#or if not then maybe he could *scoop* some onto his fingertip?

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

But what I really want to know is whether, if he really really concentrated, Julian could do finger painting?

[rafecameroninterlude]

what if rafe found kook!sweetheart!reader’s girl blog? omg and he see’s some nsfw reblogs…

warnings: use of the nickname ‘daddy’ (just once), reader is just a 🎀 girl 🎀, 18+ links

a/n: i think i would die if this really happened omg

“i still think i should join you in the shower..” you looked up at rafe’s reflection from your vanity, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “we both know how that’ll end.” you laughed, adjusting your robe before twisting the door knob of your bathroom. “i’ll be right out.” rafe watched as you closed the door behind you, collapsing onto your bed with a sigh. he wanted nothing more than to get you underneath your sheets and, hopefully, have his head between your thighs.

just as he felt himself growing hard at the thought of you gasping his name, he heard your phone ding!

thinking nothing of it, he glanced at the device on your nightstand, a few more notifications coming in. his eyebrows knitted in confusion. you always had your phone silenced at this time of night. fingertips itching to check what was making your phone go off, he muttered a quick ‘fuck it.’ before grabbing the dammed thing. “tumblr?” he narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar app icon.

[11:41 PM] lanasweetheart liked your post: “something about a manly man getting the bestest sleep in a pink hyperfeminine bed (he’s so babygirl 🎀)”

rafe clicked the notif, a ‘what the fuck?’ falling from his lips when a picture of him sleeping next to you lit up the screen. tapping on the profile icon, rafe was in for a surprise when all your posts were now at the tips of his fingers. “three thousand notes?” he was in disbelief that a photo of the back of his head peeking out of your pink comforter had gotten so much traction. “girls really go crazy over that shit?” he laughed, full on scrolling now.

rafe thought it was cute that all your posts consisted of photo dumps of your nights out with your girlfriends, cute selfies with freshly done makeup, nail pics, some rant posts here and there about drama he already had the full scoop on, but then he came across a tag that said ‘୨ৎ thinking thoughts’ that completely flipped his brain inside out.

bf looked so dilfy today, should i ask him for babies?

“you totally should.” he whispered to himself, tongue running across his bottom lip as he kept reading. the next post was a reblog.

gorgeous gorgeous girls pout and whine and whimper instead of using words

“yeah, you do.” rafe could feel heat starting to settle in the pit of his stomach. you were always so sweet and graceful, your boyfriend couldn’t help but feel a smidge of jealousy that an app got to see this side of you before he did.

i just want him to break me sometimes. slap me, choke me, degrade me.. rough me up a little bit that’s all :(

“holy shit.” he cleared his throat, his cock now straining against the denim material of his jeans. he would’ve happily done all of that for you if you asked, but then again maybe that was the problem. you shouldn’t have to. apart of rafe felt bad for invading your privacy like this, but man was he glad that he did.

love when daddy picks out my lingerie for the night <3

rafe’s jaw was on the ground. ‘daddy’???? oh, you were so going to get it. “what are you doing?” rafe jumped at the sound of your voice, having not heard the water to the shower stop. you were in nothing but a robe, the scent of your strawberry shampoo filling up his senses. “what am i doing?” he repeated your question, getting up as he placed your phone back on your nightstand.

“yeah.. did i get a text message or something?” your heart started pounding in your ears as you watched rafe’s eyes grow dark. “no. no text message. ‘was just looking through your filthy tumblr account.” you blinked, chest rising and falling as your blood ran cold. “oh?” you backed away with each step rafe took until you were finally blocked by your wall. “mhmm, turns out my sweet little girlfriend wants to be treated like a whore in bed.”

you swallowed thickly, a gasp leaving your lips when rafe’s hand wrapped around your throat. “wanna be roughed up?” he laughed, dragging you over to your bed before ripping the robe off of your body. “i’ll fuckin’ rough you up.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

pillow princess

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only, male receiving oral, riding, unprotected sex, p in v sex, rafe calls reader kiddo/kid

“rafey.” you whine, stepping into all the chairs circled around, filled with topper, kelce and some other guys you recognize as rafes friends.

“what is it baby?” he questions, giving you his full attention despite all the boys sitting around. he doesn’t care that they see him being affectionate with you. its not like his manliness is in question.

“i miss you.” you complain. you were bored sitting upstairs in your bed all alone. you knew it was boys night. first they watched a game, then sat around and talked and drank, but you wanted your boyfriend, feeling extra clingy today.

“aww, come here kiddo.” rafe leans back, opening up his arms, letting you slot yourself onto his knee. you immediately lean your head against his shoulder, snuggling your body into his.

rafe holds you tight to him, fingers drumming against your thigh as the conversation immediately starts up again. you only pay half attention to it, most being about the game they just watched, or their max bench, whatever boy stuff they usually spend the time chatting about.

your ears perk up when the conversation changes to girlfriend and sex. “man, my girl rides me like a fucking jackrabbit.” one guy laughs, making your nose scrunch up.

the rest chime in, except for rafe. you're not sure if it's just because you're there or if he prefers to keep your sex life private.

“alright, boys.” rafe says. “better get going, my lady clearly needs me.”

you smile and blush, cheeks flaring. you bury your head in rafes shoulder as he says his goodbyes, his friends filling out the door. rafe makes sure it closes behind them before scooping you up, holding you in his arms, not even questioning if you want to be carried upstairs.

“rafe?” you hum as he sets you down on his bed. “you know i would ride you if you wanted it, right?”

rafe lets out a sudden laugh, confused by your question. “what brought this on baby?”

“just the guys… talking about their girlfriends riding them. i never do that for you.” you shrug. 

rafe shakes his head. “i don't mind that you’re a pillow princess.”

you gasp, pressing a hand to your chest. “i am not a pillow princess!”

rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “you are, but its okay. i like being on top.”

“but-but-” you stammer. “i’m not!” “okay, wanna prove it?” rafe questions, a smirk still playing on his lips, knowing exactly what he's goading you into doing.

“take your clothes off.” you challenge back.

rafe tugs his shirt over his head before pulling at his pants. he undresses quickly, watching as you stand up off the bed to take your tanktop and shorts off. 

rafe climbs onto the bed once he’s stripped, leaning against the headboard with a lazy smile on his face. you blink at his dick, still mostly soft, resting against his thigh. usually rafe will eat you out or finger you and by the time you’re ready to fuck, he’s already hard.

“come on, show you’re not a pillow princess. get me hard.” rafe beckons you over.

you finish taking off your underwear before climbing onto the bed, kneeling between his legs. you reach for his cock, taking it in your hand, starting to stroke it as you watch with fascination as he hardens right under your fingertips.

“gonna suck me off too?” rafe questions.

“maybe.” you hum. you bend down, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, suckingling as your hand continues to stroke most of his length.

you work him until he’s completely hard before letting your mouth sink lower, taking as much as you comfortably can before setting a pace of moving back to just have the tip in your mouth to taking him fully.

“such a good girl.” rafe coos, placing a hand on the back of your head, but he doesn’t force you down, doesn’t help your movements. he lets you take control like you swore you could do.

you reach down between your legs as you suck him off. you’re a little wet, but it’s nothing like when rafe fingers you before sex, so you rub your clit as you flick your tongue over his length, his moans reaching your ears.

you pull off of his cock with a pop, already feeling tired of being in control. you wish rafe would have pushed himself down your throat, showed you just how he liked it, but he just watches you as you climb onto his lap.

you stroke his cock a few more times as you position yourself properly, hovering your cunt over his dick before slowly sinking down, letting out a moan as he fills you up, stretching slightly more than usual without as much prep. 

“it feels different from this angle.” you admit, looking shyly down as you sit on rafes fat cock. you feel it twitch inside you, and you know he’s desperate for you to move from the strained look on his face.

you begin to bounce, placing your hands on his chest. you wish he would grab your waist or your ass, helping you move on his length, but he leaves it up to you as you grind your cunt down.

you already feel your legs beginning to get sore, your muscles not used to this type of motion as you already begin to slow down, ashamed at how fast you are ready to give up, so you try to power through, but to no avail.

“fine.” you give up. “i’m a pillow princess.”

rafe flips you over suddenly, pressing your back into the mattress. “i told you so. should have just listened to me, kid.”

you whine as you wrap your legs around his waist as rafe begins to thrust. “i just like this better.” you don’t want to admit that you got exhausted after a minute of writing, and you really do like rafe on top of you better, his hair falling around his forehead as he looks down at you.

“you’re so pretty baby, i don’t care that i have to do all the work.” rafe says as he pumps into you. “not when your pussy is this tight.”

you grab at rafes shoulders, pulling him down into you so you can press your lips together. rafe grabs your tit with one of his hands, keeping the other around your waist as he kisses you, tongue pushing inside of your mouth as another show of his dominance. 

“gonna cum inside me?” you question.

“of course im gonna baby girl.” rafe says, sealing his promise with a kiss as he begins to move faster, digging deeper into your cunt.

“please.” you whimper, wanting to feel rafe release inside of you. you scratch your fingernails lightly down his back, making him shiver as his cock suddenly pulses, spurts of cum shooting into you.

“oh fuck, baby.” rafe moans as you clench around him, purposely milking him.

rafe collapses to the side of you, slipping out of your cunt, leaving his cum to slide out of your pussy onto the bedsheets.

rafe breathes deeply for a minute while you also try to get your breath back before he turns on his side, kissing your jawline and neck as he brings his hand back towards your pussy, but you shut your legs, squeezing your thighs tightly to deny him.

“but you didn’t cum yet.” rafe says with a pout, feeling like he failed if he can’t get you off too.

“i’m too tired, don’t wanna.” you admit with a shrug, feeling satisfied without the orgasm.

rafe can’t help the small chuckle that leaves his mouth. “you’re too tired from riding me for like two minutes? and you tried to argue that you’re not a pillow princess?” “yeah, whatever.” you roll your eyes. “just cuddle me.”

rafe nods, pulling you in with his big arms, letting you snuggle into his chest. “i love you princess.”

the words warm you, making your cheeks blush, never getting tired of hearing him say those three words as you tip your head up, letting your lips ghost over his. “i love you too.”

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[fum1ku]

hii ur writing is soo good !! can I request for kageyama, tsukishima, and akaashi with an s/o that's insecure of their acne. thankuu

S/O INSECURE ABOUT THEIR ACNE - HQ BOYS

ft. tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, keiji akaashi

TOBIO: it takes him a while to even notice you’re insecure about it. so smart when it comes to volleyball, but so dense when it comes to you.

he found you in your shared bathroom—where you had been for what felt like the last hour. you grimaced as you looked at your face in the mirror, staring at the new breakout on your chin and the other scars scattered throughout your face.

“y/n?” he questioned.

your gaze stayed focused on the mirror and you applied some new acne cream you bought to the breakout. “yeah, tobio?”

too focused on your face, you didn’t notice he never said anything back. and he didn’t say anything for awhile, just stared at you. he only moved once he saw the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes.

“hey, y/n, what’s wrong? talk to me, please.” his hands cupped your face and wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks.

“i just.. i’m tired of my stupid acne. it’s gross and i feel gross and i hate it and i’m just so done,” you sobbed.

“your.. acne?” he questioned.

“yes, tobio, my acne.”

