#yet TOFFEE

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

*nods enthusiastically*

Also Toffee is one of the best Disney cartoon villains of all time I will forever be salty that they ditched him in the last two seasons even tho he would’ve played perfectly in the story stuff they did there

[argentinagp]

franco @ lewis doing literally anything

(and honestly that is SO VALID of him)

hdjsjdjs YES exactly

[wisecrackingeric-2]

So. I meant to do this yesterday for my birthday. But. I ran out of time. So I tried to make a cake this afternoon. It exploded. Literally. It turned into a liquid. I almost burnt the house down. That’s not a joke. So anyways, I made toffee instead. And slapped Luis’ handsome face on there like those tiktoks of people with their Leon Kennedy birthday cakes. Bone apple teeth

[its-malarkey]

Sonic singing Coffee by Supersister in the shower. Shadow pretends he hates the song but when Sonic can’t see him, he’s grinning affectionately. He loves this idiot

[killianhemlock]

me but,,, an odd thinghk.......

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

Wanna talk about Mylanie?

I always want to talk about Septarsis and Mewni’s best mom💚

Disclaimer: I won’t be talking about hardly anything that Toffee himself doesn’t know. There’s a lot more I can say but I’d rather y’all find out with him her tavern full of secrets

⊹ ੈ♡ — — — — — — — — — — — ₊˚ ‧₊ ๑ ˎˊ˗

Did not grow up in or near Septarsis at all, but not much is known about her early life besides that

She spent most of her teenage years traveling around Mewni and discovering new places. While she was usually independent, she did have a few tagalongs who travelled with her. She’s one of the few individuals who have ever seen every single corner of the dimension. (Yes I absolutely mean the Underworld, The Cloud Kingdom, and the Kingdom of the Waterfolk when I say this. No stone unturned). She got integrated in a lot of culture and so her own sense of culture is incredibly diverse and mixed. She’s got her own thing going on.

During her travels she was introduced to the concept of Septarian “immortality”. Not knowing much about her species at all— only that she ages significantly slow compared to everyone around her and has the ability to regenerate— she totally believed it hook, line, and sinker. (Zarina and Seth had to tell her it was bogus and it was a lie the species kept up as a war strategy. Safe to say Mylanie was thoroughly disappointed 💀)

Ambrose is not her given last name. She changed it herself. It’s partially due to the immortal rumor, but not entirely.

She absolutely has had folksongs written about her due to her travels and reputation as she travelled

Didn’t see Septarsis until she was a teenager first hand, though it was during its dark ages. The Septarian warrior who took her there was her most loyal companion on her journey before they both parted ways. They didn’t meet again until Mylanie had moved to Septarsis permanently and had already joined the Septarian High Council/became friends with Seth and Zarina.

Mylanie met one of her best friends a long time ago, an individual named Koda, and they have long since passed away. That’s all her son knows.

Moved to Septarsis after hearing about the triumphant takedown of the dictator and the instating of an actual society under Seth, who she had already heard folkstories about during her travels

Joined the Septarian High Council to promote her peace agenda. As someone who is so deeply intimate with all of Mewni, she is so strongly against war and all of the fighting that’s gone hot and cold since her hatching.

Has a solid heart of gold. She’s inherently trusting, gentle, kind, loving, affectionate, and the absolute sweetest ball of pure joy and enthusiasm. But mark my words, she is not stupid, naive, or otherwise uneducated. In fact, her love for books, literature, and learning is one of her defining traits. She knows full well how hard peace is going to be to achieve, and she knows it all depends on the right queen and dismantling the system is going to take a long time, but to her the end result is worth it.

We all know this already, but it might as well be emphasized further, she and Seth are just friends and she’s so annoyed by his courting bs

If there’s one thing Mylanie slipped out about her son’s other parent, it’s that the name Torrence was their choosing. She didn’t name her son herself, the name was their idea.

Does it even need to be said that she loves her son to the ends of the earth and would do anything to protect him?

Instilled in her son a love of reading and learning. Prioritized teaching him to train his mind and be an intellectual rather than relying on brute strength. That lesson has stuck with him through his whole life.

