#ruff and ready

[mysticdoodlez]

Quick Cup

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x ofc (fem reader)

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, vaginal fingering, semi-public bathroom shenanigans

A/N: blame @ladyveronikawrites for this she put this quickie (pun intended) in our heads. Also it's not really proofread cuz... well... quickie.

“Nick," you breathe against the seam of his lips.

“Nope, not a sound,” Nicholas groans, popping the “p” quietly.

Nicholas Ruffilo is not one for quickies. He prefers to take his sweet time with you, usually in the privacy of one of your guys’ bedrooms, but today was the exception. With the show in Mexico coming up, and his control freak of a boy best friend, he had barely spent any time with you in the past week. Between his band practice and your job at the bookstore, neither one of you had had the energy to even call one another.

So when Noah had said something about coffee, Nicholas practically jumped at the idea of getting the order. Even though there were, like, a thousand Starbucks on the way, he sped past all of them to go to your bookstore, where there was mid-tier coffee, but there was you.

And wouldn't you know it, You were about to go on break. And when he saw your face light up with excitement when you saw him, every innocent thought and coffee order went out his upstairs brain. He was absolutely going to pick you apart and put you back together again in the employees-only bathroom.

You moaned into his mouth as he slowly traced two fingers over your soaked panties, rubbing up and down your covered folds until he dug the meat of his palm into your clit. You let out a gasp, more of surprise than arousal, but he quickly covered your mouth with his free hand.

“Good girls cum when they are quiet. Do you wanna be a good girl?" he whispers into your ear.

You want to plead, Yes yes please I'll be good Nicky please let me cum, but you nod instead. He smiles and pushes your parties aside, moving your slick up and down your folds before plunging two fingers in right off the bat. You almost break the silence, but you choke down the scream. You nearly vibrate every time his fingers move and curl into you, and your knuckles go white as you grip the sides of the porcelain sink he has you pinned against. But you don't make a sound.

You don't make a sound when he demands you look at him. You don't make a sound when you look into his blue eyes. You don't make a sound when your vision blurs and your eyes roll back into your head as your orgasm crests and crashes. And you don't make a sound as he finger fucks you through your aftershocks.

“Hey pretty girl, there's my good girl" he whispers praise as you come down from your high and open your eyes.

He helps clean you up as best as you two can, because it's, you know, a semi-public bathroom, but he's still the King of Aftercare and wants to keep that reputation.

When you're breathing normally and you only have a few more minutes of your break, he groans and pulls out his phone. “What's wrong?” you ask.

“I forgot everyone's coffee orders,” he says. “They're gonna laugh at me for the rest of the day.”

Indeed,  they do.

[probably-des]

happy 67th anniversary hanna barbera

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ATTENTION EVERYONE

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[ruffeluffe]

Man, I can't wait for arc 3 and see Callum and Rayla's seven babies.

[luckyshinyhunter]

They would be the most ultimate chaotic and possibly toxic friend group to anymore who ever seen!🚗🐟🐸🐬🐕‍🦺

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

war and evil on planet hatred

[probably-des]

from the cartoon network comic special #12

[ladyveronikawrites]

For @mysticdoodlez

YOU'RE ALL MINE

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Female Reader

30 Days of Bad Omens - 'Bumpy'

@signs-of-ill-portent bingo card here

SMUT PROMPT: 150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”

KINK: #4 Primal Play

CW: Primal - predator/prey chase,  POV switching, brief mentions of OFC - from Oranges (because I love a good crossover), fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, hair pulling (m receiving), cum eating. 

This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictitious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//**

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Nicholas' alarm jolts him awake at the ass crack of dawn. He groans when he rolls onto his side and glares at his phone before silencing the alarm. His legs throb when he stands up from the bed and shuffles over to the closet. Rubbing his tired eyes he groans cursing himself for asking Noah to train him to run faster. Now, Nicholas understands the importance of health and fitness.  It's not just for his physical and mental health but God does he hate it. 

He shrugs on a hoodie and sweats and then remembers why he’s putting himself through hell. 

For you.

It’s been six months since you and Nicholas were last together. You moved back to university and he went on tour with his band. His chest tightens at the thought of seeing you again after all this time. He can’t wait to pick your brain about what you’ve learned in college and how the track team is, something he missed out on in his life journey. 

With a huff, he ties his laces and meets Noah outside. The crisp autumn air shocks his lungs as he heaves a breath in time with each labored step. The crunching of leaves and twigs echo as he glares at Noah jogging in front of him then flips him off for his sanity alone. He does have a nice view of Noah’s ass in his tight joggers though. He mentally shakes himself and sprints to catch up. 

Nick is winded when he gets back home. He kicks off his shoes and heads straight to his shower. He can’t help but fantasize about you as the hot water stings against his skin. His shoulders tense as he grabs his hard cock, closing his eyes he thinks about the way you smell after your daily workout, musky and earthy. It drives him wild. He strokes himself faster, a deep moan tumbling from his lips. His hair sticking to his forehead, wet and cold. Stroking up and down he grits his teeth, shutting his eyes,  knuckles white against the tile wall. The coil in his core tightens with his grip. Faster. Faster. Until white stars burst behind his eyelids and his hot cum shoots across the shower as he screams your name, leaving him hunched over and panting. 