“but you’re beautiful? that doesn’t change anything. having acne..” he paused, trying to find the best way to describe what he truly meant. “it doesn’t change that.”

he maybe have been dense, but he cared. and he always meant well.

KEI: even if he didn’t always express it, he really did love you—regardless of your insecurities. but he was attentive and he knew you better than you knew yourself.

“c’mon, kei, sit still! you’re making it drip everywhere!” you laughed. you were applying a face mask to your boyfriend’s face, matching yourself.

“this is disgusting, y/n. what was the point of this? to get rid of your acne? not worth it, dumbass.”

you kept quiet, still applying the remaining bit of the peel-off mask to his face.

“hey,” he started, turning your face to look at his. “it’s not that big of a deal, y’know? everyone has it at some point. just forget about it, okay?”

“okay,” you giggled, using your fingertips to scoop up the bit of the face mask that dripped down his cheek.

sure, from an outside perspective what he said wasn’t that comforting. but, to you, those words coming from kei meant the world.

KEIJI: he never openly acknowledged the fact that you were insecure about it. you both silently sat with the fact—knowing but never mentioning.

but, really, he was the best. he’d always agree to participate in any form of skincare you were onto this week or the next. he’d always distract you any time you were feeling a little insecure that day about your acne. and he always made sure you knew how much he loved you and how pretty he thought you were and how you were the only person you could ever want.

and even if to you that insecurity meant everything, to him it meant nothing because you were his and that’s all that ever mattered.

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[kelcemenow]

Cut Off.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1444

Warnings It's an angsty one!

I'm back with some requests!! So I must apologise to the Anon who sent this in as it was quite a while ago now! I hope it's what you were looking for! "Can you something angsty maybe an ex of Travis keeps texting him and reader finds out he’s been hiding it"

"Do you want dinner?"

"Hmmm?"

You rolled your eyes and turned your head to face Travis, who was staring at his phone. "I said, do you want dinner? I could cook those steaks that I got? Or do you want to order some takeout?"

Travis' eyes were hazy, his gaze fixated on the screen.

"Travis?!"

He blinked a few times before looking back to you, his eyebrows furrowed.

"What is the matter with you? The lights are on but there sure as hell ain't anyone home." You shook your head and lifted yourself from the couch.

As you circled around to the back of sofa, your fingertips trailed Travis' shoulders and you pressed a gentle kiss onto the top of his head. He quickly locked his cell phone and placed it onto the armrest of the sofa, shifting his body weight.

Walking away into the kitchen, you cast your mind back to the few times you had noticed that Travis had been distant, his focus seeming elsewhere. You had a transparent and honest relationship, and while you had only been dating for 7 months, things were moving at a good and steady pace. Recently however, Travis was visibly uncomfortable, almost nervous. You questioned whether something was troubling him at work, but after a casual conversation with Brittney, she reassured you that the team were in the best place they had been in years. A double Super Bowl win had solidified the Kansas City Chiefs as one of the strongest teams in the league, with Travis consistently noted for his skill and talent on the field.

You absent mindedly prepared dinner for the pair of you, your head filled with possible reasons for Travis' change in disposition. As you carefully sliced the potatoes, you felt his arms coil around your waist.

"I'm sorry, babygirl." He laid his lips on your right cheek, "I just feel so tired today."

You smiled, "Well, maybe after dinner, we could go upstairs and have an early night?"

He tightened his grip and hummed in your ear, "Sounds good to me. Need any help here?"

"Oh sure! Could you wash those arugula leaves for me, please?"

You felt a vibration against your leg, his cell phone tucked away in the pocket of his sweatpants. Travis stepped away from you to retrieve it and when you glanced over your shoulder, his expression changed as he read the message on the screen.

"Hold that thought, I'll be back."

You watched as he disappeared through the large archway separating the kitchen from the lounge, his thumbs responding at an impressive pace. Your heart sank yet again, and you threw the peeled potato down onto the kitchen countertop, frustration building inside of you. Pacing the kitchen floor, your bare feet pressed into the cool tiles as you reached for the bottle of red wine that you had earmarked for dinner and poured yourself a glass, feeling the sharp liquid flow down your throat.

Your eyes drifted to the refrigerator a few yards ahead of you and a polaroid photograph caught your attention. Placing your wine glass onto the counter, you stepped forward and took a hold of the photograph. It was you and Travis, only a few weeks into your relationship at your cousin's BBQ. It was a beautiful day and you spent it all in her vast garden, soaking up the sun and spending time with your family. Your family loved Travis and when your niece ran towards you with the new polaroid camera she had gotten, Travis scooped you up in his arms and posed for a photograph. The corners of your mouth curved up into a smile as you remembered that day; Travis chatting to your whole family, playing with the children and dancing with your Grandma.

You felt a short stabbing feeling in your chest and you heard Travis' voice in the other room. It was muffled and difficult to understand.

You hesitated for a moment, knowing that you should respect his privacy but your disheartened thoughts overcame you and you made your way closer to the door.

"This needs to stop...we can't keep doing this."

You heart sank. Who was he speaking to?

"I know you do. I know."

What did he know?

You heard footsteps on the other side of the door and quickly drifted back to the kitchen, gripping onto the countertop in front of your abandoned potatoes.

"Alright, let's show this arugula who's boss!" Travis exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

The heat in your chest rose and before you had the chance to stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your mouth.

"What is it that you need to stop, Travis?"

He stood rooted to the spot, his eyebrows lowered, "What are you talking about?"

"What were you talking about?"

Travis rolled his eyes and exhaled a quick breath, "Were you listening to my phone call?"

Your hands began to shake, "Don't paint me to be the bad guy here. I know I shouldn't have done that, but you're hiding something Travis and I want to know what it is."

Travis stepped forwards and reached for you, "Baby, listen-"

"And don't spin me some bullshit story because I've had enough. You've been distant, you've been distracted." Your voice was weakening, "Like, I don't know what you want from me...or if you want me at all."

"Will you listen to me?!" Travis bellowed.

His sudden change in volume stunned you. Your eyes widened and you leaned your head back slightly, "Not with that attitude." You shook your head and lifted your hand, your palm facing him. Travis had never raised his voice to you in the entire time you had known him, not just in your relationship, and you felt as if a stranger was now standing in front of you, not your boyfriend.

"I was talking to Aubrey."

Your heart stopped and your eyes almost immediately moistened. As you felt your hands and feet begin to numb, your mouth dropped open but you were unable to make a sound.

"And I didn't say anything because it's not a big deal."

You swallowed hard, "Not a big deal? What part of you talking to your ex is not a big deal."

"She's been contacting me. I've been trying to ignore her." He stepped towards you, his arms outstretched, "I keep blocking her but then she gets a new number and we go through it all over again."

You willed the tears not to fall as you listened to him, his hands pleading for you to understand.

"But I've told her for good. She has to stop, I don't want her. I love you."

Your stomach flipped.

"I'm cutting off all contact, I'm changing my number, I don't want to speak to her ever again and I am so sorry-"

"What did you say?"

Travis' eyes searched your expression, his panicked rant having spiralled and worried that he might have made the situation worse, "I...I don't know. What did I say?"

A lump formed in your throat, "You said you loved me?" You questioned, concerned that he had said it in the heat of the moment.

The corner of Travis' mouth lifted, a timid smile creeping onto his face, "Oh. Yeah."

"You...you love me?"

"Yeah." His smile grew wider.

You whole body began to tingle, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Travis' words had left you speechless.

"It's not how I wanted to say it, but I do. I love you, Y/N."

Your chest subconsciously hitched, a short stuttered breath entering your mouth. The subject of love had never come up in your conversations and although your relationship was still in it's early stages, you had never been more sure of anything in your life.

"I love you too."

Travis' jaw dropped open a little before he rushed to you, his arms enveloping you tightly. He held you closely for a moment before you felt his body begin to shake.

You removed you buried face from his chest to look at his face, "What's up?"

The space under his eyes was wet and his tongue darted out to lick his lips before he spoke, "Nothing, I'm just really happy."

You beamed up at your mountain of a boyfriend that was crumbling in front of you with emotion, your heart swelling and your cheeks aching from grinning. He let go of you, only for a second, before cupping your face gently with his large hands and laying a passionate kiss on your lips. His overjoyed tears fell down onto your cheeks and mixed with your own as you forgot about everything else around you.

It was just you and him.

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I usually don't enjoy writing angsty stuff, mainly because I hate to think of Travis as being an asshole but I loved this one! And I hope you all did too!

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[techs-goggles9902]

Soft!Crosshair and fem!reader please

Maybe with something about his hand tremors?

Why did you wait for me? - Soft!Cross x fem!reader

REQUESTS OPEN FOR ALL LISTED FANDOMS. READ TERMS BEFORE REQUESTING ON MY MASTERLIST

Word count: 767

Warnings: none? Lmk if I missed something

A/N: Hey, I really wanna know who these anons are or if they’re the same person so I can thank you for these requests!!!! Sorry if this feels rushed or anything. I will happily rewrite it next week if requested. I’ve been sick since Sunday and I feel like trash :P

Ever since he came back, he’s been… off. His calloused fingers, his eyes, his voice, all once so familiar, now somewhat foreign.

But he’s your Crosshair, he always comes around. You’re his girl. This is no different. Right? And, he always comes back. It’s only been a few hours since the Marauder landed on Padu’s upper level, your home, at the crack of dawn. You were roused by that familiar chime on your comlink.

What the hell, Hunter, you thought when you woke. Couldn’t he wait a few more hours until your alarm went off?

He couldn’t, which you now know.

You met the batch while they were on leave a few years back, fell in love with that tall, lanky sniper of theirs. Once Order 66 happened, Hunter advised you to come with them since Crosshair wasn’t the man you met anymore.

You found Pabu, where you settled down while the boys didn’t. Could you blame them, though?

“Stop staring at me like that, Cross,” you say as you cook him breakfast in your warm kitchen, feeling his gaze dig holes in the back of your head as he sits at the island.

“I’m sorry… I just can’t…” he pauses, swallowing. “I can’t believe you actually waited for me.”

“How could I not? You’re you. No matter what Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum say,” You turn, about to scrape the eggs onto his plate when you see his watery eyes. Those dark irises that usually pierce into people’s souls now desperately gaze into your own.

“I… I did a lot of bad things. Why do you still love me?” He whispers as you slowly put down the pan of eggs. You step around the island to embrace the sniper, his face buried into your sternum.

“Shhh… You didn’t have a choice, back at Tantiss.” His shaky hands lock around the fabric of your shirt. He doesn’t make any sound, just lets the tears stream down his narrow face, catching on his stubble.

“That doesn’t answer my question, love.”

You sigh, cupping his tear stained face in your soft palms. “I loved you during the war, loved you when you left on missions, I loved you when you joined the Empire. This is no different. You’re mine, I’m yours.”

His eyes widen ever so slightly as he gazes up at you, for once.

“How ‘bout we get some food, real food, in you and then we’ll talk?” You softly ask, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Yeah… Yeah, okay.” He nods and you let him go to slide the eggs onto his plate. Watching him eat, you see the muscles working in his jaw as he chews, his temporalis bulging with each bite.

You haven’t seen him since… Kamino. You begged, pleaded for him to join the batch. You remember how he declined and begged for you to join the Empire, they’ll understand, he said.