Loves and adores children in general. She’s known for having kids following her around and excitedly talking to her. She’s a kid magnet and loves every second of it. The parents on the other hand are less than appreciative that she’s sneaking these kids candy💀

Despite all my talk about how sweet and kind she is, she’s an aggressive debater. Once you get her started she can get so feisty and hot tempered. It kind of intimidates anyone who only sees her as a blissful optimist. She can get fired up and passionate, especially during debates and defensive and confrontational when anyone dares to hurt (physically or emotionally) her sweet baby.

Loves flowers. Loves collecting flowers. Loves making flower crowns and leaf crowns. She just really really really loves flowers and nature stuff. You’ll never catch her without a flower or flower crown in her hair. Even decorates her son’s hair with flowers. Flowers are her thing.

The oddball of Septarsis. While she has a group of people backing up her peace agenda, it doesn’t stop the populous from thinking she’s just a wee bit funny. There’s a reason why I said she was very Bellecore, I literally cannot listen to that opening song without envisioning an animatic of Mylanie. Specifically the opening song.

Extremely physically affectionate. Definitely a hugger. She expresses her love through physical touch— which counteracts her son. He’s incredibly shy and reserved and prefers to keep physical affection private.

When the Solaria situation happened, it was the biggest shakeup of her entire life. It completely challenged her worldview and made her look completely and totally foolish and stupid for her peace advocacy she’d worked tirelessly to try and prove was possible. It devastated her.

Went against all of her beliefs and joined the fight against Solaria, placing her son in the trust of Seth and Zarina. She visited whenever she could but overall missed five years of his life.

Mylanie had a specialized locket made just in case anything were to happen to her so her son would have something to always remember her by. Speaking of…

She uh… She died. She’s dead. No takesbacks. No fakeout. She dead dead. She long gone. Whoopsies?

She’s really just… kind of a Disney Princess… honestly… which is kind of silly… considering her son is a canonical Disney Villain (regardless of his nuance and such and.. yk)

I fully acknowledge how different she is from her son, especially what he eventually became, but trust me… there’s a lot y’all don’t know about her yet. This is only what he knows. She didn’t get to tell him half of what she wanted to tell him because he was so young when she died.

Picture of Mylanie in his locket:

Random doodles (ft. Battle Attire):

(I DIDNT HAVE A REFERENCE FOR THE SICKLE WHEN I DREW IT LAST YEAR DON’T HATE ME 😭😭 I know how to draw it I swear.)

[rainyday-deer]

POP ROCKS IN MY CHOCLY ORANGE?! I NEEEEED IIIIIIT

YES!!!! POP ROCKS!!!!!

It's genuinely so good!!!

There's a kind with toffee bits now, too!

[tearosesarts]

I don’t have any picture of what she looked like before, and I couldn’t find one on the internet (closest I could find was Ty’s Cobble the cat, but it’s not exact and mine has a Kellytoy tag, not a Ty tag), but this is Papple.

And this is Toffee, who I was able to find “before” pictures of online:

Now:

(The coloring hasn’t really changed, it’s just the lighting)

Oh

[yumichikah]

"I am here. What's with the fuss?"

[starscreamingg]

Why is applying to art college even a thing why can't they just come to our homes and beat us with shovels it'd be less devastating

[hypnagogics]

haiii pludawg… 😇

i’m thinking about sloppy and wet ab riding with sub!sevika, pinning her to the bed with your thighs and riding her into the mattress, she’d get so flustered as you overpower her and she’d just gawk at you like the cutie pie she is while you leave a sticky trail all over her abs… continue this however u want 🤎

thanks a million!!! 😋

☆: hey chat, have something new hehe. sev has been turning me into a MONSTER lately and i had to get this outta my system. ok enna this idea. i have no words. this is the most scrumdiddlyumptious thing ive literally ever heard im gonna start freaking the fart out are u fr...omg. wow...i love u sm for this💚AHHHH I NEED HER.

