#((sorry it got kind of long eep))

[foxedthecards]

He'd barely gotten that endearing little nickname out before Jonas's soft lips found his.

They'd traded a few playful kisses here and there in the course of their light-hearted flirt battles. Whatever the cowboy might have personally felt about those casual kisses, each one had been a sweet and surprising little treasure to Jonas, ones that made his heart beat all the faster and got him ever so pleasantly flustered. He definitely felt Butch had always had the upper hand in that department.

And now in this moment, Jonas wanted to give ALL those feelings the cowboy kept stirring up in him right back. With interest.

Jonas's hands found that bandanna around Butch's neck and pulled him lower with rather a surprising urgency as his mouth eagerly explored Butch's. He rocked gently back and forth against the taller man, his eyes closed in bliss. That clever little tongue trailed lightly against Butch's parted teeth, found his tongue and curled sweetly around it, tasting the sweet fiery burn of the remnants of blackberry liqueur and all the complicated flavors that had been in his drink.

He didn't let up at that point either, deepening the kiss as his thumbs massaged over Butch's temples, his fingers curling in his feathery soft hair. He was determined to make DAMN sure that Butch would know that he'd drink his very soul with this kiss if he could. Because no matter what went on later in the evening...Jonas was going to give all of this to Butch and Butch alone.

After what seemed like an eternity, his lips closed gently over Butch's lower lip, giving it the lightest nibble and one last sweet pull as if it were the delicious remnants of ice cream at the bottom of the cup and his own lips were the straw getting every last drop. His mouth reluctantly parted from Butch's then with the softest plp! noise and he exhaled gently before bringing his mouth to Butch's ear.

" Please...please remember that. Ok? No matter what..." he murmured. " I'm sorry I-I....I gotta go I'll be back...wait for me. "

He heard his own voice cracking as he said those words, felt dangerous tears start to sting his eyes. He pulled himself away, walking and then running, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth trying to compose himself as he vanished into the crowd.

He headed for the stairs at the far end of the bar. Up them, down the hall, opening the door... but in the time he'd taken to go from downstairs to upstairs something inexplicably warm had started growing steadily through the sick cold fear that was trying to swallow him. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or something else, but either way he'd started thinking pretty damn hard.

He stepped inside. It was dark except for the karaoke screen lit up waiting for the next song. " C-cooper..." he said hoarsely, looking around trying to find him. Maybe he'd lucked out and Cooper had gotten tired of waiting?

" Cooper, " he said, a little louder. " W-where are you? "

The door slammed shut behind him, the lock clicking into place. " Well if it ain't the Vegas bicycle, " came his growl behind Jonas who startled and spun around.

His entire body had started shivering but nevertheless he clenched his fist and retorted. " I'm...I'm not doin' any shit w-with you...ok? I decided...I'm f-fucking done...I c-came up here t-to tell you that...and-and don't...bring B-Butch into it either..l-leave him alone, ok? "

Cooper sauntered towards him, stepping into the sickly glow from the screen and stopping right in front of him. " Aw. Scared I'm gonna beat up your little boyfriend? "

Jonas's face darkened red and he pressed his lips together as his entire body continued to tremble. " He-he doesn't think of me like that...ok..." he muttered.

" Oh so you're just his fucktoy for the night? Yeah that's about all you are really, you know. Or did you forget? "

Jonas stepped back from Cooper, his eyes averted. " I-I'm leaving...fuck you..." he blurted out, turning on his heel.

Cooper moved so fast it was almost a blur, hand twisting in Jonas's hair as he slammed him backwards into the wall so hard stars burst in the redhead's vision. In that same instant his other hand grabbed Jonas's wrist, fingers digging into his skin painfully.

" Nah. Changed my mind. Think I'll send you back to him in a bit. And he's gonna see the evidence all over you as to who owns your little bitch ass." he chuckled. " Starting with your smart mouth." His teeth sank into Jonas's lower lip and bit down.

Blood sprang up and he muffled Jonas's scream of sudden pain with his own vicious mouth.

" Y-yeah. Guess I am..." Jonas murmured as the next song began playing and Butch sweeps him away in another more fast-paced song.

Now did he mind that other hand playfully drifting down along his back? God no. That teasing hand could go as far down south as it wanted to. His focus however was fixated entirely on those other two hands, clasped together, fingers intertwined. It's really too bad he wasn't looking upwards to see that tender expression on Butch's face that would have made him flustered all the more. But right now those shining brown eyes stared at his hand in Butch's.

Perhaps it was his profession but Jonas tended to focus on other people's hands a lot. They could tell you a lot about a person. Butch's were the kind that you would expect of a cowboy's hand. Rough and rugged, callused...working hands wrapped so carefully, so gently around his own. Fingers as closely intertwined as he wanted to be with him at this moment.

His thumb moved, rubbing little circles in Butch's palm directly under his thumb as the song played on. His mind drifted, losing track of the time as he matched the sway and turn of Butch's hips with his own, moving as close as he possibly could without getting in his way or tripping him up. The songs played on.

The tempo slowed pleasantly, becoming as rich and sweet as flowing honey. Still Jonas watched their clasped hands with daydreaming brown eyes.

His fingers slid gently out of their sweet embrace, curled Butch's fingers downwards and pressed a soft brief kiss to the knuckles. He brushed his hand open again, feather-gentle and this time kissed the palm, close down to where his wrist was before his fingers once again intertwined.

He didn't want to stop dancing. He didn't want to let that hand go. He didn't want to let Butch go! But a brief glance up at the clock told him it was inevitable.

He drew in his breath and closed his eyes. Well now or never, he supposed.

" Butch..." he said in a low voice. " Butch...would...would you mind if I...gave you a kiss. "

He paused, his face flushing darker as he added. " On the mouth..."

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 18

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

Words: 5041

The two of you are irresponsible. Things end up fine, anyways.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, Dragons: Defenders of Berk, Race To Fireworm Island, unedited, part one

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“Yak dung, if ye brew’t ri’gh, yae can-”

You stared out at sea, legs stood apart, fur boots planted firmly against the wooden deck, fists on your hips and smelt the sea, which was a lot less fishy and foul than it had been by the docks, where stall owners tended to drop their fish guts.

Listening to the other two sailors talk was kind of boring. Apparently Yaks weren’t native to this part of the world. They were a far off import from a long time ago, which explained why Gobber and the other Vikings treated them like they were the ultimate cure-all.

“Aye, how abou’ we talk about something besides yak dung, you old frigate? I ‘prom I can’ ‘nit bear one more momen’ of- of-” The younger man spoke, voice tinged with a bit of roboticism and a definite note of disinterest. 

The last you checked, he was quite gruffly doing his best to untangle the knotted fronts of an old, frayed net, probably rife with holes.

Everyone was a warrior, few got to be nothing besides that.

Berk’s close knit community kept anyone from really falling into poverty unless they sucked or were new, but the few fishermen here on Berk that were unlucky enough to end up poor tended to have heavier accents than everyone else, spending most of their pay on their dying ships, in contrast to some of the other boats, with hardy shiphands and large decorated, painted sides.

This one, the one you were on, was old and small but incredibly hardy, though it felt like it might sink down in still waters. As you heard, it did surprisingly well during a storm.

Family boats died hard, it seemed. And he was very insistent that that boat ran in his family.

It took a while for you to ascertain the knowledge that here, you were actually supposed to poop on a poop deck, not that you wanted to. It was more like you’d been shown how they did it which was very similar to just leaning their butt over the side railing and roughing it in front of everyone.

You did not enjoy that show.

You didn’t think anyone here was there for that boat trip. You found that very good.

You were at sea with two other sailors, an old man, large but frail as his boat, and a younger middle aged man who had very little interest in anything but the nets.

The sea was oddly still though still windy as you felt through your very casual tunic and trousers. You figured it would be a waste to wear more.

A thick pouch attached to your hip bounced against your waist as the ship rocked. 

Today, you were a fisherman’s hired helping hand. It was a while since you’d helped on a ship. It was usually the poorer ones who couldn’t afford anyone hardier who pulled you up.

You were slightly pleased with it, though, as you raked across the sky with your eyes. Lunch was cheaper when you were part of the team catching it.

In the sky, you spotted the few birds brave enough to squeak and squeal and flip with dragons lurking around the clouds.

With a burst of enthusiasm, you waved up at them as they dotted the sky.

There were a few groups, not all clear enough for you to make out any more than a dot. And a little further back… There were what looked like the Riders.

You could make out the bright blur form of Stormfly and Astrid’s blonde head of hair on top. Behind her is who you thought were the twins.

You wondered where they were off to.

You eep-ed as a dot separated from the flock.

As the dot grew larger on the horizon, as you recognized the dark, swooping wings of the Night Fury and as it came closer, you realized, of course, that it was Hiccup and Toothless.

“Alr’gh, lass, You grab one end of the net and I’ll-” The old fisherman grumbled from behind, before cutting himself off, “By jove, what’s he want from ‘ere?”

His long, gray beard and ponytail shifted with the wind, and bald spot, which you presumed was caused prematurely a long time ago, half marred by a barely noticeable burn scar, slightly reflected the glare of the sun.

“Speak not of the Romans here, ol’ man,” The younger fisherman grumbled as you glanced back, his unevenly chopped, short brown hair blowing wildly as he limped and dragging his feet up behind him.

The old fishermen’s thin, threadbare brown fur tunic bollywood in the wind. It was patchy, something most Vikings on Berk could relate to but none would be bothered by besides the poorer, without the coin or resources to procure a new bit of fabric to replace.

Your own clothes were thin and not enough during the best of times.

You turned back up to the sky, nearly startled to see how far both Hiccup and Toothless had traveled in such little time, then backed up as they got nearer and nearer, quickly moving to compensate as they pul;led right up to the side.

The ship rocked dangerously as Toothless landed against the side, this fishing boat being a bit smaller than was typical, also positioned dangerously close to a set of rocks just barely peeking out of the water.

“Oi!” The old fisherman shouted angrily, as a spray of water rained down on them from above, just barely missing you, “Watch it, you-!”

“You watch i’, yae old man,” The brown haired fisherman said abruptly, scowling and fixing his accent and twisting his torso, sort of lanky but not nearly enough to be ousted from viking hood, dropping his net and coming over to cover the old man’s mouth, “Tha’s the Chief’s son.”

You winced, imagining his fishy breath over your own fingers, holding some pity for him though he didn’t look like he wanted or needed it.

Hiccup laughed awkwardly and winced, peering back at the rocks as Toothless sniffed around disinterestedly. 

“We go’ no fish for ye, beast!” The old man yowled raspily, throwing off the younger man’s hand and shaking his fist.

Hiccup looked at the fisherman with a slight grimace though he didn’t say anything.

You blew a puff of air out into the ether, looking to the side and inhaling a new, fresh breath and feeling the lungs in your chest expand as you did.

These kinds of spats were not something you had a particular interest in.

Hiccup neither, it seemed.

“Hi?” He asked awkwardly, turning his attention away from them and looking down at you from where he was seated on Toothless, whose claws were digging into the railing, which you were sure was going to give the old fisherman an ulcer later.

“Hello,” You responded. You supposed that by now you should be feeling at least a little bit of Deja Vu but you really did not at all, “Where are you off to?”

“So, ah, how’s…?” Hiccup asked awkwardly, “Is now a bad time?”

You both stared back at the older fisherman who was now squabbling with the brown haired guy, who was busy holding him back, his arms hooked under the back of the old fisherman’s.

“It’s been… fine,” You said, “He’s kind of crazy, I think. Don’t mind it much.”

“Right…”

You heard a loud sniff as what must’ve been Toothless knocked over a small barrel on the other end of the ship, causing some weird-smelling liquid to spill over onto the deck.

“Shouldn’t they be doing better, with all the dragons nearby? You know…” Hiccup gentured down towards the head of his dragon, sniffing at a few closed baskets by the side of the boat, “...Fish?”

“No, ah,” You hummed, nodding to the dingy floorboards and the frayed everything; this vessel wasn’t even painted, a great deal smaller than the other ships, “There’s more fish now because of the dragons doing less hunting, which means an easier catch, food has to cost less in order to feed more and to sell and because most people can probably catch their own fish, and also this boat is kind of…” 

You cleared your throat, shaking off the remnants of the fisherman’s accent, lingering along the edges of your voice.

You didn’t pick up on the whole thing until very, very recently but on the regular, you spoke in a way that was more formal than the rest of Berk.Of course, you knew you had an accent, but often you found that as you spent more time with the villagers, in an effort to be more polite, you tried to adapt the accents of the people you were speaking to in order to mask your own foreign one.

  It helped, some.

“Right,” Hiccup said again, “We’re- we’re looking for Fireworms. The others and I. I should probably…”

“For Snotlout?” You asked.

You looked back and then up towards Hiccup again. They usually managed just fine without you, and it was an awfully calm day.

Would you leave them behind? 

To be fair, if you stayed, you were sure to get an earful. So you didn’t feel bad about it at all.

“How did you know?” Hiccup asked. 

You squinted. 

Hiccup was positioned just so that the sun glared down from around him, which was a bit painful to your eyes.

“Well…” You started.

There wasn’t much the Riders did that had anything to do with the Jorgensons when Snotlout wasn’t involved and the ‘Louts had been particularly grabby recently. What wasn’t for them?

They took the island very seriously and themselves even more so as the ‘protectors of the island.’

From your interactions with the rest of the Jorgenson house and, more importantly, the head, you knew Spitelout was very rough on Snotlout.  

Depending on the Jorgenson, they were either sort of wasteful or wasteless to an unreasonable degree, throwing things out before they could be fixed and using old, broken tools even after it became incredibly dangerous to do so, but they were also very rich compared to some of the other families on Berk so it didn’t really matter. 

They had to have the best of everything in people and things, or something like that. Which usually left only crumbs for the rest of everybody.

You’d heard some of the women by the square complaining as you scoured over their crumbs and dry pickings.

You didn’t mind it. Berk was pretty first-come first-serve, anyways.

Until it came to dragons.

Everyone on Berk stuck to the typical types of dragons whenever they were forced to find a mount, not because they preferred it that way, though it wasn’t something you found to cause any dissent in particular. 

