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How they scorch right against your tongue, makes your spine all but melt under it. Standing on the kitchen while he goes on, and on- cursing what seems to be the corner of the chair he just accidentally kicked. His hoof scuffed, and his eyes starting to glow a rich red. In the dim light of early morning it turns him into the sunrise itself. The way colors, and shadows play across the rich crimson of his skin. The curling black of his horns.

Tiefling x reader

You had felt his eyes on you for the majority of the night from the moment you had settled into the small warm tavern for the evening with your companions; eyes that had weaved their way through crowds and spotted you quickly. Even from the warmth and bustling tavern with boisterous drunken men and less-than-innocent maidens, you still found yourself with the knowing that someone had been watching you. Eyes you thought that could be unnerving, or even threatening, you found the culprit to those looks your way. His skin was as red as an autumn leaf that fell on cold days like these, his hair a deeper fire red that fell long past his shoulders. He had long large horns, like a rams, that curved past away and behind his head. From what you could see, he looked lean and tall, clean-shaven with high cheekbones, with a 4 foot long tail that matched the same colour of his skin; a contrast against his dark attire for the evening. In his hands, he played at a lute, strumming and plucking; with beautiful floral decorations that you could assume he had painted on. He was by far the most beautiful one out of all the men here, and when you drank in his appearance, you felt yourself blushing. You watched from a far distance, watching the bouncy and upbeat song come to its end; the dancers surrounding the floor dancing in ways you would never expect could be possible. This was the place most came to when few were in a wild mood, and you came to realise that you being here, was not giving you an innocent look either. The song finally came to an end, the crowds clapping with a roar of joy as you clapped along too, less as loud. From the small band, you watched as the musicians smiled with gratitude, a certain man you had eyes for turned his head through the crowd, as if by magic, landed to you. It made you curious as to how he knew you would be there or watching, and when you made eye contact with him, your heart almost felt like it stopped. Another unknown song begun to play when you had stood up, excusing yourself from your group to get some fresh air outside, you bumped into those getting to the floor to dance, few people blocking the way to the exit.

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After breaking his promise to Mizora, Wyll navigates life as a brand new Tiefling. Luckily for him, he has support in his tiefling friends. Also this is set in act 1. Since disobeying Mizora, Wyll had been rather moody. So nobody was surprised when the heavy horns caused Wyll to struggle with his balance and maneuvering through his recent days, but they rather kept to themselves, all having other things to deal with then offer support to the poor man.

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Tiefling x reader

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His skin was as red as an autumn leaf that fell on cold days like these, his hair a deeper fire red that fell long past his shoulders. You slapped his arm playfully. He wanted to make a name of himself, for all to know who he was. He wore a very tasteful suit, all solid black, even the shirt, tie, and pocket square. He half-smiled, stood, and walked out without another word. Your hands disappear behind him, he can hear the vial open behind him and then feels your hands softly applying some of the liquid to his horns. A chuckle came from the stranger, and in your eyes, he was very handsome. Morthos grinned, an amused chuckle danced in the air around you. Five minutes later, you had a small, steaming tureen of soup, another whiskey, and a basket overflowing with dinner rolls fresh from the oven, and sat it down on his table. You thought. A Tiefling from France named Marius enrolls in a university in the USA, and meets his new Elementist Witch Roommate Romulus, who is irreverent, blunt, tough, but a good person deep down. It had been a hard day for him.

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Wyll feels his heart rate pick up feeling you this close to him, but watches as you start to explain this product. He watched himself slide into you, and you groaned as your still-sensitive inner walls took him in, squeezing him hard. He put his arms around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. How much he puts into his appearance, even the black of his hair near shines. You sighed heavily. His apartment had three bedrooms, but you could guess which was his by the state of disarray it was in. Except, you had been watching him. He half-smiled, stood, and walked out without another word. It tells the story about how they met one another and how their relationship builds up as they realize they have feelings for each other. When you finally opened your eyes, he was kneeling over you, grinning, the water still running down his hair and over his shoulders.