#mutt x reader

[ambriolett02]

can we have some mutt doodles? 🥺❤

⚠️Warning: Consensual cig burns and scratches⚠️

I don’t even like cigarettes, but… I do like some pain and pleasure xD 🧍‍♀️💜

[veethewriter]

Hi, I'm the same anon who asked about Swapfell indigo and Fellswap gold! Can I ask for headcanons of SF indigo and FSG skelebros in a romantic relationship in general? Hope you have a nice day :)

SF Bros and FSG Bros in General Hcs!

(Had to do a little research for this one, so sorry if stuff seems a little off lmao don't judge. Art is not mine and I hope you enjoy! Requests are still open!!)

Nox

Now Nox is not one to shy away from the way he feels about things even romantic feelings. However that doesn't mean he doesn't go about it in an awkward way at first. At first he'll try to prove that he's better than all the other people he thinks you like. Or boast about all the things that he's good at. He'll also try proving to you that he can protect and provide for you. Though I think the longer he's on the surface, it mellows out allowing him to mature in that sense. So he'll start showing interest in you by learning about you and the things you like/wanna do.

Now once you get together, he'll want you to wear a collar he had picked out for you. A hard habit he keeps from the underground. Though if you don't really wanna wear something that big he'll get you something smaller like a bracelet or ring. It will however probably have some of his magic infused in it to ward off any monsters with bad intentions. It puts him at ease to know you have something on you when he isn't around all the time.

Dates consist of Nox setting up dates for you to, as cheesy as he thinks it is. He also believes that it shows that he cares because he took the time to set it up, even if it's a date inside. Like a movie night in the living room, with a pallet on the floor and dinner. Or an outside date like a restaurant (though it would be a fancy one since he hates greasy food). He doesn't mind if you wanna set up a date yourself, he is interested to see what you will pick.

I feel like flirting just goes right over his head, he'll probably just look at you confused like what the heck are you on about. So when you wanna show you care or that you love him, it's best to do it with actions. Physical affection does make him blush but he's not afraid to show it back, it shows him that you mean what you're doing. So even with his face full on purple at you holding his hand in public he will return it. Though he probably won't initiate physical affection himself, he shows his affection through acts of service. Just try not to eat his food yet, (he still needs some lessons in what a human can eat).

"DARLING, THE MALEFICENT NOX HAS MADE YOU LUNCH! UH- WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS NOT SAFE FOR YOU TO EAT?"

Mutt

So with mutt, it's easy for him to tell how he feels about someone, but trust is something different. He has to know for sure he can trust you before he even tries getting with you. Once you earn his trust then he'll easily confess that he likes you. Mutt is not awkward about the way he shows he loves you at all. Constant flirting and touching but if he really wants to show he cares about you, he'll buy you something you've been wanting. Mutt doesn't spend the money he makes just on anyone he's a bit greedy after all. Just like how he starts being greedy over your attention now that you're together.

Same as Nox, Mutt wants you to wear something that has his magic infused with it. Unlike Nox though he doesn't suggest a collar, he'll suggest something he knows you wear often, something you usually have on you. Like a keychain that's on your keys. Though he doesn't usually stray far from you or Nox, it'll help him relax a bit more. However, if you decide you don't want to, he'll just keep a closer SOCKET on you himself.

Dates consist of usually going to muffets or in home dates. Cuddling while he works or maybe trying some little craft you wanted to do with him. One of those guys that doesn't mind trying out those Internet trends with you. Just don't do any of the harsh ones with him, "like pretending to break up with him" trend. After all to monsters they take having an s/o very seriously, so jokes like that aren't really appreciated.

Oh this man knows what flirting is and it's kinda scary at how good he is at it. He'll flirt here and there with you just to get your reaction, to see what you'll do back. Just don't start anything that you can't finish with him~. Mutt loves physical affection, he's usually always subconsciously touching you somewhere. Standing next to him, his hand is on your lower back. Sitting down on the couch, well now his head is in your lap. Isn't afraid to start the physical affection himself, but if you start it yourself, it'll make him even happier. Doesn't know how to cook at all, but at least he knows he's bad at it. So if you depend on him for food it will be take out.