you gazed down at sevika from your spot, lovingly straddling her torso, intently watching every microscopic change in her features. she helplessly stared up at you, eyes as gray as the goddess athena's, round and teary, near overflowing with pure, unadulterated need.

you wanted her just as much, if not more, only you were better at acting, so you didn't let her sense it and take the chance to rip this moment away from you. you knew her, and she'd give her all to try.

your hot, naked bodies pressed together, it had been eons of simple messing around— neither had their sweet release just yet.

you were planning on making this exhilarating for you, while being torturous for the woman underneath you.

her eyes flickered up and down your bare form, eying every curve and valley hungrily, she took in every little detail before bringing her eyes back up to meet yours. “you plan on doing anything? sometime tonight, preferably.” she huffed in exasperation, her low voice gravelly, yet there's the unmistakable trembling only someone who'd give anything to cum possesses. “oh? i'm fine doing this all night, actually. don't rush me.” stern, but sweet, the sound of your voice makes her break eye contact bashfully. you aren't able to stop the smirk that stretches across your lips, and you tighten your grip on her arms—both flesh and mechanical—on either side of her head. sevika's dark hair is disheveled, sprawled across the pale pillow, her toffee skin gleaming with sweat, she looked ethereal. every move you make is slow, calculated, enticing. designed to drive her insane, make her whine and clench around nothing but air—and she does exactly that when she feels your dripping folds make contact with her quivering abs. she squirms below you, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, and closing her eyes as tight as she can, inhaling sharply.

you hadn't even started moving yet, but the wetness, the slick sound, the warmth of you on her skin was driving her over the edge. if so much as a gust of wind kissed her pussy, she'd be crying out and gushing all over the place. unfortunately you were indoors, so she'd have to suffer a little longer.

on your end, the contact is so good. you rock your hips back and forth on her just once, experimentally, but right away the pleasure pools in your abdomen, and you start rutting against her, chasing the mind-numbing feeling.

and sevika? she can't do anything but just gawk at you, observe how you throw your head back in ecstasy, your pretty moans filling the room, along with the obscene slapping sounds of skin against skin. you transition to a circular motion, gyrating your hips against her taut abdomen, soaking every square inch of her, including her happy trail. can't forget that, can we.

at this point, she can barely keep her eyes open, poor thing, so mesmerized by you in all your glory, grinding your hard clit selfishly against her like this, it was almost enough to make her finish just like that. within a fraction of a second.

“b-baby—ah”, words are failing her, her voice high pitched and shaky. her hands find their way to your hips, and she assists you in your mission, the sensation of the cold metal of her mechanical arm sending shocks up your spine.

words have failed you as well, nothing but grunts and whimpers resembling sevika's name falling from your lips. your ruts speed up, no longer following any rhyme or reason, all you can think about is getting to that peak. you're so absorbed in how her muscles feel against your pussy, you are almost brought to the point of forgetting where you were.

rhythmic “ah, hah, ah, ah—” following every thrust, the intensity of the impending orgasm swirling inside you, and she can't help but moan with you, the ache in her drooling core growing more uncomfortable by the moment.

with a cry you're hit with blinding pleasure, all your senses cutting out. you hump against her some more, riding out the high as much as you could before the throes of overstimulation took their hold, and your body was enveloped with waves of relaxation.

you come to, and look down, your eyes meeting those of sev’s, her mouth slightly open, arms limp by her sides, chest heaving up and down as she—and you—register what happened. you climb off of her and fall in an embrace, burying your face in the crook of her neck. the heat of embarrassment and realization spreads throughout the surface of the skin, only you're brought out of it by sevika's sugary voice. she sounds dazed, high as a kite, speaking slowly, “that…was so hot. you're so hot. my turn?”

because this is my first fic for sev, im not gonna tag people but i will add her as an option and put my taglist here anyway ♡

[luveline]

hi bae, just wondering if you could write something like roommate!marauders and reader with anxiety where everytime one of them goes out she gets really worried that’s somethings gonna happen to them and waits up for them and just feels like a burden when she calls to make sure they’re alright and just general anxiety things and them being so sweet about it

love u

love u too♡

cw death related anxiety

“Hey, Remus?” you ask tentatively. 

