on what you believe happened on that rooftop. Personally, I think they're way too possessive of each other to permit anything more than a handjob (*maaaaybe* a blowjob) from someone else. C'mon, think about that über possessive hand on Mickey's knee —Ian's not sharing that sweet knee, or any other part, with anyone. And like hell is Mickey gonna allow his husband to tap anyone else's ass but his own.

What I do envision them as is whole-ass voyeurs. They'd gladly work up their appetites by feasting their eyes elsewhere, but their bodies are for them only.

Given that, I don't think they would ever go back to a dinner party turned orgy like the one in S11. Those parties are too unpredictable, too easy for miscommunication to occur, remember, Mickey asked for monogamy & I think Ian would have also without all that weird waffling, had he not been afraid of Mickey's answer (Yes, that's my HC, sorry not sorry).

Also, for that reason, I do think they wouldn't have a problem frequenting sex clubs together as a way to explore their sexuality in a healthy, consensual, no-touching-just-looking way. There's (usually) a much more controlled environment in properly-run clubs, which (usually) cuts down on miscommunication. Our S11 boys are *still* shit at communication, and I think they will be for quite some time afterwards.

Holy shit. That's a lot I just wrote. Eep. Anyway, I still go back & forth on this topic. It's October 2022, this is where I stand right now. Originally, I'm was in camp "good for them, let 'em have all the fun they've earned." But, now I'm here, somewhere in the middle. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Ask me again next year, maybe I'll have a different answer. 😆😅

[muffindaddystyles]

SERENDIPITY.

(n), beautiful accidents turning out in beautiful journeys.

Nothing to explain, just Vampire!harry.

Smut, Smut and Smut.

Masterlist , Let's talk about more vampire H!

Author's Note: This's me just testing waters with my fantasy writing skills. It got deleted at first and I had to write everything again with fat sad tears. Tried my best hope ya'll like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and I kinda deserve it for this one *sheepishly*

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back.

Or

Y/N interrupts Harry amidst his meal and ends up him clinging to her.

Kittens. One hell of the beasty creatures they're. You'd give them your heart but they'll prefer their two hours sleep over it. Such type of beasty wee landed Y/N into such situation. She's been searching for Meowsie her cat for fifteen minutes now when she heard a feeble cry of an animal. The tall trees with it's roots snatching at soil - the moon at it's peek. Gasping she crouches down for the rescue of a deer with it's fur wrenched in blood. 

When she does so her eyes struck at the sleekness of a pair of loafers stubbing yellow leaves under it. A groan of annoyance whirling in air and gulping she rakes her eyes to find a tall, swiney man staring down at her in offence like she disturbed him. 

He's gorgeous. Features that of greek sculpture with silk kissing it, eyes –well she can't figure them out in her fear. "Who're ye'!?" He snarls and she toppled back on her bum with a squeak, "Aish. should be asking you the same." She shuts her eyelids. He thinks she's very stupid for leisuring in an abnomished forest at this hour of night when every creature's ready to strangle her alive. 

"Who're you?" She emphasizes each word grabbing the broken branch and pointing it towards him mustering some courage not letting her brave cascade waver. 

His first instinct was to say that he's vegan. But, why should he when he's not. He doesn't like lying. 

He steps from under the shadows of trees rims glimmering under the beautiful moonlight, "Could be anythin' ye'r little brain's been thinkin' of." He smirks towering her and scrambles back. Her facial expressions blown out more from the fright he's causing. 

Poor little thing. 

Before, he could fill in her curiosity his prey escapes into darkness gaining his attention. He growls throwing his head at his shoulders — Harry isn't that of tantrum throwing person (a practice of one hundred year has taught him that bitterness brings you nothing) but he's been devastatingly hungry and the feeding clubs grossed him out. 

The smell of grinding bodies, sweat and the combination of different human's blood makes him sick to core rubbing his appetite away. He's bored of them. 