__________

The sound of dueling acoustic guitars drifts through the evening sky. The setting sun lights the trees on fire with a deep golden hue. You will never tire of the East Coast autumn and its simple beauty, settling down after a blistering summer. Twigs and leaves crunch against your boots as you make your way to the guys circled around a bonfire in the middle of the woods. 

You got lost getting to the destination thanks to Nicholas’ poor directions which you’ll reem him out for later but until then your nerves are practically vibrating with excitement. You speculate that Folio took charge the entire time while Jolly ‘supervised’.

“You made it!” Jolly spies you first from the bed of Folio’s truck, an arm full of hotdog buns he adjusts to give you a side hug. 

“Barely!” You huff a laugh in his embrace. “You know Ruff is terrible with directions.”

“True, true.” You follow the Swede to the raging fire. Folio is poking the blaze with a long branch while Nick and Noah jam out. 

“Idiots! Look who I found!” Jolly shouts after setting down the food on a small plastic fold-out table.

Your eyes go wide when they spot you, making you freeze in place. The world around you slows as three large tattooed guys pummel you for a group hug. 

“Shit! Who stepped on my foot!?” Your voice breaks. Instantly, the guys step back words of concern and slander floating between them. 

“Shut up, the lot of you,” you grumble while fussing over your hair. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Noah and Folio mutter their greetings and turn back to the fire as Nick pulls you into a big hug. 

“Hey there pumpkin, I love it when you yell at me,” his voice rumbles against your ear. You bask in his warm scent a moment longer until he pulls away. 

“Keep it up and I will.” 

Nicholas flashes you an eager smile before crashing his lips against yours. Hungrily he pries your lips apart with his tongue, tilting your head slightly as you desperately fight for air. He pulls your closer by the hips and he grinds his hard cock against you. Tangling your fingers in his luscious hair you tug slightly. He moans before breaking the filthy kiss. 

“Get in the truck,” he pants as he nods towards Folio’s pickup. Nick catches your confused glance and chuckles as he dangles Folio’s keys. “I swiped them in the hug, now get in.” 

“We are going for a beer run,” he shouts before sliding into the truck not caring for a response from the others. 

_____

The dirt road is bumpy in Folio’s beat-up red pickup truck. The stereo and AC don’t work so the windows remain down. Nicholas’ chest heaves as he grips the steering wheel, his tattooed knuckles turning white. He can’t take the scent of you any longer as your hair whips wild in the wind. 

He slams on the brakes sending the truck sliding to a halt in the middle of the road. After turning off the truck he wordlessly climbs out and opens the back door rummaging for a few things. Your soft voice beside him cuts through the hormonal haze in his small brain but it does not deter him. 

“Put these on.” Nick hands you a few glow sticks and a mini flashlight before closing the door. “Keep these on you. We aren’t far from the main road so you’ll get cell service.”

“Wait, stop,” you say firmly looking straight at him. “What’s going o-” He shushes you with a finger to your lips. 

“The deal, the bet… “ Nick closes the distance between you and leans down to whisper in your ear, “...the fantasy.” The scent of your arousal floods his system as he nips at your neck. Nick inches his lips closer to yours. 

“I’ve been a good boy,” he purrs between kisses on your jaw. “Been training,” he mumbles against your lips as he pushes you against the side of the truck. Nick cages you in with his arms on either side of you. 

“Will you let me make your fantasy a reality?” Nick searches your eyes for any hint of fear or hesitation. Taking a step back he lets you process his request. 

“I have a few questions,” you state pushing yourself off the truck. “First, you mean the fantasy Anna told me about in one of her books?” Nick nods as he spies the flush on your cheeks. “The one I accidentally told you about?” Your voice squeaks as you cast your gaze on the dirt road. 

“What if I want to stop?” Mustering the courage, you finally look back up at Nick. His gaze is soft and his small smile is reassuring. 

“Then just say stop.” Nick watches every mico-expression and movement to verify your non-verbal consent. “Anything else?” 

Nick shoves his hands in his pockets as he watches you fasten the glow sticks to your wrists and attach the flashlight to your belt loop. This isn’t a no. He smirks confidently when your eyes meet. 

“One more thing.” Your dazzling smile makes Nick’s heart flip and he catches the cock of your eyebrow. “Close your eyes.” 

With a huff, Nick closes his eyes and listens for you. Heartbeats pass in silence until he hears the crunching of gravel and the snapping of twigs. Nick growls low when his eyes jolt open and find you are gone. He turns in the direction of rustling branches. 

“That’s my girl,” he mutters to himself beaming with pride, ready to catch his prey. 

Nicholas inhales deeply as he binds his wrists with glow sticks, your saccharine scent swirls in his lungs going straight to his dick. His chest tightens as his heartbeat skyrockets pumping hot adrenaline through his veins. He stretches his body long and ties his hair up in a bun before taking off in a steady jog into the woods. Birds caw and take flight nearby, he takes note of their direction. 

