โฐโโค MALLEUS is an incredibly, gentle lover who's aim is to please you as much as he possible can. He feels as though if he does not try his best to be gentle, you'd eventually see him as everyone else does...intimidating and aloof. He never wants you to doubt his love for you and his genuine happiness to be with you. He sometimes would seek advice from Lilia on what to gift you and how to improve his courting skills.
โฐโโค MALLEUS' biggest fear would be to lose you, be it to death or his worry he'd drive you away with his inexperience, it would be his worst nightmare to watch you slip through his fingers. And god, to watch you age, that would torment him forever. He would not stop until he has found a way to make you remain by his side...forever - and he would use any means possible.
โฐโโค MALLEUS loves the smell of your pheromones, not only do they drive him insane (in the best way possible), it's also incredibly calming to smell you, to remind himself that you're real and not a figment of his imagination that was made through his loneliness. The smell of you just calms his entire being in a way he's never felt before, and he would never take that for granted.
โฐโโค MALLEUS loves it when you stroke his horns and trace their patterns with gentle strokes that causes shivers to run down his spine. The sensation always brought out a soft, gentle pur to escape from his chest. His cheeks would become flushed in embarrassment when he realises he was melting under your touch. He's meant to be the one in control, the one to protect you and shelter you, the thought you'd see him become a blushing, purring mess was insulting to his pride. But deep down, he did not mind feeling this way - not that he would ever admit that.
โฐโโค MALLEUS' tail is incredibly sensitive and when you hold it against your chest, his eyes threaten to role back and his tongue to flicker out from the overload of pleasure - but he doesn't. Not when he sees you sulking over something with that pout on your lips. Your happiness comes first, and if his tail comforts you, then so be it, he'll try his best to force down his primal urges, unless you say so. Though, it will be difficult to stop the bulge forming in his pants and the sweat being produced upon his neck.
โฐโโค MALLEUS is incredibly territorial over you (he's a dragon fae after all). You're his mate, his true love and forever. He'll instantly mark you with his scent every morning before you wake up in his arms (after he had snuck you into his dorm through any means possible). His head will be buried in the crook of your neck and his tongue would be lapping at the soft skin where your pulse lies beneath his forked muscle. It's become a routine for him by now. He has to ensure everyone knows you're his, and for him to calm his nerves as well. Sure you might not know, but he'll tell you someday...He just doesn't want to lose his beloved soulmate after all.
โฐโโค side note: Don't forget about the gargoyle watching. Please do try to look entertained, a moody MALLEUS is never a fun sight (adorable as it may seem with that pout of his). His heart is incredibly sensitive.
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CUM EATER ft. BOOTHILL, JING YUAN, AVENTURINE, SUNDAY.
ืโฐโโค BOOTHILL is definitely a cum eater, he'll lick you so clean and relish the feeling of its sticky warmth upon the skin of his cheeks while BOOTHILL shines you that toothy grin of his, "Darlin', you really went all out, didn't ya? And all for me. I fudgin' love it." If his cheeks could flush, they fucking would while all you could do was glance down at BOOTHILL through those lashes of yours with that fucked out face. It nearly brings him to a short circuit every time. But you could only yelp at the feeling of his metal, sharp teeth gently piercing themselves into the flesh of your thigh as a groan of ecstasy could be heard, "but I ain't done with ya yet."
ืโฐโโค JING YUAN seems to be the type to watch you swallow every drop of his own, the way your tongue would swirl around the throbbing head of his cock before placing your wet mouth upon it to capture the hot, thick spurts left JING YUAN in a state of whimpers and complet dumbification. And let me tell you, JING YUAN is definitely panting with his cheeks all red while his fingers tighten themselves around your hair, "You know how to make me weak. It's exhilarating. I needed this." His cock would soften against your lips - and he'd watch it brush against your mouth every time it softens.
ืโฐโโค AVENTURINE will literally swallow every drop, he'd even go the extra mile to lick you right clean while his eyes would never stray from your own. If this was how you wanted it, then by all means, he'll give it to you. He knows exactly what makes you tick and AVENTURINE would curl his fingers around your walls once last time before he'd pull his lips away - a pop sound being heard as that sly smile of his would slither across those sinful lips of his. But in all honesty, his reaction and emotions will all depend on how far you both are in terms of either using one another...or falling for each other, "Use me all you want, darling, I always get something in return from the gambles I make."