Her sweet glazing auroma calls him to trap her and take a succulent bite out of her but before that she benefited the opportunity running away from him exiting the dark forest only to find Meowsie snuggling inside her bed. 

"You batty creature!" She huffs, "No wonder I'd be found – dead one day because of you." 

With whoever; she bumped in the forest wasn't human at all Y/N thinks. 

.                                  .                                .

She's been fighting her sweet tooth for so long but it's not helping her. She muttered a fuck it before lecturing Meowsie, "No sneaking." When Meowsie meowed bobbing her head she cheered, "Good baby." Like a proud momma. 

It was success. Reaching the nearest store and buying the oreo yogurt to savour it immediately. When she strolled outside gloomy vibe hit her causing her nerves to shudder winter chillness freezing her toes.

The cup hits the pavement and she emits a loud scream as a brutal force rams her in a brick wall. 

A groan of pain rumbling in her chest and she shuts her eyes as a shadowy demon creeps up her calves agonisingly trying to pop her in two. 

Counting on her death when it screeches in horrifying noises being ripped into bits and pieces mercilessly. When she squints her eyes open she finds the mossy jade eyes peering down at her more pissed than he was in the forest, "do ya humans don't sleep at night? Or are ye' a mouse that steals good-ys at night?" He traps her head with his hands on either side of wall and she grumbles at his insult of calling her human. But isn't it what she is? A human? 

"I -- don't be mean." She pouts hissing at the dull ache in her legs and he sighs voice getting gentler, "Can ye' walk?" When she nods he scoffs with a thick accent lips quirking and nose scrunching. He wanted to leave her at it but the scared look on her tightened his chest and he felt his responsibility to walk her home safe and invest if she got hurt. 

"No you can't!" He winds his arms around her encouraging her to put all of her weight on his side as he walks her. "Who're you. And how did ya do that?" She asks with a timid voice. He doesn't want to scare her away but the truth's he's been keeping an eye on her for days. Muttering a curse to himself whenever she'd have her nightly visits without a care for herself. Silly human. 

"Harry." He replies without a care and if it wouldn't be for the pain she's feeling she'd have never let him inside her home. "I can't even eat my yogurt in peace 'cos of you Harry." She reproaches as he sits her on sofa taking her ankles and putting them over his knees. 

[That's how I felt when you interrupted my meal you little pesty thing he wanted to mutter but held back.] 

Taking out the potion Nana gave him that heals painful scars. 

"It'll hurt a bit little mouse." He murmurs pulling out the cork of bubble shaped bottle she flinches, "Don't call me that!" Staring at the way her ripened gnashes disappears in beautiful spirals. "Then stop acting like a coward-y mouse." He stands up looking down at her slumpy with sleep. He shushed her, "'s okay. . ." with each dab feeling sorry for exposing her to his world and now the demon who was manifested without a precise spell thought they're co-related kept lingering around her and well he couldn't leave such an innocent girl to be harmed by evils.

"Not gonna tuck ye' in bed, now." He stands up chin doubling raising his hands in defence albeit he's privy for such actions. Too domestically affectionate for him. 

"Please." She doesn't want to be here on uncomfortable sofa and wants to snuggle inside her blankets. "Fine." He rolls his eyes not giving heed to the angelic details of her home for that it'll create a soft spot in his heart for her. 

His body swimming in her scent once stepping inside her room and he tucks her under quilts grabbing Meowsie akwardly and putting her beside Y/N so she could cuddle with her. He stares her for time and Y/N doesn't hear door shutting and he's out of her bleary vision in a tick 

.                                  .                           . 

White swarms over the crimson in hues with yummy smell spreading everywhere along with the waves of Y/N melodic hum. Meowsie tries to rip the muffin batter and Y/N smacks her paw away ending up having a standoff stare competition with her in the kitchen. 

She literally heard her saying mean mommy. 