Nicholas picks up his speed, careful of the fallen branches in his path grateful for the denim and flannel protecting his limbs. His chest heaves in rhythm with his footsteps, sweat starting to form on his forehead. The forest around him is dense with tall trees, their leaves turning various shades of red and orange. Ducking around a fallen tree, Nick slows to scan the trees again and then sees it. The glow of your neon pink glow stick right by a small clearing at the edge of the tree line. Sprinting to close the distance, he silently thanks Noah for the brutal and annoying, but helpful training. 

“There you are,” Nick whispers to himself crouching low behind a bush, his eyes fixed on you walking around a tree he assumes you will try to climb. 

A part of him wants to see you try but that other part- the part that takes control more times than he’d care to admit, his screaming louder. Nick waits a heartbeat longer then pounces, grabbing you by the waist he pulls you against the trunk of the tree. Your shrill fills his ears and it only pushes him further, deeper into wanting you… needing you. Quickly he cages you in with his arms and feet on either side of you. 

“Scream all you want no one is going to hear,” Nick whispers lowly into the crook of your neck inhaling your essence of fear and arousal. 

Your pussy clenches around nothing as he breathes you in. This, this is what you wanted right? To be chased, to be wanted… needed. You fist your hands at your side as he nips at your earlobe, your head rolls against the bark of the tree as a moan slips from your lips. 

When he pulls away you look up at him through hooded eyes, his pupils are blown wide with lust. “I need you so bad,” Nick growls lowly, crouching below you to untie your chucks. He gently pulls off your shoes leaving your socks to keep you moderately warm. He rises to make quick work of your belt and button of your jeans. Impatiently, you shoo away his hands to finish the job kicking your jeans off as he does the same although he just has to slide his jeans and boxers down. 

Lucky bastard. Initially, embarrassment bubbles in your stomach because you forgot to shave your legs. You’ve been in jeans for the last few days and didn’t think much of it. But Nick could give a flying fuck he hoists you up, legs wrapped around his waist. He closes the distance and his dick twitches against your covered core. 

“You aren’t going to need those.” 

Nick shifts to tear away your panties in one shift motion. Your mouth pops open as the fabric slips away, but the heat on your cheeks and slickness between your thighs give you away immediately. 

The only warning, Nick gives you is a wicked grin when he slides the head of his cock into your wet heat. Digging your heels into his back you arch into him and slip your hands under his flannel to claw at his back. Pain melts into pleasure as he slams into your soaked pussy relentless and feral. Slamming into the sweet spot you aren’t going to last much longer. 

“God, I missed yo-” 

Nick leans down to capture your lips prying your mouth open with his tongue. His breath is hot when he moans into you as leave your mark of crescents on his shoulders before sliding your hands down his back. 

The pressure building in your core has you begging for more. Nick pulls back from you slightly as you tug at his bun pulling his hair free from his tie. His thrusts slow as you tangle your fingers into his wild shoulder-length hair. In and out. In and out his hard cock slides from between your legs until he stills completely. With a throbbing clit and frayed nerves, you tug on his hair hard jerking his head back. 

“Fuckk!” he bites out closing his eyes, Nick relishes the pain. You leave love bites around the tattoo on his neck careful not to touch the art and quick to soothe the pain with your tongue. “Shit babe,” Nick groans, gripping your hips tighter. His eyes are dark when they finally blink open. He returns your smirk with a crooked smile of his own just as he slowly slides out of your perfect pussy. Your whine is cut short when you find yourself being pulled from the tree. 

Nick pulls his flannel off, a stretch of skin on his tummy exposed as he tosses it to the ground doing to same to yours. Your brows furrow as you watch the sun setting behind the trees. Noticing your distracted gaze, he takes his chance and grabs your wrist pulling you to the ground. On your back your chest heaves, lungs filling with the musky sweet smell of the fallen leaves surrounding you. You don’t have time to react when Nick plunges his still-hard cock between your fold. Throat burning when you scream his name as your body starts to tremble. You finally give into the sensation, give into him. 

“You’re all mine,” Nick growls staring intensely into your wide eyes. “Hm…” - “say it” - “I’m all yours.” 

“I-I’m yours,” you whine out as your body tenses the mindblowing orgasm crashing over you. Nick pounds into you faster, his nail digging into your hips as he fucks you through the aftershock. Groaning, Nick finds his release with the sound of your name on his tongue. He thrusts into you deeply one last time as his cock begins to soften. 

“All mine,” he repeats, looking down to watch the mess you made spill out of you. You open your mouth to voice your concern about ruining his shirt, but you bite down hard on your lower lip as Nick buries his head between your thighs licking from entrance to clit. Your back arches and thighs tense as he flicks over the sensitive bud. His lips buzz when he chuckles against your still-slick pussy. 

“You’re ready from another aren’t you?” Nick doesn’t wait for your response as he plunges two fingers into you curving slightly to hit the spot he knows will make you come undone. “Fuck, Nick!” You rut against his face as your fingers grip Nick’s scalp while his fingers and tongue work their magic. 