He finishes eating and you scoop up his plate, turning away to put it in the sink. When you turn around, he’s gone off to your bedroom. You follow, thinking, I bet he hasn’t slept in a while. I mean, really slept.

He stops in the doorway of your room, turning back to you. He quietly asks, “Can I…”

“You don’t need to ask me for anything. What’s mine is yours.”

You sit against your headboard, his head in your lap. Before, you used to card your hands through his silver curls. Now… You make due with caressing his growing follicles, careful of his lumpy, dented scar.

His hands tremble as they lie against your knee. You tap his fingertip.

“Are you scared?” You ask.

“What? No, why?”

“Your hands.”

“Oh… It just came one day.”

“Tell me… What happened?” You tenderly take his shaking hand in your own and you run your fingers over his too-short nails. Hemlock must’ve had them cut so he wouldn’t claw someone’s eyes out.

Poor Cross… Hemlock’s dying for this.

“You remember the shadows?”

“Mmhmm. The clone assassins.”

“He… Hemlock tried to recondition me into one… I was tested…” He doesn’t have to finish his explanation.

You’re quiet for a beat before you say, “I’m sorry, Cross…”

“Don’t be. You couldn’t do anything.”

“You know, a friend of mine has tremors, too. We can try exercises to… help cope, if you’d like,” you say, pressing your thumb pad down onto his knuckles for a gentle massage.

“I’ll give it a shot, love,” Crosshair says, rolling onto his back to look up at you.

“I love you, Crosshair.”

“I love you too, riduur. You’re my girl.”

Riduur = spouse in Mando’a

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Dividers by @ saradika

[sadhours]

Harringrove x reader. ur left sharing a small tent sleeping. boyfriend billy on the right steve the left. your feeling some sexual tension w billy despite you both agreeing not to do anything with ur friends. but he wakes up noticing u staring at his pretty face. He can’t help it-moving even closer to u and kisses you. Eating you up. It’s so sloppy. So intimate and cosy. It’s so loud that Steve wakes up. Once he sees you and billy kissing he moves closer behind you and 😳 double p-

1st billy- then when Steve’s about to insert himself you feel slightly nervous- and you whisper Billy’s name. He brings your head onto his neck praising you to take steve. Once steves inside you and ur comfortable-that’s it. They’re using you for their release. Hard and fast. You hold onto Billy’s muscular form almost crying with how good it feels.

some Harringrove moments- maybe they feel their cocks rubbing against each other at one point ?

Sorry for such the detail I’m not too sure abt it- I’ll let you cook this up or change it - inspired from ur amazing Harringrove smut. I’ve never ever requested Harringrove x reader and some may say I have had my big amount of ideas 🤠

🤤🤤🤤

absolutely, being sandwiched between the two of them is my fckn dream

It’s almost like a cruel joke— the way Steve ended up in the same tent as you and Billy. You’re sure it’s been done on purpose because you’d off-handedly mentioned to Billy that Steve looked good in his Scoops Ahoy! uniform the other day. You and Billy were getting some ice cream after your shifts at the pool ended, Steve and him had become quick friends recently. You weren’t exactly sure how it had happened but they were hanging out suddenly and Steve gave you guys discounts whenever you stopped by to get ice cream. Anyways, you’d both witnessed Steve getting shot down by a group of girls and Billy had laughed, suggesting that it was the dumb uniform to which you shrugged and said he looked cute in it. Immediately afterwards, you looked at him with wide eyes, expecting Billy to be angry but he actually seemed amused— intrigued even.

When Billy invited Steve along to the little camping trip with your guys’ group you were shocked at first but figured, they’re friends now so it wasn’t weird. Until it was time for bed and Steve followed you and Billy into your tiny, two-man tent. But it was totally fine, it wouldn’t be weird because you and Billy discussed not having sex during the trip for the sake of your friends. You were loud, everyone would know and you didn’t want to subject them to that.

Billy’s keeping up his end of the deal, eyes closed and steady breathing. The moonlight peeking into the tent shines beautifully on his face and you’re most definitely staring. He’s so pretty it makes your stomach do flips, you could stare him all day and in fact, when you have the time, you do. You watch his eyes barely move behind his lids, you’re a little impressed by how quickly he can fall asleep. As your eyes rake over the curve of his nose you can’t help but reach your fingertips up to brush against it. Billy’s face squishes up in reaction, his eyes blinking open to meet yours and a lazy smirk spreads across his lips. He turns on his side, facing you completely and copies your earlier movement, brushing his fingertips from the bridge of your nose to its tip. You giggle softly and something shifts in the mood, Billy grabs onto your jaw and leans down to press his lips to yours. The kiss is hungry, Billy grunts softly into it before biting your lower lip and tugging on it. You gasp softly and he takes the opportunity to lick eagerly into your mouth, hand moving from your jaw to your breast and squeezing it through your thin tank top. It’s so sloppy and you try to focus on Billy and not Steve’s back pressed against your own but you panic a little bit, knowing he’s bound to wake up to your and Billy’s sounds.

Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care, shoving his hand down the front of your pajama pants and underwear, cupping your pussy in his hand as he sucks on your tongue. There’s no possible way you can stop the little moans erupting from you, especially when Billy slides his fingers between your folds. Your whole body feels on fire and you can’t deny you’re turned on by the fact that Steve’s so close while Billy fingers you. However, you feel Steve turn over and you freeze, pressing your palm to Billy’s chest to push him back an inch.

“Shh,” your boyfriend smiles at you, “It’s okay, right Harrington?”

You feel Steve’s hand snake over your hip and you feel his breath against your ear, “I don’t mind at all.”

Suddenly, you’re sure they’ve planned this and while you think you should be upset, you’re not. You’re incredibly aroused by it, actually. Billy must feel as much as his fingers slip inside your aching hole with ease and he smirks at you.

“Is this okay?” Steve asks you softly, his hand moving up to cup your breast, “If I join?”

You knit your eyebrows together, wanting to say yes immediately but looking to Billy for reassurance.

“It’s up to you, darlin’,” Billy purrs, lowering his lips against yours.

You gasp as Steve squeezes your tit and Billy curls his fingers inside, “Yes, I want it!”

You feel Steve’s lips curl against your neck just as Billy lets out a soft chuckle before he’s licking back into your mouth. It’s already pretty overstimulating but your body tingles all over when you feel Steve licking and kissing your neck. You moan but it’s stifled by Billy’s tongue while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Billy pulls away, saliva connecting between your lips and he makes a guttural noise as he looks over to where Steve’s sucking bruises into your skin.

He sits up, his fingers still inside you and it’s a team effort between the boys as they awkwardly pull your pajamas and underwear down. Steve grabs a hold of your thigh and pulls your leg over his waist, spreading your legs wide as your boyfriend fingers you relentlessly. Steve’s long fingers find your clit and he rubs circles against it, breathing heavy in your ear.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, eyebrows raising as your chest heaves with your own labored breathing.

Billy bites his lip, watching as his fingers disappear inside your dripping pussy.

“You’re so wet,” Billy comments, voice low, “Thinking about Steve in his uniform?”

Your face flushes, eyes widening at Billy while Steve scoffs beside you, “Got a thing for sailors?”

Billy chuckles, “She’s got a thing for pretty boys. Don’t ya, sweetheart?”

You can’t even answer, you’re not sure any words would come out so instead you nod, hips writhing against the pair of hands on you. The sounds that do come out of you are euphorically induced, uncontrollable. You’ve always been loud, Billy had to keep his hand over your mouth most times. Out here in the forest, he doesn’t seem to care and you’re too blissed out to even think about it. Everything feels too wonderful. Steve’s kissing your jaw and cheek and Billy reaches his free hand up and turns your face to Steve, groaning when Steve licks into your mouth. It’s different kissing Steve but it’s not bad, he’s not as eager as Billy, he’s slower.

Billy sighs softly and you can’t help but open your eyes and look over at him. He’s got his left hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily as he watches you kiss Steve while still thrusting his fingers inside you, but his pace has slowed. It’s fucking hot, seeing Billy so worked up at the sight of you kissing his friend. Steve grinds his hips up and you can feel his erection against the back of your thighs. You feel like you’ve won the fucking lottery or something. Two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen, right here at the same time. You don’t feel so guilty about your crush on Steve anymore.

“Fuck,” Billy exhales, squeezing at the base of his cock. “So hot.”

Steve leans back from the kiss and easily maneuvers you on top of him, your back against his chest. When Billy pulls his fingers out, you stubbornly whine at the loss but Steve’s holding your legs open as Billy positions himself between them. He slaps the head of his cock against your pussy and you moan out, leaning your head back against Steve’s shoulder. Your boyfriend doesn’t tease anymore, prodding his tip against your entrance.

“Pull her legs up, Harrington,” he instructs and Steve obeys, hands smoothing over the backs of your thighs and he holds them up for Billy.

Billy sinks in, groaning lowly as he bottoms out. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation of Billy stretching you out.

“Jesus,” Steve comments, “She’s loud.”

“Yeah,” Billy grunts, “Have to fucking gag her half the time.”

The way they’re talking about you and not to you is surprisingly hot, you kind of like feeling like an object to them. You’re totally happy to let them use you however they please.

“Your dick is thick as hell, though,” Steve muses, “Poor thing probably can’t help herself.”

Billy laughs lowly, rolling his hips which pulls another sound from you and Billy tsks, “Feels good, doll? Am I stretching that tight pussy out?”

“Uh-huh,” you whine and you can feel Steve groan, the sound from his chest vibrates against your back.

“Just you wait,” he says beneath you and your eyes widen up at Billy.

He smirks, licking his tongue against his bottom lip and nods, “Oh, yeah, we’re gonna stretch you out nice and good, baby.”

“Billy…” you whine out, reaching up to grab onto his shoulders while he thrusts his cock deeper.

“You ready?” Billy asks and you look up at him with uncertainty. He pouts, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “I think she needs to be warmed up a little more, Harrington.”

“I can help,” Steve props his knee up so he can keep your thigh held up for Billy while he moves his hand around to rub at your clit again.

“Ah, perfect,” Billy drawls, “She’ll be ready after she cums.”

He pistons his hips quicker as Steve works against your clit, it’s all so intoxicating and you already feel like your floating up to the clouds. You keep your eyes open, watching your boyfriends face intently as he fucks you open. Billy looks almost drunk, glassy eyes with his lips parted and his eyebrows knit together. He’s so beautiful it makes you feel dizzy. The head of his cock pounding against your g-spot helps, along with Steve’s firm fingers playing at your clit. The pressure building up in your stomach is working quicker than ever before, you’re not even sure how that’s possible. Billy’s gotten to know your body well, he can make you cum pretty quickly when he wants to but this is entirely new. You can’t even bring your orgasm along this fast by yourself.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” you blubber, “i’m… oh my fucking god!”

The pair of them double down, Billy thrusts even harder and Steve rubs your clit faster. You see white as your orgasm crashes into you, causing your body to seize and then thrash between the men. You’re screaming, you’re sure of it, your throat feels raw when you come to, panting against Billy’s mouth, you can’t even remember when he put his lips against yours. You blink repeatedly as he pulls away, this almost devious look in his eyes.

“Goddamn,” Steve grunts.

