#he can’t wag his tail but he can flick the tip

[moonamite]

Minor updates to my Dealer design (The scutes n scales texture update if you will)

I swear I don’t know why I’m giving him reptile traits

[colourstreakgryffin]

AS PROMISED I HAVE COME BACK WITH A REQUEST IN MIND. AND YES IT IS HUSK RELATED (≧∇≦)/

so you know how cats come to you immediately when you say 'pspspspsppspspsps'? yeah, that. but with husk (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و

look at the cute little miao miao with his popcorn ≧﹏≦

Big definitely doing this. Ommgg! That pic is so precious! Husk canonically hates his cat traits but not today, beloved! Anyway. Let’s get going and play around with Husk some more! Sorry, this is a bit short!

Husk- Pootie-Kitty

It’s so unbelievably cute… the soft purring, the fur ruffling

You respect the fact your boyfriend despises his current sinner’s cat traits and the cat anatomy he has but you can’t help yourself. You know you should and you know you shouldn’t do what he dislikes…

but then again, Husk is also not as mad about being cat-like at your hand as compared to any other person he knows trying to make him behave as the feline he is

“Husky! Husky! Pspspspspspspsp~!” After a few silent painful minutes of absolutely nothing whilst walking through the empty but colourful and magnificent hallways of the Hazbin Hotel, both yours and your boyfriend’s workplace, you decide to use the classic cat call to see if Husk will come out

Himself and his ‘owner’, Alastor had a big fight over being contracted to him and it caused Husk to hide away in pure utter rage and agitation and a pinch of fear over how bad the confrontation ended. Husk hasn’t come out from wherever he is for hours now. It’s already nighttime and you want to bring him to bed. You decided to let him have some time alone but it’s been way too long and it’s becoming concerning

He hasn’t given even a single bit of response to you, despite after you begun tinkling beer bottles, cooing out his name, offering him his favourite, snuggles. Everything that usually has Husk approaching you. He isn’t for it, just making your concern grow even stronger for him

He isn’t listening… so, you’re going to have pull out the big guns!

“Hussskyy~! Pspspspspspspsssppspsps! Come here, baby”

You aren’t sure where he came from or where he was but after a few more seconds, you paused in place in the middle of quite the long hallway in the redemption building and speaking out to literally the air. Husk came padding out from around the corner in a somewhat fast pace, his cute originally sharp thin black pupils of his nice glowing golden yellow eyes is now wide and rounded, his tall tip-fluffed ears drawn back like his big perked-up wings as if curious about what you’re going to do next

Just like a normal cat, Husk’s quickly padding over to you right after hearing the ‘psspspsps’ noises, as if a lightbulb was switched on. His hearing is quite strong, even at his human-technically elderly age, and whilst he could hear your voice from his little hiding spot clear as day

He didn’t want you to see him in his most weakest, vulnerable moment, out of shame, but right after he registered those sly little calls of yours, his cat instincts kicked in and he was walking out into the hallway against his wish. As soon as he stops before you, his conscious is back into control and his pupils shrink to ordinary narrowed thinner state

Even if Husk is annoyed when realising he just went full cat mode, he’s purring. You can hear the purring underneath his breath, he always purrs when you’re around and he purrs happily at seeing you again. His cute striped feather-tufted thin tail flicking a bit faster, almost on the verge of wagging

All of it is physical signs of how much he adores you and how deep in love he is with you. That, even whilst he despises having been courted into acting like a cat, though your intentions aren’t to embarrass him, he is most okay with you doing it

What is that you need to discuss? Is something going on? Is there snuggles involved?

“There you are, love. Is something wrong? I haven’t seen you since 1pm. I’m worried”

[goroushis]

CAN’T HOLD BACK!

⌦ [ SUMMARY ] how they like to cum inside!

⌦ [ INCLUDING ] al haitham ; itto ; gorou ; heizou

⌦ [ WARNINGS ]

afab reader ; breeding/creampies ; begging ; mentions of multiple creampies [itto] ; slight dumbification ; teasing ; minors dni!

⌦ [ AL HAITHAM ] at the same time as you!

al haitham can’t help but feel his breath catch in his chest every time he ruts his hips into yours. the rapid, slick sound of every wet smack boggles in his head and drives him insane as he pants heavily above you. his cock twitches and throbs when your walls tighten around him, his body begging for release just from the fact that he knows you’re close, too.

“fuck- get tighter like that and i might just cum,” al haitham grunts out brokenly with his fingers digging into your thighs, his climax ticking closer in his body in tandem with yours. “know you’re close.. gonna give it to me?”

your whimpered mewls of ‘yes, yes!’ are enough to have him tipping over the edge, eyebrows furrowed with shallow groans falling from his lips as he fucks into you faster. by the time you’re right on the edge, he can’t possibly hold it back any longer.

it’s with your walls tightening around him one last time that he finally cums, grunts and ragged curses of ‘fuck, cumming…’ tumbling from his chest as he spills ribbons of white inside of you. just the sheer mess of slick from the two of you covering his shaft and his hips is enough to have him licking his bottom lip and wondering how to get even more from you.

⌦ [ ITTO ] round after round!

it’s like itto doesn’t have a stamina limit in his body. maybe it’s the part oni that makes him so insatiable, able to go round after round in position after position - but at this point it’s been god knows how many times. he’s addicted to the way you feel around him, the sounds you make when he fucks into you a certain way, or just the look of your fucked-out, dazed face that has him needing more of you.

“hah- made a big mess down there, huh?” itto sneers brashly, heavy hips rocking into you faster at just the lewd sight of his cum from previous rounds smothering your skin. the aching twitch in his cock won’t fade, pleasure burgeoning with every press of his cock into the hilt of your pussy. “think there’s room for some more, yeah? just one more…”

you could count how many times itto’s said ‘just one more round’, but from the fatigue glimmering in his eyes and the raggedness lacing his breath - you can tell this is the last one. so naturally, he’ll make sure it’s the best one of the night.

“g’na fill you up like you deserve, yeah? lemme fuck this pussy full,” itto grunts pantingly between a grin, fingers digging into your waist taut as the heavy smacks of his hips against yours get sloppy and quick. it’s with rasped groans and his hips fully bottomed out that he finally cums for the last time, ropes of white seeping out around his shaft and spilling onto the sheets. he can’t help but bargain and promise to clean the bed if you let him do it all over again tomorrow.

⌦ [ GOROU ] while he’s kissing you!

gorou just can’t resist how soft your lips feel along his, your tongue gliding and flicking so tantalizingly - he swears it’s almost enough to make him cum untouched. but the moment that he slips the head of his cock between your walls, it’s as if a flip switches.

“oh, oh, my- oh god,” gorou whines out breathily, and it’s like his hips drive forwards and backwards on their own. he gets so lost in the rhythmic smacks and the feeling of your walls enveloping him slickly, his hands pawing at your body to keep you stable as he rocks into you in time with every sharp wag of his tail. “i-it’s so good, can’t.. can’t hold back, god you feel so good.”

his tongue slips eagerly out of his mouth as he pants against your lips, as if he’s just begging you to let him kiss you. and when you do, he gets so entranced in the flick of your tongue against his that his hips rut hard enough to shake the bed frame and have you falling into dumbness along with him - he can’t help how good you feel, after all.

the sheer slickness of your cunt around him is enough to get him on the edge, but the final push for gorou is the way your tongue suddenly glides into his mouth. whiny mutters of ‘gonna cum, oh god, oh god!’ fill your mouth before he bottoms out, gasps leaving his lips as ribbons of white spill between your walls. he’ll rut his hips a few more times, asking if he can maybe kiss you just a little bit longer.

⌦ [ HEIZOU ] after you beg for it!

heizou can't deny how turned on he gets from the cute little reactions you have to his teases. the glimmering need in your eyes, the ragged hitch in your every moan, and the way your body keens closer for him as he rocks his hips into you is his weakness.

"c'mon lemme hear, just admit how much you love it," heizou smirks out the words with a rasped lilt, a tantalizing glint in his eye as he teases you with slow ruts of his hips. he'll urge you to watch the languid push and pull of his cock between your hips, refusing to give you what you want until you say it.

it's at your tearful, whimpered pleads of 'faster, please.. want you to cum inside..' that heizou finally picks up the pace with a sneered, "mhm, was that so hard?" he obliges with quick snaps of his hips, lewd smacks and panted groans rattling through the room as he gives you exactly what he knows you want.

his cock twitches inside of you with each rock of his hips, his torso and abs flexing harshly as he pants breathily, "gonna cum, you want it? yeah? say it.." it's when you beg over and over in whiny succession that he finally snaps his hips forwards, his body shuddering and voice cracking as ropes of white spill between your walls. with the last few slow rocks of his hips, he can't help but think about all the other ways he can tease you next time.

2022 GOROUSHIS. please do not copy/repost this work.

[conivolos]

hey look a mounders fic

i wrote this before ep 2 came out so its not canon compliant for it. hope you enjoy:)

ao3 link

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Your secret is…

Pearl sucks in a breath, lowering her pickaxe from the vein of iron she was mining.

3… 

The secrets had been at the back of her mind since this session had started.

2… 

And the allure of having proper armour and tools had gotten her to staircase down almost immediately.

1…

The book rests safely in her hands, and the sound of a creeper sizzle reaches her ears.

She throws up her shield just in time, almost dropping the book in the process. It blocks the creeper for the most part, the resounding explosion only managing singe the tips of her hair.

“Okay, this isn’t safe,” she says, turning around before any more mobs can clamber their way over to her. She hastily knocks a hole into the cave wall and boxes herself in, torch in hand, book clutched to her chest.

Pearl leans her back against the wall, closing her eyes and taking a couple steadying breaths, the fire of the torch flickering with the intensity of them.

After a beat or two, she huffs, releasing her hold on the book slightly, “Better get this over and done with,” she murmurs, taking one final breath and opening the book.

Get at least three people to stay within five blocks of each other for six minutes.

Pearl frowns at the page.  It's a harder task than last week, but that's at least to be expected.

And, well, she does know at least three other people. Two of which are Mumbo and Bdubs, her dear friends who conveniently live beside her.

Keeping the time might be a bit tricky, but Bdubs surely has a clock at this point, either gifted or crafted, so that'll make it a bit easier.

Pearl grins, stuffing the book into her jacket pocket, an idea steadily forming in her mind; it should be easy enough.

She takes out her pick again and busts through the cave wall, hightailing it back to the stripmine before the shadows throw any more mobs at her.

She barely has time to shake out dust and bits of rock from her hair before Mailbox jumps up to greet her, running over from where he was told to sit and eagerly circling her legs, tail wagging. Pearl smiles, patting his head and scratching behind his ears.

They make their way out of Pearl’s mound and across the plains, and Pearl casts a weary glare to the storm clouds gathering somewhere in the badlands, and, thumbing the book in her pocket, hops up to Mumbo’s mound, Mailbox at her heels.

As silently as she can, she flicks up his chimney trapdoor and crawls in, Mailbox scrunching up behind her.

Mumbo’s back is to them when Pearl spots him, intently reading what's probably his secret, scratching at his head.

“You reading your secret, Mumbo?” Pearl asks after a second, resting her head on a hand, and resisting the urge to kick her feet.

Mumbo jumps about sky-high, and Pearl swears he almost hits his head on his wall, whipping around to look at her, only to miss completely and stare out his windows in bewilderment, snapping his book shut. “Pearl?” he asks, “Where are you?!”

Pearl cackles and shimmies a bit further into his house, just enough so that Mumbo can properly see her face. And Mailbox apparently takes this as an opportunity to try to squeeze his way past Pearl, only to get stuck pretty much immediately, giving up with a huff and tucking his face into the crook of her elbow.

Pearl blinks at him, then turns back to Mumbo, who’s looking less confused and more giggly. 

Pearl grins, “Whatcha up to Mumbo?”

Mumbo gives a shaky laugh, “Can’t tell ya, it's a secret. You know this, Pearl!”

Pearl sticks out her tongue at him, and Mailbox does the same. “Mumbo. I have an idea.” Pearl starts and Mumbo raises an eyebrow. “We should go cloud watching before the rain gets here.”

Mumbo glances out his window at, Pearl guesses, distant rolling thunder clouds, if she correctly remembers where badlands is from here.

“Bit of an odd thing for you to suggest, huh Pearl?” he says, turning back to her, voice close to laughter. “Is this part of your task?” 

Pearl sputters. “Dunno what you’re talkin’ about, Mumbo,” she shoots back, steadfastly dismissing the panic that rises up in her chest.

“If we’re going cloud watching, let's at least try to get Bdubs in on it too,” he says, attempting to shoe her out of the chimney.

“That's the plan!” Pearl says, breathing a silent sigh of relief. She crawls back out of the chimney and grabs tight to Mumbo’s hand as soon as she can, pulling him along to Bdubs’.