“Gut feeling,” You shrugged, going with the easy explanation, “Do you need any help?”

It was difficult to find any type outside of a Dragon Training course, of course, those being a roster of the most common native dragons. The other kinds were a bit harder to stumble across. Any of the ‘exotic’ types of dragon mounts were something to be proud of, and proud of them they were, the few Vikings who had the time and resources to expend. 

There were a few squabbles about it but nothing too major. Most Vikings were still a little dragon shy anyhow. The whole argument was kind of silly.

Having a dragon was about more than the type of dragon, anyways.

 It didn’t matter much to you, a person without a dragon. 

There was a fisherman who was quite proud of his exotic dragon- a Scauldron. He’d picked it up a little bit after the incident with the purple flowers.

It helped a lot with fishing.

“Well… Are you busy?” Hiccup asked, albeit a tad unsurely.

“Not particularly,” You said, staring back at the old fisherman, also a bit unsure. 

Adventuring with Hiccup would make it easier to avoid the old fisherman, who, now that you thought about it, was a bit off and who you imagined was very close to blowing his top.

“Really?” Hiccup asked, looking a little guilty, eyes darting back towards the fishermen behind you.

He pointed a shaking hand towards you, spluttering messily as the brown haired Viking guy scrambled for some of the ropes along one of the poles along the back end of the ship, still not letting go of his arm.

“Yeah,” You said, beaming as Hiccup scooted forward, urging Toothless to turn around with his foot, causing the boat to rock a bit and you to back up, adjusting to the dragon as he swung wide.

Hiccup made a sheepish smile and offered you the space behind him on his saddle, though he kept his eyes on the fisherman behind.

You pretended you saw nothing. You thought the scene they were making resembled something out of the world’s blandest comedy show, or an old cartoon. 

He paid pennies, anyway.

“Someone should be by with a Scauldron in case you need help,” You called back, “I heard the rainbow big ship was out today.”

“Not tha’ barrel! The other! Can’t you see the difference?” The old fisherman made a rude gesture and shouted as Toothless took the initiative to do a bit more exploring.

He shook free enough to grab something thick, dark and viscous from a wooden tankard to the side and throw it towards Toothless.

Hiccup shifted awkwardly as he responded, “I don't see the difference…?” 

You yelped and jumped back and scrambled up on Toothless behind him as the glob landed right by your feet. 

Looked like your refreshing day out at sea was over. You could always go fishing another day.

You tossed the fisherman back his coin, holding it between your fingers and flipping it to him with your thumb before he could say anything, shooting off a quick, “I’m sorry!”

He jumped down and grabbed for it, though the brown haired fisherman caught it with some minor exhaustion.

You turned away and lightly nudged Hiccup’s arm, hurting before the old fisherman could do something more crass. Like his bare bottom over the railing. Sure, you may have had to know the sight once, but it was still irritating. And gross.

Hiccup kicked Toothless quickly off and up into the sky. You could feel the wind bursting past your face, much more biting now that you were once again without your coat.

You rotated your shoulder slightly after you slipped into the saddle behind Hiccup, arms sore from all the rowing you did earlier, which was difficult considered your arms were clenched around his waist.

“Fireworm island?” You asked, “Which ones are Fireworms, again?”

“They’re the small orange glowy ones,” Hiccup spoke past the rushing wind, though it didn’t seem like he was particularly rushed, bumping your shoulder with his as he glanced back.

“I don’t think I’ve seen those yet,” You said as you locked your arms around his waist, Toothless moving at rocketing speeds.

“We’re heading back towards Berk?” You asked. 

“Yeah. We were just- Well-” Hiccup struggled, “Recouping. Navigating. Splitting ground.”

“Splitting? What’s your-? You know.”

“I’m not- I left too early,” Hiccup said, embarrassedly at nearly a shout, “I was hoping you might know- Ah– But the- I know some of the fishermen used to use Fireworms as bait.”

He cut off then, but you got the gist of it.

“Why don’t we try a different island?” You asked, fighting against the wind as Hiccup and Toothless reoriented them all, nearly flipping over.

You imagined what Fishlegs would say; ‘There’s an island for that!’

It seemed like there was an island for everything. Was there one for Fireworms?

You wondered what Berk was the island for.

You didn’t need to be close friends to know for sure. 

It was bare. 

You pushed through another set of ferns, following quickly behind Hiccup as the two of you trudged through a thick set of trees.

You really hoped you hadn’t messed up and someone ended up dead, or something.

People would riot. Chase you off for sure.

You heard people talking about moving more into the forests where there were more resources and privacy, the only thing having kept them in the village being the dragons.

You’d have to take refuge.

Another dock would be nice, you thought.

You wondered if the volcano on Dragon island was still active. That would make for a good second island, if the dragons didn’t mind a few human visitors. Roommates. Exile-ees.

You figured they’d probably rather they be left alone, though.

“Would using Gel from another Nightmare work? Or is it like blood transfusions?” You asked as you ducked under another low-hanging branch. 

You stepped over the gnarled roots of this tree quickly afterwards, the soles of your boots making an odd wet noise as it hit the damp undergrowth. 

The two of you had just hit a pretty soggy spot in the undergrowth and you knew Hiccup was worried it might turn into peat. 

You were close to suggesting that you head back and try another direction in the forest.

Said Hiccup looked at you oddly, brows cinched and raised as he tried to repeat your foreign modern words, “Blood transfusions?”

You puzzled over it for a moment, “Blood… exchange? Blood giving?”

“That…” Hiccup cringed, but he had the shadows of his idea face ghosting the corners of his expression. He was, also, probably wondering if it was just as unsanitary as it seemed, as a normally adjusted person should.

“It’s not as gross as it sounds, I promise.”

“Really?”

“I mean, everyone has different blood types, and you- Shouldn’t try it. Please don’t try it,” You said a bit quickly.

He didn’t have the medical equipment, at least not for blood.

It probably wasn’t safe anyways.

You hadn’t talked since before his Dad started asking you questions you didn’t want to think about. You refused to let it get awkward. Still, you hoped to find some Fireworms soon.

Toothless had run off earlier, chasing the likeness of a work into the trees. Hope was nearly lost.

Catching the worms was sort of difficult and the Fireworms had been sparse. You’d been out for what, thirty minutes? An hour?

You winced.

It was like trying to catch frogs with tweezers. How you imagined it, anyways.

You wondered if there were frogs here and if that was something Vikings did. You thought you saw a kid with a frog once. You wondered if Hiccup wanted to go catch frogs, and if he was the type of kid to have tried to do that. 

Maybe with friends? You weren’t sure.

He seemed a little solitary before the Red Death, though not by choice or any sort of personality quirk, at least nothing you would clock from the modern day.

You were afraid, though, that his only friend was Gobber which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, in and of itself.

“Toothless!” Hiccup tried then, calling again, cupping his hands around his mouth. 

You glanced down at his leg, which you noticed just then had sunk a bit deep into the mud. It was going to get caked later.

“No dice?” You asked, pulling yourself up a step.

“No dice,” Hiccup shook his head. He tried to hide it, but he was looking kind of glum. Which was understandable.

You squinted ahead as the way forward got lighter, blinking placidly into the treeline. 

Maybe you wouldn't have to turn back after all. 

You kept moving forwards. 

Hiccup had a sort of stormy, contemplative expression on his face a for a while, and so you’d given him the space to think.

You weren’t particularly pressed to speak yourself, in a mood that made you just as happy with silence as exercising your vocal cords.

“Spitelout… Snotlout hadn’t said anything but I’m sure he wants him to- …” Hiccup spoke, after a while.

“Kill Hookfang?” You asked.

You likened it -the idea- to euthanasia for older animals or animals that were too sick to function anymore. But you had the inkling that that’s not exactly the type of person Spitelout was. 

It was still unreasonable, though. You hadn’t exhausted half your resources yet, you thought. If there was still a chance you’d be able to save Snotlout’s dragon…

You felt sort of bad for Hiccup.

Dragons were his thing, after all. “I should have told the others where I was going,” Hiccup sighed, gesturing with his hands as he stopped suddenly, then letting them fall until they slapped soundlessly against his legs, “I can’t believe I messed up this bad.”

You moved up beside him to see his face, lips pursed into a thin line as he looked exhaustively up into the thin pin-ey canopy above, “It’s not that bad.”

He looked at you guiltily then, though you had the feeling he wasn’t looking at you with guilt any more than you being the cause of it. Did he regret stopping by to pick you up? Coming to another island?

“It’s fine,” You tried, before adding hopefully, comforting yourself a little bit, “We don’t know if it’s a mistake, yet. These things happen, and you never know.”

“My Dad is going to kick me out and I’m going to have to spend every night from now on until I die eating alone.” Hiccup spoke dryly.

“I’ll be here,” You suggested helpfully, “And if you get kicked off I promise I’ll visit with things. So you don’t drop. Like fresh water and probably beads, maybe.”

“Well, thanks, I bet they’ll taste great mixed up with a plate of loneliness and self-loathing,” Hiccup said sarcastically, waving his hands at his sides, before pausing, as if remembering who he was talking to. 

You snorted, a little bit surprised.

He’d not spent so much time being any more sarcastic than awkward whenever you were together. 

You thought it was a little bit funny and a little bit worrying. If things went wrong it was probably your fault, anyways. For messing with the plot. 

Had you really, though? The thought came unbidden. What had you done besides just existing? That was a guiltless action. 

Had that been all you had been doing?

You internally shook, brushing thoughts of those things away.

You didn’t want to do any pondering.

“You’d be fine, minus the indigestion, probably. You have a lot of things going for you,” You nodded.

“My sharp intellect and dashing charm,” Hiccup said, keeping his elbows close to his sides and gesturing to himself emphatically in a way that was incredibly sarcastic and slightly gawky.

“Yes,” You said firmly as you nodded besides, your side brushing fully past another fern as you went, “I mean, you’re a good inventor. I can’t name another one on the island- really, I’m sure I heard your Dad talking about it the other day-  ‘I could leave that boy alone for a week and he’d have me a city built on a whole other island by the time I got back.’”

You didn’t talk to many people so you mostly kept that bit to yourself.

“Wow, that’s…”

“A bit crazy?” You hummed, lifting your boot and jumping back slightly as you stepped into a particularly wet, boggy patch of grass.

“A lot of pressure,” Hiccup gestured aimlessly with his hands again, the glass beads threaded into the twine around his wrists twinkling slightly as he rotated them.

He seemed kind of crushed, suddenly. 

“I’m really not that good at… Prioritizing, I guess. Anything. All of this.” 

They were yellow today. Yellow and light green. You hadn’t noticed, too focused on staying atop Toothless in the sky earlier and on the fauna after you’d landed.

You looked down as you stepped up onto a short dry patch, kicking aside a few pebbles with your muddied boot toes and grabbing a hold of a thin branch, sticking up out of a log as you pulled yourself over.

“I hope he didn’t mean it literally,” You said, shrugging. But then you immediately felt guilty for it, glancing up from your feet back to Hiccup, “It’s- I mean, things happen-And- You don’t have to be good at it. I mean, you’re doing it. Who else is going to?”

You stopped for a moment and took that time to let out a large exhale.

You felt like you fumbled the conversation before you even moved your mouth again. 

“Right,” Hiccup looked at you unsurely before peering around the underbrush, “I guess. But everyone expects me to. I shouldn’t be saying this, but I don’t- …know how.”

Hiccup grimaced, looking like he had a heavy set of weights on his shoulders. Which, he might’ve.

You hadn’t had any in a while besides the need for food and board.

It made you wonder. Did you expect anything from Hiccup?

“Can you…? Gods, do you even know what I’m talking about?” Hiccup continued, burying his face in his hands, throwing his head up exaggeratedly as he rubbed his face, one hand lingering longer than the other.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye as he did, “I didn’t mean-...”

He sighed heavily, defeated.

You looked at him for a moment, halted.

You ignored how your feet were sore and your back was starting to hurt from spending the whole day on your feet. This was no place to sit and rest, however, not even for a minute. You wouldn’t stop for more than a minute. 

Unless you wanted to be wet, that was. And froggy.

Way back on Berk, you were expected to take on responsibility a lot earlier than you were expected to in modern times so you guessed, in a way, you got it. And you wanted to tell him so.

You felt kind of odd about it all. 

Any direction you had you’d surely misplaced. Any path you knew was probably derailed- even this conversation you were sure wasn’t supposed to have happened. 

“I kind of know?” You said, “I get it, I mean. I haven’t been here for everything, but, you know, I’ve seen a lot. I don’t really have any good advice for you, though.”

You watched Hiccup slump slightly, grimacing as you spoke, feeling as if you’d failed some sort of test.

Who were you to ask for anything, really?

There was one thing you could give him, though. But similar to your own sleeves and patchy boots, which you liked a lot, you weren’t sure if it would count for much. 

“-And I’m sorry,” You said, before shrugging, not giving Hiccup a moment to think before you spoke again, “But I don’t expect anything you don’t want to give. Maybe, it would be hypocritical of me to ask for anything more than you are- I mean, I’m a delivery girl. I guess you know all that already, though, right? That you’re nice all on your own?”

You ended in a question, watching Hiccup as he watched you, searching for any more reaction. His reaction. Had you missed the mark? Was there even a mark to miss?

You hoped not. 

“Am I?” Hiccup asked, looking at you incredulously.

He gave you a wide-eyed look, some emotion you couldn’t name plastered all across his face.

You weren’t exactly an authority on the subject. You had been here, in the Archipelago, for a long while, but there were still many, many things you weren’t privy to.

“I think you are?” You took the lead by a few feet, urging Hiccup to subconsciously follow you forwards, hurrying the both of you up, “I don’t know what-I mean… Are you? I can’t really say. I’m not- the judge of- I think, honestly, the only one who can say what you are is- well. You? And you’d know better than me what you can handle. I don’t mind it, whatever it is you can or can’t do, I guess.”

You gestured back towards him as you glanced and turned away without actually looking, face heating up with an extra amount of embarrassment. 

