alessabriel

[alessabriel]

sneaking around the edge with hiccup . . .

cw: hiccup haddock x fem!reader, smut, exhibitionism, public sex, oral (f. rec), piv. set in dragon’s edge.

He finds you already waiting. Dead center of dragon’s edge. Moonlight slashing across your skin, his shirt hanging loose off your shoulders, and nothing else beneath it. No pants. No underlayer. Just bare thighs and that look in your eyes that tells him you’ve been planning this since long before you knocked on his window. Hiccup stops short. Breath caught.

“This is…” he glances around at the empty island, the open platform, the complete and utter openness of the dome. The nightmare of it all. “Seriously?”

You tilt your head, smile lazy. “You came, didn’t you?”

He swallows. Hard. Boot creaking on the stone as he steps into the dome. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“Nobody’s gonna say shit to you, Chief boy.”

“Yeah?”

You hum. “C’mere, been thinking about you since dinner.”

He chokes a little on his own breath, pulls you in wordless, quick and kisses you like he’s mad about it. Both hands at your waist, thumbs already under the hem of the shirt, pulling you flush against him. His mouth is hot and desperate against yours, half-frantic like he's already imagining what someone would see if they looked out right now.

You tug at his belt. He lets you. But when you go to drop to your knees, he stops you, grabs your wrist, pulls you upright again. “No,” he says. Voice rough. Steady. “You got me out here? Then you lie down.”

You stretch out on your back with a smile, the wind cool against your thighs, the dome wide open around you. Every sound is louder in the silence. His breathing, your heartbeat, the drag of leather and the scrape of his metal foot against the stone as he kneels between your legs.

“Someone could walk out of their hut right now and see you like this,” he murmurs, running his hands slowly up the inside of your thighs. “Want them to?”

You just arch your back and nod. He groans, low in his throat. “Gods, you’re going to ruin me.”

And then he dips down and does the same to you. His tongue is slow, purposeful. Fingers already deep inside you before his mouth even touches you, pressing just right, curling like he knows exactly what you need. “Keep your legs open,” he murmurs.

You moan, legs falling wider, and he moans with you like the sound turns him on just as much as the taste. Your hand flies to your mouth, stifling it, but he pulls away just long enough to say “No. Don’t hide it.”

His lips wrap around your clit again, hot and wet and hungry, and when you come, trembling, choking on his name, he rides it out with you, tongue dragging slowly as he drags his fingers free. Then he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Turn over. Hands and knees,” he says, already undoing his belt. “Face toward the huts. Let them see your face when I fuck you.”

Your brain goes static but you move. The wind rushes through your hair as you brace yourself on the stone floor, thighs still shaking, and when he pushes into you from behind with one steady, deep thrust, you nearly sob. “Oh—Hic—”

His hands lock around your hips, holding you in place. Not rough. Not fast. But deep. Every time he pulls out, he drags slow and lets you feel the stretch, the build, the pressure. You swear he’s trying to draw it out just to watch you fall apart. “You’re not thinking about them anymore, are you?” he breathes.

You shake your head. “Just you.”

He leans forward, mouth at your ear. “Good. That’s how it should be.”

You feel him twitch inside you. His rhythm falters. And when your voice breaks with, “You gonna come in me?” He groans like you just killed him. “If you keep talking like that…”

You look over your shoulder. Wind in your hair. Sweat on your brow. On your hands and legs, taking him in all the way to the hilt.

“Anyone can see,” he hums, fingers gripping tighter around hips, pulling you back to him in time with his thrusts.

“Let ‘em” You hold his gaze. “Let ‘em see what I do to their precious dragon boy.”

And that’s it. He sinks in one last time, gasping as he finishes deep, hips pressed tight, hands trembling where they grip your waist. You feel the heat of it, the way he shakes against your back, groaning into your shoulder as he rides it out.

He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t say a word. Just lets his forehead fall to your spine and stays there. Breathing you in. Heart pounding against yours. The dome still open, the sky still watching, the world catching its breath with you.

[alessabriel]

thinking abt adjusting hiccup’s armor/riding gear for an unnecessary amount of time just to keep him close & on the ground a little while longer 🖐️😖 he’s noticing but he’s too proud to stop it, you’ve adjusted the same buckle 12 times but bros just admiring the dedication. feeds into the casual affection u mentioned i fear

You assume you're getting away with it, but you should have known better. Hiccup is crafty, sneaky, and has plenty of experience with the twins who have tried every trick in the book. When you redo the latch joining straps from around his leg to his back for the fifth time in ten minutes he loosens his stance, letting your movements jostle his body around so that he steps backwards into you.

"Oh! Sorry," You gush, letting him step forwards again, "I just can't get it right."

"That one's giving you trouble, is it?" He asks, and you're too wrapped up in palming his hips to notice the lilted tone to his voice, smug and knowing, "Should I service it next time I take the harness in to refresh the leather?"

"Maybe," You hum, busying yourself with one on his thigh to evade suspicion. You could keep your hands out from between his legs entirely, but instead you stick your hands against his inner thigh to fiddle with the latch. He'll admit, it's a mutually beneficial situation.

When you move back to the one above his ass he can't help himself anymore- he peers at you over his shoulder and catches your tongue sticking out from your lips, barely peeking through as you concentrate on the sight before you.

"You know, if you want to grab my ass, you can just do that."

You pause, straighten, stiffen, eyes wide like you've been caught stealing Berk's gold. Heat that isn't from the fire beside you rushes to your face- Hiccup can tell by the way your eyes glaze over slightly, but when you gather yourself again determination floods your expression.

The ferocity with which you squeeze his ass results in a shriek that echoes off of every metal object in the forge.

[alessabriel]

He’s not the only one

You thought I was done hehe, The brain once again cooked. But also this is a small gift for bestie @callofdudes before i go away for camping so enjoy !! Word count: 1.1K

During the beginning of your time on Berk, You've come to learn that Toothless is the only night fury, he and Hiccup have been traveling around multiple islands and archipelagos to hopefully find one. But it always accumulated to nothing, even when you tagged along and helped them by showing some areas near your old home that could be possible.

Toothless was disappointed every time the search went nowhere each time. But he usually expected it.

"I'm sorry bud" Hiccup said sympathetically as he rubbed his head gently. Toothless made a small sad sound and slumped down, tired from the flight.

"Maybe next time ??" You offered some form of hope as you presented a basket of fish, hoping this would make him feel better. It would usually perk him back up, but inside he was still lonely. When you returned to Berk, he grew a more sad when he saw other dragons of their kind playing. Stormfly had many of her kind as did hookfang, meatlug and barf and belch... He wanted that. Maybe he truely was the last of his kind.

That was how it was for a while though, It was late at night and everyone was dead asleep, you crashed in Hiccups room as you two discussed more possible routes to take, Toothless' ears perked up when he heard a noise from outside. It was brief, and not that loud, but it was unmistakable.

That got him up and looking out the window, finding a dragon zooming by, only noticeable because of how it blocked out the stars. But Toothless could smell and hear a lot more than the average Viking. He watched as it continued to circle around before zooming down with a strike, but it must've misjudged itself as it crash landed into the forest before a painful shriek was heard.

Toothless looked over at both of you before jumping out of the window and beginning to track its scent. As he made it to the forest, the downed dragon made a few more pained noises, each quieter. He then saw the downed dragon, which let out a warning noise, tilting its head up. He made a reassuring noise in return as if to say he wasn't there to hurt him, eventually realising... By the gods, it was another night fury !!! He bounced around a little before rushing back, he needed to get to you two.

So he climbed his way up back through the window, tugging at the blanket on Hiccup's bed.

"Toothless... It's too early" Hiccup grumbled and tried to pull the blankets. His tail whipped back and forth violently in excitement before tearing it off, sending you two to the floor, then nudging you two to the door.

"Ok, ok..." You yawned and then took the still-lit candle and lit up a lantern. "What's gotten into you ??"

He quickly rushed out the door, occasionally looking back to make sure you two were still following, rushing past the village and back into the hills.

"I don't like this..." You grew slightly nervous as you held up the lantern.

"What did you find ??" Hiccup looked into the distance as Toothless finally stopped.

Toothless then found the night fury again as it made another noise of pain. Both of your eyes went wide as you realised what you saw, convinced that you were dreaming.

"It's... another.." You couldn't even finish the sentence.

"Another night fury" Hiccup smiled wide.

The downed night fury then laid eyes on both of you and it's pupils immediately sharpened, growling at the two as if toothless sold it out. It quickly tried to flap away but it fell to the ground quickly, It was in too much pain.

"Woah woah, it's ok. We want to help" Hiccup tried to reassure it as you held the lantern and noticed the injuries.

"Poor guy" You showed Hiccup the injuries.

"Must've gotten it from the trees"

Toothless was watching from afar, but he couldn't keep his tail from wiggling a little. The two were somewhat enamored with each other.

"We need to get the injuries bandaged" Hiccup gently tried to inspect it closer, but it snarled and tried to bite him, which made him jump back.

"Ok, definitely not like that"

So you decided to have a go at it, gently placing the lantern down and slowly sticking your hand out. "It's ok, we won't hurt you... We want to help" The night fury narrowed it's eyes on you as you made your move, slowly it then sniffed your hand and then nudged a little closer, pressing its snout into it. "There we go" You smiled softly.

"Toothless, can you help it up ??" Hiccup asked.

He rumbled excitedly and approached eagerly, making the other startle slightly, but nevertheless, helped him up gently.

"Easy now" you slowly stood up, grabbing the lantern.

You all headed back to your house and got underway with locating some bandages. The night fury sniffed around as it took in the surroundings, still slightly cautious.

