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running-with-kn1ves · 6 hours

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Sleepy Afternoons

A/N: Teehee ngl I just wrote this as a period comfort fic indulgent for myself. I hope you nerds enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

CW: AFAB reader on period, jokes of breeding, using a dragon as a heating pad, pretty much just fluff

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Synopsis: A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend.

A dragon’s hoard in times long before consisted of fine jewels and immense mounds of gold, shiny objects as far as the eye could see. Whether it was stuffed in the depths of a cave or deep in the forest, a hoard barred spikes and “DO NOT ENTER” warnings; whether they were legible or not was never up to the righteous dragon’s responsibility.

Adventurers and bandits never heeded these signs of caution, getting stuck in the narrow holes meant for dragons to shimmy through or meeting their demise through puzzles and endless booby traps-- such monsters were thorough in keeping their treasure safe. Any item that caught the creatures attention could be found in their rich reservoirs, even if they were mere wave-smoothened stones from a lake, an old lover, or a prettily decked-out concubine that was too tempting not to take.

That however, was centuries ago. Dragons, like the rest of us, must conform to modern society, technology too powerful and people too abundant to go around flying and terrorizing just to get one’s hands on a pretty penny.

Your boyfriend, once a ravenous creature with a cave of glittering gems and fine craftsmanship-- that he may or may not have maimed many blacksmiths to steal-- now resided with you in too big of a bedroom. You had argued before buying the apartment; who would need this much space? But his hoarder tendencies clearly made up for the abundance in space. Gaming consoles, silvery granola bar wrappers, aluminum dollar store trinkets, books with glittery covers-- the floor was almost unseeable with his trash and treasure mixed together. He wasn’t necessarily dirty-- in fact every item had its own spot and preferred place, which is why it killed a piece of him any time you threw away something that should not be “decorating” your shared home.

Though as you practically took care of both of you, it was hard to keep up being the caregiver in the relationship. Especially, on your period. Sunday, what a perfect day, to realize you had a whole work week ahead of mood swings and lower abdominal pain, all mixed with the gory massacre you’d face every time you went to the bathroom. Your cramps didn’t usually come in this early of a start, but it seemed like nothing was going quite right today.

“T’s wrong, darlin’?” Your draconic, crusty-eyed boyfriend mumbled into your back. “Somethin’ hurting…?”

He had been asleep since noon, ignoring the stream of yellow shining down on him from between the cracks of the blinds. But with those poor eyes and slightly above average listening skills, he completely ignored the sun and heard your groans of pain as you curled into a ball. The aching in your lower tummy was like hellfire, crisp burning and somersaults of your organs unlike any other pain than usual. Nothing was helping, no cold rags or medicine, it was like your infinite headache and body pains were destined to consume you.

“C’mon baby answer me, I wanna help..” He pouted again.

“Just my stomach..” You downplayed, not sure if you could handle his frantic coddling if he realized you’re period started. The last time you made the mistake of doing so, you had pads stacked to the brim in your bathroom cabinets and tampons in your closets, the mass shoplifting endeavor of his creating even less space in your home. Well, atleast you were set for the next fifty-seven or so cycles.

“I just need to rest n’ I’ll be fine, soon…”

Another wave of pain came through, head ringing as soft nails raked up and down your sweating back.

‘When will this be over,’ you wondered.

Maybe that horrible breeding endeavor your boyfriend was always obsessed with was worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer through this for nine months. Yeah, just nine months of morning sickness and bloating and growing a whole dragon-human parasite inside of you. But hey… the making part wouldn’t be too bad, and atleast you would be crotch-pain free.

Man, now the pain was really talking through you.

“Yer period, right?” Your dragon wonders, scratching the back of his head. He’s more awake now, and you wish he was still passed out grabbing onto you, even through the sticky sweat from his body heat. “I’m sorry baby…I know it hurts. What’you want me to do?”

“How’d you even know..” You groan, almost annoyed at how keen he is. Next thing you’d know he’d be shoving some pretty pawn shop jewelry for you to hold to distract you from the pain.

“I don’t think.. You want to know. And well there’s the obvious, I noticed you changed the bed covers.”