Pearl hops up to Bdubs’ doorstep, Mumbo trailing behind her. “Bdubs!!!” she shouts, knocking loudly on his trapdoor door.

There's the prolonged sounds of Bdubs shouting in surprise, and some clattering before it goes silent once more.

“Oh my goodness.” Mumbo laughs into his hand.

“Bdubs! You’re on your roof!”

Bdubs makes some more grumbling sounds before he appears, leaning over the cobble foundation to glare at his neighbours, mostly Pearl, Mumbo not so much. “Yes, yes. What do you want?” he snaps.

“We’re going to go cloud watching before the storm gets here,” she explains, gesturing over to the badlands, “Mumbo and I thought you’d like to join us!”

“Yeah, Bdubs, come stare at the sky with us.” Mumbo adds.

Bdubs’ frown intensifies before it lets up, although his eyes narrow in suspicion, “...Alright, I'll come with you.”

Pearl whoops as Bdubs clambers down, who lands with a thud on the granite. Pearl grabs his hand without hesitation, pulling the both of them along, and Mailbox bounds happily after them.

They stumble down Bdubs’ mound, evidently getting close to taking possible hearts of damage at Mumbo and Bdubs’ loud protests, but Pearl remains indifferent.

Pearl drags them up onto her mound and unceremoniously flops onto the grass, pulling the both of them down with her. They both yelp as they fall, and Bdubs glares at Pearl, who only giggles, while Mumbo winces and rubs at the back of his head.

Mailbox trudges over them all, making them wheeze, before he settles begrudgingly next to Pearl.

“So…” Mumbo starts after a moment, leaning back into the grass, “We just look at the clouds and say what we think they look like?”

Pearl nods, a hand resting on Mailbox’s head, “Yup!”

They laugh and do just that, Pearl’s task slowly drifting out of her mind as she goofs off with her two friends and—oh god, she counts as a person too, right? 

Pearl's eyes widen, oblivious to whatever Mumbo and Bdubs are chatting about. Her whole entire plan is thrown out the window if They don’t count her as one of the people—

“What’re you guys doing?”

“Hey, Joel!” Bdubs says, while Mumbo raises a hand in greeting.

“We’re doing some lovely cloud watching!” Pearl answers, putting on a fake smile, and feeling more than seeing as Mailbox jumps up to bother Joel, and Joel gives her an unimpressed look, absently scratching Mailbox behind the ears.

“Pearl forced us to do it.” Bdubs blurts out, and Mumbo chokes out a laugh.

“I didn’t force ya to do anything!” Pearl defends.

“Sit down with us, Joel,” Mumbo says over the sounds of his neighbours’ bickering, patting the patch of grass next to him.

“For Pearl’s sake,” Bdubs adds after a beat.

“Hey.”

Joel snorts, “No thanks.”

Pearl sucks in a breath and tries valiantly to pretend that she didn’t.

And, luckily he lingers for a while more, and Pearl tries her hardest to not look too desperate. Joel shuffles his feet before relenting, silently and abruptly going to lie down next to Mumbo.

Pearl feels a wave of relief wash over her, letting out a soft sigh. Bdubs casts her a strange look and she simply sticks out her tongue at him.

A soft breeze washes over them, it flits through the grass, tousling their clothes and hair, bringing with it the wispy smell of rain. Mailbox tries to take a bite out of it, and they all huff a laugh at that.

“That one looks like a heart,” Pearl says eventually, breaking the soft silence, pointing up to a cloud that, truthfully, doesn't look all that much like a heart. More like a smashed apple.

“I see a clock,” Bdubs declares, to absolutely no one’s surprise.

“Spyglass and… an end crystal?” Mumbo adds, gesturing to another few and laughing, “goodness, these are some weird clouds.”

“A pack of dogs,” Joel says and Pearl agrees, although he doesn’t see the tower next to them.

“Hey, these ones look just like us,” Pearl points out. The four bits of cloud, one larger than the rest, and two of the smaller ones with box-like shapes atop them, do, in fact, look like their retrospective counterparts.

They keep pointing out shapes in the clouds, and Pearl waits until she knows it's been more than six minutes, until shes pushing ten.

She could run over to the secret keeper without giving an explanation, cackling all the while, and it would be worth it just to see the looks on her friends’ faces.

Or, she could just stay. Stay with her friends lying next to her in the grass. Stay with Mailbox sleeping in between them. Stay with grass in her hair and a forgotten book in her jacket pocket.

Yeah, she smiles, the smell of rain whisking past them once more, Joel and Bdubs laugh at something Mumbo said. She reckons she’ll stay, at least for a while.

[skyward-floored]

if your still taking prompts what about wind and uncle wars causing chaos (much to time's dismay)

I got a couple prompts with Wind and Warriors doing stuff, guess they’re a popular pair XD

This kind of fits in with another one that was something about “Wind and Wars bonding hours” so this has that in there too

———

“Okay Wind, you ready?”

“Ready!”

Warriors rubbed his hands together, Wind watching intently, then stretched out his arms and blew a steady stream of snowflakes towards his nephew. Wind giggled as they blew past his face, flakes settling in his hair, then raised his own hands out in front of him.

The tip of Wind’s tongue stuck out as he concentrated, and he flicked his wrist, directing the snowflakes around him with the wind that rushed out of his palms.

“Look Wars!” he grinned as he guided them in an arch above his head.

“Not bad,” Warriors replied, smiling as Wind made the flakes move a little faster. “Ready to kick it up a notch?”

“Yeah!”

Warriors planted his feet more firmly in the ground and moved his hands faster, sending a much thicker stream of snow at his nephew. Wind easily blew it out of the way, then pushed it up into the air and kept it there, puffing with exertion as the pile of snow grew bigger and bigger.

“Nice!” Warriors smiled, then cut off the stream of snow. “You’re getting better Wind, that’s the biggest one yet. You can set that down now,” he added quickly, and Wind released the wind he’d been using to keep the mound of snow up.

The large pile fell to the ground with a thump, and Wind wiped his forehead with a tired sigh.

“Whew. It’s harder keeping it up when there’s more of it,” he panted, and Warriors went to his side, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, I’d expect that. Takes more Wind to keep up heavier stuff,” he said. “But I bet you’ll get better at it the more you practice.”

Wind nodded, but his face suddenly looked a little worried.

“Something wrong?” Warriors questioned, and Wind looked over at the snow blown all over the living room.

“Um... what are we going to do with all of that?” he asked, face scrunching up. “We can’t really leave it here. Mom wouldn’t like it much if we left a big pile of snow to melt in the living room.”

Warriors tapped his chin, realizing that perhaps helping Wind train up his powers inside maybe wasn’t the greatest idea he’d ever had.

Then a smile stretched across his face, an idea taking shape.

“Well... I have an idea of what we can do with some of it.”

(...)

About an hour later, Twilight and Artemis entered in through the front door, Twilight kicking off his shoes and immediately transforming into a wolf with a happy sigh.

“Happy to be a wolf again huh? I’m sure it gets irritating being unable to change,” Artemis commented sympathetically, and Twilight whined in agreement. “I don’t suppose you could sniff out Warriors, could you? I know he’s here somewhere, and we’ve got somewhere to be.”

Twilight nodded, and with a wag of his tail, trotted into the living room with Artemis following.

Where a huge snowball was immediately launched at them.

Twilight yelped as the snow hit, but Artemis only flinched as it poured down around the two, almost completely covering Twilight. She wiped her face clean and narrowed her eyes towards where the sound of Wind’s giggles came from behind the couch.

“I’m well aware you’re back there,” she said sharply as Twilight poked his head out of the snow. “You can hide all you want but—”

Two snowballs whizzed towards Artemis, one merely grazing her arm while the other landed squarely between her eyes.

...or at least it would have, except for the fact that Artemis turned completely intangible, and the snowball hit the wall with a harmless splat.

“Do not challenge me to a snowball fight lightly you two,” she said with a glint in her eye. “Only a fool would do such a thing.”

“Well then call me a fool,” Warriors grinned as he poked his head up out from behind the couch.

Wind held up a pile of snow. “Attack!”

Warriors then began forming dozens of snowballs, and Wind blew them right at Artemis and Twilight, who dove behind the mound of snow in order to take shelter. The two quickly began making their own arsenal and returned fire with equal gusto, and soon it was a full-on war zone inside the living room.

Time later came inside to his entire living room coated in a layer of snow, and the four who’d made it that way flopped in the middle of it all, cheeks rosy as they panted for breath.

“Again Warriors?” Time said with a sigh.

“We had to defend our honor!” Wind piped up, and Warriors nodded.

“Yeah. You wouldn’t want your sons and sister-in-law and dear brother left without honor, would you?” Warriors said innocently.

Time chucked a snowball at his face.

[monstrousvoice]

Confession Booth

Tags: Female the Lamb, Smut, Oral sex (male receiving), Cock and Ball Worship, Sacrilegious, Sex act being performed in a religious setting, Cum Kink, Cum Eating

Warnings: None, outside of the tags

A/N: Horny time smut - I wanted to write Narinder getting a blowjob and Lamb enjoying the glug glug too. Sue me.

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They shouldn’t be doing this.

They should not be doing this.

And yet, Lamb thinks as she rubs soft circles into the downy fur of Narinder’s thighs, it's her cult. She can do what she wants. The wood flooring beneath her digs into her knees as her fluffy butt sits on her hooves. Her nub of a tail is wagging constantly to show her excitement. 

“M-my Lamb, I don’t think this-”

“Shh Narinder…no one will know. If you keep quiet at least~” She gives him a coy look from her place in between his knees, batting her eyelashes for extra effect. The old god looks like he wants to protest further, but doesn’t.

As a reward, Lamb unbuttons his trousers, pushing the fabric away from her own prize. The wooden slat window of the confessional provides little light, but that's fine by her. There’s enough summer sun leaking through that she can see everything she needs. Like how the rise and lowering of Narinder’s chest grows faster with the removal of his pants. The outline of his hefty cock peeking out of its sheath, already somewhat engorged from his excitement. 

“No underwear today Nari? You’re getting naughty~” She can’t help but tease. He huffs, all three eyes glaring at her as he scowls.

“You’re the insatiable one. Why wear underwear if you’re going to rip off multiple times during the day? When I’m trying to work, I should mention.” She can only give a smug smile as her response. After all, what he said is true.

Now that they’ve reached a part of their relationship where Narinder is comfortable with physical intimacy, she’s been begging for his touch constantly. Just seeing his cock again so soon…her throat feels dry as wetness gathers at the apex of her thighs.

“Can you blame me?” She whispers, “My consort is so…irresistible~” She teases as she reaches for his hardening cock, cupping the heavy thing in her hands. One hand reaches lower to cup his ballsack, gently massaging the soft flesh.

“Seems you’re a bit pent up anyways-” She giggles, “so this break came at a perfect time~” Narinder’s cheeks radiate heat at her words.

“Tch, such a filthy mouth my sweet lamb has…” He mutters, no real heat to his words. She gives a pleased hum at his words, heat pooling in her lower gut. She likes when he talks to her like this, and he’s been doing it more often as he gets comfortable with her. It makes her happy to see.

She focuses again on his cock, letting his balls go to use both hands as she grips him by the base. She drags her hands upwards to coax more of his length out of the sheath, pleased at the interested twitch it gives in her grip. He does have a very pretty cock, in her opinion.

Not that she’s seen any others in person to compare, but Lamb had talked with some of her more experienced followers for advice before. Many of them told her that a cock tends to look a little odd, even gross to a few of them. But she doesn’t think Narinder’s cock is odd, as she leans forward to press a soft kiss to the tip.

Narinder sucks in a sharp breath at the motion, and the fat organ twitches again in her hands, growing steadily thicker and longer. Lamb trails her muzzle down his length, pressing another kiss to a particularly thick vein on the underside. The weight of his cock is able to stand erect without her hands holding it up any longer, but she doesn't speed up. She enjoys taking her time when worshiping him like this. He does no less for her in return. 

At the base of his cock she pauses, lathering her tongue over the sensitive area between his balls. Her ears flick at the sound of panting above her as she sucks gently around the curve of his sack. With a ‘pop’ she lets go before burying her muzzle into the sensitive skin.

With a deep inhale her brain is overrun by his musk. It fills her nose and clogs her throat, but doesnt stop the husky moan that bubbles from her chest. By the gods she loves this smell.

“S-such a naughty thing you are…” Narinder purrs above her. He sounds wrecked already and she loves it. Craves it. She wants him to fall apart for her. Lamb works her way back up his cock length, dragging her tongue across the velvet smooth skin as she does.

She lets out a blissful hum when she reaches the head, already swollen and pink with a drop of precum budding at the slit. Lamb can’t help herself, her tongue presses against the opening and swipes the liquid up, collecting as much of the sticky fluid she could. Narinder gives a hiss at the action, a clawed paw tangling in the wool on her head for purchase. He doesn’t push her down further, only flexes his sharp claws as he tries to control himself.