ืโฐโโค SUNDAY would have you quivering against his mouth, having had felt the warmth of your juices leaking onto his lips over and over again. His need to drive you to pure submission and for his name to be fallen from your lips with tears down your cheeks is a necessity. To have you at his mercy. And fuck, you really are as you watch SUNDAY through wet lashes and flushed cheeks - watching the way his tongue slowly ravished itself around you, swirling itself around every spot of cum left behind from your quivering ecstasy. You could barely take anymore. Oh to hear you beg for him to stop is like music to his ears as his wings ruffled and spread out in mockery to your words, "You're exquisite. The sound of my name from your lips makes me think that perhaps you'd like to come undone for me again."
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เผโงโห. summary โ Your regular customer can't take the hint and will do anything to have his metallic c*ck buried deep within your walls, what will happen when he offers you a game to play? Will you win, or will you lose?
เผโงโห. pairing โ Boothill x gn! reader (mentioned folds once)
เผโงโห. status โ acquaintances to lovers, Boothill wanted your affection, so, he decided to take it.
เผโงโห. situation โ fingering you with his metal digit, oral, Boothill wants to be inside you.
"That's it darlin'."
'How did I get here?', you thought to yourself, feeling the way his digit curled along your walls and for his tongue push against your bundle of nerves in a way no one else has ever before, causing you to gasp out as your walls tightened around his finger and his his name spilling from your lips like a damn, sweet hymn.
---- Right...that's how you got here. ----
Your eyes narrowed as you cleaned a tankard with a wet cloth, hearing the way the doors of the saloon suddenly opened and those grey eyes found themselves upon you - as they always did.
And so, that mischievous grin slithered across those thin, moist lips of his before he made his way to you and opened his arms wide with that joyous warmth of his, "My favourite bartender!" His sharpened teeth sparkled in the light of the lamps while all you could do was grimace as you glanced down at the tankard you have now definitely cleaned for sure, "You again."
You heard him slide a stool back before perching down upon the steel lazily and in content. But oh how you wish you could swipe that fucking, cheeky smile of his off that sweet, dashing face of his, "You know it, darlin'. And my usual please, you beautiful, sweet thing I wish to call to mine." Your eyes glanced up into his own, clenching your jaw since that voice of his could make anyone fall to their knees. Anyone but you.
Well...that's what you kept telling yourself.
Those devilish red pupils felt as though they were staring into the depths of your soul and beyond, causing you to involuntarily bite your lip with a huff and face your back to him before frowning, "Liquid isn't good for your system. You know that." Boothill couldn't help but slide off his red hat from the soft, white locks upon his head, closing his eyes with a chuckle, "Awww...look at that! Ya care for me!" He laughed out, leaning over the counter before his tongue slithering across his lower lip teasingly with a smirk, "but hey, since ya seem so worried, wanna know what's not good for me? Not having ya by my side...so why don't ya solve that little problem for me and become mine?"
Your lips downturned, causing you to glare at him from over your shoulder while the golden, honey liquid of the whiskey poured into the crystal glass he always uses. You wanted to open your mouth - to say anything - but your cheeks had already flushed and of course that alone made him lean back on the stool in triumph and glee. His arms crossed over his metallic chest with a cocked brow and grin, "Well, would you look at that, feisty over here got em red cheeks just because I'm so damn smooth like the functioning gears of my system."
You ran your tongue over your teeth, sliding his drink towards him before scoffing, "You think you know everything?" "That I do, sweetheart", he raised his brow mockingly while he placed the rim of the glass against his lips before chugging it back and swallowing it all in one gulp, "and ya always got the best shit here too, makes me wanna come here even more. You being my ultimate prize of course."
He placed the glass down upon the metal counter, his metallic finger sliding along the rim as he gazed at it thoughtfully - only to bring his stare back up at you, "Let's play a game. If I win, I getta take ya back to the motel and make love to ya hard. If sweetpea here wins, then I'll never bother ya again. Whadda say, love?"
"And if I refuse?", you managed to choke out from the bluntness of his words, feeling the way your eyes narrowed and your body stiffened from the visual image that spilled across your mind. Your legs clenched together. The question alone made his lips coil upwards ominously, "Then I'll keep coming back here everyday until I have ya beneath me and forever by my side."
