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Some boys just need to be bathed tenderly in a pool with flower petals by a host of handsome attendants, massaged with perfumes and fragrant oils until they’re limp with pleasure, given banquets of rare delights, etc.

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nothing will make you think "i have got to get weirder" more than finally feeling comfortable enough around other people to admit to interests of yours that you think make you a freak and a weirdo only to realize with a combination of embarrassment and relief that you're like a normie to them

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well yeah i have a pet hydra and it only has one head. i'm not going to cut its head off just to make it look cooler, you asshole. that's seriously unethical. and i'm not letting you cut its head off either. if you really want a hydra with multiple heads, you should go for a rescue- but if you want your pet to look cooler at the cost of its physical health, maybe you shouldn't get any kind of pet at all. no, the hydra's not for guarding my evil tower, it's my pet. have you ever heard of a pet? like a puppy or a kitty? you think i can't defend my evil tower by my self?

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“””forcing””” grimbly to hold onto my sensitive tits while i’m on my period as we cuddle on the couch bc i do not want to put on a bra

[God same.]

He knows you're on your period without having to say a word. It's the stare, the wide-eyed, hungry gaze when he's in the same room.

Grimbly is smart enough to not make stupid requests when he realizes the shit mood you're in though, merely hovering around and all too happy to get you comfort meals in exchange for petting and praise.

Of course he's delighted to sit on your lap and bear the cumbersome weight of your boobs- Leave it to him, he will shoulder this task, anything for you Mommy! He's definitely not resisting the urge to squeeze because you said they were sensitive.

If the blood in you wasn't making Grimbly half crazy with hunger, he would call this night utterly perfect.

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*points to vesper*

I want to suck on your tits.

The Icon frowns, gesturing to his exposed chest as if thoroughly offended that you have yet to throw yourself at him.

He might just be the one royal who demands touch, instead of forbidding it.

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“I once saw ___ kill three men in a bar with a Labubu. A. Fucking. 𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗨𝗕𝗨.”

Breg sighs, bored and irritated that he's been brought to this dump as opposed to staying the night with his angel, which he was very much looking forward to.

" Breg, ye need to think twice 'bout that woman. " Fasma begins after chugging an ambiguous shot.

The breeder doesn't reply, face wrinkling at the overpowering scent of alcohol and cigarettes. There's a drink on his side of the counter, but the monster has actively pushed it aside.

" I'm being very serious, ye oaf. Her name gets around, I did some diggin' and- Are ye listening?!?! "

No. No, he wasn't. The dents in the wall looked funny.

" Uh- Sure. "

" Breg, I think she's the same woman I saw kill three men with one o' those ladudus. A fuckin' lagugu, Breg! "

The breeder scratches the back of his head. " What's a lapupu? "

Fasma knocks his glass over trying to gesture. " 'S one o' them purse dolls. They're all furry and ugly as fuck. Every chick has one of these shitty little things dangling off their bags. "

Breg attempts to recline and get comfortable in a chair that was clearly built for someone much smaller. " Sounds French. That's the language with all the 'la's and 'le's, right? "

" Not the point, egghead, she's dangerous! That woman is cr- "

A pale hand raises. " Fasma, she's just a human. She would never. "

The ecto monster grips Breg's arm, shaking it harshly.

" She's gonna crack yer fucking neck while ye sleep! "

" No, angel loves me. "

Fasma releases a long suffering sigh and fetches a cigarette from... His own body.

" I wonder where she'll bury you, at this point. "

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*stepping out of a dressing room*

“Hey, Velamor, love, how does this look on me?”

“N-no, I appreciate that you think my body is perfect, I-“

“My love, that’s so sweet of you to say, but-“

“Yes, you think anything looks good on me-“

“Darling-“

“My… body is the most fitting temple to celebrate love? …okay, I’ll take that, I just-“

“I WANT TO KNOW IF THESE SWEATPANTS MAKE MY ASS LOOK FAT!”

“…no, in the bad way, like-“

“Oh, nevermind.”

[HERNKKK- This is the funniest shit.]

Taking an angel to a shopping mall is a surreal experience, honestly.

One would think they'd be horrified of such rampant consumerism and predatory marketing- Maybe even just the needless opulence of it all... But Velamor only seems preoccupied in making sure it's a good time. After all, when you called it a 'date', the seraph picked up a whole new enthusiasm about it.