Lamb continued her slow, worshipful pace. She wrapped her lips around the fat head, her tongue swirling over the slit as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked.

“F-fuck!” Narinder groaned, his hips giving a buck into her waiting mouth. “S-sorry, sorry I didn’t mean-” She interrupted his apology with another suck, his words cutting off with a gasp. She relaxed her throat as much as possible as she took him deeper. She held herself there and simply breathed, letting her throat adjust the the stretch before pulling back, releasing the head of his cock from her wet mouth with a gentle ‘pop’. 

A thin line of drool connected her lips to the twitching length, suspended in the air before snapping. Lamb huffed for breath while his hand stroked her head, helping her relax. Then she’s back on his cock, working her jaw open to take him deeper and deeper into her throat.

Fuck it feels right, like this is what she’s meant to do. Sitting on her knees and sucking Narinder’s fat cock like nothing else in the world matters. She loves it. Loves the feel of her jaw cramping, the weight of him on her tongue, the way the head pushes further into her throat-! Lamb feels like his personal whore - the thought shoots lightning down her spine. 

A guttural moan sounds deep in Narinder’s chest as the head of his cock hits the back of her throat. Her pussy feels slick, wet and hot as she wiggles her hips for any kind of pressure.

“Sh-shit look at you sweet lamb…So-so pretty on your knees for me…” The old god throws his head back and snorts into the air, his paw banging hard on the confessional wall.

“Is this-this what you needed? A fat dick-” He gasps, “shoved down your t-tight throat?” Lamb looked up to him through her lashes, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she gives a gurgled moan. The apex of her thighs burns for attention, but she refuses to move a hand to relieve herself. She’ll get her turn eventually, right now she wants to focus on him.

“Such a…a pretty face…” The paw tangled in her wool caresses downwards, trailing softly over her cheek before cupping her jaw. Lamb keens softly at the touch. She wants to nuzzle into his palm, she wants to suck his dick dry, she wants this to never end. She bobs her head with more vigor, she needs - she needs him to cum for her. Needs to watch him fall apart in ecstasy because of her. 

Her jaw is going to feel unbearable later, but the ragged groan Narinder releases makes it all worth it. He moans like she killed him, like her touch is the most blissful torture he’s ever felt.

“S-sweet Lamb, I’m…fuck-fuck im gonna cum my sweet girl-” Lamb keens low in her throat as she forces him deeper into her mouth, her nose being tickled by the soft fur of his lower belly. The thick head of his cock is pushed far back into her gullet, drool drizzles from her spread lips and onto his inner thighs.

“Yo-you want to swallo-swallow it? F-fu-fuck my sweet lamb, stay there, stay ri-right fu-fuck-ing th-there-!” Both paws grip her stubby horns as the first gush of cum floods her throat. She swallows immediately, eyes rolling to the back of her head as the warm sticky liquid sloshes in her belly. 

A shudder races down her spine as her hips jerk, her empty cunt clenching around nothing. Fuck, she can’t take it! A hand moves to her mound, pressing hard against the sensitive flesh there. Her engorged clit tingles at her touch, and her opening gives a wet ‘squelch’ as her fingers press into it. Narinder’s ears flick at the sound, and she feels his cock twitch on her tongue as another thick gush of cum is shot into her.

She keeps her mouth sealed around him as she swallows, and swallows, and swallows, not letting a single drop go to waste. It floods her throat and makes her tummy feel full as the viscous liquid settles. She fucking loves it.

Narinder’s breathing evens as fewer shots of cum gush out, his member giving the occasional twitch. Lamb doesn’t move despite the ache in her neglected pussy. She doesn’t want his cock out of her mouth just yet. She doesn’t care if it makes her seem desperate; she loves it, loves the feeling of cum still dribbling down her throat even as his cock grows soft on her tongue. Narinder’s paws loosen their grip on her head and pets her softly as she continues to suckle his softening dick.

“My good lamb…so good to me…such a good girl…”She preens at the praise, a muffled whine escaping her.

Narinder gives a purring chuckle in response, a deep sound that resonates through her whole body. He guides her mouth off him, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She moans at the feeling, desperate for more of his touch on her neglected body. He pulls away from her with a gasp, panting as he gives her an order.

“Sweet lamb, stand up for me…c’mon-” He grips her by the waist as she clambers to her feet, her legs shaking from her need. He forces her around in the small confessional space, her fluffy ass right in front of his face as he presses down on her shoulders. She’s forced to lean forward against the wooden door of the confessional on her hands as he kicks her feet apart. 

Narinder grabs the meat of her ass and drags her closer to him, using his thumbs to spread apart the lips of her cunt. Lamb watches over her shoulder with hooded eyes, eager for his next move. She wiggles her hips in anticipation, pleased with the raspy chuckle it earns her. Narinder’s smile is wicked and sharp.

“Now to repay the favor~” He purrs.

[another-lost-mc]

Prompt: kissing in the water

Leviathan x gn!Reader

NSFW // Content: Fluff; bathing together; kissing; mildly suggestive content.

It would be accurate to say that you and Levi spend a lot of time in the tub together.

You’ve gotten used to sleeping in the large porcelain tub in his bedroom. He filled it with lots of soft blankets and pillows so you can rest comfortably and avoid waking up with too much back pain. Levi likes to curl around you, or he sleeps on his back so you can lay against his chest.

(He loves waking up underneath you, with your natural scent flooding his senses and your arms wrapped around him like he's your own body pillow - but he'll never, ever tell you that.)

However, it would be even more accurate to say that you and Levi spend a lot of time in two tubs together.

The en-suite bathroom attached to your bedroom is spacious enough for both of you. It’s not as grand as Asmo’s, and it’s not as large as the soaker tub in the communal bathroom everyone else shares, but it’s perfect for the two of you.

Levi is indifferent to the luxury of baths, but he's grown to like them more because you do. He enjoys the heavy weight of your water-slicked body leaning against his chest, and there’s something so tender about massaging your shoulders or back while he listens to your satisfied sighs echoing around him.

He doesn’t believe he’s very romantic, but when he’s in the tub with you, it's easy to pretend he can be.

You're both in low spirits after a long day of classes and then getting caught in a storm on the walk home. Levi’s mood is especially low by the time you both trudge through the front doors looking worse for wear. You tug on his hand and lead him to your room; he knows what you want and he silently thanks you for giving him what he was too nervous to ask for.

You get into the tub first and scoot forward so he has enough space to slip in behind you. He surprises you when he kneels in front of you instead. His cheeks are flushed from the warm, steamy room and his eyes dart around nervously. You smile and lean back against the tub, opening your arms to him — he's cradled against your chest in an instant, the wet tips of his hair tickling your chin as he nuzzles against you.

You scratch the sensitive skin at the back of his neck and he melts against you. His chest rumbles with contentment and he glances at you shyly from beneath his lashes when you run your fingers through his hair.

“I love you,” you whisper. Three simple words that often go unspoken between you, but it only makes him appreciate them even more.

He leans forward and presses his lips against yours. Sometimes his kisses are rushed or clumsy if he feels nervous or insecure. Today, his lips are firm but still so soft. You can’t help the little moan that escapes you when he licks gently at the seam of your mouth in a silent plea for entrance.

The bath water ripples and sloshes gently when he leans even deeper into your embrace. You cradle his jaw and you exchange sweet, unhurried kisses.

After a few minutes, you notice the soft sounds of water sloshing at the foot of the tub. You pull away from Levi to look over his shoulder, and you chuckle when you notice his tail has emerged and it's flicking excitedly against the porcelain.

He kisses a trail from your mouth to the edge of your jaw and down the delicate skin of your neck. He tries to distract you, but you kiss his temple and tell him how cute he is.

He grumbles in response because it's not cute that his tail is wagging happily like some pup. He grins despite himself and hides his flushed cheeks against your shoulder; you know how happy he really is, even when he can't admit it.

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Are your requests open again? Cuz I've been reading your oral headcanons and they are getting me HOT AND BOTHERED 🔥🔥

If you don't mind can I request some oral headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Jack, Floyd and Crewel(if you write for the staff, you can make the reader his colleague in his case) with a fem reader? Thanks a lot⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Hello anon!!! Yes I will do my best to deliver >:) BTW this is like sooo long and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this!

Pairings: Malleus x Fem! Reader, Deuce x Fem! Reader, Jack x Fem! Reader, Floyd x Fem! Reader, Crewel x Fem! Professor!Reader

This piece of writing is strictly for 18+ audiences. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact!!

Warnings: dubcon ish for Floyd? Slight voyeurism too for his receiving, sub/dom elements for Crewel

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Giving

Malleus is into making things like a ritual - including lovemaking of any kind.

He would probably take you to a forest where flowers are laid out gently onto the soft grassy floor, glowing fireflies illuminating the sky with the moon.

Gently, Malleus would lay you down and kiss you from head to toe, literally. Giving praises, telling you how beautiful you are, etc.

Malleus would strip you bare naked and lick his lips. You feel his glowing green eyes trailing across your skin giving you goosebumps.

When you feel his long tongue against your cunt for the first time, you arch your back in pleasure and a soft moan comes out, making the horned man shudder.

Malleus always cares about not hurting you, making sure you’re okay, he wants you to be vocal.

Lord please don’t grab his horns. Grab his horns. He turns into a BEAST and will probably overstimulate you.

“Nnh- M-Malleus..!” You keened under his touch. Malleus’s fingers grazed your skin lightly as you laid on your back, his head currently in between your thighs. He brought his head up and licked his mouth of your juices. “My child of man, please, tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spoke softly. “N-no, it feels so good… Please, keep going…” you hid your face in your arm, too embarrassed about the situation the fae male had you in. You lightly stroked his horns as soon as his head dipped back down.

Suddenly, Malleus released a growl and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails close to breaking your skin. “Mm, Y/N… you know what that does to me.” He lowly spoke. His eyes were now trained on your own as he sucked hard on your clit, tongue abusing the bead. You screamed as he continued his ministrations - you were gonna be here for a while.

Receiving

Malleus would be walking with you near Ramshackle dorm when you see a bench in the distance and lead Malleus to it. When he sits down he expected you to join him, only for him to see you drop down to your knees in between his legs.

You want to treat Malleus for being a lovely boyfriend!! Praises and eye contact is not necessary but makes him go crazy for you

When receiving oral, Malleus isn’t shy but something inside him lets butterflies go absolutely wild in his stomach. The fact that it’s his favorite human servicing him makes him all the more excited too!

Malleus’s thick cock would be hard to take in all at once, so you opt to use your hands to pump the base with your fingers.

Malleus has a lot of stamina, you’ll definitely be there for a while. Moaning onto his length and staring into his eyes with lust will make him come closer to climax though!

He would stroke your hair and tell you how beautiful you are and how good you’re making him feel~

Instead of moaning and being loud, he grunts and hums.

Would want to repay your kindness as well if you know what I mean 👀

The dragon fae hummed in approval as your tongue worked his cock. Malleus’s fingers made its way to your hair to massage your head, making you moan.

“My little child of man, I’m getting close… you’re so beautiful.” Throwing his head back, his thrusting into your mouth was becoming faster and sloppier. When he looked back down at you, he swore he could see hearts in your eyes as you stared back into his green orbs. That and the combination of your lewd slurping sounds and the pleasure you were bringing him brought him to release. You squealed as Malleus’s seed shooting down your throat. He watched in wonder as you swallowed, licking your lips. “Tasty, my prince…” you teased Malleus, kissing his thighs.

Deuce Spade x Fem! Reader

Giving

Deuce has little to no experience, let’s be real. He was a bad boy who wasn’t very popular turned into a wanna be good boy. However, he is very eager to please.

What Deuce lacks in skills he makes up for with determination. Maybe it’s the way he aggressively licks up and down your cunt that turns you on, maybe it’s the way he’s trying his best!

Before you can even say where he should focus, he licks on your clit. Deuce notices how much louder you moan when he does that, so he learns quickly that THAT’S the spot for you.

Deuce would definitely moan when he’s eating a good meal 😋 the vibrations from his moaning goes straight to your clit as he’s sucking and slurping on your wet pussy.

Deuce would also want to use his calloused fingers on you in some way - be it fingering you, tweaking your nipples, or even having you suck on them.

“Deuce, th-there, more, please..!” You moaned, hands flying down to his soft navy blue hair. “You really like it, huh?” Deuce’s soft voice was inquisitive but also you heard joy behind it. You wiggled your bottom closer to his face and whined with the loss of touch. “Then, I’ll keep going.” He dove down once again and licked and sucked with more aggression, knowing exactly how to please you. Sweat dripped down his face as you pulled tufts of his hair, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

Receiving

After tutoring Deuce for so long in preparation for an exam, your efforts would come to fruition as he emerges from the classroom with a good grade.