His sharp teeth glimmered in the yellowish light.
You sighed, pinching your brow before leaning against the counter and staring into his piercing eyes of his. Your shoulders tensing in annoyance, "What's the game?" "Straight to the point, I like it", he chuckled cheekily before sliding the glass to the side and reached into his back pocket of his trousers.
Your eyes slightly widened at the deck of cards he sprawled out upon the metal, causing your irises and pupils to fill with a curiosity that made your heart stammer and your stomach flutter in what the outcome could be.
'No, get a grip on yourself damnit!', you breathed in out in irritation from your thought.
He ran a hand through those luscious, white locks tipped in black, brushing his bangs away from his eye and bringing his gaze upon your own with that gleaming smile, "Rules are simple, really. Ya must draw three cards...and if I guess them right. Ya coming home with me. If I don't...then well, I'll never bother ya again. Deal?"
He bit his lip, feeling his stare burning into the depths of your mind until you sighed, nodding your head, "Fine. Deal." The hissing and steaming mechanics of his system slithered into your ear over the chatter of the saloon as though in happiness to your cooperation, "Good darlin'. Now, be a sweetheart and pick away." His hand gestured to the array of 52 cards laying in front of you with a lazy smile.
You closed your eyelids, taking in a breath before opening them again and glancing down at the selection, biting your lip in thought. And soon enough, you gently picked three cards which lay far apart from one another and brought them to your eyes, 'No way in time will he ever get this right.' You slightly smirked to yourself. You then raised your head, licking your lips, "I'm ready, cyborg cowboy." Your stomach fluttered from your own courage.
The cowboy leaned back, a laugh spilling from his throat, "I always liked ya when ya teased me so hungrily. Makes my gears spin and run even faster before!" He then pointed his digit at you playfully with a smile he tried to bite away, "Let us see what you could possibly have, taken the ratio from every card there is in a deck of course and every possibility there could be." He smirked, leaning back.
The way his eyes never seemed to leave you made your toes slightly curl, forcing you to keep your stare down at the cards you carefully hold within your grasp. The apprehension of it all made your stomach tighten and some giddiness to bubble.
"Three of spades, nine of clubs and the Queen of Hearts."
You nearly dropped the three cards you held tightly. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched, "W-What...? How?" He ran his thumb along his lower lip teasingly, raising his brow in such a manner that caused your cheeks to flush and a scowl to reach your face. Of course. "A magician never reveals his secrets. And your shift ends in 39 seconds, giving you plenty of time to undo that sweet, lil' apron and come along with me so I can get you all nice and wet beneath me." He gave you that same, devilish smirk that caused your insides to churn and your eyes to glare into his own.
He leaned forward, his cold, metal fingers sliding around your wrist gently as he brought his lips close to your own, causing you to feel the warmth of his breath brush against your skin, "Unless ya too pussy for some good cyborg love?"
----- And that's, how you found yourself where you are now -----
You felt his digit swirl around your tight little hole, arching your back and gripping onto those cheap sheets like your life dependent on it.
His tongue swirled along your bundle of nerves, feeling the sharpness of his teeth graze your folds while his eyes bored up at you, watching the way you reacted to his every touch - remembering the way he had you pushed up against the door the second you entered this room and attacked you with those fierce lips of his that made you crumble.
Remembering the way his steam hissed in need to feel the warmth of your wetness around him.
"So wet for me, darlin', look at ya withering from every single touch of mine", his throat vibrated against your dripping entrance, causing you to gasp out and close your eyes in the pleasure you've been denying yourself for so long.
The pleasure of having his tongue buried deep inside you and lapping away the juices that dribbled down onto the duvet.
His other hand was gripped tightly around your thigh, allowing his synthetic nerves to buzz and tingle from the softness of your flesh and the shifting of his hard-on that straightened against the material of his pants. "That's it darlin'", he groaned out against you. The redness of his pupils flickered from the way you moaned his name with such a voice that echoed around the thin walls of his cheap, motel room, "keep saying my name like that. Keep saying it. Let everyone know who is pleasing ya with his tongue."
