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𝐯𝐢 | 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

— CW ; A little bit of teen awkwardness.

— Synopsis ; Hiccup begins to garner his villages attention when the finals of dragon training come through, but he’s more focused on instead improving his bond with both Toothless and (Name). The both of them rarely spend time in the village, and encounter a few problems when Hiccup is learning to fly.

— Word Count ; 12025

Masterlist | CHAPTER XII — TBA

ᛊᚨᚠᚾᚨ ᛗᚨᚾᚠᛃᛟᛚᚦᚢᛗ

Metal clattered against stone in a loud crack of noise as a small trap door was shut, the swing of the hinge creaking as it swayed before a boot was placed upon it, effectively ceasing its movement. The leather held the dog-sized door down, and Hiccup looked up from the crusted surface, turning back to the amazed group behind him.

The Terrible Terror he'd just trapped made chitters from behind where it was now stuck again, showing off his feat. Those around stared at the boy with wonder, with only two exceptions being amongst the crowd. Astrid, who glared at him as if she wanted to gut him, and (Name), who smiled at him with a large grin, as she knew the origins of his trick.

It was a simple tactic, one they'd used on Toothless, and Hiccup had decided to mimic it in the ring. Using the metal ball in his shields centre, Hiccup had cast a tiny dot onto the floor like magic. The refracted light drew the small dragons attention, and just as Toothless had, it chased after it, crawling across the floor to retrieve the glowing spot.

With this, Hiccup had managed to coerce the dragon back into its cage, and now, he held his boot against the door to keep it inside, ending the training with one move and a cheeky grin.

"Woah— that was so cool!" Tuffnut jumped up, a large wicked grin cast across his face. The boy was uncharacteristically excited in the aftermath of the displayed skills, and understandably, the rest of the group had a flicker of surprise cross their faces, before divulging into different thought processes.

Hiccup — now swarmed by a group of four — was startled by the attention, his eyes rounding in a childish way and his own shoulders shrinking on their own. It was a sudden change, one that had been spurred into movement by the acquiring of skills. Fishlegs, the twins and Snotlout all crowded around the small boy, flocking like birds to seed.

"Yeah dude, I've never seen anyone do that! How'd you figure that out!?" Snotlout questioned, his voice filled with an unexpected tinge of both wonder and adoration. It was... a stark contrast from the norm, to say the very least. Hiccup's eyes roved the four surrounding him, before they peered through the gaps of their bodies to spot Astrid retreating and (Name) coming over to join the huddled crowd.

"That was really cool. I think so at least," (Name) spilled, initiating a throttle of compliments fuelled by her own, all directed towards Hiccup, not to mention questions following alongside.

"I didn't know Terrible Terrors were attracted to light... how did you figure it out!?" Fishlegs gaped in disbelief.

"You've gotta teach me that one," Snotlout placed a firm hand on the smaller boy's shoulder, the action intimate— almost something two close friends would do when joking around with one another. Hiccup cringed at the tight hold as Hiccup squeezed his shoulders.

"I uh— I'll tell you guys all about it while we leave," Hiccup smiled sheepishly, slipping himself out of Snotlout's hold and purposefully slinking through the gaps in the crowd to quickly speed towards the arenas exit. Of course, the others followed him— still pestering him with questions even as they exited the ring.

Bombarding queries followed him, landing somewhere along the lines of...

"I didn't read that in the book of dragons... how'd you find that out?!"

"Did you guess it? Or did you secretly take down a Terrible Terror!?"

"Come on Hiccup— tell us! I wanna do that, it was so cool!"

They kept smothering the smaller of the lot, even as they began to walk across the bridge back to the mainland of Berk— where Hiccup suddenly stopped walking, a crooked smile forming on his face awkwardly.

"Uhm... I uh, left my axe back in the ring. But— I'll tell you guys all about it at dinner!" Hiccup suddenly cleared his throat, taking a step backwards as a few curious glances trailed behind him. Yet, they didn't have time to linger for long as Hiccup suddenly turned tail and ran, rushing back to 'grab his axe'.

(Name) watched him with a curious eye, almost falling for the same bluff before she caught onto the underlying meaning. 'Back in the ring', while usable as a term to refer to the arena, between the two, it meant the ring of walls that surrounded Toothless in the cove.

Ah, he was trying to slip away, albeit rather sloppily.

(Name) cast a glance back at the others, clearing her throat. "Ah, I'll go help him find it. Y'know how clumsy Hiccup can be when he misplaces things..? Right?" She sheepishly smiled, taking her own few steps back before waving and turning around into her own sprint across the slippery wooden boards of the bridge.

Snotlout blinked, his eyebrow raising.

Ruffnut placed her hands on her hips, a slight pout forming. "Awh... I wanted to get private lessons from (Name)," she whined, crying to the others surrounding her. They turned to her with curious gazes.

"What?" She snapped, defensively huffing in their direction.

"You guys didn't know? That's obviously why Hiccup is getting so good and they've both been gone together! She's obviously teaching him how to kill dragons!" Ruffnut pointed out, clicking her finger in the direction of the constantly disappearing duo.

"I thought Hiccup just had cancer," Tuffnut shrugged.

"Why on earth would he have cancer?!" Snotlout shook his head, smacking Tuffnut harshly upside the head.

"Ow! Hey— that hurt," Tuffnut stumbled back, one hand coming up to clutch his now reddening chin as the blood rushed to the injured area. "..."

"Do it again."

"You're such a weirdo—" Snotlout gagged, sneering at Tuffnut as he pleaded for Snotlout to hit him once more.

"Hiccup, please never get kidnapped and interrogated."

"...uh, I wasn't planning on it?" Hiccup turned to the girl who walked side by side with him, his brows twitching at the sudden plea from her end of the conversation. "Why... is this being brought up?" He cocked his head, his question laced with an uncertainty.

(Name) sighed, her eyes rolling instinctively before she craned her neck to look at Hiccup. "Because, you're a terrible liar," she pointed out, jutting a finger loosely at his chest, her hand just barely brushing the fur of his vest.

" 'I left my axe back in the ring'. What kind of excuse is that? I told my mother better lies whenever I ate all the dessert," she snorted, retracting her hand to cross it over her chest.

"Well— it's all I could think of! Plus, the only one smart enough there to get suspicious is Fishlegs, and he probably wouldn't care that much anyway," Hiccup shrugged, pursing his lips and facing forwards again.

"It was still dumb. At least try to make it believable next time," she huffed, shrugging her shoulders.

"Okay— what would you say then?" Hiccup looked to her from his peripheral.

"...that's a really good question," she pressed her lips into a thin line.

"See! Even you can't think of anything!" He elbowed her— yet not in the manner as if he were retaliating against someone who'd insulted him, rather in the way that two friends would casually play-fight with one another. A childishly intimate touch that didn't quite register as what it was intended to be.

"Well I'd be able to think of something, just give me a second," she elbowed him back, her action holding the same unsaid fondness his did.

"..."

"One—"

"No!" (Name) suddenly twisted on her heel, slapping her hand over his mouth in a rush, causing both of them to stop in the middle of a few brambles.

"Don't even start," she hissed, trying to hold an intimidating glance, yet accidentally letting the smallest slink of a grin slip through her irritated facade.

Hiccup reached up a hand, gripping her wrist and attempting to pry it from his mouth. "Mmh—!" Whatever cries he tried to reason with became muffled, the both of them determined to keep their stances.

"You lost your speaking privileges mister!" (Name) proclaimed, her declaration firm as a small laugh slipped through her voice, the smaller slink of joy being a dead giveaway to the less intense gravity of the moment.

"You don't get them back until— eww!" (Name) suddenly reeled her hand back as if she'd been stung, immediately wiping her palm off on her clothes with a sneer, her nose turning upwards in disgust.

"Did you just lick me!?" She gasped, staring at Hiccup with wide eyes.

"You wouldn't let go," Hiccup shrugged, turning away and beginning to walk forwards once more.

"You're disgusting," she grumbled, wiping her hand again as she came to join him in their trek through the forest once again.

"I wouldn't be disgusting if you didn't stop me from speaking," Hiccup chimed back.

(Name) rolled her eyes again.

"Okay mr. Sassy," she mocked, shaking her head and pressing her lips down again.

Silence rained down, only the soft sound of icicles chiming against one another as they swayed on the edges of leaves filling the quiet.

The day was peaceful, snow covering the ground at a comfortable height and the sky clear of clouds, the cold of the wind swept up from the ground being cancelled out by the sun that beamed down.

It was warm, and the birds seemed to think so too as more seemed to appear. Some danced from branch to branch, chirping their songs— others perched on leaves and simply sat in a heavy spot of sun, basking themselves as they puffed up their feathers.

The snow beneath the duos feet crunched softly, some stray rocks that were buried beneath the layer of frost cracking under the pressure with every footfall.

"I'm gonna beat you there," (Name) suddenly said— and at the same time she rushed forwards, her feet heavy against the slippery ground as she darted past Hiccup, intending to make it to the cove before he did.

Hiccup jolted as (Name) rushed past him in a blur, her declaration taking a few moments to settle and process in his mind. He spluttered for a second, watching her figure grow father before spurring himself into a run right behind her.

He wasn't one to be competitive, since he'd usually lose at whatever he tried to compete in, but what was the harm in a little race on some slippery ice? Nothing!

"Get back here!" Hiccup couldn't help the small smile that crawled onto his face as he raced after (Name), his own legs, while being short, moved rather fast against the slippery ground of melted and slushing ice grains.

"Nuh uh! I'm beating you! Why would I slow down!" (Name) shouted at him without looking back, her own pace continuing even as her breath grew raggedy within the icy tipped air, the back of her mouth burning with every inhale.

Hiccup narrowed his eyes, his jaw gritting as he realised that he wasn't keeping pace all too well.

"Oh— come on! Woah— wait! Ow!" Hiccup cursed as his boot caught on a stray branch, causing him to go sprawling forwards onto the ground, hard. He landed with a heavy thud, wincing and reaching for his ankle.

"Ow..." he hissed again, pushing himself to sit up as he glanced down towards his foot. On the outside, it didn't seem all too bad.

Though, up ahead, (Name) had heard his call— and she glanced back, still not slowing her pace, yet upon spotting the sight of a collapse Hiccup, snow covering his clothes from where he tumbled, she slowed, considering whether or not this was a trick.

"You okay?" She called, wondering if he was just playing with her.

Hiccup didn't answer back, far too busy focusing on staring at his ankle— which didn't look that bad from afar, but then again... if Hiccup did actually injure himself, that wouldn't really be good for anyone.

Bitting her tongue, (Name) turned to jog back over to where Hiccup had fallen, crouching down beside him.

"You okay?" She peered over him, glancing down towards where he clutched at his leg. Again, she wasn't a medical expert of any sorts, only knowing the basics of how to heal a common cold, but his leg looked fine.

"No, I think I—" Hiccup's hands retreated from his leg. "Sprained my ankle!" He suddenly shouted, his form springing up with momentum he gained from pushing (Name) over into the snow, face first.

She yelped as he landed into the snow, quickly pulling herself back up as she heard the sound of Hiccup sprinting away quickly. She wiped snow from her face, the cold stinging her skin painfully.

"You little—" she craned her neck, seeing the large head start Hiccup had gained. She couldn't let him gain any further ground. Quickly pushing herself up without a care for the snow hugging her, she slipped her first few steps before starting up in a sprint after the running boy.

"That's cheating!" She cried as she chased after him.

"I didn't know there were any rules!" Hiccup laughed, smiling triumphantly as he saw the cove up ahead, quickly shifting his course so that he swiftly slipped through the rocks opening and tumbled to the coves insides.

Behind him, (Name) followed quickly after, a defeated slump to her shoulders as she joined him in the coves belly.

"Looks like I win," Hiccup boasted with a crooked smirk.

"You only won because you cheated," she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and turning away from him pettily.

"It's not cheating if it wasn't specified that I couldn't do it," Hiccup shrugged nonchalantly, still prideful over his win against her.

"Yes it is—" (Name) turned back to him, only to be tackled by a black blur. She cried as she was suddenly crushed by an eight-hundred kilogram dragon. The onyx scaled animal rested atop her, saddle still strapped to his back.

"Toothless, hey!" She wheezed, a small smile cracking on her face as Toothless greeted her with a hard tackle, the dragon clearly happy to see her back. Toothless sniffed her, his pupils wide as he decided to lay down full fully, encapsulating (Name) in a hug of his own.

Hiccup watched the scene with shock, jaw dropped as he saw his 'own' dragon choose to greet (Name) instead of him. "Toothless! What is this favouritism!" Hiccup pouted, crossing his arms over his chest as he scowled.

"I'm just better, suck on that," (Name) stuck her tongue out at him, a teasing look on her face as she happily returned Toothless' affections with scratches on the scales under his many ear plates.

Toothless rumbled, and in his moment of joy another figure joined the fray. Tiny and blue, yet much bigger than when she'd first appeared from the shells of an egg. Shocker crawled out from under Toothless' tucked wing, coming to join the hug.

(Name) smiled as her own companion came to join the 'group' hug. "Hello to you too Shocker, did you guys miss me?" She held a purposefully gleeful smile, seeing the pouty stance of Hiccup who still stood off to the side with crossed arms.

"I feel like this is targeted," Hiccup grumbled, shifting his weight to one foot.

"No, it's karma. Big difference," (Name) hummed from her spot on the floor, hugging both dragons as best as she could from her compromised position.

"It wasn't cheating! You're just easy to fool," Hiccup turned, forcibly staring out over the frosted lake that the cove held in its grasp. The foliage that had once surrounded it was now gone, reduced to sodden ashes in the midst of Berk's cold.

When Hiccup had first found this place, with Toothless trapped in the middle— which just so happened to be... almost a month ago — it was blooming with a brimming green, brambles sprouting outwards from crevices and fish swimming leisurely beneath the waters surface, oblivious to the shadow that lurked above.

Now, it was decked with snow, leaves fallen and twigs dried with ice as if it had almost been frozen in time. The fish were no longer clearly visible from the surface, and a soft breeze would occasionally sweep in to brush against Hiccup when the ocean rocked in the distance.

"Okay, Toothless I actually need to get up now— the snow is soaking my clothes," (Name's) voice called Hiccup's attention, causing the boy to turn back as he saw her attempting to wriggle from it from beneath Toothless.

Toothless huffed through his nose, yet the dragon reluctantly lifted himself from the girl beneath him and trotted away, the tiny little blue Shocker still clinging to his back.

(Name) wiped the snow from her clothes, dusting herself off before glancing back to Hiccup. "You gonna stop sulking?" She quirked a brow.

"I'm not sulking," Hiccup denied, shrugging his shoulders.

"You so are! You're just mad Toothless loves me more," again with the teasing, (Name) felt the need to garner anything over Hiccup after her loss. She wasn't willing to end on an uneven note.

"He doesn't love you more. I'm the one who flies with him. Plus, he'll probably love me even more after today," Hiccup snorted.

"Oh yeah? Why's that? You got some treats for him or something? Gonna bribe your own dragon?"

"No. I'm going to try flying without the rope," Hiccup reached into the inside of his vest, removing a small parchment he'd tucked inside and holding it up once he'd fished it out.

It was worn and old, just like all other paper on Berk, some drops of some kind of liquid lingering on the paper, likely originating from when the paper was originally made— but the contents written onto the paper were more intriguing then its state of being.

Charcoal had been nearly sketched, smudged and blended together to form what seemed to be a diagram of some kind, different columns and rows all holding a drawing of what seemed to be Toothless' mechanical tail fin in different states. Some with one fin closed, others with both open:

(Name) had seen this paper before, Hiccup had invented it after struggling to figure out how to operate Toothless' tail— only now, Hiccup revealed it along with a proclamation, a clear determination lingering within the small yet daring boy.

Contemplative silence stewed, one that had (Name) scrutinising Hiccup for seconds as she processed what he'd just stated her attempt.

"Already? You've only been flying for just over a week, don't you think you should practice a little more?" She narrowed her eyes, seeming unsure about the prospect.

Her lips twisted downwards into a frown, an obvious worry and unsettling sensation coursing through her as she thought about the dangers that may lurk higher up in the sky where the clouds called home.

What if he fell? What if the tail suddenly stopped working? It's not as if she doubted Hiccup's smith abilities, it was more so she doubted the safety of being thousands of yaks high into the air.

What if he got flown into the sun by Toothless? What if Toothless decided to fly him off the edge of the world—? That would mean she'd never see Hiccup again! And that he'd die... she couldn't accept that happening, as much as she'd keep it to herself.

"I'll be fine, plus... I think I've gotten pretty good at controlling Toothless' tail fin," Hiccup shrugged, sureness practically oozing off of him. He sure was determined to get out there on the actual open skies instead of lurking above a cliffs surface.

A fools errand in (Name's) opinion.

"Well— just do one more flight test above the cliff before you do. What if the tail stops working?" (Name) ushered, nodding up to the crevice of where the coves exit lie.

"It'll be fine," Hiccup tried to protest again, but a stern glare of crossed arms from (Name) made him close his mouth with a dejected sigh.

"Fine... I'll do one more flight test," Hiccup muttered, glancing over his shoulder to see Toothless lying down again.

"Toothless! Time to practice flying again!"

At the word 'flying', Toothless' head shot up, that word being one that he'd come to recognise and associate with stretching his very own wings and being able to feel the breeze between his scales again. Toothless jolted up roughly, almost knocking Shocker from his back in the process of running over to Hiccup.

Hiccup almost snorted at the 'charming' display.

"Yeah bud, calm down... now, let's go," Hiccup waved them both after him as he went first towards the crevice, slipping through it easily— both (Name) and Toothless following behind him.

"Okay... just one more test," Hiccup nodded from the back of Toothless, sending a glance over to (Name) — who was currently cradling Shocker in her arms again as she watched Hiccup with a careful eye — then making sure the rope was properly secured to Toothless' saddle.

He checked the coils; the wires, anything he could check up on at all— he checked it, at (Name's) demanded request of course. He himself wasn't too worried about the tail failing, more than informed enough about his own mechanism, but she had practically forced him to do one more trial one before becoming 'suicidal', as she'd put it.

The leather was still in shape, and all the metal parts were still sliding smoothly between their conjoined counterparts— the saddle and tail fin wouldn't likely need a tuning for another good long while, and that was a thanks to Hiccup's own genius.

The wind howled softly, lying flat against the world before it picked up, finally releasing itself from its waiting position. Toothless felt it and instinctively his wings unfurled, cupping the air beneath his span and allowing it to guide both him and Hiccup just a few feet off of the ground as they'd done so many times.

It was much smoother than the first time, no nervous shaking or uncoordinated movements. No. Instead, Hiccup was practiced in how he controlled Toothless' tail, his foot flickering between positions using the stirrup he'd crafted.

By now, it was almost instinctual, except he still needed to remind himself of the correct tail positions a few times— causing him and Toothless to fumble a few seconds, earning a grumble from the dragon.

"Sorry... still getting used to it," Hiccup jumbled low, just loud enough for Toothless to hear, but soft enough for the wind to carry his voice in the opposite direction of the watchful girl, not wanting her to hear his unsureness.

Quickly recovering, Hiccup and Toothless resumed their hovering, the occasional flap of Toothless' wings keeping them upheld in the air whenever the wind would get a little too soft to keep them afloat.

Hiccup smiled as his foot rotated again, the gears of the saddle clicking with the movement whilst the wind changed speeds. He was finally getting the hang of it— so all he needed to do was land now and...

The wind howled louder as it suddenly picked up, growing a little too close to being a repeat of the very first time he had attempted to fly on the back of Toothless. "Woah!" Hiccup yelped as the sounds of snapping twine reached his ears, adrenaline beginning to flood his system.

