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Amaymon looked up from where she stirred a hearty smelling stew, blinking as she heard a noise. He fretted in his sleep, the wolf. She was so unaccustomed to having people over that his noises almost startled her.
When he woke, she stood, crossing wooden floors on bare feet to
Fortune the Butler@YourTeaIsServed
After falling unconscious, Fortune remained still as his wounds were being treated, having run into exotic smugglers whilst out in his wolf form, being beaten and battered before making his escape. After who knows how long, the butler finally started to become restless, now +
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Amaymon stood over the wolf with a shake of her head before stooping down, hands gently slipping under him to lift. She carried him to her home, to safety, where she cared for him, cleaned him, and prepared food for him when he woke. She would later scold him for recklessness.
Fortune the Butler@YourTeaIsServed
Injured, weak, barely able to remain conscious as the heavy rain pelted his body, blood staining his blue fur. Hearing footsteps approaching, hoping that it was the (Reader) who found him, as everything faded to black, falling unconscious.
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ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ. . .”
Amaymon would happily go anywhere with him. To the human world where they could live in the mountains, or deep in the forest. She would even live in the city if he wanted, though she very much doubted that. Or, she could kill those who oppressed him,
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For a moment, Amaymon was silent. Baskerville had never told her no, nor had he ever used that tone with her. Her brow furrowed, but she found she wasn't angry in the slightest. Instead she was concerned if anything. Had it been anyone else, they would already be missing their
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There was nothing Baskerville could do to make Amaymon change her mind. Bask could rip her throat out with his very teeth and she would have assumed he had a good reason. In her eyes, he could do no wrong. She answered him with another soft hum as she pressed her face into the
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"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫?"
ꀘ꒤ꇙꁝ꒐ꏂ꒒, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
⛓️ NSFW RP.
⛓️🔞MDNI.
⛓️Adult/Dark Themes.
⛓️♡+⟲ ~?
⛓️#AngelVerse
"𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
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#ＬＩＬＩＴＨＣＯＲＥ
#seductivesunday
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❝ You may continue to stare, ❞ she purrs, stirring you from your hypnotized gawking. ❝ Anything more and you can consider your mind, body, and soul forfeit. ❞
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#𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄
#ocrp | #mvrp | #lewdrp
#seductivesunday
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Perhaps you thought he'd have mercy on you because you are also hellspawn? Fool. Nothing escapes the hunger of Death's Omen.
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Amaymon giggled, a low husky sound. She was used to his grumpy demeanor, used to his grumbles and growls. Any yet he always indulged her. She was happy by his little admission, and used the opportunity to meet his gaze. Though he didn’t keep contact, she knew. Amaymon dangled
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Baskerville grumbled and growled low in his chest. He was not accustomed to being flirted with, especially not in the direct way that Amaymon did it. All he knew to do in response was turn his head and look mildly annoyed. Still, he didn't stop her from nuzzling into his
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