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to be fair, it’s a mood
Just what is this demon gonna do to stop me? I will be napping on those tits💃🏾
Safest spot for an uninterrupted nap
A six-winged demon with a sinister grin, and the local merchant boy who wants nothing more than squeezing his boobs.
The art of hand holding~
The vampire worries that the hair in their palms will turn you off. Imagine their surprise when you grip their hand a little tighter and brush their knuckles with a kiss.
The werewolf doesn’t understand hand holding at first, but it becomes a delight to them, swinging both their arm and yours gleefully as you walk together.
The banshee thinks that hand holding is an invitation to take you to the skies. What fun.
The naga stares when you take their hand at first, undeterred by the webbed fingers, but together the both of you make your ways through nature, you on solid ground and they within the lake.
The ghost tries and fails, frustrated over how many times their fingers graze right through you. So you simply smile and offer your hand, palm up. Tentatively, they rest theirs atop yours and the both of you can feel the slightest tingling, like electricity in the space in between.
The orc’s fist is like iron, strong and secure, and to hold their hand is to feel completely safe and wanted.
The siren is curious as to why you hold your hand out like that. They snatch it and drag you in toward the depths, but only to kiss life into your lungs while the two of you journey beneath the waves.
The demon takes your hand only to drag you toward them, chest to chest, taking your other hand as well in an act of complete dominance and possession.
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⟣┄─ ˑ 〃Boyfriends in their half-dragon forms using their tails to wrap around you whether that's when cuddling or pinning you down. Wrapping around your leg to keep you spread open for them, around your midsection as you ride them. their nails and fangs leaving visible marks on your soft skin as you work to bring you both to your climaxes.
dao the merman
you and your boyfriend steal a few minutes in your usual sea cave
kinktober 2021
fyi: m!merman x gn!reader; no fandom; ns4w; wc2250; established relationship; frottage; kissing; cockwarming; dirty talk; fingering; biting; teasing/begging; slight overstimulation; slight description of him at the very end, but you’re free to picture him however you’d like
Dao weighs heavy between your thighs, the warmth of his slit leaving you whimpering as he grinds against you, each rotation of his hips against your core blurring the fine lines between fantasy and reality. Your arms clutch at his shoulder, fingers making a pass through his damp hair as you grip his sides with your thighs.
He’s stronger than you’ll ever be, but he lets himself be pulled into you, lips leaving yours to kiss hurriedly down your neck.
“So needy,” he says, his deep voice barely a whisper in the quiet of the sea cave. “What’s the rush?”
“Dao, baby,” you draw your fingers through his hair again, encouraging him to look at you. “I’m freezing.”
It’s somehow colder under his black gaze, but he doesn’t linger, and a sharp nod from him tells you he’s been effectively reminded of your biological differences.
You can hear his tail hit the soft, wet sand in thought, the sound causing you to draw your hands down his back soothingly. He brings his chest closer to yours, offering what little body he has as he presses a soft kiss to your jaw. “My weak little warm-blooded love,” he murmurs, causing you to laugh.
“Just fuck me,” you breathe as he smiles against your jawline. “Warm me up that way.”
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An alien desires to 'court' another alien, of the race called humans. The human is desirable in every way: talented in multiple skills, professional and domestic, with soft, squishy flesh and an eagerness to learn - the alien could go on and on, but people complain when the alien talks about their 'crush', as other humans call it
The problem is, the alien's species relies on scents and pheromones for communication. Their first meeting with the human was during a crisis, and their natural scent was strong, sweat mixing with that fabled human instinct to survive with all members of their extended pack alive, too. No other human smelled quite like this one. It sent the alien's hearts a-flutter, and shivers through their many wings.
But now? The human smells different, and not in a normal human way. One week, citrus and palm fruits from the black jungles of the planet Cerib. Another week, exotic vanilla from their origin planet, with something warm and spicy the alien can't place. Lavender and honey from Blackcurrant bees. Something juicy like apples. Something this, something that, and they're all beautiful scents - but it's not the human's scent, and they can't really smell their emotions through it. Frustrating.