You didn’t want to consider the idea that maybe you’d messed up, so you opted to ignore all of it. The idea that the whole conversation had happened in the first place.

Really, he was the main character. Why wouldn’t he know?

“I- ah, ph-what? I mean… Yeah?” Hiccup sputtered, following you as you through the forest around you, trying not to flinch as the water seeped through the bottom of your boots.

You shrug-nodded awkwardly, still staring ahead.

Thankfully, the damp earth began to grow firmer and the ferns grew thicker as you spoke until just by what you assumed to be the end of the treeline, where the sun shone brightest.

You pointed ahead, “I think there’s an opening up there.”

As you got closer, hurriedly trudging along though not too fast for Hiccup to keep up, you felt the beginnings and wisps of sea in the air.

You felt the beginnings of a rumble in your stomach as your anticipation grew.

So you had a little bit of an ulterior motive too, for rushing the two of you along. You were a little bit hungry, and you also had had no breakfast at all. A break would do Hiccup well too, you were sure.

You kept moving, the two of you in silence, until, finally, stepping past a particularly large front, framed by light that was almost glaring, considerably brighter than the kind you’d been subjected to in the smoggy underbrush-

The two of you had just broken out of the forest into a clear cliffside.

It was probably not too far away from where you’d initially landed. Geometric rock columns lined the cliffs’ edge, making the ground look almost like tiles, though some bits were slightly elevated over others. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.

“Look, how about we take a break? I have to… I have to figure out how we’re going to get back,” Hiccup looked back, in a way you imagined was exhaustive, into the trees, most likely thinking of Toothless. Yeah, that was a problem.

You were glad he said it first. 

[nahoney22]

Hi there! I got an idea! Being a bad Batcher’s first kiss is too cute, but what about being their first boob touch 😂 Would their s/o offer it? Accidentally?

Oops, My Bad***

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: Gonna put it as NSFW as it is suggestive in some parts. Fluff. Some established relationships, some embarrassing moments and of course, some accidental booby touching.

authors note: Exactly as the request asks 🤩 I didn’t know what to title this as ‘first boob touch’ seemed asdfghjkl idk enjoy lol

Echo

Doing repairs with Echo surprisingly passed a lot of time. Maybe it was because he got straight to it rather than nattered away like a certain someone. Or, it could because the two of you had been harbouring secret feelings for another and time in each other’s company flew by.

He’s sat by one of the control panels, making sure the circuits were all up and running and although you didn’t know much about repairs, you wanted to help! So, you sat next to him and passed him each tool as quickly as you could.

He thought it was quite amusing, testing you to see how quick your reflexes are.

For the time being you were very good at passing him the right tools, maybe slipping on one or two but it was enough to show that you had been paying attention. But when he asked for a small screwdriver, one with a tricky name you panicked. To you, all of them looked for the same!

Just as he had been doing, he had been reaching behind and clasping for the tool instantly but what should’ve been a hard and cold metal, was replaced by something quite squishy and not at all what he asked for.

“Eep!” You squeaked at the sudden touch against your left breast and Echo is quick to turn to you, yanking his hand away with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry! It was an accident.”

The poor clone looked mortified but after the initial surprise vanished, you giggle softly and shake your head dismissively. “It’s fine, Echo. It was bound to happen some time.”

“Well, if you are fine- wait? Bound to happen?” His cheeks heat up and so do yours quickly at the realisation as to what you just blurted out.

“Here’s the tool you were after.” You swiftly changed topic, handing him one of the little screwdrivers and not even checking to see if it’s the right one as you quickly scurry out of the cockpit. How very embarrassing.

Hunter

“Stare any longer, Sarge?”

The Clones eyes almost burst out of his head as he realised he had been shamelessly staring at your chest for the best part of minutes now but it was kind of hard not to.

The pair of you decided to go for a nice walk close to the ship, something you both found yourselves doing as your relationship started to blossom. It was early days at the minute and maybe shared one or two kisses to the lips as you both didn’t want to rush in too quickly. Ironically, you both didn’t mind rushing to find shelter from a sudden onslaught of heavy rain.

In the process of your mad dash, your shirt became very damp and due to its flimsy material, a little bit too transparent for your liking. But Hunter very much liked it.

“Kriff, uh sorry Cyare.” He clears his throat and instead of just turning his head, he turns his full body away from you which makes you laugh.

“Darling it’s okay, we’re together so I don’t mind.” You place a hand to his shoulder, sending a warmth through his own slightly drenched body. He’s hesitant, but he turns back to you and keeps his eyes staring only at your face but, you’re smirking.

“If you want,” you say quietly, taking a step closer to him, “you can look again.”

“Really?” He breathes out, a small almost childish grin etching onto his handsome features.

You nod your head. “You can even touch them.”

Now he was not one to ever refuse an order and so slowly - almost treating them like they were glass - places both hands over your sopping shirt. Your fast heartbeat is thumping against the palms of his hands, sending his mind whirling. he’s so lucky you’re both alone because it isn’t long until he’s leaning in and placing gentle kisses to your lips and cheek. He always said your eyes were your best feature but your breasts were becoming a close contender.

Tech

Although you and Tech were not dating, flirting with him was one of your favourite activities. Sometimes, he would clock on and blush furiously at your straight to the point flirtations but sometimes it just goes way over his head.

Medical examinations were not uncommon on the Marauder and although Tech will only be checking vitals, you can’t help but get yourself flustered at the thought of Tech playing Medic.

When it is your turn, everything is going fine and the two of you are making small talk. He clears his throat a moment after and asks if he can raise your shirt so he can attach a small monitor to your chest to regulate your heartbeat. “Tech if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask?” You teased playfully and he let out a strained kind of groan at your flirting.

“This is merely for medical purposes.” He reiterates, trying hard not to make eye contact with you as you lift your shirt. He also tries to avoid looking at the bra that covers your breasts that seemed a little bit bigger than he had thought.

You roll your eyes on him, deciding not to let him suffer as you awkwardly stand there and wait for it to be done and when it is, he reaches to detach the device but in doing so quickly grabs at your breast instead.

You still. And so does he. You’re both wide-eyed, staring at one another as he makes no indication of moving his hand away. He notices that they’re soft, even with the bra in the way. His breath comes rigid and it takes all the power in you to not laugh in his face at his doe-eyed reaction.

“I wasn’t aware this was a full examination either Tech.” You finally decide to break the tension and it seemed to snap him back to reality as he hurriedly puts everything away, including letting go of your breast. You lower your shirt and gave Tech a soft smile of a reassurance when he said nothing and looked your way with an apologetic look.

“Am I free to go?”

“Yes. Everything is in order, your vitals are soft- fine! They look fine, perfect infact.” You gush a little at his fumble of words, clearly having tits on the brain. When he leaves, he can not help but think about what just happened whilst flexing his fingers that tingle at the thought of you.

Crosshair

When this snarky man touched your boobs for the first time you swore you saw a piece of his hard exterior crumble.

It was you who had offered if he wanted to have a feel since you two had been dating a while now and wanted to take it to the next level.

So as you’re getting dressed into your nightwear (something you used to do in the refresher as you were a little shy at first), you turn to face him as he’s sat on the bunk, already checking you out with a small smirk but you gave him a daring glance.

Your hands reach around your back and u clasp your bra and that smirk is soon wiped off his face as you teasingly and slowly take it off revealing yourself to him.

His heart was pounding and eyes wide with hidden lust. “They’re quite something.” He comments, trying to sound as smooth as he could but swore his voice cracked in the process.

You smile softly and cross the threshold to stand in front of him, nodding towards your breasts and then at him.

His jaw went slack for a moment, pleasantly surprised and tried to suppress a small smirk. After all, he was a little nervous admittedly incase he somehow hurts you.

He scoots to the edge of the bunk, letting his hands and trained eyes roam up the sides of your hips before planting each hand comfortably on either breast. He stiffens but soon relaxes upon seeing your calm and welcoming reaction to his touch. “Perfect.” He says softly, a little dazed to be touching something as incredible as these.

Seeing how soft he was about touching just your chest made you a little excited to see how he will be ‘in the bedroom’. Would he be putty in your hands like this or will you be able to unleash another side of him?

He gets a little bit too eager and leans in to place a kiss upon your right bosom but you laugh and place your hand to his face, pushing back on it with enough force not to hurt him but to make him recoil back against the bed. “Easy there Sniper, I said you can touch… not taste.”

Wrecker

“Look out!”

A shout captures your attention as you spin to see Wrecker hurdling right at you, followed by an army of large reptilian like creatures. From what you knew, they were harmless individually but being chased by a herd of them was not in todays briefing at all.

You’re about to dive out of the way but before you could, Wrecker trips over an upturned root in the ground and is sent flying in your direction. Preparing yourself for a heavy and rather larger impact, Wrecker somehow manages to grab you in a way where you’re flipped on top of him as his back takes the heavy fall to the ground.

You gasp aloud at the impact and then brave yourself for the small creatures to clamber over the top of you but instead, they ran straight past both of your feet and through the trees until they vanished from sight.

“Well that was anticlimactic.” You say with a short laugh, looking back down at your so-called ‘rescuer’ and only just managed to grasp that you were laying on top of him, inches away from your face.

He’s laughing but you remain unsure if he had noticed the close proximity between the pair of you so you play it off cooly. You begin to sit up but you freeze as you suddenly feel a pair of hands over your boobs. Eyes wide, you look down at the large hands that had practically enveloped each breast and then to the eyes of the large Clone who didn’t seem to know what the problem was.

“Uh, what is it?” He asks a little worried by your look and as you did a repetitive head nod between breasts and hands his eyes widen comically.

His hands recoil back quickly and he is rubbing the back of his neck as he sits up but you’re too frozen in shock to even move away from the lap you were now sitting on. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how-.”

“I think I must’ve fallen on them-.”

“Yeah maybe! Cushion the blow almost because they’re soft and all…” he trails off, feeling more painfully awkward the more he speaks.

There’s heat upon your cheeks and you look down bashfully. “You think they’re soft?” Your tone is quiet, a little soft, and Wrecker is more confused than before. Were you teasing him? Flirting? Genuinely interested? He had liked you for a while and sincerely hoped this hadn’t messed anything up if anything was to ever arise anyway.

“S-Sure!” He stutters rather sweetly with a sheepish grin. “I’ve never touch one or them or any before so.” Again, he rubs the back of his neck but is liking this closeness between you both quite significantly.

Heart racing fast, you finally managed to stand back to your feet although your legs wobbled just slightly. “We should get back to ship.” You smile up at him, no sense of awkwardness from you and as you walk away, he watches you a little breath-taken.

Maybe, if he had the gall, he would ask if he can touch them again sometime.

Masterlist

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[rjthirsty]

Ikemen Princess Prologue

Based off the otome game Ikemen Prince, I've created an AU where the princes are (mostly) female, and MC is male. Several character names have been changed to suit their new gender (notes will be provided), and lore has been altered to work with the new setting and my accompanying headcanons.

Words: ~1.5k Tags: AU with Gender Changes, My First Long Fic, Chaptered, Scheduled Release A/N: You can find this and other chapters located on my ao3 account or on the Ikemen Princess Masterlist on my tumblr blog. Emmit = OG Emma/MC, Rina = OG Rio.

Chapter One: A Story That Starts in a Bookstore

Have you ever dreamed of a love as sweet and delectable as candy? What about a love as bitter as black coffee? Or as tangy and sharp as citrus fruit?

The world has always been full of love stories, each one a little different in its own way. I had read so many of them, but each time, I was reminded that I’ve never known what it’s like to love someone like that. I’ve felt the warmth of friends and familial love, that comfort of hearty abundance that fills you up. And I’ve felt the love that is innocent and gentle, the kind that blossoms when people are young and inexperienced.

Most people my age had already fallen in love, gotten married, and started their own families. And sometimes I envied that. Sometimes I wondered if it was time to stop dreaming about the sort of desperate love that makes you want to sacrifice everything. Sometimes I wondered if what I felt in those early relationships was all that love was, a contentedness that you didn’t mind continuing on.

And yet…

I was spending another day reading, another day yearning for a love so all-consuming you’d risk your life to hold onto it. Would I even know it if I saw it? I wanted to be caught in the sudden torrential downpour of emotions and swept away by the floodwaters of desire. I wasn’t ready to let go of that hope that there was something more out there than I had experienced so far. Just a taste of the tales I read about.

“... Ahh, that was so amazing!” I sighed wistfully to myself as I closed the book I’d just finished. The bookstore where I worked was quieter than usual that afternoon, and I had managed to dedicate my full attention to the last few chapters of the story. Another story that would mark another wish for the love I was looking for.

I continued to stare at the closed book in my lap, gently brushing my fingers along the worn cover as I replayed in my mind that love I was so enthralled with. My stare a million miles away, still watching the romance that had tied the couple together in the pages I had turned through. It was no surprise that the sudden shadow that fell across the counter in front of me, accompanied by an enthusiastic voice, caused me to jump a mile as it shook me from my reverie.

“Did you finish your book, Emmit?”

I made a very unmanly “eep” and nearly tossed my book out of my hands at the innocent question from my unexpected guest who had probably been there for some time. It only took a moment to recognize those sunny blue eyes that had gone wide from my sudden squeak.

“Wait– Rina?! What are you doing here?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She said while pulling a face, looking like she was trying not to laugh at my outburst and that it was extraordinarily difficult to manage. She gave a shrug and another radiant smile as she answered, “I wanted to see you, so here I am.” Swinging her arms out she splayed her hands as if presenting herself.

I blinked, “Yeah, it’s okay– the scaring thing. I don’t mind. It was my fault anyways for not paying more attention to my surroundings. It’s just been so empty today, I guess I got a little carried away in reading. But… shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Oh, that.” she chuckled and waved a hand dismissively, glancing away towards a nearby stack of books, those seemingly the most interesting things in the world. “Yeah, I quit the day before yesterday.”

I nodded and followed her eyes to the stack of books, not even the types of things she was usually interested in. Yeah, she’s avoiding my gaze. “Uh-huh… You– uh, you quit, huh?”

“Yep,” she popped that ‘p’, clearly she wasn’t interested in continuing the conversation of why she wasn’t working anymore. “So now I’m searching for an even better job!”

