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Short devil au fluff. Snuggles..
Veerle sighed, eyes drifting up from the book in his hands and tracing the veins in the translucent gold canopy that surrounded him. The light filtering through Maxim’s wings was dim and flickering, its source the streetlights shining through the open window. His study was now bathed in darkness save for the small reading light he’d summoned by his shoulder. The wings twitched at the sound of his breath, and the body behind him stirred. The rumble of Maxim’s voice reverberated through his back.
“Has your tiredness finally defeated you?” He asked, quiet and rough, but lacking the growl that would usually make it threatening. Veerle supposed it was as soft as a devil was able to sound.
He tipped his head back, resting it against Maxim’s chest, the blunt spines which lined his jaw scrapping pleasingly against his scalp. Humming, he replied, “Just finding it hard to focus. Words keep getting away from me.”
“Then rest,” he huffed, hot air tussling Veerle’s hair as his book was pried from him by a clawed hand. The other rested lightly over his stomach, with only the flimsy knit of his sweater to seperate the wicked points from his skin, though the thought of being disembowelled hadn’t even occurred to him.
Veerle made face, but didn’t fight the theft. “Getting ready for bed sounds… too tiring. Besides, you seem in no hurry to let go.”
Maxim’s tail coiled about the mage’s legs, and after setting the book down, returned to tighten both arms around him. The heat radiating from his scales seeped deep into Veerle’s skin, easing the ache in his spine, the peculiar ridges of muscle and bone digging into the knots in his neck and shoulders. He didn’t bother to muffle his pleased hum as he sunk into embrace. A low rumble, too low to hear but strong enough to feel, thrummed from Maxim’s chest. Veerle suspected that, had his tail not been looped around his limbs, it would be happily swishing along the lounge.
“Then rest here. I shall return you to your room before my time in this plane elapses,” Maxim said, a little muffled against the top of his head.
Perhaps drifting off to sleep in the arms of fiend ought to have inspired more alarm, maybe at one point he would have picked apart the simple offer, but instead he let his head loll against the devil’s chest. Despite the chill no doubt coming in through the window, the shielded bubble of Maxim’s wings was nothing but cosy. The heat had already weakened his muscles. It was all too easy to surrender to the steady hold and let the purring vibrations lull him into languid limpness.
“I suppose I can accept that offer,” Veerle said, eyes already slipping closed. “What may I owe you, o’ great fiend?”
“Hm. Perhaps you shall indulge me with your kisses when we next meet.”
Veerle would have scoffed had he not been so comfortable, given the meaninglessness of the request. He would be indulged one way or another. Bringing such a lofty creature down with naught but a smattering of kisses along his scaled cheeks was far too tempting of prospect for the mage to resist. While he enjoyed their bickering over their studies, he took smug pleasure in having an instant win card to play. Though, he had a sneaking suspicious Maxim’s satisfied compliance was due to the devil’s own victory at riling him to the point of affection.
Too relaxed to bother speaking, he instead clumsily found and squeezed Maxim’s hand, rubbing his thumb over roughly scaled knuckles. The fiendish cocoon tightened around him, a low rumble and the feint scent of smoke filling the space. Before Veerle drifted off he felt the faint brush of lips against the crown of his head, and the light scratch of a claw tip tracing circles over his stomach.
Oh ehh hello! I hope I don't bother, but may I request Pitaya Dragon dating hcs?? Please and thank you! ^^
Hello!!
I’m happy we got Pitaya in kingdom but, tbh, I’m just waiting for Ananas
Imagine Longan in kingdom too 👀👀
Don’t know how they would fit well into the story though hhh
Also Pitaya in disguise I’m sorry mmm
Pitaya Dragon x reader
Romantic
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They purr. It’s canon. They purred. Yes, the dragons are all just giant cats in disguise. Rub behind the little strands of their hair on the sides of their face, behind their ears, on the curve of their back, or under their jaw and they will be a mess of purrs.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Of all the dragons, Pitaya is the most vocal and willing to show their affection and/or accept yours. They like to commonly head but you or push against you. They do so lightly, but with them being a dragon and their ‘lightly’ being not-so-light in cookie terms, this can result in you falling over if you’re not paying attention, or if they bump you too roughly. They tend to bump you against you neck and shoulders, but they’ve done so to your side, back, and stomach before.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They hATE water. Being a dragon based on fire and all, water is the Pitaya Dragon’s natural enemy. They enjoy it in little amounts, like drinking a bottle of water or combing water through their hair, but they do NOT like baths or going to the ocean or any type of river. Just bodies of water big enough to encapsulate them almost whole. They will accept taking hot showers, though. The bathroom is practically a sauna once they’re finished with it.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Affections aside from head butting you like the absolute cat they are also include taking you for piggyback rides in either of their forms. If it’s on the ground they’ll mostly sticking to their reserved form, but if they want to fly with you on their back or terrify the locals, they’ll swap to their dragon form. If you ever do fall off of them, they are quick to catch you. If they were close to the ground when you fell and they could catch you, expect them to whole Maleficent-dive under you and catch you with their entire body. They’ll be a little sore from hitting the ground harshly, but their scales are almost as hard as their head. They’re mostly worried about if you’re alright.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ If you wanted to have some sort of saddle or rope or handle for you to hang onto during flights with them in their dragon form, they wouldn’t be against it. So long as it’s removable and doesn’t hinder their flying ability and keeps you safe, then go ahead. Sometimes they might fly with you in their talons (they have beans. Giant dragon beans. Squish the giant beans) if you don’t feel like being on the back or just need a quick transportation, as well.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Their scales are VERY warm. This makes for very good cuddles whenever it’s cold. You don’t even need a blanket by his point- their wings are wide enough to cover whatever part of you isn’t already by their clinginess during snuggle time.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They love getting into random fights with just about anything. Dragons, people, dogs, cats, furniture. You name it, they probably have a story about sparring with it. Mr. Sprinkles has learned not to come anywhere near Pitaya.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ This dragon is a big tease as well! They’ll tease you on small things you like and do, all in good fun. They can get a little overboard, but their teasing usually ends in either a good laugh or a small head but from them, to show they are just being a little nuisance to you and they don’t mean anything they say.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ The furniture is not safe around them. Either by accident or on purpose, you go through a couch every month and a bed every two. Someone please save the furniture, they don’t deserve this.
Miso and her cub Soup are a perfect example of how little floofs grow up to be big floofs
What would a Delphox-Mewtwo hybrid look like?
FLUFF
My, my, those eyes like fire, I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
Look at this lil cutie I saw just hanging out this morning!!! SO PRETTY 🥰
@neonflavoredbees I feel like you'd appreciate this little fella ☺️
Schutters van wijk VIII in Amsterdam onder leiding van kapitein Roelof Bicker, Bartholomeus van der Helst, ca. 1640 - ca. 1643, Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam
drew Juniper (a vtuber) in her swimsuit hehe
for those who are interested in checking her out, here is her twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/juniperactias