"Found it" Hiccup tossed you the bandages and you looked over, approaching with caution.

"Ok... This might sting a bit"

But that was enough to make it growl at you, you stepped back gently as Toothless approached it and reassured that you weren't going to hurt. So you tried again and this time it didn't growl. Hiccup meanwhile, grabbed some spare fish from dinner and offered it to the dragon as a distraction.

"Hungry ??" He offered the spare salmon.

The night fury sniffed it before gently taking it, eating it up as you continued to bandage him. Toothless was sure it was still hungry and regurgitated some of his dinner to him, making you gag and having to look away.

"Oh yeah, kinda forgot to tell you that" Hiccup nervously chuckled.

Soon the night fury was all bandaged up, It cooed softly in thanks.

"All better now" You smiled softly, gently brushing it's head. It's eyes narrowed and his pupils softened, nudging your hand again gently.

"Should we give him a name ??" You looked up at Hiccup.

"I think so" He tapped his chin. "What should we call you ??"

"Eclipse ??" You suggested.

The night fury's ears perked right up, as if to agree with it.

"I think he likes that" Hiccup chuckled.

"Can we call you Eclipse ??" You asked the Night Fury.

The night fury tilted his head and then huffed gently, He accepts it.

"Eclipse it is" You smiled wide.

Toothless looked at both of you then back at Eclipse with full excitement. He was going to make this night fury his bestie. Plus... you may have found your own dragon.

[alessabriel]

I think he loves you more than me now

Summary: When Suho asks his sweet, introverted girlfriend who works in women’s clothing for her employee discount to help his friend Sieun, the unexpected kindness she shows earns her not just gratitude—but Sieun’s rare and heartfelt approval as someone truly good for Suho.

Ahn Suho x reader

Part one

A/N: y’all someone jinxed me. I was almost fired today for no reason help. I think it’s the authors curse. It’s finally out to get me help

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You’re still working on the first floor of the department store—women’s clothing, where nothing stays hung for more than ten minutes, and every compliment about the mess sounds more like a personal attack.

“Wow,” one lady muttered today, crinkling her nose at a blouse someone else had thrown on the floor. “You’d think someone worked here.”

You just smiled politely, the same way you always do. You’ve learned it’s not worth correcting them. Instead, you hang the blouse back up, smooth its sleeves, and continue folding shirts in the same gentle rhythm.

You’ve changed a little since Suho came into your life—well, not changed, more like grown into yourself. You’re still quiet, still introverted, still way too shy to make small talk unless it’s with someone over the age of sixty or a mannequin. But you’ve also learned to hold your head a little higher. You still hide behind your bangs sometimes, but now your lips twitch into a smile every time you remember Suho holding your hand behind the store and whispering:

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world.”

You’d nearly combusted.

This afternoon, Suho comes into the store looking stressed, his dark brows pinched and his school bag barely hanging onto one shoulder.

He weaves through the perfume counters, then the purses, skips the escalator, and takes the stairs two at a time.

You spot him before he even notices you, and you straighten the display quickly so it looks like you weren’t just admiring his walk.

He finally finds you near the cardigans.

“Babe,” he breathes, all flustered. “Do you… do you have your discount card on you?”

You blink, confused. “Uh, yeah? It’s in my pouch—why?”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking awkward for the first time since he met you. “It’s for Sieun. His shirt got ripped yesterday.”

Your eyes widen. “Ripped?”

“Bullies,” Suho mutters. “Some jerks at school. He didn’t want to tell me, but I saw the tear. Got it out of him. Then I told him we’re coming here, ‘cause you work here and you have that magic card of wonders.”

You chuckle softly. “It’s not magic, it’s a 30% employee discount.”

“Same thing,” he says with a smirk. Then, quieter: “You don’t mind, right?”

You shake your head. “Of course not. For you? For your friend? Anytime.”

He grins and kisses your forehead before dashing back upstairs. You watch him go, warmth curling in your chest.

A few minutes later, you spot them. Suho’s voice, animated and teasing, echoes down from the second floor. He’s pointing at something in the men’s section while another boy—shorter, quieter—stands with crossed arms, clearly unimpressed.

That must be Sieun.

You’ve never met him before, but Suho’s mentioned him lots of times.

"He doesn’t talk much."

"He’s insanely smart."

"He sees through everyone, like he’s reading your mind."

Also: "He never likes my girlfriends. But he will like you. I know it."

Sieun looks like someone who keeps his guard up by default. His expression is unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line. His uniform shirt is neatly ironed despite the tear Suho mentioned. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who asks for help.

But when they come down the escalator—with a couple of neatly folded shirts and a plain navy hoodie draped over his arm—you offer them your softest smile.

“Found everything?” you ask gently.

Suho nods and waves Sieun forward. “Go on.”

Sieun hesitates, then steps up and places the items on the counter. “Thank you,” he says, voice quiet but sincere. “I… appreciate this.”

You shake your head lightly. “No need to thank me. Suho told me what happened. I’m really sorry that happened to you.”

Sieun’s eyes flicker up to yours. You expect him to shut down, but instead, something in his expression softens. Maybe it’s the way you’re not making a big deal out of it.

Maybe it’s how your voice is calm, not pitiful. He watches you ring everything up, nimble fingers tapping on the register, checking tags and scanning like second nature.

“You’re fast,” he says suddenly.

You glance up, blinking. “Huh?”

“At this,” he says, nodding to the register. “You’re good at your job.”

It’s not flattery. It’s an observation. You smile a little, flustered. “Thank you.”

You hand him the final price—with your discount applied, of course—and bag the clothes neatly while Suho chats beside you about school, complaining about math. You catch Sieun watching you carefully, thoughtfully. Not in a creepy way, but more like… analyzing.

Later, after they leave, Suho texts you from the bus.

Suho 🤺: he likes u
Suho 🤺: he literally said “she’s not fake”
Suho 🤺: THATS A BIG DEAL
Suho 🤺: i think ur in the circle of trust now

You laugh so hard you nearly drop a stack of scarves.

A few days later, Sieun comes back. Alone. No Suho.

You spot him wandering the second floor and wave at him from across the balcony. He seems a little unsure of himself but eventually makes his way down.

“Suho had work,” he says as you approach. “But I needed another shirt. I didn’t want to go to another store.” I didn’t trust another worker with my cloths.

You smile at him, motioning for him to show you. “Want help finding it?”

He nods slowly. “If it’s not a bother.”

You lead him upstairs and help him check the racks. He’s surprisingly polite, following behind you like a quiet shadow.

You’re not sure what it is—maybe it’s his silence, or the way he watches things like he’s constantly solving a puzzle—but you find yourself talking a little more than usual.

“This one’s the same cut as the one you liked, but in black,” you say, holding a hanger up to the light. “I can check in the system to see if they still have the beige one, though.”

He nods, studying the shirt. “Black is fine. I trust your taste.”

You blink, a little caught off guard. “Oh.”

“I didn’t mean that to be weird,” he adds quickly. “Just that Suho’s style is… chaotic. Yours is calm. Balanced.”

You chuckle. “Yeah, he’s a little all over the place.”

Sieun looks at you, and for the first time, you see the hint of a smile tug at his lips. “But it works for him. He’s happier now.”

You glance at him, surprised. “Really?”

He nods. “He’s calmer. He jokes more. He used to get into fights all the time, not just with other kids, but with himself. Like he didn’t know where to put all the emotion. But ever since you… it’s like he found an anchor.”

Your throat tightens slightly. You weren’t expecting that.

“I didn’t do anything special,” you murmur.

“You did,” Sieun says, voice steady. “You’re kind. And consistent. He needed that.”

There’s a silence between you two—but it’s not awkward. It’s peaceful.

When you finish ringing up his items, he takes the bag with a short bow. “Thank you again.”

You smile softly. “Anytime, Sieun-ssi.”

As he turns to leave, he pauses. Then, without looking back, he adds, “For the record, I never liked any of his past girlfriends. But you…” He hesitates, then nods. “You’re different.”

Your cheeks burn with warmth as he disappears into the crowd.

That evening, Suho bursts into your messages again.

Suho 🤺: SIEUN TOLD ME WHAT HE SAID
Suho 🤺: do you know how BIG that is
Suho 🤺: he called you “consistent” 😭😭😭
Suho 🤺: I think he loves you more than me now

Wifey 🛍️: I just gave him a discount and helped him find shirts 💀
Wifey 🛍️: It’s not that deep

But deep down… it feels kind of amazing.

A week later, Sieun comes back again—this time with Suho. Suho‘s goofing off, nearly pushing Sieun into a rack near the escalator, but Suho stops to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“My girl,” he says proudly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “You ready to discount us into fashion icons again?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile says everything.

Sieun shakes his head but smiles softly. “Honestly, I only come here now for the service.”

And you know, without question, you’re not just Suho’s girlfriend anymore. You’re part of the circle. Fully, finally, warmly in.

Thank you for reading!

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[alessabriel]

thinking thoughts about throating hiccup’s cock,, making it really messy and drooly and him losing his mind ! need him bad

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're the one with your throat obstructed, but Hiccup seems to be choking all the same. Each sound that comes from his mouth is strangled and broken, almost a sob, and your muffled grunts sound just the same where Hiccup's cock is heavy on your tongue.

You'd managed to steal him away from his chiefly duties for no more than twenty minutes, and while you'd prefer to spend more quality time with him, twenty minutes will do. It took you less than one to get on your knees, but admittedly a few to untangle Hiccup from his intricate leather dragon riding armor to pull him out of his pants.