"Hey pup, we still on for our date at muffets? Heard she's got some new pastries in."

Wine

Wine knows exactly how he's feeling, however he wants to know exactly why he's feeling that way. So he takes a while to study you and your reactions to certain things, subtly testing you in certain ways. He needs to know you're in it for the long haul, not just trying stuff out. Wine doesn't show a lot of people his true self or talk about the stuff he's into. So the way he starts showing you that he loves you is by letting you see those pieces of himself that no one else but his brother gets to see. Another reason he tests you is because coffee gets very attached to the people he does actually get to know. So he doesn't want someone that will just stop showing up in their lives.

To wine, collars are a way more into the relationship thing, like marriage level or they are reserved for family members to keep them safe. So he'll try to figure out what you think of them and go from there on the whole proposal part. If he does get you a collar though he'll make sure it matches with what you wear most of the time. That way you can wear it with every outfit without it standing out too much. It makes him very happy to see you wearing it when you do.

Dates with wine are mostly filled with him taking you shopping and spoiling you. He wants you to have the things you want in life and to be as comfortable as you can. Which is why he spoils you the way he does. If you want to do something other than shopping he probably makes a romantic homemade dinner for the two of you. He doesn't trust anyone else's cooking but his own.

Another man that knows what flirting is and he's evil about it. He doesn't do it very often but when he does it'll leave you wanting for more. However if you start it, trust me you'll be the one losing in the end after all you never had a chance to begin with. It's very rare that you ever get Wine to blush or to back down. Wine somehow always knows when and where you want physical affection. You're thinking of wanting your hand held, he already has it in his grasp. You want cuddles he's already holding you.

"LOVE HAVE YOU SEEN MY SEWING KIT? COFFEE TORE ANOTHER HOLE IN HIS HOODIE..."

Coffee

First you've gotta get this guy to want to be around you, he's very anxious around people he doesn't know. So the best way to interact with him at first is to show actual interest in the stuff he likes. He can still tell when people are faking how they feel towards him. It takes a while for him to develop or even realize the feelings that he has but once he does, he'll start acting more shy and fidgety around you. Coffee shows that he loves you by remembering and learning about the stuff you love. He'll draw stuff for you but actually showing you the things he draws is a whole another thing. Just know if you wanna be with him you'll have to deal with wine first, though coffee does defend you against him if he thinks wine is being unreasonable.

Collars? Yeah there is no way coffee is bringing that up to you, he's way too anxious for that. I feel like you would have to be that one to bring it up in your relationship for this one. It's not that he doesn't want it with you, he just has a huge fear of ruining what he already has with you. He also doesn't mind following the customs you have instead of a collar custom he has. He probably would want something else anyways since he already has a collar, which is something he will never take off and two collars might be uncomfortable.

Dates are always inside dates with him, he doesn't like being around people. Most of the time it's playing video games or watching new shows together but every once and a while coffee will try setting up new crafts for you to try together. If you really want an outside date, it'll probably just be a small picnic in the backyard together. Maybe even staying out there long enough to see the sunset.

Coffee understands what flirting is but it usually goes over his head but what he does catch makes him a blushing and shy mess. Him hiding his face in his hoodie while you smirk at him, he doesn't really ever flirt back. Though if he does it's totally by accident, a slip of the tongue if you will. He'll notice right after he says it and hides back into his hoodie. Coffee loves physical attention, you'll have to be the one to ask to start it through since he has a big fear of messing things up. Though he'll never say no to the physical attention you ask to give him.

"D-did you see the n-new game that gam-me out? I-I heard it has some r-really hard bosses i-in it."

[savi-our]

Hello! I have a request

would you be willing to do a Syrup, Mutt, Edge, (and maybe possibly Coffee as well) x reader who is a cute little innocent sweetie pie who loves being lovey dovey with their bf?