Most of your time thus far has been spent window shopping, and answering Vel's questions regarding what happens in the 'shopping mall love rituals'.

They're not so subtly desperate to make sure they perform adequately, which you can appreciate. If nothing else, you enjoyed the overpriced smoothie you shared.

Really, putting aside the staring from random perplexed strangers, this has been a moderately pleasant day. A nice reprieve from all the madness thus far.

Going to a clothes store does prove itself to be frustrating, however.

Velamor expresses zero interest in trying on anything. You can kind of understand them, this particular brand is more tailored to the proportions and standard anatomy of humans, but it's still vaguely humorous to lift a shirt at him and watch Vel grimace for a fraction of a second.

You find a nice pair of pants on a new isle.

It's exactly your size and the style that usually fits your shape the best. It can't hurt to try these, you think.

Vel excitedly follows you to the fitting rooms, eyed skeptically by an employee.

There's a frown on his face when he's told he can't just walk past the curtains to join you, but any argument about the sanctity of your union is halted by your harsh murmuring.

" Just peek your head in! And be quiet... "

They did as told, causing a very weird sight for the people that passed by.

Vel does not stare at you when your bottoms are off, but they certainly don't shy from the reflection in the mirror, smaller eyes squinting with focus.

Asking for his opinion is about the most irritating thing you could have started.

" My heart, you bring out the best in every cloth- "

" No- Vel, I need an honest opinion, does it suit my body? Like- Does it flatter me? "

You pose for the seraph, who looks increasingly more stressed when he's unable to guess the response you want.

" I believe your body is most flattering in its natural state, beloved. "

" Well, I can't go around naked, Vel! "

" N-No no, I would never ask you to forsake modesty! What I meant- "

" Does this make my ass look fat? "

The question must be so out of left field for the angel that he's quiet for several seconds. You can almost hear the gears turning in that head, spinning overtime.

" If, uhm... " He swallows. " If you must use such language, I see- I believe your behind does... Stand out, in such apparel. "

They continue to stuff the entirety of their foot in their mouth, face colored and voice growing quieter when you don't look impressed.

" Like, in a bad way then? "

The seraph's hands scratch his face in anxiety.

" ... In a bad way? " The poor thing looks so out of their depth.

" Yeah, in a ridiculous way, does it make- "

" Oh! As in, tempting? A tempting outfit... " He guesses, nodding to himself as if that's the key to this conversation.

" Heart, this is the way your temple looks in clothing. If anyone objectifies you, it is not your fault. "

A tired sigh rings. " Nevermind... "

Someone taps Vel's shoulder from behind the curtains, you squint as he turns to hear them, faint murmuring follows.

When the seraph pokes their head back into the little gap, his lips tremble.

" D- Damn baby, those p-pants got me uh- Bricked up!... What is that? What does that mean? Hey, where are you going? "

You collapse into the fitting room carpet, wheezing until your vision gets blurry.

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Pinnie I had anothed dream but it was a bad one and it was with one my favs here Hudd.

He was my professor and I was taking a very stressful exam. When he handed me back my test I got a 3%. I was crying and blubbering and asking him why I got such a low test score and what I can do to make up for it. He looked me dead in the eyes and said “you're not smart enough to understand.” The BITCH!!!

Damn, you're just gonna let him get away with that? 🥲

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*holds up a photo of santi* this is my boyfriend, scrotum

" Hm, is something on my face love? "

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When you decide to give VtM a chance and make a nossie, but instead of him actually being anyone vaguely relevant he's just the local cat lady.

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Possessing Vesper’s body and putting on clothes

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Nebul’s pearl who’s allergic to Purpur but loves him and will do everything in their power to pet him, especially while Nebul isn’t looking

[Rsnrke sorry man, I'm allergic to your noodle ball pet.]

It's such a heartbreaking discovery. You love Purpur so much! And he's so happy to play with you, the poor thing.

Being told he can't wrap around you or help you out with most things because he hurts your health has the poor thing sulking intensely. He actually puddles on the ground, deflating like a popped balloon with the saddest eye you've ever seen.

Nebul is studying this with Patches' help, because quite frankly he was unaware anyone could be allergic to something like Purpur. Surely, the standard antihistamines will help? The wraith is waiting for a conclusive report.