He's been so busy lately that he's passed out nearly the second his head hits the pillow each night. It means that you haven't had sex in weeks, and you can tell by the way he'd almost instantly hardened when you'd gotten your hands on him.

Now you're trying desperately to swallow him whole, the head of his cock bumping against the back of your throat and grating roughly against it. You know it'll be sore come morning but you don't care- you can't care, not while Hiccup's fisting a hand in your hair and yanking on it when you force him even further between your lips.

You can't help it- you gag. It's a harsh, choking sound, one that makes Hiccup's hips involuntarily jerk towards you, chasing the warm ring of your mouth that his dick has been so snugly nestled in. Your tongue is flooded with saliva that pools around your teeth, and at the disruption of your messy, frantic bobbing motions, a string of drool drops from your lips and hits the floor below.

"Oh, gods," Hiccup gasps, his voice cut up by something between a laugh and a sob. He swipes a warm, gentle hand beneath your chin and collects a recess of spit that had gathered there, "You're- you're drooling so much."

"You're so good," Is all you can think to say, all you can manage as you pull your mouth off of him, savoring the taste on your tongue. You'd prefer this as foreplay to a long night of hands on waists and kisses anywhere but the mouth, but you'll savor what you can get now. You lick him, you drag your lips off of his cock and suckle against the head so tenderly, with your tongue pointed into its slit that he yelps, loud.

He tries muffling it with a hand thrown over his mouth, pressing hard into his teeth, "We can't- I can't- if we get caught..."

"Keep quiet, then," You grunt, breathless as you lick a stripe up his cock and against his pelvis, catching the soft, sensitive skin just above it before preparing to bruise the back of your throat again, "And next time you can design a leather gag."

[alessabriel]

ol' dirty bastard.

🍬 ( shane walsh x black/brown!fem!reader )

🍬 < allergy warning!! this candy contains: just general shane walsh degenerativeness, panty sniffing, voyeurism (reader), reader is referred to as southern like once which isn't rlly a warning but no less, this is based in season 2 timeline so shane is 38 and reader is early 20s, greene farm is reader's family farm, reader is a stoner but thats mentioned rlly offhandedly idk man it's late >

🍬 shane is wrong for this. bed bound and bored, he starts snooping and happens to stumble across.. your panties. how could he do something so wrong to such a sweet girl like you? how could he not?

shane should be ashamed of himself. really, he should. he's dirty. he's a pervert. he's low down. he knows that.

that doesn't stop him, though.

that doesn't stop him from trying to get at you the moment he steps foot on your family's farm. well, not the exact moment. first, he was worried about getting the bullet out of his hip.

it was a mistake, really. you were out, the oldest daughter sent to hunt food with your father once again. the deer had obscured your view of the two men on the other side of it, and the bullet went clear through, but before you could celebrate your kill, a pained scream came from something that wasn't one of those.. things, and definitely wasn't the damn deer.

that's how you met shane and rick. helping rick load his best friend into the back of your dad's pickup truck along with the deer. would be a waste of a bullet to leave it behind, anyway. after about an hour or two, shane had been patched up. nonetheless, he was hurt bad enough to be on bedrest while rick went back to point their crew in the direction of your fathers farm.

and then shane ended up in your room, sleeping on one side of your queen sized bed, trying to make himself take up the least amount of space possible, all things considering. no matter how many times he insisted that he could sleep on one of the couches downstairs, that you didn't have to let him intrude on your space, you could only insist back that if he was going to be bound to a bed for the next week, he should be comfortable.

shane loved your room, constantly smelling like shea butter and baby powder, and such a great view of the sunset. but being left in there all kinds of hours of the day and even sometimes into the night, alone, shane started to get curious.

it started with small stuff. he flipped open one of your pillowcases to see what brand made these soft ass satin cases. or he looked through the trinkets you kept around in old milk crates. an old shopping list, a jar full of soda pop tabs, a hollow clay heart with two holes poked in it, weird.

the problem was, shane started to get bored with the trinkets. he looked around the room for something, anything that could entertain him. then he saw it.

there they were, sitting on the top of your hamper, half the way thrown in. a pair of pink lacy panties, just waiting for him. shane thought to himself. it was wrong to do something so perverted, so degenerative to a woman who had been nothing but a sweetheart to him. southern hospitality personified, that's what you were. and here he was, nearly ten years older than you, about to take advantage of all of that. rolling onto his stomach, shane gritted his teeth through the few seconds of pain shooting up his waist to reach the other side of your bed. when he's finally got the damn things in his clutches, he rolls onto his back again.

shane can't help but laugh. from his.. past days of experience, he's learned the pattern of sweet, innocent looking girls being the most debaucherous, always wearing the skimpiest thongs that barely classified as clothing. but you, you seem to really be a sweetheart. he can feel blood rush downward at the idea of breaking you slowly, making you cum on his fingers over and over again until your pussy was sloppy and you were begging for him to just fuck you. barely noticing that his hands were moving with minds of their own, shane pulls your panties away from his nose and his right hand from his waistband.

"fuck... fuck." shane whispers to the silence surrounding him. it's not okay. he knows that. there's some switch in his mind that shuts off any rational thinking, opening the floodgates to those downright dirty thoughts. the same switch that makes him lightheaded as his hand slowly pushes your panties back on his nose, his mouth hanging slightly open as he breathed in the smell of your cunt.

shane lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, gripping his shaft softly and lifting it out of his boxers. thank goodness you keep lotion right next to your bed, along with all your other moisturizing stuff. wrapping a soft fist around his cock, shane starts to stroke slowly. the familiar movement is so languid, he doesn't notice the way you stop in your tracks outside. staring up at your very open, very exposed window. atleast today was your day to hang the laundry out.

shane's grip on his cock tightened. he could only imagine how tight you were, if you were a virgin, if you'd ever had a real man like him. someone who'd devote every waking moment of his days to please you if you asked for it and even if you didn't. shane could be that. if you let him, he'd fucking gladly be that.

his lungs were filled with your scent. he felt like a dog sniffing at a damn steak. his brain, all his fucking synapses were firing off at a hundred miles a minute. shane knows it's been a while, but fuck. it's barely been five minutes, and he's getting close, his legs moving without discrimination all over the bed, to hell with the stitches on his hip. you know it's wrong, just like he knows. you know it's wrong to drop everything you were doing to sneak back in the empty house to watch this man.. take care of himself. but damnit, was it wrong when he was doing it with your panties sitting on his nose, a sliver of the fabric caught between his teeth and his lower lip?

shane could taste you. or rather, he could taste the smell of the fabric. he was salivating, letting his tongue jet out and just barely graze the panties every few strokes. his ears felt like they had been plugged, the heat rising up to his head. throwing his head back, shane took one more deep inhale of you, of your smell, and rips your panties off his face to hold them right on his sensitive tip, his cum landing inside the lacy bottoms.

shane's groans carried out into the hallway where you stood, and you quietly hoped nobody would notice your absence from your chores or hear the absolutely sinful noises the man in your bed was making. after wiping himself off with your panties, shane holds them up like they're a man-made marvel. shane should be ashamed of himself. really, he should. he's dirty. he's a pervert. he's low down. he knows that. he's holding up your panties that are covered in his cum, for fucks sake.

that doesn't stop him, though. not from calling out to you in the hallway because, of course, he'd notice you were there, trying not to be seen while you rubbed your thighs together under your dress. "hope you enjoyed that show, sugar. now why don't you come put these on, hmm?"

[alessabriel]

Imagine sucking and slurping on her wet, pink, swollen, puffed-up cunt. She squirts cum on your lips as she screams your name, begging for you to slip your fingers into her juicy pussy. Before you slip them in, you wipe your mouth on her bright pink bush, causing a shiver to radiate through Vi's body.

[alessabriel]

slightly exhibitionist rockstar!vi who loves when her pretty little femme gf comes to her shows so she can drag you backstage with her (>⩊<) loves when you dress up all cute in skirts or dresses that leave so little to the imagine when you’re dancing or jumping along to the music. when you're hanging out before or after her band performs, she can barely keep her hands out from under your skirt, grabbing a fistful of your ass or letting her knuckles graze your clit through the fabric of your panties just to see your eyes widen with a faint jolt. she's such a big fan of quickies before shows, almost giddy as she's tugging you along with her to the bathrooms, oblivious and uncaring to who else might be in the nearby stalls, not stopping no matter how red your face gets when she starts backing you up against the stall door, mumbling low into your ear, "baby, it's okay. just relax for me, yeah?"

it makes her own cunt throb to watch your ankles go a little shaky as her hand slips into your skirt, thick calloused fingertips finding your folds and dragging your slick up toward your already swollen clit. she's merciless with the way she's switching between finger fucking you and swirling the pads of her fingers over your clit, fast enough you can see the tendons in her forearm flexing. she's high on adrenaline and affection for how you're white-knuckling her bicep for balance, head hitting the stall door with a soft thump, your whiny breaths and the squelching sound of her fingers pumping in and out of your pussy filling the cramped space.

your knees are locked and almost painfully stiff from trying to keep yourself standing up and not buckling every time your hips jerk against her hand, practically dizzy from the speed that she's pulling orgasms from you. you're sure that someone has breezed in and out to actually use the bathroom, heard you whining and moaning so loud your throat's starting to feel hoarse, but you honestly can't bring yourself to care right now. the only thing you can focus on now is the way vi's crowding your space, brushing her free hand over your hair, kissing your sweat-damp forehead, mumbling in your ear what a good fuckin' girl you are for her and promising how much harder she's gonna make you cum next time.

[alessabriel]

what's the deal with you wanting to get Vi pregnant?