Have a wonderful day/night!! ♡♡♡

☕Hi! Thank you for the request, I really do appreciate it! That being said I've only recently woken up from a stress induced motivational coma so I apologize if what I've written here is maybe a bit off.💀 I'm trying to slowly get back into writing so this is kind of a warm up/character reintroduction. I ended up skipping Coffee for now but I might add him on later in a reblog - hope that's okay!☕

FS Papyrus - Mutt

Ouch

This man would pass away.

Mutt is by no means a stranger in affection, the opposite really - but that only applies to people he doesn't really see as romantic interests, and by that I mean flings or one night stands for the pure fuckery of it. When it comes to pure and innocent romantic affection though? Stars save him. Mutt is probably the worst when it comes to pure affection, he has no idea what to do, think or how to act - and it would take him a good while to actually get used to it, so depending on what stage it is in the relationship, the reactions will be widely different.

If its new then he'd be an absolute mess, almost like an awkward prepubescent teen trying to poker face his way out of confronting his crush. Every time you'd kiss him softly, every time you'd squeeze him in your arms, every time you looked at him with nothing but pure affection in your eyes - devoid of any ulterior motive, his mind would go blank.

Even though you'd be in a relationship, he'd be crushing - BAD.

He wouldn't be able to keep his mind off of you, the way your hand fit in his, the way your smile made his soul hitch, how cute you looked on your last date. It would be embarrassing, the way he could recall every outfit you ever wore out with him without even having to think about it, the way sweat pooled in his palms whenever you held hands, the way all of his rehearsed pick up lines dried up and turned into dust whenever you blinked up at him with those big eyes of yours. He'd be a mess, and he'd make it his life's mission to hide it.

Later on he'd get accustomed to it - to romantic love that is, and it would come more naturally to him - but that comes with its own "issues".

He wouldn't be able to stop thinking about you in other ways, in ways that his dirty mind used to openly invite.

He just wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it, how innocent and pure you were, how loving, how he could make you feel good in every way imaginable.

I've mentioned this before but Mutt has a serious case of corruption kink, so you can imagine his excitement over the dynamic as a whole.

SF/FS Papyrus - Syrup

Syrup adores you - no, I mean, really. Syrup would go for any type of personality, the person just has to peak his interest in the right way - and by that I mean the way that actually makes him feel something other than utter indifference - and once that's been accomplished? There's nothing you can do or say to tear him away from you (no, again, I mean that seriously)

So a lovey-dovey and innocent s/o? He'd be very satisfied indeed. He'd take you out on the perfect dates, without you even having to tell him where you wanted to go.

He'd give you all the best gifts, even the ones you didn't know you wanted.

He'd spoil you with affection, greedily drinking in every interaction like a man deprived.

Every time you'd kiss him, he'd purr, low and needy, and often those innocent kisses would escalate because he couldn't possibly help himself - especially with how sweetly and naively you'd look at him sometimes. He'd relish the amount of trust you'd place in him, how those bright and sparkling eyes looked at him like he was the love of your life.

You drove him mad sometimes.

He'd constantly look out for you, because surely such a sweet and innocent thing like you needed to be protected, to be sheltered and doted on.

He'd protect you from the people who found faults with the way both of you expressed your love, because surely you don't need such negative people in your life - you were too pure to concern yourself with such thoughts.

He'd take care of you - every and any need you have. You didn't need to think about anything else, anything else but you and his relationship was just idle distraction, there was no need for you to go outside, in that shitty miserable world, for work or for leisure or for fresh air - he can bring it all to you instead.

You were too innocent, too sweet and loving for the outside, its best you stay right here, right where he can keep you all to himself, away from any dangers.

You don't have to worry about anything else, just keep looking at him with those sweet, innocent eyes and he'll do the rest.

UF Papyrus - Edge

Here's the thing, while I fully write the boys as characters who would absolutely go for most any type of personality - Edge is one of my more complex and needlessly opinionated characters. Why do I mention this? Because Edge has a serious upper limit to affection - especially in the beginning stages of relationships. Edge will hardly ever allow any PDA outside of the occasional hand on the small of your back or the momentary brush of his fingers against yours - and its not because he dislikes affection, its more so the consequences of his upbringing.