The rope— not again.

With a loud crack, like lightning striking, the rope cracked apart, sending both Toothless and Hiccup flying back. Again. It was an exact repeat of the very first time they'd flown. Did the gods not want him to fly solo either..?

Hiccup yelled in pain as he was split from Toothless, ending up somewhere buried in a field of... grass?

Hiccup blinked, registering the sight before his very eyes. Stems of a strangely sage coloured grass poked from the snow cover, as if it were immune to the cold of the weather. The stalks were small, but they were there.

Nevermind, some grass wasn't the most important thing... he was more focused on the sharp pain jolting through his ribs.

Hiccup hissed through his teeth as he sat up, adjusting his scarf as it had been ruffled in the aftermath of of his roughened tumble— the red dusted with snow and dirt as he re-wrapped it around his neck.

"Hiccup! You all good!" (Name) called out to him as she ran over, clear concern on her face as Shocker hung over her shoulder.

She quickly spotted Hiccup in the snow, dashing over to his sitting form with an uncanny speed. "See— you're an idiot, that's why I wanted you to take a test flight!" She huffed harshly, yet despite her scolding words she still extended a hand out towards him, offering her palm to help him up.

"It was the rope... not the saddle," Hiccup used one hand to brush snow out of his hair while the other took her hand, letting her pull him to his feet and help steady himself.

"Still. You need something to keep you on the saddle, what if you fall off out there?" She frowned.

"Fine... fine, I'll make a hook or something, but for now—" Hiccup went to turn to find Toothless, only to get accidentally yanked as he realised his and (Name's) hands were still clasped together.

They both froze, red rising to their cheeks in sync.

"Oh I—"

"Uhm uh, thanks for helping me up," Hiccup cleared his throat awkwardly as they both retreated their hands, neither of them making a move to shift any further as they both stood embarrassed.

"It's... no problem," (Name) muttered, looking away nervously.

"I uh— I'm gonna check up on Toothless," Hiccup coughed, pointing to where there was a clear trail of where the dragon fell.

Oh yeah, Toothless!

"Oh, crap! Toothless," (Name) suddenly remembered the dragon had also fallen with Hiccup, and while Toothless' bones likely weren't as brittle or fragile, having the hardened steel of dragon genetics, there was no telling how hard the dragon had fallen.

Both teens rushed after the trail that told the story of where the dragon fell, following it around a few trees to find Toothless in a clearing in the forest.

"Toothless—!" Hiccup called, only to stop as he saw the weird scene playing before him.

Toothless seemed fine, in a sense, but for some reason he was... nuzzling the floor? The way he purred and flopped, as if the ground was some kind of giant teddy bear. "Uh, what's he doing?" (Name) leaned towards Hiccup, both looking towards Toothless with a grimace.

"I... don't know," Hiccup tilted his head, then he took a slow step forward. It was soft, cautious as he tried to peer into what Toothless was nuzzling against, that's when he saw it— the likely cause of the dragons sudden affection towards the dirt.

The same grass that Hiccup had found himself landing in, it seems Toothless had also found himself piled in. While the quantity wasn't large, Toothless was all over it, almost as if he were addicted. It honestly looked like when the older Vikings would get their hands on Meade.

Except, Toothless didn't have grubby grease slathered hands or a beard with food chunks stuck to it— only the symptoms of being unusually smitten in the presence of the herb.

Hiccup stopped about five paces from Toothless, crouching down to the ground where he found his own patch of the strange nip of grass. He reached for it, plucking a few strands of it from the ground with his fingers, the grass slipping from the snow easily.

Hiccup observed it carefully in his hand, looking between the grass and the still rolling Toothless.

"Grass?" (Name) crouched beside Hiccup, looking curiously at the grass Hiccup now held, Shocker also seemed intrigued by it. The small terror leaned over her shoulder, nostrils flaring as it tried to determine what the grass could be, curious.

Yet, it seems the grass didn't only have a strange affect on Toothless, because the moment Shocker managed to catch a whiff of it, the Terror was all over the strange herb, and I mean all over it. Rolling, purring, trying to snatch it from Hiccup's hands, to which he narrowly dodged. It was as if the grass held some kind of strange effect over the dragons.

"Oi! Settle down," (Name) struggled to hold the energetic terror to her chest, attempting to save Hiccup from the storm that was its newfound energy.

"This... stuff, it's making the dragons go crazy— yet, docile, at the same time," Hiccup hummed, turning his hand over to observe all signs of the stems. It seemed normal, just like regular grass, except for the fact it was still sprouting in winter and the fact its blades were thin and almost sharp, like a blade.

"Yeah, kinda like cat nip, but for dragons," (Name) snorted, glancing to Toothless.

Both (Name) and Hiccup suddenly paused before slowly turning to one another, a moment of realisation seeming to hit them as their minds synced with one another.

"Dragon-nip!"

"Come on lads! From here on out yer lot'll start getting eliminated!" Gobber chanted, his words attempting to be some kind of motivating speech as he watched the kids scramble around in the arena once again.

Back to the Gronkle, that's where they'd circled in their training. They'd done two whole rounds of every single dragon—minus the Monstrous Nightmare—and finally they were on the third round, which was when the finals began to actually creep in.

Starting from here on out, it wasn't training anymore, it was a test of your wits and skills, it was a competition to see who the best prodigy out of them all would end up being. They'd had weeks of preparation, and now it was time to put it to the test.

Shields, blades, all of them were just tools that if you didn't know how to use properly— you would fail horribly.

"Four shots left..." Astrid whispered, her tone determined and strengthened by her own passion for winning. Her axe was held in her hand, a warriors grip keeping it tightly in her hold, and her shield, held in the other— a defensive mechanism to save her from potentially garnering more injuries than needed.

A scar was a testament to your bravery, a physical record of your feats, but too many shouted of your weakness, of your inability to protect yourself.

"Four shots left," she repeated, peering out from behind her planked coverage just in time to see an unlucky Fishlegs be shot right in his shield by the Gronckle.

"Fishlegs! Out!"

"Make that three," she corrected, making sure to stay hidden as best as she could whilst she watched her remaining 'comrades'—rivals— fight for their own stance in dragon training.

Fishlegs, the first to get out, that means he was eliminated from here on out. That also meant she was safe— but, she wasn't going to slack off just because of that. That was the cowards way of winning.

No. She was going to show the audience that had begun to accumulate that she was the one who deserved to slay the dragon, that she was the prodigy who would rise to the status of a shield maiden all on her own. She'd prove that she'd be more capable than anyone in this ring.

Not even (Name) was going to be safe from her competitive nature this time around.

She watched the Gronckle closely, not letting her eyes stray from it— not for a second. She didn't even let her eyes flicker away as it suddenly began to head for Hiccup.

Its wings buzzed like that of a bees, quick and furious as its maw opened. Bright orange blazed from the inside, and that familiar sizzling pop of igniting gas crackled as it prepared to shoot out a blazing ball.

Ugh... Astrid cursed Fishlegs mentally for getting out first. If he hadn't, then Hiccup would have been eliminated right— huh?

The Gronckle suddenly dropped to the floor, following the direction of Hiccup's awkward hand gestures as it suddenly rolled over, tail... wagging happily? And fire immediately keeling into magma that drooled from the sides of its mouth.

The ring went silent, everyone staring in shock at the Gronckle that was so suddenly subdued by none other than the runt Hiccup himself.

Of course, the rumours of Hiccup's sudden proficiency in the ring were unheard, but how could anyone believe them... until now? Astrid blinked, her anger slowly boiling up as she prepared herself to say something, evacuating her hiding spot.

"Yeah—! Go Hiccup!" (Name) cheered before Hiccup could say anything, and her words of encouragement caused everyone around to erupt into cheers. It wasn't that many people, just the dozen adults that came to watch and the rest of the training group, but it was enough to stump Astrid.

She froze in her step, her shield almost falling from her palm in shock.

Astrid flickered her eyes to (Name), meeting the other girls gaze.

They connected eyes, stared for a bit before (Name) gulped visibly, obviously tense and then looked away— bringing her smile back up as she went over to join the group who'd begun praising Hiccup, the commotion moving away from the unconscious Gronckle that Gobber had begun to take back to its cage.

Something inside Astrid ticked in indignation as she got a first row seat to the show of (Name's) gall. In three weeks, three short damn weeks— her best friend had gone from being attached to her side, to following around a boy like no tomorrow.

Is this what those older women talked about when they mentioned how their friends would grow distant once they had... a lover? Astrid almost gagged, her fists clenching into a ball at just the mere thought of the two together.

She couldn't fathom the possibility, it was just so out of reach in her eyes. How... how had (Name) upped and left her so quickly...? What did Hiccup have that she didn't..? She could fight better than him, she'd been friends with (Name) her whole life... the only upside she could acknowledge that Hiccup held over her was... intelligence.

But intelligence wasn't revered, not like strength was. Sure, intelligence was a great trait to have, the ability to outthink another was something to boast pridefully over, but strength had always been held at a higher scale— it had always been weighed in a finer gold than intellect had. So why... why? Why would that be the reason (Name) had left her?

It couldn't have been. There must be another reason.

Astrid didn't know what, didn't know why or how— but she was going to find out just why (Name) liked Hiccup so much, and she was going to one up that troll in every skill he had. She would prove she was worth it.

"You're sure Gobber won't be in today?" (Name) whispered to Hiccup cautiously, the two slinking into the closed off back of the forge in a hidden silence. Their moments of stealth were shoddy ones, skills sloppy and unrefined altogether, but they were careful nonetheless as they attempted to slip into the forge undetected.

"Yeah, it's his off day, he's probably gonna drink Meade in the forge," Hiccup nodded, being far more confident in his step as he careful shut the forges windows from below the counters, praying no Viking noticed the forge window shutting 'on its own'.

The light let inside from the outer quarters was soon shut away, enveloping the inside of the forge in a darker atmosphere that was only illuminated by the subtle glow of the still brimming fire of the gurgling forge, wrapped in cobble.

(Name) stood up once all the windows were closed, allowing herself to freely move around once privacy was guaranteed.

She swiftly shifted around the inner workings of the forge, now formally acquainted with most other of the tools inside. While she may not be able to use them herself, she could surely still identify what they were, what they were for and where they were placed.

"So... you just need to finish the hooks so you don't fall off?" She hummed, running her fingers along the top of the serving counters, feeling the grained wood texture beneath the pads of her fingertips.

"Actually... I've already finished those," Hiccup walked over to one of the counters with a cupboard below— pulling it open and revealing the completed 'hooks' they'd discussed making just in case he almost fell off of Toothless.

They were crafted with a precisely formulated iron at either end, either of them being identical— and through the middle, leather wrapped around the middle, making the material both flexible yet sturdy at the same time.

"So... why are we here then?" (Name) tilted her head, curiosity buzzing under her skin.

"I've had another project I've been working on secretly, without you or Gobber knowing," Hiccup revealed, turning to walk into his personal back room— that of which had become dedicated to him and him only.

All his plans and sketches lie within, not even Gobber entered the area, though, that was more so because Gobber had proclaimed he didn't want to enter 'Hiccup's brooding room', which was... an interesting thing to call Hiccup's own back office.

(Name) followed after Hiccup, slipping past the barrier of cloth that blocked the view and taking a glimpse around the rather small room.

The roof wasn't exactly all that tall, only reaching a head higher than her own head did— and the perimeter of it all was also quite quaint, squished down and filled with all sorts of clutter that seemed to be Hiccup's failed experiments.

(Name) glanced around in a subtle amazement, her eyes prancing over bola designs, attempts at crafting weapons— and then... a desk Hiccup stood before. He was now sat in the chair, his back turned to her.

She didn't really pay much attention to him for a moment, more focused on the display of his genius that was parchments stuck up to the wall for 'all' to see. Drawings of Toothless, Shocker... all so detailed and accompanied by a design for some sort of mechanism.

For Toothless, his paintings of charcoal were smudged alongside diagrams of his mechanical tail and his saddle. For Shocker, a... harness with a satchel was drawn beside the little Terrible Terror.

Hiccup had been attempting to design something for Shocker? (Name) looked to Hiccup who was watching her observe the designs, and when he noticed her attention was back on him, he cleared his throat, his actions antsy and nervous.

"Uh... I've been working on a project, for Shocker. I thought it might be a nice surprise," He shrugged, fiddling with something in his hands.

(Name) looked down to what he held, taking the time to actually look at what he'd crafted.

It was almost an identical match to the harness that was drawn out in the plans... only this in person version seemed much more fresh and refined in its style. Two small saddle backs were attached to either side, and a small loop for something to potentially hook onto was embedded into the leather.

It was so... polished and— (Name) felt her heart swell as she looked at it, the mere sight of the gift causing her throat to begin tightening whilst a smile took hold of her face. Her limbs grew queasy with gratitude, and she had malfunctioned for a moment as she tried to figure out what to say in response.

Hiccup had made this... just for Shocker? Sure, it wasn't a gift for her, but Shocker was her dragon— and for him to make something like this just for her dragon, it was a thought that made her giddy.

"I— you made that...? For Shocker?" She vocalised her thoughts, praying that he nodded in reply.

"Yeah..." Hiccup smiled awkwardly, standing up from the seat as he took a step closer, holding out the harness to (Name) as if to display his handiwork. "It's a harness, uh— obviously, but, I gave it two bags on the side to carry things... and this loop here," Hiccup pointed to the loop (Name) had noticed.

"It's to put letters in, just to make sure they don't fall out. I thought that... since Terror's were so small, it would be a cool idea to test, y'know? And uh, even if the letter idea doesn't work, you can still attach anything to it that you want," Hiccup smiled sheepishly, his hands obviously quivering as he extended the harness further towards (Name), this time offering her to take it.

(Name) took it from him gently, being sure to remain careful as to not add any imperfections to the absolute perfection that she saw his work as.

"It's— I..." she couldn't seem to gather the rights words to say, and Hiccup faltered as he realised that she might not appreciate it as much as he thought she would.

"Sorry, I probably should've asked if you even wanted me to make this," Hiccup shrugged, fiddling with his hands as he looked away sheepishly, a subtle blush dusting his cheeks.

"No! No, it's fine Hiccup! I love it! You really made this just for Shocker?" (Name) assured him otherwise, still reeling in surprise at the gift that he'd likely put sweat and hard work into.

She didn't exactly know how hard smithing could be, but she had a strong bet that if she attempted to make the same craft he'd given her— that she would end up making something completely laughable. So for him to put his skills to use in favour of her, she felt her heart begin to race.

"Yeah, I did. Y'know, since Toothless had a saddle, I thought Shocker might need one too," he nodded, his smile returning as he forced his own eyes to meet (Name's) again. They both went silent.

Not in an uncomfortable way though, but rather in a way where there were too many sentiments to be said all at once— leaving them both confounded and stumbling as they tried to find a way to continue the conversation.

"Thank you," (Name's) suddenly murmured, feeling her own heart stutter in its beat again.

"It's uh, really no problem. It just wanted to do something for you," Hiccup shrugged her appraisal off, his shoulders hunching as he attempted to flush away his fluster that was only growing more intense by the moment.

Silence again, yet the mood change once more. Contemplative. That's what it was.

Suddenly, in a quick movement, (Name) pulled Hiccup close and enveloped him in a hug. She held him tight, squeezing the poor stumped boy against her.

Hiccup wheezed as he was suddenly embraced, not prepared for the sudden strong display of affection thrown his way. He blinked to regain cognitive control a few times, and that was when he realised his position.

He was overlooking (Name's) shoulder, the girl having pulled him close and leaning her head over his shoulder. Hiccup stayed frozen for a moment— only spurred to move when he felt (Name's) hands retreating.

He suddenly hugged her back, returning the embrace that she had given in, but this time— he sent in her way tenfold.

He felt... weird, not in the queasy way like before, or in the drowning way he usually felt when his attempts at creating weapons were belittled— but rather, in a grateful way, in a surprised way. In the way where a child experienced something for the first time.

Hearing his creations being so praised, his inventions and his hard work being thanked, it was something he hadn't experienced before.

Usually he'd get scolded, told he'd injure someone or destroy something— but (Name) didn't do that. She didn't tell him he wasted his time, nor that he shouldn't have even bothered or that she didn't like his gift.

No. She didn't do any of that. She did the exact opposite and more.

She praised his work, told him that she loved the gift, and then hugged him. It seemed like a small gesture at a first glance. A hug was a greeting, a formal move that most engaged in— but this one... was a genuine thanks, a reciprocation of gratitude.

This was a hug full of warmth and pure love. Take that in any way you wish.

Hiccup felt his heart sweep strangely as conflicted emotions arose from the deep. He was happy, grateful that someone liked his work... but he was also solemn and somber, wondering when the last time someone hugged him out of pure affection was.

Even his own father— while certainly caring in his own way— hadn't given him such a hug since he was but a babbling tot. He truly couldn't remember the last time he'd been embraced so genuinely, and that made it all the more better when the hug extended on for longer than it should have.

Though, it of course had to end— and it was both of them who ended it, either of them nervously stepping back.

"Sorry—" the uttered in sync.

Both of them froze, their faces turning redder.

"I mean, no— ugh!" Their words kept spilling out at the same time, and it was only when (Name) took a deep breath to ease her emotions did their synchronised stuttering come to an end. "Uhm... wanna go see if Shocker likes it?" (Name) smiled awkwardly, holding up the harness Hiccup had made.

Hiccup's blush disappeared and he nodded— then, they disappeared.

It's turns out that while Shocker didn't exactly mind the harness, she didn't seem to like it either. She struggled to walk around for the first few minutes with it on, the same way Toothless had fumbled when he wore his saddle for the very first time.

Was being unable to walk with something on their back just a dragon thing or did all creatures do this? She'd never seen a yak get disturbed when a human would attempt to saddle it in a wacky turn of events, so perhaps this behaviour was reserved for the dragons only.

The little Terror stumbled throughout her steps, even flopping over at one point, but by the time the sun had gone to set— she'd gotten the hang of it, walking around properly, only a small stutter to her step to show that the harness was quite new.

But alas, the moments of relishing in the laughter that was shared when watching Shocker stumble as she attempted to get used to the harness dried up, and when the sun began to meet the horizon— the two knew it was time to go back to the hall otherwise the questions would only grow.

So, rushing back as to make it before night fully encapsulated the world, Hiccup and (Name) just barely managed to reach the hall's doors with a scrape of time left on their side. They could hardly see, but the village was easy to pinpoint with the torches lighting up their way.

Hiccup came to the hall door first, leaning his shoulder against it as he pushed the heavy door open. (Name) followed after him inside.

The hall was still filled with the same Vikings, yet it was depleted in crowd density as those sent away on the trip still weren't back. So, under the flickering firelight, Hiccup and (Name) headed to grab their fetch of the prepared 'feast'.

Trays were in their hands, a choice of chicken and or roasted cod split between them both as water was gifted for their drink. They both walked besides one another while chatting softly, eager to continue their conversations, yet no so eager for anyone else to eaves drop on those conversations.

When they came closer to the table where the others in their class sat, (Name) almost natively diverted her feet to trail off and go sit with them, but when Hiccup didn't, and instead walked right past the table to sit at the next one over, she turned again, following beside him.

They both sat down at the table next to each other, placing their trays down and settling themselves on the bench seats comfortably.

"So... what if— we start training uh... y'know in letter delivery?" (Name) leant over to Hiccup, keeping her voice low as she suggested yet another idea to implement with the addition of Shocker's new saddle.

"Like, we can send letters to one another?" (Name) continued, refining her definition.

