monstersandmaw:

For the spectacularly talented @aliatori​ *waves shyly in FFXV*

I was left to my own devices with the monster here, so I went for a big Fallout deathclaw who likes to tinker with things in the workshop/cave behind the reader’s cabin… Nsfw under the cut. 

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As always, the first thing you noticed about her was that
she was huge. Her reptilian skin gleamed despite the dull, dusty light of the
deserted town, and as the dead blades of grass crackled and crunched beneath
her deliberately slow footfalls, you knew you were in trouble.

“You’ve been away far too long, sweetheart,” she growled,
lowering her heavy head and extending her muscular arm towards your chin. At
the lightest touch of her monstrous claws, you tilted your head upwards and
smiled.

“Sorry, darling,” you said, shrugging the enormous survival
pack on your shoulder and listening to the clank and clatter of the contents
with great satisfaction. “It was a good hunting trip though: I got lots of new
gadgets for you to tinker with.”

She nuzzled you with her blunt muzzle and you squawked as
one of her forward-facing horns nearly jabbed you in the eye. She simply picked
you up then and carried you back to the small hut, behind which was a cave set
back in the rock where your deathclaw made her home and workshop.

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