This also translates to private moments between his s/o. Id like you to imagine a stray feral cat, or maybe an abused fighting pit dog that is suddenly found a forever home and has to now suddenly go against every instinct he's ever had because he loves you and the last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you - but here's the thing, you cant expect him to just be okay with affection even if he loves you. So to get to the point, overly lovey-dovey stuff wont be his thing, UNLESS he's the one initiating the affection. It has to be on his terms, and believe me, he does want affection, but considering his underground had the equivalent of a deserts worth of examples of how pure and innocent affection goes, most of it will be either awkward, almost scripted attempts of recreating romantic movie scene settings OR sexual intimacy (there was no shortage of sexual intimacy examples back in his underground, it was the only affection that was deemed "appropriate") He does enjoy simple domestic things though. Cooking for you, watching you read or idle away on your phone whilst cuddled up next to him, safe and within his view. He would stiffen up whenever you leaned into him, sleepy from having just woken up. He'd love the feeling of your arms wrapping around him, you pushing yourself up against him whilst he's doing the dishes or some such, even if the gesture makes his face grow unbelievably red and his hands freeze up below the running water. The best affection you could give Edge is the very soft and delicate kind - the kind where you tell him about your day, nestled safely between his legs under the soft covers of your shared bed, your voice a hoarse whisper as you listen to his soul thrum steadily as you lay across his chest. He'd feel complete, in the calm of a gentle and understanding affection that doesn't suffocate him, but lets him sink into the warmth of your gaze, the touch of your soft hands and in the softness of your words.

[sharkie-ds]

♦️Mutt and D ♦️

I need to draw mutt more fr fr I love his design

[skeleboiii84]

Heya! I was just wondering if you ever had the time, could you do a (separate) nightmare, Mutt and dust x their s/o who loves to just randomly rubbed or squeeze their hip bones?

Ofc I can darling I apologize for the hold up! 🙇‍♀️

Enjoy~

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If you randomly rubbed up on their hips🔞👀

Nightmare:

Oh oh nah, you betta run

He's not gonna let you get away with such a seductive tug on his hips (which is one his most sensitive spots)

He might jump, watch as his face turns a bright blue as he whips his head around towards you

He's pinning you down over the counter/sofa/table/bed whatever's accessible and you better prepare your body for the fuckin of its life-

Mutt:

He'll definitely lean back into your touch, as like nightmare it's one of his sensitive spots

Man literally has no shame either like you'll be rubbing up and down his hips as he's leaning back and will deadass whine if you stop

Mf will probably whisper dirty shit in your ear like "what?, ya like seein me all bitchy for ya huh?" Smirk and bite your ear

You better pray for your legs cause you just signed up for hours of pound town

Dust:

Dust is a little bit different in the sense he wouldn't be the type to fuck you senseless for it, nah he got other kinks

He'd just stand there and let you grip and pull at his hips and cuddle him from behind

However, he WILL fuck you senseless if you rub his hips and grind on him from behind (oh honey take your chances if you dare because Jesus this mf will leave permanent bruises on your hips)

But most of the time he sees it as a little quirky way you show your affection, he thinks it's adorable when he's doing something and you come up behind him rub his hips and nuzzle into his neck

[undertale-writing-times]

🌷 with Mutt because I love them~ :3

Sure! Here you go. It's been a while since I wrote for Mutt, so this was fun.

Your parents used to be scared. When the big bunch of flowers appeared on the back of your head and never disappeared, but you weren’t. As long as they were there, that meant that your soulmate wasn’t dead! At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. You didn’t want to think about the fact that your soulmate was hurting so badly that the flowers never disappeared. Why would they never disappear? They were supposed to disappear when your soulmate's wound healed! That’s the rule! So did that mean that your soulmate never healed? What did that mean?

As the months passed and the flowers never disappeared, you slowly stopped thinking about them. They were there, and as long as they were there, your soulmate wasn’t dead! That was a good thing, at least. You looked it up and found out that the flowers on the back of your head were orange begonias. They used to mean warnings against greed and avarice, but now they mean gratitude and generosity… what a difference! Am I right?