Hiccup hummed thoughtfully, picking at a scrap of the chicken on his plate. He was contemplating it. "Yeah, we could try," he shrugged, the cogs turning in his head as he thought deeply about the proposition.

"What'cha talking about?"

Both Hiccup and (Name) jumped in their seats, looking up to see not only Ruffnut—who'd spoken— at the other side of the table, but literally the rest of the hall surrounding them. It was... intimidating to say the least.

(Name) nor Hiccup hadn't even noticed the others surround them, they hadn't even noticed when Snotlout sat at their table! It was either Vikings were growing extremely stealthy, or they were simply too enveloped in their conversation to notice them all flock around them.

"Uh..." Hiccup glanced at the beady eyes surrounding him, each of which were eager for answers. His fingers began to softly tap against the table. "Training... tactics?" Hiccup still sounded unsure in his answer, but he didn't fumble as much as he had this morning— instead more solidified in the lie he told.

Ruffnut leapt up from her seat, her hands slamming loudly against the table. "Hah! I knew it— you owe me ten gold!" The blonde jabbed a finger at Snotlout, to which the stocky Viking was grimacing as he fetched a roll of coins from the pocket of his pants, pulling them out and dumping the ordered amount in Ruffnut's hands.

"I still think it's cancer," Snotlout huffed, to which he received weird looks.

"Uh, what are you guys talking about?" (Name) decided to question the strange exchange, her eyes nervously floating between everyone that surrounded them.

"Me and Snotlout had a bet on why you and Hiccup were hanging out together so much. I bet (Name) was training you, that's why you're so good at dragon training, Snotlout bet it was cancer," Ruffnut shrugged simply.

That seemed to stump the 'interrogated' duo even more than the previous display had.

"Okay— wait. You thought I had cancer?" Hiccup turned to Snotlout, expression exasperated.

Snotlout shrugged, not an ounce of regret in his expression, perhaps only the tiniest tinge of defeat lingering after being dealt the wrong hand of cards in the bet.

"(Name) never hangs out with you! I thought she was pitying you!"

"I am not—"

"The lass is probably interested now because of the lads success in training," one of the adults spoke up.

Wait a minute... why were they even formulating thoughts of drama between teenagers—? Y'know what? Never mind.

"Uh, no, it's because she's training Hiccup," Ruffnut scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Uh actually! Hiccup, is uh— training me!" (Name) suddenly proclaimed, turning all attention back to her. While the premise of the declaration was a facade, it wasn't entirely false in its entirety.

Silence.

"Hiccup... is training— you?" Tuffnut repeated, in the same state of disbelief as the rest of the flock.

"Yep! That's why I've been hanging around him so much! He offered to train me... and he's been coming up with all these ideas to take dragons down!" (Name) nodded her head to Hiccup, as if assuring the idea.

Silence again, the same as before. A stewing silence that was filtered by an air of waiting. And then—

"You gotta teach me Hiccup!" Fishlegs squeaked, and all it took was that plea from Fishlegs for everyone else to bring praising Hiccup. Again.

Hiccup stiffened in his posture, hands gripping onto the table tightly as his head ever so slowly craned towards (Name). If looks could kill, the girl would be nothing more than a shrivelling pile of soot on the ground, and all she could offer in apology was a sheepish smile.

Hiccup was bombarded with compliments and pleas of him to train the younger ones— questions about how he figured out his tricks and just an overall flush of attention in his direction.

He definitely looked overwhelmed, attempting to answer the questions as best as he could without giving anything away. Though, he never got much of an answer out before another question was thrown his way. Gods... did anyone here know privacy?

"Alright yer lot! It's late, and trainin' is early again tomorrow. Let the lads get ter sleep."

Apparently Gobber did.

Like a Valkyrie sent from above, Gobber shooed away the crowd and made the perfect excuse for Hiccup and (Name) to slip away unnoticed. The crowd was too busy being scolded by the smithy to even notice the two teens slipping away— abandoning their food at the same time sadly.

(Name) and Hiccup rushed outside of the hall into the cool air, feeling the flush of freezing temperatures surround them in a frosty embrace. The stars now dangled high in the sky, and the two made their way down the illuminated steps with exhausted sighs.

"Geez, talk about personal space," Hiccup ran a hand down his face, shoulders sagging into a relaxed position as the two were finally given a moment of silence again.

The peace of now greatly contrasted the chaos of just moments before, and Hiccup would make sure to thank Gobber later for stepping in and giving him the perfect opportunity to slink away from the flutter of Vikings.

"Yeah, they went a little overkill," (Name) agreed, walking in step with Hiccup.

"Hey, you were the one who said I was training you," Hiccup grumbled, glancing over to (Name). She raised her hands in a mock surrender.

"I was just trying to give you credit! Plus— you kind of are training me," she shrugged, whispering the last part.

"No, I'm training..." Hiccup paused, glancing around just in case any patrol members happen to stray too close to them. "Him. Not you. Big difference," Hiccup corrected, turning back to (Name).

"Same thing," she waved him off, shaking her head.

"Uh, actually it's not."

"Is too."

"Is not—" Hiccup bit back, finally stepping up to the porch of his own hut.

"Okay fine, you're technically not training me... but, not like I can tell everyone else that," (Name) shrugged, pausing as something seemed to come to a realisation.

"Hey... what are we going to go?" She suddenly looked over to Hiccup, the boy raising an eyebrow at her.

"Huh?" Hiccup paused, his hand lingering in the front doors handle.

"About— Toothless, and all that. Do we just... keep hiding this? Forever?" She suddenly asked, one of her hands coming to rub her other arm.

"I— I don't... know," Hiccup blinked, seeming to realise the same thing. They truly had no plan for this. It had all been smooth sailing so far, but that's because everything had been decently peaceful.

What happens when the rest of the village returns? When hunts start happening out in the forest again? What happens then—? She hadn't really taken the time to think about it, and it seems Hiccup hadn't either.

"What if the village finds him?"

"They won't... but, don't worry about it for now... Ill figure something out," Hiccup shook his head, pushing the door open.

"We will."

"Hiccup stopped, looking back to (Name). "Huh?"

"We'll figure it out. I— I don't want the others to find Toothless... or Shocker, either. As much as I never thought it would happen—befriending dragons and all—I don't really want the others to find them," (Name) swallowed.

"..."

"So, if you come up with something," (Name) took a breath, looking over to Hiccup with a small smile. "I'd be more than happy to help," she nodded.

Hiccup nodded back, his heart doing that same thing it had earlier. His hand grasped the door handle tighter. "Yeah, thanks." Hiccup smiled back.

"Night, (Name). See you tomorrow," Hiccup bid her goodbye.

"Night Hiccup," she returned the greeting, staying in her spot until the door closed fully. Even then, she stared at it for a moment, feeling her heart palpate unevenly in her chest.

Finally with a deep breath, the muffled footsteps of Hiccup inside his hut spurred her onwards, and she turned on her heel, beginning to walk back to her own hut with a strangely heavy heart.

Was it from the idea of Toothless and Shocker being found— or the fact she had something else she might have wanted to say? Either way, it didn't truly matter. She had bit her tongue, and she probably would for a while. Though, she hoped she wouldn't have to.

"Gods... my feet hurt so bad," (Name) whined, following after Hiccup and Toothless who walked ahead of her through the forest— Shocker sitting on her shoulder.

"Is it just me or are the dragons in the ring getting a little more aggressive? That Nadder was chasing after me like I'd personally offended it," she continued her branch of complaints, feeling the ache within her feet muscles every step she took forwards.

Definitely strained, and it was to be expected after all the running she'd done in the ring. Gobber had set the maze back up and released the Nadder, and for some reason, the dragon decided it wanted to make her its personal target, yet she couldn't quite pinpoint why.

"That's probably because you hit it with your shield the other day," Hiccup pointed out, glancing back at (Name) over his shoulder— more than informed on the situation she whinged about seeing as he had witnessed it first hand.

"It jump-scared me, alright? I got scared!" (Name) defended herself.

"You should work on your fight or flight reaction," Hiccup hummed, turning back to face forwards as the hill he'd been using the practice flying came into view— the snow once more piled upon it, yet that one stump at the crest visible.

"Oh yeah? Well you should work on your flight," (Name) huffed. Hiccup seemed to take that to heart.

"My flight is amazing, thank you!"

Toothless grumbled.

"Sorry bud, your flight."

"See— even Toothless thinks you suck at controlling the tail," (Name) continued to poke the bear.

"I do not! I've been doing fine lately."

"Yeah, after I got you to double check your skills."

"Well— I've been doing fine now."

"Because you made those hooks to help you!"

"You told me to!" Hiccup walked up with Toothless to the stump, finding the rope lying on the ground that they'd left there after yesterday's flight testing.

"I changed my mind."

"Gods... you're just being petty, aren't you?" Hiccup grumbled as he picked up the rope, beginning to connect it to Toothless' saddle again.

"How'd you know?" (Name) snorted.

"Because you're being annoying," Hiccup chuffed back.

"I am not annoying," (Name) denied.

"I said you were being annoying, not that you are annoying— big difference!" Hiccup corrected with a sarcastic huff.

"Stop it with your high and mighty grammar," (Name) grumbled, rolling her eyes.

"You're just mad I'm better at grammar than you," Hiccup teased, pulling himself onto the back of Toothless, propping himself up on the saddle.

"Am not."

"You are, you just won't admit it," Hiccup hummed as he checked to make sure all of the mechanisms were working once again.

(Name) frowned at him, yet there was no real bite behind the expression, just a hidden admittance.

"Make sure you're hooked in," she reminded.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, stop acting like you're my mother," Hiccup mocked, sitting back up and hooking one end of the hooks to his 'flight suit', then proceeding to conjoin the other end of the hooks to two new protruding metal circles that Hiccup had added to Toothless' saddle, particularly for this purpose.

"I'm not— y'know what, never-mind," (Name) shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched Hiccup get ready for flight testing number; who knows.

Shocker chittered from her shoulder, and she glanced to the small blue Terror that was dressed in the harness Hiccup had made for her. Shocker looked cute with it on, and (Name) honestly found it a little funny that Shocker still struggled a little with walking.

Well— maybe struggled wasn't the best word. Shocker could get from point A to point B easily, it just seemed that with the harness on she preferred to waddle instead of walk, but, she was getting close to strutting normally instead of like a lopsided model.

"Alright bud, one last flight before the big try?" Hiccup leaned over Toothless' shoulder, a buck-toothed grin on his face. Toothless huffed through his nose, shaking his head before stretching his wings.

It only took a small spurt of wind this time for Toothless to take off, and Hiccup easily sat on the back of him like a natural. They glided perfectly, except for the few times the wind would kick up and knock them around a little— causing Hiccup to almost fall off, but luckily the hooks he'd made did their job and they kept him on.

It was all smooth— oh my gods.

Again, the rope crackled and snapped, and just like the other two moments this had happened, Hiccup was flung back alongside Toothless.

(Name) was seriously beginning to doubt the safety of these ropes. They seemed to snap way too easily, but then again... a rope probably wasn't made to have the strength to hold onto something as heavy as a gliding dragon. So. It was no wonder they kept snapping more and more.

Hiccup yelled out in shock just like the other times, and again (Name) ran after to where he and Toothless hand landed together, finding Hiccup sitting up and shaking his head.

"We really need stronger ropes..." Hiccup grunted, raising a hand to press the heel of it against his forehead, a headache incoming.

"Ya-think!? This is the third time in... a month! Okay— that's not really that bad, but still!" (Name) offered a hand to help Hiccup up as Toothless seemed to recover fairly well on his own. Hiccup reached his own hand out and took it, letting (Name) pull him up.

Only, there was a slight problem.

Something stopped Hiccup from fully standing. The hooks.

They tugged and stopped Hiccup half-way from standing, causing him to twist his torso awkwardly to see what the problem was.

At a first glance, it seemed to just be an oversight of their intended use, but when Hiccup used his free hand to try and thread them free of their clasps, they stayed stuck— bent awkwardly from the fall, and therefor sealed together.

Hiccup was joined to Toothless. Or rather, Toothless's saddle was conjoined to Hiccup's flight suit. Though, in this moment of panic— all the two saw was the fact that Hiccup was attached to Toothless by the hip. Literally.

"Well... that's not good," (Name) pointed out, and her obvious statement was followed by an eye roll from Hiccup.

"Thank you... I couldn't tell," Hiccup sighed.

"So uh, how're you gonna fix that," (Name) peered over his shoulder to get a better look of the situation, blinking at the obviously dented metal that certainly wouldn't come free without a little rough-handling.

Hiccup pursed his lips in thought.

"I have an idea... but it's a little risky," he looked back to (Name), and her face remained neutral before it dropped, realisation striking her flat.

"No."

"Yup."

—

"Aye Hiccup," a patrolling Viking waved at Hiccup, that of whom was leaned against the side of a building— doing his absolute best to remain inconspicuous.

"Hi," he nodded back, feebly remaining casual as the Viking passed. Either Hiccup was truly just that good at lying and stealth, or the Vikings were seriously lacking in their suspicion department, and (Name)— who stuck her head out from the dark of the alley— seemed to think it was more so the latter.

"Berk seriously needs to work on their security," she hummed, watching the watchman walk off with a torch in his hand, using it for illumination. He didn't suspect a thing, all he did was keep walking. Stupid.

"No kidding," Hiccup nodded, doing a double check of their surroundings. "Alright, it's clear— let's go," Hiccup nodded towards the opposing side of the central plaza, where the forge sat. It was just there, unoccupied and shrilled in silence.

Hiccup stepped out of the alley, tugging on the leather cord attached to his hook. On the other end, Toothless too stepped out of the alley, Shocker on his back. All four of them had been hiding inside the alley, using Hiccup as some kind of diversion.

Now that the coast was clear— for who knows how long— they were going to try and complete their mission; disconnect Toothless from Hiccup. For this mission, they needed to head to the forge, which was where Hiccup would attempt to re-shape the hooks back into their desired form.

The four of them quickly yet quietly crept across the space of the plaza, darting from one end to another and seeking shelter out in the forge that lay in waiting. The moment they reached it, (Name) took up the duty of closing the windows this time, and Hiccup immediately set to work on finding the tools he'd need, dragging Toothless along with him.

(Name) was on watch duty. Yippee.

She quickly closed every window in the forge, blocking out the light, and then stalking to the entrance to where she'd watch for anyone who passed by. She'd be the one to call out the code if they needed to run. Said code was; "Yak stampede!". They'd both agreed on it.

Hiccup rifled through drawers and shelves, noisily digging through clutter and scraps of jagged metal to try and find what he'd need, yet to little success so far.

(Name) glared back at him from her post. "Jee— could you be any louder? It sounds like you're digging for gold in there!" She hissed, trying to keep her voice low as she glared at the boy.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm just trying to be quick," Hiccup snapped back, fumbling through items as his hands gradually grew more clammy from adrenaline.

"We'll be quiet as well—" (Name) grunted again, turning back to peer out the front entrance.

"Uh oh," she suddenly murmured, and that caught Hiccup's attention.

"What, what is it?" He paused his searching, trying to peer out the door.

"It's Astrid... just— just keep working! I'll distract her," (Name) waved him off, her eyes watching as Astrid walked over to the forge, clearly having already seen her standing in the doorway. This couldn't be anything good.

"(Name)," Astrid bluntly greeted, if you could even call only saying (Name's) name a greeting at all.

"Astrid, hi," (Name) nodded back, a smile on her face— before some metal clattered behind her, which drew her smile to twitch in irritation.

"What was that?" Astrid tried to peer over her shoulder, but (Name) sidestepped and blocked her view.

"Uhm... nothing. Hiccup's just, working on a super secret project," (Name) coughed awkwardly into her fist. Astrid didn't seem convinced.

"And you're...?" She looked (Name) up and down.

"Standing guard."

"Right," Astrid nodded with a frown, crossing her arms. "What is he working on?" Astrid questioned, again trying to get a quick peek inside, but (Name) kept blocking her view.

"Super secret. Like I said," (Name) spluttered, wincing as yet more metal clattered.

"Okay, you're acting weird, and so is Hiccup. What are you two up to?" Astrid took a step forward, her stride slow and calculating, her eyes flickering for a way in as she began to interrogate her 'best friend '.

"Suddenly he gets good at dragon training, and now you won't even talk to me without getting all— nervous," Astrid continued as she came face to face with (Name).

(Name) blinked nervously, her guilty smile still being held up.

"Uhm... I get really anxious in winter?"

"No you don't."

"Yeah... you're right, I don't— but uh, sorry, can't tell you, super secret," (Name) again reiterated that same phrase she kept using.

"So secret you can't even tell your best friend?" Astrid raised her brows.

"Can't even tell you. Hiccup is uh... really— shy about it," (Name) glanced back into the forge before looking to Astrid again.

"Uh huh. Why would he tell you then?"

"Because I found out on accident!" (Name) squeaked, her hands fiddling with one another.

"You found out on accident?"

"Yup."

Astrid glared at (Name)— like, really glared. Astrid was the kind of person who didn't even have to try to be intimidating. She was smart, strong, pretty. She was quite literally intimidating by just existing, so obviously (Name) was going to fold under such pressure.

"Okay—! I'll tell you. But... you have to promise not to tell anyone else, alright?" (Name) winced looking around discreetly.

"Fine, I won't tell anyone," Astrid rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief.

(Name) double checked her surroundings again when Astrid promised that, and then when the coast was clear— she leaned in close, whispering something in Astrid's ear.

Astrid's face remained neutral, a cover of steel that couldn't be easily broken down, but then her eyes widened, a shocked looked taking over the blondes expression as her lips parted alongside it.

(Name) pulled back, and both stood in an awkward silence as Astrid processed the words.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. So... I've been helping him with that," (Name) looked away shyly, dusting her hands off even if there was no dirt to swipe away.

"But he's been getting better though, so he should be fine soon," (Name) finalised, and Astrid simply continued to stand awkwardly.

More metal clattered.

Astrid looked back to the forge.

"Okay, seriously. What is he doing in there?" Astrid attempted to step past (Name), but the girl blocked her.

Astrid glared at (Name).

"Move."

With a shove that wasn't intended to be quite as harmful as it came out to be, Astrid pushed (Name) to the side, stepping into the forge only to find it completely empty, the only remnants of someone being here recently being the air that was stirred unevenly.

Astrid stopped, observing the scene before turning back to (Name), only to find her gone as well.

"What the hell...?" Astrid blinked in confusion, looking around to find herself completely alone— it was quite literally just her and herself in the forge now.

Though, under the cover of night, multiple figure crept away as one blackened silhouette in the skies. Hiccup, on the back of Toothless— nervously controlling the dragons fin as they flew for the first time without the rope and stump, and (Name), who was unfortunately being held in the claws of Toothless, being dangled over open air.

"A little warning next time?!" She screeched quietly, grasping onto Toothless' paws as tightly as she could, and she could hear a faint snort coming from Hiccup above.

"I had to be quiet! But... you think I'm finally ready for solo-flying now?" Something in Hiccup's tone seemed prideful, an unspoken glory slowly growing within him as her doubts were proved wrong.

(Name) grumbled at the cockiness in his voice.

"Maybe you are— but I am not," she breathed through her teeth, trying not to look at the lights of Berk below. The distance between her and the ground was far too terrifying for her to even consider looking down, so she simply kept her eyes squeezed shut.

"Mmh... anyway. What did you tell Astrid?"

"What?"

"You told Astrid something, a secret, apparently," Hiccup cleared up.

"Oh— that. I told her you had an addiction to eating metal."

"..."

"You told her what?"

"I was nervous, okay!"

Note; sorry for the extremely long delay chat! I was working on some other series of mine, but I'm back here now! So hopefully this chapter wasn't that dreadful. Anyway, we're getting closer to Stoick returning!

