#i hope you enjoy and catch onto the subtleness of a FEW THINGS :) :)

[lorendiel]

@corxner liked for a spooky !

𝐓𝐎   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐁𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.   it   was   not   unknown   to   him,   this   void. 

 no,   it   dressed   itself   in   such   beauty   beyond   compare,   enticing.   it   was   art   how   it   swallowed   everything   whole   ;   threatening   to   DEVOUR.   and   YET,   this   was   an   entirely   different   environment.   there   was   a   bite   to   each   corner,   a   TAUNT   within   each   crevice   -   how   fascinating.

    &   most   of   all   -   would   be   the   odd   sensation   of….   reality   ?   it   is   as   if   things   are   but,   perhaps   they   are   not.   regardless,   it   would   be   an   understatement   that   mild   amusement   would   find   the   doctor   as   he   sees   none   other   than   FAUST. 

    “   now-    I   recall   you   asking   if   I   believe   in   the   𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋.   ”   red   umbrella   in   hand   is   offered   to   the   other,   inviting   him   into   a   SHARED   space    :

    “   I   may   just   change   my   mind.   What,   pray   tell,   brings   you   here,   Faust?   ”

[pyxxiestyxx]

Class-C

The shot glass sat in front of you, innocuous in appearance.  If you couldn't smell the tang of citrus, if you didn't catch the occasional sparkle suspended in it, you might think it mere water.

In front of you, your affini friend rested her head on her hand.  She practically bled smugness, the leaves around her neck slightly fluffed as if she was preening.  You rolled your eyes, mirroring her posture for the hell of it.

"So this is your bet?  Aren't Class-C's something on the 'dont mess with' list for terrans anyway?"

Her voice was a rolling purr as she answered, "Yes.  This is different.  A heavily diluted solution of a specific strain.  No lasting effects, just the intense feeling of a Class-C dose for about two hours."

The bet was simple: You had to make it through thirty minutes without confessing your love for her, or begging to be her floret.   She thought you couldn't do it.  You thought she was full of shit.  You had plenty of xenodrugs before, of course.  Class A's and E's were fun and relaxing, but ultimately you were still in control of things.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you picked up the shot and threw it back, the sweet flavor hitting your throat and tingling slightly as it went down.  You flipped the glass face down and slammed it onto the table, then looked up at her with a satisfying smirk.  "Easy."

Her smile only widened.  "We'll see." She flipped open her tablet and pressed a timer, starting a countdown clock.  She showed you it had thirty minutes remaining, then flipped it closed.  "No using the time you have left for rallying cries.  Just you, me, and the lovely chemicals your brain is about to be swimming in.  When the alarm rings, I'll administer the counteragent."

You scoffed, leaning back in my chair.  "You didn't even wait until it had begun to kick in?  Wow, you must really be confident."

"Oh, it begins nearly immediately.  Already the drug is interacting with those neurons, mixing in with seratonin and oxytocin and a few other things besides."

You looked at her, doubtful.  "Yeah?  Then how come I don't feel any different?"

"Sweetie, you've leaned halfway across the table already.  Move any further and you're likely to crush that shot glass you slammed down so viciously earlier." She gestured at your posture, causing you to hurriedly sit back into your chair with a blush.

"Shit, I...sorry.  Got carried away." You glanced down at the shot glass, biting your lip as you realized that you *had* been rather violent with it.  You carefully flipped it back upright, wiping the outside clean with your shirt.  "Um.  Sorry."

"Dear, did you just apologize to the glas-"

"NO!" Your face was properly red now.  Oh *stars*, you had!  You had just done something that embarrassing in front of your Best Friend and what if she thought you were silly now?  Would she not want to hang out with you?  You hoped not.  You really enjoyed her compa....wait....

Frowning, you shook your head roughly, slapping your cheeks a little.  It was just the drug.  You were in control.  The drugs were doing this.  But unlike the A or E, it was more...subtle.  or rather, it was potent, but you didn't even realize it until your best friend had pointed it out.  Gosh, she's so kind...

"Um, t-thank you for helping me remember I was drugged." The words felt good to say.  You wanted her to know how much you appreciated her after all.  So you could win the bet!

...

The bet?

"Wait, what happens if I lose?" You realized you had forgotten to ask that before.  Worried, you turned to look at her.

"Well, what would you like to happen, pet~al?" You blushed, realizing it was just like her to wait until you were...compromised before asking this.  Well, jokes on her!  You're still in control.

"Nothing!  I don't want anything to happen.  No new rules, no teasing, and no domestication.  Got it?"

She nodded, sagely.  "Of course.  In that case, I take that to mean that should you win, you'll get all of those wonderful things~"

You sputtered in shock.  "I- no! I don't want to... I'm...you can't be serious."

"Awww, is something wrong?" She smirked, her eyes flashing purples and golds in a way that made your heart melt.  "All you have to do now is lose, then~ Or are you so stubborn, you can't admit that you l~o~v~e me, flower?"

"I-I...you... fucking...."  You felt the indignation mix with the heady joy of her attention, of wanting to give into her, of wanting to beg.  She was trying to goad you.  She wanted you to win now.  She had entirely turned the rules on their head. 

But she also assumed you would take her bait.  You shook your head, biting your lip.  "I...fine.  I admit it."

"Admit what?" She had begun to rise up slightly, her hands clutching the edge of the table.  She was absolutely getting off on this.  You couldn't even meet her eyes, looking away and down.

"I love you?"

"Mmmm....I don't believe you." You could hear the smile in her voice, full of wicked glee.  "Say it louder, for one.  And look me in the eyes~ and don't be afraid to put a little more emotion in it, dearie.  This is a confession, after all~"

You whimpered, managing to drag your eyes up to meet hers.  Reluctantly, you allowed the feelings you had been fighting for several minutes now to wash over you, letting them guide your words.  "I l-love you...I need you..."

"I love you...?" She trailed off, waiting for you to complete it properly.  You wanted to scream, but instead all that came out was "Miss?"

"Dear, it's just a game.  You can use the one you want to use."

"I love you, Mommy."

"And?"

"A-and I want...I need to be your floret.  I need it, please stars I need it.  I...oh gods it's...I..." The feelings crashed through you in waves.

"Go~od job, petal.  You did it."  She slid the table out of the way, stepping into a kneel in front of you.  "You said those mushy gushy feelings!"

You nodded, pleased...until you remembered what that meant.  You weren't going to get anything now.  You had just said so.  Tears sprang up, and you had to stifle a sudden sob.  "I...it's..."

She was lifting you into her arms now, cradling you closely to her chest.  "Shhhh...petal, it's alright.  You didn't lose, silly."

"I...w-what?"

She smiled at you.  "How would love for another ever be seen as losing?  You won, silly."

You won. That made sense to you now.  Especially when She said it.  You beamed up at Her, letting Her wipe the tears away.  "I won..."

"You won!  And guess what that means, dear?"

"I'm...I'm a..."

"You're Mommy's little floret now." She tapped your nose as she cooed, causing you to giggle a bit.  A wiggling little thought in your head popped up, though.

"You tricked me, Mommy!"

"Did I?  Well, you knew we affini never play fair when it comes to cuties like you.  Awfully brave of you to make a bet with me anyway, wasn't it?  Almost like you wan~ted this, darling~" she purred at you, her eyes filled with light and warmth.  You thought you couldn't possibly blush more, but it turns out you definitely could.

"I...noooooooooo!!!  I didn't...I mean....maybe?"

"Silly little flower." She picked up her tablet, turning it back on and dismissing the timer, which had paused as soon as she had closed it.  "Now, let's get you home.  We have a contract to sign~"

[eatmyheartoutjpg]

𓇻 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗖'𝘀 ᵃᵐᵇᵉˢˢᵃ ᵐᵉᵈᵃʳᵈᵃ ˣ ᵍⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ;; Headcanon. Romantic/Wholesome. SFW. Overall just Ambessa Medarda with you and your relationship dynamic. 𝘼/𝙉 ;; First Arcane fic here! I hope you guys enjoy! Might add onto this if it's really liked.

11.21.24

— Ambessa never outright claimed to be with you, but everyone knew. It was impossible to ignore the way she looked at you, how her piercing, commanding gaze always softened in your presence. The unspoken bond between you was clear, even to the most casual observer. — She was undeniably fond of you.

— Though you weren’t dating, engaged, or married, the connection between you two was undeniable. You spent an absurd amount of time together, always by her side, offering her your company whether it was necessary or not.

— You weren’t a servant or a subordinate—don’t get it twisted. You were much more than that. A close, trusted companion and perhaps something more—though Ambessa would never admit to loving you.

— Ambessa valued you too deeply to treat you as anything less than an equal, refusing to order you around or regard you as just another soldier under her command. — She called it “fondness,” never putting a more specific label on her emotions. For her, it was simpler that way. It wasn’t a romantic love, nor was it sexual desire. What she desired was your presence alone. You were her calm. — For example, during her rare moments of downtime, such as lounging on a couch and indulging in fresh grapes, she’d still ask for your company. To her, it didn’t matter what she was doing—whether doing paperwork, working out, indulging in wine, or doing absolutely nothing—you needed to be there. Your presence was as essential to her.

— This respect and value she placed on you extended far beyond what others might have expected. Ambessa, known for her formidable strength and unshakable pride, showed refusal in indulgence. She avoided the temptations of foreign escorts or other offered pleasures, choosing instead to keep her dignity intact when you were around. She wouldn’t dare lower herself in your eyes. — Instead, when on expeditions in foreign lands, she turned her attention to things she thought you might enjoy.

— During a visit to Piltover, for instance, to see her daughter, Mel Medarda, Ambessa chose not to indulge in distractions. She dismissed her guards and subordinates, deciding instead to explore the city with only you by her side. It was a quiet, intimate moment—just the two of you walking through the bustling streets. — Mel was unsurprised to see you. She had grown accustomed to your constant presence in her mother’s life, even before her exile. In truth, Mel recognized the subtle influence you had on Ambessa—a thread of reason tying her to humanity. If you weren’t there, Mel believed, a few more heads might have rolled over the years.

— And yet, you didn’t seem disturbed by Ambessa��s brutality. At most, you were slightly unsettled, but you understood her. You saw the reasons behind her actions. That was enough for you.

— You accepted her for who she was, flaws and all, offering her something she rarely allowed herself: unconditional companionship — You’ve become her moral compass in a way she’d never admit. She catches herself pausing before making decisions, wondering how you’d react or whether you’d approve. — You’ve introduced her to softer moments in life. For example, you’ve convinced her to take small breaks to watch sunsets, sit by the waters, or enjoy simpler meals without grand banquets. She doesn’t say it, but these are some of her favorite moments. — Because of you, she has developed a subtle patience. Where she once might have resorted to immediate, bloody solutions, she now considers alternatives—though she’ll always default to force if her hand is forced.

— Ambessa doesn’t openly show affection, but her actions speak volumes. She remembers every small detail about you—your favorite foods, your preferred wine, the exact temperature you like your tea—and ensures they're always available wherever you go.

— She doesn’t say it outright, but she makes sure you're warm in cold climates by draping her signature red cloak over your shoulders.

— Ambessa always positions herself between you and potential threats, even in mundane situations like crowded markets or political meetings. Her protective nature is subtle but unyielding, her large figure easily covering you. — Whenever she returns from a journey without you, she always brings back a small token—a beautifully carved trinket, a rare flower, or a piece of jewelry she claims “caught her eye”

ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ

[nhlclover]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒

— cozytober masterlist !

summary: you finally convince matthew to face his fears by watching a horror movie.

warnings: definite spoilers of The Conjuring, couple swear words,

word count: 1.11k

notes: fourth installment of cozytober! hope you guys enjoy this one

You shift on the couch, settling next to Matthew with the remote in hand, your excitement barely contained. You clicked through the titles before finding The Conjuring and selecting it.

You glance over at Matthew, who’s leaning back, arms crossed over his chest as he does his best impression of calm confidence. “You sure about this?” you tease, raising an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

“Yes I’m sure. It can’t be that bad,” Matthew replied, voice dripping with forced confidence. “It’s just a movie, it’s fake. How scary can it be?”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a laugh. He’s putting on that brave face, but you can see the way his foot taps against the carpet, the slight tension in his posture that gives him away. It’s adorable, really. He’s never been good with horror movies, and you know tonight is going to be no different.

The one thing that you and Matthew seemed to be at odds about was movies. You liked sci-fi and action movies, while Matthew preferred comedy and even the occasional romance. However, your biggest dissimilarity was when it came to horror movies. You loved every gorey flick, every jump scare that had your heart pounding in your chest. Matthew, however, couldn’t stand the genre. He’d never admit that it’s because the category scared him, instead claiming they’re too predictable or cheesy, but he couldn’t seem to get through any horror flick without pausing multiple times and being plagued with nightmares about the movies content. When he watched Childs Play with his brother a few years back, it took a nearly a full month for Matthew to stop seeing Chucky in his dreams.

You raised an eyebrow, doubting his bravado. “Uh-huh, just remember you said that.” You couldn’t help but smirk as you pressed play, the ominous opening music filling the room. Matthew shuffled a little, and you noticed the subtle tension in his shoulders. He might’ve been putting on a tough act, but the atmosphere was already getting to him.

The movie begins, creeping in with its unsettling buildup, and you sneak a glance at Matthew. The tension in his jaw betrays him as the camera pans across the creepy Annabelle doll. His fingers tap against his thigh, faster now, and his eyes are wide, a little too focused on the screen, as if by sheer willpower he can keep the fear at bay.

“You okay there, Matty?” you asked, nudging him lightly.

“I’m fine.” he said a little too quickly. His eyes stayed glued to the screen, but you caught the way he flinched when the first jump scare hit — a door slamming shut. You snickered softly, Matthew throwing you a sideways look. “It was loud, I wasn’t expecting it.” he said.

His tough guy act only lasted so long, the movie beginning to tear down his defenses. Every tense moment accentuated by creepy music, caused Matthew to shift closer to you, whether he realized or not. When the demon finally showed itself, jumping off the closet, Matthew grabbed onto your arm. You glance down at it, his fingers gripping you a little tighter than necessary, but you decide not to say anything. His pride’s already hanging by a thread.

The atmosphere in the room is thick now, and when the climax of the movie hits—the mother’s possession scene — Matthew’s resolve crumbles. His breath hitches, his body tense, and when you turn to check on him, you catch him squeezing his eyes shut, the blanket pulled up so high it’s practically a shield.

“Matty,” you whisper, nudging him lightly, “you’ve gotta watch the rest. You’re missing the best part.”

“I’m watching,” he mutters, voice muffled behind the fabric. “Just… taking a break.”

“C’mon, you gotta see the ending. It’s the scariest part,” you coax with a grin, watching as he cracks one eye open, then immediately shuts it again. A small giggle escapes you, but you let him be. The poor guy’s already hanging on by a thread.

Without even realizing it, Matthew ends up practically wrapped around you by the time the movie reaches its terrifying conclusion. His arms are tight around your waist, like you’re some kind of human shield, and his cheek rests lightly against your shoulder. It’s kind of sweet, really, and you’re definitely not complaining about the sudden closeness.

Finally, the credits rolled, and Matthew let out a long breath of relief, sinking back into the couch like a man who had just survived a battle. He stayed quiet for a second, as if gathering himself.

You turn to him, a smirk playing on your lips. “Well? Thoughts? Ready for round two? I hear Insidious is next-level scary.”

The look he gives you is pure exasperation, his eyes wide, like you’ve suggested jumping out of a plane without a parachute. “Not a chance in hell. You’re twisted for enjoying these movies.”

You burst into laughter, the sound filling the room as Matthew shakes his head, still looking a little rattled. He mutters something under his breath about you being a “crazy bitch,” but there’s no bite to it, just fond exasperation.

“Okay, okay,” you say between giggles. “I promise, no more horror tonight. But… maybe next time?”