In no time at all, white speckles burst behind your eyelids as another orgasm rolls through you. 

When your breath steadies, Nick gently pulls you up to your feet. He helps you dress, commenting on the way you stumble on your jelly-like limbs. When you go to grab your flannel from his hands he pulls away swatting your hands. 

“Nope, it’s mine now.” Nick grins wide, the corners of his eyes crinkle as the moonlight lights his face. It’s angelic the way the post fuck glow illuminates his features. “Gotta add it to my collection to remember you by.” You shove him in the chest. “You mean my panty stash you bring on tour with you.” 

You cross your arms and feign a pout. Nick slings an arm around you, folding your long sleeve into his other arm, leading you back to the truck. “You know you like it,” he whispers into your ear. “Now let’s go get that beer.” 

Thank you for reading<3

Hi miss Lady V, can we have Ruffilo x reader, primal play with #150? I don't get to see a lot of my cat boi, and would love to see you write about him. 🥹

🩵💜

you got it, love. primal play chefs kiss💜

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OXP - RUFF RYDER RYDE (FEAT. READY MEADHY)

ALBUM: SWING CONVENTION

RELEASED: MAY 29, 2020

LABEL: NOTHING BUT NET

[xazse]

I don’t know if you’re into it but liiikkkeee cow!hybrid reader x bull!hybrid jjk men or just any one of them! she’s a heifer ready for milking and breeding and the bulls have been reaaaally itching to get their hands on the only cow in the farm. like what if she tried going through the gaps in the fences chasing a butterfly or something and got stuck, left vulnerable to the bulls…. HQHSJWJNE I’m so mentally unwell I NEED FARM SEX

INTRESTED?

Synopsis: Being ignored isn’t something you like so why not disobey your owner altogether?

Notes: Oh wow this… this is true peak I love this. I took a different route with this! I still hope you enjoy it. If you still want me to do a version exactly like yours send me an inbox! No harm done

Pairings: BullHybrid!Toji x BullHybrid!Suguru x CowHybrid!Reader

Warnings: Hybrids + smut + bigboobed!Reader + milking + lactation + fem!reader + shy!VirginReader + implied chubby!reader + squirting + blowjobs + lots of typos sorry! + surprise at the end<34

PT2: HERE

I can imagine farmer!Gojo allowing you free roam of the farm as long as you stay away from the bulls that’s the only thing he takes seriously. He expects such a ditzy thing like you to listen and obey this one simple rule.

Farmer!Gojo has been extremely busy tending to the other animals on the farm that he completely neglects to milk you, even when you come to him whining that your boobs hurt he really can’t offer the time, even if you emphasize how heavy they feel, that you can’t milk them yourself.

In retaliation or at least to get some of the attention off the other animals you start wandering near where the bull!hybrids reside. You can see them but they can’t see you and damn are they big, they look ruff with messy faces that look like Gojo has been putting them to work.

BullHybrid!Toji is the first to spot you peering at them, he alerts BullHybrid!Suguru to check out the little cow seemingly lost.

Toji clicks his tongue to get your attention, you perk up, oh he’s got you now. He quietly ushers you to come closer. Suguru watches on as you do start taking little steps towards them, you look on alert: so Satoru has been spreading lies about them. That just won’t do, you need to come closer so they can clear their name!

You’re only a few big steps away from them, you won’t get any closer than this.

Suguru takes a minute to admire you, he hated Satoru for constantly keeping you locked up in your area, only he himself was allowed to see you. Even when he and Toji practically begged to meet you all answers were instantly met with a no. So getting to see you up close makes him excited.

Toji thinks you’re cute but far too innocent looking, you need to ruined and rebuilt what better man to do that than himself.

“Tits are a little full don’t you think?” Tojis the one who bluntly says that out loud. Suguru hadn’t looked but when he does they really do look full and heavy, it looks almost painful: poor poor thing.

“Want some help with em? I know you do.”

“Cmere, Satoru clearly hasn’t been doing his job too busy messing with the other female hybrids”

You feel a twinge of jealously at that statement but wanting to get back at Satoru outweighs that by a ton, so you step closer and take Suguru’s open hand whilst Toji puts his hand on the small of your back and lead you to their cabin.

You’re not sure who slips off your tank-top all you can feel and think about is big hands running all over your body, much larger and thicker than Satoru’s delicate hands. You do know that Toji is prying your thighs apart and filting himself in between them, those little shorts that leave too much of your pudgy ass and thighs leaking out immediately come off. Suguru takes your hand and has you feel up his cock, you’re damn near frightened at the size of the bull. His eyes look so lusty as they bore into yours, he knows he won’t get to have your cunt today so he’ll settle for your mouth.

Toji takes off your too tight shorts that show off the pudge of your ass and the thickness of your thighs, he takes the panties off as well, a moment of solace passes through as he stares at your glistening cunt, he’s waited far too long for this, too many attempts with Satoru at getting the chance to meet you and way too many no’s.