His finger curled again as he thrust it in and out of you, hearing the squelching sounds of your wetness fill his ears in delight as a smirk slithered across his lips before he growled out, "Jeez, just look at ya! So sweet, helling delicious! How do ya feel, feisty?"
"S-Shit", you gasped out, your fingers reached down and knotted themselves into the whiteness of his hair, knowing your thighs were threatening to close from your overstimulated hole, "so good. Fuck, so good."
"That's my sweetpea", he pressed his lips against you once more, his tongue showing no mercy as it flicked around, swirling along the wetness of your walls that clenched tightly around his touch.
The tip of his digit grazed the spot inside you that caused tears to swell into your eyes and for your voice to crack, earning a deep chuckle from the cowboy who has no plan on stopping anytime soon.
Not since you're finally his.
And only his.
"Come on darlin', cum on my face. Cum on my face again like the devil you are. Maybe then I'll reward you with burying my myself deep inside ya."
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CUM EATER ft. BOOTHILL, JING YUAN, AVENTURINE, SUNDAY.
ืโฐโโค BOOTHILL is definitely a cum eater, he'll lick you so clean and relish the feeling of its sticky warmth upon the skin of his cheeks while BOOTHILL shines you that toothy grin of his, "Darlin', you really went all out, didn't ya? And all for me. I fudgin' love it." If his cheeks could flush, they fucking would while all you could do was glance down at BOOTHILL through those lashes of yours with that fucked out face. It nearly brings him to a short circuit every time. But you could only yelp at the feeling of his metal, sharp teeth gently piercing themselves into the flesh of your thigh as a groan of ecstasy could be heard, "but I ain't done with ya yet."
ืโฐโโค JING YUAN seems to be the type to watch you swallow every drop of his own, the way your tongue would swirl around the throbbing head of his cock before placing your wet mouth upon it to capture the hot, thick spurts left JING YUAN in a state of whimpers and complet dumbification. And let me tell you, JING YUAN is definitely panting with his cheeks all red while his fingers tighten themselves around your hair, "You know how to make me weak. It's exhilarating. I needed this." His cock would soften against your lips - and he'd watch it brush against your mouth every time it softens.
ืโฐโโค AVENTURINE will literally swallow every drop, he'd even go the extra mile to lick you right clean while his eyes would never stray from your own. If this was how you wanted it, then by all means, he'll give it to you. He knows exactly what makes you tick and AVENTURINE would curl his fingers around your walls once last time before he'd pull his lips away - a pop sound being heard as that sly smile of his would slither across those sinful lips of his. But in all honesty, his reaction and emotions will all depend on how far you both are in terms of either using one another...or falling for each other, "Use me all you want, darling, I always get something in return from the gambles I make."
ืโฐโโค SUNDAY would have you quivering against his mouth, having had felt the warmth of your juices leaking onto his lips over and over again. His need to drive you to pure submission and for his name to be fallen from your lips with tears down your cheeks is a necessity. To have you at his mercy. And fuck, you really are as you watch SUNDAY through wet lashes and flushed cheeks - watching the way his tongue slowly ravished itself around you, swirling itself around every spot of cum left behind from your quivering ecstasy. You could barely take anymore. Oh to hear you beg for him to stop is like music to his ears as his wings ruffled and spread out in mockery to your words, "You're exquisite. The sound of my name from your lips makes me think that perhaps you'd like to come undone for me again."
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โฐโโค MALLEUS is already a walking disaster, but a Malleus in heat? The end of the world. Literally. He's a grumpy mess and incredibly vulnerable in a way he despises most. And when you're not around due to assignments and work? The whole college will threaten to collapse from the raging storms, forcing you to drop everything you were doing just so you can run to his dorm and calm your disaster walking, dragon lover.
โฐโโค MALLEUS is already a clingy dragon, but hell does he worsen when he's aching and needy for your warmth. He'll try to fight this damn curse he has to live with, but it's no use. And ruins his mood, causing the college to face disaster upon disaster. Your ass will literally be dragged to his dorm by Leona to calm your horny, dragon lover. Sometimes, it would even be the headmaster begging you in despair to tame your dragon.