“Next time?” He raises an eyebrow, still eyeing you warily. “There’s not gonna be a next time.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” you say in a low tone. Despite the movie ending a few minutes ago, your conversation turning playful, you could still sense Matthew dripping with tension.

“You okay?” you ask, rubbing his arm softly.

“I’m fine…” Matthew reassures you. “But I will be seeing that creepy ass woman in my dreams tonight.”

You snort, grabbing the remote from the cushion beside you. “How about we leave off on a lighter note?”

Matthew’s eyes soften with relief as you scroll through the options, finally landing on a colorful, cheerful title. “How about Hotel Transylvania? No jump scares, no possessed moms… just some cute cartoon monsters.”

He visibly relaxes at the suggestion, sinking into the couch as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, giving you a light squeeze. “Now that I can handle.”

You hit play, and as the goofy, fun atmosphere of the movie took over, you nestled back into Matthew’s arms, both of you finally at ease.

You hit play, settling back into Matthew’s arms as the room fills with the playful, goofy sounds of the animated movie. The tension from The Conjuring melts away, leaving behind a cozy warmth as the two of you snuggle up together. Maybe horror wasn’t his thing, but moments like this? You wouldn’t trade them for anything.

[hard-core-super-star]

kate who gets horny when she sees reader wearing her hoddie 🙏🙏

-💜

what your hands were made for [K.Bishop]

pairing: bottom!kate bishop x top!reader

summary: kate ruins a cute moment by getting a little too excited about you wearing her hoodie.

warnings: SMUT -> minors, this isn't for you [grinding/humping; pet play is more than a little implied...my hand slipped :); kate gets needy and cums very fast; teasing; kate's praise kink goes brrr; subby puppy gf kate]

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: i've missed writing for kate so much that i blacked out and wrote most of this in one sitting. i literally can't tell you who the dominant one is supposed to be here and i feel like that's exactly the way kate would like it lmao. anywho, i'm still thinking about the marvels so have this while i recover. i hope you enjoy <3

* * * * * * *

It’s a cold early morning in New York when your eyes open to the sight of your adorable, sleeping, girlfriend. A small smile pulls at your lips as you take her in, everything from her disheveled hair to the subtle crinkle between her eyebrows sends your heart soaring.

You can’t resist the urge to reach out and tuck a piece of her wild hair behind her ear. She stirs but only to wrap her arms tighter around your waist, an incoherent murmur of a complaint tumbling out of her parted lips. 

Kate Bishop is many things…except a morning person, something you’ve had to learn the hard way. It’s honestly a miracle she’s managed to make it to most of her early morning missions on time considering how many attempts it takes to get her to even consider getting up in the morning.

It’s hard to find her bad habit annoying when she looks so damn cute, though. 

Unfortunately for her, you’re awake, you’re hungry and Clint’s supposed to drop off her beloved golden retriever in a few hours.

You don’t necessarily understand the arrangement the two archers have but you know it can’t do Lucky any harm to be taken to the Barton’s home every once in a while. Especially during weeks when Kate is swamped with superhero work and can’t find the energy to be dragged around Central Park for a few hours.

So, you disentangle yourself from the brunette’s strong embrace and get up. 

You hear her grumble again while your hands reach for the warmest thing in sight: one of Kate’s purple hoodies chaotically thrown onto her bedside table. Any other day you’d be fighting the urge to scold her for never putting her clothes in her ridiculously large closet but today, the hoodie saves you from the cold air that nips at your skin.  

The tell-tale sound of sheets rustling around fills the room for a few seconds before Kate speaks up.

“Where are you going?” She groans, her voice carrying traces of that sleep-filled raspiness you've come to love. 

“To get ready. Clint’s coming to drop off Lucky.”

“Yeah, but that's not until later and your girlfriend wants cuddles right now.”

You turn around to face her, ready to tease her for being such a grump in the morning, only to find the archer watching you with wide eyes.

“Um…you okay, babe?”

Your voice brings her out of her thoughts and you catch sight of the pink hue that threatens to overtake her beautiful face. “Yeah…yeah, just…that hoodie looks really good on you.”

“Thank you, I stole it from my grumpy girlfriend.” 

You're technically making fun of her but all she can focus on is the way her hoodie looks on you. On the subtle smirk that pulls at your lips and the small token of possession it represents. 

She's not a jealous person or an overly controlling partner but the thought of you wearing her things, of showing you're her partner and no one else’s…stirs something inside her that she's never felt before.

You can see it. 

The way her face slowly changes from a sleepy and dazed look to hungry eyes that seem to try to devour you with a single glance. It would be startling if you didn’t know her so well.

“Come here,” she says as she extends her arms out to you.

“You’re not even going to sit up?” You can’t resist the urge to tease her even while you do exactly what she asks of you.

She merely shakes her head in response, stable hands grabbing your waist and pulling you down on top of her. You don’t even get the chance to come up with another teasing remark before she’s leaning up and stealing your thoughts away with a kiss.

You sink into her, an almost inaudible sigh slipping out of your mouth and into Kate’s as the two of you mold together. Her hands mess with the fabric of the hoodie adorning your figure but she makes no move to remove the barrier just yet.

You assume she’s just waiting for your permission to take it off until she starts caressing you over the fabric. There’s no time to question what exactly she’s doing though since her lips detach from yours only so she can nip at your jawline. “God…you look so good in my clothes, baby.”

“Yeah? Is that why you’re trying to hump the air right now?”

The groan you hear in response is exactly what you’re expecting. 

What you don’t expect however is for her hips to literally buck against the air. Your words were supposed to be a joke but of course, your girlfriend would be into it. There’s a reason you call her your golden retriever girlfriend and it’s not just because of how loyal she is.  

Her hands go from soft and exploratory to demanding in an instant and you let out a groan of your own as she maneuvers your body until she’s able to trap your knee between her legs.

She’s been awake for less than ten minutes and she already has you right where she wants you.

“Kate-” She smothers the rest of your sentence with her lips and yet you can’t find it in yourself to be mad about the interruption.

You’re too busy kissing her back to attempt to tease her once she starts moving against you, impatient hips rocking every which way to find some relief. It’s hot and adorable in ways that make your heart clench and your clit throb with need. 

“Fuck,” she mumbles against your lips.

You take the opportunity to glide your hands underneath her shirt and remove it from her in one move. She shudders, both from the cold air and the pleasure overtaking her body, and it’s a sight you don't ever want to forget.

Kate’s desperation is palpable but you enjoy watching the way she writhes under you too much to touch her the way she needs. You merely let her grind against you while your hands explore her chest, basking in the beautiful, needy, sounds you draw out of her.

You're in the middle of teasing her hardened nipples when she breaks. 

“y/n…babe…please…” There’s no sweeter sound than the sound of your girlfriend giving in to the pleasure only you can make her feel. 

“Already?” You ask through a chuckle, watching as your words make her eyes clench shut. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Shut up,” she grumbles before another moan tumbles out of her.

She grips the front of your hoodie with an iron grip, pulling you down against her so she can kiss you again. You let her do what she wants while enjoying every beautiful second of her borderline frantic movements. 

It’s unreal how fast she crumbles under you, how quick she is to lose the confident act and let herself drop into a state where all she wants, all she needs, is you. Even the air she breathes is incomparable to how alive you make her feel during moments like these.

Your lips leave hers right as you push your knee against her center. You’re sure she’s seconds away from soaking through her sweatpants considering how hard she’s humping you. 

“y/n-” She gasps, her back arched and her muscles strained while she rocks against you. “Please, I can’t…”

You admire her for a few seconds before giving her the permission she not so secretly craves. “I know, you’re just a needy pup, aren’t you? You can’t help yourself, can you, Katie?”

Her eyes fly open at that and the dazed look in her eyes is more than enough of a reward for you. She nods furiously in response, clearly only a few mess thrusts away from falling apart. “Yes, yes, I am, please, baby.”

“Good girl,” you say with that proud grin that makes her melt every time. “Go on, cum for me, puppy.”

The reaction your words coax out of her is instantaneous and it’s more than enough to leave your own underwear soaked through. Your arousal is the last thing on your mind though when you have a whiny, shaky Kate Bishop wildly grinding against you while she succumbs to her orgasm and the searing pleasure it leaves behind.  

You watch her for a few seconds, doing everything in your power to commit the sight to memory, before leaning down and pressing a few feather-light kisses to her sweaty skin. “So pretty for me, you did so good, puppy.”

The only sound that comes out of her is her heavy breathing and the quiet whine she can’t keep in every time she hears you call her puppy again. It takes her a few seconds to come back down to Earth and you wait patiently for her, pressing soft kisses all over her face and mumbling all the words that soothe the gentle storm inside of her.

Her hands finally release your hoodie and she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and groaning when you move so you’re not pressing up against her cunt anymore.

“You okay?” You whisper against her.

“Mhmm. More than okay, actually.” 

Kate doesn’t give you a chance to respond. She doesn't give you a chance to do anything but let out a gasp as she rolls the two of you over and triumphantly lands on top of you.

She wastes no time in burying her flushed face into your neck and nuzzling the warm skin she finds.

“We’re gonna have to get up eventually, puppy,” you remind her even though you’re already running your fingers through her messy hair and basking in the intimacy of the moment. 

“That sounds like a problem for later.”

She’s technically not wrong and it’s obvious she’s mere seconds from falling asleep again so you bite your tongue and let her have her win. As far as mornings go, this might be your favorite way of spending them, tangled up completely with the archer that owns your heart.

[turtletaubwrites]

Don't Get Lost ~ Part 2

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,570

This is part 2 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Series Link

Summary: You’re still reeling from the amazing sex you’d had with your crew mate the day before, and the arrangement you’d agreed to. To help each other out. So you join the swordsman as he heads to town to pick up some necessary supplies. Can you keep yourself from getting flustered around him? You give it a try.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Smut, Rough Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Blow Jobs, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling, Choking, Cunnilingus, Swearing, Casual Sex, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Condoms, Aftercare, Alcohol, Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Friends with Benefits, Crewmates with Benefits, Zoro's a straight to the point kinda guy, and we love that

A/N: More Zoro smut for you! I swear I'm trying to write short smut with zero plot, but then my lil fingers keep tapping. I've got more plans for these crewmates with benefits, so I hope you enjoy this one!

Last night, Zoro had helped you to your quarters and you’d passed the fuck out. Sanji tapped on your door after dinner to bring you a plate which you’d gratefully devoured. 

I can’t believe that actually happened. 

Every time you remembered Zoro’s hands, his mouth, his everything on you, you had to fight an audible moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

I’m in deep trouble now. 

You’d managed to get ready and make it to breakfast. 

Zoro gave you a subtle wink as he sat down next to you before addressing the group.

“I’m heading to town, gonna pick up a few things.”

“You should have come with us yesterday! We’re leaving in the morning, I don’t want to spend the whole day looking for you when you can’t find your way back.”

You bit back a laugh at Nami’s valid concern.

“I’ll go with him, make sure he won’t get lost,” you caught yourself saying. Your eyes went wide as you worried it was pushing things with Zoro too far. Zoro’s thigh pressed against yours and you hoped your skin flushing with heat wasn’t too noticeable. 

“I’d like to get some air before we leave,” you lied.

Nami crossed her arms at you and muttered, ‘fine,’ before barking orders at Usopp to check the sails after breakfast.

The walk away from the docks toward the town was awkward. You felt embarrassed, like you’d pushed a date onto him when it was supposed to be casual. You wanted to explain, but everything you came up with seemed like it would make it worse. 

“I wouldn’t have gotten lost.”

Zoro’s low declaration made you snort, and you clamped your hand over your mouth. 

He turned to you, an eyebrow raised as if in challenge.

“Got something to say?”

You remembered how flustered he’d made you last night, and you didn’t want to be stuck in that quiet, desperate state every time he was around you. You straightened your spine a bit and responded, staring into his dark, dangerous eyes. 

“You would totally have gotten lost.”

Zoro’s lips twitched before he sucked on his teeth, eyeing you up and down. 

“You’re going to pay for that.”

He kept walking while you had to stop and catch your breath from the chills that tickled up your neck and shoulders at his threat. 

“You comin’?”

You shook your hands at your sides a few times as you sprinted to catch up. 

The condoms he’d promised to buy were easy to find, and your eyes almost popped out of your head at the insane amount he’d purchased. 

“What? We don’t know if the next spot we land will have any. We’ve gotta be ready for anything.”

His smirk didn’t match his casual tone, and you caught yourself unable to speak again. 

You started to head back toward the Going Merry, but Zoro tapped you on the shoulder.”

“You hungry?”

Once again, you were overthinking things. We’re just crewmates. That fuck. We eat together all the time. Just cause we’re eating alone together at a restaurant doesn’t change that. 

Zoro had ordered a few beers for lunch, and you joined him. You knew you couldn’t keep up with him, so you didn’t try at all. Just enjoyed the food and drink, even if it wasn’t as good as Sanji’s. 

You looked around the little pub, and enjoyed people watching. That was one of your favorite things about being a member of the crew. All the places you got to visit, all of the people you got to meet. 

Zoro leaned toward you over the small table, and his long legs shifted until his knees were between yours. You’d been mid sip and almost choked on your beer. You watched his knowing smile deepen as his knees pushed yours outward, spreading your legs under the table. His skin was so hot, even through the fabric between you. 

“Do you want to help me out today, Y/N?”

You bit your lip, trying not to move your body closer to his as you ached for more. 

“I could do that.”

He smiled, downing the rest of his drink. 

“Head to the bathroom. I’ll pay the tab and meet you there.”

Adrenaline pumped through you and you focused on walking nonchalantly instead of running to the bathroom. Luckily there were two, and you picked the nicer one. You raced to the mirror and mussed your hair how you liked it. You didn’t know what to do as you waited, so you sat in the little chair by the door. It felt like it was taking a while, and you chuckled at the thought that he might’ve gotten lost. 

Then he knocked before poking his head in, grinning when he saw you. He closed and locked it behind him, then motioned for you to stand before putting the chair in front of the door. 

You laughed at his overkill, but your laughter died in your throat when he turned to face you. 

“You said you’d help me out, how did you plan to do that?”

He stood close to you, his eyes even darker than normal. 

Your mouth watered, and you smiled before putting your hands on his waist, using them to slide down as you dropped to the floor. 

Zoro’s head fell back with a soft moan as your fingers pulled at his pants. He stepped away for a moment, removing his swords and placing them carefully within reach. Zoro walked back to you, watching as your tongue hung loose in your mouth and you bounced lightly on your calves. 

“Such a dirty little girl, so eager to feel my cock down your throat.”

You whined for him, feeling wetness already dripping between your legs. 

He chuckled as he freed his length from his pants. Your eyes rolled back for a moment, your memory of how long and heavy it was from the night before hitting you again.

You reached for him, wrapping your fingers around him, moaning as you felt him twitch. You licked his tip, looking up at him as you licked up the precum pooling there. His eyes rolled back, and then you hummed at his groans as you took in as much of his length as you could. You pulled back, dragging spit down his shaft so your hands could help you work. 

Zoro’s moans and shakes of pleasure sent chills along your skin, and you smiled with him still in your mouth. 

“Are you ready to help me out now?”

You looked up at Zoro with questioning eyes, only to see mischief in his own. He wrapped his fingers into the hair at the back of your head, you had a second to breathe and decide. You nodded and moaned your yes, and then choked as he shoved his cock down your throat. 

He pulled back to give you time to breathe, then tightened his grip on your hair more and continued his brutal thrusts. 

You held on for dear life, never having done this so intensely before. Tears and spit poured down your face, and you might have stopped it. Except Zoro’s grunts of pleasure and praise made your body clench in need, and you didn’t want to stop. You wanted to help him out, know that he was going to make you fucking weak with pleasure whenever you wanted him to. 

“That’s right, fuuck. Your throat feels so fucking good. I’m close, Y/N. Be a good girl, and swallow it all for me.”