Toji is the reason you aren’t allowed near them, the day you got here he couldn’t stop staring, the next week he couldn’t stop staring it got to a point where ever cautious Satoru started only allowing you to roam the front, never the back. He prods at your sticky cunt with his tip, nudging your clit that elicits a soft moan out of you.

Everytime he touches your hole it’s already trying to suck him in, you’re a greedy one he can already tell. And he isn’t one to not let you have it, he can acknowledge that you won’t be able to fully take him without hours of prep so he’ll only give you a little past the tip. When he begins pushing inside he already feels how hot and warm you are.

You gasp when you feel him, your needy little body trying to explore that bit of pleasure from the stretch. He spreads your legs further holding them down on either side of you. Suguru taps the tip of his cock on your pretty lips, signaling for you to open them, you obediently listen and begin sucking the pre off.

“Fuck.. just like that..” he groans, his pretty black hair cascades around his body so beautifully, why was Satoru keeping such men away from you?

Suguru grabs a your boob and squeezes it rather hardly, a spurt of milk leaks out enticing him to do it again, a sigh of relief can be heard slipping calmly from you.

In a whiny tone you urge Suguru to keep doing that, it feels really good.

Toji is using all his restraint not to filt himself to be balls deep in your pussy, the creamy feeling of him only being able to push in a certain amount and pull away is driving him crazy, but he isn’t going to stop in fear that this will be over too soon, no they’re going to savor this and savor you.

Toji leans down and takes the other boob not occupied in his mouth, sliding the honeyed taste all over his tastebuds.

“Ah-mnnhh..” you push his head deeper, coaxing him to drink you till your dry. The other bull is making sure you’re paying extra attention to his sensitive slit, making sure you’re lapping up every drop that comes out.

Toji leaning down has his chest sometimes bumping against your little sloppy clit, it pushes you over, a loud yelp rippling through the air as you squirt just a little, that clearly won’t do! They’re sure they can pull even more from you, it seems you’ll be here for a while :(.

BOUNS:

When you come back to the main house with a shirt that isn’t yours, smelling like sweat and sex Satoru is fucking livid. He gave you simple orders to not mess with those bulls and you choose to disobey? He’s also baffled that his sweet girl would do something like that, he thought you were better than that.

“Toru, I had been asking you for over a week to help me!”

Attitude? Raising your voice at him? Who the hell are you and what have you done with his girl?

You move past Satoru and go to your shared bedroom, his breath hitches in his throat when you come out dragging the cover and a pillow and head towards the spare room.

“I-“ he attempts to get a word out before the door is slammed right in his face.

[luvendiary]

stealthy / h. haddock

hiccup haddock iii x reader

request: EEEJDHJS your writing ALWAYS has me giggling and kicking my feet LIKE ACKSJSS MWAH /p I wanted to try and request a HTTYD oneshot on where us and the gang are on a mission and fighting off dragon hunters as usual BUT hiccup finally witness us being a total badass since we never like to team up with anyone and be alone and stuff and he’s like ‘wow, that’s a hot badass woman right there on the spot-‘ and we get hurt in the process but still carry on and hiccup takes care of us after.🤭 You can choose the dragon species if you want! AKDNDJ YOU CAN TAKE YOUR TIME WITH THIS💕

a/n: thank you for your request. i had a lot of fun with this one. let me know if you like it!

It was supposed to be an easy mission. A simple raid. Go in, release the dragons, and get out. But as always, your friends had a knack for a dramatic entrance.

Hiccup had gone first, the rest waiting for his signal to prance out of the shadows. You, hidden in plain sight, watched along with your dragon as a guard seemed to take notice of Hiccup's presence. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out what exactly it was he was seeing amidst the fog. He drew his lantern closer, but there was no need to, as not a moment later Hiccup’s blade ignited, giving his faint outline now more visibility.

“What are you?” the guard asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Hiccup, ever so dramatically, placed his finger near his mouth and shushed the guard. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Apparently, that had been Toothless’s signal to make himself known. A deep growl came from behind the guard, and his bioluminescent scales showed the small man exactly what he was up against.

Before things could get any worse for him, he decided to enact his attack on Hiccup. Forcefully thrusting his spear to him. Your boyfriend managed to evade his maneuver easily and unarmed the man without much effort.

In a panic, the guard threw his lantern at him, making it shatter completely against his suit. Fire consuming the wood beneath his feet and catching on to his suit.

“You dumbass,” you muttered to yourself as you secured your helmet, ready to come in at any given moment.

“He does love a dramatic entrance,” Valka whispered, perched next to you as you both watched him walk theatrically amongst the flames with Toothless by his side. “A demon!” the guard screamed.

Hiccup’s confident demeanor promptly fell as he started hushing the guard. “No, no! I’m not a demon” he whispered frantically. “I’m not a demon”

As he said so, he removed his helmet and the ash-cloth that had been previously covering his mouth and nose. “See! Just a guy!”

The guard did not seem appeased by this and frantically tried to scurry away as Hiccup persecuted him. “Just a guy!” he repeated. “Here to rescue these dragons,” he gestured towards the iron cages all around the ship.