You wanted to reward your boyfriend for doing so well! Take him back to Heartslabyul and deep into the gardens where you knew barely anybody would be at that time. Roses were painted, animals were fed, etc.

Deuce would be confused but blushing profusely when you offer to reward him by sucking his dick, but he doesn’t say no.

When you lay him down and pull down his pants and underwear, his cock springs to life with a bead of precum already leaking from it.

You like to tease Deuce with your fingers first - rubbing the bead of precum all over the tip with your thumb.

Deuce’s moans are heavenly when you finally use your mouth and tongue on him, softly thrusts into your mouth

Once he’s close though he lets his bad side come through - he’s thoroughly facefucking you while talking dirty, calls you names, etc

Wants to cum on you instead of in you, likes to see the way it paints your body!

“Mmh, Deush.!” You slurped and tried to talk while his cock invaded your wet cavern. “Y/N, I’m gonna- I’m so close..” You sped your movements up, the lewd squelching of your mouth becoming louder. “It’s almost like you want us to be caught, filthy slut.” Deuce’s attitude changed while he barked out his words, making your pussy throb. “Yeah? You want me to cum all over your pretty face? I wanna see you covered in my cum.. fuck!!” Deuce pulled away from your lips with an audible pop, pumping his hot cum all over your lips and cheeks. The sight of your puffy lips and blushing with your messy face made his cock twitch again.

Jack Howl x Fem! Reader

Giving

Jack is a more romantic type, prefers to be in a bedroom when he makes love with you, and certainly wants to give you a good time. He wants it to be private because he doesn’t want anybody else to admire you the way he should!

Jack would have you fully naked laying down so he can fully admire your beautiful body.

Leaves a lot of lingering touches all over your body with his fingers and tongue, loves to taste you~

Jack is skilled with his tongue, aggressive too. He uses his fingers and tongue at the same time to please you

Secretly loves if you reach down to pet his ears and head while he goes down on you - sometimes you can see his tail wag 🥺

Leaves marks all over your thighs close to your sex because he wants to show you’re his, but also has enough restraint to put them in places only you both will see.

Jack lapped up at your pussy, lewd noises filled your silent room. You gasped as he flicked your clit with his fingers, adding more pleasure to your body. “J-Jaack.!” You whined at the loss of feeling when Jack pulled away. “Use your words, Y/N…” he whispered, staring into your eyes. You gulped when you saw his entire mouth and chin were glistening with your juices. “Please, Jack, make me cum, I-I’m so close..” you hid your face away in embarrassment. Jack’s cock twitched in his pants and blushed heavily, his tongue going back to work on your cunt. He’ll prove to be your perfect mate.

Receiving

You and Jack would be finishing up a morning jog, a rare occurrence since Vil couldn’t make it this time. After going pretty far out into the woods, you get tired and decide to pause and stretch.

Jack sees your sweat making your skin glow under the early sun accompanied by your panting from being worn out. He turns to look away, but he can’t hide the growing tent in his pants.

Once you take notice you mischievously start to tease him and take off his pants. He’s flustered because, what if someone comes by?! You tell him not to worry since it’s so early and you were pretty far out.

Back resting on a tree, Jack stands while you’re on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes. You lightly palm his heavy cock until it’s fully erect, making eye contact the whole time while putting it in your mouth.

Jack knows you can’t fit the whole thing in there, and he’s usually really considerate of what you want never forcing it to go further down your throat.

Jack likes it if you fondle his balls as well while you use another hand to pump his base.

Whines slightly when he’s close, also begins to wag his tail!! Good boy!!

Also loves to see you with cum on your tongue, whether you wanna swallow or not is up to you~

Grunting and feeling the rough bark on the tree, Jack is preoccupied with the way your mouth takes him so well. You stare up at him with droopy eyes, tongue swirling around the tip, playing with the slit on his cock. When you combo that with playing with his balls, Jack feels something snap inside him. He’s grunting and snarling lowly, thrusting faster into you, eliciting gags and moans. “I- I’m close, Y/N. I’m gonna cum…” Jack’s voice only made you work faster, pumping harder on the base. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, his milky seed exploding onto your tongue not a second later. A series of grunts and followed, as well as kisses and “I love you”’s exchanged between the both of you.

Floyd Leech x Fem! Reader

Giving

POV you are working at the Mostro Lounge and you are suddenly pulled away by a tight grasp around your arm or waist. It’s Floyd, your boyfriend!

Floyd tells you how delicious you looked while working and how he could smell you from the other side of the lounge (bro how?)

You know what he means by “taste you” when he drags you to either the nearest closet, storage room, or maybe his dorm room. You’re flustered and telling him to let you get back to work! Azul would be pissed knowing you both left out of nowhere.

Floyd’s grip tightens on your pants as he pulls them down, and he sees your wetness pooling in your panties already. I imagine Floyd would have no patience and start licking up aggressively up your panties, making a bigger wet spot

Floyd would either rip your panties or just eat you out while pulling them to the side - he’s too impatient and he just NEEDS to taste you

His droopy heterochromatic eyes are TRAINED on yours, he loves seeing the way your body reacts to him!

Squeezes any part of your body he can, your tits, nipples, ass, thighs, etc

“Shrimpyyy~ you taste so good! I knew it was a good idea to ditch work to lick you up~” he giggles furiously, licking again on your swollen clit. “F-Floyd! You, you shouldn’t leave work so suddenly like th- Aaahn~!” You keened, back arching off of his bed. Floyd was now squeezing your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The stimulation was becoming too much. “Floyd, Floyd!! I’m gonna cum!!” You started moving your hips on your own while hearing Floyd’s laughter resonate on your cunt. “Mm, Shrimpy is becoming so enthusiastic! Cum on my tongue then! I’ll be sure to lick it aaaall up~”

Receiving

Sometimes, when Floyd is in a bad mood all of a sudden, he doesn’t know why. You don’t know why, either. But you do know a way to make him feel better!

When you whisper in his ear, offering to help him, he doesn’t really know what you mean at first. When you explicitly tell him you want to suck his dick, his face immediately brightens! He’ll grab your arm and almost skip on over to a private garden around the school.

When you’re both comfortable, you pull his pants down and his cock bounces back up, already twitching and leaking precum.

Floyd is loud but he does not give a damn. Let people hear how good you’re making him feel! If someone were to stumble by, Floyd would make direct eye contact with them and smirk

Floyd also wants to facefuck you - pulling your head down and thrusting into you when he gets close! He loves the way you slobber and gag all over his cock

He is down to cum anywhere when he’s receiving oral, because he loves cumming in your pussy the most. But when he’s not doing that then anywhere else would suffice!

“Mm!! Floyd, what if someone sees us?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. You stroked his dick which was covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum. Floyd suddenly pulled your mouth back onto his cock and kept thrusting, making you squeal in surprise. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy!! I’ll protect you, and besides, I think they should see how well you’re taking MY cock!” As you closed your eyes and kept suckling on his length, Floyd’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards the rustling sounds coming through the bushes. “And, I’ll deal with them accordingly.” Floyd’s tone was suddenly very serious, reassuring you as you kept working on pleasing him.

Divus Crewel x Fem! Professor! Reader

Giving

Your relationship with Crewel was only a rumor amongst students, two teachers dating is pretty taboo even in the magical world! When asked if you two were an item, both of you waved off the question and denied all rumors, saying you were only friends.

After a particularly stressful day of grading exam papers and dealing with unruly students, you go to Crewel’s office after classes are done to unwind, simply to rant.

Crewel offers a more… physical way to destress. He snakes his gloved hands up your thigh inch by inch, fingers trailing closer to your lacy pair of underwear that he bought you himself.

After locking his office door, Crewel seats you on his desk, using some accessories on you. He would blindfold you, tie your hands, etc!

Hiking up your skirt he gently removes your panties and rips a hole in your pantyhose if you’re wearing any 👀

Crewel wants you to use your words~ he loves hearing his favorite professor beg for release, loves watching your face contort with pleasure because of him

He loves your noises and actually would punish you if you tried to hide them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked using toys on you to further your pleasure~

Gives you the sexiest eyes and smirks when you tell him you’re going to cum

“Oh- oh Great Seven, Divus…” you moan. Your arms were tied behind you as Crewel’s signature red tie obscured your vision. As he flicks his tongue over your clit with fervor you can feel how his fingers scissor open your wet pussy. “Oh, haaanh, shit!!!” You closed your legs instinctively, and gasped when he forces them back open. He tsks and stops altogether, eliciting a pained whine from your throat. “Now now darling, you know what happens to naughty girls, right?” You knew. He wouldn’t let you cum, at least not for a while. “N-no, master, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good! Please, please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl for you, master Divus..!” You whined, tears staining his red tie. Crewel knew how stressful your day was so he decided to let you off the hook. “Mm, fine pup, you’ve had a stressful day. Cum on my tongue, if you so wish~”

Receiving

As much as Crewel loves giving oral, he LOVES receiving from you. You would be crouched down under his desk after hours while he’s grading papers.

It all starts with him texting you about how he “needs help grading.” You don’t expect THIS kind of help, but the idea gets you excited nonetheless.

Crewel would be sadistic - stuffing a vibrator into your pussy or ass while he’s having you service his cock. It’s not necessarily for your own pleasure but more for the idea of him controlling your orgasms and seeing you fall apart under him.

Has a remote that controls the speed and intensity of his toys~

Has a poker face the majority of the time when you’re doing it in his office until he’s close~

Oh! He also likes putting a choker and leash around your neck to see how obedient you are ❤️

Divus pulled lightly on the leash around your neck, signaling he wanted you to go deeper. You obliged, moaning around his cock. The vibrator that was plunging into your cunt had you practically dripping onto the floor beneath you. Your bottom half writhed in pleasure as your noises sent vibrations through to Crewel. “My beautiful pet, I’m getting close… be a good girl and cum with me, won’t you?” He suddenly grabbed a remote and raised the intensity of the vibrator to max, causing you to scream around his cock. “Mmph!!” You began to suck harder, tears rolling down your face onto his thighs. When Crewel finally saw your eyes rolling back he suddenly released his hot seed into your throat, making you sputter and gag. You swallowed and proceeded to open your mouth to Crewel who was pleased with your empty mouth. “What a good girl for me…”

[solemnly-mischievous]

rivalry (d.m. x reader)

You and Draco Malfoy have a rocky relationship, at best. It'd be better to describe it as a rivalry. But all it takes is a bit of fire from your end to finally make him snap.

(AKA: I just really wanted to write an enemies-to-lovers trope for my first fic.)

A/N: Hi! First fic. Hope you like it. :)

Contains: Degradation, slight edging, d/s elements, slight dub-con (but not really; full consent is clearly given), light humiliation

Word count: 3.9K

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Normally, Defense Against the Dark Arts would be your favorite class. The spells you learn are fun and useful; Professor Lupin is always a plus, and most importantly, you’re good at the subject—so bloody good, you’ve bested even Hermione and Harry multiple times.

But lately, you’ve been finding yourself dreading the lessons. So much, in fact, that you were half-considering asking Hermione to hex you just to get out of your afternoon class.

Why? It’s a pretty easy answer when you got down to it.

Draco Malfoy.

You’d had an ongoing rivalry with the git since third grade. He’s been terrorizing you and your friends, mostly because of Harry, but along the way the two of you had begun building a personal vendetta.

(He probably hasn’t quite yet forgiven you for hexing him so badly he’d had to stay in the Infirmary for weeks, and you certainly haven’t forgiven him for causing your friends so much grief over the years.)

This year, you’d thought you could try your best to avoid him, with your upcoming N.E.W.T.s and all. But DADA had other plans.

Professor Lupin had begun experimenting with mixing up partners for class—it was, after all, a very hands-on class—and had apparently decided that cross-house interaction would build bonds and skill. His exact words were, “If they’re your friend, you’re gonna go easier on them. In the real world, you never know who you’re fighting with—or against.”

So he’d randomized the name list. You, being Gryffindor, knew immediately you wouldn’t be with any of your closest friends—but you hoped that perhaps you’d be paired with Cedric, or Luna, or anyone but—

“Your partner is Draco Malfoy,” Professor Lupin informed you when he got to your name, and you immediately make to protest.

“Her?” a voice came just as you complained “Not him”, and the students parted to reveal Draco himself, glaring daggers at you and Lupin.

“Yes, her,” Lupin replied, unruffled. “Now, pair up, everyone. We’re practicing Stunning today.”

That day, you’d fucking limped out of the classroom. Not to say Draco had gotten it easier—he could barely stand after you Disarmed, Stunned, and hit him with a nasty stinger hex just for the sake of it. (You’d gotten detention, but it was worth it.)

Today’s your second class with Malfoy, and you’ve never wanted more to be able to commit violent actions in your life.