You managed to moan under him, grasping at his thighs to steady yourself. You met his eyes, and seeing the feral heat the moment he went had you reeling. You did your best to relax, feeling his cock pulsing as hot cum poured down your throat. It was intoxicating, feeling his pleasure running through your body. Knowing he’d used you, taken you, and that your body had given him what he needed. 

Zoro pulled out slowly, and you swallowed, licking at him as he pulled away. He knelt in front of you and you gasped as he gripped your chin, sticking his finger in your mouth. 

“Show me,” he demanded in a near growl. You opened wide, sticking your tongue out as you whimpered and ached for him.

His satisfied smirk made you shiver as he kissed your lips softly. He pulled back, and you were breathless as he pulled you into the air. 

“Looks like you’ve earned dessert.”

Your eyes rolled back as Zoro pushed you against the wall. He tore you out of your pants and gave a low chuckle at the sight of your drenched panties. He shoved his fingers into your folds, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Y/N. You loved sucking my cock that much?”

“Mm, yes, Zoro. I loved your cock down my throat.”

He groaned. “Damn, you’re so fucking needy. I might need to fuck you again right here if you don’t stop your begging.”

You cried out, almost losing balance. His face was by yours, one hand pressing your shoulder into the wall, while his other hand fucked your dripping cunt. His fingers went so deep, curling and torturing that sweet spot inside you, while the heel of his palm rubbed along your clit with each push. He shifted his other hand to your neck, and started choking you lightly as he whispered in your ear. The feeling of his fingers around your throat getting tighter almost had you coming right then.

“Is that what you want, Y/N? You want me to fuck you against the wall? You’re that fucking desperate, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you, Zoro,” you breathed out, trying to gain some footing with this intense man.

He laughed as his fingers brought you closer and closer. 

“Well, is it true?”

You groaned, body betraying you, and you had to give in to his smug look. I’m so fucked.

“Yes, Zoro, please fuck me right here.”

He gave you a shit eating grin, and you whined as his fingers left you, leaving you just on the brink.

He chuckled at your panic as he dug in his pockets.

“Finger yourself, needy girl.”

You brought your fingers to your clit, wanting his long, powerful fingers back where they belonged. But your mouth fell open with need as you watched Zoro put the condom on. He smirked at you while he forced it down his length. 

“You really do want this cock that much.”

It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyway.

“I want that pretty pussy of yours too, baby.”

Your eyes rolled back, and you heard Zoro hit the ground. By the time you’d opened your eyes, Zoro was on his knees, pushing your hand aside, and kissing your clit, then licking, sucking, and biting just as he plunged his fingers back in to attack your g spot. 

You chewed on your wrist, panting and drooling as you tried not to scream. 

His movements were so rough, but it just built your pleasure faster until you came on his face. His low chuckle rumbled through you as he licked you up, and it sent more pleasure and twitching through your body.

“Your pussy tastes so good, Y/N. I’m going to fucking ruin it.”

You moaned, then bit back a scream as he flipped you around, shoving your face into the wall. Your cunt was still throbbing from the orgasm he’d just given you, and he stuck his fingers in your mouth to muffle your screams as he shoved his cock into you. 

It was too fucking much, so much as he slammed harder and harder. With one hand gripped on your waist, he fucked you into the wall, it felt like he’d fuck you out to the other side. Tears streamed down your face as you choked on his fingers, about to tap out until you felt yourself there again. 

“Fuck yes, come on my cock. Show me how much you love it, dirty girl.”

Zoro’s own voice was strained, and you felt his punishing thrusts starting to stutter. You were so close again, the pain and pleasure taking you over. Zoro leaned toward you, growling against your skin.

“You want my cock again, you’d better come right the fuck now.”

His threat tickled along your ear, and it sent you over the edge. You felt your pussy milking him so hard, and his groans of pleasure as he came kept yours going. You thought you were going to shake out of your own skin with how intense the climax felt. He stayed in you, removing his fingers from your mouth as you both came down. Little twitches kept moving through both of you. He groaned as your body clenched around him again, then his cock twitched inside you, and you both laughed at the cycle. 

Finally, he pulled out, and helped you sit in the little chair. What a perfect little bathroom to fuck in. 

You giggled at your thought and he tilted his head at you while he removed the full condom. Your mouth fell open at the sight and he shook his head at you. 

“You really are something, Y/N.”

You managed to smile at him, still not able to move much else. 

“What am I?”

Zoro wet some towels and came toward you, kneeling before the chair as he started to clean you up gently. 

“Fucking needy, for one thing.”

You stuck your tongue out at his smug face.

“That’s alright though. Now I can take care of that for you.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the promise of more of that. 

You had no fucking idea what time it was, as Zoro helped you walk through the pub. 

“Sorry everyone, this little girl couldn’t handle her beer.”

You wanted to punch him as your cheeks flushed red, but it sure looked like it with how he still had to help you walk. 

You finally managed to walk on your own, noticing it looked much later than you expected when you got outside.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” you muttered.

“Oh, what are you gonna do to me?”

Zoro’s teasing face looked very punchable, but you knew that would be an impossible task. 

You smirked back at him, and teased before trying to run for the ship. 

“Next time I’ll just leave you somewhere, and you’ll get so lost you won’t be able to find another needy girl to fuck.”

Laughing, you almost tripped over your feet while sprinting. The ship was almost in sight, but Zoro’s strong hand caught your wrist, making you yelp. 

“That’s not gonna happen. I won’t get lost. I’m not done with you yet.”

Zoro gripped your hair and made you face him, then traced his fingers on your lips, drawing your lower lip down until it pulled back into place.

You whispered his name, heart racing at his intensity. His eyes seemed to refocus and he dropped his grip. 

“Let’s get back to the ship. We need to scope the place out to find the best spots. We’ve got a lot of condoms to go through.”

You choked with laughter, then followed Zoro back to the ship. You hoped the rest of the crew wouldn’t notice a change. 

And you hoped the swordsman would stay and keep his promise. Don’t get lost. 

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Part 3: Does That Work For You, Needy?

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[rylem33]

Going Red

I hope you enjoy this new story.

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Soraya twirled the small capsule between her fingers, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde hair hung loosely around her face, just like it always had. She sighed, her eyes tracing over her familiar features—soft, pretty, but nothing special. She had looked the same for years, stuck in a version of herself she wasn’t sure she liked anymore. The same clothes, the same hairstyle, the same routine.

She glanced at her phone lying on the dresser. Jessica was out again, probably with friends, living her life, while Soraya sat at home, scrolling through social media, watching others live the life she wished she had. Parties, dates, adventures—everything Soraya avoided, whether by choice or because it seemed easier to stay on the sidelines.

She rubbed her thumb over the capsule in her hand, staring at it with a mix of hope and doubt. The idea of red hair had always intrigued her. It was bold, daring, everything she wasn’t. But every time she thought about going to a salon, she chickened out. The idea of sitting in a chair, letting someone else change her appearance—actually change something—felt too big, too scary.

Then she had seen the Instagram post: “Transform in an instant! One pill for the perfect look—no salon needed!” The influencers made it look easy, flaunting their bright, colorful hair like it was just another filter. A quick fix. Something she could do in the privacy of her own room, without having to explain it to anyone. Without anyone watching her.

Taking a deep breath, she popped the pill into her mouth, washing it down with water. What’s the worst that could happen? she thought, trying to reassure herself. It’s just hair.

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Hours later, Soraya sat at her vanity.  Truthfully, she’s spent a lot of the last few hours just staring and waiting. This time though, she noticed something in the mirror. The blonde strands at her roots had shifted into a soft copper tone. Her heart skipped a beat. It was actually happening.

The red hue was subtle at first, but it deepened as she watched, flowing through her hair like it was always meant to be there. She ran her fingers through the strands, smiling as the color took hold—a gorgeous blend of auburn and copper, shimmering in the light. It was exactly what she wanted.

Just then, her bedroom door opened, and Jessica, her roommate, walked in, phone in hand. “Hey, I was thinking we could—” She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as they locked onto Soraya’s hair. “Holy shit, when did you dye your hair?”

Soraya grinned, tossing her red locks over her shoulder. “I didn’t go to the salon. I took a pill.”

“A pill?” Jessica raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Like, one of those Instagram things? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I know. It sounds crazy, but look!” Soraya turned her head slightly, letting the light catch the fiery strands. “It worked. I love it!”

Jessica stepped closer, eyes narrowing as she examined the color. “Okay, I’ll admit, it does look amazing. But… are you sure it’s safe?”

“Come on, Jess. It’s just hair. What’s the worst that could happen?” Soraya said with a laugh, brushing off Jessica’s concern. She felt lighter already—more confident. The red suited her, brought out a side of her she had been eager to embrace.

Jessica nodded slowly. “Well, it does look good. Just… let me know if your head starts glowing or something.”

Soraya chuckled, waving her off. “Relax. I’m fine. It’s just the hair.”

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A couple of hours later, Soraya found herself pacing her room, her thoughts lingering on her earlier conversation with Jessica. As she passed by the mirror, she caught another glimpse of herself—this time, something felt off. She stared at her reflection more closely.

Her hair was still the perfect shade of red, but… something about her body looked different. She frowned, adjusting her shirt. It clung to her frame a little more snugly than usual, especially around her waist and chest.

She shook it off, attributing it to the confidence boost from the hair color. I’m imagining things. It’s just the hair.

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Later that evening, Jessica returned to their apartment, swinging the door open and casually tossing her bag onto the couch. As she walked toward Soraya’s room, she called out, “So, how’s life as a redhead?”

Jessica paused at the doorway when her eyes landed on Soraya. She was no longer lounging in her usual casual clothes. Instead, she was standing in front of her mirror, wearing a tight, strappy black outfit that clung to every curve of her now-altered body. Her chest was fuller, her waist cinched, and her hips flared in a way that was impossible to ignore. Soraya looked… stunning.

Jessica blinked, trying to process the sight in front of her. “Holy shit… that’s… different.” She struggled to find the right words.

Soraya ran her hands down her body, feeling the fabric hug her new curves. A part of her reveled in how good she looked, but another part—the real her—felt uneasy, like she wasn’t entirely herself. “Yeah… I know,” she said quietly.

Jessica stepped into the room, eyeing Soraya closely. “You’ve… changed a lot. It’s not just your hair, Soraya. Look at you. That pill didn’t just give you red hair, it’s…” Her voice trailed off, unsure how to continue without offending her.

“I know,” Soraya admitted, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She could see the changes—how her breasts were larger, her waist slimmer, her entire body more voluptuous. Her lips were fuller, her skin practically glowing. It wasn’t subtle anymore. “I just… I can’t stop it. It’s happening whether I like it or not.”

Jessica’s eyes widened, her concern deepening. “Have you checked online? Do you know what this thing is actually doing to you?”

Soraya’s temper flared, the intensity of her emotions hitting her like a wave. She turned sharply, her voice dripping with irritation. “I don’t need you to lecture me, Jess. I can handle this.” Her words were harsher than she intended, and a flicker of regret crossed her face. But the anger wouldn’t subside.

Jessica held her hands up defensively. “I’m not lecturing you! I’m just… I’m worried about you, okay?”

“I said I can handle it,” Soraya snapped, her eyes narrowing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, the heat rising in her chest, the familiar wave of anger bubbling up again. Why am I so angry? she thought. 

Soraya quickly fled the room before things got worse.

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Soraya found herself pacing the room, her emotions raw but slowly cooling. She had stripped out of her tight outfit, now standing in just lingerie examining her new body.

I barely recognize myself, she thought, feeling a strange mix of awe and discomfort.

A soft knock on the door broke her thoughts, and Jessica stepped into the room cautiously. Soraya turned, meeting her gaze.

“Hey… you okay?” Jessica asked, her voice soft, hesitant. She approached Soraya carefully, as if she were still unsure what kind of mood her friend would be in.

Soraya nodded, her breathing steadying. “I’m… better. I’m sorry about earlier,” she said quietly. She ran a hand through her red hair, feeling the silky strands slip through her fingers. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, Jess.”

Jessica moved closer, her eyes scanning Soraya’s body, but her gaze lingered on her face, searching for some sign of the friend she knew. “I’m worried about you.”

Soraya shook her head, stepping closer to Jessica. “I can feel it… it’s like I’m different on the inside too.” Her voice was softer now, vulnerable.  As she gazed at Jessica, something shifted in her chest—something unfamiliar but undeniable.

Jessica placed a comforting hand on Soraya’s arm, her touch warm and steady. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. I’m here for you,” she promised.

But the warmth from Jessica’s hand sparked something deeper in Soraya. Her breath hitched, and her eyes locked with Jessica’s. This time, it wasn’t anger that bubbled up—it was something far more primal. Desire.

“You’re my friend, right Jess…” Soraya’s voice dropped, husky with something new. “Is that all you want to be?” She could feel the shift in her body, the pull toward Jessica, and it was intoxicating. Her pulse quickened, her thoughts muddled by the heat coursing through her.

Jessica blinked, startled by the sudden change in Soraya’s tone. “What? Soraya, I—”

Before Jessica could finish, Soraya moved even closer, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. She brushed her fingers down Jessica’s arm, the touch lingering, electric. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me sometimes?” she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. “The way you hover… like you’re waiting for something.”

Jessica’s eyes widened, her breath quickening, but she didn’t pull away. “Soraya, I—this isn’t…” She stammered, clearly thrown off by the shift in Soraya’s energy, but unable to deny the spark between them.

Soraya’s hand moved to Jessica’s cheek, her thumb brushing softly against her skin. “Maybe you’re more than just a friend,” she whispered, leaning in closer, her lips inches away from Jessica’s. 

Jessica hesitated, her eyes flicking down to Soraya’s lips before meeting her gaze again. “Soraya… I don’t think this is—”

But before Jessica could finish, Soraya’s lips were on hers—soft, hungry, full of the heat that had been building inside her. It wasn’t a slow kiss; it was fast, desperate.

Jessica gasped against her lips, her body stiffening for a moment before she melted into the kiss, her hands gripping Soraya’s waist. 

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Soraya lay back on the bed, her red hair spilling around her shoulders.  Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror, and for the first time in a long time, she smiled—a genuine smile.

Jessica stood by the door, watching Soraya carefully, unsure of what to say. Last night had been… intense. They’d crossed a line, and it had been good. Really good. But Jessica wasn’t sure where they stood now. They had always been friends, and as far as she knew, Soraya had never shown interest in women before.

At least, not until now.

“Come here,” Soraya said, her voice softer now, with an edge of playfulness. She patted the bed beside her, her eyes meeting Jessica’s. “You don’t have to be scared,” Soraya said, her voice teasing.

Jessica let out a nervous laugh, looking at Soraya with a mix of amusement and curiosity. “Is that so?”

Soraya smiled, leaning in closer. “Oh yeah. You’ll see.” She didn’t wait this time. She kissed Jessica, but it wasn’t frantic or wild. It was slow, confident. Jessica kissed her back, her hands coming up to touch Soraya’s face, pulling her in closer.  Her body pressed against Jessica’s, warm and soft.

When they pulled apart, Soraya stayed close, her forehead resting against Jessica’s. Soraya whispered, her lips curving into a small smile, “I guess redheads have more fun.”

Jessica laughed, her hands still resting on Soraya’s waist. “I think you might be right,” she said, shaking her head with a grin.

[jojosbingsu]

omgg i loved your jojo headcanon so much 🥹🩷! i was wondering if i could request the same thing but with maki instead! have a good one boo, love ya 🫶🏻!!!

Boyfriend Maki

Admin: Ellie

Genre: Fluff, Wholesome

Pairing: gn!reader x Maki

Word Count: 2.26K

Notes: Hello anon~! Thank you for your request! ^0^ I hope you enjoy my thoughts on boyfriend Maki. :) Please feel free to request again or leave your thoughts and opinions through the request box! Requests are always open and I’m always open to hearing feedback on my work~

You have never met someone who flirts as much as Riki does. This guy absolutely LOOOOOVES to flirt with and tease you because it makes him feel good to see you blushing over something he’s said or done. He’s subtle about it in public so you don’t get embarrassed around others but when you’re alone, he’s a flirt machine who lives his life for the sole reason of seeing you flustered. Even when you’re separated, he will text you cheesy pickup lines when he misses you or give you a quick video call to tell you he wanted to see your face for a few minutes.