“You walked through fire!” he screamed at him, now sweaty from a mixture of the heat and his nerves.

“Dragon scales!” Hiccup explained reassuringly. “Dragons shed a lot.”

“Oh I know a demon when I see one!” the stubborn man continued to scream as he stumbled backwards.

From your vantage point you saw a large shadow appear from behind him. It took no time to realize that it was Snotlout with a dramatic entrance of his own. Hookfang was completely on fire, as the guard kept on mumbling about how those were not human legs.

“You might want to get in there soon,” Valka chuckled next to you as you adjusted the saddle on your dragon. You hummed in agreement as you heard Snotlout chant about how he made a better entrance before setting himself on fire.

“I knew it!” the guard yelled. “More demons!” as Snotlout ran around in pain, trying to put out the fire eating his suit from behind.

“That’s really just a nitwit,” Hiccup sighed. “Forgot to fireproof his butt-”

“Behold!” another voice came from the darkness. Ruff and Tuff.

“Your worst nightmare!” Tuffnut called out as their two-headed dragon lowered its head, setting them down on the floor of the ship.

“Behold-” Ruffnut echoed.

“Along with his sister who insisted on coming!” he interrupted her.

“That’s my introduction?!” she whined.

Not a moment too soon, Astrid swept in, her dragon’s mouth filled with water as she spit it out all over Snotlout, effectively extinguishing the fire he had been spreading.

“Gross!” the boy cried out as he stared down at himself.

“Too soon guys! You always come in too soon-” Hiccup called out to the twins, interrupted by Fishlegs clumsily tumbling down towards the dack and crash-landing.

“Again with the baby?” Astrid asked as she expertly dismounted Stormfly and joined them.

“Sorry, she’s still getting the hang of her wings,” the chubby boy replied as a baby Gronkle perused around the ship clumsily.

“This is a raid,” Hiccup complained. “Find a sitter.”

Amongst all the chaos, the guard had been promptly forgotten. He hid away in the shadows, trying to go unnoticed. However you wouldn’t allow that. You swept in, your dragon grabbing his head with their claws and slamming it against one of the metal cages.

You heard your name being called, relief evident in Hiccup's voice. “I had him right where I wanted him,” he chuckled as he approached you, whilst contracting his fire blade.

You stretched your back and rolled your neck. “And now he’s right where I wanted him!” you replied cheerily. “Let’s get to work,” you said as you patted his shoulder.

He couldn’t help but to look at you with admiration for a second.

“Okay, we screw that up. But at least no one else knows we’re here,” he said, signaling instructions to the riders on which direction to take.

Just as the words left his mouth, alarms blared through the ship, and from the shadows, more men emerged, weapons drawn.

“Spoke too soon,” you muttered, already reaching for your weapon.

Toothless, right on cue, appeared at Hiccup's side just as he unsheathed his sword.

“Get the dragons out of here!” he ordered and you immediately jumped to action.

You wasted no time and with a running start you planted your staff into a broken railing, using it as a lever to launch yourself into the air. The momentum sent you soaring high above the fight, twisting midair as you aimed for the largest group of hunters.

You came down like thunder. Your staff crashed into the nearest hunter’s head, knocking him out cold before you spun, striking another square in the gut. As they stumbled, you twisted, taking the opportunity to open the cages.

With no time to lose you slid the iron bar containing the dragons, swiftly jumping on to the next cage.

The freed dragons wasted no time. A Monstrous Nightmare burst from its cage in a ball of fire, sending hunters scrambling. A Gronckle barreled forward, knocking the guards aside like ragdolls.

It was a dance-like trance the way you skillfully made your way through the chaos. No change in your expression and every movement perfectly calculated. To Hiccup it would always be wonderful looking at you in that state. It was beautiful and dangerous.

“You can gawk later,” you chimed in, breaking him out of his trance as you forced the blunt end of your staff upon the head of a man who fully intended to beat Hiccup to a pulp.

“You promise?,” he replied with a grin as he stepped over the man’s unconscious body and swung an arm around you while you walked away.

“Duck,” you said. He immediately obeyed as you swung on your staff and kicked a guard who had been sneaking up on you.

“You bitch!” he groaned in pain.

“Hey, apologize to the lady!” Hiccup said as he discarded the used oil cartridge in his sword and put in another one. “Geez, people nowadays,” you mumbled as you opened yet another cage, setting the dragon free.

Just in time, Toothless came down the ship, persecuting a group of hunters. Hiccup cut their path, his sword ablaze.

The terrified men looked for any way out of their current predicament and took a sharp left, walkin in the cage you had just opened. With a swift swing of his tail, Toothless closed it shut.

“Thank you,” Hiccup said as he rubbed the dragon’s snout. “Now go get the rest bud.” Obediently, he jumped up onto the cages and like a cat, disappeared into the shadows.

“I thought this was supposed to be a stealth mission,” you said as you geared up once again, standing next to Hiccup.

“Yeah, they always start that way.”