“Please,” you whisper to Hermione as your group enter the DADA classroom. “Just one hex. I won’t even go to Pomfrey. No witnesses. You could just Petrify me, if that’s more to your liking.”

She sighs. “I’m not going to Petrify you.”

“’Mione,” you say, scandalized. “I thought we were friends.”

“Pair up, everyone,” Lupin calls out. Your friends shuffle away and you close your eyes, already getting a headache from the thought of—

“Well, well.” That fucking smarmy voice. “If it isn’t Potter’s little friend.”

“If it isn’t Daddy’s boy,” you snap, opening your eyes and glaring at Malfoy, who already has his wand out. “Bugger off, Malfoy.”

“Afraid I can’t do that.��� Draco’s eyes narrow. Clearly, he’s as displeased with the situation as you are. “What are we doing today, then? Can’t wait to knock you down a few notches. Star of the class, my—”

“Patronuses!” Professor Lupin announces from across the room, and your heart soars—Patronuses, you could do that. Harry, months earlier, had taught you how to perfect a corporeal form in exchange for tips on his Astronomy essay. He isn’t here today—maybe you could be the only one in the class to do it.

Lupin continues, “Yes, the Patronus—an essential in the world of Defense magic. We’ll be starting with just the simple basics of it. A strong flick of the wand, and the words ‘Expecto Patronum!’. Say it with me, everyone.”

You chorus the words obediently along with the class, Malfoy’s snort of derision not going unnoticed.

“Good. Good, good, now—the key to the Patronus is to think of a happy memory. It has to be strong. Remember, Dementors feed on misery—it’s the only way to keep them away. Now, go practice. I’ll be walking around to see if there’s any problems.”

“Expecto Patronom,” Malfoy repeats in a mocking voice once the classroom starts filling with the chants of fellow students. “Doesn’t Potter know how to do that one? Heard he can do a deer. Pretty weak animal if you ask me—”

“A stag,” you correct. “And it’s Patronum, not Patronom.”

He glares at you again. “Think you’re so smart, don’t you?”

“Certainly smarter than you are.” You glance at him. “Though that’s not saying much, is it?”

You give Fred Weasley, who’d circled around to hear the conversation, a not-discreet fist-bump.

“Alright then.” Malfoy spits out your last name, trying to provoke you. “Let’s see you do it.”

“You try,” you suggest, hiding your smirk. “Unless you’re too scared.”

Draco grits his teeth. Unwilling to back down from a challenge, he brandishes his wand. “Expecto Patronum!”

A thin, wispy light appears at the end of his wand—weak, but clearly visible. Classmates around you murmur as they notice it, and Professor Lupin beams as he sees Draco’s doing. “Very good, Draco! A fantastic start.”

Draco flicks his wand smugly and the Patronus charm dissipates. He smirks, shooting you an expectant look.

You take out your wand, feeling its familiar grip, and you close your eyes. You recall the memory of a weekend in Hogsmeade with your friends, drinking Butterbeer as you stroll through the snowy village, pointing out the shops and people. Unconsciously, you smile.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Light blazes so bright you can see it under closed eyes, and you open them to find a glowing golden retriever prancing out the end of your wand. It bounds around in the air joyfully, leaving a trail of light where it leaps, and circles the classroom, eventually coming back to you and wagging its tail.

Professor Lupin is grinning, utterly delighted as he takes in your Patronus. Calling your name, he exclaims, “That is phenomenal—you’ve learned fast. Very impressive job!”

You smile back, and your Patronus glows lighter in response. You quickly call it off, the light being a bit too much, and the rest of the class passes by in a haze of awed murmurs and classmates asking your advice on their spellwork. You become so preoccupied, you don’t even notice Draco’s unrelenting stare on your back.

The class ends fast, the bell tolling to signify the start of what would be a study period for you. As students trail out of the classroom, chattering happily, Professor Lupin calls you over.

“Listen, I want you to know that what you did today was truly impressive,” he says, seriously. “I assume Harry laid out the groundwork, yes?”

You nod. He smiles. “You and Harry both are very accomplished students, then. But truly—I doubt many Aurors could’ve managed what you did today.”

“Thank you, Professor.” Your words are sincere.

“My pleasure.” Professor Lupin shoots you an apologetic look. “Now, I’m terribly sorry, but I have off-grounds business to attend to—would you mind setting the classroom to rights? I’m afraid I had to push the desks and chairs back for our class, but I don’t have time to put them back. I’ll write you a note, if you—”

“Oh, no, Professor, don’t worry, it’s a study period. I’d be glad to help.”

“Thank you,” he says, relieved, already heading out the door. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, then. I’ll bring chocolate to compensate!”

“Goodbye, Professor!” you call, and he echoes it, and then he’s gone. You look around the classroom, seeing all the desks in the back, and you crack your knuckles. Time to get to work.

“Well. Quite the teacher’s pet, aren’t we?”

Merlin’s fucking beard.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy,” you mutter, turning around to find him leaning against the classroom doorframe. His blond hair glints silver in the sunlight, and his entire outline—his uniform, his stance, his dark gaze—is just… honestly, unfairly attractive.

So maybe your first impression of Draco Malfoy, years ago, wasn’t that he was a self-entitled git. Maybe, just maybe, you’d thought he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.

And maybe that feeling never went away.

Not that you’d let him know that.

“What are you doing here?”

“Study period.” He starts walking towards you, shutting the door behind him. “Couldn’t help but be curious as to what Lupin wanted with you.”

“What’s it to you?” you snap. Malfoy doesn’t reply.

“Why do you insist on being so difficult?” he asks instead, and you blink.

“Me?” you splutter. “Difficult? Fat lot of sense that makes, with you fucking insulting me at every move I make—”

“As I recall, our first interaction was you hexing me in third-year.” Malfoy sounds amused.

“You pushed Harry into the lake,” you snap at him. “You bloody well deserved it.”

Draco laughs. “Good times.”

“Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you doing here?”

“You’ve got quite a mouth.”

“My mouth is also capable of jinxing you three ways to Friday, so I suggest you leave me alone, yeah?” Your fingers twitch towards your wand in preparation, and he only looks on with derision.

“I’m just frightened,” Malfoy sneers. You barely notice him slipping off his rings, pocketing them. “Potter taught you that Patronus charm, didn’t he?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothin’. Just wondering what else he taught you.” A vengeful mood seems to have taken Draco. “You seem to hang out with him an awful lot.”

“It’s called having friends,” you snap right back. He looks as though he’s about to retort, but you push on. “Unfamiliar with the concept? Wouldn’t be surprised. Crabbe and Goyle don’t seem like the best conversationalists, are they? Just a couple of goons. Wonder why you don’t have better friends. Friends you can actually talk to who operate with more than one braincell.”

“Shut—”

“Maybe it’s because no one wants to be near you,” you continue, years of pent up frustration spilling out in a vitriolic spiel. “Because you’re a miserable bastard who doesn’t know how to be happy, aren’t you? You drive everyone away and then you go after more because you’re lonely and sad and fucking pathetic—”

“Shut up,” Malfoy repeats with a vehemence.

“—and it’s too fucking late to repair the damage you’ve done—”

“Shut up,” Malfoy snarls, and you stare into his narrowed eyes.

“Fucking make me,” you snap back, and he lunges.

You’re pinned against the wall of the classroom, Malfoy’s wand to your throat and a hand fisting your robes to render you immobile. Draco flicks his wand, ever-so-slightly, and you hear the classroom door lock with a wordless spell.

“Malfoy,” you whisper, but he cuts you off.

“Shut the fuck up or I swear you’ll bloody regret it,” he hisses.

“Draco,” you begin, and he curses.

“Fuck it.”

Gripping your robes, he leans in and kisses you.

It’s rough and demanding and you think he’s trying to hurt you, with how much his teeth scrape against your bottom lip and bite down gently, but you’re not pulling away, he’s not pulling away, and you find yourself leaning into the kiss, arching up to meet him—

He breaks away and looks at you, smirking.

“If I’d known that’s what it would take for you to shut your bloody mouth, I’d have done it years ago.”

“Let me go, Malfoy,” you say shakily, but even as he loosens his grip slightly, you show no sign of moving.

“If you’d wanted to leave you’d have Stunned me long ago,” he states, truthfully. Your wand is fully in reach. You know how to do wordless spells. And yet you let him kiss you.

“Shut up,” you grumble, still not moving.

“I think, perhaps,” Draco murmurs, glancing down at your body, “you’re enjoying this.”

“No,” you argue, and his wand digs into your neck—not enough to hurt but enough to register.

“Shh,” Draco hushes, almost condescendingly. “Be quiet, now. That’s a good girl.”

Involuntarily, you shudder at his words. They made your legs weak, and you fight off the urge to audibly whimper—what the hell’s gotten into you?

Maybe he won’t notice. Maybe he hasn’t noticed.

Of fucking course he notices.

“Oh?” The shit-eating smirk on his face is enough to make you glare absolute daggers at him. “Don’t give me that. You shivered. You liked it.”

“Shut up,” you say again, with no real strength.

“Don’t you want to be my good girl, sweetheart?” he teases cruelly, and you have to close your eyes to fight off the blush. It doesn’t work, and your face grows hot with embarrassment and arousal.

“Dear me,” Draco says mockingly. “What happened to the spitfire from minutes ago, hm? Still feeling like saying those words to me? Still feeling like being bad?”

Inadvertently, you shake your head.

“Who’s pathetic now?” he mocks, grinning, letting his wand trail a cold path down your neck, over your collarbone, until it rests on the top button of your uniform. “May I?”

The question sounds mocking, but he meets your gaze and you know he’s honestly asking for permission. And you give it to him, nodding, even as your blush deepens. Draco undoes your buttons, one by one, with tiny flicks of his wand, until your shirt is fully unbuttoned and you’re exposed to his gaze.

Draco shoves his wand into his belt and pushes your bra out of the way with an almost laughable urgency, getting a full, appreciative look at your breasts. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs. “Shame they belong to such a fucking headache, hm?”

You grumble some sort of an insult, and Draco pinches a nipple, which shuts you up effectively. “That’s what I thought.”

His hands trail down to your skirt, and instead of undoing the button he leans down and scoops the fabric up. “Here, be good and useful and hold this for me.”

The indifferent praise and the degradation combined has you obeying immediately, hoisting your skirt up and baring yourself to him, which only adds to an eddying swirl of shame and arousal pooling in your gut. Draco looks at you, stares, really, and it’s with a predatory grin that he reaches over to caress you through your panties.

“Soaked,” he observes, sounding both amused and satisfied. “You always get off this much to being treated like a right slut, then?”

“Draco,” you whine, bucking your hips up into his almost phantom touch. “Come on.”

“Is that how we ask nicely?” Oh, this bloody git. You’ll never be able to look at him again—he’s going to be so fucking smug around you.

When you don’t answer, he withdraws his touch completely, and you make a sound of protest. “No, no, please.”

“Go on.”

“Please touch me,” you try, but it’s hard to focus when you’re so goddamn wet you’re soaking through your panties.

“Not quite,” Draco muses. He’s palming himself through his trousers, and the sight turns you on impossibly more. “Come on, then—convince me.”

“Draco, please touch me,” you beg. One of your hands drift down to your panties but he slaps it away immediately, shooting you a warning look. “Please!”

“Touch you where?” He wants you to say it.

“Touch my cunt, please, Draco, fuck, I’m so wet it hurts,” you beg, and it’s true—you’re aching with arousal, and if he doesn’t touch you within the next few seconds you think you really just might combust. “Please, please touch me, I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want, just touch me.”

“If only the school could see you now,” he sneers, but even he seems to break his self-control and he tugs your panties down harshly, all but ripping them off. “Baring yourself to me and begging to be touched like a whore.”

“I’m not—oh,” you gasp, his fingers pressing into your cunt immediately and his thumb working on your clit, sending waves of pleasure so potent you almost double over. His fingers are long and thin, which is why he can press two in without preamble, and the stretch is barely noticeable.

“You’re not what? A whore?” Draco laughs. “Please. Look at yourself.”

“’m not,” you insist, but you clench around his fingers at his words and he raises an eyebrow.

“I think you’re lying.” He presses a third finger in and you whine, little sounds of pleasure escaping your lips as he works you open. “Quieter, now, or I’ll have to gag you.”

You bite your lip, and Draco thumbs your clit as a reward and incentive. “Now, tell me what you are. Be truthful, or I won’t fuck you. I’ll leave, leave you here with your shirt hanging open and your skirt up, the doors wide open. Maybe the next bloke who stumbles in might help you.”

Your eyes widen—he wouldn’t. But his gaze is dead serious. “Say it.”

“I’m a whore,” you breathe, and he thrusts his fingers into you, hitting that right spot. “Draco!”

“Say it louder,” he orders, angling his fingers and curling them.

