#monster lover

[specshroom]

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.

[fvcking-fae]

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.”

[mikrotyalm13]

Can I give Gavriil a small scratch behind his ear/wing thing? Or pet him? Or just hold his face :]

ooh! better be careful with his wings. sensitive spots and all that... :3

[monstersighing]

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.

+++

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.

+++

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.

+++

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.

+++

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.

+++

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.

[deunmiu-dessie]

a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.

you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.

you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.

this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.

what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.

breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.

but that day you saw it.

as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.

that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.

the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?

grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.

it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.

the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.

however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.

and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.

the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.

however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.

your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.

its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to let the demon come to you. Like to enlarge their power.

[monstrousdesirestudy]

What would you say are some of the most popular kinks in the monster fucker community? We got breeding ofc, vore, but for whatever reason all the other kinks have flown from my brain. BDSM I suppose! Help me jog my memory of some of the kinks you’ve seen/or into in the monster fucking community gang

Edit: CNC, rape-play, degradation, immobilization (due to bondage or other factors), stretching, size gap, masochism, sadism, that kink where people are chased like prey (goddamnit what’s it called I can’t remember its name grrr)

[nunaxnana]

Doodle MC x Michael

[ameliathornromance]

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.”

[monstermag]

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[monstersmashorpass]

SMASH OR PASS: N, Mandela Catalogue

[otherworldly-tresses]

Dragon fucking you and no longer caring about hurting you, only caring about how hard they can fuck you until you stop moving

[mikrotyalm13]

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.

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

[ekdarnellbooks]

midnight embrace

They were young lovers once.

He met her at a tavern, her laugh lighting up the room. She smiled at him from across the bar and it stirred something in his cold, dead heart.

He went back nightly, hoping to see her again, and there she was, laughing and celebrating with her friends. Her glossy black hair hung loose down her back, sage eyes flickering to him, catching his stare.

When he didn’t look away, she bit her lip into a smirk. Those beautiful lips, so tender and full, perfectly pink to match her rosy cheeks. She had the essence of life, the embodiment of joy and wonder.

Another night, and he was back at the tavern. And there she was, waiting for him.

“What is your name?” she asked, sidling up to his lonesome table.

“Renatus,” he said, his ruby eyes piercing her.

“Vita,” she said with an offered hand, and he took it. If she noticed his icy touch, she didn’t show it, though she blushed as he planted a soft kiss atop her palm.

Her scent was excruciating, sweet and coppery, her blood pumping through the thin veins of her wrist.

Vita.

Life.

He conversed with her all night, answering her questions and listening to her silky voice.

He led her to the alleyway as dawn approached. Not enough time. There would never be enough time.

He cupped her cheek, that soft, rosy skin, icy fingers brushing against her neck.

When she didn’t turn away, he kissed her. Her beautiful lips, full of life, full of warmth, everything he wanted and yearned for.

Sweet Vita.

Lovely Vita.

She whimpered into the kiss as he pressed his body flush with hers, her back against the stone wall.

It would never be enough.

As blue light filtered over the horizon, he left her. He could not be here when she saw the sun.

*

Lovely Vita.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. But he did it anyway.

The next time he saw her, he invited her to his home. The glint in her eye was knowing, but did not know all.

Sweet Vita. Innocent Vita.

She accepted.

Night was falling as she arrived, eyes wide at the palace before her. She had not known. Not known who he was, all that he was.

But she would learn.

They dined at the table, set with fine porcelain and crystal. They sipped wine, her cheeks with a rosy flush, her eyes hooded as she bit her lip.

He knew what she wanted. She did not know what he wanted.

He took her hand, escorted her down the long hallways.

He opened the door and pulled her inside with a kiss.

Lovely Vita.

The way her mouth parted as she whimpered, letting him in.

“Renatus,” she breathed, as his tongue ran across that lovely little neck, her tantalizing veins teasing him.

He undressed her, then himself, and laid her on the bed like a gift. A gift he could not wait to open.

“Renatus,” she breathed, as his tongue ran across her already-wet entrance, slick with need.

It was too much; it was not enough. It would never be enough.

She writhed against him, his tongue dancing across her in sensuous swirls.

He could hear her blood, hear it pounding in his ears as her thighs wrapped around his head, pulling him closer.

Beautiful Vita.

Full of life.

She gasped when he entered her, then moaned as all her limbs enveloped him.

“Renatus,” she breathed once more, her whisper prickling his skin.

“Vita,” he purred as he eyed the pulse on her neck. She was beautiful, all sage green eyes and rosy cheeks. That sweet smile.

He ran a hand through her raven hair, cupping her head as he gazed into those beautiful eyes. So sweet, so innocent, her chest heaving in time with his thrusts.

Before he could stop himself, he sank his fangs into that beautiful neck, that slender neck, so pale and smooth.

She screamed, a shrilling sound so loud it hurt his ears, but still he drank. He fucked.

He was a monster, and he always would be.

She pushed him, hit him, scratched him, but soon she grew weak.

It wasn’t enough.

He continued to drink. He continued to fuck. Long past the moment she stilled, her breath gone, her eyes closed.

He spilled his seed in her, life and death intertwined as one.

Lovely Vita.

He tore into the flesh at his wrist, red droplets dripping across satin sheets.

He brought the wound to her mouth, pressing her dead lips to his skin, making her drink.

She opened her eyes, as wide as saucers, still-stiff muscles clenched with fear.

“Why?” she asked.

“I need you,” he replied, petting her pretty hair.

He pulled her into his arms as tears rolled down her cheeks.

With time, she wrapped her arms around him, accepting his embrace, his icy touch.

With time, she would learn. She would understand. He needed her. She needed him. This is how it had to be.

Beautiful Vita.

Life, no more.

But his, forever.

[rs-hawk]

Your Siren Boyfriend eventually tricking you into the water after weeks of just chatting to you on the docks. He never sings or tries to convince you to come in. He sits in the water, his arms propping him up on the low dock so you two can talk. His eyes dark as a trench, and you can’t help but worry about all the light on the surface hurting him. Even at night, it’s still brighter than where he’s from.

The night you bring him sunglasses is when he knows you’re going to be his mate. He feigns confusion and asks how to put them on. You giggle and lean forward, setting them on his face. He takes that moment to grab your wrists, yanking you into the salt water. You barely manage to catch a breath before hitting the water, not that it matters because as soon as he kisses you, you suddenly can breathe.

You want to be angry at him, but he looks so happy. He starts clicking and chirping, something he hasn’t done in a few weeks since he realized you can’t understand him. It must be like when you gets excited and revert to your mother tongue.

His shark teeth gently nip at you neck as he tugs at your clothes, encouraging you to slip out of your swimsuit. You know that you shouldn’t. This isn’t right. But you can’t help yourself. The feeling of your Siren slipping inside of you makes you whimper. He pushes you against the shifting sand of the ocean floor, slamming into you roughly. You can’t help the moans and sounds that escape your mouth. Thank God you can breathe under water now because there’s no way you could have contained yourself.

When he’s done, he eases back, burying his face between your trembling legs. His fat tongue encourages you to finish, and you do rather quickly. Once he’s satisfied, his kisses make their way back up to your lips.

“You’ll stay with me, won’t you?”

[cosmicstarlatte]

Me: yeah we're tying the knot next week

Werewolf fiance who's never heard that phrase: we're going to what