You met your soulmate when you ‘saved’ them from something. You weren’t really sure if that’s how you would say it, but that’s how they would say it. You see, it was a really stormy and rainy day. Thunder was booming, and lightning was streaking against the sky like the claws of an angry beast trying to claw their way out of the heavens. Rain was falling hard too. The only reason that you were out and about was because it started while you were in the park.

As you were running home with an umbrella above your head, you heard what sounded like whimpering coming from an alleyway. You had to pause, turn your head, and frown. What in the world? You pause, thinking for a few moments, then you sigh and step into the alleyway. You see a monster crouched with their arms above their head, trying to block the rain from falling on them, but each time there was thunder or lightning, you saw them jolt. Their tail was whipping back and forth quickly.

Oh, hey, they were a skeleton monster! You’ve only seen, like… two of them. This was one of the two; normally the skeletons were almost always together, so what was this one doing alone? You bite the inside of your cheek and slowly step closer, standing above them so the rain wouldn’t hit either of you. “Hey,” you started, “are you okay? It’s raining pretty hard.”

Their hoodie was soaked, sticking to them, and it made them look pretty small, even if you were pretty sure that they were pretty tall. They were like… 6’5 or something, right? You had no idea; you just knew that they were tall compared to their brother! It was sort of weird seeing them wearing a collar and leash, but you heard from your friend that it was because Mutt—was that their name?—would often wander away and get lost.

They look up at you and blink, turning their head to the side. They had slight glowing tears in their eye sockets, then they smiled and rubbed their eyes with their sleeve, which was still wet. “It happened out of nowhere…” you bite the inside of your cheek and hold out your hand, saying, “Yeah, I know. Hey, why don’t I help you get home? Is it far from here?”

They shake their head and take your hand, slowly standing up from where they had been crouching. They didn’t stand at their full height, messing with their sleeves, and responded, “Not that far.” After saying that, they started to walk, and you followed after. You had to hold their hand when the thunder kept going, as it freaked them out. You thought that they were pretty cute! Friendly and they made a lot of jokes. They told you that their name was, in fact, Mutt, and you told them that your name was Y/n.

They asked you about the flowers that were on the back of your head, and you told them, “I’m not really sure; I think that my soulmate is having some issues… but I’m glad to know that they’re still alive.” That appears to have piqued their interest, but they simply nodded and moved on. 

It took a bit of time—more than you were expecting—but finally you guys got to where they lived! They knocked on the door, and it opened to show a much smaller skeleton, "Mutt! I've told you so many times not to sneak away. What is wrong with you?" He said and pulled them down to look them over, "you're soaked…" he grumbles, but Mutt's tail starts to wag, and they whisper something to him, which makes him look at you. "You helped my idiot of a sibling?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to just leave them there." You say it with a shrug of your shoulders. You didn't think it was that big of a deal. Yeah, some humans still didn't like monsters, but you didn't mind them too much.

Mutt stands up and goes into the house, then looks at you. "You should join us for dinner?" They suggested, and Lord nodded, "I agree," he added. "I have a feeling my sibling is right about something."

It took some talking, but you finally agreed, and while you guys were eating, Mutt brought up the fact they thought they might be your soulmate… they told you that they had some, uh, accident a while ago and it never really healed… and it was on the back of their skull. 

You helped 'save' your soulmate without even meaning to! You couldn't help but find it a little funny.

[tyranttortoise]

Oooo, look!  Ask and you shall receive!  Thanks guys! <3

Here’s the link.

I’m already on the second chapter, and if anyone needs a reason to read this fic, here’s my favorite part so far:

Best of all? Your bathtub had feet! Who doesn't love a bathtub with feet? Drunk you, drunk you doesn’t love that bathtub. Drunk you had stubbed many a toe on that bathtub’s cute little feet. But right now you? Right now you was filling that bathtub up with just shy of scalding water while you pick out one of your fizzy bath bombs.

The fact that I don’t do bath bombs aside, I’ve never had a fic peer into my very soul like this paragraph did.  