#canon divergence #how to train your dragon #httyd #hiccup x reader #httyd fanfic #hiccup fanfic #hiccup haddock #norse mythology #dragons #httyd hiccup

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technoplanet · 2 years ago

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Do you collect any of the sorts of things that you post? If so, any highlights from that collection?

i don't have the cash or the space for collecting much rn, wish i could buy a bunch of used laptops to learn to fix and upgrade. i do collect ds and 3ds game cartridges, i have my red 3ds xl i got in 2014 in perfect condition, not a single scratch. my most prized game in the collection would be the japanese cartridge of mario vs donkey kong: mini-land mayhem. you could say i collect portable gameconsoles, beyond the 3ds i have a couple emulation machines (powkiddy q90 and rg35xx, both in transparent shells)

#?asks #i'm thinking of starting to collect 2000s mobile phones since they are small and cheap to find #but i wanna think of a way of displaying them before #so they dont stay in a box and i never see them

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holeforzenin · 2 months ago

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI IF YOU CAN TOUCH HIS ABS

It’s like 8 in the morning and he’s standing in the kitchen— half-dressed as usual with his shirt obviously nowhere in sight, just a pair of worn sweats hanging low on his hips and his abs on full display like it’s completely normal. Which at this point, it is. The man’s allergic to shirts in his own home. But that doesn’t mean you’ve gotten used to it, even during the months you’ve been living with him.

Not when he’s leaning back against the counter like that, one hand nursing a mug of coffee, the other casually scratching at his stomach like he doesn’t notice the way your eyes track the movement.

“You’re staring,” he says without looking up with an soft grin.

You blinked and scoffed. “What? No, I’m not”.

He snorts. “You want me to put a shirt on, sweetheart?”

“No!”, you say a little too fast then backpedal, heat rising in your face. “I mean—whatever. You can do what you want. It’s your apartment too”.

He finally lifts his head, cocking an eyebrow at you, a slow grin creeping onto his face. “You sure you’re not staring?”

You hesitate for a second. Then voice quieter, almost shy “…Can I?”

The smile he gives you is immediate and smug like he’s been waiting for you to ask. “Can you what, sweetheart?”

You swallow. “Touch them”.

His grin deepens. “My abs?”

You nod. You can’t look at him now because you know he’s enjoying this— how flustered you are, how serious you’re trying to sound while asking something that feels downright ridiculous coming out of your mouth. But you mean it. You’ve wanted to forever. They’re right there, in front of you.

For a moment, he says nothing.

Then you hear the mug set down on the counter with a quiet clink. You look up and he’s already stepped closer— way closer, standing right in front of you now. Big and warm, still smelling faintly like coffee and sleep and something else that you can’t quite name.

“If you wanna touch darling,” he says lowly, “you can touch”.

Your hand immediately lifts before you can think too much about it. Slowly, fingertips grazing the hard, defined ridges of his stomach, the faint line of happy trail leading down beneath the waistband of his sweats. His skin is warm under your palm— ridiculously warm and so firm you almost press harder just to see if it’s real.

He watches you with hooded eyes, his voice a little rougher now. “You always this polite about it?”

You glance up at him and he’s already looking down at you— focused, something sharp and quiet in the way he studies your face like he’s trying to commit it to memory.

“I just wanted to know what it felt like,” you whisper. “Yeah?” His voice dips lower. “And?”

Your fingers still against his skin, hand splayed over his abs. “…Unfair”.

He chuckles, low and full of amusement. “That’s what you get for living with a guy like me, sweetheart”.

And when he says it like that, you know he’s not just talking about his abs anymore.

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moechies · 11 months ago

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toji’s little pregnant wife who’s only pregnancy craving is his thick, bitter cum </3

“but.. i want it..” you pester toji, tugging on his arm. you groan at the way your big, soft belly gets in the way of completely smothering the man, but it doesn’t stop you.

“no,” he grunts back, shaking his hands off as he places back the last dish from your two’s meal prior. “i can’t have y’hurtin’ yourself. i’ll never forgive myself if ya do.”

“i-it’s a craving, toji,” you joke, but truthfully you know you’re serious. looking up at him with watery eyes, you’re undeniably desperate, your plush thighs growing achy and soft cunny growing hot at the thought. “please toji, wan’ y’r cum.” you purr.

he scowls, cursing at the hard bulge that undeniably presses against the countertop. he tried his very best to deny your little pleads , that’s enough right ? if his pregnant wife really insists, wouldn’t it be right to accept so ? he wonders.

“t-toji,” you moan, like a bunny in heat.

“fuck me, princess.”

“i-i wil—“

before you’re able to finish your sentence, he’s hoists you into his arms with no trouble, making his way towards the soft couch displayed in your home’s living room. you giggle uncontrollably when he nuzzles himself against your neck, blowing soft raspberries against your skin, which has grown sensitive throughout the term of your pregnancy.

“ill jus’ finger you, how about it ? i don’t want ya on yer knees , mama.”

“no.. n-not enough.” you mumble into his chest, tugging against his ribbed tank top. “wan’ your cock. in my mouth, your cum—“

he finds it hilarious, you’re so adorable. he thinks the celibacy for the sake of your two’s baby may have have been the cause of all this attention, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“insatiable little dolly, aren’t you ?”

“mhm, i missed you s’much.”

“‘m right here mama.” he lays you against the soft cushion, pressing a kiss against the back of your hand.

“y’sure ya wanna do this ? y’don’t have to.” as if you were doing it for his sake. your legs ache and shiver with anticipation, already able to feel your mouth salivating at the thought. “want to, i want to !”

“shh, don’t get so worked up, now.” he chuckles, “stress is bad for the baby.” he drops the softest plushie on the ground, and leading your supple body against his lower half. you sit obediently between his legs, sore cunt throbbing erratically at the anticipation.

“take him out, dolly.” he smirks, watching you tug down his thin sweats, huffing at the stiff bulge that presses against his cotton boxers. you fumble your little fingers against his cock, nervous at how he seems to be watching you so intently, watching your each and every move, finding any reason to stop.

your breath is hot against his budge, slithering your hand against his boxer clad cock before pulling the fabric below his plump balls. he groans at the juxtaposition of your soft fingers against his meaty dick; oh how much he missed the mere sight of such.

“‘m gonna cum just like this mama.” he jokes alongside panty groans, twitching when you press your plush lips against his tip without hesitation. you envelop your warmth around his swelling cock head, pink tongue lolling out and dragging through his hefty slit.

you moan at the taste of his salty musk coating your eager tongue, hands fondling at his pudgy balls as you ease yourself further closing in on his base.

“just like that, just like that mama. yer doin’ p-perfect.” he sighs, petting your hair gently. his fingers stroke through your soft locks, curling a finger around the stray pieces that’s fallen in front of your face, and tucking them behind your ear.

“gorgeous lady, my pretty wife, hm?” he watches you fuck your own cheek with his cock, drooling unexpectedly at the overwhelming girth. “juuust like that.”

“pwah—!”

“what’s wrong , dolly ?” he mumbles with a tint of worry. he runs a thumb across your swollen bottom lip, pressing his sticky thumb back into your mouth as you eagerly suck. “‘s-s too g-gud,” you mumble. “wan’ more.”

“s all yours, darling. take yer time.”

your hot breath causes toji to twitch, shoving his cock mindlessly back into your mouth. you press your throat onto the blunt tip, hot tongue swirling around the un-cut tip.

with a few more pumps of your hot mouth assaulting his sensitive tip, he spurts a heavy load into the warmth of your mouth with soft groans, hand leading yours to jerk at the rest of his cock. “fuck, damn.” he groans breathlessly, barely visible beads of sweat crowning at his forehead.

you swirl your nut-covered tongue against his dick, making a mess. it drools down his cock, dirtying his now-soft sack, coating your plush lips in a soft creme white. toji tugs on the cushion tightly, allowing you to have your fun although he’s well beyond overstimulation and close to passing out. not from the simulation itself, but the way you look so innocent below him, yet you’re really so nasty.

definitely his wife.

“that’s it.” he watches you slowly swallow his cum, throat bulging gently every time you take a gulp; just the prettiest sight. although your mouth emptied, lips licked clean, you continue licking at his dirtied shaft, taking everything you can get.

he scruffles your hair, a light tug at your head to pull your suckling lips away from his sensitive cock. he leans down, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips and pressing your head to close in on him. he sucks on your flavorful tongue, tasting himself. “damn, doll. really haven’t lost yer touch, huh? no wonder we’re perfect f’eachother.”

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #fushiguro toji x reader #toji <3 #toji toji toji toji #toji smut #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji x you #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

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classyrbf · 22 days ago

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professor!nanami part 3?

professor!nanami who makes you wear a pretty little butt plug during class, making sure your hold is prepped and ready for him later today. Your in the corner of the lecture room, squirming in your seat at the thought of his cock, stretching you open. You’re trying your hardest to get some sort of friction, your nipples hardening under your shirt and your pussy growing wetter with each lewd thought that fills your head. You’re not listening to a word that’s coming out of his mouth, but you are eyeing him like a piece of meat. The small bulge in khakis because his cock is just that thick, the veins running down his forearms and to his large hands, his plump pink lips that having you imagining him eating your sloppy cunt. He’s teasing you in the worst way possible and you can’t stand it, you can’t do a thing with all these people around.

So you take it upon yourself, walking down the steps and up to his desk while everyone writes down the notes on the board. “Professor Nanami?” You stand in front of his desk, rocking back and forth on your heels.

His eyes flicker up to yours, focusing on your glossy lips before trailing down to the obvious cleavage you put on display for him. “Miss y/n.”

“I really need a pencil…is it okay if I borrow one?” You bat your eyelashes at him, a devious smile on your face. “Please?” He reaches into the pencil cup on his desk, handing you one. “Thank you, Professor.” You turn to walk away, taking a few steps before purposefully dropping the pencil on the floor. You fully bend over, flashing him, showing him your dripping cunt and your cute little plug he’s given you. No panties of course. Nanami loudly clears his throat, earning a giggle from you as you grab your pencil and walk back to your seat. He eyes you the whole way there, glaring at you when you sit down and spread your legs enough for him to see under the table. His khakis tighten, his cock straining against the fabric and making it so painful for him. You’re a menace, but he should’ve known better.

Later that day, he has you in home, using the plug he bought you to fuck your ass. He pulls the plug in and out, in and out, watching the way your pretty hole swallows it right up. You hate it, but you love it, but you know it’s not as good as his cock, no, nothing is as good as his cock. It’s right there, throbbing at each whimper and whine you elicit, so damn needy for more. “That little stunt you pulled today in class almost got me in trouble, sweetheart,” he sternly spoke. You writhe in his lap, tossing your head back in frustration when he removes the plug, he slowly rubs the metal over your hole, teasing you.

“I’m sorryyy, I just—ah—wanted…your attention, Professor,” you huff. “I’m really sorryyyy.” You apologize again, biting down on your bottom lip as your hands reach up to play with your perky nipples, pulling and tweaking them.

“Learn patience. Remember?” He raises a brow. “That’s why I’m teasing you now. Just like…this.” He slowly inserts the plug back in your ass, your eyes roll back. “Awe, you’re so fucking wet you don’t even need any lube for your ass,” he chuckles.

“But…mmph—don’t you think I’ve been teased enough? I just wanna feel you inside me,” you pout, wiggling in his grip as he holds your legs open.

His cock twitches at your words. “I know you do, sweetheart, and I wanna feel you too, but the longer we hold back the more good it’ll feel. Just think about it, all that intensity building, the heat on your skin, the blood rushing to your cunt, the desire to cum, your heart beating faster and faster. It’ll be worth it.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, slowly pulling your plug out once more. You whine loudly, growing impatient despite his words. “Stay still,” he demands.”

“Sorry, sir.” You let out shaky breath, lifting your head to watch him play and tease your hole. It’s an ache you need to get rid of, something to satisfy you just a bit longer until you’re ready. This can’t be the only thing. It’s driving you absolutely crazy, messing with your mind. Your pussy is throbbing, your asshole is begging to be stretched and filled, and you just wanna be fucked dumb. “Professor, please! I’ll do anything!” You break, now begging.

He lets out a sigh, putting the plug down. “Fine, you can have my cock, but I’ll go as slow or fast as I want. Got it?” He hooks his arms under your legs, pulling them back so that your knees are by your ears. “No complaining, sweetheart.”

“Yes, yes, I got it! I just wanna feel you! Want you inside meeeeahhhhh!” You gasp, eyes wide when you slowly sink down on his thick cock, you hole stretching open just for him. The feeling of his throbbing cock in your ass puts a smile on your face, and an even bigger smile when he starts moving his hips. “Oh my fucking godddd.” He slowly pistons his cock in and out, inch my inch, letting you feel everything. From the tip down to the very base. You didn’t care how slow he was going, it still felt so good. He was right, the more teasing, the better the feeling.

“Such a good girl for taking my thick cock in your tight little ass, sweetheart. You love it, huh? Tell me you love it.” He starts moving slightly faster, but not too much, it’s still agonizingly slow.

“Mmmph, I love it, Professor. Thank you.” You breathily chuckle, a wide toothed smile still on your face, almost like you were drugged by his cock. “I love watching it go in and out…in and out…ah, fuck!” You moan, eyes fixated on where you two meet. Your toes curl from the amount of pleasure building and coursing through your veins, feeling the static on your skin. “It already feels so good!”

“Ohh,” he chuckles, “don’t tell me you’re about to cum, darling?” He thrusts his hips faster than before, only adding to your pleasure and beckoning your orgasm. “Is me going faster gonna make you cum, hm?” He grunts in your ear, fully pushing his cock inside you. “I told you, teasing works.”

“How…how am I gonna cum already?! Oh my god! Can I cum? Can I cum?! Oh fuck! Please, please!” It creeps up on you entirely too fast, something you’ve never felt before, but it has your mind spiraling and your body on fire. You can feel everything.

“Let it out, sweetheart, let it all out,” he growls in your ear, keeping the same pace as before. Incoherent babbling and moans escape your throat, eyes rolling back when your body spasms in his grip. “That’s it, good girl. Let my cock make you feel good.” He presses a kiss to the back of your neck, keeping you locked in the same position while he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Fuckkkkk!” You cry out, sucking in a breath. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Your brows furrow in pleasure, shaking your head as if he was actually planning on stopping. Truth is, he wasn’t anywhere near done with you. Why would he be? He hasn’t even fucked you at full speed yet.

#—☆classyrbf #jjk #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk smut #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x reader smut #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x reader smut #nanami smut drabble #nanami drabble #nanami x you #jjk x reader smut #jjk smut drabble #jjk nanami

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fckmebarnes · 21 days ago

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wet dreams

boyfriend!bucky x f!reader

18+ men and minors dni! smut — p in v. fingering (r). you’re riding bucky’s arm. multiple orgasms. oral (r). bucky jerks himself off while eating you out.

a/n — iykyk <3 very very old repost. so lucky i had a fic for this cause i have been thinking of riding his arms so bad.

you were enamored by bucky arms. and i mean absolutely whipped. the way they looked in a red henley, about to burst at the seams. how they looked when he was shirtless — his metal on full display, and especially how they looked wrapped around your hips as he held you down and ate you out for hours. you couldn’t tell him that though, he’d only make fun of you for it.

like he was doing right now.

“you okay, doll?” he waved his hand in front of your face getting you to stop focusing on his muscle, and to his gaze. his lips are up in a smirk as he instantly makes the connection. bucky was too smart for you, you knew that much.

“uh, yeah i’m okay.” you make a fake cough as you spoke, peeling your gaze from him and focused on cutting the tomatoes for your dinner. but he knew you weren’t just doing okay.

“you know,” he trailed off, coming around the counter and behind you, his arms placed on your hips where they belonged. his chin rested on your shoulder, his longer brown strands of hair tickling your cheek and nose pointed towards your neck as he spoke softly. “i can tell when you’re lying, baby.” his hot breath hit your skin and you shuddered, a shiver running down your spine and right to your cunt.

you faltered as you cut the tomato, and he caught that, he always did. he could read you body like an open book, the way you fidgeted when you were nervous, when you were distracted by something you mindlessly did the task at hand. and he knew right in this moment, you were thinking of only the way his hard cock pressed up against your lower back.

“bucky..” you breathed out as his hands went to hold yours, taking the knife away and setting it down. his lips tenderly kissed your neck, sucking softly as his hands went right back to your waist. his left hand trailed down the front of your pelvis, right to your clothed core.

your head fell back on his shoulder, the cologne he had put on earlier mixed with a hint faint smell of mint still lingering on him and enveloping you in just him. your senses heightened as his hand dipped below your waistband, cupping your cunt. he purred against your neck, smiling.

“so wet for me, doll. this all for me?” his tone deepened the more turned on he got as his metal fingers ran through your folds. you made the mistake of looking down and watching as his muscles flexed as he moved his fingers causing you to clench around nothing. of course he caught that.

“what’s got ya so wet, hm?” you shook your head, he already knew the answer so why did he want you to say it out loud. he tsked. his middle finger toying with your clit in soft, small circles. “you don’t wanna tell me?”

“n-no.” you’re breath was shaking from the way his fingers played with your clit, your thighs flexing on and off. he hummed in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away all together. you whined softly, looking behind you as he rested up against the back of the counter.

“baby..” he smirked softly, crossing his arms and making the muscle look bigger.

“guess you won’t cum, doll.” you frowned, turning around and walking up to him, your fingers tracing over the muscle of his arms softly. a sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed by you as you saw goosebumps raise on his skins

“was thinking about your arms, how good they look when you’re playing with my pussy,” you spoke softly, fingers going down to his fingers. “the way your muscles flex as your gripping onto my hips, thighs, keeping me down as you eat me out..” he let out a groan as you picked his hand up, holding his two fingers and patting your lips as you put them in your mouth and sucked on them softly. the cool twang of metal hit your tongue, the ones you could feel in your pussy still from the night before.

“shit, baby.” his other hand went right to your hip, pulling you as close as he could so you could feel the outline of his cock pressed against your clothed cunt. you moaned softly feeling it against you, drool falling down the sides of your mouth from gagging on his fingers as he fucked your mouth, taking them out and slapping your cheek lightly, getting spit over your skin

his hands went to your waist and turned you around, hoisting you up on the counter and spreading your legs so he slot perfectly in between him.

“right where i belong, don’t ya think?” his hands trailed down your thighs and squeezed them softly, watching as his muscles flexed and you could help the moan that left your lips as you watched him.

your hands linked around the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as he debated on his next move. obviously he couldn’t wait any longer, the noises you were making as he just grazed his fingertips across your skin. he pulled you to the edge of the counter, enough to take your pants and panties off and discarding them somewhere. he shed his pants and boxers, and you licked your lips as you saw his red the tip of his cock was. it stood straight up, pre-cum leaking down the side of his shaft.

you let out a whine as he dropped to his feet, throwing your legs over his shoulders and his hands keeping your thighs separated. he came level with your cunt, licking his lips as he leaned in and his tongue met your dripping folds. you let out a moan, your hands going to his short dark hair and tugging on it gently.

he hummed against you, his nose brushed your clit as he continued to lick your cunt, tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.

“d-don’t tease.. please..” he smirked against your cunt, nudging your clit harder and started to thrust his tongue in and out of you, groans leaving his lips as he fucked you with his mouth. bucky’s tongue was sinful, he shouldn’t be allowed to eat pussy this good but he was, and he ate it like a starved man.

as he fucked you skillfully with his tongue, his left hand left your knee and went to his cock, and started to jerk himself off, smearing his pre cum up and down the length of his shaft. only a real man would jerk himself off while eating pussy. and you knew it was his favorite pastime.