Oh lord, was he talking about that split tongue-nose smell-ability ‘dragon thing’ again? Could your embarassment get any worse?

“Does that mean you’ve… EVERY TIME? Every time you knew?”

He sheepishly fell into the new sheets of warmth, those dark eyebrows lifted in innocence.

“Sometimes before you knew, I think.”

Officially, you wish your boyfriend was asleep again. Maybe you’d just strangle him to end this mind-numbing conversation.

“What can I do?” He repeated. “Get you more pads?”

“No.” You shut him down as soon as the words left his mouth.

“What then? A snack, more pillows? Now’s the time to be babied, you know. Unless you’d be okay with me coming to work with you--”

You groaned, partly to shut him up and to vocalize the squeezing, contracting inside of you.

His clawed fingers came to cradle your belly, right below your belly button on your pelvic muscle. He rubbed, just gently, back and forth with a slight pressure as your head buried into the sheets beneath you.

“Just this.. is fine..” You murmur, feeling hot, humid breath exhale against your neck, emerald green slits baring into your twisted expression. He was watching you, the way your body reacted, the little signals of discomfort.

You heard a slight flutter of his wings as they adjusted, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece; it was nice to be the small spoon again, rather than cradling your needy dragon lover like a cocoon as he so often desired.

The dragon slowly pushed a leg between your bunched knees that stuck together, getting easier access to your tummy. His palm was so warm, as the torso flushed behind you kept a reassuring prresence. You almost turned on your back to get his palm farther against your stomach, the slight pressure and warm temperature soothing the ache in your lower back and groin.

“You know… I could always breed ya, then you wouldn’t have to--”

“Don’t try to convince me right now.” you spat, turning into him as his hand worked magic, the other brushing hair off of your neck and cheek. “That’s not an option, especially right now.”

“Well, at the very least I can make you feel good. Might ease up some of the pain, yeah?” He laid back down to lean in closer.

You sighed; he clearly didn’t understand the discomfort and embarrassment that his oh-so keen intimacy would bring you right now. You loved the sentiment, and maybe you’d be up for it if you weren’t solely thinking about your physical misery, but you barely had the fortitude to look back toward him.

Your dragon buried his flared nose into the top of your head, lined against you like a perfectly shaped heat blanket.

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything.. I’ll do whatever makes ya feel better.” His other hand snakes beneath your hip against the bed mattress, pulling you back toward his body even closer, if possible. The warm, spiked fingers tapping alongside your pelvic bone made your skin spark, your lower stomach buzzing with numbed pain and a fullness that made you want to sleep for another week. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” He frowns. “Your face.. You look so, uncomfortable.”

“Wow, thanks.” You jab, feeling a heated tail slither up your knee, to your thigh. It almost flicked in apology. “Mm.. Just stay my heating pillow and I’ll be fine.”

“I can do that.” The confidence in his voice worries you, knowing he’ll do an unnecessary load of more than you asked for. Your fetal position was gently yanked free, a pounced creature on your back as you’re forced onto your stomach. “I’ll be the best spiky heating pad you’ve ever seen.”

The strong, scaled forearms of your draconic spouse come to wrap around your hips, a burning touch ringing from his skin, worming his way beneath your comfortable pajama pants and shirt, skin on skin as his body temperature rises to accommodate your desires. His forearms seem to ripple against you, fingers tickling your sides as his legs trap against your thighs from above, most if not every length of his body pulsating against yours like a live, scaly cocoon intent on making you his personal plush, and he your sweet, warm monster.

“Feel better baby…” He kissed at the nape of your neck, sandpapery forked tongue popping out to lick away your sweat. “It’ll be over soon.. I’ma make it all better.”

You leaned deeper into the stuffy mattress sheets, the pressure on your abdomen welcomly encouraged as you push as far as possible into his fiery hands.

“I’m betting on it.” You muffle into the pillows, squirming your hips against his his body, warm chest and carved quadriceps surrounding you. The slight pressure of his inner thighs against your hips was welcoming, his mounted position atop of you seemingly odd to an outsider-- but you didn’t care how weird it might’ve looked, as the calm of your gutted abdomen took over.