One day, the alien sulks, watching their desired one rush past, tablet in hand. They smell like sweetened coffee and chocolate - the latter a romantic treat to humans, and a reminder of how far they are from that romance to the alien. The human next to them breathes in the scent, and smiles.
"Man, (name's) got some great perfume on today," they say.
The alien lifts their head. "Perfume?"
A little research later, and things suddenly make sense. They'd heard about perfume before, the human wasn't the only one to wear scents, but they'd been so lovelorn they hadn't used their brain. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that humans used perfume and similar products to draw in desired partners.
Two can play at that game.
Three days later, the alien walks in to their normal location. To their surprise, the human their hearts are set on rushes towards them, calling their name.
"I'm so sorry!" They apologize. They aren't wearing any scents today. "I didn't realize my perfume might be messing with your senses. I've switched it out with another type that you'll find easier to deal with. I was just trying to..."
They trail off. The alien waits, hopeful. A new scent spikes from the human.
"Is that... Cinnamon?"
"With a little bit of Ophelion flower, and Soljoiner lemon," the alien says, smiling like the humans do. "I got inspired by your choices."
A hesitation. "Do you like it?"
The human breathes in deep. From them, now the alien can sense what they've wanted. Interest.
"You smell amazing," the human says. The glow in their eyes as they look at the alien, well, the alien adds that to their list of all the reasons they want the human as a partner.
"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" Another alien says later, at the communal garden. "Humans are hardcore."
The alien looks across the way to the human of their hearts. They are smiling, they smell a bit like the alien now, from their hug.
"For that one? It's worth it."
An alien desires to 'court' another alien, of the race called humans. The human is desirable in every way: talented in multiple skills, professional and domestic, with soft, squishy flesh and an eagerness to learn - the alien could go on and on, but people complain when the alien talks about their 'crush', as other humans call it
The problem is, the alien's species relies on scents and pheromones for communication. Their first meeting with the human was during a crisis, and their natural scent was strong, sweat mixing with that fabled human instinct to survive with all members of their extended pack alive, too. No other human smelled quite like this one. It sent the alien's hearts a-flutter, and shivers through their many wings.
But now? The human smells different, and not in a normal human way. One week, citrus and palm fruits from the black jungles of the planet Cerib. Another week, exotic vanilla from their origin planet, with something warm and spicy the alien can't place. Lavender and honey from Blackcurrant bees. Something juicy like apples. Something this, something that, and they're all beautiful scents - but it's not the human's scent, and they can't really smell their emotions through it. Frustrating.
One day, the alien sulks, watching their desired one rush past, tablet in hand. They smell like sweetened coffee and chocolate - the latter a romantic treat to humans, and a reminder of how far they are from that romance to the alien. The human next to them breathes in the scent, and smiles.
"Man, (name's) got some great perfume on today," they say.
The alien lifts their head. "Perfume?"
A little research later, and things suddenly make sense. They'd heard about perfume before, the human wasn't the only one to wear scents, but they'd been so lovelorn they hadn't used their brain. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that humans used perfume and similar products to draw in desired partners.
Two can play at that game.
Three days later, the alien walks in to their normal location. To their surprise, the human their hearts are set on rushes towards them, calling their name.
"I'm so sorry!" They apologize. They aren't wearing any scents today. "I didn't realize my perfume might be messing with your senses. I've switched it out with another type that you'll find easier to deal with. I was just trying to..."
They trail off. The alien waits, hopeful. A new scent spikes from the human.
"Is that... Cinnamon?"
"With a little bit of Ophelion flower, and Soljoiner lemon," the alien says, smiling like the humans do. "I got inspired by your choices."
A hesitation. "Do you like it?"
The human breathes in deep. From them, now the alien can sense what they've wanted. Interest.
"You smell amazing," the human says. The glow in their eyes as they look at the alien, well, the alien adds that to their list of all the reasons they want the human as a partner.
"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" Another alien says later, at the communal garden. "Humans are hardcore."
The alien looks across the way to the human of their hearts. They are smiling, they smell a bit like the alien now, from their hug.
"For that one? It's worth it."