I'm really fucking horny for her. I wouldn't even say I have a breeding kink, maybe just a pregnancy one. It swings both ways where sometimes I, admittedly, want her to get me pregnant. Right now, I am hard-pressed on getting her pregnant.

Quick Rant:

I saw people hating on Pregnant!Vi a month ago on Arcanetwt and I guess my brain doubled down on it. I don't really care what other people think, but the hate and the "Vi would never do that" comments get annoying after a while. I'm just trying to have a little fun! It irritates me when people say Vi can't be pregnant because she's butch. Plenty of butches want to get pregnant and have kids. If the topic makes you uncomfortable, then don't look at it.

I just love the idea of Vi pregnant. All the angst you could pull from it too. But all the fluff as well. She would look so cute in dirty overalls with a little baby bump. We could take guesses on when her abs would start disappearing. Imagine Vi having to come to terms with her changing body. Imagine kissing all over her body to remind her how beautiful and handsome she still is because she's caring your child. Imagine her reaction to seeing the first ultrasound, realizing there's an actual baby inside her. Imagine Vi gaining weight and being a cute, chubby mess. Imagine how funny and emotional she'd be during the birth. Her bouncing on a yoga ball and trying to act like she's not enjoying it would be super funny to me. Imagine Vi making her own family to love and protect.

There's just a lot of reasons I love Pregnant!Vi! I don't have the time to get into it all!

[alessabriel]

Puppy Love

Carl Grimes & crush!Walsh!reader

CW: (carl has a crush on reader, carl is 12 and reader is 16, reader does not like carl back I can't stress that enough, reader is shanes daughter, crushes, love confession, puppy love, rejection, fluff and very slight angst, "heartbreak", very subtle lori and shane slander from reader, platonic love, reader sees carl as her baby/brother)

Word count: 1.4k

Sweet, innocent blue eyes were fixated on your form while you laid on the ground next to the women while they scrubbed at the laundry. Carl was so…infatuated with you. Obsessively so.

“Bud? Whatcha lookin' at?” Shane teased, sending a small splash of water to him. Shane's brown eyes followed Carl's gaze, brow furrowing a little when they landed on you.

“Better keep your grubby little hands off my little girl.” Shane teased, but also sent a small warning to the twelve year old.

The two of you were very close. You being Shane's daughter and him being Rick's son, the two of you had been friends since Carl was born.

Being only sixteen, you were still having a difficult time with the whole forced manual labor. Didn't help that Ed's eyes were narrowed on you. Made you wonder what he did to not only Carol, but their sweet girl Sophia.

~

Carl wordlessly crawled into the open spot on your lap, pushing his head against your chest while listening to the soothing beat of your heart.

Your fingers danced through the now trimmed, brown locks, “...man, your momma ruined your hair.”

The jabs you made at Lori and your father were persistent. You resented them both. Even though Rick was dead, it felt odd to have your father, his best friend, and Lori, his wife, to hook up so fast.

It always made you question if maybe something between the pair had happened before.

Carl's sweet little laugh met your ears, saving you from the spiraling thoughts, his small fingers toying with the end of your shirt. The young boy adored you. He was like your second shadow always following you around like a lost puppy.

“...yeah, maybe a little.” Carl quietly whispered, almost worried that Lori would hear the two of you bashing her haircutting skills.

“God. You're gettin' so big. My little baby is a big baby.” you sighed, trying to bite back a little grin while you squeezed him.

“‘m not your baby!” Carl protested between little giggles, squirming in your hold while your fingers danced across his sides.

~

You sat next to Amy, a girl in camp who was just a little bit older than yourself, but the two of you hit it off very fast. The two of you enjoyed having one another to talk to. Her fingers worked gently, cleaning the dirt from the bloody scrapes on your palms with the damp rag.

Carl, on the other hand, was seething. He was seeing red while he glared down at the perpetrator on the ground.

This rock thought it could just trip you?

You??

The most perfect girl in this whole damn world?!

Oh.

It was about to regret ever laying there.

Little grunts of exertion left Carl's lips, small hands tightly gripping the stick he found, bringing it down on the rock. Carl was hoping that it would bring as much pain to it that it brought to you.

His pale, freckled cheeks were flushed with the heat from the sun, sweat beading on his forehead and soaking into his bangs that rested right above his eyebrows.

You and Amy watched with slight amusement, the blonde raising a brow and glancing over at you. Her eyes danced over your face, noting the fond, loving look in your eyes while you watched him.

“Look at you. Got your own little knight in shining armor.” Amy teased lightly, softly patting the skints on your hands with the dry part of the rag.

“Yeah. ‘m one lucky girl.” you softly scoffed, gently bumping your shoulder against hers while she looked through the first aid kit.

“Carl? Baby, what are you doin'?” Lori's voice called out, walking over to Carl while he paused his beating.

Looking up, Carl's sweet blues met Lori's concerned browns, he was slightly out of breath, but answered like the good son he was.

“Hurtin’ the rock.”

Lori gave a slow, confused nod, “You're hurting the…rock?”

Carl nodded like it was the most obvious thing, his chubby, little cheeks jiggling with the rapid movement of his head. “Uh-huh.”

The woman's brow furrowed, before slowly walking over and gently plucking the stick from his sweaty hands. “I'll take that…”

“Hey!” Carl lightly protested, but wordlessly let Lori lead him over to the shade.

“Why don't you sit in the shade, and drink a little bit of water. Yeah?” Lori suggested, but didn't really suggest, letting him sit at the small table and pushing his little phonics workbook over to him.

Gotta keep the brain sharp. Even in the apocalypse.

“Do a page to try and let some steam off.” Lori gently instructed, rubbing his head.

Carl's eyes didn't leave the rock, “...mom, keep an eye on that rock. It's a killer.”

~

Small hands clutching the small piece of paper and one of his monster trucks. One that you said was cool that one time when he showed his little collection to you. It never crossed Carl's mind that you were just being nice.

Hesitantly, he unzipped the flap to your and Shane's shared tent, shuffling closer to the small cot that he knew you slept on. Baby blues landed on the little puppy stuffed animal you've had since he could remember. It was tucked under your blanket, head resting on the flattened pillow

Quickly, Carl left the little note and his monster truck on your cot, speed walking out before anyone could notice. His heart was in his throat, his tummy was doing little flips, his knees felt wobbly under him.

~

You sat on your cot, one hand absentmindedly rolling the toy truck over your thigh, the other holding the note. Your eyes danced over the short, but very sweet love note.

’You give me butterflys and make me feel like I will throwup win you smile. In a good way. Momma says that is love. I am in LOVE with you. I hope you love me too - Carl’

A small, fond smile made its way on your lips, enjoying the innocence of Carl's note. The spelling mistakes. The way he declared his love with a monster truck. The way he left a smiley face at the end of his name.

This kid was too cute for his own good.

The smile dropped when you realized you were going to have to sit Carl down and reject him. You didn't want to hurt Carl. Not in a million years. He was pretty much your baby.

With a soft sigh, you stood up, keeping the toy in your hand while you left the tent.

~

Carl sat next to you by the quarry, watching the water lap at his feet that rested next to yours. He felt stupid for even trying to confess. You deserved better than a kid who still uses the ear bunny method for tying his shoelaces.

“...Carl, I think you know why we're here.” you started softly, staring at Carl with only love and fondness that made him feel safe around you.

Carl only nodded, not trusting to talk without crying. The back of his throat burned with sobs that begged to be released.

“...’m too old for you. Okay? I love you. I really do. You're like my little brother. I don't want to ever hurt you. And this isn't me tryin' too. I promise.” you stated, reaching out to push his chin up so he would look at you.

The tears in his eyes made your heart shatter, his bottom lip quivering a little.

“I-i feel so stupid.” Carl whimpered, quickly looking back down at the water, watching the small minnows.

“You're not stupid for havin' feelings…” you gently rubbed the apple of his cheek.

But Carl felt so stupid. He felt like maybe everything would be better if he just kept it to himself.

“...is it always going to be like this? Will they always say no?” Carl's voice sounded so broken.

“Sometimes. But you'll make someone very lucky one day. You're a great boy. And don't get hung up on me. You're way out of my league bud.” you hummed, gaining a wet chuckle from Carl. “There it is. Show me that sweet smile.”

Carl looked at you, tears rolling down his cheeks, small sobs and laughs coming out of his mouth while he gave you a smile. So sad, but genuine. Just to see you happy, Carl would do it.

“There we go. My sweet little guy is happy again.”

[alessabriel]

FLEETING. *ੈ✩‧₊˚ h. haddock x reader

summary : After a good few weeks of you and Hiccup throwing playful quips and jests at each other that border the line between being sassy and being flirtatious, that back and forth all comes to an end when you finally need to go. After a good talk (she barely even said anything) with Astrid, Hiccup finally comes to terms with his feelings about you, but it might be too late.

word count : 4.82k words

tags : rtte!hiccup, fem!reader, herbalist!reader, exile!reader, dragonrider!reader, fluff, love confessions, kisses, awkward teen romance, jokes about possible Haddock heirs, mild angst, no use of y/n of (name)

author's note : yes we getting emotional hiccup with this one!! anyway, thank you so much for all the love my previous fics are getting, i didn't know so many people would like them ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) i love every single one of you guys who liked my fics and the ones who reposted them ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

PART 1: ROGUE TAMER ⋆˙⟡

It's been a while since you've been accustomed to this dynamic of being with the Dragons Riders. You've learned to like them, they were all weird and sometimes rude, but they all had their good sides most of the time.

And that's where you are with them, at a random island picking up various herbs from the ground. You were accompanied with Astrid and Hiccup, the others collecting the other ingredients for the mixture you always made for the Whispering Death.