Billy pulls out of you and lays down on his back, grabbing you and pulling you on top of him. He kisses you deeply, smoothing his hands over your ass before he slips his cock back inside of you. You whine, feeling like you might actually cry. He wraps his arms around your middle and keeps kissing you through the whimpers you make. Then you feel Steve’s cock poking against you and your eyes widen again, looking to Billy with panic. He rubs his big hands against the small of your back.

“Billy…” you whisper, voice shaky.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coos, “You can take him too.”

You bite your lip, nodding to your boyfriend as you wait for the stretch of your life. You’re nervous but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t fantasize about this. “Okay,” you breathe, smiling at Billy.

Steve slides in alongside Billy and they both make low, throaty groans and you’re preening at the sounds. It helps the burn, knowing they’re enjoying the feel of their cocks rubbing against each others. You think about the possibilities of this becomes a regular thing with them. You’d really like to kiss the both of them at the same time. You press your forehead against Billy’s shoulder, trying to get adjusted to the feeling of two thick cocks stretching you out.

“Such a good little cock slut,” Billy purrs and Steve’s hips jerk at his words, urging himself deeper inside you which pulls a cry from your chest.

“Fuck, sorry,” Steve apologizes, hands grabbing onto your hips while Billy’s wrap against the back of your neck.

“No… felt good,” you whimper, grabbing onto Billy’s bulging biceps.

They both seem to take that as the go ahead, rolling their hips and your mind goes fuzzy. Their fingers are bruising where each of them holds you, thrusting in sync brutally. The noises they make flood your ears and you might’ve died and gone to heaven. It’s excruciating, how stuffed and satisfying it feels.

“Fuuuuuck,” you moan out, turning your face to catch Billy’s lips in a dazed kiss. Steve’s hand smooths up your back and grabs a fistful of your hair while he thrusts up inside you. He pushes your face down against Billy’s, forcing the kiss deeper.

Billy’s hands move down to your ass and he pulls your cheeks apart, holding you open while the two of them drill into you. It feels almost unreal, but you chase the fact that this is reality, you’ve really got Steve and Billy’s cocks stretching you out.

“Such a good girl,” Billy purrs.

“Mm, doing so well,” Steve supplies just as Billy smacks your ass.

The praise sends you over the moon, your eyes flutter closed. This is beyond your expectations. This is wonderful. This is earth shattering. This is fucking everything and you’re absolutely drunk on it. They’re fucking you raw, so hard and fast and you’re feeling used in the best way possible. You’re hoping and praying this turns into a regular thing.

“Wish you could see her face, Stevie,” Billy growls, “She looks so fucked out.”

Steve kisses against your cheek before pulling your hair to turn your face so he can see it, “Still with us, sweetheart?”

“Unh…” if they thought you were capable of the English language at this point, they’re sorely mistaken. You’re an absolute puddle. Words barely have any meaning, all you know is you’ve never experienced ecstasy like this and you’re fucking loving every second.

They each give a pleased little laugh, both breathless as they try to feign control, like they’re not both so close on the edge. You feel special, so so so deeply special and on top of the fucking world. The sheer stretch of the two of them shoved inside you made your eyes cross, had your whole body shaking, was so irrevocably pleasurable that you weren’t sure you could recover. They’d fuck you dumb, that much was guaranteed. You realize tears are streaming down your face only when Billy’s wiping them away and kissing you softly.

“You’re taking us so well, baby,” he encourages, “you’re doing so good, you’re such a good girl for me.”

“Billy….” You whine out, grateful you remember any words, particularly your boyfriends name. “Billy, billy….” You chant it because it grounds you, keeps you tied to reality.

Their thrusts match in desperation, both making incredibly pretty sounds that make your ears hot. It’s matched by their strong, big hands moving over your body. There’s a pair grabbing onto your tits, they must be Steve’s judging by the angle which means Billy’s are the pair gripping and pulling at your ass. You’re elated, floating practically as they fuck into you relentlessly. It’s brutal, rough in the way you need. Steve pulls you up by your hair, your back flush against his chest and he kisses you deeply. Billy digs his fingers in your hips, eyes scanning up and down your body and then to where you and Steve are sloppily making out. Steve moves his hand down and presses his fingers to your clit.

“Fuck,” you choke out, all the sensations they’re serving you is becoming almost too much. You can’t tell if you want to push them away or pull them closer.

“Baby,” Billy coos, smoothing his hand up over your side, “Sweetheart, you gonna cum for us?”

“Uh-huh…” you whine, “M’so close… feels so good.”

Steve kisses against your ear before whispering, “Come on, babygirl. Give us what we want.”

You’re sent over the edge, your second orgasm ripping through you with a cry and everything goes fuzzy for a few seconds. Then Steve’s pushing you back down, pistons his hips faster while Billy’s rock up to meet his thrusts. Billy captures your lips in a kiss, there’s hands running all over along your body but you can’t tell who’s who. Then Steve makes a strangled groan and you feel his cum filling you up, at least you’re assuming it’s his by the noise he makes. Billy hums against your lips, moving his hips harder into you and then he’s making a similar sound to Steve and you feel more cum filling you up and you whimper, holding onto Billy’s muscular chest for dear life. The feeling of their cum mixing together inside you is unmatched and you make a small whine as they each pull out of you. Steve collapses beside you and you remain clinging to Billy. You fall asleep like that, Billy rubbing soothing circles against your back and whispering softly how good you did and how beautiful you are.

When you wake up, you feel sticky and honestly, dirty. A shower would be greatly appreciated but as you open your eyes you’re reminded that you’ll be in the forest for one more night so a dip in lake is gonna have to do instead. You hear Steve mumbling something incoherent sleepily and feel Billy’s breath against your face and then you realize you’re sandwiched between the two of them, they’re both holding you tightly. It’s a wonderful thing to wake up to. You feel so warm inside.

Billy kisses your cheek and then nudges his nose against yours, “Good morning, darling.”

You hum, “Morning.”

Steve mumbles something again from behind you and tightens his grip on you.

“Can we do that again?” you whisper to Billy, blushing.

He smirks down at you, “What do you think we’re doing tonight, doll?”

[lopsicle]

Catching Up

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Characters: Lee! Blitzø, Ler! Fizz (Can be seen as romantic or platonic, I love BlitzFizz)

Summary: As Blitz and Fizzaroli make up for lost time, Fizz discovers something he didn’t know about his former friend.

Tickletober day 2: Accidental

Warnings: Tickle Fic, innuendos.

Life had never been the same for Blitz and Fizzaroli since their second meeting in the Greed Ring. Sure, they’d reconciled their main issues and managed to air out some of the miscommunication forced onto them in their adolescence, but it had still been a decade and a half since they even just had a regular conversation. It was going to take a lot of work and effort to maintain that friendship, but that was work Blitz was willing to do. He couldn’t lose Fizz a second time.

Sometimes, Blitz would hang out backstage at Ozzie’s, listening to the clown perform his bits to the crowd, hyping him up whenever he had the chance. Sometimes that happened at Mammon’s, but it was rare Blitz would be allowed back there, much less without freaking out about being in the same room as a rockstar he admired from before he was even an adult. Fizz would even pop around to I.M.P sometimes, just his presence there was enough to drive up business so he had a warm welcome.

Though, their favourite thing to do was to just be with each other. It didn’t matter where, they usually preferred privacy but the two were neither careful or shameful, being able to do their business wherever. The pair of scarred imps could go on for hours and hours about whatever came into their mind, it was like they had a years long back log of all the things they wanted to talk about locked up in their brain, but never had the right person to say it too. They were just two sides of the same coin, better together.

One day, the two ended up in the privacy of Blitz’s room, which he (mostly) cleaned up for his guest. They’d both made themselves comfortable, Blitz laying down on his bed, sprawled out with her legs hanging over the edge, and Fizzaroli sitting over on the window sill, switching his face between the lacklustre view of Imp city, and his host.

‘Hey, how much can you feel?’

Fizzaroli’s eyes glanced over back to Blitz at his casual question, tilting his body to face him as he did so.

‘Like, emotionally?’

The clown tilted his head almost unassumingly, to which Blitz threw a nearby pillow at him.

‘Yeah, of course I mean emotionally-of course not, dipshit, of course I meant physically! You know, metal limbs and all,’

He huffed playfully, crossing him arms to which Fizz just chuckled, amused at his frustration.

‘Well, I can feel with my nose just fine! And my insides are…rigged with sensitivity, just ask Ozzie!’

‘I am not asking that feather covered, sparkly whore about how he fucks you.’

Fizz just laughed even harder at that, kicking his legs a little as he hopped off his self made perch, standing closer to Blitz.

‘Ahand, I can new sensors in my fingertips, Ozzy developed them himself to make things more…captivating.’

Blitz rolled his eyes and made a face, maybe a little out of jealousy, but there wasn’t much ill will behind it.

‘So now I can actually feel with them again! You have no idea how much I missed petting animals! And fucking with people, that’s great too!’

He ran his fingertips over Blitz’s still stretched out torso to make his point, to which the imp fucking squealed and curled up in on himself. Fizz tilted his head, sitting by Blitz with the largest shit eating grin on his face.

‘No fuckin’ way your ticklish! How did you hide this from me?!’

He asked excitedly, to which the imp blushed a little, trying to scramble backwards on the bed on his palms but he was quickly scooped up by his friend’s mechanical limbs and pulled closer.

‘Okay, it’s not that big of a deal this I’m ticklish! You don’t have to make such a big deal out of this, you knahaahhahw!’

The demon’s protests were cut off by a couple sharp scratches to his ribs, with a very eager Fizz now positioning himself on Blitz’s hips.

‘Oh, don’t you try and weasel your way out of this one! We’ve got, what, fifteen years of laughter to catch up on, and I’ve never heard you laugh like this!’

As much as Blitz wanted to remain tough and stoic on the outside, it was hard to do that while giggling, much less from your childhood best friend/crush tickling you. He couldn’t deny that the attention felt nice, not in a dirty way, he never expected to really…feel Fizz again due to his body being broken so it was a pleasant surprise. The tickling was just a bonus, though he weakly struggled against Fizz’s body to make it look like he wasn’t enjoying it too much. Though, Fizz saw right through him.

‘Oh, come on now, Blitzy, I’ve seen what your capable of, you could push me off you with ease if you wanted but you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’

Blitz’s blushing situation went from bad to worse as he shook his head from side to side, he’d normally try and hide his enjoyment under some snarky remark but it was hard to think of one while your sides were being squeezed and tickled. So he just resorted to this.

‘Fuhahahahack you!’

‘I’m right, aren’t I?’ Fizz chuckled to himself a little, allowing his nimble, dexterous fingers to skitter all over Blitz’s torso. ‘That’s alright, Blitz, you know I don’t just people, kinky or not, but there is no way I am not being in on this! You don’t know how fun this is me!’

Fizz gushed, pulling his hands away as he looked up at his friend excitedly. While Blitz may have rejected an offer like this from basically anyone a month or two ago, Fizz had softened him up in terms of accepting…anything really from others, plus it was a nice bonus that Fizz seemed to be enjoying it a lot.

‘…would you wanna continue right now then?’

‘Oh, with pleasure!’

[kay101kim]

Winter Days

request <3

warning(s): none

pair: robert chase x gn!reader

one shot or hc: one shot

note: this is before he gets with cameron bc i imagined him with long hair and i think its cute<3 please enjoy! hopefully its not too short hehe

word count: 550

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The cold hit you directly on the nose, it almost felt like you could see yourself turn slightly red. And yet Chase was smiling like an idiot at you, grabbing your hand and leading to an open field close by. There were other people too, but most were kids with their parents and not grown adults like yourselves having fun. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle when you saw Chase reach down for a ball of snow.