Y/N thoughts are all over the place. All she could think of is his's stupid beautiful face and they way his gentle touch made her feel floffy from muscles. He shouldn't pesk her like that. The white chocolate chip pops and she was about to see if they were done when a rasp crawled in her ear making her jump and causing the pyrx bowl to hit the oak counter, "Been thinkin' of meh, lil mouse?" 

"What the fuck. Harry!" She spins sending him into fits of laughter with squeaky scream.

"Not funny. Don't you guys not go somewhere unless invited?" She gasps putting her hand atop her heart and Harry's eyes follows her commotion, "'course we do. Got some manners 'n shite." He scoffs with cupid bow quirked up and nose scrunched. 

"Then where are your manners now?" He smirks at that leaning at her level, "You manifested me s' hard it broke rules." Heat splashes on her cheeks and she notices the intricate details of his features finding them dull and sick than his prior glow. She gasps in shock taking his hands leading him to sofa and sitting him with a push to his shoulders. 

"God. You look terrible what happened?" He gives out a smile at her care throwing his head into headboard cushions, as she scrambles back to kitchen to take out muffins from oven she asks worriedly proper concerned for his health, "Would you like something?" 

A warm mug of delicious bubbling blood thank you very much.

He wanted to mutter but his throat went dry from the headache making him all dizzy. He's been death starving for days now cause his appetite seems to vanish and tongue wouldn't accept any kind of blood since the day he smelled the gush of crimson running inside her veins. 

"Can I bite you?" He regrets the moment it slipped from his tongue. Y/N doesn't seem to mind instead mulls about it for a moment putting two warm hot cocoa milk and red velvet muffins on the lil coffee table. 

"Will it keep you alive?" When Harry closed his eyes in gentle affirmation she cranes her neck to side like she has seen in many movies. "Okay. Go then." He smiles weakly taking her fingers ever so tenderly in his hold and ushering her in his lap. 

"If you wouldn't mind — it'll be more comfortable like this. ." She just nods knees bended on either side of his thighs and his mouth waters at her appetizing sweet smell. He rakes his nose along the curve of her neck swearing that she's made of puddle of how soft her skin's. His senses wrecking havoc as his fangs glistens at the surface grazing against the barrier of her sensitive spot. 

"Aa-a!" She cries out and He pulls her back anxiously brows kinking, "Didn't even bit yet." 

"Surprised is all." She confesses shyly and Harry shakes his head with a silly smile letting her fist the hem of his shirt tight as he wrapped his arm around her waist smushing her closer to him and keeping her head in one place stopping her from squirming..

"Ticklish baby mouse ye're." Saying this he pushes his fangs into her flesh and she created a mousey noise head lulling. He gives out a moan-y growl at the taste of first droplet hitting his tongue. He doesn't think he could stop from now on. She tastes like the nectar birds of heaven could feed on. 

His body coming to life. Inners feeling fresh as ever again. 

She feels float-y. Like taking a nap over clouds and letting the zephyr cocoon her and she stuffs her face in the crook of his neck breathing him happily with a loopy smile.

This's oddly satisfying and calming. He wants to take care of her. She's a beacon he always wants to keep protected from the storm. He gasps feeling himself nourished all over again after days of starvation. Lapping at the shiny drops of what's left making her giggle and he could easily recognize that smell. Of her arousal. 

She's all worked up in his embrace snuggling closer to him. He has been in this position with many people before but once they serve his purpose they'd been walked away to take care of.

"Don't go lost on me little mouse y'need to eat somethin'." He settles her over his thigh taking the mug and muffins. 

Tearing it in two and bringing it to her mouth as she lays her head against his shoulder. He sighs happily feeling full as she nibbled slowly, "Thank you." He wipes the crumbs from the corner of her lips feeling the petalness of them and wondering what he shouldn't be wondering at all. "'S okay." She quips with cracky voice making Harry chuckle and sipping onto his own warm milk.

.                                  .                               .