ALSO, pssst.  This author has a smut one-shot of Reader/Swapfell Paps.  

(Edit:  I highly recommend the smut because damn, it was good.)

[savi-our]

The Lull of the Night - Mutt x Reader 🌹

☕Heya! So this is for the poll I did a few days ago.☕ Now the drabble did end up turning into a one-shot along the way so I hope you'll forgive me for that. Its also probably not my best work, I did half of it whilst half asleep (fitting perhaps...) but yeah I hope you guys like it regardless - I've been meaning to write a soft and fluffy Mutt drabble for a while now and this was a perfect chance so I couldn't pass it up :)

☕☕☕

It was another cold night, stormy and daunting in the ominous flash of the lightning. You sighed silently to yourself, staring out the window of your house in the deep quiet, watching water droplets gather and fall upon the glass panes. You had settled on the windowsill, leaning back in thought as you stared at the gathering black clouds beyond the glass, mind drifting off in thought.

A silent knock at your door had your gaze shift to the darkest point in the room, you had left the lights off, not wanting to disturb your temporary guests and make them worry. Well, maybe not worry, you couldn't see Black coming to check in with you - stubborn as he was, so it could be only one other to come looking for your company.

“It's open.” Your voice was soft, dulled by the storm outside and it took a moment for the door to hesitantly open. 

There he was, tall and looming, shadowed by the darkness - only his bright eye lights slightly illuminating the small corner of your room.

“you're up?” He asked, his voice hoarse, more so than usual - probably due to the late hour in which he had decided to pay his impromptu visit.

“Mhm.” You affirmed and watched as he stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. You watched as he approached, almost awkwardly, brushing the back of his neck with his clawed fingers.

“Something wrong?” you asked him, tilting your head in curiosity, watching as another strike of lightning lit up the room, letting you catch a brief glance at the pale face of the skeleton.

“nah jus’…” he trailed off, his dark orange gaze trailed over you, settling to a point past your shoulder. “checkin in i guess…”

“Just checking in?” you repeated, brow raising in question. “At 1am?” 

He huffed, almost in amusement at how ridiculous his own words had sounded before he plopped himself down on your unmade bed, still warm from when the lighting had woken you up moments prior.

“still not used to it y’know…” he spoke after a moment of silence, the mood in the room almost intimate within his quiet admission.

“The weather?” You asked and he hummed in confirmation.

He let a moment pass before he started shuffling with the pockets of his sweatpants, the ones he always wore to bed, searching for something. You watched in idle curiosity as he pulled out a dog treat out of his pocket and pulled it between his sharp teeth.

You rose from your spot then, limbs still slightly lethargic from sleep as you trailed slow steps over to him. He looked up at you, hands stopping in place.

You looked down at him, trying to see what the shadows hid so expertly - his sharp golden tooth, the scarred side of his face, the piercing pair of eyes which looked at you so attentively. Always attentively, always filled with an emotion that you've only recently come to know and recognize. You knew, you knew he tried to hide it, tried to stomp it down, but it was obvious. Obvious in the way he looked at you, in the way he leaned into your touch, in the way he sought out your company.

Even now he gazed up at you, his eyes sharp but soft around the edges, trying to hide, trying to disguise the feelings in his expression. You could tell.

You raised your hand and with light fingers you trailed a line below his eye, the glow of it intensifying at the contact.

“what’re you….?” he trailed off, his voice unusually quiet, guarded almost before the softness of your touch. You hummed, trailing your hand down the edge of one of his scars and listened as the lull of the room was broken by his silent inhale.

“You shouldn't smoke before bed.” You said quietly, distracted by the sight of him, even within his imperfections, his jagged scars, his sharp edges, he seemed so… alive. Ironic perhaps, considering the monster before you was indeed a skeleton. 

Your hand landed on his dog treat, lifting it away from his teeth with a light pull of your fingers. He didn't seem to mind, still staring at you with a scalding intensity, a disarming heat to those impossibly bright pools of magic that seemed so intent on drawing you in as of late. 