Just as Hiccup was about to signal the retreat, a hunter lunged from the shadows, aiming straight for you. Reacting quickly, you spun on your heel, staff meeting his weapon with a sharp clang. You knocked him back, but before you could finish him off, Hiccup’s sword swung in from the side, cutting through the air and forcing the hunter to retreat.

“We’ve got all the dragons!” Astrid called over the chaos. “We need to move out!”

“Everyone, back to the sky!” Hiccup commanded, swinging onto Toothless. The gang obeyed, dragons lifting off one by one. You turned to follow, but just as you took a step, something heavy wrapped around your ankle.

A chain.

Before you could react, the hunter yanked hard. Pain shot through your leg as you were ripped from your feet and slammed into the deck. A sickening crack echoed through the air.

Your vision blurred, but you forced yourself up, adrenaline pushing past the pain. The hunter sneered, stepping closer. “Not so tough now, are you?”

You gritted your teeth, shifting your weight despite the searing pain in your foot. Your staff spun in your hands, and with a desperate swing, you aimed for his legs. He stumbled, giving you just enough time to struggle against the chain.

You tried to stand but immediately came tumbling down, as your foot would not allow your whole weight to rest on it. You screamed out in pain, trying to claw your way to the ledge of the ship. Your dragon made its way to you, trying to help you up, but with the thick chain still wrapped around your foot, their wallows and struggles were in vain.

You barely registered your name being called out, followed by a dropping figure from the sky -Hiccup.

“Get out of here!” you screamed as you tried to stand once again. Your breaths came heavy, hands shaking from the pain, but you refused to stay down.

With one final strike, Hiccup sent the hunter sprawling. He rushed to you, eyes wide with panic. “Are you okay?”

You were about to give him a response, but instead, a pained groan came out of your throat.

Without hesitation, Hiccup scooped you up into his arms and leapt onto Toothless. “I’ll take care of her,” he said to your dragon who had refused to leave your side. “Go!”

With hesitant eyes, and after a brief moment, they leaped into the air, joining the rest of the ridders.

As Toothless carried you both home, the wind rushed past, cooling your skin. You groaned, shifting slightly in Hiccup’s arms.

“Are you okay?”

You winced. “Broke my foot. But I’ll live.”

“That hunter was an absolute bastard. I swear, if I see him again—”

Hiccup chuckled. “You mean if you hobble over to him?”

You scowled. “I had it handled.”

“You were on the ground.”

“Temporarily.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “You are something else.”

By the time you reached Berk, the pain had settled in, and Hiccup wasted no time getting you back to his hut. He set you down carefully, grabbing a cloth and some water as he examined your foot.

“You’re terrible at taking it easy,” he muttered, wrapping the injury with careful hands.

You smirked through the discomfort. “You’re terrible at stealth missions.”

He sighed, shaking his head, but there was something fond in his expression. “Just… let me take care of you for once, alright?”

For once, you didn’t argue.

[charliemwrites]

Good morning! This is just a warm up, not canon to the series.

Anyway — bark, woof, awoo

It’s a cool fall day when you nearly die.

Johnny’s run off into the woods barking - not his scary bark but his excited bark. You’re worried that he’s gonna get his teeth in some poor local wildlife and go hurrying after him, boots unlaced.

Of course it’s hopeless to go chasing after a wolf-dog even running at half speed, but you can’t stand the thought of him coming home with a dead bunny or something. So off you go, clomping through the trees, calling for your big dumb fluffy butt to come home.

But it’s not your Johnny that comes trotting out of the trees. No, it’s an even bigger, wolfier looking dog. Creamy white fur, honey gold eyes, and odd black markings around the face like a skull. You instantly know he’s not like your goofball, a little less human-friendly, perhaps more feral. Looks at you like he’s trying to decide if you’d make a decent meal.

Is someone breeding them and just.., letting them out?? Some weird poorly thought out attempt to reintroduce wolves to the UK? The thought makes you frown, praying that you won’t come out here one day to find some poor pups struggling in the wilderness.

For now though, you’ve got yet another gorgeous animal in front of you.

“Well, hello,” you coo, softening and smoothing your voice. His ears tick forward. “Look at you, handsome thing. Have you seen my Johnny boy?”

The dog tilts his head - your first indication that he is familiar with humans, recognizes the tone of a question. You hum.

“Alright big guy, would you like to come with me to find him or are you doing your own thing?”

He doesn’t respond (of course) except to make a little “ruff” noise. You consider him for another moment, then decide he’s not being aggressive and it’s safe to continue your search.

You turn and continue on the path, calling for Johnny. Don’t get far before your new friend sweeps in front of you, blocking the way forward. You make a noise as you stop quick, nearly losing your balance to avoid stepping on his paws.

“Oh you big jerk,” you huff. He instantly starts pushing at you, big shoulders pressing against your stomach as he shoves a big, wet nose into your neck and face, focusing on your mouth. You roll your eyes and gently push his nose away.

“Knock it off,” you grumble, trying not to laugh. “You wolves are so rude. You don’t need to do that to smell me.”

He moves on to your clothes, all the way down to your crotch. You’re ready this time though, taking a big step back and guiding his face up by the chin.

