Russell and Dopinder from Deadpool 2 partly dressed in traditional jewelry from their home countries. The two guys people always forget about when drawing/writing about the adopted Deadpool Family.
– While male Centaurs are the center of unfortunate rumors of being the “unruly, drunkard” sorts who gallivant around kidnapping folks & whatnot, female Centaurs are extremely more noble & prideful. The very mention of such rumors around them with end with an angry kick right to the stomach.
– They, like most Centaurs, prefer to go au natural. But one of the pros of the species is that they all have “chest coverings” in the forms of thick, furry tufts that bloom from the space above where their belly bottom would be, to form a sort of v-shaped “mane” that bushes under their chin. It both helps them keep their pride & doubles as extra warmth during the chillier seasons. Making jokes about their “lack of boobs” will just end up like above. Don’t comment on their appearances in a negative manner, to put it lightly.
– Centaurs, female Centaurs especially, love being knights & working side-by-side with knights & adventurers. Granted there are untamed Centaurs who prefer the free lifestyle, but many Centaurs you meet on a day-to-day basis are covered from head-to-hoof in royal armor, complete with the crest. These tend to be the most prideful of the bunch, & they’re not afraid to let their “opinions” of their more free-spirited cousins be known.
– They love being decorated, which is why most (read: not all) female Centaurs allow their hair to grow so long. Bows, ribbons, flower crowns, golden chains, no matter what you offer them, if it’s a cranial decoration that shows off their luxurious locks, they’ll accept it.
– Okay so maybe the “snatching up” people thing isn’t entirely untrue. Because if a centaur, lady or not, has a little too much to drink, it’s very possible you’ll find your self thrown over your girlfriend’s back, hanging on for dear life as she gallops drunkenly around the nearest field, joking about how she’s going to kidnap you away to keep you all to herself. Not that she ever really would, but it’s worth the mortification you see on her face in the morning after she realizes how unruly she acted.
okay but now i’m just going to be thinking about monsters in lingerie
STILL THINKING ABOUT IT
no but seriously
big, fearsome monsters – all sharp teeth and brutal claws and massive bodies – covered in lace and silk and ruffles
creatures that could destroy without a second thought, powerful enough to crush stone or bend metal, carefully running sharp claws over soft, sheer fabric, amazed at the sensation of silk against their scales, or fur, or leathery skin
not understanding at first why you react so favorably to the sight of them in this human garb, or why you prefer certain colors over others (colors that contrast beautifully with their skin, or that matches their eyes)
feeling awkward as they try to maneuver in the delicate fabric, wincing when they accidentally rip something, but loving the effect they have on you, how obviously it appeals to you to see them dressed that way
monster girls that aren’t just conventionally attractive humanoids with human features but big, hulking bestial and ferocious monstrosities with razor sharp teeth, claws, multiple limbs and eyes and b i g
get this weak ass shit out of here there is no limit you normie
Let’s assume that you’re in a relationship with this dragon.
Depends on the dragon, but most will get flustered by you doing cute stuff. You’re a tiny, cute little human, and they love you. So flustering them would be very easy.
Just telling them that you love them would get them huffing and looking the other way because oh b o y you’re too sweet for them.
But if you smooch them? Dead. You’ve flustered them too much. Just a little smooch on the snout or the cheek and they’re completely done for.
Or you could just shower them in compliments. Most people don’t say such nice things about dragons, so just, compliment away.
You could also just cuddle up to them after a long day and pet them, tell them how much you love them, how great they are, how much you care about them. They’ll be super flustered, even if they won’t admit it.
Doing this as headcanons kinda because I want to answer it but I have zero ability to do full requests rn ;-;
She doesn’t really have a form, but she told you her name and that she adored you from the get go.
Her whispers were sweet ones, but you had to beg before she revealed herself.
When her silhouette is needed, she shows herself as curvy and flowing, as if fabric wrapped itself around the most beautiful woman and tried to carry her in the wind.
She refused to enter your room for a long time, and insisted it was your own space.
But your mewls and moans could only be ignored for so long.
Her form flows in under the door, and she sits herself on you, straddling your waist.
Though it shocks you, she begs that you keep going, keep touching, keep moaning.
Some extension of her darkness wraps around you.
It begins at your feet, spirals up each leg.
Another wraps around your stomach.
Two more around your arms.
And one, lightly, around your neck.
Another extends from her form, and with no warning, slips inside your hole.
It pumps gently, and you beg for more.
Little by little, it speeds up.
Little by little, it grows.
Before long, you’re a drooling mess, unable to contain yourself of moans and spit.
She kisses you as best she can, and the tentacle inside you has thickened as much as it can.
A bump raises in you at each thrust, the sight alone makes you want to finish.
But you don’t, not yet.
Not until another tentacle, one small feathery and soft, flutters over your most sensitive place.
You call out for her, cry, groan, let out a stream of gutteral noises until the static sound in your ears dies down and the tingle in your limbs is gone.