Your housemate lays across the sofa with his dinner half eaten on the coffee table and a book tented on his chest. He's ignoring both in favour of the television, a rerun of Family Fortunes turning the sofa cushions and his pale skin a light blue. 

He drags his blue-tinged gaze from the subtitles to your frowning. “What's wrong?” he asks. You're surprised he heard you over the sound of Sirius’ stereo echoing down the stairs. 

“Where did James say he was going?” 

“I think he said he'd be at the gym for an hour now he's not in work. Want me to call him?” 

“Why would you call him?” you ask, instead of saying yes, please, like you want to. 

“You're worrying again.” 

They know how you are. It doesn't mean they have to understand —it isn't logical to think James is hurt because he hasn't been home today yet, and none of them are required to humour you in your worry, but they always do. 

You feel sick as he takes his phone from his pocket. You've convinced yourself that James is dead, that his car curled around a bend too quickly on the drive in the rain, or that something happened at the gym, or that he never made it there at all, had a fit in the car park outside of work. Even as you think it, you know it's implausible, unlikely, just a repetitive negative anxiety worming its way into your head, but you can't make it stop. 

James doesn't answer the first time, which doesn't help, and then when he does answer the second time you're waiting for bad news. Remus smiles as he talks. “Hello? Jamie?”

James doesn't need speak phone to be heard. “Remus! I'm at the gym, what's happening?”

Remus wrinkles his nose. “What's happening? Since when do you say that?”

“What's up?” James corrects. “I'm on my way out of the gym, can you talk? You can keep me company while I drive.” 

Remus holds out the phone to you. 

“Remus?” James asks into the room. You take the phone before he can hang up, and decide to be honest, but the words get stuck like toffee between your teeth. “Hello?” 

“Hey,” you say, sending Remus a grateful look. He moves over to make room on settee for you, and his arm wraps familiarly around your shoulders as you settle in. He turns his attention back to his show. 

“Oh my god hey, angel. Remus okay?” 

“I was making him ring you, sorry. I thought… you know what I'm like. It's getting late and you aren't home, and I know I don't have the right to pester you about where you are.”

“Yeah you do,” James says, his voice louder, like his mouth is very close to the microphone. “Course you do. I'd worry too if you weren't home yet.” 

“I do this all the time, though.”

Just last week he and Sirius were out late and you'd panicked that they'd both been hurt. You stayed up until almost one in the morning waiting for them to get home from a music shop in the city, each minute after eleven like a shot of ice water in your veins. Sirius jumped when he saw you waiting in the living room, but then he'd given you a hug and rubbed at your shoulders roughly. You didn't wait up for us, did you? 

“It's worse lately, yeah?” James asks. You hum non-committal, and Remus gives you a squeeze in typical Remus fashion. You hadn't even realised he was listening, but his support makes this easier. “You're worrying about us more.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I don't know why. And it sucks because I know it's making me a lot to deal with.” 

“I would one thousand percent prefer it if you rang me then sat there worrying. That would make me feel better. And Remus and Sirius feel the same way, okay? We could all stand to ring each other a bit more anyways.” 

You rub your nose into your hand. “Sorry,” you mumble. 

“There's no need to be. I love you, ‘n I just want you to be happy. If a phone call can make that happen then why shouldn't you do it? And it's not like they're a big imposition, I like talking to you. We all do.”

James is home from the gym what could only be ten minutes later, and he leans over the back of the settee to kiss your forehead chasely. “Here we are, all safe and well.” 

“You haven't seen Sirius yet,” Remus points out.

“I can bloody well hear him. What is he listening to? Is that U2?” James shakes his head in disgust. “I can see why you were so worried I wasn't coming home. Let me go put a stop to that immediately.” 