You yawned into the side of the pillow as you turned your head, lifting your hips just a little to soak in the heat radiating from behind you.

“Awe’d, so sleepy huh? Need a little nap?” the dragon behind you poked.

Who knew a murderous, millenium-old dragon would be sweet-talking you so gently-- just a few centuries ago he was murdering travelers for stumbling just a few steps too close to his prized hoard.

“But I just woke up.” You protest, upset at the sleepiness of the afternoon that was rubbing off from your draconic lover on you. “Got too much to do, can’t lay in bed all day..like you.”

You groan into the pillow as a wave of cramps hit you, only slightly set ajar by the gentle massaging of the skin above your pelvic bone.

“Hrmm.” Your boyfriend thinks, shoving his warmly snout against your neck. “I guess it’s unfortunate that I’m not going to be letting you go then. Not allowed to get up until you feel better.”

You laugh, taking one of your dragon’s toasty hands to your chest to hold onto.

“I’ll be here all week, then.”

It was here you felt the safest, the warmest, the most vulnerable and easily devourable-- well, thankfully dragon’s didn’t particularly have a taste for the flesh of humans. Shutting your eyes, you let the guttural ‘hrmm’s’ of your dragon lull you to thoughtlessness.

“If that’s what it takes..” He presses a deep kiss close to your forehead, relishing in the sweet scent of your hair. The huffs from his nose tickle the back of your ears, such petrichor warmth and humidity so reminiscent of past lazy mornings. “You’re not going anywhere, my diamond.”

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mushroomyhouse · 3 months

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Dragons? In my pronouns?

It’s more likely than you think 👀

Brand new Dragon Pronoun Pins by @snappakappa 🥰

🍄 mush.house/snappakappa 🍄

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dracononite · 1 month

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custom design for Koitalic over on Discord! ✨ especially proud of this one

#my art #commission #custom design #character design #anthro #furry #art commission #dragon #draconic #canine

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anoneyemoose · 2 months

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This is a clearer version of the previous post:

I don't know who in the community needs to hear this, but don't refer to humans as apes! (No, "monkeys" is not ok either!)

"Humans are taxonomically great apes, so technically--"

This post is not about human taxonomy

"I don't mean it in a racist way!"

Ok but I need you to understand that it still very much is though. Don't say that shit. It happens in this community way too often.

So why is this being brought up? Because it is very, frustratingly common for those who identify as nonhuman to refer to humans as "apes" or "monkeys" in a derogatory manner. For some people, they consider themselves distanced enough from humanity that this suddenly becomes an ok thing to say, and it is not. Even in a non-derogatory sense, that does not erase that it's still, well, quite racist.

"What should I use instead then?"

Human. That's all. You don't need special vocabulary to replace "apes" and "monkeys" with when talking about humans. Just say human.

And "that's racist" is a scary phrase for a lot of people and tends to send them into defense mode, rejecting the possibility of ever saying anything racially insensitive. "It's not racist because I'm not trying to be racist" is not how racism works. You have to catch yourself. Because while we hate to say it, the alterhuman community can be quite racist (and appropriative, but that's a different discussion), and the reason people of color tend to be so uncomfortable in the community and avoid interaction is because whenever we speak up about these issues there is a sudden pushback.

If you are lucky enough to not have seen it then that is fantastic, but it can mean one of two things:

You were lucky

You just weren't able to recognize them

Neither of these things immediately makes you a bad person, but what you need to do in any case is listen and understand that this is a very real thing that many have to deal with regularly.

#alterhuman #nonhuman #otherkin #therian #draconic #dragonkin

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your-pal-nebula · 1 month

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Being a psychological alterhuman is like "It's not that I was a dragon/any of my other kintypes in the past and yearn to be one again, it's that I am all of them right this minute and yearn to be in the correct body"

(I mean absolutely no disrespect to spiritual alterhumans with this post, yall are totally cool)

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cloveswifey · 7 months

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How the Slytherin boys would react to you avoiding kisses as a joke

Tom Riddle

Glare at you

Try to kiss you again

Grab the back of your neck forcefully

“Stop avoiding my kisses”

‘It’s just a joke love’ you’d giggle

He’d frown

“Don’t do that again!”