“Mn,” I grunted with a nod, trying not to let the sigh be heard as I trailed an “Again…”

Rina had been in this position more than a few times by this point. We had a similar conversation a few months earlier, and a few months before that, and I was a little worried by this point because it seemed that there was something fundamentally opposing Rina’s attempts at stable work.

I didn’t fully understand it, she was good with her hands and a fast learner. She was friendly and rarely had I seen her having a bad day - if anything, she was almost too peppy. It’s true that she was clumsy sometimes, but she said she ‘quit’ this one, not that she was fired for some sort of damage resulting from her clumsiness.

“So… why did you quit this time?” I dared to ask.

Another shrug from Rina before she perked up with an answer, a smile blooming on her face as those sky blue eyes turned on me, “Isn’t it obvious?” She gave a little nod as if she were trying to convince me that I already knew the answer. “Because I belong to you!” Planting her hands on the counter, she leaned towards me, dipping to level her gaze to mine.

Gah! When she looked at me so earnestly like that, I almost wanted to believe the things she said. I could get lost in those endless sunny skies, her blonde bangs feathered around her gaze only highlighting how much they resembled a clear summer’s day.

“Since when?” I managed to ask while keeping my voice steady.

“Heh. Ever since the day you saved me, of course. I decided to devote myself to you, body and soul!” A bat of her eyes told me she was playing this up as per usual. Why’d I believe she was about to be serious with me for a minute? “But that means I can’t really work for anyone else. They’ll want to take my time away from you, and…” A tilt of her head and a single shoulder raising towards her ear before slumping back down gave me the answer I was expecting.

“What you’re really saying is, you don’t want to tell me why you quit.” I said flatly.

I would never forget that day three years earlier, when I had found Rina passed out near a rarely used road in the pouring rain. I took her in and helped her get back on her feet, and I didn’t regret a single thing about it. She’s a good friend and very important to me now, but sometimes it feels like a cute, cuddly puppy imprinted on me that day.

“Hey, I’m a hundred percent serious here!” Rina pouted, though it didn’t last for long, she leaned to peek behind me to the office where the owner managed the bookkeeping. “Which reminds me, is the owner here today? I wanted to talk to him directly about letting me work here with you– I’m sure I can convince him this time!” Determination shined in her eyes, she was ready to fight - and by that I meant beg and plead because he had said no more times than I can count and Rina never brought anything new to these applications groveling attempts for employment.

I grimaced. “I hate to tell you this… but he left yesterday on another trip to get more stock.” I dropped my eyes to the book still sitting in my lap, lifting it to slide onto the counter I was sitting behind. Somehow lining the edges up seemed very important at this moment. “He’s not going to be back for ages.”

Rina melted onto the counter, lamenting, “Oh no! Now what am I going to do?”

I knew I should suggest that she find a different job, clearly she wasn’t going to have a conversation any time soon with the bookstore owner, but she looked so sad, like a puppy who’d just been kicked, and I couldn’t respond in such a callous manner.

“Okay, hey, it’s okay,” I reached out and patted her on the head as she lay sprawled on the counter, eyes already tearing up. “So maybe you can’t talk to him directly right now, but… Oh! Why don’t we write him a letter about it?”

Rina moved so quickly I gave a start and snapped my hand back, fearing she’d smack herself in the face with it as she jumped up from her melodramatic puddle on the counter. “What? Really?!”

And here she was, back to her old self.

“Yes, really,” I chuckled, feeling reassured at her excitement. “Honestly, I could do with the extra help, most days are not so quiet in here, especially when he comes back with boxes and boxes of new books!” I started mentally tallying all the work that came with new materials the owner would bring back from his travels. Cataloging and rearranging shelves, not to mention taking an inventory of all the new stock he’d have, and I’d have to read some of them myself– just to make sure they’re ones I could recommend, of course.

“Emmit…” I was pulled back to the present by Rina’s soft voice. “Thank you. You do so much for me, and– that settles it, I’m going to call you ‘Master’ from now on!”

Bewildered, I leaned back in my chair from the force of her declaration, the title ‘Master’ making me dizzy. “Okay– no, now you’re taking it too–” But before I could finish my thought my stomach decided to cut me off by loudly announcing how empty it was. I glanced down at my stomach’s poor timing, then back up at Rina who was also shifting her eyes from my belly to meet mine.

I was flushed already, the creeping heat headed towards the tips of my ears as well.

“... You didn’t hear that, did you?”

Rina grinned so big her eyes crinkled nearly closed. “Loud and clear, I’m afraid!” She turned and dashed towards one of the nearby bookcases, pulling out a small cart and wheeling it towards my spot at the counter. “But don’t worry, I know you better than you know yourself sometimes,” she beamed triumphantly.

Wait… is that one of the book carts? When did you manage to–

“I thought this might happen, so… ta-dah!” There was a cloth covering the cart, and with a dramatic flourish Rina lifted it away.

“Oh, wow!”

My eyes grew wide as I took in the pile of goodies Rina had put together. There were fresh truffade oozing with cheese, rose-shaped pastries, candied fruits, apple beignets, honey cakes, and more. They were all foods I was used to seeing at festivals, but I had never been offered so many of them all at once before.

“It’s lunchtime for me, too, buuuut I kind of bought too much and I don’t know what to do with it all. My eyes were bigger than my stomach. So I was hoping you’d share it with me, so it doesn’t go to waste.”

I tried not to drool and willed my stomach to stay silent this time. “Well, if you’re going to offer, I’m not going to say no! Thanks, Rina, you’re a lifesaver!”

She handed me one of the rose-shaped pastries, and as soon as I bit into it, I was beaming at her. The delicate layers of flakey pastry wrapped around thin apple slices was more than appealing to the eye, it was a delicious mix of sweetness and the bite of tart from the apple.

“Mmmmm,” I couldn’t help but happily hum my approval, finishing the rest of the pastry in no time. “So. Good.” I licked at my fingers, the residual sugar clinging to my skin, as my eyes wandered the other offerings on the cart. “But, this is all festival food, right? Where’d you get this all? Is there a festival happening?”

It was now my turn to lean to peer behind Rina, looking out the large glass door to see if I could spy anything from the bookstore. The street looked as empty as it had all day, no unexpected traffic to note.

“Are you feeling okay?” Rina had set the cloth aside and was reaching to brush my short bangs back from my forehead. “Don’t tell me you forgot? It’s Rhodolite Foundation Day today.” I had only a moment to process the thought before her nose was nearly touching mine, those blue eyes all I could see as she pressed her forehead to mine to test the temperature.

[lostlosersclub]

neeks buddy bro darling my boy i need u to know you would NOT like me irl. on here i may have that autistic gayboy swag but irl i am filled with existential terror and either being so quiet people are convinced im dead or talking so much everyone is annoyed. THERES MORE TOO. there is a reason i have almost no irl friends okay (im so tired WHY am i online rn i should be reading or eeping)

darling, there’s a reason why everyone compares me to nico di angelo.

upon meeting me, i seem

1• sickly. always sick. frail and not ready to go another day

2• mean. 99% of people i meet think i hate them

3• quiet. emphasis on this one. will not speak unless specifically spoken to. im just kind of there.

4• just unpleasant. only times i talk are to make self deprecating jokes, or tell you to be quiet.

5• im just not listening. i always have my headphones on so that people know i dont want to talk to them

i may seem silly online but im trying not to be a sad and numb pile of mush.

whatever you are like in real life would be perfect for me.

no one i know in real life acts the same online, and i love them no matter what. i WOULD like you irl. as long as you share my humor and interests, you are perfect for me.

im always terrified irl, but i would push through if it meant i got to know you.

please dont say i wouldnt like you, because i already do.

sorry for the long response. i feel very strongly abt this

[elacular-kink]

Hicvember 2: Random Case

Have a short little thing about Olivia commiserating with a new problem Kiran is having.

Content: Public hiccups, embarrassment.

If I were Susanna I probably would have picked up on it sooner, but it still probably didn't take very long for me to notice Kiran squeaking and jerking next to me. When I looked up at her, she was flushed, holding her breath and eyes shut tight, both hands over her mouth. The squeaks were still pretty audible, but I'd had much louder cases and the professor had gotten used enough to it to drone on unabated, so she really shouldn't have been as worried as she was. I tapped on her arm with my pencil, then pushed my notes partly between us, scribbling a message in the margins: "Got the hiccups?"

Kiran opened her eyes and nodded weakly at me, and I heard her exhale sharply, a louder "*EEP*" just barely trapped behind her hands. I pulled out a water bottle and took the top off before handing it to her, and she took a sip, nodding gratefully at me. After a few sips, she paused for a moment or two, then exhaled softly before being caught off guard by a "*HEEK!*" that left her whimpering and hiding her face. I rubbed her back and she glanced up at me from between her fingers. "Sorr–*eek!*"

Annoyingly, I couldn't rub her back and write with the correct hand at the same time, so I had to pick up my pencil with my left and scribble a barely legible "It's fine. And don't worry, everyone will think it's me."

Keeping one hand over her mouth, Kiran picked up her own pencil and scribbled in her own margins. Her handwriting was weirdly good when a hiccup didn't disrupt it. It looked like it came out of a typewriter or something. "That's part of why I'm sorry!"

"It's not slander for people to think I have the hiccups when they hear them. Nine times out of ten, they'd be right."

Kiran laughed, then "*HEEP!*"ed a bit louder, but me giving her back a few pats seemed to calm her down. "I've been getting them far more than I used to since starting HRT. I used to only have a few specific triggers, but these just came out of nowhere."

Not that I ever knew what my face was doing, but the fact that Kiran wasn't looking at me weird meant that I probably wasn't grinning the way I kind of felt like I was. Hah. Susanna was going to absolutely fucking suffer, and I couldn't wait to see it. I didn't get to tell Kiran that yet though. "Well, don't worry too much about it. You know that the people around me won't mind, at least."

She smiled weakly and nodded, then moved her focus back to her own notes. I kept rubbing her back. She seemed like she needed it, and I could tell she liked it. Plus, she'd definitely let me copy hers after class. So it was way more worth my time to pay attention to her so I could tease Susanna about this later.

[dragonbard-bastard]

Started writing down what I did today to make lil summary posts cuz I've seen people do that before and like the idea of sharing more about my runs :)

Act 1 Spoilers!

The first thing I did was talk to Omeluum and Blurg, and I js wanna say I love them :) they're so husbands. We also went to the Arcane Tower and unlocked it and such, very nice, got the timmask spores and tongue of madness, forgot to go back to Blurg and Omeluum. Oops. Discovered that the tower has a BASEMENT!?

Spent a lot of time talking to corpses for fun. Canonically Soph would never- he'd rarely ever touch necrotic magic of any kind of ever. It would also freak him tf out.

We got Astarion's Sussur dagger!!! It's probably one of my favorite weapons in the early game, fuck them spellcasters fr. ALSO since I'm playing Tactician and long rests cost 80 camp supplies rather than fourth I've been very greedy with it so when we went into the Underdark Astarion was like "Hey .. Can I ermm tell you something. I'm. I'm a vampire." and Soph just said "Duh" and moved on 😭😭😭

Also for the not long resting reason Wyll only recently got his horns. Told Mizora to fuck off, and of COURSE called Wyll a handsome devil. Am growing increasingly aggravated as time goes on, however, about a lack of Wyll content. He literally won't even say well met anymore he has ONE LINE. no variety, just "You have something to ask?"

Dug up a dog's grave. I'm so sorry Myrna. Apologized by putting some flowers and a candle on it, it was all I had unfortunately.

I actually long rested twice in an row, one without using any camp supplies ofc, because I wanted the invisible Durge cape and it's actually shockingly good on Soph. I should probably give it to Astarion but I don't want to :(

Went to the mountain pass because I didn't want to go to grymforge, stole everything from the bitch who wanted the githyanki egg then murdered her because I hate her and what the fuck

fought the gremishkas (Astarion one shot a surprising AMT of them, it was awesome) and the Kobold. I tried to blow up as little of the wine as I could because more camp supplies, and found out you can apparently pocket the fire wine barrels with kobold still on them. This will be incredibly funny when I use the barrels as bombs later. DAMN I FORGOT TO TAKE A SS OF MY BARREL BOMB COLLECTION. Here's one from yesterday, though it's grown.

went to creche y'llek . went to the zaithisk, let Lae'zel use it, did this on the first persuasion check, did not use an inspiration.

Absolutely brutalized the bitches outside of the infirmary, I put an oil barrel underneath one of the light fixtures then shot it down at the start of the fight 😭😭😭

went to fight kith'rak therezynn, remembered why I ate the mountain pass. had to reload like three times until I was like fuck this Wyll go home Gale use arcane lock on this stupid door and then it was going decently well Lae'zel knocked the soul breaker out of her hands and later got her own weapon knocked out of her hands, perfect time to switch to the soul breaker I'd say. near the end of the fight a random fucking raider spawned right next to therezynn. just poof. right into existence. I was floored and slightly annoyed but therezynn hit him w a burning hands and took off half his health anyways???

Soph told the Inquisitor he can't have the weapon, the Inquisitor did not like this. Lae'zel stole his sword too and nearly killed him in four hits. He did become a pain in the ass w the mind steal link tho because oml he stole his own teammates minds or whatever. didn't know he'd do that. Wyll went down to this ranged attacker multiple times and I tried to use heat metal on him but he WASNT METAL. BULLSHIT. LOOK AT ALL THAT M E T A L.

Anyways, Soph got pissed about them hurting Wyll, went crazy went stupid, murdered the absolutely 100% has metal on him guy and one of the last spellcasters. told vlaakith to fuck off, visited the dream visitor, said get up boy I ain't killing you, signed off, and will now go eep.