“I’m a whore,” you moan out, bucking your hips upwards—you’re close, you’re so close. “Draco, I—”

He stops moving, and his other hand pinches your clit harshly. “No.”

You let out a gasp of shock and hurt, reeling from the denial and pleasure. “But—”

“You’re not fucking coming until I say so,” Draco hisses, undoing his belt and pushing his trousers down. “And I’m not saying so until I properly fuck you into a bloody wreck.”

His cock is already hard, and he positions himself right at your entrance. You can feel him, his tip pressed against your wetness, but not pushing in. “Draco—”

“I think,” he muses, and you want to scream, “one day I’ll drag you into a broom closet. Fuck your throat so hard you won’t be able to talk for the day. You’ll look pretty, don’t you think?”

“Please—”

“Or I’ll bring you back to my dorm, so I can fuck you until you’re screaming yourself hoarse,” Draco says thoughtfully. “Your dorm works. So long as I can ruin you.”

“Malfoy—”

“Because it’s just so—” and he pushes into you in one swift movement, fucking into you immediately with a fast and rough rhythm, “—fucking nice to see you being a slut for me.”

“Fuck!” You grind your hips along with his rhythm, feeling the tightness of your cunt around his cock, and you clench as he hits your sweet spot with the right angle, almost shaking with the pleasure that it gives you.

Draco groans your name, fucking you brutally as he chases his own release, already pent-up from the teasing and the sight of your wrecked state. “’m gonna come on your tits, would you like that? Get it all fucking messy, maybe get some into your mouth, get you fucking ruined?”

“Please, please, fuck, please let me come,” you plead him, feeling your impending orgasm barrel towards you—you couldn’t last, you can’t fucking last—

“Fucking hold it,” Draco snaps. “Hold it like a good fucking girl, you understand?”

You let out a mournful sound, but you nod—yes, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please—

“Salazar, I’m fucking close,” Malfoy breathes into your ear, his voice rough and strained. “You feel so good, love, so bloody tight.”

“Please,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re pleading for at this point. Draco exhales shakily and curses, pulling out and pushing you to your knees with such a force that you drop down, your skirt being the only padding.

“Wh—?” you try to ask, but Draco is already pumping his cock and then he’s coming all over your face, some of it dripping down to paint your breasts as he’d promised. Draco leans down to gather some release on a finger and pushes it into your mouth, eyes darkening as you suck and swallow around it.

“Good girl,” he praises, and you almost come right there.

“Draco, please,” you beg, still on your knees and still absolutely fucking desperate for release that he’s been denying you for the past half hour. “Please let me—”

“Alright, spread your legs, c’mon,” Draco guides, and you obey and then he’s there, thumb rubbing steady circles around your clit and two fingers pushing inside you once more. You whine and grind into his fingers, his touch, hips following his movement as he pushes you closer—closer—

“Fuck!” you sob as he senses your impending orgasm and stills his hand. “No—no, why?”

You sound like a petulant child and Draco laughs at you, and it’s an unfair move and a mean sound but it somehow turns you on even more. “I’m just messing, sweetheart.”

Fuck you, you badly want to say, but somehow you feel like that won’t get you what you want.

Draco starts moving again, his fingers gaining speed, and the sound of them pumping in and out of your soaked cunt sounds delightfully dirty. You’re quickly pushed to the edge again, and amidst your pleasure you eye Draco distrustfully.

“Please,” you whisper, and he smirks at you.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

And he thumbs your clit and you’re coming, gasping with the pleasure and shaking as he eases you through it. His fingers don’t stop moving, even after your orgasm has faded, and you squirm in discomfort as he overstimulates you.

“Stop—please—”

“Promise me you won’t be a bloody pain again,” Draco levels at you, and you want to glare back but his fingers curl inside of you and you yelp with pleasure and pain. “Promise me, or I’ll keep going.”

“I—I won’t be a pain,” you mumble, trying to squeeze your thighs together to get rid of his touch, but he perseveres, flicking your clit mercilessly.

“Say you’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good,” you manage, so close to sobbing from the frustration. “Please, Draco, I’ll be good, be good for you, please stop.”

He relents and you feel him draw his hand back. You close your eyes and you hear him tug his trousers back on, buckling his belt. You feel strangely empty without him—without his fingers, his cock, his touch.

Draco produces a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes the sweat, drool, and cum off your face, helping you button your shirt back up as well. “You alright?”

“Never better,” you reply, opening your eyes to see him staring at you in concern, all traces of the cruel tease earlier gone. Outside, the sun is setting, casting orange hues into the classroom, and you suddenly remember. “I—oh, bloody hell, I have to arrange the desks for Lupin—”

“I’ll do it. Stay here.”

Draco stands up and takes out his wand, flicking it twice in quick succession. A wordless spell. As you watch, the desks and chairs slide back to where they used to be, neatly arranging themselves in rows.

You’re impressed as he comes back. “What spell is—hey!”

He’s flicked his wand once more and torn your panties clean off your legs.

“Draco—what in Merlin—”

“A souvenir.” Malfoy smirks, stuffing your soaked panties into the pocket of his trousers. “And payment for the desks.”

“You’re a bloody prick,” you say, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Careful now, love. Remember what you promised.” Draco’s tone is playful, but warning. “I’m a man of my word, so you should choose yours carefully. Next time I won’t be as gentle.”

Caught off-guard, you can only nod obediently, which seems to please him. But you can’t promise you won’t slip back into old habits the very next day. Whatever the case, one thing was clear—there would almost certainly be a next time.

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[chippedaxe]

I love your writing and i was wondering if i can request how mcyt would react to a demon s/o also if you want you can make it nsfw if your ok with that :)

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Title: Demon s/o Hc's

Warnings: NSFW is included, there will be a warning when it comes up in the fic. Demons mentioned, maybe a bit of religion, praise, degrading, sub reader (dom reader for George and Karl) , maybe a bit of dumbfication idk

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia.

Synopsis: The reader is a demon and this is how their s/o (the mcyt's) react to that.

Word count: 1.3k

Note: I am not doing requests in order btw, I'm just completing the ones I feel like doing first.

- I LITERALLY HAVE A DRAFT OF THIS EXACT IDEA BUT IN REVERSE (SO THE READER IS MORTAL AND THE MCYT'S R DEMONS) great minds think alike! Don't they, :) anon?

The reader has demon horns, a spiked demon tail and fire powers.

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SFW

c! Dream

- He finds it cool and amusing to have you as his demon partner, he appreciates how warm you keep him in the winters too by the way.

- He would probably flick your tail randomly while you two are just chilling together.

- You'd use your fire to warm you two up in the winter, your body heat would be enough to warm Dream up normally however.

- He would miss that warmth very much when he's in the prison, he would feel somewhat comforted by the prison's lava however as it reminds him of you.

c! Sapnap

- He would drag you places by the tail if you were refusing to go, he would also pull on your tail to get you out of bed.

- He would snuggle up with you and collect your body heat whenever he's cold, he would be pushing you away and avoiding you when he's hot though.

- He gets so hot and sweaty around you sometimes and it'll come to the point where he has to kick you out of the room and it'll upset you.

- He of course feels bad and invites you back in immediately after, but you refuse since he made the room smelly :,(

- You can basically turn a whole pool into a sauna and he loves that, not when he's trying to cool off though.

c! George

- I feel as if he wouldn't really notice at first to be honest, he'd only figure out that you're a demon when he wakes up and you've destroyed his pillow with your horns "When'd you grow horns?" George asks.

- He will cuddle up with you at night to keep warm, his body just curling up around you and sleeping peacefully.

- Your tail sometimes rips the sheet so you have to tuck it into your pants when you go to sleep.

- You have to be extra careful while sleeping or your horns will ruin the pillows again and George won't be very happy with you..

c! Eret

- She treats you like a little pet, he will have you sitting beside their throne and will ignore you unless they need something. She will glance over and give you a bit of affection by petting your head.

- "I'm a demon! Not some pet!" you growl "Of course, dear" Eret smiles "Don't patronize me" you cross your arms and pout. Eret really does warm your fiery demon heart.

- You will obliterate and burn all that he wishes, if someone is up to be executed then you will set hellfire on them.

- Eret enjoys the way your tail wags like a puppy when you're happy "you're absolutely adorable, dear" Eret strokes your cheek "I'm not cute! I'm a brute! I'm a demon!" they laugh at you.

c! Karl

- You milk your demon privileges to the maximum "I can't go near water, I can't wash the dishes!" you lie and he believes you "I can't wash the clothes, I never learnt how to do all that in hell, sorry!" you get yourself out of many chores by doing this.

- He would probably touch the tip of your horns and then cry immediately when it pricks him, you then kiss his boo boo better "why'd you touch them?? They're sharp!" you wail "They looked shiny!"

- You're literally immortal so Karl could visit you at any point in time and you'd be there!

c! Punz

- He’d probably find you dangerous at first, worried that your fire would also be something he needed to take caution if but he calmed down when he first spoke with you.

- Your fire would be splattered uncontrollably, things would be set ablaze by accident and Punz would need to put it out (or leave it to burn if he simply didn’t care about it)

- Both if you are usually very warm people in temperature so you two being together would create some weird type of infinite heater (this also means that you two get very sweaty very often however)

NSFW

c! Dream

- He would grab onto your horns and use them as support as he thrusted into you, he would also flick your tail to tease you since it’s so sensitive.

- He would have burn marks and scratches all over him by the time you two are done, you will also almost always be leaving a trail of smoke when you’re done cumming.

- He’d enjoy the large bloodied marks he gets from your teeth sinking into him during sex.

c! Sapnap

- He would use your fire and body heat to indulge in some of his temperature play fantasies.

- He would stroke your tail and kiss your ears while railing into you, he’d be praising you and telling you how good you’re being.

- if you prefer degradation than he’d be pulling on your tail and shoving it between your teeth as a gag to keep you quiet while he fucked you dumb “dumb little slut.. aren’t you meant to be a demon?”

c! George

- You know how I said that the bed would get ruined from your demon features? Yeah a lot more than just the bed would be broken by the time you two are done fucking.

- You’d ride George when he’s feeling tired, his hands would be groping your warm flesh and he’d whine at the feeling of your sharp fangs just gently gliding over his skin and nibbling on his collarbone.

- He’d probably grab your horns if he wanted you to either slow down or go faster.

c! Eret

- She treats you like absolute royalty in the sheets, their hands will be all over you and praising you “you look so gorgeous, so perfect for me darling~”

- if you prefer degrading than he’d be tugging on your horns and pulling at a collar around your neck, they’d pull you to the floor and have you suck her off “you’re demon scum. You think you’re above me? Get down and suck.”

- He’d be petting your hair/ pulling on your hair while either fucking into your or having you ride them.

c! Karl

- Karl would touch your tail one day and then wonder what happened, he was tossed to the bed and was now getting fucked by you.

- Your tail coiled around his body, your hips shuddering as you rode his cock. “Oh god!” Karl moaned out “I’m a fucking demon; not God” you’d remind him.

- There’d be many marks on you, your arms and shoulders would be covered in scratches, your neck would be covered in small bites and your lips would probably be a bit sore.

c! Punz

- SUCH A BIG MESS. You think that being a demon automatically makes you the dominant one? Punz doesn’t fucking think so at all.

- it’s a constant fight of who is the top or bottom in your relationship. You’ll be riding him and then he’ll suddenly be trying to ram into you, there’s never a clear winner!

- Tie his hands up with your flexible tail when he’s being naughty, let him grab onto your horns and fuck your face, spit fire at him when the pleasure gets too much and you’re just not able to control it anymore <3

[tteokdoroki]

## new match ! -> atta boy.

— a/n: this came to be last night while myself and a friend were talking about our hq boys so here we are, this is my first attempt at a haikyuu drabble so i hope you like it ???

— cw: smut, mdni, 18+, sub!bokuto, handjobs, praise!kink, mommy!kink + fem!reader.

why don’t we ever talk about himbo puppy hybrid!bokutou ? your dumb pretty husky boy who sits at your door waiting for you to come home.

bo always waits for you, tail thumping on the floor as it wags behind him excitedly, he’s been waiting for his mommy all day :( cock all leaky just from thinking about you. god, puppy!bokuto would be rutting into furniture and the floor with thoughts of your mouth or your tight hole wrapped around him— he needed you so badly, he couldn’t help but stain your couch with his sticky precum :(

can you imagine the sweet, high pitched whine that would drip from his lips— slurred from the saliva gathering on his tongue as you run your hand through black and white hair, pushing him back onto the bed while your other hand slips around his slick cock, squeezing his balls that grow heaving with pent up amounts of his cum. poor puppy’s hips jump up to meet the slow pumps of your hand around him, bokuto is deliciously hard and his tip is an angry shade of red from where he’s yet to get off. “been a good boy for me bo? behaved yourself while i was a way?”