Kneeling on one knee, you look up to see Hiccup and Astrid help you gather the fauna. Hiccup was focused on making small talk with Astrid as they foraged, not noticing you at all while you stare at him in awe.

You've been doing this all to much, lately.

Hiccup was the first one to warm up to you, especially after he decided to personally teach you more about Dragons, much to your delight. Maybe it was the way he looked at you with such gentleness, or the way he didn't back away when you first scooched closer to him when you first met, but you really wanted to see more of him like that.

You smile softly as his brow furrows, one herb taking a little more force out of him to tug out of the ground. You giggle at the scene, but a thought in your head makes you smile contort into a frown, looking back down at the flora in your hand.

But you knew, deep inside that you weren't going to see it for long, and once you leave, he and the others just be a fleeting memory; one that you remember, but the latter probably wouldn't.

Enough of that pessimistic thinking, what were you doing again?

You shake your head, your expression going neutral. As you count the herbs in your hand, but unbeknownst to you—as soon as you diverted your attention from him, his gaze went to you.

What was it that made him so drawn to you?

You were so stand-offish, yet so social. You were pretty, yeah—but that wasn't the only attribute he liked about you. He liked how you cared about others, how you weren't afraid to stand your ground, how you looked at him when he said something you found funny, and how dead set you were about paying your debt to the Whispering Death.

He would think of more compliments to you, but Astrid just had to make him snap out of it, throwing a small pebble at the side of his head.

"Ow, what the. . .?" He mumbled as held his hand where the tiny rock made impact with his cranium, looking at the blonde Viking in a 'what the Thor was that for?' expression, brows furrowed, and shoulders raised.

All Astrid replied with was her body language, nodding her head to your figure, all unknowing to the whole commotion. She wanted Hiccup to talk with the girl, maybe invite her to the Edge so she could see that there was finally progress in their relationship. They both couldn't see it, but she did—and she wanted it to fluorish already. Hiccup was confused, not at all understanding what she was trying to gesture.

The blonde teen had silently sighed and rolled her eyes, and took the initiative to talk to you.

She called your name, as you hummed absentmindedly to her call.

"So, where are you going to explore when Groundsplitter heals up?" She asks.

"Oh. . . I thought about staying at the island, but I don't think it would be right." You start, putting your fistful of herbs onto a clean cloth.

Hiccup and Astrid's actions slow, now fully grasping what you were saying, looking at one another.

"Really?" Astrid replies, yet her voice sounded distant, as if she was processing that she might've made you and Hiccup's situationship worse, with the brunet Viking's expression furrowing in disbelief as you continue. Astrid fully forgot of even inviting you to the Edge, the guilt of making Hiccup upset more on her mind now.

"Yeah, I'll leave after she's all healed up so she could be happy with her kid, it'll be hard, but y'know. . . I know I have to." You finish, a smile on your face as you look up at them. They couldn't tell how hard it was to not say it without your voice cracking with sadness, but the way your smile didn't reach your face was all the answer they'd get. Unfortunately, neither of them seemed to be looking at you.

Astrid too distracted to fully understand your expression, covering her previous shock with a mirrored smile, while Hiccup had a harder time concealing his sadness.

"Welp," You stand up, dusting your knees off as you walk over to the dragons who were resting.

"Let's go guys." You say with joy, turning over your shoulder, seeing Hiccup who seemed a bit too into thought to hear what you said, but follows your direction anyway. Astrid seemed to reply with a smile, at least, but Hiccup's mind seemed elsewhere, even on the flight back—with you and Astrid chatting, eventually getting to the point where you asked for his opinion on something, and he just replied with a curt response like, "Uh. . . yeah! Definitely. . ." or "Mmhm".

"Are you uh. . . you're actually leaving?" Hiccup's voice was a pitch higher. After landing back, Astrid had replied she needed help with something about Stormfly—you couldn't really understand since she was talking quite fast before flying off with her dragon, leaving you and Hiccup alone.

Unbeknownst to you though, before she had fled with Stormfly, she gave Hiccup a slightly forceful punch to his shoulder, then nodding to you again, raising her eyebrows. She was doing it again—gesturing to your figure randomly without explaining, leaving Hiccup a little more confused, but finally understanding what she meant.

"Well, not right now—once Groundsplitter is fully recovered, yeah." You repeat what you said a few hours ago effortlessly, waiting for him to say anything else while you finish pulverizing another one of your remedies in the bowl, with Hiccup standing next to you.

"I— uh. . ." He trailed off, not knowing what to retort to that.

You're not going to stay here? But where would you go?

"Well— where are you going to go then?" Hiccup follows behind you, asking as you walk over to Groundsplitter—who is now much more lively than the first time you met Hiccup. You know you should be elated—the sole reason you were still staying on this island was to help her recover, but now it's shifted into something more. . . personal?

"I'll just be a wandering traveler then," You declared.

"Maybe steal a few things from the Tribes that my boat passes through— I dunno, I'll figure it out. . ." You absentmindedly reply while striding forward, not even thinking to look at how distraught Hiccup looked like behind you, his brows starting to furrow, a small frown on his lips.

Hiccup didn't even care about you mentioning the possibility of you stealing from other Tribes, he was just focused on this tight coil in his chest, feeling tighter than before when you keep bringing up that you'd be leaving him.

"I don't belong here, Hiccup—" You try to explain, saying it over your shoulder so he could hear more.

"Oh, but— but you do," He butts in, as your pour the contents of the bowl into Groundsplitter's maw. You now turn to him, all your undivided attention on his figure.

"No, I don't. Besides," You smile at him, and lean in slightly.

"I don't really think I do belong anywhere, and I'm. . . I think I'm okay with that." You expounded, the tone understanding as you paint your face with the most neutral expression ever, but deep inside—it hurt.

Feeling like you never belonged was a perpetual loop in your life, especially at the start when you were still with your tribe. Now ironically, ex-communicated from them, now temporarily living on an island with two large dragons was more welcoming than that of your original home. But still, it wasn't your place to call home.

"Why are you so worried about it? Are you gonna miss me?" You step closer, taunting him to look you in the eye.

"Yeah," He brazenly says, looking away from you.

"Oh." Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. You didn't expect he'd actually say that.

"All of us will."

Oh. He meant it like that.

"Well, when you do feel like you miss me," You grabbed his shoulder with your free hand, his gaze falling onto your hand holding him.

"You always have your flying boat over there to help you find me," You tilt your head to look over his shoulder, his eyes following you vision to see Toothless laying curled up on the floor.

You chuckle at your own unfunny joke, and he grins at you, observing you. The way your eyes scrunched when you laughed, how you smile grew so he could see how enthused you were, how your eyes seemed to glint just in the crackling sparks of the campfire.

Why was he thinking like that?

Your laughter died down, another planned jest coming out your mouth. "But I am quite honored; The oh-so great 'Dragon Master' is all worried about little old me," You rolled your eyes playfully, and cross your arms.

"Oh, Gods. . ." He pinched the bridge of his nose, unimpressed.

"You really need to stop hanging out with Snotlout," He says quite forcibly.

"Why? If I did, I wouldn't hear all of the amazing names he has for you," You muse, walking past him as he trails behind you like a loyal dog.

"That's exactly why."

Days go by like a fleeting glance, and it seems as such that you and Hiccup had started to get closer—much to your disdain.

It all started after your talk with him and Astrid about you leaving the island after the recovery of Groundsplitter—that's when he started to seem more. . . bold? Or is the word. . . touchy?

You started to see more of him, and moreover—touch more of him. Handing over a charcoal pencil when the touching of fingers lingered a few seconds too long, the accidental bump of your hands with his as neither of you take initiative to pull away, the simmering burn under your skin when you both are alone, looking into each other's eyes in the way friends don't look at each other when you're alone— no others, just you two.

But not just that, you understood him. He told you his story; how he used to be an outcast from your tribe, just like you—only that he wasn't exiled 'cause he was the Chief's son. He told you how he met Toothless, how he lost the leg, how he misses his mom—he never really told anyone how he felt about it, but he felt inclined to be so transparent with you about it.

Fuck.

You feel it.

The rope between you tugging into a tight string, ready to snap from any further force.

That's what you were feeling.

The tension. Was it just you or did he feel it too?

The swirling churn of your stomach grows every time any physical touch happens with him. Is it because of your blooming feelings for that. . . that stupidly charming boy, that you feel your stomach flipping under and over itself, or was it guilt?

The feeling of sadness, knowing that every touch from him that left phantom sparks on your skin would just be a ghost of a memory.

Ugh, where were you again?

"Hey. . . You still there?"

Astrids voice calls out to you, making you snap out of your thoughts. It wasn't that embarrassing, but you weren't really sure why.

"I- Uh, I am . Yeah, what did you say again?" You blinked, looking back at her.

"Well, now that you're done going bug-eyed looking at that idiot," Her head nods towards where you had seemingly zoned out, and funnily enough, it was actually directed at the boy who was occupying your thoughts.

Hiccup was chatting with Fishlegs over something niche about dragons again, but he seemed so. . . relaxed. His shoulders were clack, a lazy smile on his face but still listening to what his overly-excited friend was saying, the up and down of his chest as he breathed—you really shouldn't be describing it, this really seems like you're breaching the lines between friends and. . . still friends, but you analyze every single thing they do.

"I was asking if you were really sure about leaving." She finished the remaining amount of mead in her mug, chugging it down before speaking again, wiping her mouth with her hand. "You could stay at ours, y'know. . .?"

Another mention of staying, again.

"Hiccup wouldn't. . ." The blonde girl paused, realizing what she was saying, before rephrasing her words again.

"We wouldn't mind having you with us at the Edge. Just saying."