Ty for reading :3

[gurokichi]

I live in a small city in a farming community, most people around here have pets! We definitely have more than most though, we are just big animal lovers! Awe, I'm so sorry to hear that they aren't keen on the idea of you keeping pets, they truly are amazing! I love rats so much, they make such great little friends, I hope you get some ratties one day <3

Doll will definitely have to check out both Stardew and Fields of Mistria once it gets its computer!!! I also have so much freetime on my hands right now,,, does Bon not go to school? Be free to DM me, Bon already knows who Dolly is (III╥_╥⁠)

In Minecraft, I really like the grindy stuff (chopping down trees, mining), as well as building!!! Oftentimes, I'll put a bunch of effort into the outside of my house, and the inside is an organized disaster! In the Sims usually I build, I rather build houses in the Sims than play with the Sim,,, usually I will build a Sim or a family, then create a house for them! I feel like actually playing a household in the Sims can get very repetitive, though, and it just doesn't seem to keep my attention for as long as building or creating a Sim/Family! My recent favorite games to play on roblox have been, Stop it Slender, Doors, and Hide and Seek! Slow Damage and Sweet Pool are both BL Visual Novel games made by the Company Nitro+CHiRAL. They both contain darker topics and themes, but I know that at least SD is absolutely amazing. I don't know much about Sweet Pool tbh, other than there is gore and cannibalism, but I'm quite set on playing it eventually! Slow Damage I just desperately want to play myself, I've watched about halfway through a playthrough of SD and read the manga, which covers the first (Fraise) chapter of SD!

-Doll 🎀

That sounds like such a lovely place to live! I'd kill to live somewhere like that. Ehehe, thank you for the kind words. Rats are just adorable and so intelligent too! I also hope I'll be able to get some one day.

Ah, how come you have a lot of free time? School's started up already for most people (/nf). I don't go to school, I have pretty bad agoraphobia, and so I just never got the courage to return to going after schools opened up again. You can see in my pinned that I identify with the term "hiki(komori)neet" because of that. ...I hope that doesn't make you think less of me. I appreciate the offer to DM you, and I'll keep it in mind. I get nervous pretty easily, so it might take me a little bit, ahah.

I also enjoy the Minecraft grind! Building in both Minecraft and the Sims is fun. I definitely agree with you that actually playing households can get boring quickly. I love the customization aspects of the Sims much more. I haven't heard of Stop It Slender in awhile; that's an olddd game. It used to be one of my favorites to play, though! Doors is fun; you might like Pressure too if you haven't tried that. It's similar to Doors. Speaking of doors, I still need to play floor 2... waiting for my friends to play with me. I'll be sure to check those two visual novels out and see if they'd be something I'd enjoy playing for my doll. They seem interesting!

You sent an ask off anon again, silly doll. I'll answer that one here too.

Doll will be sure to make the bracelet tonight or tomorrow and will definitely show you!!! So happy Bon liked my idea! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) 💕 Eep! -Doll

I can't wait to see it! You can either send it to me in DMs or send an ask containing the image. If you send an ask, I won't post it unless you specify wanting me to... although you do need to go off anon to put images in asks. Probably best you stick to DMs if you don't want to expose your blog.

[animeprincessforever]

Hanabusa Aido X Kiryu Triplet Sister Reader

Love Is Love

Notes-Ichiru Lives! Slight Angst

Your POV:

Past-It all started that fateful night mine and my brother’s parents were killed. We were taken in by a man named Kain Cross. During the attack I ran as far away as I could till vampire hunters took me in. I thought I lost everything. But. I still had my brother Zero. He seemed different though. When we met Yuki she tried to nurse him. She was kind and always asked before she did so. As for me she did the same. Expect I responded and thanked her on mine and Zero’s behalf. Since Ichiru sadly died (so we thought) Zero grew more and more protective of me. But that was the past.

When Cross Academy Started-I got up and got ready for school my brother and Yuki worked on the Student Committee. I tried but due to Zero being protective he wouldn’t allow me to do so. So I let it go. I decided to sneak out and as I did I ran into him. Hanabusa Aido. He smiled “good evening ms.(Y/n). Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He asked i sighed and gave a smile. “Ya but I’m not tired so I decided to enjoy the moon light. I know it’s dangerous to be out. But I’m not going to let that stop me!” I said with a smile. For a minute Hanabusa just looked like he was in a trance till a gunshot in between us came. It was Zero “you should be in class vampire.” He spat. I went in-front of Hanabusa as Zero pointed the gun at him. “Zero! You can’t shoot him! He didn’t do anything wrong! I know it’s hard to trust vampires. But aren’t we just as bad as them for assuming all of them are terrible blood thirsty beasts?” He frowned and grabbed me. “Let’s go. You stay away from my sister. Or I won’t hesitate to kill you Hanabusa.” I yelped “Zero! Don’t be so rude! He didn’t do anything!” Zero growled “shut up and keep walking. Do you have any idea how worried I was?” I sighed. “I’m sorry brother.”

Graduated-After a war with Rido and Shizuka. I graduated from Cross Academy. I decided I wanted to travel and see the world. My big brothers Zero and Ichiru allowed me to do so as long as I texted them or gave them a call every single day and i did. During my travels I ran into a familiar face in the late evening. It was Hanabusa. I smiled “pleasure to see you again! Also thanks again for saving me from that level E.”I said he looked at me and grabbed me I let out a “eep” I was confused why is he doing this? All the sudden he kissed me. “Did you not realize how I feel about you?” I shook my head ‘no’ he slammed his lips against mine and we ended up doing something’s.

Time Skip-As years passed me and Hanabusa got married. Unfortunately I lost contact with my beloved brothers. It saddened me but I still have the love of my life with me. One day I got pregnant. I was so excited to have a baby when I told Hanabusa he didn’t seem as excited all he did was gave me a hug and said “I love you so much” when my pregnancy went on I found out I was going to have a baby girl. Me and Hanabusa picked out a name. Her name was going to be Fumiko Aido. From the moment I first felt her kick my excitement grew and grew.

One day I was finishing up the nursery (The nursery-99 Beautiful and Cute Girls Baby Nursery IdeasPinterest ) when my water broke and my back cracked I screamed in pain. As Hanabusa rushed over to me and begged Kaname for help. Yuki was there as well as my skin turned pale and my body was getting more and more weak. I started crying when I heard the words from Kaname “I don’t think the child will make it.” I yelled “save her!” I was delirious and in pain screaming and sobbing as all the sudden I blacked out.

Hanabusa POV:

I watched the love of my life in pain when I felt guilt wrack in my mind. When she screamed “save her” my beloved woman’s eyes rolled in the back of her head and she went limp. My daughter she was alive as her little cry’s filled the room. Yuki said “her pulse is fading! What do we do? I’ll call Zero and Ichiru. That’s all I can think of” I tackled (y/n) and bit her multiple times as I made the quick decision to turn her into a vampire. Everyone left the 2 of us alone as I just prayed for her to survive.

Back to you:

I woke up as I felt eager thirst. My mouth was dry and I clutched my throat and I saw Hana. He grabbed me into a hug and without thinking I bit him. ‘I I I I was drinking his blood? How?” I thought. But I continued till I realized ‘Fumiko!’ I looked at Hana “where’s our baby?” He smiled “she’s okay. I’m sorry that I turned you into a vampire I couldn’t loose you. I love you so much you have no idea.” I smiled and said “I love you too. Now can I see our baby?” He nodded as he left to go get her. (The room your in-120 Absolute Stunning Boho Bedroom Design Ideas on Pinterest You ...Pinterest) as I lied in bed Hanabusa brought me our baby girl. I held her close till the window flew open. ‘Zero? Ichiru? They were here?’ Tears filled my eyes “I missed you brothers. I’m so sorry.” Hanabusa and Zero stared daggers at each other and Zero pinned Hanabusa against the wall. “Bastard! How dare you do this to my sister! I’ll kill you!” zero yelled. I interrupted and got up as fast as I can with Fumiko in my arms “Zero please calm down!” Zero looked at me and pulled me into a hug as Ichiru joined the hug. Ichiru said “your our sister. No matter what it’s our job to worry.” I smiled “I know but Hana he saved me from death and he’s my husband please just be nice to him.” Zero and Ichiru both said “fine but we won’t like him. We will do it for you and our niece.” I smiled “thank you brothers.” I said as Zero asked “why him?” To that I responded “love is love.”

The end tysm for reading sorry kinda cringe

[nuggets-and-stars]

Lee!Flutters and Ler Mane 6 of your choice? :3

Sorry this took so long :( but I'm here now so enjoy the cutie that is Fluttershy

Lee: Fluttershy

Ler: Applejack

(Fluttershy and Applejack are dating in this I hope you don't mind

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Applejack felt the heat rise up to her cheeks as Fluttershy adorably giggled to a story she just finished sharing about a mishap that happened in the last Apple Family Reunion.

The two mares were going on a nice, calm nature walk through the orchard in the middle of fall. A perfect date idea if you ask Applejack.

The earth pony stared at Fluttershy in awe. How could she not? The pegasus was pretty, kind, soft spoken, and not to mention adorable! What isn't there to love?

"Applejack?" Fluttershy interrupted her thoughts. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Applejack shook her head with a tiny giggle. "No, no. You're alright, sugarcube. I just… really like your laugh. It's cute!"

Fluttershy blushed a deep red and attempted to hide behind her wings. "M-My laugh?"

"Mhm!" The farmpony nodded sincerely, feeling her own cheeks get warm.

When Fluttershy didn't say anything, Applejack took a couple steps forward, the only thing separating the two mares was the pegasus' wings. Applejack leaned forward with a mischievous grin, forcing Fluttershy to put her wings down against her sides again when Applejack kept persisting.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Applejack asked in a teasing tone, booping their noses together.

Fluttershy avoided eye contact. "Well… I don't think you'd lie… it's just… hard to believe- EEP!" The pegasus let out a surprised squeal when Applejack had poked her in the belly, quickly covering her mouth.

"Applejack! You can't- *squeak*" Fluttershy got cut off by another poke, she tried to swat away the orange hoof with a strained smile.

Applejack let out a laugh as she kept poking the yellow-coated mare in the belly. "What? What's wrong? I can't what?"

"Nohohoho… you knohohow what!" Fluttershy exclaimed through tiny giggles, twisting her head in order not to make eye contact with the farmpony. But wherever Fluttershy's head went, Applejack wasn't too far behind.

"What's the matter, hun?" Applejack asked with a teasing grin. "Come ooon~ talk to me~" The orange mare sang, which only increased the pegasus' flustered state.

"Applejahahack…!" Fluttershy whined, her giggles flowing through her mouth faster as Applejack nuzzled the side of her neck. "Nohohohoho…"

"No? But I'm just tryna show my appreciation for my cute little marefriend." Applejack's voice was muffled by Fluttershy's neck. She could've sworn she heard a snort during her sentence.

"I'm tahahahalleheher than yohohu." Fluttershy said, ears turning bright red as a blush began to take over her face.

Applejack let out a mock gasp. "You… okay, you want to do it like that, huh?"

"Applejack… Applejack, wahahaHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHO FAHAHAIR!" Fluttershy had shrieked, but Applejack didn't mind. She did ask for it by blowing a raspberry on Fluttershy's neck.

Applejack didn't bother responding as she kept blowing raspberry after raspberry, they were the only things that got a reaction like this out of Fluttershy, and she wanted to cherish it. Applejack could tell her marefriend was blushing up a storm from the way the top of her head felt the heat, even through her signature hat.

The orange mare eventually took pity on Fluttershy and stopped with the raspberries and went for nuzzling her cheek right before she crashed into Applejack's chest with a deep sigh of contentment.

Applejack chuckled and went to kiss the top of Fluttershy's head. "You're cute."

"And you're mean!" Fluttershy retorted, sticking out her tongue at the other mare. Applejack knew there's no actual ire behind her words, since the pegasus was grinning.

"Maybe. But you're blushing~" Applejack couldn't help but tease.

Surprisingly, Fluttershy smirked. Uh oh. She only had that face when she had a comeback. "And you weren't when Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom teamed up on you?"

Applejack groaned and covered her face with her hat, now it was her turn to blush. She still remembered it clearly, but she mostly remembered the face her five friends had when they saw that, apparently they had needed Applejack's help with taste testing some of Pinkie's baked goods. Never in her life had she so desperately wanted to melt into the ground and never be seen again.

"Y'all are never gonna let me forget that, are ya?" She asked, voice muffled by her hat. Rainbow and Pinkie loved to remind her of that.

"Eeenope!" Fluttershy chirped in her Big Mac impression. "It was cute!"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Applejack booped her marefriend's nose with a chuckle, trying not to focus on her heating up face. "You had yer fun!"

The two stayed quiet for a second, before Fluttershy spoke up again. "So… how's Apple Bloom doing in school?"

Applejack smiled warmly at the mare, she loved that Fluttershy was getting closer with her family. She began to talk and Fluttershy began to listen with little hums of acknowledgement throughout the ramble. Those sounds were music to her ears.

[eric-the-bmo]

eep I'm bad at thinking of questions, any fun facts about your characters??? ooh or actually I've just been discussing music, what kinda music do your characters listen to?

[this might be rambe-y im so sorry lmao]

oooh!!! yes i like this one, Music Time

John listens to folk punk and whatever genre Lore Huron and Hozier are. (also a bit of vocaloid, solely because of Shelby)

Theodore listen to like. Cool electronic music. Haven't determined the exact genre but its very Computer

Once again I don't know the genre but I think Leo doesn't quite have a favorite genre? Since his memories got blasted he's not quite sure anymore, but in my brain I associate him with Matt Maeson a lot since I was listening to his songs a bunch when creating him.

Annabelle's setting has a 1920s kind of vibe (at least the kingdom she lives in does), and so she enjoys that kind of old-timey jams!

Ven and John actually have like, really similar music tastes, sans the vocaloid bc it doesnt exist in Ven's universe. Folk Punk is Ven's guilty pleasure

I... I don't think Apollo listens to music. Like I dont think the City has any save for idk, Latin choirs or whatever.

....has Rhidian even heard music since he became a Nothic. bro does he know what that is /hj

Murmur listens to like. So much vocaloid/pop/electronic music. They love it sm they blast it near 24/7 into their earbuds

hmm Fun Facts (a mix of Character and Developmental):

Theodore admitted during the White House Heist (have I even told yall about that) that he's been thrown out of a window before

Theodore's got a roommate named Steve and like. He was only around for the first session and I miss him sm, that guy was great

Theo please stop skipping your fucking classes

Ven likes peppermint tea. Peppermint tea is also known to help with headaches, which he gets a lot!

