"A Sudden Craving"
Send "A Sudden Craving" for my muse's reaction to yours slipping up next to them and biting their neck...
"What... What are you doing?"

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"A Sudden Craving"
Send "A Sudden Craving" for my muse's reaction to yours slipping up next to them and biting their neck...
"What... What are you doing?"
+6 Murtlap tentacles
braveblack, evan-rosier-keeperqueen, old-father-wolf, cursednecklace, rosewoodxandxveelaxhair, chasingstags
–– "I may be arrogant, but I'm not unrealistic. I'm very aware that I am as brilliant as I say."
*imagines Izzy lit on fire* ... How ironic.
Good boy.
He felt the spell take effect. He dropped to his knees and looked up at his new owner. “Yes, master?” His brain was fighting with it, trying to scream out, but the spell was to strong.
Arranged Marriage || Fenrir + Lily
Lily Elizabeth Evans was never the proper young lady her mother wanted her to be. She swore too often and voiced her opinions too loudly. She fought with her suitors and played in the dirt. Her nose was always stuck in a book.
Despite all her short comings, she knew her duty was to her family, and at the time, that meant her duty was to get married, and to marry well.
Unfortunately, that meant her uncle was picking her husband. While the duty would normally fall to her parents, hers had died years prior. And the inheritance they'd left Lily had all been spent.
Hence why her uncle was forcing her to marry someone powerful.
She surveyed herself in the mirror, sighing as her sister fussed over her hair. Her sister had married well, to be sure, and had birthed an heir.
"Lily, stop moping. Don't let uncle see you pouting. This is an honor, you know."
It didn't feel like an honor, but still, the petite red head descended the steps, moving to the sitting room, waiting for her future husband to arrive. The wedding was tomorrow, and her uncle had figured she'd finally deserved to meet the man that would essentially dominate her life.
♠
"Fen, Michael says to co—-" She paused as she entered his tent, a bit awkwardly dancing for a moment. Jesus Christ.
"Don’t you have girls for that?"
♥
For every ♥ my muse will confess something they find sexually attractive to yours.
"Your charming personality.”
[ That was said sarcastically, but it came out wrong. ]
OH GOD THE RED STRING I JUST GOT FOR FENRIR. Oh my isnzkkska lmao