“cant tell ya how fuckin’ divine you taste.” as you rolled your hips the best you could on his tongue, he sped up his hand movements on his cock as he licked your cunt and sucked on your clit. your hands tugged on his hair, watching as his fingers gripped your thigh surely to leave marks and his muscles flexing as you knew he was close.

“s-so close, bucky p-please-“ you let out a choked moan as he sucked harshly on your clit making your eyes roll back and your back arched, moaning his name. your orgasm washed over you as you heard him moan against you, his hand quickening his pace on his cock as he came to the sound and taste of you cumming on his tongue.

he pulled back, licking his lips as he looked up at you, a glint in his eyes telling you he was far from done with you yet. he stood up and gripped the back of your thighs, moaning softly as the shaft of his cock pressed against your wet cunt, carrying you back to the bedroom and tossing you down. he looked down at you hungrily, your legs spread open for him as he discarded his shirt.

he then lays down on the bed, half sitting up against the pillows and the other half stretched across the bed. you looked over at him as he stuck his pointer finger up and beckoned you over.

you crawled over to him, his right arm laying against the sheets. you blushed as he pointed to his arm. “c’mere, take a seat.” you he spoke you saw his blue eyes darken, licking his bottom lip. you didn’t have to be told twice when you shuffled towards his arm, thighs on either side and slowly sat down until his soft skin was against your cunt.

he flexed his arm, making you moan with pleasure as it rubbed against your clit, his muscles hitting the right spot as his other hand landed on your waist, moving your hips against his arm.

“ride my arm like you ride my cock, doll . can you do that for me?” you nodded, feeling his arm become wetter as you rubbed your cunt on his skin, his eyes never leaving your pussy rubbing his muscle. his arm flexed up so his hand was on your lower back, and that made you moan softly, feeling the corded muscles create a perfect spot for you to rub your clit over and over until you moan out his name.

“go on, cum for me, sweetheart.” you did as you were told, not that you needed him to anyways as you came on his arm. your breathing was heavy as your nails dug into his bicep, creating small crescent moons on his delicate skin.

he flipped you over easily, pinning you under him as he caged you in, his arms on either side of your head and your cum trailing down his arm and onto his hand. you couldn’t focus as he thrusted into you, not giving you any warning.

“shit, so fuckin’ wet. can slip so easily in this sweet cunt, hm?” you whined as he pulled his hips back before slamming back into you, your legs around his waist and the heels of your feet digging against the flesh of his ass to push his hips deeper inside you.

“deeper? fuck, nasty lil thing? gettin’ off on my arm like a slut, wantin’ my cock deeper in your cunt. shit..” he grunted out, dipping his head into your neck, biting the skin harshly making you moan out. he couldn’t think of anything else except how tight your pussy was — how it continued to suck him in deeper and deeper, and the only thing he could feel was you.

“bucky! fuck!” your hands tugged on his hair, making him groan against you. he set a brutal pace as his hand reached down to toy with your throbbing clit, clenching around him which drew out a loud moan from his lips.

“can i get another one out of you? doesn’t matter, give it to me anyways.” you couldn’t help but clench around him as he spoke, knowing your cunt was sensitive already as his cock dragged along your walls but you were eager to cum again, cum around his cock.

“come on, babydoll. give it to me, cum ‘round my cock.” he spoke lowly in your ear as you moved your hips slightly upwards, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot and his fingers circling your clit made your fingers drag down his back and leave fresh red lines as you came.

“atta baby, there ya go.. fuck.. gunna fill my sweet pussy up so fuckin’ full. you want it?” he pulled back as his eyes met yours and you nodded through your orgasm wanting nothing more than to have him fill you up.

as you clenched around him after your orgasm, he couldn’t hold it back. his forehead dropped to your shoulders as he pressed his hips flush against yours, making his cock go deep, filling you up. he came with a loud moan, biting down on your skin.

“fuck.. bucky..” he smiled against your skin as he lazily pressed kisses over your sweaty skin, nudging your jaw with his nose until his lips met yours.

“so perfect for me, ya know that?” you smiled softly as you both relaxed and melted into each other.

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lowrisemiller · 2 months ago

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3, 2, 1, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ . ݁₊ ⊹ . 📽.ᐟ

summary: you found an old but working camera while out on patrol. instead of thinking about take pictures and creating memories something else completely took over your mind…

You found it buried in the snow just past the perimeter—half-dead, lens cracked on one side, but the battery still blinked when you thumbed it on. A camera. God knows who dropped it, or when, or what it had seen before it landed in your hands. It didn’t matter.

You carried it home like it meant something. Like it had a purpose.

Joel sat on the couch in his flannel and jeans, working a knot out of his boot lace, fingers slow, tired. You watched him from the doorway a second too long, camera heavy in your jacket pocket. He looked up.

“What?” he asked, soft but suspicious.

You swallowed your nerves. “I brought us somethin’.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Unless it’s dinner, I ain’t in the mood.”

You walked over, pulled it out like it was a damn wedding ring. Set it gently on the coffee table between you. “It’s a camera.”

Joel glanced at it, uninterested. “Yeah. And?”

“And it works.”

He blinked. “Okay.”

You sat next to him, thigh brushing his thigh. “I was thinkin’… maybe we could use it.”

A pause.

He turned slowly to face you. “Use it how?”

You hesitated, cheeks burning. You hadn’t meant to say it so soon, but the way he was looking at you—all stern and unreadable—made you want to push. Made you want to crawl in his lap and ask for things you shouldn’t.

“I wanna record us,” you said. Quiet. Honest. “Just once.”

His jaw tensed. “What do you mean—us?”

“You know what I mean.”

Joel stared at you like you’d lost your mind. “Sweetheart…”

You got to your knees in front of him before he could keep talking. Looked up at him, palms splayed on his thighs.

“I just wanna see it,” you said, desperate now. “Wanna see how you touch me. How you—fuck, Joel, how you look when you’re inside me.”

His hands hovered like he didn’t know where to put them. “That’s not—baby, that’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“You really want somethin’ like that lyin’ around? It could be dangerous.”

“I’ll keep it safe. No one’ll ever see it but me.” Your fingers curled around his belt. “Please, Joel. Just once. For me.”

He exhaled hard. Looked down at you, torn and twitchy and so close to giving in. His hand finally dropped, touching your cheek.

“You don’t need a camera,” he said, voice low. “You got me right here.”

You leaned into his hand. “But I wanna keep you forever.”

That did it. You felt it in the way his thighs shifted under your palms. In the soft groan he tried to swallow. In the way his thumb dragged across your lips like he was already picturing it.

He closed his eyes.

“Alright,” he muttered. “Once. But you stay close. You do exactly what I say.”

Your smile was slow. “Always do.”

Joel cursed under his breath.

And when you got up, went to set the camera just right on the nightstand, you didn’t miss the way his hands were already undoing his belt.

You can hear the soft, static click of the record button, and that’s it. No beeping. No countdown. Just that tiny blink of red in the corner of the room, steady and quiet like it’s watching you breathe.

Joel’s sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, shirt already off, that strong, tired body on full display—his chest dusted with gray hair, thighs flexing as he watches you set up the frame. His jeans are undone, waistband tugged low, the bulge in his boxers thick and heavy, straining.

He’s already half-hard.

“You’re sure?” he asks again, voice low and rough.

You nod, stepping toward him slowly. You crawl between his legs and place your hands on his thighs, the denim warm under your palms. “It’s already recording.”

Joel drags a hand down his face like he’s regretting every decision he’s ever made—but when you kiss the inside of his knee and trail your mouth up the inseam, you feel him twitch under the fabric.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

“You don’t even have to look at it,” you whisper, lifting your eyes to his brown ones. “Just look at me.”

And when you lean up to kiss him, he grabs your face with both hands and kisses you back so hard your breath catches in your throat. The kind of kiss that makes your knees weak. Tongue slow, patient, possessive. Like he’s trying to brand the shape of you into his mouth.

By the time he pulls away, you’re gasping.

“Clothes off,” he says hoarsely. “C’mon. Let me see you.”

You undress for him—slow, tugging your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra, slipping your pants down one leg at a time. He watches every second. Not the camera. You.

When you’re bare in front of him, he lets out a low breath. His hands slide up your thighs, thumbs tracing the skin just above your knees.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re already wet.”

You nod, dizzy. “Joel—please.”

“Lay back.”

You do. Back hitting the mattress, legs spreading for him automatically. He crawls over you, bigger than the bed, arms braced on either side of your head. His mouth brushes your ear.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs. “Don’t look at the fuckin’ camera. I want you to feel this.”

He kisses down your neck, your collarbone, your chest. His tongue drags slowly and heavy over one nipple, then the other, before he kisses down your belly and sinks between your thighs like he belongs there.

And when his mouth finds you—warm, wet, perfect—you arch with a soft cry. His tongue is patient. Flat, dragging circles over your clit, then flicking faster, lips sucking it until you’re whimpering, twitching, trying not to close your eyes.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Let it show.”

You’re already shaking when he finally rises to his knees and strokes himself—slow and hard, leaking at the tip. You watch the way he fists it, how red and thick it looks in his hand, and you whimper.

“I want it,” you breathe. “Inside.”

Joel groans low in his throat. He lines up, runs the head of his cock through your slick folds, and just barely pushes in.

The stretch burns—thick, aching, perfect—and your mouth falls open on a gasp.

“Oh my God— Joel—”

“That’s it,” he growls. “Let the camera hear how good I fuck you.”

He thrusts deeper, watching your face twist, jaw slack, your breath catching. He moves slow—so slow—until he’s buried to the base, hips flush against yours.

“Fuckin’ tight,” he grits. “Always so good for me.”

He pulls out almost all the way and pushes in again, groaning as your cunt clenches around him. One hand slips under your thigh and hooks it higher around his waist, opening you more, making room.

Each thrust drags the air from your lungs.

He keeps it steady, rhythm deep and deliberate, hips rocking into yours as your body trembles. Your moans are high and desperate, choked off by the sheer pressure of him inside you.

You try to speak. Try to say his name. But it just comes out as noise.

Joel chuckles darkly, voice fucked-out. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to see how I ruin you?”

You nod helplessly, eyes wet.

“Look at how easy you come apart,” he mutters, fucking into you a little harder now. “You’ll watch this back with your hand between your thighs, won’t you? Pretending' it’s me.”

You moan louder, body jolting.

“Say it.”

“Y-yeah,” you stammer. “I—fuck, Joel—I will.”

And then it happens—

He changes.

The moment your voice breaks, something flickers in him. His hips snap harder. His breath hitches. His hand grips your jaw tight enough to keep you still as he fucks you like he’s gone feral.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “Every fuckin’ inch of you. Look at how you take me. Like you were made for it.”

The camera is forgotten.

Now it’s just skin and sweat and the wet sound of you taking him again and again, your cunt sucking him in so greedily it makes him groan every time he bottoms out.

He lifts your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half. Fucking deeper. Harder.

“Gonna come all over this cock,” he mutters, voice hot against your neck. “Wanna show you what you do to me. Look at me, baby. Eyes on me.”

“I— I’m close— Joel— I—”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know.”

His hand flies to your clit, thumb rubbing tight and fast, and your whole body clenches, legs trembling as your orgasm hits like a wave.

You cry out, loud and wrecked, and Joel’s hips stutter.

“Fuuuuck—that’s it,” he groans. “Take it. Take all of it.”

He comes inside you with a long, broken sound, cock twitching deep, filling you until it spills out slow and warm between your thighs.

And when he finally collapses over you, your legs still draped over his shoulders, you both lay there for a long, breathless moment.

The red light blinks once.

Still recording.

Joel’s voice is a rasp against your skin.

“You really gonna keep that forever?”

You smile, dazed. “Every second of it.”

It’s late.

The house creaks now and then with the wind, but nothing stirs. Not even the fire—burnt down to its glowing bones.

And Joel? Joel’s sitting still in that damn chair like something’s wound tight in his chest and won’t let go. You’ve been gone since morning—long patrol east, won’t be back until tomorrow—and the silence left behind has teeth.

He’s already two buttons down, belt unbuckled, pants shoved low on his hips.

In front of him, the old camcorder sits steady on the wooden table. The one you found on patrol, grinning and breathless when you handed it to him. Said it was still functional—still had some battery left, even. He’d grunted at the time, tossed it on the dresser like it didn’t mean anything.

It means something now.

The little screen flips open with a soft click, a flicker of blue light humming to life, and then—

There you are.

The video’s grainy, but Joel doesn’t care. He can see you just fine. Better than fine. You’re spread out on his bed, legs open, body moving beneath him, a haze of sweat glowing on your skin. His body, rough and broad, takes up half the frame. The camera had been set on the nightstand, just a little off-center, so it catches everything.

You had begged him for this.

On your knees, mouth swollen, voice wrecked: “Just once. I wanna see it. I wanna keep it with me forever.”

He hadn’t said yes right away. He never did. But the way you’d looked at him—wanting, soft and wicked at once—he’d given in. You always got what you wanted from him when you looked like that.

And now he gets this.

Joel strokes himself once, slow, thick fingers dragging from base to tip. His cock twitches, already wet at the head, leaking for you like a goddamn teenager. It’s not even shameful—he’s too far gone for shame.

On the screen, your back arches. His hand wraps around your throat. Your moan crackles through the built-in speaker, quiet and sweet and soaked in pleasure.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he rasps, mouth parting.

He strokes again, slow, tight around the base. Watches as his on-screen self pushes into you—deep, hips flexing as he buries himself to the hilt. You take him like you were made for it. The wet drag of his cock inside you, the sound of your cunt clenching down on him, all of it plays through the camcorder’s tiny speaker like a prayer.

Joel swallows hard. His hand leaves his cock, resting against his thigh. He’s not ready to come. Not yet.

He watches you pant, watches your fingers grip the sheets. Onscreen, he grabs your leg and pushes it up—opens you even wider. The camera shakes slightly as the bed rocks beneath you. The sound of your moan—high, breathless, needy—makes Joel groan in real time.

He presses a hand to his belly. His cock twitches against it, hot and heavy and needy.

Then he hears it—his voice, low and rough: “That’s it, baby. Take all of it.”

His own voice ruins him.

He fists his cock again and strokes, just once. Once. The sensation is almost too much already.

He breathes through his nose, sharp and shallow. The tape keeps going. He watches himself roll his hips into you slowly, watches your eyes flutter shut, your thighs shaking. Then, you say it—his favorite part—whimpering, desperate: “Joel, I can feel you in my stomach—oh my god—”

“Shit,” he mutters aloud, hand tightening. His hips jerk up into his fist involuntarily, needing more pressure, more friction, but he slows himself. He won’t come. Not yet.

He shifts, wide legs bracing him in the chair, the tension winding him up like a coil. The camcorder’s screen catches the moment he presses your legs up and leans in, burying his face in your neck as he pounds into you. Your body bounces from the force of it, your tits moving with every thrust, mouth open in a silent scream.

He hears himself on the recording again, low and cocky now: “Fuckin’ made for me, huh? Look how good you take it.”

Joel groans, stroking himself harder now. His hand glides slick with spit and precum. He’s dripping everywhere—his belly, his fist, the arm of the chair. He wants to finish, but he needs to draw it out.

The tape plays on. He watches you start to come, sees the exact second it hits you—your mouth drops open, legs shaking around his waist, that tight clench that he knows so well rippling through your body. You’re crying out for him. His name—“Joel, Joel, Joel—” Like a goddamn melody.

And he’s right there on-screen, watching himself fuck you through it, muttering filth in your ear. He feels that phantom tightness, the way your cunt always pulses when you come, and he has to stop again, squeezing the base of his cock to hold it off.

“God damn,” he grits out. “You feel so good. I fuckin’ ruin you every time, huh?”

He doesn’t even realize he’s talking aloud. The camcorder repeats the moment of his own orgasm—hips stuttering, body locking up, face buried in your shoulder as he spills inside you. It’s raw. It’s real. No performance. Just pleasure.

Joel can see the aftermath, too—his cum dripping down your thigh, your body boneless and twitching beneath him, both of you panting like you’ve just survived a bloater in the woods. The way you pull him close, even when it’s over. The way he kisses your hair. The way he worships you even when he doesn’t say it out loud.

He strokes again, slower now. More reverent.

The screen goes dark for a second as the footage loops.

Then it starts over.

You again. Lying back. Welcoming him in. Your voice: “Please, Joel—want you so bad—”

Joel clenches his jaw.

He edges himself through the whole damn tape again, sweat slicking his chest and temples, cum threatening to boil over. But he holds it. Every time. Over and over.

By the time he finally lets himself finish, he’s groaning so loud he has to shove his fist in his mouth to muffle it. His thighs shake. His hips jerk up off the seat. His release is hot and heavy, spilling over his knuckles in thick ropes, coating his hand, his belly, his shirt.

“Fuck,” he chokes, spent and trembling.

The camcorder plays on. Your voice is soft now. Laughing. Telling him you love how wrecked he looks after.

Joel leans forward, presses the pause button with a shaking finger. The screen freezes on your smiling face, sweat-slick and beautiful.

He sits back.

Breathless. Heart pounding. Cock twitching even after he’s come.

He doesn’t rewind it. Doesn’t delete it.

He just closes the screen with a soft click, tucks it away, and wipes his hand on the hem of his shirt.

He’ll watch it again tomorrow.

Maybe the day after that.

And if you’re gone too long, maybe he’ll hit record again the next time he fucks you—just to remember how good you feel.

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onlyheluvsme · 2 months ago

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Please please please please please can you do reader being abbys gay awakening and putting those muscles of hers to good use in unholy positions (because i know owen just did missionary and doggy and called it a day)

omg dont get me started on owen,,, love him but i scream at my screen whenever i see him. my girl deserves to be fucked properly, cus ikkkk she would pull out all the stops [especially if she knows its her first time w a woman,,, sweet girl just wants to impress u]

˗ˏˋabby's first time´ˎ˗

gay!awakening abby's first time — mdni, lowercase intended, mentions of: oral, virginity, strap-on, vibrator —*ೃ༄ pls leave reqs !!

you sat on the bed across from abby, it was sweet how she couldn't look you in the eye. she currently had one hand cupping ur right boob, the other fisting the bed sheet next to her leg.

"its okay abby, you can lick them" you refer to your breasts — which happen to be on full display in front of her, abby's already red cheeks go even redder.

"i've never..." abby sighs embarrassed, looking at the her hand cupping ur breast, "i've never done this before, i don't know what to do" she whispers, eyes down casted.

with a small smile, you took the hand cupping your breast and squeezed it firmly. her eyes immediately shot to your hand as it guided hers along your chest. abby had never even thought about a woman in sexually before you, never been with one either. she had countless experiences with her ex boyfriend owen but they never made her this nervous. not even when he had taken her virginity.

the hand abby had gripping to the bed sheet began to slowly loosen its hold as her eyes followed you drag her fingers over your taut pink nipple. something inside of her warmed at the sight of her larger hand in yours, how soft and pretty you looked under her hand.

without thinking, abby's drooling mouth came down onto your nipple. her hands coming up to grip ur torso, stabilizing you to her mouth. she almost felt embarrassed until your hands came up to brush her hair behind her ears and softly pet her as she sucked.

"see? nothing to be nervous over" you whisper, her eyes blown out as her lips and teeth hungrily pull at your right nipple then shifting to the left.

