Prompt: Happy Valentine's day!
Whether it's a friend to hold, a partner to kiss, or a polycule to cuddle. Keep your loved ones close these days. We'll all get through it together~

Perhaps you couldn't rely on the world to give you much. But at the very least you found them. With a squeeze in response you walk through the door and close it. Ready to do it all over again tomorrow.

Turning the key in the door you felt it open, the light blinding you for a quick moment before you felt someone's arm wrap around you. Ah... this was why. Their breath along your shoulder, a grin you could feel as they gave you a huge squeeze.

A slow ride home, music to keep you company as you dutifully kept your eyes on the road. Finally you pulled into your home. It was late, later then you wanted it to be. You pondered for a second, was it all worth it? It felt like you could hardly live these days with all that was going on.

Your shoulders slumped as you left the building that was practically your life these days. Yet another grueling day of work passed by with little to show for it. You walked to your car, turning the key in the ignition as it sputtered to life.

You were free. Freed from the life of a land dweller. Freed from a life of responsibilities. So glide little fish, glide far and free.

For you had not found your family, they had found you.

Prompt: Sharks/Depth

The ink stretched like saliva between your lips as you find yourself with a rather small snout. The shark leaned in once, twice, and finally thrice more before your snout now resembled their own. The other's hand massaged your gills before releasing you.

For gills flit open lazily along your neck. A grey humanoid shark glides up to your face. Black ink pooling from their lips as they leaned in. Before you could react their lips met yours. Holding for a long while before pulling back.

.need to breath? A pair of hands around your neck dragging you against their chest. Another wrapping around your legs with a snout pressed against your midsection. With each drag of their hands and claws, grey scales took its place. You gasped but no air escaped your mouth.

Too eager to swim amongst the denizens of the open seas. Their patterns filling your iris's with wonder as you felt yourself being tugged downward. A inky expanse enveloping your feet as grey hands hungrily drag you deeper and deeper. You couldn't breath... you didn't...

Imagining yourself carried on a current. Today you wanted to push yourself, you dove beneath the waves. Fish surrounding you in waves of colour and shimmer distracting you from the dark inky depths below.

You didn't even register the first touch along your ankle as anything more then seaweed.

CW: Ocean | Thalassophobia

You strayed from shore into the cold waters. The sunlight reflecting off the rising waves. You were an experienced swimmer. The ocean was your second home and even then you longed for more. You twisted your body in your sleep as if you were swimming beneath the waves.

But those who knew, knew better then to disturb the mistress's mealtime.

Prompt: Vampires/Thrall

Her mouth opened, lowering slowly out of your vision as you gently laid your hand on her head. The one touch she permitted you to have as your mind blanked from her next move. There were stories around the castle as fellow servants exchanged theories of what occurs in there.

Held across her lap she leaned over you, hair draped around her face as her red eyes stared down into your own. The only words exchanged were ones of assurance. "Shh, you know I'll be gentle honey."

Her hand slipped from your cheek to your chin as she beckoned you in. You leaned in, submitting yourself to her arms. It was as if movement was drained from your limbs as she touched them. Her touch so tantalising it stripped you of your very function.

Thus here you are, once again. Her hand sent sparks of feeling into your flesh. Practiced obedience being the only thing chaining you to your spot as to not leap into her arms. She smiled, pointed teeth poking past her gums as you smile gingerly back.

No one really could tell why you were called to the mistress's chambers so routinely, so diligently. It mattered not what affairs surrounded her schedule. When the bell tolled for midday and midnight, the footsteps could be heard slowly walking down that darkened hallway.

But the minute you stepped past that doorway you knew your purpose here. She set aside her glass with its crimson drink before turning to face you. With practiced rhythm your feet fell along the floor. Arriving in front of her like the well mannered servant she molded you to be.

Your feet carried yourself toward her chair. Vacant thoughts swirling in your head as it bowed slightly in her regal presence. You couldn't recall the journey here, as if a separate part of your mind had tugged your body along like it was a doll.

Her jaw extending as the light finally was snuffed. Leaving your fate only known to her.

manipulated your bonds with ease. A velvety monstrous voice slowly chittered out. "Hello little plaything~" Those were the last words you hear as her hands grip your body. One holding your neck to the side as she leaned over the side of your shoulder.-

wore yourself out. Finally, footsteps approached from the dark. Eight beady red eyes stared down at you, her chelicerates almost forming a smile. She was... oddly humanoid. The dark carapace glinting from the light of your torch. She leaned down, hundreds of silk strands drawn in her hands as she-

as the strands coil around your body. With a snap of a wrist in darkness, you feel the stranded bindings grow tight. Fastening your body still as you squirm and writhe. Accompanied solely by darkness as you struggle pitifully. Minutes passed, feeling as if they stretched into hours while you slowly-

The silken threads lay strewn across the floor as you entered the cave. The locals had a spider problem, you needed a bit of gold so you quickly accepted. What you didn't expect was the threads you thought previously discarded to shift. Desperately you begin to draw your sword and drop your torch-

-mind as commands ring out like divine prophecies. They worked in tandem, guiding you like a puppet on strings again and again. Never leaving your side not for a singular moment. After all it was her job to keep an eye on you. And unfortunately for you, unlike other handlers.

She never sleeps

You were unstoppable. You were a force that no man, woman, or pilot could dream of standing to match while you were in that mech. Yet amidst it all there lay a single being that could halt you with a single word. Her voice floating through your thoughts. Invading the network of your-