Shelby was 22 when she met John (aka hit him with her car)

Shelby was also intended to be a self-insert when I first made her; she was the Mundane for MoTW, but then I got to wondering "what if she and John were friends" and the rest was history

She's also a twitch streamer solely bc i realized she needed a job and that was the funniest option to me

John's limbs are very long in proportion to the rest of his body! His arms are like, Super Long

Rhidian dislikes touch; not only because it's been a Very Long Time since anyone's touched him, but also because he wants the first person he touches to be his girlfriend- once she gets a physical body, of course (they are going to hold hands and kiss <3)

Annabelle is So Adamant in the fact she's not part of Warrick's family; she's his secretary, and not his daughter, thank you very much- but she always participates during Family Game Night

She also would like collecting vinyls :-)

Leo's heterochromia happened because I couldn't determine which eye color he should have, and so I gave him Both

His eyes have become my Favorite Thing about them, and there's like. So much symbolism in them dude. I'd ramble more but my fellow VtM players follow me here.

On the subject of Leo, he was originally created in 2020 as an entity that lived in TV static and would try to drag people in, as he was desperate for company- as you can see, he's changed A Lot from his original concept

Leo's original concept has since been recycled for a potential Rapture Heights monster that I've taken to calling Hijack.

Apollo and Leo both have a habit of holding their hands together when they miss their partner/exes- and it's actually a habit I myself have picked up.

John's whole NotDeer thing started because I had told a librarian about him, and admitted I didn't know what kind of monster he was yet- and she asked if he was a deer monster due to his last name. Thank you Ms Librarian u changed his entire trajectory thank u <3

Did you know there's a visual novel about a character also John Doe? He's eerily similar to mine in terms of visual, I think

Valentine was created after/ while I was reading the DIE comic series- the main character's scene in prison was the main inspiration for him.

Due to enchantment magic having the potential to be used for Awful Things, I explicitly made Valentine to be a sex-repulsed asexual, and intended for him to be aromantic as well.

Valetine killed Velma (yeah, from Scooby Doo) during his one-shot

Oh, and fun fact about me: in my dnd server, I'm the reason there's a rule stating that one-shot characters need to be able to breathe <3

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Kind of small prompt idea!

I got this idea watching some behind the scenes of tick tick boom! To summarize, Vanessa hudgens is sitting on Andrew's lap for a musical number they had and she almost falls because the chairs are tall! They're both cackling and Andrew has a grip on her stomach and she is grabbing his hands with hers.. kinda looks like he was not meaning to possibly tickle her..its kind of a flustering clip! Had to turn it into a prompt because im not sure if he was or not

Gwen and Peter 3! Gwen is on his lap and she is kinda dozing off but Peter wants her to stay awake so he is giving her light tickles and they both end up in a cackling fit because Gwen is trying to sleepily push his hands away and she does the sleepy giggles!

Ler!peter3 lee!gwen

Sorry its so long that clip kinda got me

Sleepy Tickles

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Ahhh! I finally got it done Anon ❤️ I loved the idea you sent in earlier, it was so cute! Thank you for this cute idea and I hope you enjoy :))

"Gwen," a voice called out as a hand squeezed her side.

Gwen squeaked and started awake.

"Youhou dozed off agahain," Three teased to his girlfriend currently curled up in his lap.

"Mmm!" Gwen pushed her boyfriend's hand. "I wanna sleep!"

"But you can't sleep." A squeeze was given to her ribs. "Not when we're watching such an important movie."

"Pehehete." Gwen pushed at the hand again. "We've seen this movie before."

"I know, buhut ihits still important toho wahatch."

"But I wanna sleheheep!"

"You can sleep later!"

"Pehe-EEP!"

Insistent on keeping his girlfriend awake, Three began lightly tracing her sides.

"Yohou're suhuch aha meanihie!"

"Please? Just watch five more minutes with me?"

"Mmmfine. Five more minutes."

The hand at her side disappeared. "Yay!"

The smaller blond tried to last five more minutes, she really did, but her eyes slowly slipped back close.

Something squeezed her hip.

"EEK!" Gwen started again. "Pehehete!"

A hand came to rest on her tummy. "You feheel asleep agahain sihilly gohoose."

Gwen loosely wrapped her hand around the hand on her tummy. "Becahause Ihim sleepyhy."

Three kept up the light tickling on his girlfriend's tummy. "Pohoowr bahaby. Is ihit pahast somewone's bed tihime?"

Airy giggles poured out of Gwen's mouth. "Yehes! Buhut thehe mean mahan wohon't let mehe sleheep."

Peter moved his hand in a slow circle around her stomach as he continued the light tickles. "Buhut the mean mahan wahants tow spend tihime wihith youhouw!"

Gwen's laughter picked up. "Hehe cahan spehend time with mehe tomorrohow."

The hand on her stomach spidered up to her neck. "Nohoho!"

The smaller blond turtled into her shoulders. "Whyhyh?"

As Gwen giggled, Peter replaced his fingers with kisses. "Cahause hehe lohoves you."

"Ihi lohove him tohohohoo."

By now, both sides were a giggly mess. Gwen from the tickles and Peter from the giggly sounds coming out of his half asleep girlfriend.

After some more light tickles, Gwen gently pushed away.

"Ahare you ready for bed honey?"

"Mh-hm."

Peter shut off the movie. "Alright, let's go get some sleep."

Gwen didn't respond as she curled into Three's chest. A moment later, she was lifted into the air.

"Come on Gwen." Peter walked toward the bedroom with his girlfriend in his arms. "Time for bed."

The smaller blond was already asleep by the time Peter tucked her in and climbed in behind her. Before settling down, Peter gave her a quick kiss on the cheek then cuddled close.

Both of them then drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[adoggirl]

34, 30 and 3!!!!

HOORAYY!!! HAII BIRD THANKS FOR SEND SOME THINGSIES IN ILY /P

34 : would you go back, if you could?

wow, starting with the hard ones, huh? ... i don't think so. it was nice, but it was so hard living there that i'd rather have my sourcemates and all that come here, than me going back there. it was so dangerous, i am so glad i'm here so i can FINALLY REST. so no, i probably wouldn't go back if i could

30 : what was your favorite food/meal? did you share/make it with anyone?

beetle jerky was kinda tasty, but god were the chocopede pancakes also really good. i'd have to go with the chocopede pancakes. plus, they would remind me from back home. yes it has bugs in it, but they surprisingly actually tasted like chocolate chip pancakes! and no, i didn't really share it with anyone... ^v^' i was desparate for any kind of link to earth, okay? /lh

3 : do your memories differ a lot from your source?

haven't i answered a similar question in anothe rask game? whatever anyways yes kinda?? its just mostly about the speed in which things happens (does that maeke sense?? my brain is kinda mush rn im tired and its... 3:30 am rn,, SORRY). whiele my source self took LONG to accept certain things, i was pretty quick. and i guess also some memories that are just kinda differnt? my source self was really did not want a collar on, she felt like she was reduced to only a pet,, meanwhile in my mems i still know that when i first got that light blue collar with a pendant on it that said "anne plantar" and some info about the plantars on the other side for if i were ever lost, it was some sort of awakening,,for bioth what i thought about my situation & ... therianthropy. i had heard about therianthropy in my mems before but didn't pay it much mind back then,, but when i got basically reduced to a "pet" for the plantars and eventually even got the collar, it awakened me to the fact that maybe i should explore some more stuff about therianthropy after im hope because im feeling some intense euphoria over here. uhhh idk where i was going with this but it was nice to ramble a bit :3 ANYWAYS its 3:40 am im gonna answer one last thing n eep ilm toired

memories ask game

[belphieslilcow]

hello!! could you please write some headcanons for the Obey Me boys comforting a homesick male!reader? like they walk in on him crying because he misses the human world and comfort him?

Homesick

male mc (he/him pronouns)

lord i'm sorry for how long this took- i hope it's okay I just did mammon, i was gonna try em all but didn't wanna be repetitive eep

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You weren’t sure what triggered it, maybe it was your subconscious recognizing a smell or sight that reminded you of your life before the exchange program. But it was something that reminded you of home. 

You hastily opened the large double doors to the House of Lamentation, wanting to get to your room as fast as you could, you felt like you could burst out sobbing any minute and the idea of having the rest of your housemates see you like this was embarrassing. 

You passed by the dining room on the way to yours, keeping your head down and ignoring the demons seated and chatting. You ignored their greetings, their worried looks when you didn’t respond, you just needed to relax. 

- 

Satan cocked his head to the side as he closed his book, “Is he alright?” 

Levi turned to Mammon, “Okay, what did you do, scumbag?” 

“Nothin’!! Why’re ya accusing me so easily, huh? He was fine when I last saw him!” 

Beel frowned, “Was it because he had to walk home alone today?” 

Belphie spoke up from across from his twin, “I wouldn’t think so, it’s just one day. Maybe something happened to him on the way back.” 

Lucifer nodded, “Someone should go check on him and make sure he’s alright..” 

- 

You shrugged off your school bag and loosened the tie on your uniform before flopping down on your bed. It felt strange, yes the demon brothers made sure you had the softest blankets and pillows imaginable, especially Belphegor was insistent that your mattress was the right firmness when he was able to say something about it. You found yourself missing your bed, your old one at your home. It didn’t matter if your blanket wasn’t as impossibly comfortable as the one under you, nor did it matter that the pillows under your head were stuffed with some kind of Devildom plush material. They weren’t the ones at home. 

That was when you let the tears fall, slowly you felt their warmth running down your face and onto those same beddings. You turned to your side, facing the wall, away from the rest of the room, the room that at the moment didn’t feel like yours. You tried to stifle your sobs, feeling even your nose leak as you remembered your home before all of this. 

You missed it. 

By Diavolo, you missed your home. 

You flinched as you heard a knock on your door. “Mc? Can I come in?” 

Quickly wiping your wet eyes and nose on your uniform sleeve, you took a deep breath so your voice wouldn’t be shaky and answered “Yeah… come in.” 

- 

Mammon quickly opened the door as soon as he got the okay, trying his best not to slam it back closed like he tended to do. 

“So… how was RAD?“ 

You shrugged your slumped shoulders, “Fine, I guess.” 

The demon put his hands on his hips and stared at you through his glasses. “Well obviously not! I can tell you’ve been cryin’ you know?” 

You didn’t answer, you just stared down at your blanket, worrying the fabric in between your hands. 

Mammon sighed and walked over, patting your head as he sat next to you on the soft bedding. “Come on, what’s wrong? Did something happen on your way back?” 

You shook your head, eyes watering. “It’s… I’m just… just kind of homesick is all… I’ll be okay, I think.” 

He tilted his head to the side, “You wanna go back to the human world?” 

“Kind of… it’s not like I don’t like you guys or anything I just…” 

Mammon grabbed your hand and started rubbing it with his own. “I get it, sometimes I get that way about the Celestial Realm, we all do I think. Lucifer tries to hide it, but he misses it too. So if there’s anythin’ I can do to make you feel better, let me know.” 

His face suddenly lit up in realization, “And make sure to ask me!! Don’t go askin’ my brothers for stuff when I can help you better than they can!” 

You smiled at Mammon’s cute pout, “Thank you, Mams. I’ll let you know if I think of anything. Just… please stay here for now.” 

You swear you could feel his face heat up even though you weren’t touching his face.  

“O-Of course!”

[emerald-chaos]

Talking Body

Hello again friends! This is a very self indulgent fic I wrote here lmao. We all have those moments where we don't feel good about the body we're in and I just know Steve is the type of guy who looooves body worship. I feel it in my bones that this man would do whatever he could to help you feel beautiful in your own skin. Thus, this fic was born. This is only my second time writing smut, so I would appreciate any and all feedback!! I hope you guys enjoy xo.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 6k (eep, sorry)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY (MINORS DNI), explicit language, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, vaginal intercourse, and reader has some issues with self-esteem.

All mistakes are my own!

This content is for 18+ readers only. By clicking read more you agree that you are at least 18 years of age.

The first thing you did after entering your apartment was kick off your shoes, sulk into your room, and collapse face first into the mattress. To say that the last week had been one of the most stressful, trying, and just downright awful weeks would be putting it mildly.

There's that one saying, “when it rains, it pours”, right? Well this week was more like “when it rains, it’s followed by a fucking category 5 hurricane”. It all started when your piece of shit landlord refused to acknowledge that there was a problem with the air conditioning in your building, leading to it puttering out in the middle of a heat wave in New York City. Everything was just downhill after that.

You were late to work on the day of a big presentation because your phone died in the middle of the night, you got stuck on a subway train that malfunctioned for 2 and a half hours, you got splashed with dirty rain water by a taxi whizzing by - it felt as though you were being punished for something you did in an alternate universe. Each day it was something new and by this point you were just run down and worn out.

All you wanted to do tonight was to take a long bath; wear your rattiest, comfiest clothes; and eat junk food in bed until you passed out. It took several minutes before you mustered up the energy to start in on your evening plans, but as you were sitting on the edge of the tub you heard a knock at the door.

Disgruntled at the interruption, you pulled on your robe as you made your way to the front door. You hadn’t ordered your food yet, and it was way too late for a solicitor, so who the hell was at your door?

As you peered into the peep hole, you jolted back with a gasp.

Fuck. Steve.

In the whirlwind of your horrible, no good, very bad week, you had completely forgotten about the plans you made with your boyfriend. You mentally cursed yourself for a moment before there was another soft rapping on the door.

You took a deep breath, tried to put on your best happy face, and opened the door - only to be met with a soft smile and those beautiful, kind eyes.

“There you are. Had me worried for a minute.” Steve’s voice floated into your ears, warm like honey.

“Sorry,” you laughed breathlessly, “I guess I got lost in my head again. Come in.”

As if he could read your subconscious, Steve pulled you into a tight embrace after he crossed the threshold into your apartment. Your form melted into his, an involuntary sigh escaping your lips as you relaxed in his arms. If there was one thing Steve excelled in, it was bringing you back down to earth. When he cradled you in his arms it truly felt like nothing in the world mattered beside the two of you.