"how about we make this even?" you whisper after a few minutes of letting her explore your chest. the first boobs she'd ever had the privilege of touching that weren't her own.

you lightly pulled her face back and brought your hands down to the hem of her tank top,

"can i take this off you?" you gauge her response, all you receive is a quick nod of her head. her arms go up as you lift the black material over her head, revealing only a white sports bra.

taking advantage of her flustered expression, you climb into her lap with both legs on either side of her thighs. its almost instinctive the way abby's large hands tack themselves to your hips, lighting pushing you down onto her.

abby's eyes came up to look at yours, nervousness and affection on full display. with a small reassuring smile, you brush back any stray blonde hair that fell from her braid,

"can i kiss yo-" she cuts you off with a feverish kiss, pulling you tightly into her, one arm on the back of your neck and the other wrapped tightly around your torso. you couldn't believe abby had never been with a woman before this, it seemed as though she had been keeping this part of her under lock and key.

you push slightly forward, making her fall back onto the bed and press your entire upper body against hers, feeling the warmth of her skin. with hungry kisses abby's hands come down to your hips and pushes them into hers — attempting to create any kind of friction.

"you wanna feel me baby?" you whisper against her mouth, slowly beginning to rock yourself on her. she pulls back from the kiss, her eyes shoot to yours in worry, the last thing she wants to do is mess up.

"its okay baby, look we'll do it together" you kiss her cheek, taking her hand from your hip you run it slowly down your body making her shiver. abby's chest heaves with anticipation as you slowly make your way down to your panty line; and she finally lets out a shaky breath when your hands slip past the fabric and hit your soft wet cunt,

"fuck" abby whispers, she'd never touched a woman's cunt before and she felt almost angry, wishing she had known how soft and warm and lovely it was. you let her hand have its independence in your panties as you let her explore, what you don't expect is for abby to quickly flip you guys over.

with a gasp, you find yourself flat on you back, abby sits up and while making eye contact she pulls back the pink lace of your panties, leaving your cunt cold to the world.

"see baby you just needed a little push" you praise her, but it goes unanswered as she spreads your thighs to find your cunt glistening in slick.

"oh fuck" she repeats, her eyes going slightly hazy at the sight, how the fuck had she never thought of wanting this before? you watch as she heaves out a breath before grabbing your legs pulling you closer to her, then your thighs,

"abby? what are you-" your cut off by abby's hands coming down to grab ur hips pulling your cunt up to her face and wraps her arms tightly around your waist holding you to her.

your head hangs upside down as she holds you up, your legs bending back over her shoulders, and hands shooting to the bed attempting to find your balance in the upside down hand stand like position. her mouth latchs onto your cunt, exploring everything her tongue could.

"my g-god abby" you moan out, stars beginning to line your vision as blood rushes to your head. all you receive in response is a moan to your cunt as she finds your clit.

she pulls back with a soaked mouth, "it's suppose to feel good when i do this right?" abby questions looking down at you as she begins to stick her tongue out and massage your clit, her eyes on you the entire time.

"y-yes baby, feels so good" your eyes closed, head going limp against the bed as you lost all effort to hold yourself up. abby returned to her agonizing licking, her tongue is soft and curious as she explores the first cunt she ever had in her mouth.

all abby could think about was how good you tasted to her, how sweet your little moans sounded in her ears whenever her teeth would lightly scrape against your clit. every little jerk you attempted with your hips was useless against her strong hold. the image of her arms wrapped so tightly around you causing you to leak into her mouth even more.

"wanna come.." you moan making an attempt to rock yourself on her. yet she pulls back with a final suck to your clit making you whimper.

"can we try something?" she says, the warm air hitting your cunt deliciously. all you can give her is a delirious nod, if her mouth was that good for her first time, you can only imagine what else she's thought about.

your body is softly lowered back down, your back fully flat to the bed. you let your eyes close in bliss for a split second and open them to find abby taking out a pretty pink strap on from underneath her bed with shy eyes.

"what's this?" you tease, theres no way she should have one — she'd never been with a girl before you.

"heh.. when i told nora about..." she looks away shyly, "when i told her about us, she gave it to me as a joke" abby looks back at you with red cheeks.

"well it's not a joke now baby is it?" you slowly began to spread your legs again as she stood in front of you,

"do you wanna fuck me with it? hmm abby?" you tease her with your pink cunt on full display.

her red cheeks turned a darker shade as she shook her head yes. all she wanted to do was make you come, her own orgasm being the last thing she was worried about.

slowly making her way over to you, abby fumbled around with the strap until she had it secured to her body.

"are you sure-" you cut her off by pulling her face to yours, not letting her nerves take control.

"fuck me abby, please fuck me" you whisper against her mouth, soft kisses between words. that surely made her weak, so she grabbed both your thighs and collected them to her chest. abby left soft kisses to your shin and then spread both legs with her hands leaving ur cunt on display.

you felt her hand come down to you cunt and in slow circles as she massaged you clit and lined the pink cock to your quivering hole.

"abby please" you whine, the feeling of your previous almost orgasm already having you on edge,

"shhh baby" abby kissed your leg and slowly slid inside you, filling you up completely. your mouth immidately went to an o, eyes rolling back. abby waited for a moment, watching your face before slowly rocking her hips back.

her eyes shot down to where the pink cock entered you, already covered in your slick,

"fuck" she whispered to herself, this was enough to make her come just from looking.

abby's hips started, back and forth, rocking into your wet cunt with fever. her eyes were darting everywhere, your face, your bouncing tits, your soaked cunt. the scene was too much for her when all of a sudden you pause her,

"wait baby" your hand goes to her bicep to pause her movements and you turn to the pillow above your head where you hide a small vibrator.

"put this between you and the strap" you hand her the small vibrator on the third highest setting. her wide eyes look at you with shock, abby knew this was going to destroy her. with shaky hands, abby takes the vibrator from your fingers and fits it between the strap and her cunt, right on her puffy clit.

"want you to feel good too" you tell her, moving your hips again signaling her to fuck you but what you don't realize is the absolute wreck you just gave abby. her eyes have completely shut and the grip she has on the bedsheets on either side of your head displayed her muscles.

if she thought just the sight of you beneath her was going to make her come, this surely was going to do it. her hips attempted to return to their previous pace but this time they jerked and rocked feverishly as abby herself found the vibrator rocked against her every time she fucked you.

"feel good baby?" you wrap your legs around her waist and arms around her neck, attaching yourself to her. the act makes her push farther inside of you, the vibrator pushed against her clit.

"fuck fuck fuck" abby's hips rocked sporadically and unevenly as she drove herself to an orgasm by simply fucking you. her mouth found yours in a hungry kiss as she chased her orgasm.

"baby i'm gonna come" you whine into her mouth, abby's hand comes down to massage your clit,

"fuck fuck fuck abby!" your back arches off the bed as your orgasm shoots through you. abby's thick arms quickly come around your torso and lift you off the bed to her chest as she fucks you into her own orgasm. the rolling of your hips causing the vibrator to rub against abby's clit.

you go slack in her arms and with a few more thrusts, abby sees stars — her own come shooting down her leg, not fully squirting but enough that a heavy stream goes down her leg and into the mattress.

after a few minutes of abby tightly holding you to her, still filling you with her pink cock, do both of you finally catch your breath. abby gently pulls out of you and takes off the strap and vibrator, laying you gently on the bed.

this is when owen would put on his boxers and tell abby he'd see her tomorrow, so you can imagine her shock when you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her to the bed next to you,

"i can't believe you've never done that before" you kiss her sweaty neck.

her arms come to wrap around your naked body, holding you to her completely — the feel of another woman wrapped so tightly to her making her feel so in control.

"i have a feeling it won't be the last time" she whispers against your head, knowing now she's had you, she wont be able to stop.

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ddejavvu · 1 year ago

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Could you do a criminal minds x reader where reader is viewed as super sweet and dresses brighter and stuff like Penelope but one day they have to come in like super late/by surprise so everyone is in their normal clothes and the bau sees that reader has a big ass, super cool tattoo? And they’re all surprised and stuff

You're looking less-than professional in your backless halter top when you take your seat at the round table, but no one bats an eye until you stand from the chair to leave. Hotch's call of 'Wheels up in 20' means that the room clears as everyone hunts for their gobags, and the second you turn your back to your coworkers a litany of reactions fill the space.

Of course, the most dramatic is from Garcia, but you hear enough to count all of your coworkers, except one. Hotch's brows are raised when you turn back to see them, though - apparently he's not above being startled.

"Woah, hot stuff," Prentiss calls, a grin spreading over her face, "You've got some nice ink back there!"

"I didn't know you had tattoos," JJ muses, staring at you with curious amusement like she's recalculating your image in her mind, "That's really intricate. I like it."

"Oh, it's-" You reach a hand up to stroke awkwardly over the inked skin, "I kind of forgot you'd never seen it before."

"Turn around again!" Garcia gushes, "I wanna look at it."

You spin on command, and Hotch and Rossi are kind enough not to gawp with the others, passing you on their way to the door.

"You've got guts, kid," Rossi grimaces, "I've been in a lot of pain before, but I don't know if I'd willingly sit there for all of that."

"I wouldn't," Hotch shakes his head with a good-natured smile, "Haley and I got small, matching ones in college, and I had a hard time with that one."

"Is that based off of Norse mythology?" Spencer pokes his head around your shoulder to stare bright-eyed at you, "Some of the symbols remind me of-"

"It's just a sick-ass tattoo, Reid." Morgan shoves at his shoulder. peering avidly at the art, "Don't ruin this for everyone."

Reid takes the shove like a champion, smiling kindly, albeit awkwardly at you as he moves for the door himself, "I like it."

"Thanks, Reid," You call, flinching slightly as a hand traces one of the symbols on your back.

"Ooh! Sorry, pumpkin," Garcia calls, the hand drawn away in a flash, "I got too grabby. I just think it's really cool," she takes your hand, leading you towards the door while the others follow to continue staring at your tattoo, "I'd show you my own body art, but it's not really in a spot that I can display in the workplace."

"Well this I've gotta see," Morgan teases, "Let's all huddle in the bathroom on the jet, babygirl, and see what you're hiding."

"It is not for your eyes, Derek Morgan," She huffs, though she's grinning at his attempt. The look in her eyes suggests that the tattoo is not for his eyes because it's something to do with him, and you're eager to giggle over whatever part of her body she's tatted 'babygirl' over later.

For now, though, you rifle through your gobag and shrug on a cardigan, effectively covering your back and its ink.

"It is a crying shame to cover up that artwork," Prentiss laments, "I bet it looks awesome peeking over tank tops."

"You'll see it again at the hotel," You laugh, "I have plans to use the jacuzzi before we leave."

"A jacuzzi sounds fantastic," JJ sighs, "But let's all of us agree that Morgan isn't invited - I wanna see Garcia's tattoo."

#bau x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #emily prentiss x reader #derek morgan x reader #penelope garcia x reader #david rossi x reader

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grimmsbride · 6 months ago

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▒ ❀ ̭͡⠀ ❛ SOME ENCOURAGEMENT. NAM-GYU / PLAYER 124

nam-gyu attempts to recruit beloved, timid reader into thanos’s world. all it takes is a little encouragement.

𖥔 ࣪˖ NOTES, writing smut on company time is actually hilarious, idk why i got this idea during work. but anywho — i hope you enjoy, i tried my hand at his character. as always please ignore any grammar mistakes or typos.

Imagine Nam-Gyu attempting to recruit someone without the advice of his beloved purple-haired leader. Surprising, right? Despite his own issues with inferiority; the ex-club worker just seems to follow behind Thanos like a hungry puppy desperate for a bone— or drugs, for that matter. But no, just this once, Nam-Gyu takes the lead. The numbers are growing closer and even more scarce, fear lacing people’s minds and causing them to hit that dreaded X button. Thanos’s World’s dream is to continue the games to pay off their debts, right?— so it only made sense for Nam-Gyu to turn an X over to the O side.

He couldn’t just pick anyone. Someone far too strong-willed would definitely tell him no, and someone far too weak would just be a curse rather than a blessing.

Who to choose.. Who to choose..

Soon enough the man’s eyes are locking on to you— a contestant he has seen around, yet hasn’t heard much from. Not only were you easy on the eyes but you just seemed like the perfect person to shape into a worthy teammate.

Within minutes he’s approaching you, an easy-going smile in place as your name falls from his lips. Nam-Gyu had heard it said before by someone close to you, another random that he hadn’t bother to think about.

“Yes..?” Your words are slow, lips pursing as you take in the man before you. You were beyond nervous; this was the lackey of that purple-haired lunatic after all. Watching the two fight on the very first day was enough to tell you to avoid them at all costs. Yet here you were, a few feet away from one of them, under his gaze that trailed over you like a pretty piece of jewelry behind a display case.

You couldn’t help but bring your hands closer to yourself, teeth dragging across your cheek nervously.

From your head to your toes, Nam-Gyu’s eyes soon landed on that big red patch residing just under your bosom. With a breathy chuckle he reached over, allowing a single finger to press and trace the X.

“You wanna get out of the games that bad, huh? You voted X twice already.”

Your eyes flicked down to his hand, before traveling back to his face. “Yeah well..” You dragged slowly, watching that harsh gaze return to your features.

“I—I want to get rid of my debts.. but putting my life on the line for it just seems..” You hoped you got your words across perfectly, even without continuing your sentence. Sure, it was hard being hounded for your debts, but death looming over your head just didn’t seem worth it.

Still, Nam-Gyu only shook his head at you, a sigh full of pity escaping his lips.

“Well, that’s where you’re messing up.” Nam-Gyu hummed, stepping just a bit closer, finger still tracing that damned patch. Your attention kept flicking between his face and finger, wondering why exactly warmth was pooling throughout your entire body.

“Worrying too much about dying is what’s gonna get you killed, not anything else.”

Your eyebrows knitted close, a look of confusion plastered across your face. Worrying seemed like the right way to keep yourself alive.. right? Not worrying just seemed, well— stupid. Not that you would say that to his face, obviously.

“I have to disagree..”

Just barely did you hear the sound of the man sucking his teeth, watching the way his face turned to the side, clearly searching for his next few words. You debated on walking away from this conversation, it was clear what his objective was. And whether ordered by Thanos or not, you didn’t really want to know— nor figure out.

Yet for some reason you were practically glued to the spot, blinking up at him and waiting oh, so patiently for his next spiel. And as you watched his face turn back to you, your breath got caught in your throat.

“Okay then.. worry all you want, but you wouldn’t you want someone to look out for you?” Nam-Gyu’s other hand was reaching to your patch at this point, using both thumbs to trace it. “Being on this side, there’s no unity.. it’s every person for themself.”

The two of you locked eyes, a sickeningly sweet smile crossing his face.

“Come with us, and we’ll look after you. I’ll personally see to it too.”

Slowly did your teeth sink into your bottom lip, struggling to maintain the eye contact that he seemed so keen on keeping. The only thing you could hear was your racing heart and the gentle sounds of his thumbs sliding across that red patch. His words were.. tempting. You wondered if he rehearsed what to say, like a video game with multiple endings; did he have it all figured out before he even walked over? Was he so prepared to convert you, using every rejection you had as some silly obstacles the man easily hobbled over?

So caught up in your thoughts, you hardly realized Nam-Gyu had gotten even closer until his breath fanned across your ear in a simple;

I’ll let you think it over, let’s talk again later..

When you thought of later, you initially believed in thirty mins or so. Maybe this time he would bring over his beloved leader to really get the point across. But no, later seemed to be during lights out; when you all should be sleeping, tucked away in the rare bliss these murderous games brought.

And the only talking that was happening was the soft words Nam-Gyu continued to whisper into your ear and the even softer moans of passion that slipped from your swollen lips.

See, Nam-Gyu wasn’t an idiot despite what Thanos seems to think. Quickly he caught on to two things whilst speaking to you.

The first being, you were quite cute when nervous. And two, you just loved looking at his hands.

So what better way to really stretch his point across but using his beloved fingers to stretch you open just how he liked?

“Should have done this from the start, look how cooperative you’re being..” The smile on Nam-Gyu’s face was permanent at this point, the corner of his mouth twitching with each pitiful moan you released. His rings were tossed lazily to the side, his bare fingers now pushing into your sloppy cunt so perfectly. Longer then your own, they pushed and prodded; opening you up and rubbing against your soaked walls. With each breath you were clenching, causing the smile on his face to only grow deeper.

“Scared of dying but not of some stranger finger-fucking you, huh? What a joke.”

You wanted to tell him off, how he was so mean and so wrong. But you couldn’t, not with how your mind was getting complete lost from his movements. Your teeth were grinding into your bottom lip, a metallic taste filling your mouth as time progressed. Deep moans thundered from your throat, muffled by your harsh biting. You couldn’t imagine having your little recruitment interrupted by some poor contestant just trying to get some rest.

But with the way Nam-Gyu was practically ruining you, it didn’t seem he cared much either way. He was so hellbent on coaxing you, his lips right against your ear as that damned thumb came and circled your swollen bud.

“I told you I’d look after you right, where’s my thank you?”

Your eyes widened the moment his free hand rose, pushing at your cheeks and basically forcing your lips to part. The sound you let out was a strangled mix of a moan and gasp, quickly clasping your own hand against your mouth.

Nam-Gyu chuckled on his breath, thrusting a third finger into your wet cunt as he spoke; “What? You scared of the other contestants realizing how much of a slut you are? Shouldn’t worry too much; this messy cunt is making enough noise for you.”

Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, so fucking mean he was— yet you couldn’t help but enjoy the attention. His digits were curling inside, brushing across that special spot that caused you to shake. Your thighs were clenching harshly around his arm, rushed breaths escaping as your chest rose and fell.

“Th—thank you.. fuck— please…!” You whimpered as softly as you possibly could, glossy eyes staring up at the man. You felt accomplished the moment he drew closer, feeling the cold metal of his chain brush against your heated skin before a gentle kiss was pressed right against your cheek.

“What a good girl.. You wanna come, hm?” The hand was lowering to your throat, fingers simply wrapping around it yet not squeezing. Nam-Gyu watched in pure enjoyment at the way your head tossed back and forth in a rushed nod; how needy you were for him. What a palpable little thing, is what he thought.

“I can make that happen, you just gotta do something for me.”

More words, whispered, tempting; drifting right into your ear and hitting the same pleasurable spots right between your legs. Speaking of, you felt your peak drawing closer; a tight band resting deep in your tummy— ready to burst.

You knew what he wanted, you weren’t an idiot nor were you too fucked out to forget. Your mind was screaming at you, telling you an orgasm wasn’t worth pressing that cursed button.

Yet, for now, you weren’t thinking with your brain, but with your pussy instead.

“P—please let me join! I’ll press the button— I promise!” Another whisper-yell escaped you, desperation clinging to every word as they fled those pretty lips.

With that final confirmation Nam-Gyu was quickening the pace of his fingers, eating up the way your body convulsed, a lost look invading your eyes as you came undone. Your essence trickled down his fingers all the way to his wrist, a sticky residue that he would make sure you clean up later.

For now.. his hand rose from your throat to instead cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb right under your eye so tenderly— so sweetly.

“I knew you could do it.. just needed some encouragement, right?”

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ubeb0nes · 6 months ago

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Things Sevika says as your lover…

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Let me do it. / I'll handle it. / Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

She wants to take care of you so, so bad. Whether that's opening every door and pulling out every chair for you, or wiping someone off the face of the earth in your name.

She's in her element when she's of service. Deep down, she thinks that as long as she proves useful then your continued affection is almost guaranteed.

Can't do that anymore, my woman/partner said so. / Wrap this up. I gotta get home to them.

She is yours, no ifs or buts about it. And she makes sure everyone knows how fiercely loyal she is, she will not be doing anything to disrespect your boundaries or your relationship.

Obviously her work and her abrasive nature will put a natural strain on some parts of your relationship, but she's never intentionally causing you distress. Loyalty's her most important personal value, and you have the most of hers.