Harry didn't know a human could attract him like a magnet to metal. She manifested him once and now he's always at her cosy home, he likes the radiance of sunshine that promises from her presence. They watch movies till the clock doesn't strike six in the morning, have secret rendezvous hidden from the eye of normal people at the places Y/N has never been, he has his weekly bites from her and in return brings her every Oscar Wilde's books from his shelf. 

Biting her's the most pleasing yet excruciating part because the way she melts like a honey over him like she depends on him and the sweet smell of her wetness that billows in the room makes Harry gripe at her sides, sometimes drinking more than her petite body could handle. He feels awful after that. 

Cuddles her to sleep and makes the walnut pie he learned from his Nana which apparently is a witch (she isn't actually his grandma — he has long forgotten about his real family). 

Harry took her to the vampires museum and when her marshmallow lips baubled in astonishment at the wings of Angels displaying on the burgundy wall. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist the whole time eyeing anyone that would look towards her weirdly (humans aren't allowed at vampire premises, but who dares to point a finger at Harry? No one.) One of the reasons he hugged her in a smushing coddling suffocating way to lather his scent all over her leaving her flustered and confused. Y/N has finally met someone that shares the same sleeping schedule as her insomniac ass. "We better leave before they hang me angel here too." His breath was hot against her neck running shivers down her spine. 

His words carrying amiability and seductivity causing Y/N to gape at him. Did he just call her his Angel? He definitely did. Annoying leech that's fucking up with Y/N's emotions. 

They didn't talk about it at all after that. 

Harry did with Nana. Freaking out to her how his emotions are always spiraling for her. That he wants her all to himself. Wants to feel her in ways that's beyond just the touch. Nana just laughed it off and made him eat his coconut pie. He almost choked on his bite. Adam apple bobbing in pain when she cleared to him – that; The they indeed have bonded to eachother. 

Her blood runs inside him. His marks are on the most precious spot of her body. Where lovers claim their affection — how could he not feel like that towards her? She's sure that Y/N also feels the same for Harry. 

Harry was getting done with some cluster of work when a stab of pain invaded his whole body prickling uncomfortably against his skin. Something's up. He could feel in his bones that his little mouse's not okay. When he goes her home he's met by pure silence making him more anxious than he already is.

He picks Meowsie from the floor rubbing her crown as he steps inside her bedroom. She's layered under many fold blankets in her bed shrinked into a pea and her head perks up when Harry's voice reaches her, "Angel. . ." She throws everything aside tackling him to mattress making him squeak.

He smiles petting her hair as she purrs against his chest fisting the hem of his shirt tightly. "One of those days?" He asks genuinely not stopping his gentle action and she bobs her head  vigorously bottom lip wobbling, "Oh my little mouse – c'mere what happened?" His gaze flitting between her's as he cups her cheeks squishing them adorably. 

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back, "Then can I bite you?" She just wants to distract herself from the unbearable headche of her history course. 

He chuckles breathily at that sighing because could he say no to her? No. He smiles down at her dimples denting in his cheeks, "Kay. Go then." She stuffs her face in the dip of his neck sniffing the marbled beach fragrance of him that of summers I'm December's cosiness. Her teeth grazing at the curve of his pale skin and Harry closes his eyes in anticipation. He feels intimidated by this little human being like no other. His little human.

Her teeth grazing against his cold skin and Harry almost whined letting a moan slip his eyes rolling back into his sockets as she bites him. His hands on her ass twitching to grope at the flesh when his cock stirred with her heat leaking against it. She creates sweet filthy noises succling the mark and "Enough." Harry cleared his throat and the haze in his head bounding her wrists between them pulling pulling her away looking at her sternly when she whines. 

"Baby. . talk to me." He caresses her cheek with his knuckles but she ignores his words floating in her all headspace staring the mark she created. Tracing the beautiful hue of love bite with her fingers, "How did it feel?" Harry's eyes flutter with charming smile as he kissed the hand which's not busy memorizing him. 

