#head elf x hermey

[gangles-toybox]

I FORGOT HOW FUCKING FUNNY WATTPAD STORIES CAN BE OMG I wanna say this feels ironic but I have no clue. I love it so much tho. /gen

Don't send hate or harrass the person who made this. /srs

[sweatandwoe]

You've got a pretty mouth

for @a-gal-with-taste, who loves the dentist elf. He's her favourite, it's not Silco, it's Hermey

I'm gonna keep writing gross stuff about holiday characters until I stop getting joy from it

tags: MDNI, Hermey x GN!reader, teeth/mouth kink, oral fixation, finger sucking, I did not edit this

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You notice it first when you catch him staring at you. Sitting across the hall, with his sandwich in hand, he hasn’t even taken a bite yet. He’s just staring openly at you. Or specifically, at your mouth. 

A firm glance at him has the elf quickly turning away, taking bites out of his sandwich. There’s a deliberate way he doesn’t look at you again for the rest of your shared lunch break. 

It keeps happening, and throughout the next week, you notice it more and more. The blonde elf continues to stare at you. Or really your mouth. 

Your teeth. 

You catch him at the end of a shift, grabbing him by the elbow before he can leave. “Hermey,” you start, while he shifts under your hold. He won’t meet your gaze, not until you give his elbow a squeeze. “Walk with me?” 

“S-sure!” It’s a squeak out, while he’s tucking his hard-earned candy cane into his satchel. You both walk out, but following your lead, you wait outside the workshop. Both of you lean back casually like you were just taking a break before heading home. 

Once all your co-workers are gone, you round on him. There’s no point in beating around the bush, so you keep yourself straightforward. “Why are you staring at me?” 

His face crumples, and the pale, though quickly turning pink, elf is looking away from you again. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m not staring at you-”

“You are.” And you lift your hand, moving to grip his chin. “Why?” 

Forced to look into your gaze, he gives in far easier than you thought he would. Perhaps he felt guilty, or maybe he had simply been holding everything back. “Your teeth.” He gasps the words out, eyes locking onto your lips.

You blink at him. “My teeth?” 

“Yes.” He hisses the word out like it’s distasteful on his tongue, face going scarlet. “They’re beautiful. I just want to look at them all the time.” 

Ah, so he had some sort of crush. Mixed in with some sort of tooth fetish, probably. Luckily for him, he was at least very cute, enough to have you raise an eyebrow. “Just look?” 

Hermey’s dark eyes shoot up to stare into your own. He licks his lips before he raises a glove-covered hand. With ginger movements,  he removes it slowly enough so you can stop him if you wanted to. And luckily for you both, you don’t. Instead, you grab his wrist and guide the bare fingers into your mouth. 

There’s a moan from him the second your tongue grazes two fingers. “So warm. And wet.” His fingers press onto your tongue, and you wiggle it around the digits. It’s not long before they’re covered in your saliva, the digits are nice and slick now. 

But he doesn’t draw them out of your mouth. Instead, he simply moves them, pressing over your back teeth and bottom teeth first and dragging his fingers along that bottom row. Feeling at each tooth and pressing down just slightly enough to add a delicious pressure. 

He’s been moaning the entire time, but now you’re starting to return it. 

The sound has him moaning even louder and you’re very glad you decided to wait until your colleagues had gone home. There was no way either of you could leave this down. “You feel so good. Can I… Can I please?”

You aren’t sure what he was talking about at first until you glance down and notice the tent he’s now made in his pants. With a darker patch at the top, you let him draw out his fingers, so you can get on your knees. Unlacing his trousers, letting your mouth run over the heated and wet skin while he groans, hands digging in your hair while he continuously begs you and-

“Hermey!” There’s the slam of the workshop door, and Boss elf steps out, looking furious. “Why weren’t you at elf practice?” 

Well, at least he could see the reason why right away.