No, get behind me! / I said stay here. / I need you safe, understand?

You're a culmination of everything she's fighting for. All the beauty of Zaun, her reason for sticking her heart in this city, you are all of that personified. So you can't die. You can't get hurt.

If she has to lock you in the house to keep you from following her into a death mission, she will. You'll understand. She's always taken a beating for the ones she loves, the role thrust upon her that she now clings to like a hardy mask.

Stand down. / Down, baby. / I don't care if you don't like it, follow orders.

If you follow her into combat, good luck with getting bossed around like crazy. She always keeps you in her line of sight, preferably also within three feet of you so she can jump in front of you to sacrifice another limb if need be.

She's also absolutely zero nonense while working. She isn't flirting with you or showing vulnerability in front of her crew, but she is relishing in getting to tell you what to do (and she expects you to heed immediately).

'S all for you, doll… / Mm-mm, you're not getting up… / Pretty thing… so warm… love you so much…

She only ever talks like this when she's sleepy, or just waking up. She doesn't say I love you much (outside of when she's leaving for work), as to her, it takes away from the weight of it (WRONG imo, but in character i think lol).

The sweetest sweetheart ever when she's all wrapped up in your arms. Her voice is even lower in the mornings, with a distinct gravel to her tone. She uses it to her advantage, whispering such sweet things in your ear as she "subtly" traps you in her arms to keep you in bed.

She keeps repeating the same things over and over again, praising you and professing her love like there's no tomorrow. Her favorite love language switches to words of affirmation while she's drowsy lol.

So good to me, god you keep me sane. / I'm gonna fuckin' give you everything… / You smell so good, I could eat you (she then does actually try to bite you and you scream and push her off the bed)

Nsfw under the cuttt~

Uh uh, don't run from me. / Stop moving. / You're gonna take it either way, don't whine.

One of your favorite games is to see how long you can hold out being a brat (i.e., closing your legs every time she spreads them, shifting your hips away, etc.) before you make her snap and she just manhandles you.

Her displays of strength are usually subtle, like lifting you steadily off the floor and laying you down slowly on the bed without struggle. But when you do finally get her to snap, she's flipping you over on the bed like a pancake, and holding you up against the wall with just her human arm as she fucks you. She barely breaks a sweat holding you down on the bed, no matter how strong or how determined your bratty ass may be.

I'm never fuckin' sharing you, baby. / Look at me. Don't look away, those are *my* pretty eyes, I wanna see them. / Is that good, doll? Whose making you feel good? Mhm, and don't forget it…

Chances are that you end up being the jealous one in your relationship rather than her. But she is extremely possessive. When she gets especially in a mood, she's intent upon fucking you until your brain melts and you're nothing but putty in her hands, obsessed with her.

She reminds you how good she makes you feel, and how she's the only one that can fuck you that way. You're always extra cuddly and touchy in the days following, and she loves it because she knows it means she's stuck on your mind.

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika headcanon #ubebones writing

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joycrispy · 2 years ago

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I wanna talk about The Angel Who Would Be Crowley.

Because I had a certain set of expectations, which got thoroughly trashed in the first five minutes of S2, and my genuine response is, "Oh, fuck, yup. You're right. That's WAY better."

Looking around at GO fandom, I'm not alone in this. So let's talk about it.

Basically, a lot of people (myself included) believed that he was a high-ranking angel, and therefore as chilly and remote as every other powerful angel we'd seen at that point. We pictured Crowley-To-Be as long-haired, regal and imposing --and the fanart at the time reflected this. I'd link some if Tumblr didn't hate links.

Something like this:

We were collectively drawing on a few things --mostly, Crawly's appearance and general bearing in the Biblical scenes of S1--

--But also scattered hints of his importance, backed up by conspicuous absences in Heaven and a few profound displays of power. That's all better covered elsewhere, so I won't reiterate the arguments here. All I'm saying is: I think our headcanons were justified.

But it turns out he was this:

!!!

With his curly little--!!

And his neat white--!!

IT TURNS OUT, he was an angel who squeaked and squealed when he was happy; who flailed his arms around and made explosion noises with his mouth to explain nebulas; who preened when told his stars were pretty. Furfur, who knew him before the Fall, says:

"You used to jump on me back, little monkey in a waistcoat..."

(The use of a diminutive there, 'little'...oh, that fascinates me.)

In a pretty huge subversion of expectations, we're given these glimpses of an angel who was sweet, and joyful, and heart-meltingly silly.

In sum...an innocent.

(Perhaps innocent to a troubling degree.

We see how he troubles Aziraphale, during their first conversation. He starts looking around and behind them, checking to make sure that no one can HEAR the blithe and reckless things coming out of this angel's mouth. This angel who talks like he's never been reprimanded in his life; like it's never occurred to him that anyone would want to hurt him.

Before the Beginning, Aziraphale understood Heaven better than he did. The danger is plainly occurring to Aziraphale.)

So now, we the viewers are in on a cruel joke that Aziraphale has known all along, which is that this --THIS-- is the angel who--

*checks notes*

--did a million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulphur. For asking questions.

...Imagine you are Aziraphale, and everything inside you wants to believe Heaven are the Good Guys, and God is Good and Everything She does is capital-R Right...and now try to reconcile that. Keep trying. I don't think he ever totally managed it in 6000 years.

All this gets further complicated when we learn that, despite all of the above, we were still right. That sweet excitable babby up there?

He WAS a powerful and high-ranking angel.

That much is explicitly confirmed, with significant evidence that he could have been among the mightiest of archangels...

...Who apparently accosted his fellow angels for piggyback rides. And was remembered millennia later by those (now fallen) angels as something 'little.'

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

Hell, Aziraphale has known to be wary of the archangels (and the judgements of Heaven in general) since before the Fall even happened. He chooses to believe they are Good; he can't fool himself into thinking they are Safe.

Yet he's absolutely certain that Crowley won't hurt Job's children. Enough to stand in a burning building and say to them, "I can't save you, but don't be afraid. I won't need to."

And what reason does he give?

("I know you."

"You do not know me."

"I know the angel you were.")

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

("The angel you knew is not me."

But how is Aziraphale supposed to believe that, when he can see him all the time?)

tl;dr --yes, this is better. I love the tragedy of it.

'Innocence died screaming' and all that.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #Crowley #Aziraphale #good omens 2 #good omens meta

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bi-writes · 9 months ago

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Your MOB au gives me so many butterflies 🥴 I hear the key to a long and happy marriage is to be with someone you think is funny. How do you think Simon and his wife make each other laugh? I can see them being the couple that gossips while people watching or MOB wrangles Simon in bed to show him funny cat videos on her phone.

mail-order bride

simon likes spending time with you without screens. he does love watching a movie with you, but one of his favorite ways to spend time with you is to open a little closet of board games and play one of them with you. he'll put on a little music, spread out the game, and you usually spend the evening sitting in his lap and playing either on the couch or on the floor using the coffee table or at the dining table.

"simon, what would you do if i was a worm?"

simon raises a brow, fitting a corner piece of the puzzle into place. he snorts a bit.

"wot are y'on, love?"

"i'm serious!" you laugh. "what would you do if i was a worm?"

"step on you, baby. you'd be a fuckin' worm. gross."

you pout a little, dramatically, and simon winks at you.

"olright, love. i'd put ya in a little box and cherish ya foreva. tha' wot y'wanna hear?"

you giggle, settling in his lap, picking up an edge piece and putting it in its spot.

"yeah. that's what i wanna hear."

"simon, look."

you hold out your phone in bed, shoving it in his face. he grunts a little, squinting at the bright screen, and he raises a brow as he watches a compilation of orange cat videos put together. he chuckles a little when he sees it, leaning over the bed and planting a kiss on your cheek. he rolls over onto his side, curling a big arm around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. he tucks his face over your shoulder, leaning over you, and you spend the better part of an hour giggling to yourself as you show simon the collection of videos on your feed.

the next morning, your phone pings while simon is away on base. you hurry out of the kitchen, wiping your floury hands on the apron you wear before seeing a request for a new follower.

you open the app, raising a brow when you look at the account without a profile picture asking to follow your private account.

pumpkin__eater141 wants to follow you.

you click on the profile, rolling your eyes when you see the only picture on the account a very grainy, filtered photo of two sergeants sticking their tongues out and holding up bunny ears behind each other. in the background, very blurry, you can see a glimpse of a skeleton-bone painted glove holding up a middle finger. the caption reads wankerzzz!!!!

the account has 1 follower (sudz_n_budz141), and it follows none, and you can't help but smile when you see the profile has nothing but a cherry emoji as the description.

you accept the follow request, and you follow them back. the whole day, every so often, you get a new video as a direct message. when you finish with the sourdough and leave it to rise, you start to scroll through the intermittent messages you've already gotten.

more cat videos. crazy dashcam footage with the comment "fuckin' mad." some woman who makes crockpot meals with every kind of bagged cheese you can get at the store on high for five hours.

you can't stop smiling. and when you pull out a pot to make dinner later, you and simon make eye contact before laughing.

"olright, baby, which one ya want?" simon murmurs, nuzzling his mask against your cheek. you giggle, looking up at the display. there's stuffed bears, big squishmallows, pillows. you reach a hand up behind you and caress the back of his neck, biting your lip until you point up at the big cherry squishmallow hanging by the top.

"gotta hit all the glasses to get that one, mate," the attendant says, and you look over your shoulder up at him.

"ooooo...not sure if you can hit all your targets, lieutenant riley?" you ask, and simon snorts, kissing your jaw through the mask before making his way towards the game counter. he picks up the toy rifle, adjusting it in his grip before holding the sight up and taking his stance. you bite your lip watching him. he looks incredibly sexy with that thing in his arms, even if its a fake. it's even sexier hearing the bell ring and watching your husband with terrifying precision knock every glass bottle down. one after the other, each glass falls, and you squeeze your legs together slightly as he goes for a bonus round and knocks them all over again, even quicker.

he turns around when he has your prize in his hands, a big fluffy cherry with a little smile and a little green leaf hat. you squeeze it to your chest before standing on your toes, and simon leans down to peck your lips through the mask. he wraps a big arm around your waist, and when you both pull back, you can't help your big smile, the laughter, that sweet, pretty shine in your eyes.

simon laughs, too.

it's easy when you're this happy.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #cod #call of duty #order up

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shawtuzi · 7 months ago

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girl you know what i wanna do, i wanna rendez-rendezvous ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

pairing: plug!toji x black fem!reader

cw include: porn with a little plot, drug usage ofc, a very minuscule mention death, oral f & m receiving, unprotected sex, smacking, choking, breath-play, some squirting, spit, lots of praise bc he’s so down bad for her while they’re fucking, PUSSYDRUNK TOJIII, backshots, prone bone position, fawking from the side, creampie n i think that’s about it!!! wc: 6.4k

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“is it just a universal thing for all plugs to take for-fucking-ever to bring the weed? do they not like getting paid? this guy must really not like getting paid,” your babbling fell on deaf ears as geto and gojo focused on the game in front of them. occasionally they’d respond with a ‘uh huh’ or ‘i know right’ but this time they didn’t even have the decency to pretend to listen!

you huffed, picking at the charms on your nails, “you guys suck and so does your friend. i have plans later! i’d like to leave at a decent time to get ready.” geto whipped his head around to look at you, his brows furrowing, “i thought you were already dressed for the club…plus it’s not even dark out yet what you need to be getting ready for right now?”

“geto…wearing all fur boots? to the club? be smarter than that please,” you sighed, falling back against the couch. you whipped out your phone, sliding over the camera, “and for your information i’d like to get in a power nap before i go.” geto kissed his teeth, muttering something under his breath before his phone pinged, the sound catching your attention. before you could utter a word you were shushed by geto, a pout fell on your face as you fell back against the couch once more.

after taking a few pictures of yourself you grew bored once more—so of course you had to bother your friends some more. “so how did you guys even meet this guy? does he sell more than just weed? how long have you been buying from—”

“he’s here!”

“thank goddd! she’ll finally shut up, we won’t have to suffer any longer!” gojo tossed the controller on the table, his head falling in his hands. you grabbed your purse, taking out the money before standing. “i hate you guys i really do,” you glared at the two men before walking to the door—waiting for geto to walk out with you of course because stranger danger is very much real.

the sun was beginning to set, hues of orange, pink, and red swirling in the sky. “it’s so pretty out, i’m gonna need you to take a few pictures of me when we’re done,” you tugged down your mini skirt as you trailed behind geto.

you stood to the side as the two men talked—your curiosity getting the best of you as you peeked through the window. the windows were tinted of course, but you could still get a glimpse inside. now you didn’t know shit about cars but this was nice. “i wonder how far that seat goes back,” you mumbled to yourself, a small smile creeping on your lips. damn ovulation.

geto eventually moved to side, signaling that it was your turn. you straightened your back as you approached the window, your jaw almost dropping at the man in front of you. you nearly fell over when the first thing he said was ‘you’re pretty.’

“thank you, um, how much do i owe you again?” you asked, gripping the cash in your hand. toji looked you up in down, a smirk making its way onto his lips, “i like your tattoo.” he pointed to the area below your breast where ‘divine feminine’ was tatted across the curve in cursive. you grazed the tattoo with your manicured nail, your cheeks heating up.

toji opened the bag that contained your eighth before throwing a little extra weed in the baggie. he wrapped it up before holding it out for you, the baggie looking extra small in his big hand. “how much do you i owe—”

“it’s on me.”

now this made you really smile, your tooth gems now on display. “reallyyy?” you giggled, nibbling on your bottom lip. toji nodded, his eyes drifting to that damn tattoo again. his eyes flicked back to yours, “you just gotta do one little thing for me,” he spoke lowly, fist closing over the baggie. you stepped closer to the window, your heart pounding against your chest.

“and what’s that?” you fiddled with the end of your skirt, his intense eye contact now making you feel small.

“tell me your name, please?”

when you said it he practically swooned, his palms now feeling sweaty because he hasn’t felt this way since her. “such a pretty name…y/n….i like it,” toji licked his lips, his fist opening once more to hand you the weed. sure his hand might’ve lingered a little longer than it should’ve but you surely weren’t complaining.

“if you ever need some more please let me be the first person you come to, i wanna see you again. s’not everyday a guy comes across a pretty thing like yourself. you can get my number from sugu,” you had completely forgotten geto was waiting with you, but when you turned around he was nowhere to be found.

“must’ve went inside…eh whatever, now what were you saying?” you smiled, leaning against the car. since you were both clearly flirting you might as well give the man a little something to fantasize about. “it was very nice meeting you y/n, i hope i see you again soon,” toji gave you one last smile before pulling off, leaving you by yourself.

geto and gojo were rolling up when you came back inside, immersed in their own conversation. “you guys didn’t tell me your plug was so fucking hottttt!” you squealed, falling back into the couch, your feet kicking back and forth with excitement. “he’s so generous too….and so so cute. that scar on his lip is so sexy and he’s so big i wonder how big—”

“don’t say another word i’m begging,” gojo whined, covering his poor ears. the kissed your teeth now sitting up, “that man will be mine i’m telling you guys, he should be very scared because now i’m on the prowl.”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

unknown number: hi! is this toji?

unknown number: it’s y/n from the other day, i was wondering if you were available to bring me a little something?

toji smiled at his phone, immediately saving your number. he’d hate to even admit it to himself, but he’s been anticipating a text from you for days. he just couldn’t get you outta his head! your smile, your cute lil doe eyes, your scent. you smelt so sweet, like the most expensive candies you get out for special occasions.

you made his chest tight, his palms sweaty, and his jeans tight as fuck—he just had to have you.

toji: send me your address.

toji: i’m omw.

“oooh shit—okay okay time to lock in,” you jumped up, quickly shedding your pj’s for a cuter, yet still cozy outfit to wear for toji. you settled on an oversized knit olive colored sweater and a long brown cotton skirt—yes it was an outfit that showed less skin than you were used to but hey it’s fall and hoes do get cold sometimes! just asked you were finished up adding the rest of your jewelry your phone pinged.

toji: i’m outside.

you suddenly felt nauseous, but the good kind—the excited kind of nauseous where butterflies where swarming all around your tummy. on the walk to toji’s car you held your chin up with confidence, the bracelets on your wrist dangling as you damn near strutted to the man’s car.

toji rolled the window down, a cloud of smoke swirling out of the window. “hey girl, how’re ya?” toji asked, setting the blunt he was smoking aside. you giggled, bending down to lean against the window.

“hi tojiii! m’doin’ good? you?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. toji hummed, shrugging his shoulders, “i’m okay, just been working.” it was silent for a few beats before he spoke again:

“i’m glad you texted, took you long enough,” he chuckled as he bagged up your weed, not even bothering to scale it. out of instinct your brought your hands to your cheeks, the coolness of your hands bringing you some relief. he just made you so beside yourself and for what???

“well now that you have my number maybe you could drop by and we could just, you know, hangout?” there you went again giving him those doe eyes as you asked your question in the sweetest voice. toji sealed up the baggie and held it out for you, “i’d like that a lot y/n.” the way your named rolled off his tongue felt so right.

as you both continued to talk toji could notice you were shivering despite wearing that big ass sweater. “do you wanna sit in here for a minute? finish this with me?” he asked holding up the half smoked blunt. you nodded with zero hesitation, quickly making your way to the passenger side. you were immediately met with warmth as you got in the car, your body relaxing into the heated seat.

“if this sounds too rude you don’t have to answer and i apologize if it does but….how old are you? i’m not saying you look real old or anything you just look, like, more mature,” you fingers anxiously tapped against your thighs, itching to grasp at the muscles practically bulging from his compressed t-shirt.

toji laughed. not just a little chuckle or breath through the nose, but a real genuine laugh. it was amazing to say the least.

“believe it or not i’m thirty four,” he gave you a toothy grin before sparking the blunt. your eyes nearly popped out of your head at his words. this man??? thirty four???

“ohhh so you are an old man,” you giggled, the sound of your laugh giving his chest that irritatingly tight feeling again. toji playfully rolled his eyes, taking a hit of the blunt before passing it to you. “i swear once you get past twenty five everyone suddenly thinks you’re old,” and he was certainly was not wrong. he’d lost count if he many times geto and gojo called him old man just to piss him off.

“i may be a little older but i still fuck like i’m twenty one,” toji rested against the seat, his eyes flicking to you. your mouth was slightly agape as you tried to tried to think of something smart to say back but unfortunately you were left speechless. you took a hit of the blunt, turning your body more towards him. “is that so?” you asked, passing the blunt to him.

toji nodded slowly, his eyes now low and red. before either of you could say anything else toji’s phone lit up, and you being the nosey thing you were couldn’t help but glance at his phone. “who’s baby is that?” you asked pointing his lock screen. toji smiled at the picture before looking back up at you, his smile faltering the slightest bit.

“that’s…that’s my son.”

it was quiet for a few beats before you broke into a big smile, a tiny squeal slipping past your lips as you picked up his phone to examine the picture. “he’s a cutie! look at those eyes—oh and those little cheeks! he looks just like you toji,” you giggled, handing the phone back to him. toji grinned, taking his phone back from you.

“ahh thanks! he looks more like his mother to me, acts just like her too,” your eyebrow quirked up at the mention of the boys mother. “i take it you guys aren’t together anymore?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.

toji was silent for a moment, his throat tightening at the mention of her. “she, uh, passed actually. a few months after megumi was born,” it was silent once again, toji was now avoiding eye contact with you. he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt you place a comforting hand on his knee. he whipped his head towards you, an apologetic look now on your face. “i’m sorry to hear that toji, but for what it’s worth i bet you’re an awesome fucking dad,” you gave his knee a little squeeze before pulling away.

