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specshroom · 2 days
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Mage reader is definitely the type to purposefully jump into siren infested waters lmao.
Like imagine you overhear some sailors talking about how they have to sail past siren territory and your ears perk up. You beg the sailors to let you join, under the pretence that you're a studious mage who's "researching sirens" and "studying their magic". 
The sailors believe you and bring you along the trip to the rough waters of the siren's territory. They've all plugged and covered their ears as usual, except for you, you're too busy leaning over the ships edge to get a peak at any sirens below. And wouldn't you know, the second you hear the siren's song you're gone. Lost in a trance, blank expression unable to hear the sailors yelling at you as you stand up on the ships edge and jump right into the sea.
The cold waters shock you out of your trance as you take in the quiet surroundings, salt water burning your eyes. You try and swim to the surface but feel a strong tug on your leg. Squinting down into the deep darkness you finally see the creature you were looking for. 
Dark black eyes stare up at you from below, it's powerful tail swaying behind it. The siren pulls you down, deeper into it's predatory hold with it's clawed hands. You stare at it in awe and the siren stares back, confused as to why you aren't struggling at all. 
You then feel a pinch in your lungs as you run out of air. You promptly take both hands and firmly grasp the sirens cold cheeks before pulling the creature into a deep kiss. 
The siren freezes in absolute shock as you kiss them deeply. The kiss breaths magic into your lungs, giving you temporary air. You release the sea creature from the kiss and take a hesitant breath.
"That actually worked?!?!"
Your excited yell comes out as just bubbles in the water as the siren continues to stare, dumbfounded. Your hands move from their cheeks to the sirens agape mouth, excitedly exclaiming how sharp their teeth are while touching the pointed tips with your fingers. 
You're very touchy, the siren learns as they let you marvel at their body. Running your fingers down the sirens arm, comparing your hands, intertwining your fingers. The siren is at a complete loss of how to deal with this but before you can touch anything too important you feel that pinch in your lungs again. 
You look up at the beast and tap your lips. The siren finally huffs at you in disbelief and you take that as a yes and pull them in for another deep kiss. You kiss for much longer than is necessary and you even try to sneak your tongue into the kiss which earns you a little nip from the siren. 
The creature grins at you, pulls your body against theirs and comes to the conclusion not to eat you
You bring your arms around the shoulders of their much bigger frame as they hold you close to swim deeper into the cold depths. 
They have to show the rest of the pod this very strange human they caught.
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A Monster Fucker's Guide to Vampires
Level 1
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Other than the fangs and pale skin, they could be easily mistaken for human. A safe, respectable, acceptable choice.
Level 2
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Now these guys really get into the vampire aesthetic. Victorian/Edwardian era clothing, goblets of blood, sleeping in coffins, etc...
Level 3
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A little more inhuman, a little cooler looking, a little less conventionally desirable.
Level 4
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This is where true monster fuckers begin to become interested, and my personal favs. Also very furry friendly.
Level 5
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A departure from classic vampire lore and myth, weird, scary, questionable fuckability depending on how brave you are.
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Thinking about members of completely differing species still preparing food for each other. It's literally such a goldmine with sci-fi and alien romances.
Like... I looked up the popular cuisine from your home. I found most of the needed ingredients, plus a few substitutes that I triple-checked were non-toxic for you. I converted measurements. I definitely stained the entire kitchen because i had no idea this was the kind of thing that stained. I watched and rewatched tutorials made for someone with different hands, and I somehow made it work. I love you.
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fvcking-fae · 17 hours
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You’re tied to a bench and gagged and being slowly fucked by a sex machine as several tall alien creatures surround you to watch. Then one of them turns the knob on the machine to make it go a little faster, making you moan and wiggle.
“As you can see, this particular human quite enjoys our machine. One similar to a machine on earth except I’ve brandished it with genitalia more shaped like ours. I’ve tested a few different shapes but this human seems to prefer ours.”
“You abducted it, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Have you administered the aphrodisiac? It seems… panicked?”
“I haven’t yet. I was observing its raw reactions to our particular genital shape. But we can administer some now. If you would just remove its gag.”
A large hand reached around your head and unbuckled the strap, lifting the gag from your face. You moaned and begged.
“P-please… no more… I c-can’t take anymore.” You begged as the machine continued to pump into your abused hole.
“Is it okay?” You heard one ask.
“Yes. It’s just been having orgasms for a few hours. It’s very sensitive is all. But after the aphrodisiac is administered it should calm down a bit more.“
The tall creature brought a tentacle shaped tube to your mouth and slipped it slowly down the back of your throat. You gagged a little then tasted a sugary liquid and couldn’t stop yourself from swallowing a couple mouthful, and then the tube was taken away.