Purpur is still an animal, at the end of the day. He's excitable and forgets the effect he has on you, so the noodle ball will bounce his way to you when you call him- Nebul comes back to you wheezing and sniffling. He figures the first anaphylaxis instance will be enough punishment for you to reconsider his warnings.

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Watch me mess with Valamor whenever he sings by beating his chest, make moaning noises and try to touch his sensitive parts of his wings.

Beating their chest will get Velamor genuinely upset, but moaning out loud and molesting their wings will fluster the angel into a shit note in a more satisfying way, definitely.

He tells you not to, to cease, to keep your hands chaste and polite- But there's no authority to his tone, no distaste. Just that quiet desire to see what else you might do.

You can... You can touch Vel's form while he sings. He is your mate, after all, the two of you are one. Vel wouldn't stop you if your hands decided to roam around their form, and perhaps even reach parts of them the angel would consider immodest.

It's certainly a challenge to keep his notes consistent with your hand around him, but Vel tries anyway, until the lyrics are just garbles for mercy.

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(please disregard if you've seen this already, i found this in my notes and bc of my peanut brain i cant remember if i sent this or not 😣)

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i give one imp servant a smooch, and then i give another one a smooch, and then another one a smooch and then-

i have so much love for all of the imp servants RAAAAA actually all of your OCs in general but especially the imp servants.

(Idk how to send asks so i hope im doing this right) may i ask how (seperately) the imp servants would react to their obsession peppering smooches all over their face and slowly going lower and lower before the obsession is smooching riiiiight over whatever they got in their pants 🙏🙏🙏

please let their cute little obsession offer them some stress relief, their jobs must be so stressful 💕💕💕

[You're doing it just fine, don't worry!]

Do you want her to beg? Because Nena will, but she's also just as likely to drag you where she wants you by the hair- Depends on how long you tease her. The succubus imp is a sucker for little pecks and smooches, so she could honestly sit all day while you pepper her in kisses. She has the gall to cover her face bashfully, as if she didn't just shove you nose first against her cunt.

You might have to unzip Roch's suit for this to work, and it's a pleasure to kiss his smooth skin, he's always warm because of the padding. The imp is ticklish and prone to giggling, but might also pop a liiiittle chubby from the attention. Roch doesn't beg you to continue, but his face is all the tell. He hopes you do whatever you want to him.

Flints freezes up. He continues to stay frozen for a good portion of this, and while his face is gradually getting darker, he doesn't stop you. But hey. If you started something, finish it. You're going to be hounded if you don't. He's surprisingly good at staying silent throughout it, but the poker face goes out the window the moment you do something that actually pleasures him.

Jayde babbles. It's mostly nonsense and flattered humming. He pictured himself doing this to you, but he can't lie and say he doesn't like to be appreciated from time to time. Although Jayde doesn't beg you to kiss him where he wants immediately, he will eventually. First he just whines a little, and tries to convince you that you're the desperate one.

Rieba stammers and stutters out of control, and though you're told to stop, she immediately whines when you do. Just one okay? Be fast. Be fast and be quiet, she'll be quiet, do this for her. This is a lie, she will keep talking the whole time from nerves. Though Rieba might beg very quietly, if you force her to repeat herself she will bite you and leave.

Lacai can play that game, giving as good as he gets. If he begs you to keep kissing him, he does so to fluster you. He'll be loud, specifically to get you two caught. The impcubus will get used to this type of escapade and become upset when you don't start it more often- Becoming the active party instead.

Eleri feigns the utmost offense at your antics, but they're grinning and all too happy to have such scandalous attention on them. Keep going- You sad little thing, can't keep your hands off them for a second, how sad. You are degraded if you don't give them the type of kiss the imp wants. They're at least good at picking proper places to do this in, the royal mansion of Gluttony is very busy all the time.

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You are a human in world were all of the cryptic creatures you’ve ever known are real, every year there is a reunion where all of the local cryptics reunite and have a chance to talk with the humans.

This year for some reason you received an invitation to be the host of the ceremony, however, this is a position that only cryptids can have. Your neighbors all have the same invitations, that’s were you notice, you are the only human in a neighborhood of shape-shifters.

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“Would you die for me?”

“Again?”

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You live with a Vampire. Every Saturday, you give them a cup of your blood, and they cook you a nice meal.