“thank you, seriously. it feels nice to hear that because somedays i really wish she was here, not for me but for him. she was amazing i wish he got to know her the way i did,” toji was never the type to talk about his late wife, especially with someone he was trying to pursue, but you were different. you made him feel so safe and he barely even fucking knew you.

before he could babble anymore about her he stopped himself, fearing he’d make it even more awkward. “she sounds great toji m’sorry you lost her so soon. don’t worry though i’m sure you’ll find another love like that again,” and you meant every word you said.

“i can’t believe it’s only our second time speaking and i’ve already managed to bring up my dead wife, fuck am i doing?” he chuckled, throwing his head back against the seat. you quickly reassured him that all was well and you were grateful that he was felt so comfortable to share such a personal side of his life with you.

“i’d love to stay and talk more but gumi’s sitter has to leave early. ill see you again soon though yeah?” toji couldn’t help but brush his knuckles over the apple of your cheek, grinning when he felt the heat radiating from it. “you blushin’?” his grin now turning into a smirk.

“get away from me,” you swatted his hand away, unable to contain the smile forming on your glossed up lips. “this was real fun though, don’t keep me waiting too long now,” you gave toji one last smile before getting out of his car. the second he pulled away you whipped out your phone, immediately dialing your best friends number.

“hey…you busy? no? good because i needddd to talk about what just happened with someone.”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

toji: hey pretty.

toji: you free? i wanna see you.

you squealed, kicking your feet with glee as you read toji’s messages. tonight was the night. after two months of unbearable sexual tension you were gonna claim that man in more ways than one. you quickly texted him back saying you were indeed available and to hurry his ass up.

you made your way to your closet, sifting through your clothes to find the outfit. you needed something that’ll make his head spin and dick hard…perhaps some subtle lingerie would do the job.

you finally settled on a lacy, red wine colored nightgown that showed just enough to have him wanting to see more. you brushed out your thirty inch bussdown, tugging it just the tiniest bit to see if it’d stay in place. toji was a big man and he looked like a hair puller—you were hoping you were wrong but if he was you were certainly praying your hair stayed in tact at least a little after he was through with you.

toji: i’m here. hurry it’s cold as fuck out here.

you took a deep breath, channeling your inner tina snow as you opened the door for him. “hi tojiii,” you beamed, resting your body against the door. toji’s jaw was quite literally almost to the floor as he took you in. if he looked close enough he could see your pretty lil nipple piercings through the nightgown.

“come in! come in! it’s freezing out there,” you tugged toji in your house by his sleeve, quickly shutting the door once he was inside. “what’re you all….dressed up for,” he asked lowly, nearly crushing the rello packets in his hand.

be patient. don’t get too excited. be patient.

he kept chanting that over and over in his mind but it was doing little to help him, especially since he was already sporting a semi. “oh i just thought i’d put on a little something nice for you i don’t know,” you could feel your confidence faltering under his lustful stare.

“well,” toji took a step closer to you, and then another, and then another till you both were nearly chest to chest. “i think you look really nice, sweet of you to get all dolled up for me,” he trailed his fingers over the material of your robe, chuckling the tiniest bit when he saw your bt21 cooky slippers. you looked up at him through your freshly done lashes, a grin making its way onto your lips.

you slipped your smaller hand into toji’s, guiding him to the living room. he wasted no time getting comfortable, his body immediately relaxing into the plushness of your couch. you sat on the opposite end of the much to his dismay, “why you so far away from me hm? come closer.” with shaky arms you scooted closer to him until your thighs were nearly touching, but it still wasn’t quite enough for him.

you let out a tiny gasp as toji easily picked you up and say you on his lap, you could feel the full throb of his dick against your ass. “that’s better,” he smirked, squeezing your hip gently.

it was silent for a few beats before you took the rello packet from toji, two pre rolled blunts waiting in there to be smoked. “so how long do i have you for tonight?” you asked, sparking the blunt. toji ran his tongue over the scar on his lip as he watched you exhale the smoke, not even realizing you had asked him a question.

“i have until eleven, gumi’s sitter was nice enough to stay an extra hour,” ever since toji had accidentally slipped up that he’d been seeing someone megumi’s sitter has been extra generous with her time. it probably helped that she was also getting paid some very hefty overtime. you glanced at the clock on your wall reading 7:18PM. only three hours and a couple something minutes of him to yourself—it was definitely time to kick things into overdrive.

“toji?” you spoke softly, passing the blunt to him. toji hummed, taking a long drag of the blunt as he stroked your back with his free hand. you readjusted your position on his lap, your arms now wrapped securely around his neck. the next six words that came out of your mouth nearly had him busting in his pants.

“you finally gonna fuck me tonight?”

“what did you just say?” his tone was low now, boarder line growling out the words. you sighed dreamily, brushing his soft, jet black hair out of his face. “i said are you finally gonna fuck me tonight? finally gonna show me you’re not such an old man?” your manicured fingers began to scratch at his nape, making him groan. toji closed his eyes, his head falling back against the couch.

“take off your robe.”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

“tojiii,” you whined in defeat as toji sloppily kissed, sucked, and licked at the insides of your thighs—so close yet so far from where you really needed him to be. you made a few attempts to take your thong off but toji was having none of that and slapped your hands away each time, threatening to tie your wrist together with his belt if you tried it again.

you mewled when you felt his lips finally kiss your center over your panties, his tongue lolling out to get a taste at the wetness that seeped through them. your hands were balled into fists by your side, the urge to hump his face becoming unbearable.

“lift your hips up honey,” you heard his raspy voice speak from below you. you nearly screeched in happiness as he finally slid off your soaked panties, tiny webs of your slick sticking to your pussy. you jumped the tiniest bit when you felt a warm glob of spit fall on your clit.

“relax sweetness i got you,” was all toji said before dipping his tongue between your folds, immediately moaning at the sweet yet tart taste that was you. you felt his tongue cup your clit, the movements so soft and precise and it had your eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

you’ve been with men who claim they eat pussy for their own pleasure but toji….it was like he was making love to you with just his mouth the feeling the indescribable. each gush of your essence that spilled out was quickly slurped up by his greedy mouth, his moans nearly matching the volume of yours.

he was now drawing slow circles around your clit and that was what had your legs shaking, pussy clenching around nothing as you came on his skillful tongue. “t-toji you’re so goodddd,” you whined, shoving his face impossibly closer to your pussy.

toji finally released your clit from his lips with a pop! your cum now coating the entire lower half of his face. “do it again n’ this time put a finger in…please?” your brushed your thumb over his lips, whimpering when he sucked your thumb into his mouth. he ran his pointer and middle finger between your folds before pushing his middle finger inside, cursing under his breath at the way you were already squeezing his finger so fucking tight.

“you taste just as good as you smell pretty baby, i just knew you would though,” he licked his lips, not once taking his eyes off your cunt. “why’d you keep her from me for so long huh?” he rasped, slowly adding his ring finger into the mix. you squirmed underneath him, your hips rising each time he fucked his fingers into you. “i, uh, i-i don’t know i just—”

“you just what?” he teased, now sucking your clit into his mouth once more. your mouth dropped open, thighs immediately closing around toji’s head. you gasped wetly when you felt a rough smack against your thigh, a silent warning from toji to keep them open. you shakily opened your thighs again, your hands now finding purchase in toji’s soft locs. “you still ain’t answer my question,” he hummed, now rubbing sloppy circles on your clit with his thumb.

you shook your head in defeat, physically not being able to find the words as to why you deprived him and yourself of something so so good. “you liked teasing me pretty baby? ya liked sending me home with my dick hard each time i saw you? hm?” the squelching from your pussy got louder by the minute, you second orgasm of the night quickly approaching.

“i—”

“did you like feeling wanted by me? needed by me?” toji was now using his free hand to push down on your abdomen, smirking when he saw your legs start to shake again. all you could let out was an absurdly loud ‘oh shit!’ before you were gushing around toji’s fingers, a small stream of cum landing right on his awaiting tongue. his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slurped up every drop you had to offer him. he hadn’t even noticed he was now grinding against the couch, his dick now fully hard.

toji pushed your nightgown up your tummy so he was able to kiss his way up your soft skin until he finally made it to your lips. he brought his thumb to your chin, pushing down ever so slightly until your mouth was open. you knew that look all too well. you could see the hesitation in his eyes so you helped him out a bit by sticking out your tongue, letting him know he had the green light.

not even a second later toji let a glob of spit fall from lips and onto your awaiting tongue, a lovesick smile making its way onto his lips as you swallowed it. “c’mere,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours as he shoved his tongue in your mouth. he caressed his tongue against yours, swallowing each tiny moan you let out.

“so sweet baby, even your kisses taste like honey,” he moaned against your lips, pressing his dick against your pussy. he shuddered when he felt just how warm you really were, even over his sweatpants.

“you’re so hard toji,” you whispered against his lips, your foot stretched up to push against his dick making him groan. “lemme—lemme suck you off. can i please? just a little bit?” you continued rubbing your foot against him, internally turning him into a pile of mush. toji mindlessly nodded his head, making quick work to sit back on the couch.

you stood up on shaky legs, now kneeling before toji as he stared at you like you were his prey. you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them off with ease. toji sighed in relief when his dick finally sprung free, no longer confined by his boxers.

“your dick is so pretty,” you bit down on your bottom lip, taking just a little time to admire toji in all his glory. he was long and not only that but he was insanely thick. you grabbed his dick gently, the soft, velvety skin making your mouth water. “don’t be nervous if you can’t take all of it, i know i’m kinda big,” although he sounded apologetic the shit eating grin on his face said otherwise. you had to prove yourself now—you had to give him some fucking work now.

you licked your lips before suckling the tip in your mouth, lord he was already a damn mouthful. toji hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath until he let out a long sigh, his head slightly tilting back. you kissed and licked your way up and down his dick, trying to make it as wet as you could before taking half of him in your mouth with ease. “a-ah shit y/n w-wait oh!” the back of his head nearly knocked against the couch as you took the rest of him in your mouth.

your throat felt so tight n hot around him it had him digging his nails into his muscly thighs, nearly drawing blood. you hummed around his dick, trying to relax your throat as much as possible. you knew he was close already, you didn’t even care if he came down your throat that instant. toji felt his balls tighten and began to frantically shake his head, “y/n please i don’t wanna cum so soon. please baby please.”

you brought your hand to his balls, now gently massaging them. he wanted to pull you away he really did, but no one has ever been able to deepthroat entirely before—you were showing him a whole new world. you began to bob your head, obnoxiously sucking on the base and tip as you did. “s-shit wait—”

unfortunately for toji it was too late for him. you felt a shot of cum hit your tongue and knew you had to milk him now for everything he was worth. you focused your lips solely on the tip, moaning as cum coated your tongue. “that’s so good baby keep sucking me like that, j-jus’ like that,” he ain’t even give a fuck no more that he came so soon. he had enough stamina to give you another mouthful of cum if you wanted it.

you finally removed his dick from your mouth, now slapping the appendage against your tongue. “now what were you saying about being too big for me,” you smiled up at him, both of your hands still stroking his dick. toji kissed his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his chest. he made quick work to remove his shirt, tossing it mindlessly to the side.

“get up here and bend over the armrest,” his voice had dropped a couple octaves and although it was a little frightening it didn’t stop the wetness pooling in your core. you stood up, about to remove your nightgown but you were stopped by toji, mumbling something about how he wanted you to keep it on.

you kneeled on the couch, bending over the armrest as you arched your back as much as possible. you could hear the crinkling of foil and quickly turned around, shaking your head at toji. “i want you raw, ‘wanna feel all of you without a stupid condom,” you nibbled on your bottom lip nervously as you voiced your request. toji was still for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours.

after a moment he tossed the condom aside, his hands now finding purchase on your hips. you could feel the hot base of his dick against your pussy, and you just couldn’t help but slowly move your hips back and forth. you both moaned in unison, the grip toji had on your hips now tightening.

“put it in for me,” he grunted, pulling his hips back. you licked your hand before reaching underneath you to grab his dick, giving it a few slow pumps before positioning the tip at your entrance. toji’s face scrunched up in pleasure as your pussy swallowed up his dick with ease, the dull stinging sensation hurting you in the best way possible.

it took a few minutes but he was finally able to bottom out, the tip of his dick nearly kissing your cervix. he pulled out halfway before slamming back in, the couch shifting forward the slightest bit. “good little fucking pussy,” toji grunted, spreading your asscheeks to get a nice little view of his dick fucking into you. you were taking him sooo well he was sooo proud of you.

“how you feeling pretty baby? talk to me,” toji wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling your body into his chest. your arms immediately reached behind you to tug at his hair, each tug earning you a pretty moan from him right in your ear. “feels s’good to-toji, you’re so f-fucking deep,” you gasped violently when you felt his rough fingers begin to toy with your swollen clit.

toji nibbled at your ear, licking the shell of it before whispering, “yeah? pretty girl feels me in her tummy hm? oh yeah i can feel me rightttt there.” your body jolted when you felt toji press down on the small imprint of his dick. he tightened his grip around your throat, nearly cutting off your airway completely.

“lets play a little game hm? i can feel how close you are so m’not gonna let you breathe until i feel this pussy cumming around my dick, that okay with you?” he loosened his grip on your neck until you consented, he couldn’t help but smile proudly.

“alright pretty baby cmon, make that pussy cum for me,” he growled now increasing the pace of his thrusts. it was now very hard for you to breathe as toji tightened his hand around your throat once again, the action making your pussy squeeze toji’s dick impossibly tight. your mouth dropped open, tongue lolling out of your mouth as toji fucked you like he hated your guys. “almost there girl, i can fucking feel that shit cmon baby give it to me,” toji grasped at your breasts over your nightgown, tweaking at your sensitive nipples.

you began to feel lightheaded, your legs nearly giving out on you. you finally came with a silent scream, your pussy spasming around toji’s dick. just as you were at the height of your orgasm toji finally removed his hand from your throat allowing you to breathe. you fell against the armrest, your body going completely limp as toji milked your orgasm out of your. “goddamn you’re still cumming baby, such a good girl for me m’so proud of you,” toji was praising you left and right as stream after stream of your cum soaked his thighs and the couch.

after you were done toji let you rest for a moment, still inside you as he gently stroked your back. “you okay mama?” he whispered in your ear, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. you hummed, nodding your head and crazy enough you still wanted more.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

“oh my goddd,” your feet kicked against the couch as toji’s bigger body pushed you further into the cushions, preventing you from moving out of his grasp. he had you in a chokehold, your drool and tears dripping onto his bicep as he fucked into you like a madman. “that’s that shit….good shit right here goddamn y/n,” toji grunted in your ear, sounding genuinely frustrated at just how good your pussy was.

my mans was completely lost in the sauce. not a thought behind his eyes besides one thing—you. your warmth, your wetness, the fact that you still smelled like a goddamn s’more even with the intense smell of sex and weed in the air. for the first time in his life toji was pussydrunk.

“m’gonna cum honey, you ready for me?” a symphony of moans and whiny yes’ poured out of your trembling lips. three more strokes and toji was letting out a pornographic moan, his teeth biting down onto the soft skin of shoulder. rope after rope of his warm cum coated your walls, so much it was beginning to leak from your pussy. “so full,” you mewled, your toes curling at the warmth that now radiated throughout your entire body.

toji wholeheartedly believes that he was a man that was born to breed a whole lotta babies because it was absolutely ridiculous at how much he came—especially right now. each time he thought he was done your pussy would squeeze him once more, milking more out of him until it was almost painful. what was even worse was the he was still hard.

that’s how he ended up taking you roughly from the side. your ass was clapping back against his pelvis n thighs so hard they turned the lightest shade of pink. “y’hear how sloppy your pussy sounds honey? makes me wanna ruin you over and over again,” he growled in your ear, gripping onto your chin to have you look at him. your eyes were closed in bliss, a trail of drool slipping from your lips and onto your chin.

toji licked at the spit on your chin before giving your face a couple quick slaps, “open your eyes n’ look at me while i fuck you. cmon pretty baby lemme see those eyes.” you cracked your eyes open immediately whimpering at toji’s intense gaze. toji slowed down his pace, now settling for slow, deep strokes. “you’re so pretty,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours.

you gave him a weak smile, moaning when his dick hit a particularly deep spot. “can’t nobody else see you like this again except me got it? you’re my girl now. mine to hold, kiss, fuck—i want all that shit y/n. i want all of you, can i have you?” if you able to you would’ve swooned over his words, but unfortunately all your poor little fucked up brain could muster was a raspy ‘yes.’

toji gave you a sweet smile and a lil kiss before going back to his brutal pace, the couch thumping the ground with each thrust. “that’s what i like to hear honey, gonna treat you so well. make you the happiest girl in the world i promise,” and he meant it. every promise he whispered in your ear he would make sure to keep it until the end of his days. you were the one—he was sure of it.

“i’m gonna cum toji,” you whined, bringing your hand down to rub furiously at your clit. toji gave you a helping hand by spreading your lips, the squelching noise from your pussy increasing as he did so. “m’gonna cum too honey, let’s do it together cmon m’right there,” you both so so close until toji accidentally slipped out of your pussy, a pearl of cum dribbling from the tip.

you were just too wet he could barely fuck into you without slipping out once more, frustration overtaking the both you. “goddammit,” he grunted, gripping his dick tightly once again before slipping back in you—this time he just kept a hold on it. “fuck back into me baby, you can do it there you go,” toji moaned in bliss as you fucked back into him, your wetness dripping onto his knuckles.

“yes yes yes f-fuck!” you pressed your backside into him as much as possible as your orgasm took over you, his trailing not far behind. the hand he was using to hold his dick steady was now holding your leg up, gripping onto the soft flesh of your thigh as he fucked into you with shallow strokes. he came inside your pussy with a deep groan, pulling out to cover your pussy with the rest of it.

toji gently set your leg down, now pulling your trembling body into his chest. “it’s okay pretty thing we’re done now, i got you just breathe with me,” you took a couple deep breaths, running your hand along toji’s toned body just to make sure he was really there—that this really happened.

“that was good, thank you toji,” you whispered, nuzzling your face in his chest. toji kissed the crown of your head, taking yet another deep inhale of your sweet scent. “no thank you, that was the best sex i’ve ever fucking had and i mean it,” he chuckled, giving your shoulder a loving squeeze. you glanced at the clock on your wall, whining when you said it was thirty minutes till eleven.

“i guess you’ll have to get going soon hm?” you mumbled, making toji frown. toji nibbled on his lip before shaking his head, “don’t worry about it honey i’ll take care of it, you just rest up yeah?” he gave your forehead another kiss, shushing any protest you had about him having to leave.

once you were fast asleep toji reached for his phone that was on the coffee table, careful not to wake you. he dialed the sitters number, praying for the absolute best.

“mr. fushiguro! how’s your date going, will you be home soon?” toji felt horrible for what he was about to ask but he at least had to try. “it’s going good, thank you! actually i was wondering if you would stay the night with megumi? paying you overtime is no problem in fact i’ll triple it! i just wanna spend as much time with my girlfriend as i can,” sure he hadn’t properly asked you to be his woman yet but she didn’t have to know that.

the line was quiet for a moment before the sitter started laughing, “of course i wouldn’t mind saying the night with him! i haven’t seen you this giddy over a woman since mrs. fushiguro, please enjoy your night and i’ll see you in the morning!” after multiple thank you’s toji hung up, his heart swelling with happiness.

“baby….hey i’m able to stay the night im gonna take us to bed, where’s your room?” you mumbled out the directions to your room and before you knew it you were wrapped in your comforter with toji glued to your side.

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