โฐโโค MALLEUS will instantly burry his head into the crook of your neck the minute you're in his dorm. His tail will curl around your leg and his hands gripped onto your forearms with a desperation that bordered on desperation. God his pajama pants were stained and the room reeked of his pheromones and need. You could feel his bulge against your abdomen, the way it throbbed and pulsed in time with your heartbeat was both flattering and somewhat honourable? You don't know because you could hardly process what was going on from the way he mumbled in your neck, begging you for your permission.
โฐโโค When MALLEUS climaxes, the walls of his dorm would crack, hell they would even spread along the castle walls. But can you blame him? Feeling your wet walls around his throbbing ache is literally maddening and causes his eyes to roll back and his body to tremble with a sob. His cheeks would be incredibly flushed as a whimper would escape him. You could feel his nails sharpen into claws from the way he gripped your hips, keeping you on your hands and knees. God his knot filled you, stretching you so deliciously, and he wants to press it as deep as he could go. He's absolutely lost in his rut.
โฐโโค MALLEUS' cock has a green tip that's slightly pointed and his shaft tilts a little to the left as well. A few purple freckles would be littered here and there, and it was absolutely adorable. But the ridges along the top are to die for when they slide along your quivering, velvety walls and his girth is wide, stretching you as far as you could go. It drives you mad. Small, black veins would also visible beneath his pale foreskin. Overall, he's incredibly proud of his cock, especially when he sees how much you love it inside you, and it makes his ego inflate.
โฐโโค MALLEUS will remain locked inside you for hours, his knot ensuring none of his potent seed would spill from your drenched hole. He loves you so much, and the fact that you take his release so deep inside you is a turn on this dragon has never felt before. And it makes him feral. His tongue will instantly latch to your shoulder blade, instinct taking over as the need to groom his mate becomes his priority as he remains sealed inside you. You won't be able to leave his dorm for 3 days after this, he's incredibly protective of his mate - especially after breeding (he's a dragon fae after all).
โฐโโค MALLEUS' heat routine. The easy edition:
DAY 1: He'll be quieter than usual. He'll isolate himself from you and remain within his dorm as much as he can.
DAY 2: His grumpiness will be obvious and his mood will be horrendous. Clouds would be more evident in the sky as well. But when you ask him what's wrong, he'll brush it off and won't admit how much your smell is driving him mad and how his senses are heightened, so, sounds are incredibly annoying
DAY 3: You think he's already clingy, try on day three of his nearing heat. He won't be able to stop smelling you, he won't be able to stop curling his tail around your legs and burying his head into the crook of his neck. He's a pouty mess.
DAY 4: The day of the rut. Chaos. Disaster. Lightning would strike the sky and the wind would be howling furiously, causing panic through the college - and you would be dragged to his dorm to calm him in a way only you could. And he won't stop until he's spent. The stamina of a dragon lasts far longer than you ever thought.
DAY 5: The sun would be shining brightly and merrily. A very happy Malleus will be curled around you and the students of the Night Raven College would be rejoicing in the clear skies and also grumbling at the mess.
DAY 6: His clinginess will only increase, ensuring he's by your side 24/7. He'll glare at anyone who dares to approach you, be it his instincts causing him to snarl or his annoyance at your friends surrounding you. And God, if Leona approaches you...another storm will sweep the castle off its foundation. Or tempt to, at least. Please calm your dragon.
DAY 7: Ice cream dates and gargoyle watching. Please do pay attention to his every word, because he'll want to show off his great knowledge about gargoyles (more so than he normally does) and how great ice cream is after spewing a few flames. He'll also want to show off his cooking skills, he's got to impress his mate after all. Do entertain him with genuine compliments and little cheek kisses, rainbows will form in the sky. He just wants to show you that he's a good dragon with wanting to look after his mate after ravishing you whole. He's incredibly giddy and talkative on day 7.
DAY 8: Malleus is back to normal. And you? You're drained, but that's what happens when you're dating a dragon. You love him anyway. How could you not? He's adorable, handsome...sweet and caring. He's everything to you, and you don't mind his rut anyway, you find his pouts so cute.
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You could barely move as you felt his wet knot pulse along your walls, feeling the heat of his cum dribble down your thighs. A threatening growl rumbled from his throat and his fangs neared your neck in warning. You were in an utter state of sensory overload and the way his palm was pushing against your stomach did not help either.
You were exactly where you wanted to be.
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