Touching isn’t his primary love language but he sure does love to just hug and hold onto you. He feels the most comfortable when he’s relaxing on the sofa with his arms wrapped around you or when his head is resting against your shoulder, chest or back. Whenever you’re facing the opposite direction, he will give you a back hug and just lean into you to find comfort and feel more connected to you for a little while. 

That being said: Cuddles are almost mandatory. If you’re staying the night together, he won’t sleep comfortably unless he’s able to snuggle up close to you and wrap an arm loosely around you. If it’s cold or raining outside, you can almost guarantee he will find his way to your place. He will either want to cuddle close with you or just lay with his head in your lap while you’re busy with whatever else you’d like to do. 

Napping on your lap like a cat is another habit Riki has. When you’re busy playing a game or speaking with your friends, you’ll find your incredibly adorable boyfriend laying down with his head on your lap to catch a quick nap when he’s feeling tired. Running your fingers through his hair or caressing his face is a great way to help him fall asleep much faster. He will sometimes reach to pull one of your hands towards his chest to huge onto until he’s drifted off to sleep.

Riki’s primary love language is spending quality time with you. There’s nothing that makes him happier than just simply having his alone time with you, even if you’re not really doing anything besides lounging lazily on opposite ends of the couch together. As long as you’re with him, he’ll be the happiest guy in the world. His favorite activity to do with you would be going out on adventures or cooking with you! Riki is quite the chef these days, so he would love it if you’d be his second in command and help him whip up a yummy meal you guys could share over a nice at-home dinner date. 

Adventures with Riki would include going on road trips to places neither one of you have ever visited before or taking a simple hike through the woods to find a waterfall you could share a picnic in front of! Adventures could also be simple things like making a trip to the mall because he’s on the hunt for a specific teddy bear he saw a commercial for or going on a hunt for your favorite candy and making multiple stops along the way to find it. - There are no real rules or guidelines for what an “adventure” would be with Riki. Perhaps he would want to take you to an amusement park and label it as an adventurous date for you two! Whatever the case may be, make sure you’re prepared to be out all day!

PDA with Riki is almost non-existent. He loves you dearly and isn’t afraid to make it known that you’re HIS partner, but he doesn’t believe in showcasing “special” relationship moments to the public. Holding your hand or hugging onto you like a clingy monster while you’re out together is fine but you’ll never catch him smooching you in front of anyone else. To him, that kind of thing is special and private and he wants to keep those moments all to himself. He will call you by pet names in public to display affection, but physicality is saved for more private, intimate times where you’re away from the rest of the world. 

Very openly possessive over you. He tries not to sound like he views you as property by any means but he does absolutely try to make it abundantly clear that you are HIS partner and you’re not looking for another one when he feels that someone is being touchy or clingy with you. “It’s my job to fawn over you like that” is something you’ve heard many times before with a sulk coming to rest on his face when someone has struck his nerves the wrong way. He will sometimes clear his throat and glare at people when they’re making him uncomfortable with the way they look at or speak to you. 

He is forever talking about you when you’re not together. If he’s with his friends, he finds a way to mention you about 60 times in conversation just simply because he loves you and he adores sharing information about you with those he’s close with. Though he loves to mention you to his friends, it’s his family that never hears the end of stories about you. He really wants you to have a good relationship with his parents, so he’s forever running to them to gush about how much he loves you! He never forgets to make sure they know just how much you love him too, though! He always mentions how you’ve done something for him lately that made him feel special, such as baking him cookies or helping him sort through old clothes to get rid of when you had a free weekend to spend with him. 

Giving you gifts is something he does on a regular basis. Almost every time you see him, he’s got something new for you! Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, it’s coming home with him immediately and you just have to have it. He loves to get you nice smelling candles he thinks would set a relaxing mood for you or soft plush blankets that are decorated with your favorite cartoon characters.

Impromptu nerf battles + water gun fights. Let’s just be honest - Riki is a little kid trapped inside of his teenage body. He still has a heart full of childish wonder and joy, so you had better be prepared to get shot with nerf darts or water droplets at the most random moments in time. Whenever you show up to his house, already be prepared with your own nerf gun because he’s planning to get you from a window as you approach the front door. You have to beat him to the punch or else you’re losing the battle almost instantly. If you’re relaxing on the couch, keep an eye out because he’s absolutely planning something nefarious and you’ll want to catch him before he’s able to ensnare you in his nonsense. 

A complete wuss. He is the embodiment of "weenie hut junior" clientele. This guy is terrified of bugs and rodents of all kinds, so you had better hope none ever find their way into your living space. Riki for sure will NOT help you get rid of it. He will be the main one standing on a countertop screaming his lungs out. Your neighbors would think someone is getting killed because of how loud and hard he would scream if a bug or some kind of outside rodent suddenly approached him while hanging out at your place. Count him OUT, he's not dealing with it. You would have to call another friend or some sort of professional to deal with the issue because Riki would stand there screaming that it's trying to kill you. "GET AWAY FROM IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OH MY GOD IT'S GOING TO BITE YOUR FINGER OFF GET OVER HERE!" - He would trip major balls over it and end up embarrassing himself.

Always tries to play it off like he wasn't scared. "I was just messing with you! What do I look like being afraid of a bug smaller than my thumb nail?" -> Would become so embarrassed and flustered when you laughed at him and teased him for his behavior. Always has to find an excuse that makes him seem like less of a wuss. "No, I cried because my tummy hurt, I didn't even notice the grasshopper in here..." (sweating nervously because he doesn't know if it's gone yet)

When you guys don’t spend the night together, Riki has made it a habit to send you really sweet morning messages so you have something nice to wake up to in his absence. He’s always wishing that you have a great day and makes sure he reminds you of how much he loves you and how excited he is to see you again. He sometimes sends you photos of his outfit of the day before he heads out as well because he knows how much you love receiving photos of him. 

He likes to take you out for breakfast dates! He thinks going out for breakfast before splitting up for the day is a great way to make sure you both start off the morning on a positive note. He loves quiet mornings in the cafe with you before his day gets busy. He feels like you’re always giving him the strength he needs to keep a positive attitude about his busy schedule, often feeling as though you’re the reason he ends up having a good day. Your morning pep talks really seem to do wonders for the cutie pie and he will forever express his gratitude for your kindness. 

He sends voice notes of him crybabying from time to time if he thinks you’ve taken too long to respond to his messages when you’re separated. Of course he’s never actually mad or accusing you of anything, he just likes to complain and catch your attention. Sometimes you’ll tease him over the voice notes and it opens the door for him to tease you back, which we’ve already established is like his NUMBER ONE favorite thing to do to you. 

When you DOOO spend the night with Riki? Expect to be pampered. This guy makes it his mission to make sure you’re extra comfortable before going to bed when you’re with him. He will run a nice bath for you to relax in (he will sometimes join you in the tub so you can both enjoy the time of unwinding together), he will do skincare routines with you, stock up on your favorite snacks, and make sure he already has the comfiest and softest pajamas picked out for you to wear. 

Breakfast in bed when you stay the night with him! He wakes up extra early in the mornings after you’ve stayed the night at his place so he can prepare a nice breakfast for you to enjoy in bed. Sharing a lazy breakfast with you brings him a lot of comfort and peace. He feels like moments like those spent in bed sharing a meal are special and irreplaceable. He looks forward to surprising you with something different each morning and he finds it to be a very romantic bonding activity just for the two of you. 

Riki is the best when it comes to reassuring you and providing you with comfort when you need it the most. I feel like he’s probably one of the most open minded people you could ever meet, so he would always be understanding when you want or need more from him. He’s always ready to reassert his love and admiration for you. Most of the time, you don’t really have to ask for him to reassure you that he loves you and isn’t upset with you for any reason but if the time comes, all you have to do is say that maybe you feel a little emotionally distant from him and he’s quick to fix it. 

Aside from being the best at reassuring you, Riki also has stellar communication skills and habits. He never hides what he’s feeling from you and he makes it comfortable enough that you never have to hide your feelings either. If something is wrong, he will immediately speak up about it so you can clear the air as soon as the bad feelings hit so there is no animosity between you two. He allows space for you to do the same thing and is always ready to apologize when he knows he’s overstepped a boundary. 

Overall; Riki is a very sweet, tenderhearted and sometimes childish boyfriend. He likes to spoil you with candles and blankets, he pampers you with breakfast dates and warm baths, and he is very emotionally attached to you! He prefers to keep your relationship private (not hidden by any means) from the general public but he boasts about you nonstop to friends and family. He is a very loving guy who just wants you by his side all the time. He tries to make you as comfortable as possible and he’s always ready to make changes so you can both grow positively as a couple and as individuals. He's still learning how to be a good boyfriend, so he does sometimes slip up and make mistakes but it's no big deal. He's always taking accountability for his mess-ups and he's willing to learn from his mistakes so he doesn't make the same ones over again.

[maldaptivedreamer]

From Afar P. 5

When he's gone, he leaves you with the memories of his touch... The residual ache in your core, the ghost of his hands on your body, the lingering taste of him on your tongue…

content: Errors and mistakes, probably not entirely accurate to alien universe, angst, smut, name calling (pretty boy, love, darling, etc.), choking, manhandling ig, teasing

wc: ~2..3K

a/n: Not sure if I wanna end things on an angsty note or not. Lmk if there is a preference. Thanks to everyone who’s been reading!

NSFW MINORS DNI 18+

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Bjorn's warm body presses against your bare back as his slender fingers cover your mouth. His fingers slowly trace a path down before spreading across your neck. His breath is heavy against your ear as he whispers, “Hush, love. I love your noises, but I want to see how long you last until you beg.” He presses your hands into the table and moves his lips along your neck, “Want to do the teasin’ for once. I want to hear you beg for me. Can you do that for me, love?”

You hesitate, biting your lip. In response, Bjorn lightly squeezes your neck and urges, “Can you be a good girl for me, darling? Hmm?”

Whimpering as he grinds into you, you give him a tense nod.

Bjorn groans deeply; his voice becomes tight and low as he praises you, “Good girl, my pretty girl, my perfect girl…so good for me.” Slowly removing your shirt, he peppers kisses down the side of your neck and commands, “Keep your hands on the table love.”

Your fingers clench against the worn surface of the table. Bjorn's lips trail down your spine as he removes your jeans. His touch sends shivers throughout your body.

You struggle to keep still, every fiber of your being yearning to reach back and touch him. But you remember his command and force your hands to remain in place.

Bjorn's fingers dance along your core, barely ghosting over your skin. The teasing touch is maddening, and a small whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. You feel him smile against your back.

"Such lovely sounds," he murmurs. "But remember darling, you're supposed to beg."

His hands slide lower, caressing your hips before gripping them firmly. You bite your lip hard, refusing to give in so soon. Bjorn chuckles, clearly enjoying the affect he has on you.

"Stubborn girl," he says, voice husky with desire. He presses a harsh finger to your covered clit. Rough strokes cause your legs to tremble. You fight the urge to trap his hand between your thighs. Biting your lip to stifle any noise, you can't help but let out a few muffled whimpers. Just as you feel yourself reaching your peak, he stops.

With a teasing grin, Bjorn lightly pushes the tip of his finger into you, panties preventing him from fully entering. You let out a frustrated groan as he teases you, silently hoping he’ll give in first.

Suddenly, his hand on your hip moves to grip your throat tightly. He forcefully turns your face towards him, "What's wrong, love? Don't you like teasing me? Can't handle what you dish out, darling?"

At your silence, he flattens his finger along your core. Grinding against your clit, he barely enters you with his finger. Holding your throat in a tight grip, he thumbs at your pulse.

Your breath catches, pulse racing beneath his touch. He watches your face intently, drinking in every subtle reaction. Slowly, torturously, Bjorn pushes his finger as deep inside of you as the material allows. The pressure builds exquisitely at his teasing touch. A soft moan escapes your lips. Arching into his touch, you silently beg for more. His eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated with desire. He sees the silent plead in your eyes, the tremble in your hands as you try to keep them in place.

His only response it to tighten his grip on your throat, sending a tingle through your body. "Tell me what you want," he growls, his voice husky.

You struggle to form words as pleasure builds. His grip on your throat loosens a fraction, making your head swim. You feel the word no on the tip of your tongue but refuse to allow your stubbornness to prevent you from your pleasure any longer.

"Please," you finally gasp out. "I need you inside me."

A wicked grin spreads across his face. In one fluid motion, he releases your throat and grips your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his jeans.

“You beg so well, love," he smirks, his voice low and rough with desire.

"But that’s not good enough," he murmurs. Roughly pinching your face, he captures your lips in a searing kiss. Pulling away, his darkened blue eyes watch as frustrated tears begin to stream down your face. His hand gently tightens around your face, pressing your cheeks together and forcing your lips into a pout.

His tone is mocking, “I’m sorry love. You beg so beautifully and I wanna help you. Really, I do… but you’ve got to give me more.”

Blowing out a pitiful breath, your voice is watery, “Please Bjorn… Please. I need you, need all of you. I want all of you, baby, please.”

He gives you a smug smile, “Good girl, love. Now was that so hard?”

Shoving your dampened panties down your legs, he inserts a finger into you. Whimpering, you whine, “Need more, Bjorn please… Want to touch you, can I touch you?”

Bjorn hushes you as he drags a finger in and out of you, “Shhh. Not yet, love. You keep your greedy hands right where I put them.”

He increases his pace, grinding his palm against your clit as he pumps his finger into you. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction. He holds you firmly in place, denying you that relief. You whimper in frustration and need.

"Patience, you’re doing so well love. You're perfect darling," he praises.

As you approach your release, you fear that he’ll stop again. Biting your lip, you voice your need, “Please, please don’t stop Bjorn. I’m begging pretty boy, please.” Swallowing, he listens to you beg as he guides you through your release. He holds you as your legs weaken and your hands claw at the table.

Pulling his hand from you, he wipes it on your stomach. Turning you, he grasps your hips and lifts you. Your shaking legs instinctively wrap around his waist and you throw your arms around him.

You feel your sensitive clit rub against the smooth fabric of his shirt and you moan at the sensation.

He carries you to the bed, his strong arms supporting you. As he lowers you onto the soft sheets, your lips find the tattoo just below his ear. Your bodies press together, skin tingling at every point of contact. His hands roam your curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Nibbling on his neck, you arch into his touch, craving more.

Grasping you by the hair, he gently pulls you away. Bjorn’s breath is hot against your neck as he begins to trail kisses down your throat. Your pulse quickens as his lips move lower, across your collarbone and down to your breasts. A gasp escapes you as his tongue swirls around your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The stubble on his face contrasting with the softness of his tongue.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close. The ache between your legs intensifies, your hips rolling instinctively against him. He groans into your chest, the vibrations adding to your own pleasure.

Grasping his shirt in your fist, you pull him up. Your breathless voice reaches his ears, “No more teasing… please. Need you Bjorn, please.”

Nodding, he pulls away to undress. Following him, your knees press into the bed. You unbutton his pants as he throws his shirt over his shoulder. Smashing your lips together, you explore each other’s mouths. Pushing his pants down, he pulls away.

Sliding a condom on, he speaks in a rough mumble, “Turn around… on your hands and knees.” With wet parted lips, you silently obey. You grow excited, clenching as you feel him move behind you.

You gasp as he spreads you from behind. His groan is drawn out and he speaks in a tight voice, “You’re so wet for me love.”

Lining his tip with your entrance, he slams into you. A cry escapes your lips as he fills you completely. The sudden fullness is overwhelming, pleasure mixed with a delicious ache. He stills for a moment, allowing you to adjust, his breath hot against your neck.