“Need some help kid?” You teased at him before jumping onto his back and giving him a bear hug. There was a slight noise he made, but nonetheless seeing you happy and laughing was all he could ask for.

Chase eventually forgot about the snowball and instead suggested creating a snow angel. He covered your head with a hoodie and sat down on the soft snow, cold on his fingertips. You giggled when he visibled shivered at the touch, but so did you. The two of you made snow angels and stood up to see the results, teasing each other about the ‘mistakes’ you had made like not big enough wings or some other silly thing. When the snow day was coming to an end, most of the kids and parents had gone home, and while you were tired, there was something left to do.

Quietly, even while the snow was soft and mushy under your feet, you rolled some snow into a ball. Chase was quietly checking something on his phone and luckily you were quick enough to hit him dead center on the back. He turned around, very slowly for dramatic effect and without even blinking had scooped a snowball himself. You nearly missed his precise throw before going for cover at the playground, behind trees. He did the same, scooping one snowball after another. At times giving away your location because of each other’s snickering and teasing.

“Come on! You know I’ll win anyways~” Chase would say tauntingly, with an obvious smile in the tone of his voice. All you could do is scoff, come out of hiding and toss a snowball that likely hit your desired target. By the end of the fight, you were both soaking wet that it was surely settling into a cold, but at least the two of you would be sick together.

Chase said it was a tie, but you had obviously won by the time he was sniffling first on the field. You smiled, somewhat guilty and finally decided to go home, get cozy.

At home, there was surely someone getting sick (Chase), so some hot chocolate was made or maybe tea if preferred to warm the body. All wrapped in blankets, Chase cuddled with you while swaddled. The sweet and content sighs made for a perfect night before you set a kiss on his forehead, falling asleep to the crackling of the fire that night.

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

I'm so obsessed 'SbITILYP' it makes my day whenever it updates! I wonder when Hiccup will be able to get his hands on some roses, especially the protagonist's reaction to receiving flowers?

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 26

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,983

Berk is a whole new place and you just might have opened up a whole new door for yourself. It’s probably a good one.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, Reader’s POV, Hiccup’s POV, unedited

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You kept your eyes glued to the ground.

The leaves of a plant that were scattered across the floor were somewhat recognizable, though you couldn’t place where you’d seen them before. 

Today, though, there seemed to be an excess of them littering the paths around Berk.

You followed a beige dirt path up from the fields, staring at the ground as you carried up a short woven basket full of wheat. It was your day’s payment, the farmer having felt very generous with his store of things.

You didn’t really have a kitchen area, but you weren’t going to refuse a gift. Maybe you could trade with Mrs. Ingerman for something later. It was worth a try.

It had been a while since you’d been into town, having skirted around it for the majority of the day. It’d been a while since you’d seen anyone important, much less Hiccup, and the more time elapsed, the more you avoided, the more antsy you got.

It was noon, and you could feel the sun through your sleeves, a warm thing that made you want to melt into a puddle, like a cat. A nap would be very nice.

It was much quieter than it had been in a while. Things in town had been busy since the Outcasts had been taken into custody. Mildew had been arrested and subsequently exiled and the Outcasts, Alive the Treacherous especially, had been awaiting trial, locked away in the dripping, jailed caves under the Great Hall.

Things had also been very, very quiet and very, very intense. The air was stiff with tension and just about ten times the number of words left unsaid. It was a world of difference compared to the quick gossipy phrases usually exchanged in town.

There was something going on today, though you didn’t care, ready to enjoy some you-time by the cliffs by the coast doing simple jobs and laying in the grass.

Did that have anything to do with the leaves?

You perked up at the call of your name as dirt became wood plank, glancing back towards the fields but not lingering long enough to make out many details. 

You could tell easily, though, that it was Hiccup.

His voice, nasally though it was, set your heart beating like a whole stampede of bulls was pounding dust and you were just about to get trampled encierro style.

“Can I walk with you?” He asked.

You paid only vague attention to his voice in an effort to keep calm, a line of sweat running down your face and hitting the dirt.

There was a strained quality to it; it sounded like he was trying to keep normal. It wasn’t strained in a way that made you believe he was upset so you didn’t worry, more as if he was holding his breath, though for what you had no idea.

Was this how he felt?

“Maybe… Keep looking?” Hiccup hedged, “I’ll follow the path with you, so you dont trip.”

You nodded.

You walked into town like that, eyes on your feet.

The ground turned to wood turned to dirt a few times, your boots tapping and padding against both.

You picked up a leaf once or twice and kept them flat in your palm.

You adjusted your basket twice, though at Hiccup’s insistence, you kept your eyes focused on the ground.

Until you spotted something.. Out of the ordinary.

Something bright red, saturated as the most visible shade of blood drifted down onto the path. It was round, though slightly light at one of the edges, which came to an almost blunt point.

You squinted down at it, bending further with fingers outstretched.

Your fingertips brushed against dirt as you scooped it up, before taking a step as if you were going to keep walking, and then stopping again.

The flesh of it was soft, with what felt like a film on top that was almost like satin, though the flex and feel of it was much different. It felt as if it might split under your nail if you pressed into it, which you nearly did, holding it between the crook of your pointer finger and your thumb.

It was… A petal.

“So…” Hiccup started, coming to a slow stop beside you, “Notice anything different?”

You turned up and looked at him, the sun was inviting and cozy on your cheeks as you pulled them out of your own shadow.

And then you started.

And you dropped your basket, its bottom landing against the ground with hardly a pat.

What you focused on wasn’t Hiccup himself, but more what was behind him. Something you’d missed as you’d walked with your eyes focused on your feet like you were Sherlock Holmes, which you felt funny about now.

It was flowers. 

Roses. Everywhere. 

…Mostly. 

“What…” You said, for the first time.

There were some other species planted throughout donned in multiple different colors, planted alongside houses in various states of bloom, some with thin pipes made of wood connecting to a larger, thicker one, lifted over the lot.

Some in blues and small, wild whites were hanging from planters above, both shelves nailed into the sides of huts and sturdy metal pots with holes in the bottom hanging by tightly woven and painted rope with small strings dangling from the sides.

You could tell that quite a few plants had been the kind repotted from fields and nooks out in the forest, herbs and farm foods planted closer to huts and lined by stones for the sake of convenience, and suddenly a whole lot of things made sense. 

Nearly magenta pink thistle with its spiky green body, hanging purple bluebells, and pink lavender-esque, black spot dotted heather -even one pink Foxglove plant with its many hanging lantern-like flowers sectioned away from the rest in a small metal cage- peeking out from around corners and around huts.

The rose bushes lay large and mostly flowering in large planters, fenced-off using small pikes, fallen leaves and petals bleeding into the space all around, marking your path from the fields all the way to the places in the clearing they’d been planted. 

Up on the hill, you could just barely make out a small rose bush planted just by the pen up by the Chief’s hut.

You had to turn wildly, tracing them back with your eyes, “What…?”

You said it again.

Pale, dry dirt still made up the majority of the clearing, yet leaves and bushes lined the sides of buildings, spilling over upturned, dark earth which dotted the open space, marking boot and dragon tracks across. 

Small carvings of Vikings like gnomes were dotted around the place, arranged in a way that seemed more respectful and worshipful of their depictions than fanciful.

Off in a corner, a small stone fountain in multiple layers, with a little sign which, after many recent, sleepless nights thinking about boys with brown hair and green eyes and stupid freckles and large teeth, you were certain said ‘prototype.’

Vines grew from some thin wood rods to match the metal rods sticking out from the dirt standing, taller than most of the houses, which seemed to be a lot like lightning rods.

“It was a volunteer project,” Hiccup interjected quickly at your silence. 

In your periphery, you could see him step forwards slightly. Jerkily. 

His hands were close together, closer to his torso than away.

“This is…” You started. But you didn’t have the words to express just how you felt. Not yet, when you hadn’t even finished processing the life in front of you.

You inhaled deeply, so quickly your lungs hadn’t time to work it or for you to really feel satisfied by it as you turned yourself bodily, ogling the sight. 

His Dad, the Chief, and the Riders, the Twins egging each other on with dirt gloves, Astrid standing still and attentive as if to involve herself somehow in the conversation the Chief was having with Spitelout, both Chiefly hands pushing back red hair and resting against a mighty back.

Some serious talk about the Outcasts, it looked like, from the way Spitelout was shouting. It seemed that even during the good times, the Chief stayed alert and Spitelout stayed on edge, but there was a softer quality to it here, one that said ‘of course’ and made it seem more funny and fitting than worrying.

“Hey!” You heard the small Larson kid shout as he chased after a girl with bright blue ribbons in her straw-colored hair which held two thick braids together. 

Your attention was briefly drawn towards the indignant shout.

It was then that the Chief briefly turned his attention towards his son, causing your focus to snap back and forth between him and Hiccup with a loud, “Hiccup!”

Hiccup shook him off with his head, despite the fact that you were sure he’d approach, but the look on his face seemed to beg you to keep taking in everything. 

There were dragons lounging on the treetops, all of the Riders’ dragons plus Thornado, off in the far distance, napping on a roof, yellow, which had been covered in soft, grassy plants and clovers, a viking below shouting up at him with a shaking fist.

Stormfly was bobbing her head like a chicken, sitting at the head of a mounted head, which tipped and cracked dangerously under her weight. 

Barf and Belch were off causing chaos, wiggling their heads over a crown of kids while Meatlug was being pampered with fish from a shaded barred and scratched by her rider.

Everyone seemed surprisingly not displeased by the change. 

You could tell who’d helped with the planting by the dirt caked onto their hands and under their nails and by how close they were to the various shovels and buckets piled along the clearing.

Some Vikings had ripped sleeves, others were sweating, arms over their heads to block out the sun, trousers rolled up and helmets displaced off to the side in the shade by huts and under benches. 

Even Mrs. Thorston had come down at one point, harping at other various Vikings and sending googly eyes and comments the Chief either didn’t hear or pretended not to towards his back

You weren’t sure how you missed the sound of chatter, deep and thick all around you.

The two blonde ladies who’d roped you into beadmaking before stood side-by-side, your laundry partner standing tall with crossed arms, gloves dirtied from digging, staining the crooks of her elbows.

She was sewing, needle held over a worn, dirty smock, a dark brown dress and boots packed underneath.

She nudged your laundry partner in the shoulder, pointing towards you with the hand holding her needlepoint.

You even caught a glimpse of the brown-haired fisherman keeping to the more empty alleys and shaded sides of the village clearing, looking as if he’d kind of enjoyed the festivities but also very overwhelmed.

You knew Vikings easily took in the down time given before the storm hit. It was human nature, and with the time to work off restless energy, it seemed a taut line had been released, the air filled with laughter and the bustling, joyful and indignant arguments of children.

The flowers mixed with the paints on the huts and the traditional wood-carved builds on Berk’s homes, which had in fact only grown more complicated since the fall of the Red Death, Berk looked absolutely beautiful. Like everyone here had been born into some sort of eternal festival, and you had just been transported into it; a human in a world made by people who existed beyond reality.