[bunnys-kisses]

hiii bunny ! could i ask for a pastry braid and a sponge toffee with frozen latter and a vodka shot served by franco colapinto?

bakery menu

want to submit to the bakery? then hit up the menu! i'd love to hear from you. there are all kinds of things up on there to choose from! as for the lovely anon who sent this, thank you! i have yet to really get anything for franco! (and yes this does still mean that i'm writing for logan sargeant too!) thank you for the submission and enjoy!! <3

pastry braid ("your job is to make me cum. now get to work.") + sponge toffee ("aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?") + frozen latte (dumbification) + vodka shot (rough sex) served by franco colapinto (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, established relationship, dirty talk/ degrading language, dom/sub, dom!reader, collars/bondage, messy oral sex (reader receives), cumming untouched

franco was riding a feeling higher than a kite. he was on top of the world, it was his second race and he earned points! that was awesome, it wasn't a trophy, but it was a start. he was given a chance and he was finally coming to fruition. he would be on that podium in no time!

but, even if gained nothing in baku. he could still come back to you, he could always come back to you. and play the sweet games you always played. franco loved when his long-time girlfriend was in charge in the bedroom. it excited him in ways that he couldn't describe. so after baku in the williams hotel room. he was met with his two favourite things.

a collar and dark blue rope. paired with it was a note.

"collar on, frankie. i'll be back soon. - your love."

franco felt a shudder through his body as he started to get undressed. he took a deep breath before he picked up the collar and placed it around his throat. this was all part of your little game, for the cameras you were childhood sweethearts with him finally rising to the top of the racing world.

and you were the sweet girlfriend who went to school and kept him tethered to reality. if only the press saw what you two got up to in the evenings, behind closed doors with the blinds closed. this was only something that came about when you both became adults, and franco savoured every last moment of it like honey on his fingers.

he sat on the couch in nothing but his briefs as he waited for you to come back to the hotel room. when the door opened he perked up and saw you come in. with purse in tow and a small paper bag.

you noticed him and smiled, "oh, frankie." then quickly got your sneakers off before you went over to him. your bag was placed to the side and you sat beside him on the couch. you kissed at his face lovingly and he melted into your kiss.

these kisses were different from the ones that you gave him on the track. those were sweet kisses for the camera, the kisses you gave him in the hotel room were heated.

"you look so good." you said softly, "you left the rope?"

he nodded, "of course." then kissed you gently in return. he felt a shudder run through him. he loved this. he knew from the moment it got introduced into his life, he loved it. to put all his trust into you and you'd care for him.

"good boy. i guess a good boy deserves a little treat then." you pulled away and took the paper bag, "but first, you'll need to be tied up. do you remember our safe word?"

"pilar."

"and our gesture?"

"four taps. then three nods." he replied.

you took him by the face again and pulled him into another heated kiss. which he melted into. when you pulled away soon after, he tried to get another taste of your lips, only to whine when he couldn't. you went to the table where the rope was, only to bring it back. then slowly tie up your boyfriend.

you had been lucky enough to know him for so long. you've seen him achieve greatness and now he was only going to go higher. and you would love him every day until the sun exploded.

"excellent." you said with a smile as you ran your hand across his jaw when you got close enough. then you started to tie his arms behind his beck, framing his chest nicely with the dark blue rope.

he squirmed a little and you 'shushed' him with kisses. which he was eager to accept. you finished tying him up. you heard him whimper a little and you chuckled. he sounded like a dream, he was handsome even when bound so pretty.

you started to undress, both of you were soon naked. franco eyed your body as you helped him onto his knees in front of the couch. his cock twitched, painfully hard from the immense feelings plus the rush of today's race. you combed your fingers through his hair and smiled, "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

and franco looked at you with those big beautiful eyes and got to work. his tongue up against your cunt and you held onto tightly. you shuddered. franco was perfect.

he squirmed a little against the ropes while he ate you out. he looked perfect in his collar and binds. the perfect lover for you, the perfect man for you. he was a rising star and you were there are every turn. you adored him, loved him, he was the beating heart in your chest.

so who were you to deny him on his knees with his tongue against your slick cunt. you held onto him tightly and tried to guide his head against your sex.

you moaned heavily and could see that his cock was painfully hard. you knew the adrenaline from the day plus the activities now were only driving him crazy. you felt flustered while naked on the couch.