"Is this what you wanted? What you begged for love?" he murmurs, voice husky with desire. "To be filled, stretched, taken by me?"

You can only whimper in response, overcome with sensation of his cock in you. He begins to move then, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in deeply. The friction is exquisite, and you push back against him.

He picks up the pace, one hand gripping your hip while the other slides around to tease your clit. With each harsh thrust of his hips, the headboard slams into the wall. Grasping it in his clenched fist, he uses it to slam harder into you.

You whimper as your arms give out. Hugging a pillow to your chest, the angle allows him to reach deeper inside you. You can do nothing but moan as he thrusts into you. Drool escaping your mouth as you bite into the pillow in your arms. Your walls tighten, sucking him in. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your shared moans and gasps of pleasure.

Crying, you exclaim a high pitched, “Fuck!” as you approach your release. His rhythm grows erratic as he nears his own climax. Your nails dig into the sheets, body writhing against the rough fabric as he thrusts into you.

"Come for me," he commands as he trails his hand down and draws tight circles on your clit.

Your body obeys, trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. You cry out his name as your inner walls pulse around him. He groans deeply, his hips stuttering against yours as he follows you over the edge. You both cling to each other as you ride out the intense sensations.

As the aftershocks subside, he collapses on top of you, his breath hot against your neck. You run your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, savoring the comforting weight of his body on your back.

For a long moment, you cling to each other, breathless and trembling in the aftermath. His cheek rests against yours, your ragged breaths mingling in the space before you. Slowly, the tension drains from your bodies. He brushes a tender kiss against your lips before carefully withdrawing from you.

You moan softly at the loss, suddenly feeling empty. Gathering you in his arms, he presses a kiss to your head and carries you to the bathroom. As you relieve yourself, your racing heart begins to slow. He gives you light pecks as he tends to you. Hands gentle and caressing.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as he carries you back to bed.

You both lay on your sides, your bodies tangled in an intimate embrace. Soft light illuminates the contours of your faces. You gaze deeply into each other's eyes, as you take in every detail of the other's expression.

The air is still thick with the sweet scent of sweat and sex, mingling with the warm aroma of candles burning in the room.

"We need to have a conversation... about us," you murmur softly, disrupting the peaceful silence. Despite not wanting to disrupt the comfortable atmosphere, you know it needs to happen. You need it to happen.

Bjorn lets out a heavy sigh, his hand gripping your hip a little tighter. An emotion you’re unable to discern briefly flashes in his blue eyes. You can feel your palms begin to sweat and your heart tightens with unease.

"I know," he murmurs. "But not yet. Just... a few more minutes?"

Biting your lip, you give him a reluctant nod. Swallowing the growing lump in your throat, you gently remove his fingers from your hip and slide out of bed. Grabbing his shirt, you slide it on and softly mumble, "Alright, well… I’mma use the bathroom."

He watches silently as you cross the room and close the door behind you.

You take deep breaths to calm yourself. They don’t work and you allow a few tears of frustration to slip down your cheeks. Looking up, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

Messy hair from the fingers he brushed through it, lips swollen and raw from the rough kisses he pressed to them, lashes damp from the tears he has made you cry, frown from the conflict he  has caused within you…

You avert your gaze from the mirror, not wanting to see the reflection of your disheveled state.

You mentally prepare yourself to step back outside and face him again.

Splashing cold water on your face, you let out a silent groan and pinch your cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you open the door… But there’s no one there.

Sucking your quivering lip into your mouth, tears of embarrassment cloud your vision. Scanning the room, you see the traces of his presence - crumpled sheets on the floor, an imprint on the bed...

Inhaling a gasping breath, you consider calling out for him but decide to spare yourself the humiliation. What's the point when you already know he's gone? The emptiness of your home echoes around the room… He’s gone… He left you.

Your body trembles as the smell of him surrounds you. His shirt weighs heavily on your shaking shoulders, the material of it scorching your skin.

You stand there, in the stillness of your eerily silent home, completely alone.

Next Part

[kjd55]

strawberry-scented body wash

in which rafe shows up on your doorstep, soaked from the storm outside, and stays over. things get a little heated.

content warnings: finger sucking, making out, rafe being unrafe-like and actually kinda nice?? bad writing?? i haven’t posted on here in over a year so i am rusty lol also this is unedited but enjoy

a knock on the door downstairs has you groaning and pushing away from the desk you’ve been seated at the last few hours, chipping away at the homework you’d been neglecting this week. 

with final exams around the corner and college applications already sent, you were doing your best at fighting the infamous senioritis, albeit not doing a great job.

jumping down the stairs to get to the door as quick as you could, you shouted a “coming!” from your spot halfway down the steps. 

you weren’t expecting anyone over, and when you finally open the door to find a soaking wet rafe cameron standing  on your doormat, rain splattering onto your floor from the unexpected weather, you grabbed his wrist to pull him inside, desperate to keep the floors and more specifically, your socks, as dry as possible.

“what are you doing here?” you ask awkwardly once you’d shut the door. as much as you hate to admit it, you’ve had a crush on your best friends brother for a while. which sounds ridiculous, considering the fact that he loathes you, and your entire existence, for some reason. 

he tucks his bottom lip into his mouth, glancing up at the ceiling, either in embarrassment or annoyance. probably both, and mutters, “my car broke down, and it’s literally pouring outside and uh..” he rubs the side of his face, another indication of his indignation, “well, you’re the only person i know around here and i was wondering if i could like…”

“stay here until the weather gets better?” you sigh, noting the hair matted to his forehead as he nods. “sure,” you reply, watching his shoulders sag in relief, “but only if you change your clothes, because you’re dripping wet.”

you turn around, silently cursing at the way you said those last few words. your cheeks grow hot when rafe snickers, catching onto it too.

not checking to ensure that he’s following you, you make your way back up the stairs, “i have something for you to wear.”

you don’t look at him as you hand him a hoodie and pair of sweatpants from your wardrobe, hoping he doesn’t see how flustered you are.

from the corner of your vision though, you see his eyebrows flick up. “there are literally my clothes,” he chuckles, and you want to die of embarrassment. you hope he doesn’t notice the fact that’d you’d picked them from the top of the pile. (they’re comfy to sleep in, okay?) “these are from when you threw up on yourself at that one bonfire and sarah made me give you my—“

“yes! yes, i remember, it was mortifying. i think about it too often,” you blurt, finally facing him and crossing your arms over each other, trying to make yourself as small as you feel. “my bathroom is over there,” you point towards a door behind your shoulder, “get dressed, ‘cus you smell.”

he says nothing, settling for rolling his eyes while walking towards the bathroom, and shuts the k door. you ignore how there was a subtle shine when he’d realized you still wore his clothes.

you settle on trying to finish your homework, and while you do, you hear your shower turn on. good, you think, knowing you’ll have more time to focus instead of bickering with him. still , you swallow a lump in your throat at the thought of rafe in your shower, and squeeze your eyes shut. stop being a perv.

after about 15 minutes, a few after the water was turned off, the door cracks open, and you glance over to find rafe make his way to you, wearing the sweats, and of course, no hoodie. you again focus on your work, but you feel as he leans himself over your chair and watch as you complete calculus questions. 

you can’t concentrate, feeling the heat radiate off him, him arms on either side of your preifereal vision, and you groan, “do you mind— hey!” you whip your head over, and glare at the man towering over you, “did you use my body wash?!”

a corner of his lips tilt up, amused, and he shrugs. “so what if i did? also there wasn’t much left, so you’ll probably need to go buy more later.”

you scoff, knowing there was at least enough to last you until the end of the week (it was a monday). smelling the strawberry scent wafting off him, you stand, leaning against the front of your desk to try and close of the large gap in height between the two of you. 

you regret this immediately, because now you have no choice but to make eye contact, and the look he gives you is scathing. your cheeks grow hot at the lazy look he gives you, your faces less than an inch apart. 

you wet your bottom lip, which is suddenly dry, and his eyes flick down, watching almost predatorily as you try to tuck your bottom lip away from his gaze. 

this always seemed to happen with the blond, anytime you were alone together, which was not often (for this exact reason), tension was always a third factor. you’d met him three years ago, when you’d gone to sarah’s for the first time and saw him, instantly growing a bedrudging crush on him.

you remember one night, where you were alone in the kitchen about a year and a half ago, when you’d been hoping to grab a glass of water before bed, and realized rafe was already in there.

he’d been on the other side of the room, and you tried to ignore his presence, with it being late, and not wanting to try to act normal in his vicinity (something that took too much energy out of you), you opened the cabinet with all the glasses. 

embarrassment warned your skin when you’d realized there was nothing within reach, but before you’d have to ask, you’d felt rafe’s presence warm your back. he’d pressed a hand for ‘support’ (you know he was trying to tease you), and reached up to grab one for you. “you need to grow a little taller,” his voice rasped in your ear, sliding that damn hand to your waist, and squeezing a little. 

you hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until he’d stepped away, you instantly feeling cold, at the loss of warmth, and shakily filled that glass, turning away to go back to sarah’s room.

remembering that time, and the situation you were in now, you grow hot under his stare, and instead decide to grow a pair and examine him. maybe try and make him squirm like he did to you, so easily.

starting with the apples of his cheeks, you noted a very faint littering freckles, only a few, that carried onto his nose. 

unconsciously, you follow the urge to look back up to his eyes. if you were in a sound state of mind, you’d feel nervous. but with the way his eyes were half-lidded, eye lashes drooping so prettily, you couldn’t help but raise a hand to one of those lightly freckled cheeks.

his eyes widen ever so slightly at the unexpected move, and he swallows, shifting his body a bit. you know you’ve leaned closer to him, your noses only inches apart, but you wait to see what he’ll do. 

you can’t help the feeling deep down that he’ll reject you. maybe you’re just another girl in his endless supply. you suppress that rational part of your brain, the one that’s been leading your thought process for too long. it’s not like you’ve ever seen a girl around him, not even at parties. if they’d ever tried talking to him, he’d shrug them off.

you feel his scorching touch where he grabs hold of your waist, pulling you a little closer, and a gust of air escapes you when you feel a thumb caress the underside of your ribs.

you stand there for a few seconds, really looking at each other. no one’s said anything for a while, but you don’t care. you don’t think anything rational would come out of your mouth anyway.

one of his hands creeps up, along your arm, up your neck, and holds your cheek now, too. he traces the shape of your bottom lip, and by accident, a noise meekly escapes your throat at the touch. his pupils dilate more, if that’s even possible, and he taps your lip with his thumb.

you realize there’s only one thing you could do right now, and hesitantly open your mouth. he slides that thumb in, and when you close your lips around it, he groans, watching your half lidded eyes as you begin to suck.

after a minute, he removed his thumb, and you don’t even have time to react before he’s smashing his lips against yours.

it isn’t a gentle kiss, by any means. it’s harsh, unforgiving, and so rafe. he takes control of every movement, and your grateful because you can barely function, so turned on by the entirety of what is happening right now.

your arms wrap around his neck, an attempt to deepen the kiss, if that were even possible, and you feel his tongue lightly trace your lip. you moan, into his mouth, and his hold on you tightens.

you feel so good right now, so wrapped in his presence. even though he just used your body wash, you can still smell him, that unmistakable scent overpowering the artificial strawberries.

he finally breaks away, lips puffy and wet, and watches you gasp for air. he smirks, satisfied with himself, and at the fact that he’s done the thing he’s been wanting do to for three years, and hopes that you’ll let him do it again.

[ladyxskywalker]

Beneath the Stars

Poe Dameron x F!Reader/OFC

poe wants you to stay with him overnight, but - do you really have to go?

I wrote this a while ago =] hope you enjoy 💫 based on happy moments & memories 💌

"I have to leave soon, it's getting late..."

"Shh...just five more minutes..."

"You're sleeping ."

"So...just...you could stay right here . And...and, I could keep you safe and protect you."

With a soft sigh of your breath, you lean into him closer. The warmth of his broad chest, pressed to the heat he makes of your own skin, and the feeling of his strong hands, grasping your body further toward his heart.

He wants you to feel it.

And you do.

"You're always... too far away."

He says - muffling all of his slowly strung words together into your neck - burying his face there when you try to turn slightly just to kiss him.

Gently.

As though he might be dreaming ...

Just to remind him of where you both truly are .

Safe.

Tired.

Over on a quiet hilltop beneath the stars.

A borrowed ship, waiting in the distance to reluctantly bring you back home...

If only you didn't have to go.

"I'll be back to visit before you know it."

" Fine ..."

He groans to himself. Frustrated.

Upset that the more you love one another, the more you both become separated by war .

To leave this man during a moment just like this, would be absolutely unimaginable .

And then - it lingers .

That ache in your chest that runs away with itself just as fast as the trail of his gritty stubble leads the way beneath your ear.

Tracing you there, catching onto you.

First - with the subtle dip of his chin.

Then - the distinct tickle of his eyelashes to wake you back up again.

Waves of dark hair, curling round your fingertips selfishly because you want to cradle him longer there while you kiss . His forehead, now resting upon yours - catching his breath where the bow of his lips now soften.

"Just a few minutes more. Please, just stay with me."

"Poe...then I'll never go."

He smirks, tiredly .

"That's the point, Sweets."

But, when you have each other like this, the moments are rare and your eyes become sleepy just as well. Closing and then opening again and again. The dew of hot, Summer air, reeling you back in once more.

"This is perfect..."

Poe whispers, his eyes opening within the light and shadows glistening off of a nearby lake acting as your backdrop. The sounds of fireflies & midnight crickets, illuminating and filling all of the trees with kind and heartwarming sounds.

"It is."

You smile. Holding his face affectionately.

Remembering .

Just in case you had ever felt lost .

"You're beautiful ..."

And it's as if his arms are doing all the begging for him then. Wanting you trapped playfully between the slotting of his limbs around yours. Your hips, joining together lazily in a loving glide of endless touch.

He can feel the slipping of a few stray tears falling hopelessly down your face. Hoping that he hasn't hurt you. Wanting nothing more than to be the reason for your joy and not for your sadness when it comes.

If only missing someone wasn't so hard .

But maybe the simple act of comfort with the man you love isn't so terrible.

Maybe surrendering to the here and now, is the only thing that the universe can tell that you both want.

A night spent together where you can wish upon the moon.

And, aren't we rebels for a reason?

Would it be so bad if you just happened to turn off your comms? 😉

... 🧡

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Johnny MacTavish; the other man

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: The MacTavish sisters take things into their own hands, and Johnny gets jealous warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), tiniest bit of angst if you squint a/n: i hope this makes up for the lack of follow up, once again asks are always open. if you want to be added to the tags just let me know :) enjoy my beauties

None of the boys are particularly fond of the more ceremonial side of being in the military. The uniforms are too hot, itchy and Gaz has already complained about the way the trousers are splitting him in half.

The nice aspect of it, is that they get to show their families a small part of what they do, even if it’s a carefully constructed show with lots of procedure.

Price can see you mingling with a few of the other soldier’s families. You’ve always been the most personable of the Price’s, taking your mother’s kindness and magnifying it tenfold.

Currently you’re in deep conversation with two ginger girls, the three of you chatting animatedly. Price feels himself smiling as he watches you, he doesn’t really get to see this side of you very often, all your cousins are much younger, and you rarely bring friends round to the house. He’s told you many times, you’re not just a guest, it’s your home and he expects you to treat it as such.

You know it’s your home, but you also see how your Uncle is with new people, and you like to keep the sanctity of your home just that. A sanctity.

“You know you’d be perfect for my brother, he needs someone with a head on their shoulders,” Maisie mentions, switching their conversation in a complete one-eighty.

“Ah, maybe.”

It’s only awkward for you, Maisie and Amelia have no clue that you were in fact sleeping with said brother, not even three weeks ago, and spent most of the time in between texting him.

“He’d be head over heels for you trust me,” is all that Amelia adds to the conversation. From the twenty-minute conversation you’ve had with the two MacTavish girls, you’d learnt Amelia was the older of the two, and slightly more reserved than the youngest, Maisie.