You smile at the request, but you gently decline once more.

"No, yeah— it's, I'll be fine. There's no need." You wave your hand dismissively. "Now that Groundsplitter's all good to go, I'll be. . ."

Your words falter, failing to say the next with a confident tone.

"I'll be on my way." You finally grit out, your smile at Astrid never seeming to reach your eyes. Astrid can tell, but now wanting to pry, she nods instead.

Another peaceful silence meets you both, with layered chewing sounds of your eating with hers. But as much as this seemed great, it made you think more about what she said.

Staying at the Edge sounded like a dream come true; you and the gang worked well together, and it seemed like it would be a good idea.

But was it?

Every time you thought of staying, all the memories of being shunned from your tribe seemed to snap you back to reality.

You were just going to ruin it.

A frown had made its way to your face—now you think you just look stupid; you were eating while frowning, a ridiculous sight.

But unbeknownst to you, a pair of green eyes were analyzing you, just like you were analyzing him.

Today was the day.

You were actually leaving, for good.

But was it actually for good?

It was the afternoon, the sun blaring high in the sky. You were at the shore, your boat ready to go. Everyone was there to say goodbye—Groundsplitter, the Screaming Death, the gang, and Hiccup.

Everyone smiles ran away from their face; either showing a neutral, passive expression, a somber look that didn't want to cry, or barely being able to keep their head, uncontrollably sobbing—A.K.A just Fishlegs.

"Do you, really. . . Really have to go?" Fishlegs sniffs and sobs at every word he says. You don't break the hug he trapped you in, waiting patiently for him to do it first.

"Yeah, just stay with us at the Edge. Not that— not that I care, or anything." Snotlout supported, his voice sounding more glum as he hugged you next. He gave you a quick side hug quickly, before letting go and crossing his arms.

Snoutlout finally let go, letting you hug Ruffnut now, then her twin brother. You were gonna miss them—they knew the real, genuine definition of chaotic fun.

"Dude's right." Ruffnut said.

"It sucks not having you here now." Tuffnut mumbled into your shoulder as he hugged you tightly, looking at the ground while kicking a small pebble with his foot.

Their voice seemed to miss the usual mischievous, anarchic Torston tone. It was nice seeing another side of them, but that didn't make it less bad.

Astrid practically jumped into your arms. You reciprocated it, nonetheless. By the short time you were with her, she really made you feel like you had a sibling—someone to help you. And by the way she held you in her arms, she felt the same way.

"We're gonna miss you." Astrid had sighed.

"Especially Hiccup. He really likes—" Ruffnut's random comment had cut off with an 'oomph!', the man he was mentioning covering his mouth. You laugh at how silly he looked doing it.

"Haha. . . He just means I'm gonna miss you. . . Yep, a lot." Hiccup smiled and gritted out, Ruffnut trying to take the brunet Viking's clasp on her mouth off.

"Uh-huh. . .?" You reluctantly said, finally reaching out to Hiccup. You seemed to always save him for last.

Unlike the others when they hugged you, tight and gripping, Hiccup seemed to hug you like you were made of delicate porcelain, his touch soft and gentle.

He pulled you in, one hand on your waist, the other at the back of your neck, cradling you in his hands. You paused at the sudden change of being hugged, but you accepted it, hands on his back.

He mumbled something into your shoulder something you couldn't hear, even with how close he was to your ear. Only he knew.

"Please come back." He meekly said, like a prayer. You didn't hear, but maybe so God would.

His fingers curled softly, grabbing your waist and combing through your hair, delicate as flight.

You both stayed like that, longer than usual. You both pulled away to look at each other. His eyes— oh, his eyes. They looked at you with such feeling, you didn't know what it was, but it sucked you in.

"So, are they just going to stay like that or—" Snotlout's comment had failed to finish, Astrid's foot stomping on his.

"Ow! What?"

This made you both remember yourselves, fully pulling away from each other's touch.

"Ahem, so, yeah—" Hiccup cleared his throat.

"I'm just gonna—" You started to jog into the boat, tripping somewhere along the way.

"Yeah, you— you do that," He nodded, trying to fix himself up.

Before you knew it, you were already on water now—the dragons helping you to push it into the ocean. The water ripples as it pushed you away from the Vikings, the boat rocking slightly in its wave. You looked back at them, before waving at them with a pained smile.

They waved back, but Hiccup just smiled. You see it now. As far as you were, you could see what his eyes seemed to tell you; they were filled with adoration, but shrouded with a cloudy sadness.

As soon as you were far enough, you turned back into the direction of your boat—and endless pool of blue before you, and a setting sun.

You didn't want to look back again; because if you did, you knew you wouldn't want to leave.

At the shore, after about an hour of talking and so, everyone decided to get on their dragons and fly back now, Hiccup and Astrid being the ones to leave last again.

"C'mon," She turned around over to Stormfly, but Hiccup didn't want to move. He seemed stuck to the ground, his eyes never wanting to look away from the direction you went.

". . ."

". . . Hiccup?"

"I— yeah, I'll come along, just wait a sec." He vaguely responded.

The blonde Viking didn't know what he meant, until he saw him ride onto Toothless and bolt up into the mountain. As much as she didn't want to intervene, she didn't want to have her friend be this unconfident and somber again.

Without another beat, she followed him up onto Stormfly, flying up to the flat peak. She made her Deadly Nadder land a few steps behind, before unmounting and hesitantly walking up to the boy, hunched over with his knees dangling off the rocky mountain.

"So, how are you holding up?" She started gently, sitting next to her friend softly.

"Oh, y'know. . . i'm just as spiffy as ever," Hiccup exclaimed faking his enthusiastic self, before hunching over again realizing Astrid wasn't convinced.

"I dunno, I feel. . . sad?" His hands were on his lap, fiddling slightly with the texture of his pants.

"Of course, you do. We just said goodbye to her."

"Yeah, but like," He raised his hands to gesture, but he couldn't explain what he wanted to say.

"It feels. . . different."

Astrid replied with a hum, encouraging him to find his words.

"Like. . . I just lost something I never should've let go of." He elaborated.

"And why do you think you feel that way?" The blonde Viking wanted him to find what he felt by himself, not wanting to intervene any more than this.

"I don't know—maybe 'cause we lost another friend, maybe because everyone's sad too, maybe because I. . ." He groaned, before his words paused.

"Because you. . .?"

She could tell. The gears in his head were finally turning at max speed, he understood now, his eyes going slightly wide.

". . . Because I liked her, yeah." Hiccup balled his hands into fists, his sorrow forming into annoyance. "And I never told her— Gods, I never told her."

His stance started to sit right again, before bending over himself.

"And now I'm too. . . I'm too late," He meekly let out, his frows burrowed, his hands on his knees to keep him upright.

Hiccup didn't understand. Was this punishment? Making him feel such emotion from a person as amazing as you, then taking you away? If so, this was a cruel fate.

Astrid saw his face. He looked as dispirited as ever, and she couldn't help but comfort him. With a hand on his shoulder, she tried her best to make him understand that he didn't run out of time.

"Do you still like her now?"

". . . Yeah, of course." He looked up to meet her eyes, and he was surprised to see determined cerulean eyes looking into his.

"Then tell her, it isn't too late." She emitted, a smile on her face forming.

"But I— I can't. She left already. . . Unless," Hiccup responded negatively, until he remembered what you said a few days back.

"You always have your flying boat over there to help you find me,"

He whipped his head to Toothless, who seemed to decide that now was the best time to take a good nap. He sighed, but another roar from a dragon—or more like scream—made his head look to the sound.

The Screaming Death. Dragon

Dragon. Flying boat. You.

This was it.

Hiccup looked back to Astrid, who seemed supportive of the idea. Without another second wasted, he took the chance and stumbled over to the large, albino reptile.

Because this time, he would make sure you came back to him.

Re-reading one of the books you had for the fifth time, you sit on one on the cool wood planks of the boat.

Your eyes are reading and understanding the pages yes, but your mind is currently preoccupied with the thought of what you did just mere hours earlier.

Was it the right decision? What if it wasn't? Did I really have a chance living with them?

You shook your head to rid of the thoughts, blinking quickly to banish them.

What were you thinking?

You stand up, leaving the book strewn on the ground. You lean on the banister, looking into the far sun—it painted the ocean with a multitude of colors, blending seamlessly with one another.

With a sigh, you lean your head on your hand.

You hear large flapping in the sky, but when you did look up, there was nothing but a large flock of Monstrous Nightmares flying away.

Huh.

"You really need to stop putting your books everywhere."

You know that voice.

Were you hallucinating?

You turn around, and there he actually was. He was there, his lanky stature holding the book in his hand. Before you knew it, your legs were taking you to him.

You were in his arms, and he was in yours. You pulled away, and he still held you.

"You're— you're here. . .?" You said, not believing what was happening and what you were experiencing.

"You said to visit you when I missed you. So, here I am." He elaborated.

"On my flying boat." He nodded behind him, and you didn't even notice that the albino dragon was with him.

"Oh, Gods. . ." A breath of joy made its way out of your mouth, and you looked back at her even more.

"I didn't tell you when I still had the chance to, so I'm saying it now." Hiccup's hands met yours, and you looked down to see him intertwine them.

"I don't want you gone."

"But I'm not gone. . .?" You asked.

"No, I—" He sighed deeply, then replied in a better way.

"I don't want you to disappear from me." He expressed.

Your time seemed to slow. When he said it, it felt like it was just you and him.

"Hiccup. . ." Your eyes went soft.

"I know you think it won't be right with us, with you staying back at the Edge because of what happened at your tribe, but—" He gripped your hands in his, a reassurance to you that he's there, and assurance to him that he's actually holding you.