“How did you-... You convinced them to do all of this?” The ‘for me,’ went unsaid. You were too scared to say it, afraid that if you did, the illusion might break and this would all turn out to be a pretty lie, and a pretty lie it was.

You slowly looked back to him, your waist carrying the bulk of your turn.

Someone had just finished clapping him on the back, having must have had at least some exchange of words while you were turned, sharing congratulations as they passed to a hardy woman with a large pitcher of something probably cool and a few mugs. Was it Gobber? 

You couldn’t tell.

You didn’t know Hiccup was such a landscaper.

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup said, arms behind his back and stance wide as he shifted his weight on his feet, “They loosened up to the idea after I brought up what they’d do to cover the pipes.”

You noticed the dirt on his elbows, the lack of twine on his sleeves and the splashes of yellow and red paint on his cheek that told you that the color on the houses had looked brighter and more plentiful for a reason.

“I, ah,” You said, stepping closer; leaning closer until you stopped just right in front of him. You could have said something about root damage, maybe, or, or… Anything that would have come out coherent in any sort of way. 

But instead, you felt static, and there was nothing to lead you but the fresh feeling in your chest and the prickling in your toes, intense in a dizzying way that nearly threw you off balance.

“You… Planted all this, for me?” You asked, astonished. Against your will, your face began to heat up in a way that must have looked obvious; you felt blotchy and out of place and absolutely light, airy on the inside in a way that brought you both closer to the moment and into the third perspective. 

You were here and with Hiccup. 

Were you going to do it? You weren’t sure where the question had come from, dazed.

He was looking at you with wide eyes as you grabbed his shoulders and leaned closer, closing your own so hard they must have looked like they had been pinched, though you were incredibly aware.

For a moment, it felt like the whole world was watching, paranoia and embarrassment filling your back, each hair on your neck raising in tune with the number of eyes focused on your spine.

You didn’t have to see to know it, though you spotted people stilling and staring in your periphery.

You weren’t sure whether you did or didn't purse your lips though you knew Hiccup was watching, his shoulders stiffening under your hands.

What if you read this all wrong and you were about to embarrass yourself in front of everybody?

…What were you going to do? Were you really going to try and kiss Hiccup for the first time in front of all his friends and family?

Your back and neck felt hot as if you were sweating, heat fluttering and writhing and squirming in your stomach, rising in a quick crescendo though you knew it wouldn’t be until a few moments yet that you’d feel the first bits of moisture against the small of your waist.

It was too much.

You were brought back into yourself with a jump like the cracking of a stick, able to feel every raw edge like a breeze on an exposed nerve or an out-of-place note in sharp.

“I can’t do this!” You squeaked and slapped your hands over your eyes as you quickly turned and ran away, face burning with embarrassment.

“Wait-!” Hiccup stood, dazed for just a moment, watching your cramble away, running sightlessly back onto the path away from the village through the minor crowd that had gathered there. 

He felt slightly robbed, hand extended. It was very, very hot out and his insides burned in a way that, put together, made him feel on fire in a way that was nearly unbearable.

He stepped over a rose, the rose, a nice enough red one he was sure you hadn’t noticed. The petals had been slightly crumpled and ripped as he’d pulled it from his coat, hastily shoved in when he’d seen you walking up to the village from the fields. 

 It had fallen from his hands after his hands had fallen to his sides as you’d stepped closer with-

Hiccup stared intently at where you had run off to, brows furrowed, feeling very determined.

He needed to catch up to you now.

“Woah,” Tuffnut said, voice dragging distantly, standing in awe a few measures behind him, as people began to laugh and gossip, “That was lame.”

It seemed Hiccup was the only one who’d taken it seriously, the other Vikings happy to play and gossip while what seemed like the most pivotal moment of his life happened right in front of them -No, he was not exaggerating.

His prosthetic creaked as he whipped around, calling for his dragon, “Toothless-!”

He ignored the excited murders beginning in the background, heart racing. 

You’d been… very close.

His dragon was there, giving him as much of a look as there was possible for him to give, as if he himself was somewhat embarrassed by the whole event.

Hiccup gave him a look of his own, wordlessly asking his dragon, ‘So what?’

Hiccup didn’t know what he expected from him as Toothless turned and started trotting away, snorting and grawping as he disappeared into a heavily planted alley, just before he jumped up onto one of the many ramps covering Berk lining the rear ends of some of the houses.

“Aw, come on-” Hiccup started before very quickly running after his dragon, like he did way back across rooftops when dragons were nothing to him but bloodthirsty monsters, arms outstretched, nearly tripping as his foot caught on a tuft of grass, “Toothless!”

[gamblersdoll]

sorry my english is bad 😭😭!

Guts breeds nerd while she an ovulating

oh! youre fine babydoll.

breeding kink, p in v, missionary

guts knew that you could get a bit much when it was ovulating time. he remembers how much you just get a little more.. loose, more free and much more needy than anything.

and he loved it, how much you wanted him. because hes never felt wanted in a way.. besides from him.

yet, he loves how much you drain him, hes got years and years of it. just knowing ‘damn.. shes gonna be ovulating soon.’ he might as well call off from work and let both your classes know you may be late or tired.

this time, a whole new ball in the park. him having your knees pressed to behind your head, but your legs dangling on his shoulder as he fucks and drives his cock into what he knows is your precious g-spot. hes all pants, grunts and small groans as you clench and clamp down on him.

this was from one of your little books, huh? the way he had you completely folded up and kissing you so sloppy, splitting and spitting in your mouth sometimes.

“breed me, please!” you moan out, mind and consciousness slipping away from your fingertips and eyes rolling back. come to think of it, the way he was slipping in and out of you so easily, did he already breed you? maybe, but, fuck it.

but something in guts just snaps, life flashing before him and seeing you round with his kin, seeing how he gets his own little family.. a dream he had since he was thirteen. yeah, that fucking early. he wanted to make you a mama from the very beginning.

and he feels like his subconscious is taking control of him, not the other way around.

he doesnt say anything, but you can feel it, especially when he puts his head into your neck and puts his body weight into each thrust that he gave to you.

and it only causes you to get louder, him having to cover your mouth and kiss your neck to try and soothe you. hes stuck in that fantasy, seeing you bring everything up, tests that you took, probably five or six tests to show you were, your belly getting so round, the ultrasound, the changes, the moo moos—

and he growls your name out, stilling inside you and holding you down.

“fuck, no— stay the fuck still.” he growls at you, leaving you both there and slowly slipping himself out. he watches some of his cum ooze out, but he scoops it up with his thumb and slips it back in.

“was that enough for you, nerd whore?” he chuckles it out, pulling you onto his chest and pulling a blanket over you both. you nod, mumbling something that he didnt understand and you pass out.

you were going to kill him.

[lizpaige]

TORCH - all caps 🐱✨

They were at their townhouse in DC for once. Ronan hated it here, but this was technically Adam’s homebase for work and it was situated on the outskirts of the city, buried in foliage, secluded and quiet despite the location. Some might call it magic…

Their bedroom was cast in a warm glow from the sunroof overhead. Ronan had melted into the sheets the night before, the crisp white sheets, the down comforter, the always-fluffy pillows, the bed just enveloped him. He woke early in the morning to Adam’s arms wrapping around his waist, a gentle squeeze, before slipping back into a deep sleep. Ronan always slept better here. 

He woke slowly, paralyzed from whatever he brought back with him from his dream. He didn’t have any worry, his dream had been pleasant, uneventful, warm summer memories replayed from years ago, Adam’s hand holding his, Opal’s hooves stomping around the dirt of the Barns. Still, a part of him would always be vigilant despite that. He felt something soft cupped in his hands. Almost like a cotton puff or ball of yarn. He felt Adam stir beside him, somehow always in sync with his sleep cycle. 

Adam reached over to sling an arm around his waist, bury his head in his shoulder, grumble a “too early” complaint. Then Ronan heard him inhale sharply, his arm must have brushed against whatever he brought back with him. Or maybe Adam could just feel how coiled tight his body was. 

Ronan watched Adam sit up, gentle fingertips skimming up his forearms and prying open his tight grip. His eyes widened and his lips made a small oh shape. Ronan came back to himself abruptly, gasping. 

“What is it?” He sat up, keeping whatever it was close to him, far from Adam. The ball of fluff moved and his hands opened, dropping it into his lap. Adam reached out to scoop it up before Ronan could protest.

“Ronan Lynch,” Adam whispered in awe, holding the creature up to his face. “Did you dream the cutest kitten into existence?” 

Sure enough, the ball of white fuzz had tiny ears poking out, a small pink nose peeking through, and when Adam pressed the fur to his cheek, Ronan caught the widest blue eyes blinking back at him. 

Mrrp, the kitten chirruped, nuzzling at Adam’s cheek. 

Ronan’s cheeks burned. Every dreamt creature was enamored with Adam from the start. 

“I think this is the most telling thing you’ve ever brought back,” Adam teased, easing the kitten from his face and settling them gently in his lap. “And you dreamt up a shit ton of rose petals the first time we-”

“Okay, shut up, smartass,” Ronan interrupted, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. 

“Fluffy kittens are roaming around in those dreams of yours?” Adam continued with a huff of laughter. The kitten was attempting to climb up Adam’s shirt to be held again and Adam obliged. “Big bad Ronan Lynch dreaming of the cutest kittens in the whole world and-”

“Whoa.”

As Adam eased the kitten off the blanket and raised them up, their fur became a mottled gray and then black, their eyes a mustard yellow, their back paws, buried in fur, were tipped white, the pads of their feet were bubblegum pink. 

“Cool party trick,” Ronan praised, reaching out his hands to take the kitten. “Can you be a bit more badass though?” he spoke to the kitten, ignoring Adam’s laughter. “You’re ruining my street cred.”

Seeming to get the message, the kitten jumped out of his grip and tumbled off the bed onto the floor. 

“Ronan!” 

They looked over the side of the bed to see the kitten transform again, this time their fur faded away and was replaced by bright orange and yellow flames. They were a little fireball with a feline face. Features that were once hidden by fur were now hidden by the blur and heat of the flames. Surprisingly, the fire was not spreadable; the kitten did not leave scorch marks on the floor, the rug, or the bedpost as they brushed up against it. The kitten purred happily, wide red eyes looking up at Ronan for approval. 

“Nice.”

The fire went out. Ronan leaned over the bed to scoop up the kitten with a wide grin and held them out to Adam, who was only barely shocked by the shapeshifting elemental creature, but took the now fur-covered kitten back slowly. 

“What’s her name?” Adam asked.

Ronan hummed, laying back against the headrest as he thought. “I think TORCH - all caps.”

[tickle-bugs]

Oooo! Maybe something for RDR2? Lers Sadie and Abigail, lee John? Word: “raspberries?”

Tw for Alcohol 

Sweet Firelight

The firelight whispers to Abigail as it caresses her face, leaving her as warm as the whiskey in her hand. She watches the flames dance and twitch before her before she tips her head to the stars. She shifts on the log she’s sitting on and heaves a deep sigh. 

Another successful job means a camp-wide celebration--just quiet enough to keep up their ruse of innocent workin’ folk, but loud enough for everyone to let off steam in a safe environment. The scraps of dinner lay in a pile not too far from her, slowly wheedling away by the hands of Uncle and Mr. Pearson as they engage in a dreadful game of chess. 