A pang of guilt resonated inside your chest. Not only had you forgotten about the plans the two of you made, but you made virtually no effort to speak to Steve this week, not out of malice but simply because it slipped your mind this week. It was understandable and it happened sometimes, seeing as the two of you had very busy - albeit different - schedules. The two of you never held it over the head of the other, and instead just made an effort to capitalize on the time you did have together. You didn’t realize how much you missed him, his comforting presence, or the way he held you until the two of you were reunited.

“Got a lot going on in that pretty head of yours?” Steve spoke softly as he placed his lips to the crown of your head.

“Yeah, something like that.” You responded with a light chuckle.

Steve continued to hold you for a few moments more before he pulled back and smiled down at you, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. His eyes drifted down to your attire and a small grin began to form on his pillowy lips.

“As much as I love the look, I don’t think this is what you planned on wearing to dinner, is it?”

Completely caught up in Steve and his embrace, the fact that you were in a robe and still had the tub running had escaped your mind.

“Shit. Wait right here!” You perched yourself on your tiptoes to place a chaste kiss to his lips before turning to run back into your bedroom.

Steve’s laugh echoed through your living room as you hurried out. As previously said, Steve excelled at grounding you but the man also had a level of patience that was truly unmatched. He simply made himself at home on your couch while you tried to keep your head attached to your shoulders.

You reached the tub mere seconds before disaster, dipping your hand in to lift the stopper and let the water drain while you found a more suitable dinner outfit. You were drying off your arm when you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror - hair tied up in a messy bun, makeup haphazardly removed, and a robe 4 sizes too big. You looked as bad as you felt. It was a miracle to you that Steve was still with you.

You tried to shake off your feelings of inadequacy as you left the bathroom to walk to your closet. Due to the hectic fuckery of the week, you had failed to keep up on laundry and thus your clothing choices were very limited. Although Steve never made you feel anything less than ethereal, you still felt the need to dress up and look nice for him. This was something he tried to address several times, always telling you that he loved you no matter what and would be proud to parade you around in a big bird costume if that’s what you wanted to wear.

It was hard to not feel self-conscious when it came to being Steve Rogers’ girlfriend. The man was basically sculpted from marble and always looked like sex on legs. However, he would be quick to remind you that he didn’t always look the way he did now and that he too struggles often with self-esteem issues. Often your brain would simply chalk it up to him just being nice and trying to be relatable for you.

You did see it occasionally, however. Moments where he would talk about himself pre-serum, or how he told you that most girls just lusted after him now because he was Captain America. While his looks were an added bonus, it truly was Steve’s heart that you fell in love with above all else. There was no one else on this earth you had met that cared so deeply for others, who was so incredibly selfless all the time, and definitely no one who always tried to do the right thing - no matter what. He truly was the typical golden boy, and you were grateful that he chose you to be with.

With the very limited selection you had at your disposal, you reached for the little black dress that you knew Steve liked. A smile graced your lips as you recalled the last time you wore it - the two of you only lasted about 30 minutes at one of Tony’s parties before Steve was pulling at you, begging you to go home so that he could get you out of the dress.

Stepping out from the closet, you laid the dress on your bed as you turned to get a bra and panties from your dresser drawer. As you hooked the bra together, you caught a glimpse of your half naked body in the full length mirror that sat in the corner of your room. Quickly averting your gaze, you walked over to the bed to slip into your dress.

Self-confidence and self-esteem were two things you always had trouble with. There were some days where you felt you could bring a man to his knees with a simple smirk and other days you couldn’t stop pointing out your insecurities. There were divots and dimples, stretch marks, areas where skin squished together, scars, slopes, and valleys to your body. Some days you were okay with that and others you wished you never had to see your body bare.

There would be moments where your thighs rubbed together a little too much, or where your “rolls” would be too visible through the shirt you were wearing. Although you knew it was natural for the lower part of your abdomen to stick out slightly, it always gave you a queasy feeling when you looked at it too long. Today was definitely going to be one of those low confidence days, so you decided to try and ignore it and not gaze upon your body. The week had already been hard enough.

The soft material of the dress dragged against your skin as you stepped in and began to pull it up. As the material met your hips there was a little resistance, the give of the material not quite as forgiving as you remember. A shaky breath left your lips as you closed your eyes for a moment, begging yourself to relax before you had an absolute meltdown. After a few deep breaths, you continue to try and will the material up over your hips. With a slight force behind your hands, you were able to pull the dress the rest of the way up.

Then it wouldn’t zip.

And you lost it.

The accumulation of the week's wrongs had finally caught up with you and the dress was the last straw. The sobs fell from your chest hard and fast, barely giving your brain enough time to comprehend exactly what was going on. You stumbled back, falling to sit on the edge of the bed as your head fell into your hands. It was one of those cries where your entire body was involved - shoulders heaving as sobs wrecked through your chest.

First it was the fucking AC, and then it was the trapped subway car, and now you couldn’t even look nice for a date with your boyfriend because you were too fucking huge to fit into a nice dress. Your lungs burned and as much as you wanted to stop crying, you just couldn’t. This was the breaking point. A moment you should’ve seen coming after the terrible week you’d had. The icing on the shit cake.

Unaware of how much time had passed since you first began your breakdown, you felt a large pair of hands grabbing your arms. Your brain wasn’t able to comprehend the words coming from his mouth, but you knew Steve was trying to talk to you. Instead of responding, you simply slumped your body against his as the sobbing continued. Steve cradled you to his chest, holding the back of your head with one hand as he stroked your back with the other.

There you sat, full-body sobbing against your boyfriend’s chest as he held you close and let you cry it out. Sweet, reassuring words would leave his lips occasionally as he kissed your forehead.

It’s okay, baby. I’m here, m’not gonna let you go, I got you.

You aren’t sure when it finally stopped. One moment you were soaking your boyfriend’s shirt with your tears and the next you were sniffling as you laid against him. When your brain connected the dots and you realized you just had a full blown, code red, level 100 mental breakdown in front of Steve you sat up quickly and wiped your eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Steve reassured, smoothing your hair, “Baby, it’s okay. Are you okay now? What can I do for you?”

Your gaze met his and for a moment you were sure you were going to break down again. Steve’s gaze held so many emotions - worry, love, empathy. All he wanted to do was to understand why you were so upset and what he could do to help.

“I’m sorry. God, I feel like such an idiot.” You sniffed as you averted your gaze from his once again.

Just as your eyes left his, his fingers softly gripped your chin and made you look at him once more.

“You’re not an idiot. Something is obviously bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s just…” you started, not fully wanting to unleash the hell of your week on your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend, but the look in his eyes made you feel differently.

“It’s been a god awful week. Like one of those ones where everything that could go wrong, does go wrong, and I totally forgot about our plans tonight. Then you show up - which is fine! Don’t get me wrong, I want nothing more than to spend time with you, but I also wanted to look good for you tonight. Then I realize I didn’t do laundry because I’ve been so busy and so I have nothing to wear, and then I try on this stupid dress and it doesn’t fit over my thighs and it won’t zip and I feel disgusting and —“ You hadn’t realized you were in the middle of a word vomit until Steve grabbed your shoulders and turned you toward him.

“You are the furthest thing from disgusting,” Steve said sternly as he pulled you back in to his chest and held you tightly against him, “it sounds like you’ve had a really awful week, and I’m so sorry for that and so sorry I had no idea you were going through so much. You know that I always think you’re beautiful, and I would never expect you to go out of your way to dress up for me. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you had to.”

“It’s not that you made me feel like I had to,” you sighed, gripping Steve’s shirt, “I just...I don’t know. I wanted to look good for you and I couldn’t even do that right. Sometimes I just feel like you’re too good for me and I made you look ba—“

“I don’t even want to hear you finish that sentence.” His words came out sharp.

You pulled back to look your boyfriend in the eyes and you could tell that the way you had been talking about yourself had upset him. Large, calloused hands gently cupped your face and tilted your face up toward his.

“Obviously, I’m not doing my job as a partner if I haven't made it abundantly clear that you are the most beautiful person in the world.”

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth as you listened to him speak.

“My heart still skips a beat whenever you walk into the room. Sometimes when we’re together, I have to remind myself that I’m holding my breath when I’m looking at you. You have no idea what your body does to me, angel.” The latter part of the sentence came out somewhat like a groan as his eyes trailed down your body before coming back to meet yours.

“But above all that? I’m in love with who you are. The fiercely loyal, intelligent, compassionate, hilarious woman who amazes me every day. You say that you think I’m too good for you, but sweetheart, it’s the other way around. You are so out of my league.”

You hadn’t realized that more tears fell from your eyes until Steve’s thumbs brushed them away. He leaned forward to press gentle kisses under both of your eyes while he continued his soliloquy about you.

“Every day I wake up by your side, I’m grateful. There are days that I think you’d be better off with someone else. That you deserve better than an old fossil like me,” he grinned as you swatted at him, his hand caught yours as he brought your palm to his lips and pressed a kiss into the center of it, “But then I remember - I’m a better man because of you.”

At that point, it felt as though your heart could fall out of your ass. It was still hard to believe that the man sitting before you had his own insecurities, and even harder some days to believe he was as head over heels for you as he was, but you realized he had a point. The two of you together made a power couple. Each weakness is built up by the other's strength and vice versa. How lucky were you to be loved by Steve Rogers and how lucky was he to be loved by you.

“I’m sorry you had a bad week, baby.” Steve’s voice cut through your internal dialogue.

“It’s okay. It’s better now that I’m with you.” You smiled at him, giggling when he placed another kiss on your palm.

Steve stared at you for a moment, eyes studying every feature of your face. You felt small under his gaze but couldn’t help but notice how the look in his eyes began to turn from adoration to hunger. Slowly, his hands released their hold on your wrist and moved to find home on your hips. His thumbs began to rub soft, gentle circles on your sides as his gaze never left yours.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are to me, hm? Wanna help make you feel good.” Steve practically purred.

Immediately you felt a rush of heat wash over your face at his words.

“You don’t have to do that, Steve. I’m fine, really.” You protested.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” The grip his hands had on your hips tightened ever so slightly.

The warmth began to spread throughout your body as you looked at your boyfriend. The look in his eyes made you feel like you were the last food source in the dessert and he was someone who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

All it took was a small nod of your head before you were lifted up and placed onto your back on the mattress. Before you could make any sort of noise, Steve’s lips were pressed against yours. The kiss was soft and slow at first, but became more urgent the longer it went on. You greedily accepted his tongue into your mouth when you felt it attempt to push past your lips. Steve’s warm hands move their way down your arms, fingertips feather soft against your skin.

A soft whimper escapes you from the loss of contact as he pulls away from the kiss.

“These lips…” Steve trails off mid-sentence as he connects his lips with yours again.

“Could kiss ‘em all day if you’d let me.” He finishes as he places a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, continuing to trail kisses along your jaw.

You close your eyes as his lips continue kissing along your jaw and begin their descent down your neck. Your hands tangle themselves in his blonde hair. Steve’s kisses always left you feeling floaty and light-headed. Tonight was no different.

“Always smell so good,” You could feel his nose trace along the column of your throat, “so sweet.”

He punctuated his sentence by sinking his teeth gently into the crook of your neck, eliciting a moan from you.

“God and those sweet noises you make for me?” He groaned before tilting your head in the opposite direction so he could gain access to the other side of your neck.

Your hands made their way from his hair to the front of his chest, moving with no rhyme or reason - simply wanting to feel him against your fingertips. As he sucked a bruise onto the curve of your neck you dug your fingernails into his chest.

Steve reluctantly pulled away and propped himself up over you, using the moment to take in your form beneath him. Cheeks tinged pink, hair tousled from the pillows behind your head, chest moving up and down rapidly, he thought you looked like a Renaissance painting. He muttered something to himself softly but you weren’t able to hear him with the sound of your heart thumping in your ears.

Steve’s long fingers wrapped around the material of your dress as he slowly began to pull it down your body. A breath hitched in your throat, the fear of being vulnerable in this moment almost too much to handle. It wasn’t the first time you two had been intimate with each other, but tonight it felt different.

Any worry you had was quickly washed away when Steve began to place soft kisses on each new patch of skin exposed as the dress dragged down your body. First it was your collar bones, then it was the swell of your breasts, then the curve of your rib cage, and then your abdomen. Each kiss was soft and slow, as if he was paying respects to every inch of your body. Every curve, every blemish, every imperfection - each unique and each a part of you.

“So beautiful. So soft.” He whispered as his tongue dipped into your belly button, making you giggle slightly.

A grin danced across his lips as he sat up and pulled your dress the rest of the way off, leaving you in only your bra and panties. You could feel his eyes burning into your body as he took in every inch of you. Steve chuckled to himself lightly before he shook his head.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” You pouted.

“Nothing. It’s just that…I could do this all day.” He purred as he leaned over you, touching his nose to yours with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

For the first time in what felt like months, you laughed so hard your sides hurt. Steve joined you in a fit of laughter and he let his head fall against your shoulder.

“God,” you started, reaching up to wipe the tears from your eyes, “I think I just instantly dried up.”

Steve pulled back to look at you before a mischievous smirk painted his face.

“Yeah? I don’t believe you, princess.” He whispered, his fingers drawing a line from your belly button to the waistband of your panties. “Let’s check, hm?”

Your breath caught in your throat and your hands gripped his shoulders as he pushed past the elastic, his fingers coming into contact with your soaking core. Steve let out a feral groan once he realized how wet you were for him. As he started to slide his middle finger through your folds, he leaned down to enclose one of your hardened peaks with his mouth. Your eyes closed and your back arched at the sensation of his tongue swirling around your breast.

“Steve..” you whimpered as his finger teased your entrance.

Steve released your nipple with a wet pop. His finger continued to drag through your wetness, over your sensitive nub and your aching entrance - never quite giving you the pressure that you need.

“I love these beautiful tits, babe.” Steve murmured into your chest, as though he wasn’t currently teasing you between your legs. “So soft, sensitive, and responsive to me.”