Low-key punish you for it

Mattheo Riddle

Chuckle

Move your head forcing you to kiss him.

“Stop trying to avoid my kisses, you were practically begging my my dick earlier.”

Pull you into his lap

Kisses you all over 🤭

You needed help walking the next day 🧎‍♀️

Draco Malfoy

Groan in annoyance

“Stop joking around darling”

Gets annoyed when you tease him more.

Tackles you in a hug, throws you over his shoulder.

Theodore Nott

“What the fuck was that.”

Try to kiss you again.

“Babe?!”

He would probably take it to heart until you apologise.

You’d explain it was a joke and he would probably pout like a child, until you’d kiss it away.

Blaise Zabini

Pretend as if it didn’t happen

Try to kiss you again

He’d probably take it to heart

“Stop messing with me”

‘It’s a joke sweetheart’

He’d tackle you and pepper your face in kisses.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Would instantly Tense

“What’s wrong sweetheart”

You caved instantly, the pout on his face was so adorable.

Pepper your face in kisses and comfort you.

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harmoonix · 3 months

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Describing the Draconic Chart with ONE PHOTO 😍 in astrology!!

Also this can work for the ascendant persona chart!!😍🤍

#astrology #astro observations #birth chart #astro notes #astrology observations #placements #astro community #horoscope #ascendant #draconic chart #draconic chart astrology #draconic #types of charts #chart in astrology #astro.com #astro.seek #😍#higher self #native

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elderscrollsconceptart · 2 months

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Dragon

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Art by Adam Adamowicz

#adam adamowicz #art #the elder scrolls #concept art #tes #skyrim #dragon #draconic #wyvern

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trackercat · 5 months

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tails go swoosh and claws go scratch and snouts go chomp and wings go flap

#dragonkin #dragon therian #draconic #dragon nonhuman #alterhuman #otherkin #nonhuman #therian #canine therian #therianthropy #theriantrope #otherkinity #otherhearted #dragon otherkin #theriomythic

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whereserpentswalk · 2 months

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When you were sent to slay a dragon you didn't expect the deadly thing that you bared witness to. You expected a medium sized creature, with a body like a crocodile, instead something much stranger and more ancient was what you were met with. A massive entity, with dozens of snake like heads, on a body bigger then a fortress, with massive wings like an angel, living in a pit that leads all the way down to the lands of the dead.

When you pointed your sword to it it didn't react. It didn't attack you. It just watched. When you stabbed it it didn't notice. Your sword couldn't cut its scales, and your arrows couldn't break its belly. You felt so very small, after having felt so powerful for far too long a time. Its burning eyes were just looking at you, a hundred burning eyes all seeing you as so small.

It could have killed you without effort, but instead of breathing fire it breathed smoke, and put you to a dreamers sleep, until you woke up somewhere deeper and darker within its lair. It kept you safe, for it decided it better that you should live.

The dragon spoke to you softly with its many mouths, and told you that you were not a fool even if you have been fooled. The riches of kings and glory of murder have made you into a creature that is not what humanity evolved to be. It pet you gently with a hand that was larger then your entire body, and told you it would cause you no harm as long as you made no attempt to harm it.

It told you that it sheds its heads and grows them back just as sharks shed teeth and humans shed eyelashes. So you could take one of its many discarded heads back to your king, and win the lords bounty for having 'slain' it, just like all the other poor boys who've tried to make their fortune slaying dragons.

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nova-dracomon · 6 months

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Modern Draconity zine now available for download!

Draconity isn’t solely from ages past, but something that still burns bright in the modern age. This zine is a collection of pieces created by nonhumans and alterhumans about what it means to be draconic in the present day (or even future).

A huge thank you to everyone who submitted pieces! It means a lot to us that others found this idea worthwhile enough to take the time to create works for it. This zine would not have been possible without your beautiful artworks and writings.

Download it on our itch.io now

#nova squawks #otherkin #fictionkin #nonhuman #dragonkin #draconic #therian #alterhuman #Modern Draconity zine

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