Jul 15, 2025
Big hungry hands grip at your clothes, pulling you closer. A thud is the only warning you have as the monster before you falls to their knees, gripping the sides of your shirt so tightly you're sure their claws will tear straight through the fabric.
"Please. Stay." The words are soft, softer than you've ever heard from them before almost weak as they hide their face in the plushness of your stomach.
"Stay with me, I'll be good. I swear it. I will be good. Just stay. Please." They whisper as if sending prayers into your skin. For a moment you're frozen, hands hovering in the air, but only for a moment before they fall to rest in the monsters hair intertwining with the dark locks. Unsure if you're about to pull them away or even closer.