If you thought Johnny was out-going, he had nothing on his baby sister. All big smiles, loud laughs with the biggest heart.

You can see what Johnny says when he tells you he has his work cut out, being the protective older brother.

Maisie’s energy is infections, and her comments about her brother’s potential affections are quickly forgotten as she moves the conversation onto this new band she’s been listening to. Before you know it she’s added a few of their songs to your playlist and you’ve promised to text her what you think of them.

The shrill sound of a bugle cuts off the conversation between the three of you, noting the start of the ceremony and presentation.

It’s nice to see three of the four men parading in all the finery. Ghost for good reason isn’t there, you figured that his mask is not part of the official uniform. You sigh, thinking how it must be a shame that the man can’t be included in the festivities.

The man in question doesn’t, he’s currently in his sweats enjoying the peace and quiet and reading his book, lounging in the now quiet rec room.

Your Uncle sneaks you a subtle smile across the square when you catch his eye. Your face beaming back at him brings him a joy he’ll never admit to.

He knows you’re not his daughter, but you might as well be. He’s resigned himself to the fact that he’ll never have kids, he’s getting older and no closer to meeting someone to spend his life with.

He doesn’t mind. His time at home is spent catching up with old friends, and enjoying your company. You’ve been confused as his daughter a few times in the village and he hasn’t bothered to correct them as of late. He knows you don’t mind, you go as far as calling him your third parent, yes, it’s mainly in jest, but the sentiment is there.

By the time the service is over, all the family and friends in attendance descend on the square to take photos and congratulate the people they’re here for.

You and the two women in tow, make your way over to the three men, lost in conversation over Gaz’s continuous complaints about just how uncomfortable he is.

“Johnny!” is all the older man hears before the Scotsman is out of his vision, being nearly bowled over by a flaming red head flying at break-neck speed.

Soap’s spinning the girl in a circle as he laughs with her, over something inaudible to him.

This time it’s your turn to congratulate John, as he pulls you into his side, checking that you weren’t too bored and laughing when you say how impressive he was.

A call of your name breaks the quiet conversation the two of you are having, it’s Amelia beckoning you over two where the three MacTavish’s are standing.

“This is Johnny, honestly you two would be great together, I think you would really get along,” Maisie butts in again, wiggling her eyebrows as she mentions the getting along.

Oh the irony of the whole situation. Thank god Uncle John can’t see your face because there’s currently a shit eating grin adorning your face.

Johnny’s spluttering, his sisters take this as him being astounded by the woman that’s in front of him, you know better. His eyes aren’t glued to yours, he’s looking slightly behind you, where no doubt your Uncle is glowering at him.

Usually he’d step in, but he’s heard stories about both of Soap’s sisters and there’s no way he’s facing their wrath. He knows how tormented Soap is by the two of them on the daily, even when he’s in a different country. He doesn’t trust that the two of them would turn their focus towards him for interfering in true love.

“We’re going out for dinner later, you should join us!” is the next thing that’s uttered and you try to make your excuses, how you’re actually already going for dinner with the man stood behind you, bit it’s too late.

Fortunately, or unfortunately (it depends on who you ask), John gets invited along too, which is how you find yourself at dinner in a nice country pub as a five, instead of two.

You’re conveniently sat next to Johnny, whilst his two sisters bombard John with questions, many of which are brushed off with a quick ‘I can’t answer that I’m afraid’ but he makes up with plenty of stories of all the times Soap has done something stupid on base, and a few stories from deployments.

“This is not the kind of dinner I was talking about,” Johnny murmurs to you, when he notices his sisters have his CO distracted.

That earns him a gentle slap to his stomach as he laughs at the incredulous look plastered on your face.

“You look beautiful,” is how he follows up his comment, drinking in the way you look in the dim light of the pub.

“So do you, I mean handsome, I mean not that you aren’t beautiful,” you reply stumbling over your words, because god, the tension is palpable.

His hand finds yours underneath the table, stroking slowly over your knuckles, as he decides to finally save Price from his sisters’ rambling.

You’re surprised at how good he is at keeping his cool, you’re sure your face is radiating so much heat that everyone else at the table can feel it.

You’re also surprised at how much you like the thrill, maybe it’s just because Johnny is holding your hand, or maybe its the fact that you know you’re doing everything your Uncle told you not to.

You take a moment to think about how different things could be if John was supportive of the two of you. Maybe you’d actually be dating the man sat on your left, and you’d be holding his hand above the table, maybe his arm would be slung around the back of your chair as you lean into him. He’d toy with your hair slightly, to keep himself from being too distracted from the conversation he was engaged in.

You’d leave the pub hand-in-hand, stealing kisses from each other, as you walked behind the rest of the guests. They’d all be staying in the house with you all. John would make up the sofa bed for Johnny’s sisters, and you’d fall into bed together, stealing kisses and whispering sweet nothings.

You’re snapped out of your daydream by Amelia asking if you’re currently seeing anyone, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Oh…not really,” is all you can manage, embarrassed to be interrupted from the tangent your mind had taken you on.

“Not really doesn’t mean no! Spill the beans,” Maisie teases, and you realise you’re completely in the shit.

“There’s this one guy I’ve been talking to I guess. He’s not from here, but it could work out.”

You notice the shift in Johnny straight away, you feel the absence of his touch immediately as he drops your hand. Price raises his eyebrow, of course you’ll be grilled when you get home about this mystery man.

“Didn’t know you were seeing anyone,” Johnny mutters, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

You’re quick to use the slight pause to change the subject, bringing up the first time the two of you met, much to his sisters’ glee and his despair. Even John chortles, thinking back to Soap sputtering over the huge mistake the man made upon your first introduction.

“Seriously Johnny?!” squawks Amelia through her tears.

“They even look alike, I figured out they were related as soon as they were stood next to each other, and this is the first time we’ve met!” is the follow up, through more laughter.

Dinner finishes quickly after that, the two men splitting the bill, not allowing any of their companions to even see it.

John bids his goodbye’s to Amelia and Maisie, before telling Soap he’ll see him on base tomorrow, slightly later than usual. Before you can make your way home the two women are pulling you into hugs, before letting you know they’ve set up a group chat for the three of you.

Johnny’s goodbye is short and sharp, gone is the playful man you spent most of the evening with.

It’s only when you’re lying in bed later, rehashing what went wrong that you realise Johnny thinks you were talking about someone else.

I was talking about you, you dolt x

Your phone starts buzzing, and you don’t even need to look to know who’s calling.

“Had me sweating for a minute there, Sweets. Thought I was going to have some random bloke coming for my head.”

You can hear the relief in his voice as he lays the charm on real thick. Between his accent and the things he mumbles down the phone you think your heart might explode.

The crush you have on this man is debilitating, if you can even call it a crush that is. It’s been on and off about two months of talking to each other, and you know that you’re beginning to get in deep with him.

“Sweets, you there?” his voice echos softly through the speaker on your phone, tentative in case you’ve accidentally fallen asleep on the phone. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Yeah, I’m here. Just thinking, sorry.”

��Don’t be sorry, what you thinking?2

“Just about us, you…” your voice trails off, you’re tired now, inhibitions slipping a little as your head feels slightly heavier on the pillow.

“Yeah? Anything good?” you can hear the grin he has plastered on his face as he talks.

“It’s all good. I like you, y’know.”

That’s the first time you’ve admitted your feelings for him. You know he knows, and he’s made it very clear he has feelings for you, but hearing you say it has him bouncing off the walls with glee. It’s the best medicine to fix the conflicting thoughts he’d had about the whole thing once you admitted you were seeing someone.

“I do, I like you too. Like really like you.”

The conversation turns soft once again, and before he knows it he’s whispering goodnight to you, as your gentle snores crackle through the receiver, half muffled by the duvet you cocooned yourself in.

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SCORE THAT GOAL! — 12. jeno’s food provider

(wc: 1.3k)

“captain!” you had called for jeno’s attention as you walked onto the field. the coach had just left his side, leaving him with a clipboard, a pen, and a concentrated aura. well, until you broke that concentration. jeno’s head turned around and he sent you a warm smile, inviting you to take a few steps closer. “what are you writing down?”

“it’s the list of the pairs i made, coach approved of most of them and printed them out. said he wanted me to go over them again while he gets himself something..” jeno huffed out, eyes going over the listed names on the paper. “so…” you started. “you and jisung got paired, yes.” jeno confirmed before you could go any further, making you smile in victory. “my angel, how could i ever pay you back.”

“buy me lunch tomorrow? renjun told jaemin he can’t share his with me anymore so i need a new food provider.” jeno answered, placing the clipboard down and crouching afterwards to fix his shoelaces. “you’re a grown man?” you scoffed, your tone held a joking manner and you were glad that jeno let out a laugh himself. “a grown man who was lost his source of lunch food, yeah.” the both of you continued a lighthearted conversation before majority of the club members had made it onto the field.

jeno had instructed you to stand in a line as he silently took an attendance check. you were on the far right end of the line, peeking your head slightly in hopes of catching a glimpse of jisung. you sucked in a breath when you took notice of his side profile all the way on the other side of the field. you couldn’t believe he actually showed up, you’d really be talking to him today.

you took a deep breath in and out. coach had made it back with two grain bars in his hand, handing one to jeno. “okay students, today we will be doing pair activities! it’s all about getting to know one another so don’t get too competitive with your partner. jeno, could you please call out the pairs?” the coach had turned to look at jeno who nodded, taking ahold of the clip board again. “if you’re name is called out, please step forward.”

it felt like eternity before jisung’s name was called out. your heart pounded faster as he took steps forward, standing close to jeno. there were only three people left and you and fidgeted silently, waiting for you name to be called. which it did. “(—)!” jeno had called, looking up from his clipboard to make eye contact with you. you took a few hesitant steps forward before deciding to just hurry up. standing next to jisung, the two of you turned to look at each other.

jisung’s mind stopped working as he stared at you. he thought he was going crazy, convinced that his eyes were deceiving him. but the way his mind almost instantly went to the memory of a few days prior told him that he most likely wasn’t dreaming. you decided to admire the ground instead, feeling slightly uneasy when he wouldn’t stop staring. jeno snapped the both of you out of your thoughts, handing jisung the ball you two had to use.

the two of you silently walked onto the field, exchanging subtle glances that neither of you noticed. while jisung was questioning why the universe wanted him to meet you so badly, you wondered how to break the ice between the both of you. “did you enjoy the drink?” was the first thing your mind could come up with, hoping it would slightly clear up the awkwardness that had settled between you two.

“oh, that drink.” his memories took him back to when he had returned to his apartment with the drink, immediately putting it in his fridge and never touching it again. oh, that drink. the memory made him cringe a bit before he decide to nod his head. “uh, yeah, i enjoyed it.” he responded back, hesitantly. it seemed like that awkwardness wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

you nodded as well, waiting for coach to instruct everyone around. “let’s start of simple, pass the ball back and forth while introducing yourself to each other.” the coach ordered and everyone complied, ready to get to know their partner. jisung placed the ball down, looking back at you. you weren’t sure if he was waiting for confirmation to kick the ball towards you, but you nodded again regardless.

your predictions on how hard jisung would kick the ball your way had failed you when it instead of stopping, it rolled past you. your eyes followed as the ball continued to roll until you realised you were meant to stop it, jolting out of your state and running after it with embarrassment. “sorry.” you apologised as you made it back to jisung who definitely watched you chase the ball like a fool.

“it’s okay.” he muttered, too low for you to even hear. you kicked the ball his way just like he did and were surprised to see it follow your intended direction. “i guess i’ll start.” you looked up, wondering if he wanted to say something instead but he remained silent. “i’m (—), i’m a graphic design student.” jisung kicked the ball your way, this time you were able to stop it. “and this is my second year here.” you kicked the ball back. “your turn.”

jisung remained silent for a few seconds, kicking the ball your way again. “i’m jisung, i’m a second year sociology student.” he introduced himself, keeping it short. you were convinced he didn’t want to hold any conversation, yet that didn’t stop you from attempting to keep the conversation alive. “is sociology fun?” you kicked the ball his way but instead it flew more to the right completely missing him. he jogged a bit before returning with the ball.

“i guess, sometimes i like it. sometimes i don’t.” he explained, deciding to take a few steps closers to prevent the ball from flying off too much. “i was going to take sociology too, but something about graphic designing sounded more fun.” you lied, but he didn’t have to know that. jisung hummed. he hesitated before speaking again. “i got a friend who does graphic design too, he says he likes it too.”

“is it jaemin?” you questioned and jisung stopped moving, looking back at you dumbfounded. “yeah… that’s him.” he slowly nodded and your eyes widened as you realised you probably sounded like a stalker who knew everything about him. “don’t misunderstand! jaemin is also a friend of mine, he told me how he is friends with almost everyone so i just assumed, haha.” you waved your hands around quickly in an attempt to save yourself. jisung hummed again, seemingly accepting your explanation. and you breathed out a sigh of relief, continuing your match of passing the ball while having small talk with jisung.

at the end of the day, you were glad you got to make your existence somewhat known to jisung, you secretly hoped he would remember your name and that he would start noticing you in college too. as everyone was picking up their stuff, you took one last look at jisung. his face was glistening under the sun while he was busy taking gulps from his bottle. his sharp jawline on display for you to gawk at. you watched as his grazed his fingers through his hair, which you only now seemed to realise was a navy blue colour. it looked good on him.

“are you done staring?” jeno nudged you with a grin. you turned to look at him. “he’s nice to look at.” you shrugged, taking a sip from your own water bottle. you decided to wait for jeno to pack his own stuff up and walk back with him. “don’t forget you owe me free lunch from now on.” he reminded you as you two entered the building. “every day?” you stopped in your tracks for a second, looking at jeno in disbelief. “okay okay, twice a week?” he negotiated and you sighed. “whatever.” you continued walking and jeno cheered, telling you about his favourite meals.

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hiii!! I really loved your manager stories, can you please make a scenario of the aftermath of the manager having a crush on Lavinho? when Lavinho and Chris arrived and how the boys would react to it? thank you so much!

Author: I really didn't plan on making a pt2 to that story, since it seemed so random. But surprisingly a lot of you liked it, and due to popular demand, here is pt2! Hope you enjoy it and thanks for the support 🙇🏻‍♀️🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"What do you mean Lavinho is coming to train us?!" Reo exclaimed into the camera as Ego stopped his speech to look at him oddly.

"As I said, him and Chris Prince will be training you guys for a week and-"

"No! We refuse! Please, anyone but Lavinho. I rather have stoic Noel here than him." Chigiri begged as he fell to the ground. Ego took in a deep breath and contemplated on insulting or yelling at them.

"You unpolished gems need extra training! This place is made for you all to go to the World Cup!"

"We know! But why Lavinho of all people?" Aryu spoke up, panicking just like the others are.

"It's his turn now." Ego stated simply, already getting a migraine from them all.

"Listen, I don't have time for you brats complaining about the most random things. Just don't cause any of them trouble. (Y/n) will bring you your uniforms and then go training." With that the screen turned black as the others looked in worry at each other.

"What now?! If (Y/n) is in love with that dude-"

"It's a celebrity crush,Bachira! And simple, we need to minimize his interactions with (Y/n)." Reo interjected, disgusted at the idea of (Y/n) liking someone as loud as him.

"And how will we do that? We need to be training too. Ego-san won't let it slide if we miss on our training to chase (Y/n) around." Isagi raised an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe the one who is free at the moment can do the distraction part?" Hiori suggested.

"But we need to be subtle with it. If (Y/n) catches on she might get mad at us." Baro added onto Hiori's suggestion.

"Nagi, (Y/n) hates it when you slack off or sleep in, maybe you can... you know..." Kurona said, turning to look at the frustrated albino.

"I see what you mean. I sure can do that, let's just hope she won't be too mad at me." The boy nodded his head, desperate to do whatever he can in order to keep (Y/n) away from the Spaniard.

