Hello and welcome, feel free to request, if I’m uncomfortable with a request or can’t get inspired I just won’t do it, I’m not gonna curse you and everyone you’ve ever loved or something.
I don’t condone any of the stuff I write about, it’s all just fantasy
I should warn you some of my writing is hot garbage, some is good, it’s like the beanboozle challenge
Mermaid!Boyfriend who's always been curious about human bodies. Though half of him is similar to your kind, the other half isnt. So, who better to study than his boyfriend!
Mermaid!Boyfriend who runs his hands along your legs, feeling the smooth skin on them and the body hair. You have a lot more hair than he does, something to do with being a full mammal.
Mermaid!Boyfriend who traces your thighs, feeling the muscles like they're stress balls. They're just so fun to squish and squeeze, especially when he gets to hear those noises from you.
Mermaid!Boyfriend who feels all over your pelvis, seeing how there's no scales leading up to human skin.
Mermaid!Boyfriend who's hand runs between your legs after you allow him to touch that part of you that he loves most about humans.
Mermaid!Boyfriend who's going to claim he needs to do this to you again soon. Strictly so he can learn about human beings more. Definitely.
"everyone should get more aromantic" can appeal to tumblr's sensibilities but I genuinely think everyone should also get more asexual. I don't mean everyone stop having sex, what I mean is
Sex is not essential. You can live without it. Full stop.
Not having sex isn't shameful or a sign of failure. It also doesn't make anyone boring.
You are not entitled to having sex with anybody and nobody is entitled to having sex with you.
Sex is not what makes someone an adult.
Nobody's worth is defined by how much sex they have or don't have.
Sex is not equally important to everyone.
You can have fulfilling and happy relationships without sex.
You should only have sex on your own terms, not because you feel like you owe it to someone, or because you feel like you'd be incomplete without it.
Know your boundaries around sex and be firm about them. Know how to respect other people's boundaries.
The previous point also applies when it comes to discussing sex. If someone doesn't wanna talk about it or hear about it you have to back down.
Anything can be sexual but not everything has to be sexual.
Firmly convinced the world would be a better place if we started treating sex the way we'd treat any other mundane preference in life, like what kind of chips a person likes to eat with their lunch.
Over 90% of parents of visibly intersex children opt for cosmetic surgery on their infants.
The ones that don't experience medical violence then, likely experience it as a teenager.
I didn't.
I am very rare in that I did not experience medical violence.
Why? Because I learned what intersexuality was as a young age, and I actively fought against what doctors wanted to do to me. All the way down to legal research on what medical care minors can be forced into. I remember walking into that doctor's appointment with the state law written down that proved that if I did not consent they could not do surgery.
That is why intersex activism is important. It saved me and it will save more.
giggled at something and my coworker comes out of the break room and goes "I just heard like, a haunted child laugh... so weird." and I'm like okay so it was a normal regular alive adult laugh actually
i tried explaining to this girl at a party once how i could be gay and asexual at the same time and it basically boils down to never being into anyone but like once a year i’ll find a man attractive. and she was like “so what am i if i only like girls, and i’ve never found any of my boyfriends attractive and and i just wanna do cocaine all the time?” i was like “you’re a lesbian with a coke addiction?” and she was like “woooooah”. she broke up with her boyfriend that night and had a threesome with two girls in the bathtub. rebecca if you’re out there, i hope you’re going places. well, not far, since you’re electronically tagged. but spiritually.
"C'mon, let's just have one more drink." His words slur as he speaks. You just met him hours ago, and he's been buying you drinks ever since.
It's hard not to admit that you haven't been enjoying his attention. His hands roamed all over you on the dance floor, telling you how he'd worship you all night if you just let him.
You indulge him in the drink, letting him order your usual. The drink makes you even more flirty than before, and you once again drag him to the dance floor. You know he enjoys it too; the unmistakable bulge in his pants has been present all night.