Abby’s eyes track slow over the camp. Tilly, Karen, and Mary have made themselves busy running a fight ring--she can hear them chirping ‘just friendly competition’ even where she is. She smiles and watches Bill put poor Lenny in a headlock.  The distant shouts twist and float around her ears. It’s gotten easier, with time, to embrace foolishness in the face of doom. She’s learned how to unclench her fists, how to breathe in deep without a tightness to her chest. She’s still working on the melancholic ache that hangs heavy from her ribs, but that too will come with time. 

Heavy weight plops onto the log next to her. 

“John.” She smiles, biting back her amusement. He mumbles something at her before getting lost in the twisting light of the campfire. He leans their shoulders together and steals a sip of her drink. He’s adorably rumpled and missing his coat, with dirt streaked up his bare forearms and the visible part of his chest.

“Don’t tell me them boys wore you out.” She chuckles. 

“‘M gettin’ old,” he grumbles. 

“Well, you’ll always be a boy to me,” She coos, knocking back the last bit of whiskey and tossing the empty bottle. It thunks into the glass and rolls to a stop out of the way. 

“That wasn’ a compliment…” John frowns. 

“No it wasn’t.” She pats his knee fondly. He puts his hand over hers, rough with callouses, scars, and a lifetime of hard work. She turns her hands over so their weathered palms can meet. John laces their fingers together. 

“This’s the same boy you fell for, though,” he grins, irritatingly charming despite the stench of liquor on his breath. There’s love etched into the lines and scars on his face. Her muscles sigh with the trees, somber and steady.

“Damn straight.” She pulls him forward by the chin for a kiss. The scratch of stubble is welcome beneath her fingertips. He makes a startled noise as his log tips. Abigail pulls away, but then John’s scooping her up and pulling her into his lap. She leans into him--partly to feel the solid pressure of his warm hand on her lower back, mostly not to topple directly into the fire. 

“Still fallin’ for me, I see.” John waggles his eyebrow, barking out a raspy laugh when Abigail swats him upside the head. 

“I sure hope this dog ain’t botherin’ you, Abby.” Sadie rights the fallen stump beside them and claims it for herself.

“Aw, he ain’t nothin’ but a puppy.” Abigail pinches John’s cheek and his face pops pink. She kisses his blushing cheeks, egged on by the buzz of liquor down her spine and the bashful smile John’s failing to hide behind the downward tip of his hat. 

“Alright, ladies. I’ll, uh, take my leave. ‘Scuse me.” He starts to pick Abigail up so he can stand, but Sadie makes an irritated noise and waves a flippant hand. 

“Sit, Marston. Some quality time won’t kill ya. ‘Sides, I don’t think you wanna get between Arthur and winnin’ that bet.” Sadie jerks a thumb towards the scuffles on the edge of camp, where Arthur and Bill are tussling like stray cats in a back alley. Arthur pins Bill’s face into the dirt, both of them laughing up a storm. 

“I could take him.” John practically pouts. Abby doesn’t bother to hide her laughter. Arthur could and has lifted John like a sack of potatoes. It would hardly be a fight. 

“I could!” He protests, indignant, and she curls forward to snicker into the crook of his neck. Her fingers brush the nape of his neck and he makes a choked noise. She leans back and immediately grips his face, her slightly-swimming gaze boring directly into his soul.

“John Marston, are you injured?” She squeezes tighter. 

“No--”

“You better not be lying to me, or I swear I’ll--” 

“Abby.” He grabs her wrist and pulls her hand away. He refuses to meet her eyes, his face pinker than the liquor should allow. “I promise. Not hurt. Just--”

“No way.” Sadie’s jaw falls slack before her lips twist into a gleeful smile. “It must be my lucky day.” 

“No. No! Adler, stay the hell away from me.” John backs away, hands outstretched. Abby has to catch herself before she falls, and when she goes to chastise him, she sees a depth of apprehension from John that she’s unused to. 

“Am I missin’ somethin’?” Abigail laughs, only a little nervous. Sadie probably wouldn’t kill him. Probably. John and Sadie stare each other down, both twitching and feinting for the other to make a move. The tension folds on itself and builds, jumping high with the embers of the campfire. 

John bolts, but he barely makes it a few steps before Sadie’s clambering on his back and taking him down to the dirt. They both roll around, incoherent expletives and pleas rising from their twisted pile. 

“Sadie, wait!” Abigail runs with surer footing than she would’ve guessed of herself. She tries to pull Sadie off by the waist, but she doesn’t budge--she’s gotten solid in the time she’s been with the gang. 

John’s…laughing. Abigail slackens her grip and peers over Sadie's shoulder. 

“Jesus, Sadie! Made me think I was gonna have to kill you or somethin’.” Abigail heaves a deep sigh of relief and presses her hand to her racing heart. Sadie looks up at her with a cocky grin and a glitter in her eye that makes Abigail’s face burn.

Goddamn it, she’s gotta stop fallin’ for reckless cowboys. 

“Well, if you want…you can most certainly help me.” Sadie purrs, pushing back against John’s attempts to shove her off. John grabs Sadie’s face and she licks his palm. The screech he releases sends the fight ring into a furtive pause on the other side of camp, before laughter picks up at John’s fate.

“Kick his ass, Adler!” Arthur’s raspy voice carries with little effort.

“With pleasure!” Sadie worms a hand under John’s arm and his entire being buckles. He cackles and throws his head back, his hat rolling sadly away into the grass. He lets out a string of garbled noises and tries to flop over on his side, absolutely trembling with the force of his laughter. 

Oh. Oh. Abigail’s smile grows so wide it hurts. 

She drops unceremoniously to the ground and starts gathering John into her arms. She slips her fingers under his vest and fits them to the grooves of his ribs, leaning forward to force him to sit up a bit more. 

“Abby!” He yelps and drums his heels into the dirt. He wrenches his eyes shut and turns away from the sky, as if the stars are to blame for his poor judgment. Personally, Abby wants to thank them for giving her a lapful of giggly cowboy. 

She kisses the back of his neck and almost gets her face crunched in, but she continues her trail around the curve, right where he can’t escape. Her heart blooms with a fondness that terrifies her but she chases the fading dredges of her liquid courage and leans into it. She says ‘I love you’ in prompt squeezes to John’s sides, ones that make him snort and Sadie screech in delight. She murmurs sweet nothings into his neck and the spot just behind his ear, smiling into his skin. His laughter peters into silence before rocketing back into full volume. He kicks his legs and tosses his head, his hair a stringy and unsalvageable mess. 

“Hey Sadie,” Abigail drawls, “Wanna see somethin’ cute?”

“Abby, darlin’, hold on a minute--”

Abigail waits until Sadie’s eye sparkles with interest before dipping her head low, finding the point just before his collarbone. She inhales, relishes in John’s tumbling please, and blows a raspberry into his neck. He squeals and chooses his dignity over escape, burying his head deep into his hands.

“You’re evil.” John pants, but his eyes crinkle with tired joy at the corners. He reaches up and caresses her cheek.

“You love it,” she hums, leaning down to kiss him. He presses up into her, sighing into her mouth. His hands find her waist, awkward at this angle, but still firm and sure.

Abigail’s world inverts and she yelps, scrabbling for purchase. She grabs a fistful of John’s shirt, pulling their bodies nearly flush. She catches the mischievous sparkle in John’s eye far too late. 

“My turn!” He laughs evilly, pressing his thumbs into the softness of her stomach. She screeches and arches back into the dirt, her hair tumbling free of its bun. John dips in and rubs his stubble against her neck and she screams, plunging into desperate giggles that make her chest burn with exertion. She’s not proud of the noises she makes by any stretch, but she is proud of the way Sadie sidles up behind him, silent and deadly, poised for the strike. 

[mtreebeardiles]

Bittersweet Symphonies & Chill 

Post-game one-shot, cuz I HAD to

Explicit sexual content, mind the notes and tags

Full piece over on AO3!

He wasn't sure what woke him up.

A glance at the clock on the bedside table confirmed it hadn't been more than a few hours since he'd gone to bed. Soft light diffused through the window coverings threw the room into sharp relief, muted neon and sharper shadow. The sheets were warm beneath him, cooler off to either side, comforter low on his hips where he must've shoved it off at some point. The hum of the city was faint but ever-present, a pulsing thrum vibrating through the walls, the floor. Comforting, sometimes, certainly better than the echoing quiet of his villa, but tonight he felt strangely on edge. 

As if he needed to remember something.

He sat up slowly, running a hand over his face as sleep-muddled thoughts fought to piece themselves into something coherent. A conversation half-remembered, words escaping him even then, and a hand resting on his shoulder.

"Go back to sleep, Ker. I'll see you in the morning."

V…

Had he been dreaming of V?

Not the unlikeliest case, really. He'd dreamt of him before, on and off since they'd met, and with increasing frequency since they'd formally started a relationship. A lot of them were lust, he knew, but some…

Some were fucking nightmares. 

Receiving the call that V was gone for good. Learning that he'd been killed on some crazy gig. Or maybe he'd made it back, more broken than before, and he'd lose him to the Badlands and the Nomad family that could give him the sort of life he probably deserved. 

Sometimes his body came back, but on the inside…

Kerry shook his head, flopping back against his pillows. The last person he wanted to think about right now was Johnny fuckin' Silverhand. 

Bad influence. Swear to god he better not go out the same fuckin' way.

Then he'd have to find some way to kick two ghostly asses, and he wasn't sure he had those kinds of resources.

He didn't think it was a nightmare this time, though. Definitely not a sex dream. There was something…warmer about it, somehow. Some lingering feeling of reassurance. 

Miss that asshole, he thought with a groan, scrubbing both hands over his face this time. Kerry fuckin' Eurodyne, pining for some Afterlife klepto-punk. 

But V was his Afterlife klepto-punk, and he wanted it to stay that way for the foreseeable future.

A vibration off to his right had him groping blindly for his phone, only for his fingertips to brush against cool, smooth metal instead.

"The fuck?"

He turned, sitting up as his phone went off again, screen pulsing with the light of a notification and outlining the necklace with its macabre amulet resting atop it -- circle pendant, with a bullet suspended in the center. 

The same bullet that had started this whole insane adventure.

Kerry's mouth went dry, and on the other side of the wall the shower kicked on.

"Hey, Ker, I'm back. You awake?"

"V…"

He scrambled to his feet, heart pounding in his chest as he scooped up his phone. Glanced at the screen, taking in the information displayed and nearly falling back onto his ass.

Seven missed calls; ten waiting texts. 

Every single one from the same unlisted number. 

Kerry threw his phone onto the bed and strode over to the en suite. 

[scarletooyoroi]

A Crown of Insight falls before you.

Was this the article that broached his mind with an unknown call?

..Maybe it was wrong to say it was unknown.

Recognition like this to something alien shouldn't be right.

Within these dusted ruins made through divine and human hands, settled by his feet would be the regalia of times long past. Thoma's eyes gleaned across the sheen that looks like silver but distinctly feels beyond. Despite the prowess presented, trial by trial, unnatural and familiar foes alike, nothing couldn't of prepared him for this sliver of familiarity as he reaches down to the crown. "What.. Exactly is this?"

It was a mindless question at its best. His attention was better drawn to scooping up the crown from the earth. Whatever ornate structures that held it long since fell into rubble, in fact, this entire infrastructure feels as if it was beyond the normal perception of worn down. Everything except for this crown that seems to flirt dangerously along the river of centuries. Just allowing his gloved grasp to sweep across its frame drew a curious thought.