"Alright it's settled then, this week will be a nightmare." Kunigami sighed, hoping whatever plan they could come up with will work.

The next few days it was filled with preparations for Lavinho and Chirs' arrival. And when the dreadful day came, the boys watched in horror as (Y/n), Ego and Anri greeted them.

'Damn him!' Rin thought as he and Yukimiya spied on them.

'Why does she have heart eyes for him? He is so loud.' Yukimiya cringed as Lavinho joked loudly about something with Chris and Ego.

'He is so cool! No wonder so many people admire him!' (Y/n) thought nervously as Anri silently teased her over Lavinho being there.

'I can do it! The sooner I ask the better!' (Y/n) nodded to herself as she took out a blank sheet of paper, waiting till Lavinho was done talking with Ego over this week's plan.

"(Y/n)!" The group turned to look at Bachira and Kurona who were running towards them.

"What is it?" The girl raised an eyebrow.

"We need your help with some equipment." Kurona said. Bachira nodded his head and took (Y/n)'s wrist.

"Huh? Alright. Let me see what the issue is." The girl nodded, as much as she wanted to talk with Lavinho, her friends and job came first.

"How...how did you guys manage to tangle up the net? And I swear I have put it up on the goal this morning..." (Y/n) muttered as she was busy to entangle the net, she didn't notice the nervous looks Gagamaru, Kurona and Bachira sent each other.

"We are sorry, we kind of... got carried away while playing that we didn't notice it." Bachira explained, feeling sorry for causing (Y/n) the extra trouble. The girl shook her head and sent the trio a small smile before speaking up.

"It's alright! Mistakes happen, the most important thing is to fix it. Which is going good so far."

"It's really nice of you that you aren't getting mad at us... You look pretty today too."

"O-oh? Thanks, Gagamaru!" (Y/n) said as she continued working with the net, feeling a little happier as the other two subtly kicked Gagamaru's legs.

"Cheater."

"Smooth talker."

Bachira and Kurona pouted.

The next day (Y/n) spent the first half helping Chris with taking notes and keeping him on track with the plans, while the 2nd part was taken over by Lavinho. Although she was nervous at first, talking on such a close level with the Spaniard was a huge thing for her, (Y/n) kept her cool as best as possible.

'He makes great speeches!' (Y/n) thought as she listened to the man and wrote some things down. Shortly after he was done, he split the group into two teams, with Chigiri, Hiori and Otoya left as reserves for each team.

'Now is my chance!' (Y/n) thought as she approached the mohawk man.

"E-excuse me, Lavin-"

"(Y/n)! Chigiri needs some help with the knee brace! We don't know how to put it on!" Hiori yelled as he approached the girl, catching Lavinho's attention in the process too.

"Ha? Does it have malfunctions again?!" (Y/n) asked in worry as Hiori nodded his head.

"He thinks so at least. Otoya and I have no clue how it works tho."

"It sounds serious, you can go. I will take the notes from here." The duo turned around to face Lavinho.

"Th-thank you, Lavinho-san." (Y/n) answered.

'He is so reliable!'

Annoyed at the attention she was sending the man, Hiori took (Y/n)'s hand into his and pulled her along.

"Hmm..." (Y/n) muttered as she finally fixed the brace and started putting it on Chigiri's leg.

"Sorry about that." The boy said, feeling a little uncomfortable that they had interrupted (Y/n).

"It's alright! I will just need to talk with Teieri over this... you might need a new model since this one has been malfunctioning a lot." (Y/n) said, a little worried that he might get hurt if he wore it one more time.

'She is such an angel! Never annoyed when helping others and so genuine.' Otoya thought, blushing from her cuteness.

'She is so helpful... we really can't lose her to that dude!' Hiori thought, sending a side glare towards Lavinho. Meanwhile Chigiri was just on cloud 9 because of rhe attention he was receiving.

Day 3 of Lavinho and Chris' stay was pretty uneventful for the most part. Chris would exhaust the boys during the morning training, and later Lavinho would do the same just more intensively.

'Ahh... he is alone now! Just keep your composure (Y/n), ask Lavinho for a simple autograph and move on with your day. Don't be weird.' (Y/n) thought and nodded to herself, grabbing tightly onto her empty piece of paper.

"(Y/n) is approaching Lavinho. You know what to do." Reo told Nagi and Baro, who nodded in annoyance.

"Why do we have to ask him for advice even?"

"And why do you get time with (Y/n)?" The two asked as Reo just shrugged his shoulders.

"Because I am the only rich one here~" Reo laughed and walked off.

'Asshole.' Nagi and Reo thought as they looked at each other.

"(Y/n), I need your help with something!"

Surpassing a groan, (Y/n) turned to look at Reo, wondering what he needed her for.

"Yes?" She asked, noticing Baro and Nagi approaching Lavinho's table.

"Rin and I need help with our uniforms... they are kind of... colored?"

"What?! What do you mean colored?" (Y/n) asked in panic.

'I put them out this morning! How did I not notice it before?!' The girl wondered as Reo pulled her out of the dining room.

"Dunno. We just noticed the pinkish coloring on our uniforms."

"You need my help with passes?" Lavinho asked the two, who solemnly nodded their heads.

"Well then, I will gladly help ya both!" The Spaniard exclaimed with a smile as Baro and Nagi held back a groan.

'Anything to keel our manager away from him!' They reminded themselves as Lavinho dragged them out of the dining room.

"How did this happen?" (Y/n) muttered as she looked at Reo and Rin's uniform. While the pink wasn't huge, it was still a little visible.

"It's kind of my fault..." Rin admitted with a red face as (Y/n) looked at him.

"How did you... Were you carrying that radish salad again and lost balance?" (Y/n)'s frustration turned into teasing.

"Shut up! It only happened twice!" Rin argued as (Y/n) laughed at his clumsiness.

"I hope this teaches you not to walk around with food! The great captain Rin can't balance a bowl of radish."

"Shut up!" The duo argued as Reo watched them with a red face.

'Her laugh is very cute.'

On the fourth day a lot would have lost hope, but (Y/n) didn't want to. She just wanted the autograph so bad! She was using the time while the boys were training to approach Lavinho, not noticing Niko, Isagi and Yukimiya watching them from a safe distance.

'Today is the day! Nobody can stop me!' (Y/n) thought.

"Lavinho-san."

"Hm? Did you need something (Y/n)?" The man asked as the girl fiddled with her fingers a little.

"I-i wanted to ask if I could get an auto-"

(Y/n) was interrupted as she and Lavinho heard a loud scream and they turned to look at the scene.

"Kunigami! What even happened?!" (Y/n) yelled in worry as she noticed blood coming out of his nose.

"We kinda lost control..." Yukimiya gulped as him and Isagi received disapproving looks from Lavinho.

"We should get you to the nurse." (Y/n) muttered as she and Niko helped him up.

"I will talk to these two and you two make sure Kunigami is alright before you leave him in the medic room. " Lavinho ordered them.

"Yes!" Niko and (Y/n) exclaimed, a little terrified at the man's seriousness.

The same night while the boys were either still eating or showering, (Y/n) was with Aryu braiding his hair. And while usually he enjoyed the attention he was receiving from her, he couldn't help but feel a little off.

"Is everything alright? Are you tired?" The boy asked as (Y/n) shook her head.

"Not really... it's just that the whole week I have been trying to get an autograph from Lavinho-san but it never works out." (Y/n) admitted. Aryu's eyes widened at her words as she continued.

"And tomorrow is his last day here too... I think all the courage I build up is just dwindling."

"Ah... so you just want an autograph from him?" Aryu asked for confirmation.

"Of course! I have been Lavinho-san's fan for a while, so having him here is quite a honor."

"So you are staying in Blue Lock and not leaving us for Barcha?"

"Ha? Where did that come from? Of course I won't. Blue Lock is my home and so are you guys. I wouldn't leave for some random team just because someone I admire is in it." (Y/n) said truthfully, causing Aryu to blush a little at her words.

'We made a huge mistake! (Y/n) is just an admirer!' The boy thought, making a mental note to talk with the others later.

"But why would you think I would leave you guys?"

"No reason! Just a thought!" Aryu laughed nervously.

The same night Aryu told the team about the talk he had with (Y/n). The reaction was a pretty surprised one, then it turned into a guilty one after they realized they made more trouble for (Y/n) than needed. All over a celebrity crush that isn't even a threat. So unanimously they decided to end this plan and just let (Y/n) have her best day tomorrow. As much as they hated it, they decided to stay away from her and let her speak with Lavinho normally.

"Hmmm." The team let out a sigh as they watched (Y/n) talk with Lavinho after the man gave her an autograph. And while they were annoyed with the awe look (Y/n) was sending the Spaniard, they were happy. If (Y/n) was happy, so were they.

"She looks cute when she smiles." Gagamaru said as the rest nodded in agreement.

[hard-core-super-star]

Hi rubix, love your writing btw!! so would I be able to request a wandanat x reader fic where it’s readers birthday and they don’t usually have time or people to celebrate with so Wanda and Nat decide to change that for this year and whisk her away to somewhere like Paris to celebrate and have a great time with some smut at the end 🫣

It’s my birthday in a few days and I’m in dire need of this 🤧

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours [W.Maximoff; N.Romanoff]

pairing: top!natasha romanoff x bottom!reader x switch!wanda maximoff

summary: your girlfriends set out to make your birthday as memorable as possible.

warnings: smut -> minors, you know the drill, bye [threesome; smut so soft it borders on spicy fluff; like...one inch of plot; grinding; fingering [R receiving]; the daddy and mommy kink is implied but not explicit lmao; wanda's low-key a brat because...yeah :) ; clothed sex AGAIN because i think it's neat, okay?; cheesy ending...again]

wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: hi, lovely anon, thank you for the kind words! i hope i'm not too late with this but either way, i hope you had a fantastic birthday! also, you get the honor of having requested my first ever wandanat fic so that's cool. this was my first time properly sitting down and writing for them so let me know what you think! i really hope you enjoy <3

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“Guess what.”

You look up from the book in your hands to find two pairs of expectant eyes on you. You’ve seen your girlfriends wear many faces since you met them and yet it never fails to surprise you when you catch a glimpse of the genuine joy they wear around you.

The one that makes your heart skip several beats and earns them both teasing comments from the rest of the team.

“What?” You ask as your eyes flicker back and forth between them and the proud grins on their faces.

Wanda playfully rolls her eyes at you. “That’s not how the game works, detka.”

“Come on, go easy on her,” Natasha comes to your aid for once, a subtle hint that even she must be excited about whatever news they’re hiding.

“Yeah, what Nat said.”

You and the redhead share a look that draws a soft chuckle out of your girlfriend. “Remind me how I’m the one who spoils y/n again?”

“Can you stop stalling and tell me what you’re hiding already?” 

Your question earns both a glare and a laugh before you’re finally given the answer you’ve been searching for. Your girlfriends may love you more than anything else in the world but that will never stop them from teasing you like their life depends on it.

“So impatient…yes, fine, we convinced Tony to let us borrow one of his stupidly fast jets for tomorrow.”

Two pairs of green eyes watch your reaction expectantly only to find your face twisting into confusion. “Why?”

There’s a beat of silence where they both stare at each other, silently trying to figure out how to proceed. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to question the exciting news they had brought to you.

It happens in a flash.

One second you’re sitting alone in bed and the next, your girlfriends are on either side of you, contradicting touches landing on your arms. It’s strange how easy it is to tell them apart. How cautious Natasha’s fingers still are when they trace random patterns onto your skin compared to Wanda’s gentle pressure as trails down to grab onto your hand, unmistakable tendrils of red magic moving to put your forgotten book back onto the shelf.

Natatsha’s the first to break the silence, all her earlier playfulness gone and replaced by subtle concern. “y/n, it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

“So?” You shrug. “It’s just another day.”

Wanda tightens her grip on your hand and successfully steals back your attention. “Nonsense, malyshka. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“Guys, it’s not a big deal,” you assure them. “I really don’t need anything. Plus, I have too many things to do.”

“Not anymore.” A sweet kiss is placed on your lips before you can voice your complaints. “We’re stealing you away tomorrow.”   

“But what about-”

“Already talked to Steve.”

“And-”

“Kate will understand.”

“How-”

“Stop looking for excuses, detka.” Natasha rolls her eyes as she pulls you closer to her. “You’re coming with us.”

You want to argue, you truly do, but then Wanda’s gluing herself to your side, eager hands slipping under your shirt, and you quickly come to the conclusion that spending all day with them is the best way to spend any day. 

Including a birthday.

Especially since you’re more than used to treating it like every other day of the year. It’s not that you don’t like celebrating it, you’re just always too busy to make real plans and no one’s ever thought to surprise you before.

But of course, your girlfriends aren’t like anyone else.

Which is how they manage to get you onto one of Tony’s jets, reminding you of the existence of time zones and how you have to leave right now if you want to make it to your surprise destination on time. You don’t really mind either way but you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen them this excited about something in a while so you go along with them anyway.

The jet ride seems never-ending despite how fast the aircraft is supposed to be. It doesn’t help that you’ve been having trouble sleeping peacefully the past few nights and Wanda’s running a hand through your hair in the way that makes you melt.

“You’re allowed to go to sleep, you know?” Natasha whispers with a teasing smirk. “We still have a long while to go.”

“Whose idea was this again?” You grumble as you drop your head down onto the redhead’s shoulder. 

“Don’t be a brat, love. You’ll thank us when we get there.”

You bite back the rest of your complaints and sink into the sweet arms of a dreamless sleep. You miss the way your girlfriends watch over you the entire time as well as the long list of things they each want to see and the various ridiculous ways in which they propose to get everything done.

They ultimately agree to let you choose once you’re awake again…something that backfires when the jet finally lands and you’re still far off in dreamland. They go back and forth on whether they should wake you or not, especially since it’s morning where you've landed and the jetlag will definitely destroy you.

You look far too cute to rouse though so Natasha gathers you up into her arms with ease and carries you in her strong embrace the rest of the way.

When you finally do wake up, a few hours have passed and you're safe inside the lavish hotel room Wanda reserved using one of Tony’s endless credit cards. The change in scenery startles your drowsy mind before you feel familiar arms pulling you close.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Wanda says softly as she easily pulls you onto her lap.

“Hi,” you mumble, tucking your head into the crook of her neck.

“Hi, darling. How's the birthday girl feeling? Still sleepy?”

“A little.” You let out a soft sigh as your girlfriend’s hands travel inside your loose shirt, slender fingers tracing random shapes onto your warm skin. “I’m sorry I ruined the trip.”

She scoffs and the sound instantly reminds you of Natasha which pulls a small smile onto your face. “You didn't ruin anything, detka. It's your birthday.”

You don't say anything in response and your girlfriend is quick to pull your thoughts away from their current trajectory. She keeps exploring your waist with one hand while the other one comes up to playfully tug on your hair.

“How about you stop hiding and look at your surprise, hm?”

It’s unclear whether it’s her words or her grip on your hair that makes you obey but neither of you mind. You reluctantly lift your face from its hiding place and let the green-eyed woman guide your gaze toward the large window of the room.

You gasp the second you realize where you are. “You guys brought me to Paris!”

Your excitement manages to break through your exhaustion which earns you a laugh from your loving witch. “Only the best for our girl.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe a little.”

You turn your head at the sound of Natasha’s voice, eager hands reaching out for her instantly. Your silent request is instantly fulfilled and the redhead easily slips into bed next to Wanda.

“I can't believe you would do this for me.”

“Believe it, malyshka.” She leans forward and easily captures your lips with her own.

Wanda huffs as she’s left out of the moment, her hands wandering under your shirt once again. You're too lost in the kiss to notice where her fingers are going until they brush against your nipples.

The sensation makes you jump which makes you grind against the witch’s thigh in a way that leaves you gasping for air. 

“That’s cheating,” Natasha warns after she pulls away from you. 

“What happened to spoiling the birthday girl?”

