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Reply to me asking for one of these characters. You can throw a starter at me, give me a prompt, go 'idk but I want to smut', etc. etc.

You can also ask for someone on my muselist who isn't on here, but I might have to go 'no I don't have the brain for nsfwing them'.

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[When Lobco hugs him, Grimm returns the gesture and strokes her hair gently. Lobco is simply too sweet. The fact that anyone could know her and not want to treat her with all the kindness in the world mystifies him still.

He presses a kiss to her forehead before he meets her lips. He knows his mouth might feel a little strange - he doesn't have lips, as such, and his face is somewhat harder than most people here are used to - but Lobco's never complained about it.]

[The warmth that radiates from Grimm is a comfortable warmth, one that draws her closer and had aided her through some sleepless nights. It's hard to resist nuzzling his chest. The gentle kiss on to her forehead elicits a happy chirp from her and she turns her head to meet his kiss, standing on her tip toes so he wouldn't have to lean down as much.

Their first time kissing had...required a lot of confused fumbling and talking but it was an event that had brought on laughter as opposed to awkwardness. She imagines there will probably be a lot of fumbling here too as she knows very little of the bodies of Grimm's kind, and she has no idea if he knows of hers but they will learn together.

The redhead lifts her hands to gently cup Grimm's head and she kisses him back, lips lingering.]

[Confusion should be something you can laugh about rather than something uncomfortable. Especially with them. Grimm wants Lobco to always feel safe, even when she doesn't know what she's doing.

With an arm around her waist, he gently guides her towards the bed. It doesn't get much use for sleeping, since she has her tank and he prefers to hang from the ceiling - it's mostly for comfortable cuddling. And now, this.]

[The feel of his arm around her waist fills her with a strangely giddy and pleasant sensation. It's presence makes her and her proximity feel wanted, but it's nowhere near hard enough to make her feel restrained. Lobco follows the guidance without hesitation.

When they reached the bed there was, however, a brief pause and she ever so gently nudged Grimm forward. Comfortable as she was with Grimm this was still the very first time she was ever consenting to such an act and she would prefer to take the lead so she could set the pace.]

Is it okay?

More than okay.

[Grimm reclines on his back, allowing her to take the lead. He can understand the reason for it, and even if he didn't, he'd be just as happy letting her take control as him.]

Comfortable?

[He's not quite as squishy as her, so he might be less comfortable to be on top of...]

[She follows after, carefully straddling him before remembering she doesn't have to be so gentle. It's funny to her, being someone who exist both without and with an exoskeleton how both sides seem to see each other as fragile but even she falls into those thoughts sometimes.]

Comfortable.

[Much more so than she could ever fully express. Curiosity was now getting the better of her and she reached a hand out to caress Grimm's face, grateful now that neither of them had to struggle for her to be able to do so. Grimm felt so different from anyone else and maybe that contributed in part to the ease with which she was able to be with him physically.

The hand slipped from the side of his face to dip beneath his....cloak? (wings?), following the outline of his neck before hesitating for a moment--enough for Grimm to protest should he want before slipping down down to his thorax, marveling at the sensation. Could he feel this? She couldn't really feel things as keenly in her shrimp form as she could this]

You'll let me know if I do something unpleasant, right?

[He felt the touch, yes, a gentle heat where her hand traveled. The murmur of her name, a pleased rumble.]

As long as you will do the same if I should err.

[He does not want to hurt her. Not because she has been hurt before, but simply because he is fond of her and does not wish this to be anything less than a wonderful experience for her.]

What you do at this moment is good.

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[When he says her name it colors her face and sends a pleasant, tingling warmth through her body and strangely the recognition of that sensation makes her even more flustered. This is both territory she is too familiar with, and completely foreign in more ways than one.

All the same, the confirmation is encouraging and she gives a reassuring nod.]

I will.

[She leans down to kiss him again, one hand remains on his chest while the other slides around to his back, oh so faintly brushing against his wings. Her touch is affectionate and curious, cautious but eager. Those wings of his had always fascinated her when she found out that's indeed what they were and a small part of her had always wished to touch them.]

[His wings are about as soft as they look, and just as warm as the rest of him. They're sensitive, too - at the first touch of Lobco's fingers, he groans into her mouth.

His own fingers lightly trace her skin, brushing down her chest through her clothes. The ways she's shaped differently from him are fascinating to both of them, it seems.]

[Oh. Oh dear. Lobco hadn't quite been expecting that reaction. Being able to incite such a reaction from someone she loves dearly makes her heart pick up beat in excitement and that warmth that has been swirling through her body begins to pool between her legs.

Her breath becomes shallower and a small noise of surprise escapes her when Grimm gently touches her chest. For a moment she instinctively expects that familiar sensation of fear and panic to fill her as it has done when she had gotten close to being intimate with others---but it doesn't. Quite the opposite. The touch makes her crave more and she leans into it.]

Grimm...

[She wants to hear him again and so once more she touches him, this time trailing her fingers down those downy soft wings.]

[That reaction she shall receive. Grimm's moans are low and raspy, against her lips, against her neck when he ducks his head.]

Lobco.

[His touch remains gentle, careful as he traces the shape of her chest. As fascinated as he is by her reaction, he's ever-alert for the first sign of causing a negative one.]

[That is a very cute reaction. A very cute one and when he ducks his head against her sensitive neck the sensation of his warm breath against her, excites her. She tilts her head to press a kiss against the side of his head and lets the hand on his chest drop lower, settling a little above his pelvis--hesitating, uncertain if it was okay to go forward.

It's getting a little harder to think straight with the way that Grimm is touching her too and finally she shrugged her shoulders, causing her night gown to slide down her shoulders revealing the top of her breasts. Shyness was giving way to the desire building in her and the gown was proving to be unwanted.]

[It's very alright to continue. As the most obvious sign of that, Grimm's aedeagus starts to emerge from a barely-visible slit just below where Lobco's hand is.

There's hardly anything to be shy about, really - Lobco's body is lovely. Grimm presses his mouth against her shoulder, the top of her breasts, all wonderful places he intends to appreciate as much as they deserve.]

[All those soft touches makes her breath hitch and she squirms on top of him. These feelings and sensations were all so new. Lobco had always known that making love was supposed to feel good but even with all the progress she had made in her recovery she always imagined it would be more emotional than physical---this---this was altogether something different.

When she hears no protest her hand continues to slide down till she touches the tip of his aedeagus. She's not expecting it, what with her eyes focused on Grimm's face so at first she pulls her hand back in surprise. Looking down, she touches it once more, running her fingers and palm along experimentally its underside--it's neither like the demon dicks she has experience with, nor the crustacean ones she had seen in textbooks back when she was much younger.]

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