“No.”

He snorts and shakes off, looking almost annoyed.

“Oh, yeah, how dare I not let you sniff my junk?” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “Grow up, you big baby.”

A deep, raspy grumble starts up in his chest. You ignore him, patting at the thick muscle of his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah, you’re a big scary boy,” you joke. “Ya gonna bite me? Show me your big pretty teeth?”

When you reach for his face he takes a step back, ears flicking. Looks almost shellshocked. You finally break, giggling as you croon baby noises at him.

“Oh, poor boy, did I spook you? I’m sorry, baby. No, no you’re very scary. Very intimidating.” You start scooting around him, amused how curves around you almost like he’s afraid you’re going to touch him. “It’s okay, buddy, I just need to find my boy. I’m not out to get you.”

As if on cue, Johnny comes bursting from the trees. He barks when he sees you, then almost comes up short when he realizes the other dog is there.

You become acutely aware that you’re not all too sure how Johnny will respond to another dog - especially one so close to you given his protectiveness. You instantly move between them, calling his attention.

“There you are, Bonnie Johnny! Where have you been?! Naughty boy, you better not have eaten anything fluffy.” His ears go back, a little whine starting up. He ducks his head to let you grab at his muzzle, inspecting him for anything gross. “I do not feel like wrangling you to brush your teeth.”

Luckily, he seems clean. Whatever had him so excited, he must not have caught.

Movement behind you catches your attention, the other dog loping closer. Your eyes bounce between them, watching body language for any aggression or hostility. To your relief, Johnny seems almost excited by this new friend - the other one… well, he seems a bit more subdued, but lets Johnny lick at his chin and bump into his side.

“Okay, ready to head home, baby boy?” you ask, giving Johnny’s collar a gentle tug. “I have to start making dinner.”

He whines, turning those big blue eyes on you and positioning himself behind the other dog. You groan.

“Johnny, really… I don’t know if I can handle two of you. I don’t even think he likes me very much.”

As if to spite you, the other dog sits and leans in, licking at your hand. And damn it, it’s cute.

“Alright, hold on, let’s just see if…”

This time, the other dog lets you touch, feels around his neck for a collar that unsurprisingly isn’t there. You feel around his shoulders too, hoping for that tiny bump that means he has a microchip, but nope.

“If I have a nickel for every time I found a wolf-dog in the woods…” you sigh, turning back for home. “It would be two nickels but it’s weird that it happened twice.”

When you notice both pups stalling, you whistle sharply.

“Come. It’s getting cold.”

Johnny instantly bounds ahead with excitement while your new companion is slightly slower, staying just a bit behind and to the side of you so that you can see him from the corner of your eye.

Back at home, Johnny leads the way inside. The strange dog looks around curiously, sniffs at a few spots. It’s then that you remember Johnny marking the house his first couple days and notice that Mystery Dog is also unaltered.

“Hey.” Both dogs turn to you. You point at the new one sternly. “If you pee on anything in here - anything - I’m dying you pink. By god I’ll do it, there are dog safe hair dyes.”

You get a sneeze for that and he walks away with disinterest, but at least he keeps his leg down. You’ll take it.

Dinner is interesting, no fussing or fighting over food from either of them. When they’re done, you retire to the couch, Johnny happy to follow up until he sees that his new friend isn’t coming as well.

He starts yipping, bouncing, bowing, trying to get the new one to follow. You’re amused up until Johnny nips and the bigger dog growls, showing teeth. You plant yourself instantly between them.

“Hey.” You look the new dog in the eye, get into his space and back him away from Johnny. “No the hell you’re not.”

The new dog stares, eyes locked on yours, ears swiveling. You don’t back down, watching and looking waiting, still bodily between him and Johnny. Until finally his ears go back and he sneezes, laying down.

“Good.” You soften your voice, sigh. “Good boy.”

You offer your hand. Get a sniff and a resigned lick, then scratch at your new boy’s ears.

“You be nice, big boy. Everyone in this house is mine. I take care of everyone.”

His eyes do a weird thing then. You’re not sure how to describe it, combined with the way his head tilts. But you just chalk it up to Weird Dog Things and finally return to the couch, an oddly subdued Johnny clambering up with you.

“You can join us, honey,” you call to the other dog. “You’re welcome up here if you behave.”

He doesn’t take you up on it for awhile. You and Johnny settle in for your usual nightly shows. And then, about an hour later, movement draws your eye. The Mystery Dog, standing at the edge of the couch with his tail down, ears neutral.

Earlier drama forgotten, you smile at him.

“Hi there,” you chirp, “you want up? C’mon, bud. Up.”

He hops up with surprisingly gentleness, picking his way around your limbs and Johnny’s. He ends up crawling over your dog and settling half on top of him, and half on top of you, his chin settled between Johnny’s stupid perky ears. Johnny seems thrilled so you laugh a bit.

“What good boys,” you coo, giving them each a scratch and receiving a kiss in return. “Alright, this isn’t so bad.”

You fall asleep there, already trying to come up with name for your new pup. Maybe Phantom.

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