"my pretty boy." you said, you watched him try to figure out how to get friction across his cock as he shifted on his knees. you yanked his hair a little tighter as you added, "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

he whined and only gorged himself deeper into you cunt. his movements got quicker and with less of a pace as he found himself deeper in a hot lust. the pleasure was coursing through his body despite not even having any friction to get himself off with. you held onto him and felt his tongue against your pussy. you panted heavily between heavy moans as you felt the pleasure course through you on the couch.

"such a pretty boy. so good for me. you know exactly how to make me cum. you've always been the best for me. i love you."

he looked up at you, that look in his eye said it all. he loved you too. he adored you more than anything. even bound and collared, he loved you. he adored you, you were everything.

you whimpered a little bit and held onto his hair a little tighter. the pleasure was feeling overwhelming.

"shit. frankie." you whimpered.

he came without anyone or anything touching his cock. and his eyes rolled back a little at the feeling. he shuddered but continued to eat you out with a fever in his soul. even with his cum all over his cock and thighs.

"oh, honey." you exhaled and he shuddered. he continued to eat you out and made you hot all over. you could feel yourself closer to orgasm. the heat washed through you.

you came on his tongue and he felt a thrum of heat run through him. you tensed up then relaxed, then relaxed your grip on him and relaxed against the couch.

franco rubbed his cheek up against your thigh and smiled a little. it felt very good in his head as he rested his chin on your thigh and looked up at you.

you smiled, "pretty boy." and touched his face. his chin gleamed with wetness. he looked like he had a good time.

he was not only pretty, he was perfect.

when you took the ropes off, you grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and wiped his lips and face between you kissed him. he melted into your touch with his cock slick with his own cum.

you said, "such a good boy, usually i make you ask to cum, but tonight i'll let it slide." you then softly cleaned the cum off of him and watched him squirm a little.

he nodded dumbly, "yes, thank you! thank you!" and only got settled against you when you dragged the him against you on the couch with the throw blanket over the both his brain was in another place so you gently held him. then you grabbed the paper bag off the table with some effort.

"i got something sweet for you." you said.

he replied with a goofy smile, "is it more kisses?"

you kissed his forehead, "no. they're called shirin-gogal i think. it had nuts and sugar in them."

he shifted a little as you softly fed him. you smiled a little, the collar still was around his throat. he was your future champion, the love of your life. and on top of that your sweet submissive. <3

[kissingchamber]

brace face baby!

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: teenage romance and having braces definitely do not mix...

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): MCU! Peter Parker x male reader with braces

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): bleeding, reader feels a little guilty for busting Peter's lip

𝜗𝜚 notes: English is not my first language!!! I got my braces off yesterday ^^ based on this post of mine

Having braces sucked. No more chewing gum or toffee for you— or teenage romance, apparently.

You and your boyfriend, Peter, were happily making out until his lip got caught in your braces. Your goddamn braces!

Now you two are sitting on the edge of his bottom bunk, you holding a paper towel to his busted lip with a concerned furrow between your eyebrows.

"'M okay! 'S just a split lip." He says, his reassurances slightly muffled by the paper.

It does help a little but you can't help but feel a little guilty. "I hurt you, though..." You look away, frowning.

Peter's hand grabs your wrist, pulling the paper towel away from his lips. It wasn't bleeding much anyway, you're just being a worrywart. "Dude, I have superpowers, a little blood won't kill me."

"But I hurt you, Pete—" You try but he interrupts you. "Nope! You know there's a strict no self depreciation rule in the Parker residence." You can't help but smile at his silly antics.

He smiles back, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pulling you against him. "There's that smile I love so much." You huff out a laugh, shaking your head.

He grabs your chin, pressing a soft peck to your lips— you don't kiss him back, not yet— and rests your foreheads together. "So, conclusion: not your fault."

You roll your eyes at him. "Alright, alright. It wasn't my fault, it was the stupid braces." Peter nods at that like he's proud or something, it's kind of adorable. "Yeah, those damn braces!" He says enthusiastically and kisses you again. You kiss him back this time.