“y-yes, mommy-! yes! been waitin’ all day, m’ your good boy promise-!” poor bokuto trips over his words as you ease him into his back, girth slapping against his milky tummy while you run your thumb over his oozing tip. he’s so pretty when he’s like this, thighs parted and twitching with every movement of your hand— so warm and soft around him, and bo’s tongue hangs out in desperate pants while his head lolls to the side as you speed up the pace of your grip around him. “mommy, it hurts...please do somethin’,”

you can imagine, baby bokuto all pent up for you, his puppy ears flattening against his skull as his abs contract at the touch of your fingertips against his creamy skin. “oh my poor puppy, been holdin’ out for mommy’s cunt all day, haven’t you.” you coo, lips descending on boukuto’s skin, teeth sinking into his softness as you mark the pretty boy for all his worth. his cock spasms from the touch, hot and heavy in your hand as your wrists twists and flicks around him— pulling more and more of those precious moans and whimpers from between sweet lips. “tell you what bo, i’ll make you a deal, if you can cum for mommy i’ll let you fuck this sweet pussy until you can’t cum anymore.” you don’t give him much of a choice from there, fat glob of spit dripping against the head of his length before you take it deep into your mouth.

“t-thank you m-mommy-!” bokuto cries as his fat cock stretches open your jaw, hitting the back of your throat before you’ve even taken him half way. the way your tongue laps at his salty precum while it smears against your pink muscle makes his tail thump against the sheets and if he wasn’t so well trained or well behaved he’d have grabbed your head and forced himself all the way down your throat— but he was a good boy and he needed to cum, he couldnt wait anymore.

it doesn’t take long either, a few more squeezes to his balls and ruts of his desperate hips into the depths of your mouth and then, he’s filling that very mouth with his thick seed. when bokuto cums, he cums hard— sewn into his DNA as his primal urge to fuck and breed, the husky hybrid fills your mouth with copious amounts of white, hot cum as a brilliant bright red spreads across his cheeks. he moans from deep within his chest, lips parted in a weighty pant as only strings of saliva connect the roof of his mouth to his tongue.

his releases drips in streams down the corner of your mouth, sweet on your tongue and giving bokuto a messy view that makes his eyes cross. “atta boy, bo,” you sigh, not bothering to wipe your face as you crawl up his body— past thick thighs and his throbbing cock still slick with release. your puppy trembles beneath you, amber eyes dilated with pupils blown wide. “now be a good little bitch, and fuck your mommy till she cums.”

[undead-merman]

Could you do yandere headcanons of harpy mammon and naga leviathan please . Thank you

This one was fun to do.

🦅Harpy Mammon🦅 and 🐍Naga Leviathan🐍 (Monster Edition) GN- Reader SFW

Mammon

Appearance

Mammon is the unquestioned King of his Murder and the only Albino Crow Harpy. He always stands out in his clan.

His feathers are a snow white unlike others of his kind. The bits of down feathers on the sides of his face, the long elegant wings, and even his tail feather don’t have a trace of color to them, they shine brightly in the morning sun, and glow ever so softly under the moon.

His legs from the knee down are avian like and tipped with golden talons. One foot is large enough to grasp a human head all the way around and strong enough to crush one easily. His hands are more human-like only with sharp talons for fingernails.

His wrists and shoulders hold some feathers as well, and a large chunk of his upper back is covered in plumage. It looks so soft and plush, but the softest feathers are the ones on his cheeks.

Avian Habits

His avian instincts are extremely strong and he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing unless he’s called out, though none of the other members of his crew say anything, worried that he’ll get angry at them.

If he’s flying and notices something shiny, he’ll probably forget what he was doing immediately and dive down to inspect it. He’ll coo at it like it was a baby while cuddling it in his arms and take it back to the house to his nest and find a nice place for it.

He’s very protective of his nest and room, he gets all bristled and puffed up if someone knocks on the door. If they just suddenly come in, Mammon will screech at them.

He has a very sensitive stomach and will never admit to having one, so he’ll secretly eat small rocks to help his digestion like other birds do.

Spending time with you

At first he wanted nothing to do with you, but now he never wants you to leave his side. He doesn’t want anyone else to spend time with you, he wants to be the only thing you look at.

If someone touches you he’ll spread his wings and tail feathers out and hold you behind his back while he yells at whoever touches you. Afterward he pouts and becomes needy/broody, wanting to be touching you or if he’s mad enough just sits on you while he calms down.

Eventually he’ll have slowly moved all your stuff into his room and has made a bunch of excuses for you to stay inside his room. He wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up and go to bed. If you try to sleep in your own room he’ll whine until you open the door, or even just break in and steal you back to his room and tuck you into his nest.

He will never admit it but he loves it when you give him head pats and you brush your thumb right between his eyes. It sends such a happy shiver up his spine and all his feathers fluff up, as his tail feathers wag briefly. He’ll deny up and down that he enjoyed it that much however.

He also enjoys the thrill of carrying you around while flying. He loves to laugh at you as you hang onto him. He loves to swing you around and throw you only to catch you again. If you’re scared of heights however he’ll do baby exposure until you trust him enough not to drop you or you don’t freak out as he flies.

Whenever he sees you by surprise his feathers puff up high and his tail feathers wag a bit, as he runs towards you no matter what he was doing beforehand.

His Dark Tenancies

In his mind, you’re already mates ever since you hurt your arm and seemed so small and fragile. After the event you were constantly tailed by him. He's right at your heels even when you don’t want him to be, you’d be able to feel his eyes on you at all times.

He LOVES your smell and he loves leaving you smelling like him too. He scents you often, nuzzling his nose and cheeks on the back of your neck and wrists and anywhere else he can.

You’ll have some freedom, he’ll allow you to wonder the House of Lamentation but should you for any reason make him feel like you and his brothers are getting to close or you prove your self ‘untrustworthy’ he’ll take you to an isolated mountain nest, the location only known by him and his Murder.

You’ll have your freedom there too, but it’s really hard to call freedom. If you wander too far you’ll freeze to death and even before you perish one if his cronies will take you back. Always watching and waiting to bring you home to their master.

If anyone came to try and ruin what you two have, he’d make sure they were beaten to within an inch of their life, promising to whoever it was that he’d kill them if they ever tried again; gathering black mail and pressuring them to give in and forget everything that happened between you all.

If they continued to threaten you two, Mammon would simply let his Murder tear them to pieces and leave them to fester and rot. or if he’s feeling particularly angry that day, he’ll crush their skulls with his claws.

Misc Stuff

He likes the rain, even more he loves thunderstorms. He likes to sing in the cover of rain and he has a beautiful voice though he’s extremely self conscious of it. If he trusts you enough he’ll sing to you but he gets too embarrassed to finish the song.

His songs can influence the listeners emotions, he can make you feel giggly, angry, or scared at any point.

He hates being called a ‘bird brain’ He always gets all hissy and throws a bit of a tantrum before giving them the silent treatment.

Leviathan

Appearance

Leviathan’s body is monstrously long and extremely lithe. His tail constantly curling into perfect loops. His navy blue scales are perfectly smooth and he has black and neon yellow raindrop patches.

He has large hands, larger than most humans, his fingers have transparent navy webbing. His fingers are tipped with long black claws with navy blue coloring. His claws secrete an oil which if entered into the bloodstream could instantly kill a whale, let alone a human. In order to safely touch you with his own hands, instead of his tail, he wears special gloves that prevent the oils from seeping through.

His fangs and indigo forked tongue are long and poke out of his mouth. If bitten he has a completely different venom which causes complete paralysis for a few hours and extreme fatigue afterwards.

He has fined ears which twist and flick with his emotions, they have yellow speckles which glow in the dark or if he’s mad or upset enough.

A Water Naga’s Daily Life

He is not a mermaid. He doesn’t have a tail fin, he doesn’t sing, and he doesn’t play with cute dolphins, he’s a scary monster and he hates it.

He’s nocturnal and bright lights hurt his eyes, if a bright light is suddenly flashed at him he’ll curl into himself in a corner while nursing his burning eyes.

He uses a heating pad, since heat lamps are a nuisance, to warm his cold blooded body, he’ll also listen to the weather forecast to go out on humid nights and lounge while playing on a handheld console to pass the time.

His skin gets really dry if he’s not in water, he gets particularly cranky when dehydrated don’t let him get too dry or he’ll turn into his true water monster form and destroy everything till he can get to water.

He has adaptable lungs so he can breathe in both air and water. He often just sleeps in the bathtub full of water. He enjoys mostly being in water but will breech to play games.

Spending Time with You

He only wants alone time with you, nothing else matters besides spending time alone with you. He prefers it to be inside, but it doesn’t matter what your doing be it baking, playing video games and watching anime it doesn’t matter to him.

Since there's no sun in the Devildom he doesn’t mind taking you out so long as it’s not too crowded and you can bring water bottles with him. He loves waiting in lines for events with you sitting on his tail helping to keep him from drying out.

He loves lounging with you. Be you swimming around his immense body or using him as a flotation device. He likes being in his element with you, it makes him feel so euphoric to see you swimming around with streaks of light beaming through the water on your face while your hair floats around you like a halo, you look so innocent and warm.

He always has his tail wrapped around one of your legs, he even does it unconsciously, he has a fascination with your legs he finds the appanages cute. Sometimes he’ll even wiggle your toes if he thinks you aren’t paying attention.

His tail quivers if you gently pat his head and praise him, he always covers his head and shrinks down but he loves every second of it. He also loves it when you scratch behind his ear, he lets out a soft whine of content.

His Dark Tendencies

He does NOT like anyone seeing you at all. He wants to be the only one you pay attention to or even think about. He’ll have a nice comfortable chain for you so you can’t leave the room. He’ll want to do everything for you, feed you, dress you up as his favorite characters, clean you, he sees you like a little doll to play with and dress up.

If you make him upset he’ll bite you and force you into a paralyzed state you can’t move, you can’t talk, you can only watch and listen to what is happening around you. He punishes you by just leaving you there unable to move, unable to eat or drink, he’ll only come back when he feels you’ve learned your lesson.

He loves to play with your hair, petting it with dangerously sharp claws. He loves how soft it is and the color is just so appealing to him he can’t help but admire it. While he may be self deprecating he at least knows he is capable of keeping you in your place.

He does not like competition or anyone ruining his time with you. As soon as it becomes a problem to him, he goes into a fit destroying whoever it was who made him angry, afterwards he clings onto you like his life depended on it.

He sleeps with his tail completely wrapped around you. That way he can be close to you and you don’t have a chance of slipping away from him as he sleeps. His tail is heavy against you and just a light squeeze from him could break you.

Misc Stuff

When he sheds he complains constantly of the itching. He applies lotion and will be so grateful if you help him apply it, but after shedding his skin is very sensitive and he hides in his tank with Henry until the sensitivity calms down.

Under black light his liquids glow insanely bright, and some scales shine bright.

He has super soft hands from washing them a lot cleaning off the oils, unfortunately you’re prohibited from touching them for safety reasons.

[rvmmm21]

I would like some soft things 🥺 More Jindo!Wannie?

look at all this [spits] self-indulgence. also that pink fever medicine i have a personal vendetta against. it was an actual thing from my childhood and it wasn’t pretty.

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The vampiress knows something’s up the minute she stirs to the sound of soft sniffling and clogged breathing. She glances a sleepy gaze down at where there’s slightly too much warmth radiating from the little body curled into her front. Something pulls at her heartstrings hearing her baby let out shivery whines as her body fights a temperature. Poor puppy isn’t having the best of luck in the health department, it seems.

But, it’s just a small cold, nothing to fret about! A spoonful of fever medicine, some butter biscuits and an extra heap of mummy’s love is all the TLC she needs, right? It’s not the end of the world—

— is it?

From the grippy hands and the pleading whimpers when she tries to get up from the bed, it kind of sounds like it is. Curse everything for always being so far away.

“No leave, mummy,” Seungwan hiccups out, blinking wide, shiny eyes. She sounds like she’s at death’s door and Joohyun tries to hold in a laugh at her poor, painful baby, cruel as it may seem. “Wannie… h-hurts…” 

The way the tears burn a bit more than usual only makes Seungwan want to cry harder. Joohyun coos, reaching over to grab a tissue from the bedside table to tenderly dab at tear-streaked, cotton-candy cheeks. “Shh, it’s okay, puppy. Mummy’s just going to get things to make Wannie feel better, don’t need to cry. Be a big girl and stay here for me, okay?”

Joohyun darts her eyes to a small friend peeking out from the edge of Seungwan’s pillow. A small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she readies herself for her Emmy Award Winning role as Loving Vampire Mum, co-star to Seungwan’s melodrama and fever tears. Pippin finds himself plucked from his regular cozy spot and held nose to nose with his creator.