“It shouldn’t take long before we see the effects. It will start to struggle a bit more but that’s just because it’s getting eager to climax.”
“It doesn’t need a break?”
“It does occasionally. But with this one I’m testing its boundaries.”
After a few more seconds you started panting and pulling at your restraints.
“It’s turning a bit red. I heard that means they’re sick.”
“That’s the aphrodisiac. It’s getting flustered. If you look at its vital signs you’ll see its heart rate is increasing and its arousal at the same rate. Here.” The creature handed another alien dildo to their friend. “Touch the tip of this to its lips.”
As the dildo reached your lips your touch acted on its own and poked out of your mouth to lick the toy. Your mouth opened wider and you saw the one holding it look up to the experimenter for permission and they nodded. The toy was slowly pushed into your mouth and you eagerly sucked it down until you couldn’t anymore.
The experimenter turned the machine knob and watched as it fucked into you faster and your body writhed and arched and you moaned around the toy. Your moans got louder and longer and you felt another orgasm approaching. You noticed an “X-ray” cross section of your hole on a screen and saw it tightening.
“Interesting…”
“Isn’t it?”
“Is it going to climax soon? I’ve never seen a human orgasm.”
“It should in a few seconds.”
And they were right. You soon came and couldn’t help how your body jerked and twitched. The moans from your mouth were muffled by the alien toy. It was removed slowly, your saliva dripping from it.
“… m-more. Please…”
“Fascinating how easily the aphrodisiac can change its mind. Will you keep this one? It’s not as frightened or hostile as some other humans we’ve abducted.”
“I might have to. It’s a wonderful test subject.”
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mikrotyalm13 · 2 days
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Can I give Gavriil a small scratch behind his ear/wing thing? Or pet him? Or just hold his face :]
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ooh! better be careful with his wings. sensitive spots and all that... :3
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Tags: NSFW, alien x reader, alien boyfriends, fem reader, established relationship, double penetration, ovulation, laying eggs, mentions of labor and delivery
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Imagine having two alien boyfriends who can’t resist you. They love ravishing your holes every chance they get. Thankfully, you have two of them so they don’t have to fight over one, although you wouldn’t be entirely opposed to that.
They always open you up so carefully so they don’t hurt you, their long, nimble fingers exploring your insides as easily and with as much curiosity as they explore the farthest reaches of the galaxy.
One of them sits down on the comfy couch in your quarters, his aching cock emerging from his genital slit with an obscenely wet sound, glistening with mucus. It makes it so easy for you to slide down onto him. You approach him, your hole having been thoroughly stretched out on the bed, turn with your back to him, and sit on his cock, gasping at how far this position forces him inside you. How far your tight little hole stretches around him.
You sit there for a moment while your body adjusts, luxuriating in feeling him so deep inside your guts. He runs his soft yet textured hands all over your back and hips. Worshiping you.
Your other alien boyfriend watches from the foot of the bed, playing with his own genital slit to coax his cock out. It doesn’t take much, as desperate as he is for you. He crosses the room in two long, smooth strides and pushes your legs apart, kneeling on the floor between them. No matter how many times they’ve seen you naked, they always marvel over your anatomy. Your delicate, pink folds; your sensitive clit, your two holes that they think are absolutely beautiful, the way you get so wet for them at the slightest touch.
He doesn’t push inside you right way, but instead circles your clit with his fingers, the texture of them sending shivers through your body. It makes you clench around the cock in your ass. The one whose lap you’re sitting in nuzzles into the side of your neck and holds your legs apart while the other one continues exploring you.
He slips two fingers inside you, tracing the outline of the other’s cock through your wall. That right there almost makes you come. You love the way they coo over you, their sweet little human, always making sure you feel good, making sure each of your holes receives the amount of attention it deserves.
You’re right on the cusp of begging for it when the one kneeling between your legs finally pushes inside you. A cry rips its way out of you as you’re filled to the brim with dripping wet alien cock. They immediately start fucking you, one of them pulling back while the other surges forward in perfectly coordinated movements. You’re so glad the walls of the ship are soundproof, otherwise every single one of your crewmates would be able to hear you screaming, crying, begging them to fuck you harder.
It doesn’t take long before you’re trembling between them, completely at their mercy, but knowing that you’re completely safe with them. They would never dream of harming their precious human.