This was meant to be worn.

By no means was it a declaration for some established lord of a land.. but something else entirely.

'For all I know, this could simply be a trap.. This particular domain was irrational in every sense of the word. Instead of silver branches, here I find a silver crown..' It annoyed him, to know so little.

However that same annoyance found itself dissolved through an otherworldly presence of this item. Decisions were mulled over, risks vs rewards, and in the end?

A prize was a prize. Fighting tooth and nail for the finish line meant seeing it through.

A momentary companion would be found for his hitai-ate as the crown is settled upon his waves of gold, adjusted promptly to ensure there was no risk of falling. Initially there was no reaction, only the worn silence of this cavern bringing a hollow tune of the winds, only for that sound noise to grow distinct in ways that have never been perceived before. Sight, touch, smell, taste, hearing, soul, all of these senses immediately found themselves elevated beyond any supposed mortal limit for a fleeting moment.

Within this same sphere of time he hadn't even realized he was screaming. As a fierce rush of Pyro infused spirit began to radiate from his figure, the pristine silver of this crown found itself scintillating, spreading glittering rays every which way as his fingertips snapped a firm grip onto his head.

...His head? Heart? What abstract thing was he even trying to prevent here? That thought in itself would immediately find an answer.

Trying to foolhardily clasp at at the stars with a physical medium, no, right now his very soul should be pulling down the heavens into his domain. To let the tethers of Pyro be the force of power that seared this command into Teyvat itself. No longer would it be the brain, but tie heart that begins to greedily devour this culmination, the untold wisdom that managed to persist to this very era as an enlightening brand of strength begin erupt within his body. ..Strength? No, that was the right word for this event.

Thoma recognized he was simply gaining new understanding. Quantity wasn't being achieved, rather, he was actively refining his very elemental power to a heightened purity as the hands of the deceased guided him, allowing for their triumphs and sorrows alike to form the very path to a new height.

Understand human potential.

Understand your natural right to your very stars.

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Hello, I have a request. Levi Ackerman x femreader in the canon universe on how Levi would react to reader fainting from over-exhaustion but they're not even dating yet and he's still a bit of a cold Captain towards her. Fluff and angst would be great too. Hope that's okay :)

AN: this was fun to write! Hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Thanks for sending it my way :)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: fainting, heat exhaustion, over dramatic Levi, mentions of death/loss, and grieving.

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Normally, on days like this training would be pushed back into the evening, or held early in the morning. But then again, it was hard to predict the weather, especially during these late summer days. This day was particularly agonizing, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the sun was baring down on the sandy earth. Connie had screwed up the team training exercise, Commander Hange and Captain Levi determined you all deserved punishment. Some bullshit about, "You're a team, you take responsibility for all mistakes as one." Blah blah blah. Now you were running laps as a team, in the scorching sun.

You couldn't say how long you had been running, maybe twenty minutes, or maybe an hour. It all felt the same, your feet were dragging, your arms felt numb, tongue heavy and limp in your mouth. Your vision became clouded with black spots before long, and you knew you were going to pass out. The closest person to you was Connie, you could see his back just in front of you, and you reached out for him, fingertips brushing his sweaty back. Connie turned, you could just make out his annoyed, sweaty face before everything went black.

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Levi watched it all happen, he watched you claw desperately at Connie, watched you fall lifelessly to the dirt. Connie spun around in slow motion, before kneeling down next to you. Hange called the others to her, and they all stopped grateful for the reprieve. Levi rode over on his horse, sliding off the saddle and kneeling next to Connie who was holding your head. Your eyes were closed and Levi felt his gut wrench with guilt. He had regretted the order for the cadets to run shortly after giving it, due to the extreme heat. But he knew that he couldn't take back an order, it would undermine his and Hange's authority.

He nudged Connie back, and the poor kid fell flat on his ass, weak from over exertion. Levi placed the back of his hand against your forehead, it was burning up, with fever or from the heat he wasn't sure. He didn't want to waste anymore time, scooping you up he threw you onto his horse and climbed on, trying his best to prop you up securely. He raced back to base, one hand on the reins and the other wrapped around your abdomen. He carried you into the empty castle, they didn't have a very big unit anymore, since Shiganshina they were short staffed. Hange was the closest thing they had to a medic. And Hange would be busy making sure the kids made it back. So that left him to tend to you, he rushed you to your quarters, pulling back the sheets and plopping you down on your bed.

You were still out cold, sweat pouring off of you and staining the sheets. He began unbuttoning your shirt, trying to lower your body temperature once the shirt was more or less out of the way, he rushed to the kitchen. He found a pitcher of water and grabbed some rags, wetting them with the fresh well water. By the time he made it back to you, Hange and the rest of the kids were back, stumbling through the front doors.

"Hange, in here." Levi called out for her as he rang out the rag, dabbing it against your sweaty forehead. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, with short and labored breaths. Hange came in moments later with her bag of supplies. Levi kneeled by your bedside, his hand still over your head holding the wet cloth.

"She still hasn't woken up yet?" Hange grumbled as she unpacked her things, laying out vials of medicine and cloth bags of herbs.

"Not yet." Levi mumbled, withdrawing the rag to soak once more. Just as he pulled away you let out a low groan from deep in your chest.

"Maybe we spoke too soon." Hange teased, pulling out green tea leaves and placing them in her small mortar and ground them with her pestle. The scent filled the room, almost disguising the scent of sweat.

"Hey, wake up." Levi gently patted the side of your face and you groaned again, eyelids fluttering like you wanted to open them.

"Leave her be." Hange sang, adding some of the water to the herbs to make a paste.

"How is that going to help?" Levi hissed, growing impatient. Levi wasn't known for favoritism, but if he had to pick, you would be his favorite. A good soldier and an even better woman, he hated to see any of his kids hurt, but when you were hurt it made him ignore reason.

"She's fine lover boy, this will just help relax her nerves, promote blood flow. Dribble some of that water in her lips." Hange dismissed him easily, and Levi obeyed her. He grabbed the rag again, gently he pulled your chin down, parting your lips enough for the small droplets to slid down your throat. He watched as your throat bobbed with each desperate swallow. The guilt washed over him when you whimpered, a pitiful sound. Your fingers twitched and Hange was next to him, placing the bowl to your lips. The green sludge slid into your mouth and you gagged, tears slipping down your heated cheeks.

"Don't call me lover boy." Levi growled as he watched you intensely, making sure that you were ok. Or as ok as you could be in this situation that he put you in. He frowned deeply as Hange pushed your jaw shut, forcing you to swallow.

"She'll be ok, just sit here and watch her. She should wake up soon." Hange packed up her bag, leaving a single vial out, placing it on your nightstand.

"Give her this when she does, two drops in her water. Then get her some bread, or crackers." Hange winked at him before slipping out, leaving him alone with you once more. You swallowed again, eyelids fluttering before finally cracking open. You licked your dry lips and sighed.

"Sorry." You rasped out, throat still dry from the heat. Levi reached blindly for your hand and you stared at him through hooded eyes.

"Don't be, my fault." His calloused thumb drew circles over your knuckle and you blinked dumbly. You had greatly admired the captain for some time, he was handsome and a great leader. You would do anything for him, and you knew he would return the favor.

" s'okay, captain I'm fine." You assured him, twisting your hand to hold his, causing his breath to hitch in his throat.

"You're not." Levi's brows knitted together, mouth twisting into his infamous grimace.

"I am I promise, or at least I will be once I get some water." You joked, tilting your head towards the pitcher. It was comical how quickly Levi poured you a glass, adding the medicine that Hange had left.

"Thank you." You smiled as you accepted the glass and took a small sip, face screwing up at the bitter taste.

"Damn four eyes said you needed that." Levi nodded towards the medicine and you laughed.

"She is the doctor now, and the commander." That statement hung in the air like a ghost. Everyone had to pick up the slack after the loss of Shiganshina.

"She is." Levi agreed, taking the empty glass from you. You bit your lip and sat up, grunting with the effort, Levi grabbed your shoulder and practically pushed you back down.

"Stop, just lay there." He couldn't stop picturing Erwin, on the rooftop, in his office. Armin's charred body had set up permanent residence in his head, the scent of burnt flesh tainting his nose. He had to make a choice, he had to save the kid, he couldn't save Erwin. He could save you, he could save Hange. He wanted to save all of you.

"Levi." You had never used his first name, he perked up at the sound of it rolling off of your tongue.

"It's okay I promise, it's alright. I just got too hot." You said it like it wasn't a big deal. But Levi could only see you in the dirt, lifeless and it wasn't hard to imagine you that way on the battlefield.

"I won't put you through it again." Levi promised, taking your hand again, this time he felt a rush of confidence. He lifted your knuckles and pressed them firmly to his lips. Your eyes widened but you didn't pull away.

"I swear, I won't let you get hurt. Not on my watch." His breath fanned over your damp skin, your knuckles busted up from hand to hand combat.

"You can't promise that Levi." Your words weren't malicious, but they were filled with pain and heavy with sadness.

"Don't say that." He growled, his grip tightening on your hand. It would be too easy, too low of a blow to bring up Isabel and Farlan, or Erwin, or Kenny, or Petra. The list goes on and on.

"I chose this life, I know what I signed up for Levi, meeting you was a plus. I'm willing to lay down my-"

"Shut up. Don't even think like that, or I'll have you discharged." Levi snarled, silver eyes dripping with venom.

"You can't do that. That's selfish." You sat up, drawing your hand back and into your body.

"Watch me." Levi stood and you lunged, too fast, black dotted the edge of your vision but you managed to snag his jacket. You hissed in pain, your head splitting with the fast movement. But Levi stood still, his body rigid.

"Wait. Just listen to me." He turned slowly, hair covering his eyes, but you could see the tightness of his lips.

"Sit." He sat.

"I know that you've lost. I have too. I want you to understand that I care about you. I know you care about me too. So you understand what it means, to care about someone like I care about you." You paused, throat closing up if it was the emotions or the dehydration, was as good of a guess as any. Levi reached for the glass and handed it to you, patiently waiting for you to take a sip.

"I'm rambling, but I mean it when I say I would do anything for you, so if you don't want me to do it for you. Then don't do it for me." Your eyes hardened, and Levi felt something crack inside, not break but crack. At first it felt like something important was on it's way to breaking, something that was stored deep inside of him. But he realized quickly that it was more freeing than damning.

"I....understand. I'm sorry." Levi took your hand again, cursing himself for getting so worked up over such a small accident. If he couldn't handle something so trivial, how could he handle you actually seriously injuring yourself?

"It's okay." You meant it, not just something you said to soothe him. Your eyes were soft once more, your scarred hands malleable in his own.

"Please, I'm starving." You laugh and Levi jumps to his feet, eager to shake off the stress that the conversation had instilled.

"Bread, Hange said bread is best." You laugh again, a full bellied laugh that made you throw your head back and gasp for air.

"You're so cute, maybe I should hurt myself more often!" You tease as he stalks to the door, Levi pauses, hand on the knob.

"I won't help you next time. I'll let Connie's smelly ass drag you back here." Levi threatened, but it was empty.

"You wouldn't dare." You smirk, teeth flashing in the fading sun.

"Shut up."