"Like a lil mouse ticklin'" She leans at that kissing her work of art, giving wet little sweet kisses up his jaw palms running down his midriff as she whispered. 

"This?" Her hips stuttering with his swell sitting delicious between her panty clad pussy lips, she peers up at him from her under her lashes as her lips rested against the corner of his pillowy full mouth. 

"And this?" Test of his patience. "Like I've never felt before." Saying. He smudges his lips against her's in a succulent, sweet and affectionate kiss. Lapping tenderly with his pink wet tongue at her mouth to deepen the kiss squishing her cheeks in the process. Swallowing her whimpers and whines down his throat like she's most precious. She humps his bulging cock with erotic swivels of her hips and Harry griped at her sides to leave blue blemishes in some hours.

He closes his eyes still smiling foolishly resting his temple against her's – noses doing eskimo kisses. 

"Can we talk now, what's disturbing my angel?" He tucks her hair back kissing her forehead and she bobs her head embarrassed at her tantrums. "It's silly. 'M gonna fail my history exam." His eyes twinkle, "Just havocin' your brain for this?" 

"No worries. I gotcha."

. . .

This's how they ended up like this surrounded by notes and papers. Harry complaining with an unbelievable scuff, "What do they teach ye' kids now days? That didn't happen at all in history." Still ending up helping her with learning which ended up him giving her his slender fingers fucking her with them to let her work for her reward.

"No pet. Wrong answer." He tutted eyes still on the quiz card and it's the sight for sore eyes. She cramps her thighs around his wrist and he curled his fingers rubbing her walls in return as a warning, "Come on lil mouse ye' right there." He leans from the edge of his chair to snatch a chaste kiss from her parted ones.

"189-5?" She mewls not sure of her answer and Harry again pressed his lips against her's murmuring against them driving a third finger inside her and rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, "such an intelligent girl. doin' s' good fo' me – wanna cum?" He bites at her earlobe gripping the quiz cards tightly.

"Yes. Please‐" He cuts her off taking his digits out making her whine and squirm loudly. Sage coloured panties clearly drenched in her slickness as Harry licks her sweet juices like a hungry kitten from his fingers wrapping his magenta lips till his knuckles — if it's a lollipop humming around them vulgarly.

"Harry No!" She huffs making grabby hands at him and he squeezes her bossom thigh to push her down, "Harry yes. Now -- tell me babe where Buddhism originated from?" He wets the pad of his thumb nonchalantly eyeing her playfully and Y/N just wants to kiss that pink pretty tongue as he turned the page around.

She grabs his hand moving them closer to her swollen pussy head falling at his mere graze, "Please." He gives love nibbles at her cheek flickering her clit to tease her.

"What baby?" He murmurs gliding them up and down her slit causing her to rock her pelvis against his touch his freezing fingers adding upto sensation. "Want your fingers." She gasped breathily because before her request Harry was stuffing her back with his fingers massaging the sweet shell of her g-spot.

Her tummy coiling with pleasure and she threw her arms around his neck parted lips pressing against his throat, "Last quiz and then ye' can come all over me fingers." He tells her pinching her thighs. His cock weeping in his pants. The world around them deafening to glitter noises and Harry puts his chin atop her shoulder raising the card infront of her shoulder as she thrashed in his arms.

It was for his last criss-cross of swipe when she gushed all over him with noises that stroked Harry's ego and this time he gave her a hickey coaxing her orgasm from her high, "Hmh. S' warm I could stay inside ye' forever." A sugary smooching voice echoes in room when he kissed the spot between her ear and neck.

Y/N thinks Harry has successfully made a nest in her heart.

. . .

They were flopped over quilts in her bed moon glowing happily in love with them together and Y/N turned in his arms admiring each glimmer of his skin with an awestruck puppy eyes, "You're such an Angel. . .so pretty." He chuckles softly bringing her closer to her chest to hear her heartbeats.