You come long and hard, arching your back and clenching so hard around their cocks, you think you might pass out. Maybe you did pass out there for just a moment because the next thing you know, the one in front of you is stroking your face while the other one draws soothing circles on the backs of your thighs with his fingertips. You become dimly aware of something latching on inside you, your cervix being dilated, and a moment later, he begins depositing eggs inside your womb. He is ovulating, so he gets to fuck your pussy. Those are the rules.
You sigh and relax and let them take care of you. They let you know what a good job you’re doing receiving his eggs, what a good vessel you will be for them. You preen under the attention. You’ve done this enough times that it doesn’t even hurt anymore as egg after egg pops inside you. By the time he is finished, your belly curves outward slightly. He’s laid a big clutch inside you this time. He kisses you on the forehead as he seals up your cervix so none of his eggs escape.
Laying eggs always takes a lot out of him, so he stretches out on the bed while the other one eases his cock out of your ass and carries you to the bathroom, where he draws you a nice, hot bath. He gently cleans between your legs with a washcloth; their mucus can really make a mess sometimes, but you stopped caring a long time ago.
You run your hand over your slightly protruding belly while he tends to you, thinking about the labor and delivery you will go through in a few months. The eggs have to be delivered under water; their shells will crack if they are exposed to air too suddenly. The medical wing has several tubs for this specific purpose, but if no complications arise, you plan on delivering them right here in your own quarters, where you’re the most comfortable, and your two alien boyfriends will be there for you every step of the way.
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monstersighing · 16 hours
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Frankenstein monster x Fem!reader
Uhhh, this is actually kinda sweet, but also horny.
NSFW, 18+, Minor Do Not Interact
Frankenstein's Monster/Creature x Fem Reader
Content: penetrative sex, masturbation.
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You find him in the forest. A man, but strange. He’s tall and broad. Covered with scars and stitches on the parts of him you can see under his dirty hooded cape. There are birds surrounding him that he is feeding with a piece of hardened bread, so he doesn’t notice you at first. When he does, he flinches and pulls his hood down.
He is huge and tall and hooded, but you are not afraid.
You coax him towards you with soft words. Promises of food and shelter. And he follows you home.
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He is gentle despite his size and hardly speaks.
When you ask his name, he doesn’t reply, so you call him Francis, after a statue of the saint you once saw with birds on his shoulders and little creatures at his feet.
Francis pulls pails of water from the well and chops firewood with an energy and strength that makes something turn over in your stomach. Sometimes, you see him looking at you from under his hood. His eyes are two different colours, and both are beautiful.
When you tell him that, Francis shakes his head, unbelieving, but you think you see a smile.
The next day, he leaves his hood down.
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One night, sat together in the glow of the fire, you ask Francis where he came from, where he was born.
“I was not born. My father, he made me. Out of many men.”
He looks at you then, as if waiting for your disgust and rejection.
“So, you are a miracle of science, then. How wonderful,” you reply.
The surprise on his face makes it light up. You think you would give him a thousand compliments if he would just look like that more often.
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It has been a long dirty day of planting in the fields, so you boil pans of water over the fire, empty them in the tub and sink into the water.
You can hear the rhythmic sound of wood being chopped. You think of Francis’s grating rusty voice, his muscular shoulders. You imagine what those shoulders would feel like under your hands. What your legs would feel like wrapped around his waist.
You are rubbing yourself dry when the door creaks. You turn automatically, and see Francis at the door, hand clenched on the handle.
You don’t cover yourself, just let him gaze at your nakedness.
You hear the crumple of metal as the door handle cracks in Francis’s hand and he bolts.
You dress quickly and run outside, wet hair running rivulets down the back of your neck.
You find Francis in the barn, on his knees. His eyes are closed, and he is biting down on one hand as he fucks his straining cock into the fist of the other. You watch: the heaviness of his cock, his clenched eyelids, the desperate twitches of his hips. He comes quickly, and cum spurts and dribbles over his hand. When he removes the other from his mouth, you see the marks of teeth there.
You must make a noise because Francis opens his eyes then and sees you.
His reaction is instantaneous, a pulling up of trousers as he leaps to his feet and pushes past you and out of the barn door.
You shout after him as he runs towards the forest, but he does not stop or turn to look at you.
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Francis does not come back that evening.
In the morning you go looking for him.
He’s in the clearing in the forest where you first saw him.
“Come home,” you say. “Come home with me.” You do not know how to tell him, and you do not know how to ask, so you rise on your toes, and pull him down by his cloak so you can kiss him.
Frencis’s kiss is uncertain, but when you coax your tongue into his mouth you can taste the berries that he must have eaten.
It starts to rain, and you grab his hand to run through the forest and across the fields back home.