Steve licked a stripe over your other pebbled nipple before taking it into his mouth. Just as you opened your mouth to beg him to move his hand, his thick finger pushed past your entrance and dragged slowly along your walls on its way in.

In any other moment, you would’ve been embarrassed at the way your walls immediately began to pulse around him, but you were too far gone right now to care. Steve groaned around your breast, sending an electric current throughout your body. Your fingers curled around his blonde locks once more as your head fell back against the pillows in ecstasy.

“Steve, please,” you panted as your hips bucked up against his hand, “more. I need more.”

Steve responded by grazing his teeth slightly over your hardened nipple as he added a second finger. You weren’t able to hold back any whimper or moan when he began curling his fingers as he pumped them in and out. Steve continued to stroke the inside of you as he kissed down your stomach.

Your hands removed themselves from his hair to grab onto the sheets when you felt his hot breath fan over your core. The coil in your abdomen began to grow tighter and tighter, your orgasm quickly approaching.

Then there was nothing.

No movement, no feeling of fullness, no warm breath - just nothing.

A gasp escaped your lips as you quickly propped yourself up on your elbows to see what was going on. You were met by the mischievous blue eyes of your boyfriend, who wore the most obnoxious grin on his face.

“Sorry, baby.” He mumbled as he grabbed onto your thighs and pushed your legs back against your chest.

“C’mon, Steve,” you whined, “I was so close!”

“Shh, I know you were, baby.” Steve placed a wet, opened mouth kiss to your inner thigh. “But I wanted you to cum on my tongue instead.”

His words made the heat in your face rise even more than it already had. Steve continued to place sloppy kisses along the inside of your thighs, kneading the fleshy parts as though he couldn’t get enough.

“Nowhere I love to be more than between these gorgeous fuckin’ legs.” You let out a long groan as he bit down on the soft flesh gently.

“So soft. And I love feelin’ you squeeze me when I kiss this pretty little pussy.”

Before you had a chance to even form a thought, Steve flattened his tongue and licked a firm, wet line up your heat.

“Steve!” You gasped loudly as your hips lifted off the bed to meet his mouth.

Steve grinned and splayed one of his hands on the lower part of your stomach in order to keep you in place for him as he wrapped his lips around your aching clit.

Steve was feasting on you like a man starved. His tongue alternated between drawing patterns on your clit and pushing into your entrance. There was an incredible balance of soft kisses and intense suction that had your legs shaking. It was when Steve began to hum and move his head from side to side, however, when you felt that hot white lightning surge throughout your body.

You came with a desperate moan and a string of curses, grinding your core against his face while he lapped up all your release. Steve continued to place soft kisses to your folds as you rode out your high. When he wrapped his lips around your clit again you had to push his head away, your entire body far too sensitive from your last orgasm.

Steve grinned proudly as he chose to trail kisses along your thighs instead. You were trying to regain your vision and catch your breath when you heard him removing his pants.

“You’re so gorgeous, my love. Fuck.” Steve ran a hand through his hair as he slotted himself between your thighs and stared down at you - your body, every intimate part of you, was on full display for him.

You can’t help but catch your bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him. Every touch, every kiss, every word that left his lips tonight had made you feel so wanted, so loved, and so beautiful. Steve Rogers was a wonderful man and he knew exactly what to say and do to make you feel good.

Your mouth watered when your eyes drifted down his body and settled on his hard cock. It bobbed slightly as he moved to hook his arms underneath your knees and pull you closer. You couldn’t tear your eyes away when he pushed himself against your core, coating himself with your wetness. A mewl left your lips when the tip of him grazed against your clit. His strong hands gripped your shins as he kept you spread open for him, continuing to slowly drag his length through your wetness.

“S-Steve please. No more teasing. I want you so bad.” You whined as you attempted to move yourself closer to him. You knew you would be no match for his strength that was holding you back, but you desperately needed to feel him inside of you.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Steve tsked. “I wanna hear you say something first.”

“I’ll say whatever you want, just please!” You groaned as he stopped his movements completely to line himself up with you.

“Tell me how beautiful you are. I wanna hear you say it. Something about yourself that makes you feel good.”

You blinked a few times before you made eye contact with him. He was completely serious.

“Steve, what? Cmon, that’s weird.”

Steve shook his head, “No it’s not. Don’t be shy, my love. Tell me.”

You stirred underneath his gaze.

“You want me to go first? Okay.” Steve ran his large hands up your shins until they found the soft flesh of your thighs. A sharp sting makes you gasp as Steve rubs the area he just slapped.

“These thighs, they drive me wild. There are many, many things I love about you, my dear. But your thighs are probably my favorite.” He spoke as he gripped the flesh of your thighs roughly.

Your legs have always been the center of your insecurity. You never enjoyed the way they looked in shorts, the way they rubbed together when you walked, or the dimples that decorated them. Yet, here Steve was, confessing his love for them. You found a burst of confidence as you looked up at the man before you.

“I-I am beautiful… I love my smile and I think I have beautiful eyes.” You spoke as you watched the grin on your boyfriend's face widen at your words.

“That’s right, baby. Now keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?” Steve hummed as he leaned down to capture your lips with his in a quick kiss. As he pulled away he pushed himself inside of you, filling you completely.

As many times as the two of you had slept together, you were still surprised with the initial stretch and burn that came with him entering you. Regardless, it always felt so fucking good. Your hands shakily gripped onto his biceps, your way of telling him that it was okay to move.

Steve’s fingers continued to dig into your thighs as he set an agonizing pace with his thrusts. It was quick enough to feel good, but not nearly as fast as you wanted it to be.

“Steve, fuck!” You shouted as you felt his length brush against that spot, groaning before composing yourself again, “Wanna ride you.”

Steve couldn’t contain the grin on his face at your desperation for him. It could’ve also been the fact that he had confessed to you a few months back how much he loved to have you on top.

The emptiness between your legs when he pulled out made you whine. It was short lived, however, as he quickly flipped the two of you over so his back was against the headboard and you were seated on his lap.

You wasted no time in grabbing him at the base, pumping him a few times before you slid down onto him. Steve hissed at the sensation as he watched your cunt swallow him whole.

With your hands placed on his shoulders and your knees on either side of his waist, you began rocking your hips back and forth. Each time you rocked forward, the curls at the base of his cock created a delicious friction against your clit. You leaned your head back as you moaned wantonly, and Steve took that as an invitation to pepper your neck and collarbone in sloppy kisses. He was unable to stop the string of compliments spilling forth from his mouth.

“Feel so good, baby.”

“Fits like you were made for me.”

“You look so pretty, riding my cock like this.”

“Fuck, fuck,” you whimpered as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten , “g-gonna cum. Steve!”

“I know you are, baby, I can feel you squeezing the life out of me.” Steve grunted, swiping two fingers through his mouth before using them to rub tight, rough circles on your clit. “I love the way you look when you cum. C’mon, fall apart on my cock, baby.”

With his words, you felt the snap inside of you as you came undone on top of him. You felt your release drip down your thighs and onto his. Steve moved his hands to firmly grasp your hips as he planted his feet on the mattress and pounded up into your cunt mercilessly. Your senses were on high alert - the sensitivity of your fleeting orgasm and the lewd squelching noises paired with the slap of skin on skin were quickly drawing you toward another release.

You let out a small scream as you leaned forward against his shoulder, dragging your nails down his chest as he chased his high.

“You fill me up so good, Steve. God, you make me feel so good!” You whimpered in his ear, knowing the dirty talk would be what pushed him over the edge.

Steve cursed as his thrusts faltered and you felt his release paint your walls. You could feel his cock twitch as you pulsed around him. Completely exhausted, you collapsed against his chest and buried your face into his neck. Steve chuckled slightly as he wrapped his arms around you, stroking your back with his hand.

The two of you stayed quiet for a moment, attempting to slow your rapid breathing as you enjoyed the closeness of one another. Once your heartbeat settled and you got your bearings back, Steve attempted to assist you in detaching yourself from him, only to be met with your hands on his forearms.

“No. Just…wanna feel close to you for a little bit longer.” You whispered as you bit down on your bottom lip.

Steve simply replied with a smile and a kiss to your forehead. You returned to your position, flush against his chest with your face buried in the crook of his neck. You laid your palm flat over his heart and closed your eyes, completely content with the intimate, close feeling of him filling you up.

“Thank you for making me feel beautiful.” You whispered against his neck.

Steve gave your body a light squeeze. “Y’always have been beautiful. I’m just here to help remind you.”

After what felt like eternity, you reluctantly sighed and allowed Steve to move and grab a warm towel to help clean the mess between your thighs. As he rounded the corner after dropping the towel into the laundry, he grinned as he saw you curled up in the bed. You couldn’t help but smile and make grabby hands at him, signaling you wanted him back in the bed with you.

Steve happily obliged and pulled you into him, so he could curl around your back and lay a hand over your waist. You placed your arm over his and laced your fingers together, enjoying the safety and warmth that he provided you. Steve pecked the back of your neck a few times before he quieted and eventually began to snore lightly. He always was the first to fall asleep after sex.

As you laid there, wrapped in Steve’s arms, you hummed happily. The week had, no doubt, been one of the worst you’d experienced in a while, but it was the moments like these that helped you forget. It was Steve who helped you forget. No matter what was going on, he would always be the one to hold you and help you to feel better. You were supposed to have a nice date night and enjoy a nice dinner together, and instead he used tonight to help you feel good about yourself. Steve Rogers was truly one of the best men you had ever met.

If only you knew about the silver ring, nestled away in a box in the pocket of his jeans - a symbol to prove he felt the same way.

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quirk shenanigans!

u didnt specify which quirk so i just surprised you :)

send me a trope and i'll write a bkdk drabble!

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“I can fucking what?”

“You can hear someone’s thoughts,” the man Katsuki bumped into at the grocery store by accident responds, “the person whose thoughts about you you want to know the most. Sometimes it can be pretty bad, but most people actually come out of it with better self esteem. I hope that’s the case for you, hero Dynamight!”

“Not a hero yet,” Katsuki replies. He’s still in his third year, “how long does this fucking quirk last? Do I have to hear shitty Deku’s thoughts forever?”

Yeah. He knows it’s gonna be Deku.

“Not forever,” the man promises, “it usually lasts about twenty-four hours.”

“A whole goddamn day of Deku muttering in my goddamn head,” Katsuki sighs, “alright. Whatever. I can deal with this. Thanks, old man.”

��Uh, you’re welcome, hero Dynamight!” the man calls after Katsuki as he walks out of the store. He’s trying to mentally prepare himself for whatever Deku’s going to start mumbling in his head, but he’s also nervous. He knows why Deku is the one he’s going to hear the thoughts of; Deku has every right to secretly hate Katsuki, or be thinking about his demise every second of every day. Or maybe Deku hasn't truly forgiven him, or doesn’t want to be his friend. Katsuki would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little scared of whatever Deku thinks about him. But he’s Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, and he smiles in the face of danger. So he gets back to the dorms with his head held high, pretending he doesn’t give a fuck what Deku thinks of him. He’s not sure if he’ll tell Deku about it, maybe only if he has to confront him.

“Bakubro!” Kirishima yells when Katsuki steps inside the dorms, “you’re back!”

“I got all your shitty groceries,” Katsuki grunts, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter and starting to unpack them, “you shits need to eat healthier.”

“I can’t live without my Oreos, Bakugou,” Kaminari says. Katsuki rolls his eyes as he puts a box of cereal away, and from his periphery he sees Deku watching him from one of the tables in the common room, giving Katsuki a smile and a wave when they make eye contact. Katsuki rolls his eyes, but he does wave back. Deku beams.

Kacchan is so kind, putting away everyone’s groceries and looking out for his friends to eat better! I’m so happy that we’ve become friends again.

Katsuki jolts at the words in his head. That was not what he was expecting.

“Shitty Deku,” Katsuki mutters fondly, cheeks burning red.

Kacchan is so pretty, Katsuki hears as he reaches up to put something in a cabinet, he has such nice muscles. He’s so strong, and he works so hard.

Why the fuck did Katsuki worry Deku would secretly hate him? Now that he thinks about it, a constant stream of compliments makes so much more sense. It’s Izuku “Kacchan sugoi” Midoriya, for fuck’s sake. Katsuki sighs in relief.

Deku’s thoughts buzz with general affection for Katsuki for a while, and Katsuki blushes while he cooks. He doesn’t get anything specific from Deku until he’s finishing up the pork he’s cooking for katsudon, and Deku gasps in his mind.

Kacchan’s making katsudon! His katsudon is the best! Kacchan’s so amazing.

Katsuki snorts, even as butterflies storm his stomach. When he glances in Deku’s direction, the other boy has his head propped on his hands and his eyes are half-lidded. Kacchan, comes Deku’s thoughts, I love him so much.

Katsuki drops the pan he was holding. “You what?”

“Huh?” Deku yelps, turning bright red, “d-did I say that out loud?”

“No,” Katsuki ignores the pan and stalks out of the kitchen, walking towards Izuku, “I was hit with a quirk and I can hear your damn thoughts. Thought you’d secretly hate me or some shit, but apparently you-you fucking love me?”

“A quirk?” Izuku processes slowly, “secretly hate you? I could never!”

Not when Kacchan is so amazing, so worthy of being loved.

“Stop that!” Katsuki screeches, flustered. Deku eeps.

“Sorry, Kacchan!” Deku cries, “I really do love you, though.”

“I was not fucking expecting this today,” Katsuki says, and then sighs, “I love you too, Deku.”

Oh my fucking God Kacchan loves me Kacchan loves me and I love Kacchan Kacchan’s so amazing Kacchan loves me back this is real RED ALERT RED ALERT-

“DEKU.”

“Sorry!” Deku yells again, shutting his thoughts up, “I’m just so happy.”

Katsuki sighs. Deku is so fucking endearing. Even his thoughts are adorable, even if they’re also annoying as fuck. Katsuki loves him so much, though, so it’s okay.

“Me too,” Katsuki admits, and then leans forward and kisses Deku.

OH MY GOD KACCHAN’S KISSING ME, HE’S SO AMAZING-

“Deku, shut the fuck up!”