"People think otherwise my mouse." He gives out a 'oof' sound giggling when she climbed up his torso heels of palms pressing against his pecks. "You're for me resting in the depths of ye'r skin — that went through love and sorrows, nourishment and pains until god decided you were meant to be mine. . ." She sucks in a breath cupping his beautiful face to lull it side to side. Harry could bite her whole made of petals and honeycomb she is. He stares her zoning out for a moment.

"Sorry. But seeing ye' with my bites makes me s' hard. . ." He whispers. "Bite me again then." She nuzzles in the crook of his neck pressing her wet crotch down against his hard dick pressing against his zipper.

"So polite and carin'." He grins smacking kisses against the thin skin of her shoulder reaching the mark that's still pudgy and purple. She moans getting him out with shaky fingers and kissing him heatedly in full vigour making slick filthy noises. He slaps her bottom ripping her panties to throw them carefully rubbing his weeping blushed head in between her clenching pussy lips to smudge their arousals.

Whimpers of bliss whirling in air when he slipped inside her slick cunt filling her to brim his balls pressed against her bum, "Fuck. Just how I imagined — tight 'n snug. I love ye'r cunt baby." He gritted grinding his pelvis against her's in slow teasing motion hitting one spot continuously.

"Feels good. . ." She cries softly thighs quivering by his sides and he wrapped his hand around the nape of her to bring her down for another passionate kiss, "Would ye' bond to meh? Huh - lemme cum inside ye'r pretty pussy? Make it mine?" He mumbled wet-ly against her lips sucking her lower one to make it all plump and pinkish.

"Make me yours." She gives out a squeaky whimperish moan when at her words he licked his mark biting it. Her walls creamping around his cock to feel each, ridge and thick vein and she turned a loopy butterfly in his arms.

"Ye' can't cum unless I give ye' permission and I've had plenty to drink. . ." He growls grabbing her jaw eyes turning oyrx and she wipes her own blood from his mouth to press her thumb against his tongue letting him suck. Now, she doesn't have one mark only it's plenty that of flowers scattered on canvas.

He stretches his legs wide toes curling holding her down from her hips to fuck into her with rough mind forging thrusts, "Yes!" Y/N whispers with hoarse throat that she hasn't spoken from months.

"Cum fo' me. Over me cock baby wants to feel ye' Angel." He moans fondling her breasts in his large calloused palms smauching kisses at very skin he could find to shower his love to. Y/N comes a wave of shiver running from her soles to head as she just created noises straight out of porn.

Her creaming around him. Warm and slick cum dribbling down his balls didn't last Harry too. He came inside her in thick spurts of ribbons leaving blueprints at her arse.

They remained like this for some moments. Cacooned into eachother breathing eachother Harry memorizing her to memorize the memory he could never forget and caresses her cheek with the back of his hand.

He lays her on bed gently slipping out of her shushing her with pecks on mouth when she whined from sensitivity, "Gonna take care of ye' little mouse." He bends her knees kissing them stroking the insides of her shivering thighs to calm her down taking his discarded boxer from side.

"Want you to squeeze baby -— I came alot." She does as he said and he cleans her with his clothe showering her in kisses and praises.

Running a steamy bath with essential lavender and rose oils and bathe salts. Resting her between his legs to feel her skin everytime against his skin.

"I love you. Gonna keep ye' forever." He whispers in the silence of night and she smiled with fuzzy heart. Feeling good and fluttery. "I love you too."

Shrugging she retorts playfully, "I'd be all old and wrinkly but you'd be still this gorgeous now that's unfairrrrr." He just laughs at her cuteness creating obnoxious kissing noises while kissing her face.

"Gross." She mutters bashfully eyeing him and he fake offends tickling her sides causing the water splash from rims, "Wasn't gross when I was fucking your brains out—" She tries to smack him in between laughters.

"Heyyyy."