“It's bad for you.” You finished and the silence settled.

A moment passed, just the two of you in the comforting darkness, staring at each other in the muffled sound of the rain.

“‘ts not actual smoke” he rasped silently.

“It leaves a smell.” you responded softly.

“you tellin me i smell?”

“Maybe”

“…”

He let out an amused huff, shaking his head slightly as he finally broke eye contact. You smiled at him, happy to see him more at ease than before he came here. Another moment of silence passed and the sound of thunder drew your gaze back towards the window. You stared at it idly, mind drifting, still tired from the late hour of the night. You could feel your impromptu companion turn his gaze back toward you, but you didn't mind. You let him look, pretending to not notice just as you often did. 

The sound of shuffling sheets is what drew you out of your haze, and as your sleepy thoughts caught up to you, you looked towards your bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked, humor in your tone as you looked at Mutt, dragging the length of his body over towards your pillow, lifting your blankets with a lazy hand as he pulled them on top of himself.

He grunted as he laid down with a heavy thump, the bed slightly creaking under the weight of him as he face planted into your pillow. You stared at him with a smile on your lips, watching as he settled, long limbs sprawled out across the corners of your entire bed.

“yours’ comfier” he responded after a while, voice muffled from where his face was still hidden by your pillow and you snorted at his antics.

“Sure it is.” You commented idly, slight sarcasm to your tone as you heard him hum in response. 

You moved, resting your weight on one of the free corners of your bed as you sat down, still looking at the tall skeleton in your bed, watching as his legs slightly dangled off the end of it. 

Another moment passed before you heard him inhale and then shuffle behind you- you snapped to attention as along arm encircled your middle and your eyes widened as you watched Mutt latch onto your waist, the weight of his arm in your lap, the palm of his hand gently holding onto the hem of your shirt.

“…’ts late.” He commented over your shoulder, his hoarse voice low in your ear and the sound of it made you shiver - not expecting the sudden contact.

You hummed in acknowledgement and another moment passed before the weight of his hand slightly moved, gently pushing you back towards him. It was almost an invitation, the hold would be easy to break, easy to refuse, but as you turned your head to meet his eyes they held nothing but gentleness. His gaze was lidded, soft in the way they looked at you, a slight tint of a timid nervousness unusual to him glinted in the deep orange.

“c’mere…” he spoke softly, lifting the corner of the blankets in invitation with his hand, his other still around you, pulling you gently closer. Your heart warmed at the sight, this was a first, the gesture would have made you nervous considering how he usually was - teasing and filled with flirty gestures, but this seemed different, softer, closer somehow.

You lifted the heels of your feet up and onto the bed and smiled at the way he immediately pulled you into his hold, almost as if he worried you'd change your mind if he were not fast enough. He wrapped his long arms around you, pushing the blankets over you both as he pulled you against his chest.

You let out an amused huff as he settled, a low and rumbly sound coming from his chest as he pushed his nose into the crown of your head, breathing in deeply and letting out a content sigh as his grip on you tightened. 

“Comfy?” You asked teasingly, placing a tentative arm around him, he amended your hesitance as he clasped his fingers around your wrist, pulling your arm and placing it firmly around his ribs, as if urging you to hold him properly.

He hummed, squeezing you to his side in response to your question and you couldn't help but chuckle. He was sweet when he was tired or so it seemed, an unexpected contrast to how he usually was, but you didn't mind, it was nice, more than nice.

Mutt felt safe, even with the raging storm outside, even with his big sharp teeth and unrelenting gaze, and as his sharp fingers trailed circles on your back you couldn't help but want for more, more of him, more of these shared soft moments in the dark. 

Perhaps one day you would find the courage to ask, to confess to those timid and skittering feelings in the pit of your stomach whenever he was close, whenever he teased you playfully, whenever he looked at you as if you had hung every individual star in the sky purely for him.

One day perhaps, but for now this was enough, his warmth, his touch, his obvious want of you was enough. For now you'd enjoy it, drifting off to sleep with the calming sound of his soul thrumming against his ribcage, just for you, only for you.