"This is different. You belong with us, with. . ." Hiccup brows furrowed in disdain, thinking that what he might say might be quite corny.

"You belong with me."

Without another beat, your gentle expression turned into something of a teasing demeanor, bursting out into a giggle.

"Okay, I know that was quite cheesy,"

"Oh, very cheesy." You nodded fervently, your sweet laugh still ringing in his ears.

"I know, I know— but. . . You get what I mean." He tilts his head slightly.

"Yeah, I— I do." You look down at both your interlocked hands, then unlinking them together, doing something Hiccup never expected you would do.

"Do you really think I'll belong if I stay?" You cup side of his face, his body instinctively leaning towards your touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Always." He sighs out.

"Good, because I'm never leaving."

You leaned in quickly, his lips meeting yours. Hiccup went wide-eyed, then kissed back.

Lips locking, hands on each other's, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

And Hiccup? He felt like he was in Valhalla.

Pulling away, you try to ask a question to the brunet. But you pulled away too little, and Hiccup's lips met yours again quite clumsily, his hands making it to your waist, pulling you closer.

You accepted his actions, nonetheless. But after a few more moments, you pulled away, far enough this time.

"Wait,"

"What. . .?" You saw his face, and he looked as if he wanted to whine, his eyes slightly teary, pleading.

"Where would I stay then?"

"Mine, of course. Unless, y'know. . . You wanna be staying with Snotlout, of all people." He sarcastically replied.

"Hmm," You vocalized, looking up to pretend you were thinking.

"Maybe I do want to room with Snotlout, he has some really good nicknames for you—"

"Oh, just come here." He rolled his eyes as he cut you off, his lips meeting yours again.

Your kissing was filled with clumsy teeth knocking with one another, his hands on your waist more firm.

There was another thought popping up in his head.

If you did become roommates with Snotlout, he wouldn't mind at all.

Because he'd just steal you away, every damn time.

BONUS ⋆˚࿔

"So, does that mean you'll be staying at Hiccup's hut?" Astrid asked.

Everyone gathered at the Blacksmith's Forge, excited to see you again knowing you weren't leaving.

"Until my hut's all done being built, yeah." You responded, leaning onto Hiccup's shoulder.

"I thought rooming with other people wasn't allowed?" Tuffnut crossed his arms.

"No, rooming with other people isn't allowed with you two." Fishleg's corrected.

"Remember the time you guys lit me on fire in my sleep?" The blond Viking bleated.

"Whatever, that was a totally cool stunt." Tuffnut jeered.

"It was totally awesome." Ruffnut added.

"Yeah, but maybe that rule still shouldn't be allowed with Hiccup and her." Snotlout finally piped up.

You and Hiccup looked to him, perplexed.

"Who knows? Maybe another Haddock heir will be soon. . ." He said the last part more hushed, but it still was heard by everyone.

Astrid was shocked and stunned, The Twins seemed awfully intrigued, Fishlegs was confused then understood, excusing himself out of the conversation, Hiccup was sputtering out his words, and you started to blush furiously.

You tried to defend yourself, but a looming shadow behind Snotlout seemed to do it first.

Now, the Screaming Death was trying to bite Snotlout's buttocks off, and now all of you were laughing.

"A Haddock heir, eh?" You drawled, looking over to Hiccup.

"I— uh, I don't think we're really, y'know ready for that, actually no—" He tripped over his words.

"Scratch that, I'm sure that I'm not."

idk if I hate the theme or like it, but I can't change it anymore so womp womp :(

did you like the fic? If you do, drop a note and let me know what you thought of it :DD

thank you for reading ~ !

[alessabriel]

HEYYY I HAVE AN IDEA so like hiccup with saying “girlfriend?!?!?! That’s my WIFE” when someone says something along the lines of “tell your girlfriend to get out of my face” after they insult either reader or hiccup or just something like that

She is my wife!

Hiccup x Fem!reader 

Since the words girlfriend and wife were specifically used, I assumed that the reader is feminine.

I had something of a fight with my father, and I had the urge to punch an authority figure, which may or may not have slipped through in this fic.

Warnings: None in particular, there are some curses and the one horny thought from the reader.

You didn’t really get why you were here. No, that was a lie. You understood why you were here. 

One of the tribes allied with Berk had a dragon problem and as the “heralds” of the dragon-human peace and cooperation you and the dragon riders were expected to interfere in order to solve the problem. 

That and Hiccup would use any excuse to get out of Berk for a little while. Plus, it was hard to really entrust that task to anyone else. 

Politically speaking, sending someone other than Hiccup or the dragon riders could be viewed as Berk looking down on the tribe asking for help. On the other hand, someone inexperienced could make matters worse with the dragons in question. 

There was Valka, you supposed, she met all of the criteria as far as experience and status were concerned, but while her dragon skills were unmatched—except for maybe Hiccup— her people skills could still use some work.

So, yes, generally, you understood why you were here instead of someone else. You even understood why Hiccup had insisted you join him. Not that you would have let him go alone. He was prone to getting in trouble when left alone for prolonged periods of time. 

What you didn’t understand was why you were having a strategic meeting with this tribe about the dragon problem. Usually, you would go to wherever you were called to calm down the dragons, inspect the area for what is causing them to act out aggressively and proceed to lecture the villagers about what, why and how the problem occurred in the first place. 

You have been here for what felt like hours listening to the chief go on and on about things you were far too bored and uninterested in to pay attention to. You were sure that you zoned out at some point, only coming back to reality after Hiccup had taken hold of your hand, tagging at it softly. 

“So glad to see that you are back with us.” The sarcastic voice of the man sitting across from you rang in your ears. He was clearly displeased with your lack of attention. 

“Yeah… um, my mind drifted for a moment. I apologise.” You said not really feeling apologetic, but trying to appease the man on the other side of the table nonetheless. 

“It is alright.” His voice sounded rough and aged. “Not everyone can follow along with complex discussions.” He smiled condescendingly. 

The bastard wasn’t even trying to be tactful with his remarks. 

“Must be all the repetitions and dancing around the subject.” You said quickly, stopping Hiccup from answering.

Your hold on his hand tightened as he turned to look at you. He looked confused and a little concerned. Why were you stopping him? There was no reason to indulge this charade if this was how you were gonna be treated. 

You ran your thumb across his arm soothingly, holding his gaze, looking calm, trying to show that it’s okay. 

Hiccup’s lips pressed to a thin line, tightening his own hand around yours. 

“Perhaps you lack your chief’s ability to comprehend difficult words.” The chief’s voice ruined the tender moment.

There was a meaning to be had here. Someone of your station shouldn’t be present in a meeting between chiefs. Other than the obvious insult to your intelligence. Again.

Oh, so that’s how he wants to play it. “Perhaps the problem is that, unlike my chief—” Gods, calling Hiccup by his title felt beyond wrong—“you lack the ability to be concise and to the point.” 

Hiccup watched the exchange with his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. So much for diplomatic relations.

“Watch your words, little girl.” The chief raised his voice, getting up from his chair, wood scraping against wood from the force. 

“Or what?” You get up, placing your hands on the table. Your eyes pinned on his, extending a challenge that, realistically speaking… you… would lose.

Hiccup let out a tiny groan as he also got up, placing a hand in front of each of you, trying to keep you both apart. “Aaaalright. I think we are getting way off subject. How about we take a break and get back after we all have—”

“You need to be more mindful of your people, Hiccup.” The chief turned his attention to Hiccup. “I can understand that love can make you want to be lenient, but even your loved ones are not above your rule.” He spoke with such conviction, like he was trying to teach and reprimand Hiccup at the same time. “You might be new to this, but you need to learn. Don’t insult your father’s legacy, boy.” 

Your mouth dropped open. The entire hut fell silent for a second. 

“I’m gonna wipe the floor with you. You sad old man.” You said as you moved to jump across the table towards certain death.

“NO!” Hiccup yelled quickly, wrapping his arms around your middle. “No, no, no, no.” He kept repeating as he tried to move towards him. 

“Is this how you establish the law, boy? Get your girlfriend out of my face!” The chief yelled again. “And since she is so prone to acting wild, it is best to have her wait outside with the dragons.” He added, just as Hiccup had managed to get you away from the table and to his side. 

“First of all.” Hiccup’s voice rose as well. “She is my wife.” He emphasised. “And let me be clear that in this situation, you are asking us for help. It would be best to remember that every indulgence and goodwill that has been extended towards you that has nothing to do with your dragon problem has been because of my wife.” 

The chief was looking at Hiccup, surprised. You, on the other hand, felt rather smug about this particular turn of events. 

“We have wasted enough time here. We will deal with the actual reason for our visit now.”

He was so hot like this… You are definitely fucking him once you are back on Berk.

…

Damn your brain does not know how timing works.

He moved to leave the hut, taking hold of your hand and leading you outside with him. You threw a pleased look at the chief as you moved and batted your eyes, letting the feeling of victory radiate from you and further the old man’s shock.

Hiccup kept walking after you were both outside, not slowing his pace or letting go of your hand. Once he deemed that good enough, he suddenly stopped and turned to face you. 

He looked like he was about to say something, looking like a storm was held at the edge of his tongue. Instead, he just let out a deep exhale and let his head fall to your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” 

“Really? I thought I held back for quite a long time.” You said, running your fingers through his hair. 

Hiccup let out a weak laugh, putting his hands around your waist. “Still though…” 

“Still what? I think I did us both a favour. Now we can get on to doing what we actually came for and then go home.” You said feigning innocence. 