He leans down, his lips close to your ear, "Let's take this to my place, and I'll show you everything I want to do with you." It feels like he hypnotizes you; you gleefully take off with him, without a care for anything else.
As soon as you are in his apartment, you are against the wall. He kisses you roughly, like he's never wanted anything else in his life. He continues kissing you through his apartment, leading you to his room. Articles of clothing get thrown throughout the apartment; by the time he throws you on the bed, the both of you are half naked.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He gets on top of you, holding his weight on either side of you. You giggle at him. He's been respectful all night, but there's no way you don't want this; his promises from before are tempting you more than ever. It's just a one-night stand, nothing more.
You kiss him, getting the words "Show me how you'd worship me all night" between them. He continues kissing you, his hands roaming in the places he knows you like. Meanwhile, he takes the rest of your clothes, admiring your beauty between kisses. "You look just like a doll, so pretty, all for me."
After he teases you a little, his hands find your core. He doesn't waste his time finding your clit; he rubs it, finding a rhythm you like. While he watches you writhe in pleasure, he praises you.
"So sweet, all just for me."
"Good girl, take everything I give you; there's always more to come."
"I wonder if you'll just like this when I'm inside you."
"Just one more, then I'll show you what else I can do to you." He says when he brings you close to the edge again. His eyelids hang low, his pupils wide with excitement. He smiles as he brings you over the edge, happy with the pleasure he is bringing to you.
He leaves you on the bed, pushing himself off so he can take off his pants. You hear the metal clicking and the rustling of clothing. Before you know it, he's back on top of you, pushing your legs away from each other.
One of his hands holds him up; the other lines up his cock with you. You feel how hard he is before he's even inside you, veins decorating the sides.
He pushes himself into you, kissing you again to give you time to adjust. The second you are ready, he's pushing your legs down and thrusting into you. His cock hits all the right spots, hitting your cervix over and over again. His hips don't slow down; he keeps his speed consistent as he pushes himself into you.
He watches you as he thrusts into you, happy to see you below him like this. His thumb lazily circles your clit, his mind more occupied with how he's feeling, but he still wants you to feel good too.
His breaths get deep over time, his movements becoming more frantic. He stops playing with your clit; instead, he's fully focused on himself. He still hits your cervix, making pressure in your core continue to build.
You hold tight onto him, feeling like any second you could tip over. Light grunts distract you slightly, his balls slapping against you as he thrusts in you.
As you tip over the edge, your pussy squeezing him, he comes too. He pushes himself into you fully, his cock pulsing as white liquid shoots out of him and into you.
He holds the two of you in this position for a few moments, waiting to come down from the high. Sweat covers the both of you, his orange fur damp with it.
He pulls himself out of you, leaving the bed and bringing you back a towel. He helps you clean yourself up, telling you how much he admires you occasionally.
"My little mate, so sweet for me. You took me so well. I'll reward you tomorrow." He trails kisses around your body.
"Mate?" You question him. You've had sex, but that doesn't mean you are mates with him.
"Yes, fox hybrids only have one mate. The first we've ever been with. That's you." He has a mischievous smile on his face.
"I never agreed to that." You protest, getting out of the bed. You gather your things, frustrated with him.
"I asked you if you were sure. You said yes. You agreed." He blocks your exit. He knew this might happen; he just wished it had happened in the morning instead. He'd rather be lying in bed, cuddling with you.
"You tricked me!" You shout at him.
"I may have tricked you a little, but that's my nature; I couldn't help myself." He seems proud of himself. "That's all over with now; let's just enjoy each other's company. We'll deal with this in the morning. You're too drunk to be by yourself." He herds you to the bed, gently guiding you to the side of it.
"Whatever, just leave me alone from now on." You lie down against the bed, knowing that you are probably in more danger on the streets.
"I could never do that, little mate." He lies on the other side, eventually joining you in yours, holding you until you wake in the morning.
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