Once inside your home, you notice that his cape has kept him dry, but your clothes are soaked. Your nipples are cold and hard.
You strip to nakedness under Francis’s gaze and place his mismatched hands - one broader, with callouses, the other with long fingers - on your breasts.  He kneads at them roughly, and you watch him spread his legs to accommodate his filling cock.
You splay your legs and show him how to finger your already leaking cunt. His eyes flick from your wetness to your face, his two different coloured eyes hungry.
“The bed,” you say.
He ignores you and pushes you down to the floor.
He’s still clothed and your legs are spread wide. He looks like he wants to devour you. He pushes his trousers down and pulls off his shirt with a rip of seams. There’s a neatly stitched incision on his chest, in the shape of a Y.
Then he lines up his cock with your cunt and pushes deep inside you with a grunt. You cry out at the feeling of fullness and he begins to thrust into you, each ferocious push feeling deeper than the last.
Your legs lock as far as you can over his back, holding him deep and your hands roam his skin, touching the rough stitches that joint his arms to his shoulders. Proof that this man was made of many men. Now just one, who wants you, desperately. Who is showing you with each jolting push of his cock inside you.
His thrusts ruck up the rug beneath you, and you brace your arms against the floor. The resistance pushes him deeper into you. He comes with a howl: satisfied, animalistic. You feel his come, warm and sticky, flood into you.
He rears back then, and with his cock still seated inside you, Francis presses a finger around the stretched rim of your cunt and then inside, crooking up, hard. The impossible stretch makes your walls flutter, your thighs clench and your back arch with your orgasm.
Francis watches as his cock softens, and then slips out of your cunt, come leaking from your entrance. You sigh at the absence until he splays over you, a heavy comforting weight, and you sleep.
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flowerbetweenfangs · 2 days
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Your vampire lover taking you out to the beach (at night of course). They know the water can hurt them, and the thought of the sun is terrifying to them, but they'll brave it for you, to watch your reflection in the sea as you dash down the damp sand, splashing in the tide.
They sit in their coffin, far away enough to be safe and observe.
But before too long, they flit to your side, running alongside you. Then, they take your hand and spin you around, lips to your exposed wrist and neck as they pull you into an embrace. And soon you're making love on the beaches, their impossibly long cloak and attire acting as a barrier between you and the sand. You, clothed in only moonbeams as you smile at them.
One you're finished, your fingers lace with theirs, they take in the moment, knowing it will one of many like the grains of sand at your feet. Happy memories that will one day fill the beaches and ocean.
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ameliathornromance · 2 days
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Hot summer evenings are your worst nightmare.
With the relentless heat, your hair suffered greatly. Having curls was one thing in the winter, it was easier to maintain then, it meant that there was no need to use as many potions you needed for hair care.
Sometimes, you just felt like you couldn’t be bothered with your hair. It was too much hassle, too much work. But your Orc Boyfriend adored them and that’s why you kept up the routine.
You didn’t do it just for him of course, you loved having shiny and healthy ringlets… but on hot summer evenings, the last thing you wanted to do was all the hair care that it took to keep them looking nice.
Orcs naturally have straight, jet black hair and although they do style it in braids and updo’s none of them ever have it curly, so it’s not like any of them have some fast track way to keeping their hair in check that you could use.
A part of you was jealous that all they had to do was lie down in a river, rinse their hair through once and leave it to air dry. Lucky bastards.
After coming back from a nearby spring, you sat on the floor and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your tired expression stared back, your damp hair dripping water onto the carpeted rug below you.
In front of you, on the little table you’d set up, were all the potions you used on your hair. One a bright aqua blue for locking in moisture and another, a soft lilac to help the curls keep their form.
You wanted to get started… really you did. But looking at the two bottles in front of you, you found that your arms would not move.
“Need a hand?”
Looking around, your saw your Orc sitting up from his place on the bed. You’d thought he was asleep.
“Oh, no hun you go back to sleep.” You told him.
“I don’t mind helping.” Throwing the covers off the bed, he came over and sat behind you. “I’ve seen you do this routine hundreds of times and you look exhausted.”
When you went to protest again, your Orc shushed you, “let me help, love.” He kissed your cheek and leaned over your shoulder to reach for the potion bottles.
Realising that there was no way to talk him out of this, you stayed quiet and watched as he took the towel you had slung over you shoulder and began to towel your hair dry.
It was a pleasant surprise to see him work so meticulously. To feel his hands comb through your hair with such care, gently separating it into sections and working on them one by one.
The stress and build up to actually doing your hair melted away as his hands massaged your scalp. You nearly fell asleep then and there.