“Oh Pip,” Joohyun makes sure she sees those chocolate ears twitch in response to their second favourite name in the world before continuing to instruct, “Wannie isn’t feeling very well today. She’s very strong and brave, but she still needs lots of love while I’m gone, okay? Can you do that for me?” From the corner of her eye, a tiny arm outstretches in the direction of the mouse to lightly grab at the cotton tail dangling from her grasp. Her smile softens and she delicately places him in Seungwan’s open palm before swiftly making an exit, all too eager to return for an all-day cuddle. 

Left all alone and too sickly to even formulate the words, Seungwan simply presses his tummy beans to her hot forehead, hoping her best friend can read her mind.

Is Wannie gonna die?

Pippin can’t answer that, he can’t really say much. He would say ‘no’ if he could, give her kisses if he could. But he just looks at her through his criss-cross button eye and offers his poorly owner a soothing scent and a comforting squeeze. Seungwan gratefully accepts, giving him a weak little sniff before snuggling back down into the duvet, burying her nose into Joohyun’s pillow. 

A few moments later, the vampiress returns to a frowning puppy, eyes closed and cradling her stuffie. Moving as silently as she can, Joohyun sets the tray of medication and biscuits and milk down on the table. She catches a fluffy ear tip between her fingers and then sandwiches the warm thing gently between her palms to gauge the fever level. 

Oh, ouch. Poor baby. You definitely need a spoonful.

She looks down at the bright pink bottle, then the snoozing pup. Her next challenge is taking the gamble with Seungwan’s cooperation. Medicine time doesn’t usually sit very well with Seungwan, and Joohyun definitely knows this. Come on Wannie, be a good girl today. 

She can only breathe a sigh of relief when Seungwan sits up all by herself, hanging her head that weighs as much as a bowling ball, mocha-latte ears drooping so lifelessly they almost disappear into messy locks of golden-brown. Despite this, the girl instinctively begins mumbling nonsense when Joohyun leans down to press loving kisses to the base of her ears. 

“Okay baby,” Joohyun whispers right into a sad ear between kisses, soft breaths ruffling the fur. “You ready? It’ll be over before you know it.”

The slightest nod.

“Alright Wannie-ah, here it comes.”

Seungwan screws her eyes shut and holds her breath. It tastes awful— and then it’s over.

Watery eyes unmistakably sparkle when her treat for being such a well-behaved pup is held up to her nose. She takes a couple of mandatory, searching sniffs to absorb the thrill of a butter biscuit before excited crunches fill the room. Joohyun’s eyes fall to the intermittent puffing from underneath the duvet accompanied by small, dull thuds.

“Wannie! Happy tail already?” A smile caresses her lips as she lifts the weight off Seungwan’s legs to allow wagging fluff to spring free. 

Seungwan distractedly murmurs a stuffed-cheeked thank you. “Mm, luv yu mummie.”

Joohyun gets back into her side of the bed and looks down at a puppy who’s definitely already starting to feel better. “Gift-wrapped?” She asks a question she surely knows the answer to.

Crescent moon eyes form as soon as Seungwan gets the duvet snugly tucked under her. ‘Gift-wrapping’ was a term coined by Joohyun as a fun way of satiating Seungwan’s curiosity as to how her Christmas presents must feel waiting under the tree all night. But secretly, it’s Joohyun’s way of letting her Wannie know how precious she is to her. More than any gift in the world.

After the initial worming around has settled and Seungwan feels herself succumb to sleep again, Joohyun picks up a patiently waiting Pippin from the edge of the bed and tucks him in with Seungwan. He’s nice and toasty warm, nestled safely right under her chin so she can sniff him whenever she needs to. 

Joohyun’s heart melts at the way those fluffy triangles are starting to flick fondly at being a puppy burrito snuggled in bed with the two loves of her life. Suddenly, Seungwan squirms to reach for another dino biscuit, ruining her burrito slightly. She fixes it with a predatory gaze before obliterating it to crumbs.

Well, three loves.

– – – – –

vague image of what i imagine Pippin to be like.

[sooibian]

Catch These Hands

Pairing: Baekhyun x Fem!Reader

Description: Living with Baekhyun comes with its own challenges

Themes: Fluff (surprise!!!!), established relationship, make up artist and masseur Byun, a little bit of byuntae, and one (1) Eminem reference lol

Prompt: @/notyourenglishprofessor : You SAY you didn’t eat in bed but these crumbs say differently.

A/N: Happy Birthday @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt​ !!!! here’s your biggest pet peeve woven into a bbh fic! Hope you enjoy it XD

Word count: ~ 1.7k

Nights out have never agreed with you. It’s 2 a.m. and your feet hurt from the heels, your head hurts from the drinks, your little black dress (your best friend sure does have a penchant for party clichés) is mocking your food baby, your makeup feels clumpy - maybe you overused the setting powder but you wouldn’t know because the complex art of blending cosmetics has always eluded you. How do they make it look so easy in YouTube tutorials?

As you’re keying in the passcode to your apartment, despite all the malaise, a sudden surge of comfort courses through your veins at the thought of your adorable boyfriend asleep in a clean, cozy bed, engulfed in warm and fresh sheets that exude the fragrance of a spring meadow - courtesy of your brand new laundry detergent. You imagine he is dressed in his snuggly pajamas, with his lips slightly parted, dark hair tousled, and your ostrich plushie clutched to his chest. Ever since you started living with him, you’d never spent a night away from home but the one time you returned after a weekend long Neuroscience conference, you found your plushie resting in the comfort of his arms. The next morning he insisted that he didn’t know where it came from.  

‘Time to catch him red handed’, you smile to yourself.

Kicking off your heels and scraping your hair up in a bun, you tiptoe to your bedroom and the faint melody of Baekhyun singing in a highly expressive croon falls upon your ears.

Tell me you’ll love again, come back to me again..

He should’ve been long asleep and while you can’t wait to crash out either, you allow yourself the pleasure of eavesdropping on his heavenly vocals that always sound especially sweet when he’s wrestling sleep. Until..until you hear it.. the sharp crunch of plastic which sends you barging into the bedroom with exasperation painted across your features. 

Baekhyun clamps his mouth shut. 

Instead of jumping out of bed to wrap you in his arms, he uncharacteristically stays burrito-ed in his duvet, fixing you with an apologetic gaze. Elbow crushing the pillow underneath him, shoulders crouched, lips pursed, hair dishevelled, pajama bottoms scrunched up to his calves, he tries to blink away the very apparent guilt in his eyes. Your ostrich plushie lay on your side of the bed as if its neck had been snapped like a popsicle stick. 

As you loom over him, lower lip wobbling, he pushes his weight further down the pillow but the tail end of the red Orion choco pie wrapper teasingly peeks from underneath it, glimmering in the cozy golden lighting of the bedroom, already chuckling at the drama that is to ensue.

You’re too tired for this.

Without a word to him, you grab a bunch of blankets from the dresser, shut it with a loud bang and stomp out of the room while Baekhyun’s bearing is that of a frozen frame. As you’re questioning your life choices and are about to vent your frustration on the irreproachable couch, your weary gaze finds the bane of your existence again - crumbs. White, inelegant fragments of food conspicuous against your tan sofa.

They say the more you try to avoid something, the more you create it. This was unequivocally the worst quote you’d ever read. You created nothing! You were not the one to leave this slew of crumbs on the sofa neither did you leave a pile of crumbs on the bed! It was all Baekhyun! 

You’re way too tired for this.

Drowsy, you lie down on the floor, curled up in the many blankets, although still cautious as your piercing eyes doggedly probe for more evidence of Baekhyun’s insolence. Surprisingly, the rug was clean-ish. It was almost as if he had planned on you sleeping on the floor tonight. This thought fuels the rage bubbling in the pit of your stomach so you force your eyes shut to avoid a shouting match this late in the night. 

The shuffling sound of footsteps grows closer and you’re determined not to give him the satisfaction of even a glance. The sound comes to a halt and you feel a gentle caress of warm fingers ghosting over your cheeks which is quickly replaced with a smooth and cool touch of a cotton pad against your eyelids, cheekbones, jaw line, with a distinct scent of micellar water wafting in the little to no space between Baekhyun and you.

You continue to play dead as he’s quietly and deftly taking your makeup off while delicately holding you up by the back of your neck and you coyly move your face from side to side to allow him better access to every inch of your skin.

“Too much setting powder”, he whispers.

Darnit!

“Still so pretty”, he remarks in his dulcet voice. Your head now rests in his lap and he’s gently moving his thumbs in tiny circles under your brows, working his way from inside out and continuing the movement all around your eyes and ending back at the bridge of your nose, almost lulling you to sleep.   

At this point every cell in your body is waging a war against your now weakened spirit that’s continuing to disregard him yet you find yourself revelling in his mellow affections.

“It’s a rookie mistake. Not to worry, baby, I’ll help you get it right the next time.” He reassures, planting a soft kiss on your pout.

“Right”, eyes still wilfully shut, you chastise him, “maybe when you find the time from eating in bed.”

“Yah! Don’t be like that.” Baekhyun whines, prying your eyes open with his fingers, not-so-gently.

You smack the back of his hand and sit up cross legged facing him. He stretches his hand out to pat your head and you smack it again invoking a look of pure confusion in Baekhyun’s soft features. His hand is now barely an inch away from your lips and he commands with a raised brow, “Now kiss it better.” 

“Ew!” Your hand strikes the back of his, again. “How many times do I have to tell you not to -”

“Not to eat in bed!” Baekhyun completes your sentence with a deep sigh, “I know and I wasn’t -”

“Do not lie to me Byun Baekhyun!” Warning him, you wag your finger as annoyance betrays your voice, rendering your pitch shrill. Dusting the corners of his mouth with the pads of your fingers, you sneer, “These crumbs say otherwise. You know I hate it when you eat in bed! It’s ...It’s….disgusting! And -”

“And?” 

“You always ignore my post-its!”

Baekhyun huffs and runs a hand through his hair. Letting on a forced smile, he reasons, “We’ve been living together for three years now. I think it’s time you stopped leaving ‘do not eat’ post-it notes on everything you buy!”

Tilting your head to the side, you explain animatedly, “First of all, you won’t let me buy snacks on our grocery runs because they’re unhealthy or whatever and you want to bring about a stupid dietary reform in the household which, by the way, is failing miserably - ”

“Yah!! We’re still in January, don’t be such a pessimist!”

“Do not interrupt me! The few that I do manage to sneak into the cart are mine and mine alone!”

“It’s just that..the ones that you buy taste better”, he mumbles, unveiling the most powerful weapon in his artillery - the pout.

“That is the most ridiculous thing that’s come out of your mouth today aside from the crumbs! I imagined you’d be...”, it’s nearly 3 a.m. and you’re starting to descend into a fugue state, “you’d be...curled up in bed like a...like a... cooked shrimp with a plushie clutched to it’s chest!”

Visibly offended, he flicks your forehead and bellows, “Cooked shrimp!? It’s called the fetal position. Look it up!”

“I know what it’s called!” Your livid expression eases into a rather ill meaning smile, “My apologies, I took you for a grown man.”

“What in the world - I am a grown man!” His lips stretch into a wide grin and the tips of his fingers tease the sensitive spot on your neck, “would you like to see?”

“You’re disgusting, Byun Baekhyun! A grown man does not eat in bed!” You smack the back of his hand. Again.

“Strike four! You’re obligated to kiss it better now!” 

Tears start to well up in your eyes at the sight of his hand dangling so close to your face. “I’m tired”, you cry, burying your face in your hands as exhaustion and exasperation take over, “I really need you to stop eating in bed.” 

“Babe, I -” His eyes grow into large brown circles at the sight of your distressed state and he freezes.

“I feel like the crumbs will, like, turn into ferocious ants and nibble at my skin while I’m asleep”, you break into full blown sobs and Baekhyun takes you in his arms, holding you tight against his warm and comforting frame and patting your head to calm you down.

“Hush, baby”, he sing-songs, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! You go get changed into something comfortable and I’ll dust the bed, okay?”

“Can you change the sheets instead?” Sniffling, you ask him with wide, pleading eyes, a sly smile playing at your lips.

His eyebrows shoot upwards and he exclaims, “It’s three in the morn-”

“Please?” You sing-song, a little too loudly.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Okay! I’ll change the sheets.”

With his slightly dispirited face sandwiched between your hands, you ask cheerfully, “And you promise to never eat in bed again?” 

“I promise to never eat in bed again.” A dejected Baekhyun says to his knees. 

“And you won’t steal my snacks?”

You had now started to push your luck with him, but it was a risk you were willing to take.

He flicks your forehead a little harshly this time making you squeal. “Can you stop with the stupid post-its, already?”

Rubbing your forehead, you surrender and get up. “Fine! I’ll go shower now.”

Baekhyun wraps his arms around your waist. Nuzzling your neck, he coos seductively, "I’ll join you.” 

“Byun Baekhyun!”