𝜗𝜚 note: thank u for reading!! reblogs are appreciated :3

[tan1shere]

Who Is She

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: the extra of tanns kinktober I hope you enjoy it 😁

Summary: you were new in town, being warned about the mysterious girl and how she was insane. Little did you know you'd absolutely love her and the mysteriousness.

Warnings: smut, stalker billie, vampire billie ! Fingering <3

Masterlist - Halloween ML

"A misty memory..."

"A haunting face..."

That's the constant warnings you got of her. Ever since you moved here 2 months ago. You didn't even know her name. No one dared to utter it. You honestly didn't care if it came out of your mouth. You just really wanted to know who this mystery girl was. The people never specified why she was so aloof, just that whenever anyone would be around her they'd go missing. You personally didn't believe that one bit, as if someone could just do that so randomly. Someone known.

The friends you had made so far were the ones warning you, the town was small so many people knew of her. And that is exactly why you went to the friendly old man that worked at the sweet shop down the road. You'd go in there often and he'd have all these fun stories to tell you. Especially back in his day, his wisdom was intriguing, so he was most definitely the person to go to. The bell jingles as you open the door to the shop. "Hey jo!" You smile at him. "Hey toffee!" He smiles cheerfully. He had started calling you that soon after he realized your love for it.

The nicknames just stuck around, but so have you. "How are you today?" You ask kindly, grabbing some toffee fudges. You then go to your forever spot on the end of the counter. Sadly not many people would visit him, it saddened you because he was always so lovely to everyone. "I'm amazing, how are you hun?" The smile never left his face which always made you feel 10x better no matter the day you had. "Not too bad! Hey, could I ask you something?" You say, unwrapping the sweet. Passing him the wrapper to throw away for you alongside money that was way more than it actually costed.

He always would say to keep it but you never listened. "Fire away." He leans back in the chair he'd always sit in, watching as you plopped the fudge into your mouth. "Mystery girl. Who is she?" He looks at you carefully. "No one, knows who she really is. But I do happen to know more in depth details that nobody knows." AhHA! You knew he'd know something, after all he's lived in this town his whole life. He knew everything and everyone, so there was no surprise. "Billie, I knew her parents way back before they left." He cuts himself off, you had a feeling he knew alot more than he was about to tell you, but you just let that go. "Shes lived in this town for years, and years."

He stops again, was he giving slight clues? Jo was never a fast talker he'd constantly take small pauses. But it was the way his voice changed at the end of each sentence, as if he was leading you on a scavenger hunt. Maybe he was. "Shes never seen by anyone, and if she is its always in that forest near those older houses." You nod your head, listening. "Interested are we?" You purse your lips. "Maybeee." You then smile slightly. "Not scared?" You shake your head, leaning back against the pillar behind you. "Far from it honestly." He now nods, taking in everything you said.

"I knew her when she was really young, like I said I knew her parents years ago, quite well actually. But she would always keep to herself." Your eyes wander down on the counter in thought. "So you don't know why she's so mysterious and 'scary'?" He's still, shrugging just a bit. "If you really want to know you could find out." You laugh slightly. "She must not be that dangerous if you're saying that." He shrugs yet again. "You said it yourself, you're not scared or anything. And who knows what she could be."

"You do." You then say with a tiny grin, he mirrors the action. Putting a finger on the side of his nose. "Go find out, toffee."

And so you do, after a long day on a shift at work, a few days later- Or a few weeks per say. You hadn't gotten the chance to do it. You go down to the forest Jo had mentioned. It was in the evening so things weren't especially light.

I call her name.

"Billie!?"

Across an endless plain.

"I hear you've been looking for me?" -

She'll answer me... wherever she may be.

- She says, lurking in the darkness. Still unable to see a face until she comes into view, she was beautiful. Just a regular young woman. You ignore the fact she knew about your inquires on her, pondering if you should ask who on earth she is but you just have to. You have to know. "What are you?" Was the main thing rattling around in your mind. Her head tilts slightly at the question. "You're very brave, I must say." The thing is, you were never scared. Not even now, she could turn into an ugly ratty demon and you'd still be interested. "Y/n? Right?" You blink at her a few times.