“You will be the end of all of Berk’s diplomatic relations.” He mumbled, giving you a quick peck on the lips. 

“Not all,” you said, giving him another kiss. “Just the annoying ones.”

[alessabriel]

How To Train Your Dragon Fic Recs

This is a list of incredible fanfics that I read a few years ago on Tumblr based on the movies (and potentially the books and show, though I haven't read/watched them) that make up the How To Train Your Dragon franchise.

📝 Ongoing/Unfinished

📝 A Gift from the Gods Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 by @pastel0rchid Hiccup x f!reader (7.8k)

Glitter & Leather by @milksuu Hiccup x fairy f!reader (2k)

Healing by @curawrites Hiccup x f!reader (1.4k)

Httyd characters Headcanon by @sivyera multiple x gn!reader (0.9k)

ORPHIC by @midnight-xx Hiccup x f!reader (0.7k)

please wake up by @kiwihrt hiccup x sister!reader (2.8k)

Prisoner by @disneygirl2202 Hiccup x reader (0.9k)

Rewrite the Stars by @leiasfanaccount648 Hiccup x f!reader (7.7k)

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 Part 1 | Part 2 by @creamyavocadosoup rtte!hiccup x fem!reader (3.7k)

Tension much? by @disneygirl2202 Hiccup x reader (0.5k)

The Gates Of Valhalla by @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Hiccup x reader (0.8k)

THE STRANGE HUMAN by @vevehoshizora hiccup & (pokemon) flygon!reader ft. toothless (0.5k)

Whispering Woods by @c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak Hiccup x f!reader (1k)

You Should’ve Known by @disneygirl2202 Hiccup x reader (1.9k)

[alessabriel]

Hiccup as your boyfriend!

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x fem! Reader

Contents: Lover boy hiccup, fluff, toothless mention <3

- You had known of hiccup since you were a kid. He is the son of stoick the vast, but he didnt act like it. He was clumsy, often tripping over his own two feet. Always causing chaos when he tried to help fight, and just wasnt cut out to be the next cheif of berk.

- Hiccup admired you from afar. He watched you as you trained, as you flicked your long hair back from your sweaty face and often adjusted your oversized viking hat that he thought was adorable. The determined look on your face and the way you swiftly moved through the air onto the ground with your sword caused a lump in his throat and his eyes to widen. As much as he loved watching you, he hated what you were training for because little did you know, or anyone knew, he had a dragon of his own.

- The day that you realized he just might be something was the day he saved you from a dragon. You were pinned down and helpless when a large dark figure flew over you and you felt human hands grab your waist. You were quickly thrown into the air, You noticed it was Hiccup that had grabbed you and sat you on a dragon that blended into the dark night sky. You hugged his back tightly, "Hiccup!" you screamed. “Its okay! Let me show you!” He yelled back. He flew you all through berk on his night fury and your fear slowly started to fade away. Since then, you and Hiccup became inseparable. Your new friendship surprised everyone that knew you and the boys in berk that wouldn’t leave you alone scoff out of jealousy. Hiccup had taught you that dragons werent dangerous, everyday you went with him to visit his night fury, toothless. Toothless showered you with affection just like he did with hiccup. In return, you taught hiccup skills for fighting and hunting. You two spent many days walking together in the forest, flying around, laughing. But you’d never forget the day you finally kissed him. His soft chapped lips were so sweet it gave you a toothache. The way he melted into your kiss and held your face in his hands like thats all they were made for.

- Hiccup is all about you. He carved your initials everywhere like his sword, the side of his helmet, on his gear. He is so loyal to the point he hates even being around another girl. He makes sure to ALWAYS mention he has a girlfriend. He is constantly talking about you to anyone, even if they had heard him a million times already. He talks about your days together, your accomplishments, how much he loves you. He often slacks off during tasks because his mind is so occupied with thoughts of you.

- Hiccup is big on physical touch. He loves to put his arm around your shoulder and hold you close as you two walk, grab your waist and pull you into a kiss, hug you from the back and bury his face into your neck. little things like fidgeting with your hair, with the fur on your clothes or holding hands. Everytime you two cuddle, he caresses your face and looks you in the eye, saying the sweetest things you've ever heard in the gentlest tone. He loves feeling close to you.

- Hiccup is fiercely protective over you. Hes also quite possessive, he watches everyone like a hawk, making sure no one gives you weird looks or talks down on you. The one time someone did, He almost got toothless to kill them until You stepped in. He knows you can defend yourself but he doesnt let you. He loves to take care of you and a part of his brain goes crazy at the thought of him not being there for you. He loves showing you off, twirling you around and kissing you in public, he loves showing that the most beautiful and strongest girl in berk is his.

- The little things matter to Hiccup. Doing absolutely nothing with you means absolutely everything to him. Embracing each other in silence meant more to him than anything this world could offer him. He kept everything that reminded him of you. your knife, a piece of your clothing, rocks that you picked out, The small doodles you would randomly give to him were in a neat stack beside his bed. every night he would go through them and softly smile, you often did things for him and it made it easier for Hiccup to sleep at night Knowing you thought about him and loved him.

- Hiccup loves long talks. You two sit on the edge of a cliff, watching the dragons fly and the clouds move while talking about anything ranging from funny jokes to deep, intelligent conversations. But with these conversations, Hiccup often feels like you’re too good for him. Youre so smart and brave and strong, He felt like he wasnt any of those things. He tends to overthink too much and hurt his own feelings, he needs constant Reassurance. Whenever you hold him, twirling strands of his hair with your finger, Saying words that sends unexplainable amounts of joy to his heart, He lets himself believe everything will be okay.

- Hiccup never had a clear view of his future. For the longest time he thought he was meant for failure and yearning for love for the rest of his life. but the course of his life took a drastic turn when he met toothless, he became the first viking to train a dragon. It took an even bigger turn when you found your way to Hiccup. He became the luckiest man in the world. Hiccup looked at you as the sun shined on your smooth skin, the sound of your soft breathing as you slept on toothless’s side with your little fingertips touching his hand, he knew you and his dragon was all he would ever need.

Requests!

A/N: hellloooo…? Remember me guys…? Im back!Its been a long year away i missed you guys! im currently obsesssing over the httyd live action so i decided a short cute hc would be perfect for my comeback <3 my obx and long fics WILL return dont worry guys, hope you enjoy!!!

[alessabriel]

I really really really don't know who to ask and I'm new to AO3😢😥😥 Is commenting too much awkward??? I'm socially inadept and interacting with people online gives me an overload of anxiety and recently I've found this fic and fell super deep in love with it and commented massive messages on each chapter. The author replied to me at the beginning but recently they just stopped (hi I understand it's not the author's job to reply and they're likely busy with their life too) but I can't help but be kind of worried that I somehow had put them off (because my comments sometimes involves analyzations and if I get into something too much I can be too excessive) I plead for advice is this normal???

while I can only speak for myself, I as a writer absolutely LOVE it when people give me long comments (the longer, the better lol) and, for me personally, there’s no such thing as too many comments.

love love love love these long comments, they help motivate me, especially when my readers give me deep analysis on the characters and/or their actions.

anyway, fellow writers, reblog if you love long positive comments

[alessabriel]

MDNI 18+

gojo satoru almost never removes his blindfold.

not during missions, not to sleep. not even when you’re beneath him like this, panting into his mouth. he usually keeps it on—spares him the headache. you’ve never minded, though. his presence alone compensates for what he keeps hidden.

but tonight, something makes him pause mid-thrust.

he stills, breath shallow. two fingers hook beneath the edge of the fabric. with one slow pull, he slides it down. it hangs around his neck now. what’s revealed steals away your breath.

his eyes are otherworldly.

not just electric—opalescent, almost volatile in their beauty. platinum bled to cobalt, cold fire beneath a lattice of lashes so pale and translucent they catch light like spun sugar, long enough to kiss his cheekbones when he blinks. too beautiful to be real. too unreal not to be divine.

you reach up, brushing a lock of silver hair from his damp forehead, fingers grazing the corner of one crystalline eye. his lashes flutter—languid, indulgent, unbearably fond.

“you like?” his grin tilts crooked. boyish and smug. words simply fail you, so you nod. the motion cause you to tighten around him. he exhales sharply, nearly chokes on a groan.

“careful,” gojo mutters, sinking deeper into you. “you keep lookin’ at me like that, i’ll embarrass myself.”

your legs cinch around his waist, and the next breath he lets out is shaky. there’s colour high on his cheeks now—pink cresting beneath damp silver hair, reaching the delicate points of his ears. his gaze lingers on your face, then dips to the bounce of your breasts as he thrusts again.

“told you i was pretty.”

[alessabriel]

I wanna know what u think how big, girthy, and long hiccup is😏 like is that bitch gigantic or pretty average but girthy girthy, I just wanna know what you think

this post is 18+, minors dni.

personally ☝️ i think it's just like him. tall and skinny dude -> really long, thinner dick. not thin, just thinner. not girthy, a little on the skinny side, but it's long and that juxtaposition makes both features stand out more. sometimes you wonder where he's hiding that thang because you're pretty sure it should be down by his knees in those tight little leggings he wears but dragon riding teaches a guy how to protect the family jewels i guess. probably cups or otherwise secures himself for the rigorous activities he's got going on throughout the day. which is why it's such a huge surprise when he whips it out for the first time and it looks bigger than his HAND. and tbh it's so nice because you can barely fit the entire thing in your mouth without it going down your throat and he loves watching you gag on it. the visuals of you not being able to put him all the way in your mouth?? beautiful. it takes a bit of prep work to make sure you can fit him all the way inside of you, but it's so worth it.

he's really packing something crazy, you've always gotta go for the town reject.