A deathclaw that acts like your pet when others are around, purring and following you around, acting like an obedient dog, almost, as they follow your orders, but then you’re in private and they shrug off the facade, using that odd language you’ve developed together to tell you how much they love making those others nervous, how they love it when you’re finally alone together, grinding their damp cloaca in your lap and probably staining your clothes, and when you finally open them up with your mouth and hands, they devolve into feral snarls that you can’t understand, and when you ask what they said they look embarrassed, so you know it was good :3c
Summary: BDSM Public Petplay with a deathclaw~~~