"How do you know my name?" She shrugs. "I've been watching. Observing your every move ever since I found out you were looking for me. And to say the least you intrigued me deeply." You intrigued her? You were quite baffled. "Nobody's told you what I am no?" Your head shakes. "Why don't I show you angel." Your curiosity takes over as She comes closer to you. The situation was endearing, intense within a small gap of time. Her hand goes to your face and you just let it. You look at her lips and they're on you in an instant. Attaching to your own, your jaw, slowly. Your neck.

You hear her breathe in near your pulse point, and it's like something clicks in your brain. You knew exactly what she was, and you wanted to truly find out. "Don't wanna hurt you sweet girl. In any way." She then pulls back to look at you. "I've grown to like you, even if i don't know you fully. Your cute smile when you're laughing with your friends or that happiness when you enter Jo's shop. I just know you're special." She finishes, moving her finger to a strand of your hair, putting it behind your ear. "I want this." You say positively. She thinks for a moment. "I haven't told you what I am-" "I know." You say putting your hands on her face.

She was slightly hesitant, everyone was scared of her, all she wanted was a feed. To keep her well. And you were gladly going to give her that. Her lips were on your own again, the kiss being hungrier than the last. This time you were getting into it more. Gasping just slightly when her hands meet your waist, gripping tightly. Your hands slide down, resting on her neck as she pushes you against one of the many huge trees that were surrounding you currently. The kiss only deepens, making you moan just slightly into her mouth.

"I can smell you." She breathes against your lips. "Taste me then." You say, giving her every bit of permission there was to give. Extending your neck out slightly for her to do just that, taste you. Her lips make contact with it, everything was delicate until you felt a slight piercing in your skin, her sharp fangs seep deep. But yet keeping a careful eye on how much she takes. She meant what she said earlier. You're the only human being who hasn't seen her for something hideous. She admires you. Your hands move to her hair as one of hers move into your jeans. You gasp again as you weren't expecting her to.

Your mind goes numb, blank. Feeling her fingers find their way to your aching clit. It was driving you insane with both tactics at once. The sharp twinge in your neck, and the antagonizing touches on your pussy. Her fingers inch lower towards your hole, slipping in eventually. Your brain turns to samp, closing your eyes shut as she inserts two. "F-fuck." You breathe, completely breathless by every motion. "That feels, good.." You mumble out. The taste in her mouth was intoxicating, you tasted delicious.

She devours the sweet red, coming out of the vein she punctured. Her tongue swipes along the two teeth marks keeping it there for a second, before she comes back to face you. Sticking her free fingers against it. She feels the pulse, slightly weak but still pumping. Her eyes had a slight red tone to them, insanely different from when you first saw her before, her veins were sticking out like crazy under her eyes. Red smeared along her lips. Your mind was hazy. Eyelids drousy as her other fingers make work on your cunt, speeding up now she can see your face. Others would look at you and think you're dying. But that really isn't the case, you were so blissed out. You felt like you were on cloud 9. She smirks. Watching your features.

Hers begin to ease, veins subsiding, eyes not as red, fading into that ocean blue again. Her other hand is removed from your neck to wipe the excess of your blood from her mouth.

She noticed just how blissed out you were, and God she was enjoying the sight. "Still with me baby?" You nod, biting your lip. "S-still with you-" You exhale a tight moan, feeling your back arch as she hit the right spot. "Good girl." The spot that's going to make you gush. Just for her, on her. She watches everything so carefully not wanting to miss anything. "Cum for me." She then says, and with a few more strokes of her fingers you do. Cumming right on her fingers. She takes them out and instantly puts them in her mouth. "Everything about you is so tasty my god." She says, a low moan leaving her in the process. You try to regain your breath, looking at her and realizing soon after. "Wait you mentioned Jo before-" Her eyes are on yours.

"Yeah, course. He's my uncle."

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