*chanting* BOYS NIGHT!! BOYS NIGHT!!!
got the idea from this tweet.
i'll include the uncropped version under a read more. i spent way too much time on wallace's fluffy robe to not include it lol
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teacup collection 🍵🍊🌻 | prints & things here
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they would lose on night 1 lets be real
Og screenshot under the cut:3
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"look at this mess. you have all the subtlety of a rock to the face."
finally got around to reading @comicaurora and i am Not Immune to hubristic nerds with dark hair (and darker secrets)
pose/dialogue reference below (spoilers for chapter 21)
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everything about Gavriil feels suffocating.
how his presence alone can be almost overwhelming, how his massive body cages you everytime without a chance to escape. you wouldn't dare to try anyway, knowing that you don't even have a say against a creature of his caliber. he will find you. in your dreams, in your nightmares. in your room.
how he will be intense and vague about everything just for the sake of it; to confuse you further, to see the conflict of emotions in your eyes merge with arousal. eventually your hesitance turns into acceptance, a desperate need to feel his hands all over you. and he will be oh so grateful to fulfill that desire.
how his thick tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, reaching almost the back of your throat, relishing in the muffled little sounds you make. your drool mixed with his saliva drips down your chin, and your hazy eyes look up at him when he finally pulls away, giving you a second to breathe.
how his hips are slamming into you relentlessly, your wetness and lack of resistance allowing him to move almost effortlessly. forced to hold onto him for dear life instead of pushing away. all of your morals and principles are being tossed out of the window every single time he comes to you. he has you where he wants you, and will not stop until he feels like you can't take it anymore.
and how in the morning he vanishes away, leaving you guessing: was it just another wet dream? but the cold stickiness between your legs tells you more than you need to know.
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