“I didn’t think you ever paid much attention to me when I did my hair.” You admitted as he scrunched your hair in his fists.
Your Orc Boyfriend let out a chuckle, “how could I not? You look so gorgeous when you’re concentrating.”
Pursing your lips, you look away from him and look at your lap, hiding an abashed smile. Once he was finished, he got up and tossed a satin cloth to you. “For when you sleep.”
Catching it, you looked down at it, then back at your Orc, who smiled at you. “Yeah, I even pay attention to that.”
Your heart fluttered as he pulled you into bed alongside himself, and kissed your forehead.
“Thank you,” you whispered, snuggling into his body.
“Anytime my love.”
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whereserpentswalk · 16 hours
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Reblog to let the demon come to you. Like to enlarge their power.
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bhaalschosenbunny · 3 days
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Born to be a little human sitting on her huge monster boyfriend’s lap..
Forced to go work a 9-5 🥺
Id even take the 9-5 if it meant coming home to a large monstrosity of a lover 🙄🙄🙄
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monstersmashorpass · 3 days
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SMASH OR PASS: True form Sukuna Ryomen, Jujutsu Kaisen
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ekdarnellbooks · 3 days
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“What are you?” you ask, your voice shaking.
The monster sitting on your living room couch laughs, bearing its teeth in a too large grin.
“You’re asking the wrong question, my dear. It’s not what am I but what am I going to do to you.”
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monstermag · 11 hours
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We're One!!
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That's right Monster Lovers. It's been a whole year since we birthed this magazine.
Of course we're sharing this special occasion with you! By releasing the Spring Edition from its formatting dungeon just like we promised. Available to download now!
Our only wish this year is for you to get those download numbers up by liking and reposing Monster Magazine. Tell your irl friends about us. They probably like monster too, who doesn't?
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Keep your 3000 ocular appendages open for the opening of the summer submissions.
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Ok ok Hi, idk if this is a request but... I just wanted to talk about shy bird boys sorry.
So Avian type monster guy, who is REALLY trying to court you but he's already pretty shy so the fact that you don't exactly know about Avian courting stuff does NOT help him lol.
I absolutely loved your idea about the preening! He just digs himself a hole cus he gets so flustered but has to try and hide it or else you might figure out he's trying to court you and then he'll really get flustered 🤭🤭👀
Omg I love this idea!! It’s so cute!! Hopefully I did okay
Gender neutral reader
You’ve been working here for about 2 years now. This is a sanctuary for injured and wounded species to rehabilitate as well as teach the public about these magnificent forms of life! So far you have mainly been giving the reptiles exams and administering shots. Not every day has been amazing. But it’s worth it for what you get to do here!
Because of a recent discovery your job now has a new species for care for…an avian. You’ve heard of them yet never really met one. Little was known about them. Unless you were unlucky enough to get close to their nest. The first couple days the avian was agitated. Dangerous in fact. They were worried to even send you in with him. Yet apparently you had a way with him. I mean he still wasn’t the most receptive to shots but he didn’t bite, or claw, or attack you like he did the others.
After a while your days mostly consisted of going into his enclosure and cleaning up or being around him. You noticed there are some days where he lays on the ground and chirps until you come over and pick things out of his feathers. But, it must just be because he’s a neat freak. He’s always picking twigs and leaves off of your uniform. Not to mention how he makes sure his nest is always clean.
Side glances here and there are something regular from him. But what isn’t regular was when he pulled you to the side. Worried for him you followed as he walked to his nest and sat down. You looked for any signs of injury? Was he hurt? Sick? You must have worried him by how much you were thinking. Because next thing you knew you have been pulled onto his lap. He can’t really look you in the eye it seems. He just..holds you. His head hiding against your neck as you feel the rumble of a soft cooing noise coming from him.
As you lean into him all you can think about is how strange this all is. There’s got to be more to it. Right?
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mikrotyalm13 · 2 days
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Hi)) first i wanted to say that your handsome angedevil awakens in me a not-so-deeply hidden urge to paint hot eldritch babes, so maybe expect a gift someday idk👀
And the question is, how does gavriil responds to pet names? Gavryusha? Big boy? You kinky human-fucker?
HIIIIIII daaamn i always appreciate gifts!! 👁👁
i literally named him after a calf from prostokvashino PLSSS so gavryusha is like..... the basis of it all. gav нет блять мяу likes them pet namesss!! doesn't take them too seriously, always get a little playful if you throw one at him. he doesn't get them too often, so it's always nice.
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god it reall y takes me some time to answer these asks lmao im sorry but just know tht i see all of you. i love you. you are not in fact safe from me and i WILL get you
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