This time, you're the one who gets left out of the moment as they fight for the control that always rests in the Russian’s hands. They get caught up in their knowing stares and bruising kisses, leaving you aching and panting for their attention.

It’s a game they love playing with you but you’re far too desperate already to last much longer without their hands on you. 

Thankfully, Wanda decides to take pity on you. She gives your hardened nipples a soft tug, smirking against Natasha’s lips when she feels your hips buck once more. “I think someone’s feeling a little needy.”

The redhead turns to look at you, a perfectly raised eyebrow painting her face with the stern humor you've come to know so well. “Is that right, kotenok? Are you feeling needy?” 

You nod, all the heat in your body rushing down from your face to between your thighs. “Please don’t tease.”

“Aw, look at that, Nat. You're not going to deny her when she looks like that, are you?” You're not sure if Wanda’s actually being genuine or not but you don't really care as long as she’ll help you get what you want.

“Who’s the brat now?” She chuckles before reaching out for you, pulling you onto her lap, and leaving behind a pouty Wanda. “Come here, let me give you what you want.”

The Russian is true to her words and wastes no time in sliding a hand past the waistband of both your pants and your underwear. Your complaints about the lack of sink-on-skin contact between you are forgotten as Wanda situates herself behind you, plump lips trailing feather-light kisses up your neck. 

A gasp tumbles out of your lips once Natasha’s fingers finally find your drenched cunt. She moves slowly, almost too slowly, but you already know she’ll be quick to remind you to be patient if you dare whine.  

“You don’t have to be so cautious, detka,” Wanda whispers against your flushed skin. “It’s your birthday, remember?”

“Don’t listen to her, it’s always so much better for you when you’re a good girl.” She easily slips two fingers into your waiting hole, barely holding back a laugh as your pussy swallows her digits.   

Your hands grip her shoulders for stability while they both work in tandem to make you lose the last bits of control you still have over yourself. 

The witch’s hands find their way under your shirt yet again except this time she’s gripping your hips and helping you move in time with the redhead’s movements. It’s the slowest, most agonizing, of dances and yet the pleasure has you arching your back in seconds.

“Look at you,” Natasha coos, taking a mental picture of how delicious you look writhing in Wanda’s arms. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, malyshka.”

Your walls clench the second you hear the affectionate petname and the Russian can’t resist the urge to lean forward and attach herself to your neck. Her thrusts are still slow and steady but then finally, her thumb begins to circle your puffy clit.

Your head falls back against Wanda’s shoulder and she laughs as you practically go limp from the pleasure. “You’re gonna break her, ‘Tasha.”

“She likes it.” She punctuates her point by curling her fingers just right and pulling out a string of moans from deep within you. “Don’t you, darling?”

“Mhmm, please don’t stop.”

They share a look you don’t see but you do feel the evidence of yet another standoff. It’s like Wanda just can’t stop herself from pressing all of Natasha’s buttons when they’re like this. Which means it’s your job as their devoted girlfriend to let them turn your pleasure into a competition.

And they do just that.

Wanda’s grip on your hips tightens until her nails are digging into your skin and she’s practically forcing you to ride Natasha’s fingers. Natasha, for her part, increases the speed of her thrusts, launching you closer and closer toward your orgasm. She’s still drawing it out of you, though,  still balancing speed with soft kisses and murmured praises.

It’s a strange combination but it works perfectly. Just like your relationship with them. It’s something that transcends words, something that can’t be explained, merely felt…and it’s also exactly what brings you to the edge.

“Nat…please…”

“Please, what, detka?” Wanda responds for your girlfriend.

“Can I cum? Please?”

You half-expect them to make you beg for a little longer but it seems your special day has left them more merciful than usual. Natasha’s lips make their way up your neck and onto your jawline until she reaches your lips and gives you the permission you’re searching for.

“Go ahead, cum for us.”

You’ve heard the words thousands of times and yet they make you fall apart like nothing else. The slow build-up finally reaches its peak with one more swirl of Natasha’s thumb against your clit and you literally fall face-first into your orgasm.

“Such a good girl, love. Always so good for us.”

Your response comes in the shape of a muffled whine as you bury your face into the redhead’s neck. 

The sound makes both of your girlfriends smile and Wanda moves to sit on Natasha’s other side while they wait for you to recover. “I guess we’re not leaving the hotel any time soon.”

“Are you complaining, Maximoff?”

“Shut up.”

Their bickering makes you giggle. “Wanda’s being a brat again, Nat.”

“I know.” The green-eyed woman turns her head to press a barrage of kisses against the side of your face. “I think that means she can’t join us in the shower.”

The comment draws another complaint out of the young witch and you happily rest in your girlfriend’s arms while they start up another playful argument you’ll eventually have to get in the middle of.

You don't mind though, there's no other way you'd rather spend your birthday than with them.

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

AAAHHH I adore the most recent chapter for SbITILYP!!!! I think our protagonist is beginning to catch some feelings too...

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 24

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

Words: 9,391

There is a kidnapping. Hiccup rushes into things and also admits he is an environmental terrorist, privately.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, Dragons: Defenders of Berk, Worst In Show, unedited, Hiccup’s POV, Reader’s POV

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You peered in from around a corner, a small basin pressed to your middle, your hands gripping at the hands on either side of it. 

You were alone, besides Hiccup, who you were sure hadn’t noticed you yet, because you were definitely not spying.

He held up a Terror in his hands a ways away in a clearing between huts staring up at it in the yellow light. It looked a lot like a bobble headed cat; the small dragon dangled limply from where he grasped it, his hands hooked under its armpits.

They were set up in front of a series of small buckets and minor constructs, most of them burned and singed, sitting on top of a stone-stacked wall. There were a few burnt apples and sticks and leaves lying around the clearing too, and as you walked up you stamped a few out.

Target practice?

You guessed you were feeling him out.

You were curious as to what he was doing, yet for some reason you were embarrassed by the idea of focusing too hard on him, and so you made an effort also to examine the scenery around. Or, you had. That had gone out the window.

Honestly, you hadn’t spent as much time taking in Hiccup after coming onto the island, too busy avoiding plot things and pretending not to notice the world around you, but you still recognized how a few of his freckles had faded since you’d known him, which was sort of upsetting.

Fortunately for him, however, he’d grown more sure in the time you’d known him, moreso learned watching from afar, which was nice. Not that he’d ever been necessarily unsure before, more misguided. But you also liked him when he’d been just lanky-footed, though you hadn’t felt much loss there, because he was still lanky-footed.

Truly, he had eyes and ears in places you didn’t think would have eyes and ears. Not on purpose. Definitely not on purpose.

But he had definitely overheard you talking when you’d been doing laundry. Really…

You wondered if you should greet him.

It was only a matter of time until he came over himself. It was a ways away but you could still see the way his eyes flickered to the corner of his lids in a way that directly implied that he’d seen something.

You wished more people were around, not too busy out enjoying the pleasant, warm sun on a day everyone would usually be working together like a well-oiled machine.

You hoped you had the guts to keep moving. 

The other Riders had been stumbling around, too, looking for him. You’d just be down to let him know. Simple.

You inhaled sharply and steeled yourself, marching- Well, more stumbling- down into the metaphorical arena, dropping your small, borrowed metal-lined basin by the entrance, meaning the side pillar of a yellow-painted hut.

The basin clattered behind you, the momentum of the drop enough to send it clattering against the wall of the hutt for just a moment until it eventually stilled. That was enough to draw Hiccup’s attention.

A smattering of purple beads, one or two with patterns and the rest without, hung along the top drawstring keeping his tunic closed.

One or two glinted in the light off his sleeves, though today they were sparse.

He hadn’t been wearing his red tunic as much, which sent a pang through your chest, light yet stabbing in a subtle way, like a growing pain or the ringing of a small gong or a series of tinkling wind chimes.

He looked good in red, though green was his color too.

“Who’s that?” You asked, nodding to the dog-sized green Terror in his arms, boots grazing over grass.

You did your best to keep your voice even and to not think about the walk you’d spent with him together, coming back from the pond, your stomach feeling as if it itself was glowing, filled with metaphorical twisting, finicky bugs and things you’d never considered on purpose.

“Oh, uh- This? This Is T-Sharp-? Shapt- Sharpshot,” Hiccup said, nodding to himself and pursing his lips so they ended in a line as he looked at the small dragon in his arms, as if he had just decided on that name at that very moment.

“Really?” Your arms were hidden behind your back, your hands linked by each other as you looked at Hiccup.

Behind him was a bucket with a few dead fish floating inside and some water. One side of it was glowing red and a small fire had been dancing around its edges, playing a sordid game of will-it-won’t it.

You scuffed your foot against the floor, which was uneven meaning you accidentally kicked a hard rock sticking out of the ground.

“Ow,” You said, hopping slightly as you lifted your stubbed, booted toe into the air and hid it behind you.

“Yeah- Right,” Hiccup nodded, “It’s- A good name?”

You’d heard the rumbles of gossip around town; they were holding some sort of contest.

You wondered if anyone would show up to watch. If you knew the village, it was very likely, if it occurred at exactly the right time. Yet with how much lounging everyone had been doing, if it took place in a few hours, that would be unlikely. 

“Yeah,” Hiccup said without prompting, answering the sort of half-question you had unconsciously proposed into the silence, “Snotlout and Fishlegs got into an argument. So now we’re having a contest on who can be the best dragon trainer- Don’t tell them I said that. It’s not a contest.”

That definitely had the potential to blow up in someone’s face.

“Wow,” You said, “Are you sure that’s smart? I mean… Aren’t you guys trying to be partners with your dragons, or something?”

You weren’t sure if being the first necessitated being the best, especially when he had people like Fishlegs and Astrid to contend with, but Hiccup did have a certain je ne sais quoi with the dragons that you thought anyone would be hard-pressed to match.

He trained everyone’s dragons, after all.

Stormfly, Barf and Belch, meatlug, Hookfang…

Separately, you were glad to see Hookfang was fine. Astrid had gotten the honey to him on time, it seemed.

He was usually wandering around the village with all the grumpy attitude he was capable of. You knew that deep down, he really liked people, though. At least kids. He wouldn’t stick around the children so hard otherwise; he was very fond at heart.

“No, I’m not,” Hiccup grumbled, slouching slightly, probably thinking about Thawfest, “I didn’t want to compete in the first place.”

You nodded.

The sort of competition Berk seemed to generate over anything at all seemed saturated with a sort of enthusiasm and fevered, violent determination that wasn’t ever safe. Hiccup was definitely fevered and enthusiastic, but you could see him being out off by this.

It was always annoying to compete with Snotlout, or so you’d heard. The Jorgensons prodded themselves on being the most avid of them all.

You wondered what Mrs. Jorgenson felt about it; whether she was for her son or against in any given circumstance was up to her mood and the time of day.

“I have been meaning to ask- Have you ever thought about going out again?” Hiccup started rubbing his neck as Sharpshot curled into a ball, his tail held sternly in his own mouth, “I mean, for a dragon, or something. I could help you train one.”

“I- Huh? I mean, I wasn’t serious,” You laughed embarrassedly. It took you a moment to recall what he was talking about, despite the fact that was half the reason you’d approached him in the first place.

You shuffled your feet slightly, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Are you sure?” Hiccup asked, somewhat dejected.

“Fish, cleaning; I still have to pay rent,” You explained, “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

You were certain there were parts of dragon training that they’d definitely not shown on screen; you’d already been an eyewitness to a few. “Yeah, we would have to… Figure that out,” Hiccup looked troubled for a moment, grimacing, before shaking his head lightly, and then hedging stiffly, “I guess, well, I could help you- If you wanted to fly anywhere…?”

You would be happy to fly me around?” You asked sheepishly, for lack of anything better to say.

“I-I guess?” Hiccup shifted, “Is there anywhere you’d… Like to go?”

“Okay,” You shrugged nervously, clasping your arms in front of you, “I’m not sure. But feel free to sweep me off my feet whenever you like.”

Your upper back and neck felt hot as you began to gather what felt like a sweat, not quite sure what you were even saying.

You’d stopped focusing on the little dragon for a bit, too focused on the conversation. What brought him back into your realm of focus was the way he latched onto Hiccup’s prosthetic while you were talking, gnawing on the metal part with its gums as if it was some tasty bit of fish, or a bone.

“What? Like… Let me pick you up? Or-” He gestured to his arms, as if trying to show off how thin they were, before hesitating, then hopping slightly as he shook his prosthetic leg, booking quickly between you and his dragon, “Because-...”

He asked that last bit unsurely. His face said clearly he thought he messed up somehow. You were too embarrassed yourself to discern where.

“I think so, R-romeo,” You tried not to let a beat pass before you spoke, intending not to show how awkward you felt, hoping to instead get swept away by fast conversation. You knew for certain he wouldn’t get it before you opened your mouth and regretted it but you said it anyways, like a train with broken brakes, rushing down a track.

You glanced down, maybe in an attempt to distract yourself, where the Terror was still holding steadfast, holding bodily onto his leg in what might have been an instinctual effort to keep stable.

Hiccup stopped a moment after with a sheepish grimace, jumping slightly as he made an effort to stand still.

However, again, like something you couldn’t control, you were immediately brought back to the time he’d brought you over to the cove.

He was going to get it.

You cringed.

What had you told him? Flowers, chocolates… Nice dates?

You flushed. 

Was that what he was trying to do?

It was a really nice day out, just the same as it was way back when you and Hiccup had been sitting on that blanket overlooking the mountain pond.

Hiccup tilted slightly to the side, “Isn’t that the name fro-?”

“No-!” You laughed awkwardly, “I mean- yes? I mean…”

You wanted to groan nervously, or maybe smack yourself around the head, or slam it against something hard, but that wasn’t really possible at the moment.

You’d felt odd about him since he’d given you the glowing algae vial- you figured you could grow it in a pot, maybe- and showed you the pond. A little weirder than usual, that is, in a different way. 

 “It means, like… I- ah-” You spluttered, picking up on his confusion, resisting the urge to hunch your shoulders embarrassedly; It’s what you got for making references in the wrong language, “It’s probably better if I don’t-It's one of those things you have to know beforehand, i think?”

You lied through your teeth, smiling uncomfortably, “It’d probably be really awkward if-…”

You made a sheepish noise at the back of your throat, something in your stomach curling and fluttering with embarrassment.

You resisted the urge to grab it and strangle it. Or squish it.

You really did like him.

“Right,” Hiccup said, though the corner of his mouth had quirked up into something resembling a dazed crescent smile, “So… I’m heading to the arena for dragon training… Things. For the competition? Would you… Come with me?”

There wasn’t a patch of skin on your face that wasn’t on fire.

Or maybe it was the bucket behind Hiccup, the fire along the edge of it starting to quickly pick up in flickering intensity, made more intense by the flap of Hiccup’s Terror’s wings as it scrambled for balance, Sharpshot having apparently gotten bored of Hiccup’s prosthetic and climbed up just moments prior.

“O-okay,” You wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

It rose up for a second and you could tell the moment he registered it, his mouth turning into a line as he grimaced, “After I put that out.”

You yelped as he turned, showing off a few small embers attached to the back of his fur coat, which were also beginning to catch.

“Ow,” You mumbled, wincing as something small clattered to the ground behind you.

You held onto the lowest bar of the cage surrounding the arena, rubbing the back of your head and resting your other arm as your feet dangled into the rings as you sat up on the ledge. You were on the stone side, the one overshadowed by the large cliff face marking the beginning of the forests above.

You looked to your side, trying to find what had so promptly hit you in the head. Besides you, there were nothing but a few pebbles. You turned slightly and to your back was a slightly larger pebble, which really could have been what had made contact with the back of your head.

You looked around discontentedly for a moment longer, though you spotted no one else but the Riders below and Meatlug to your front. And indeed a ways away was Meatlug, warbling and marching determinedly along the wooden pathway over the ocean side, the side of the arena opposite yours.

Could she have done it? No, she was too sweet. And she was at the wrong angle. The pebble had very clearly come from behind.

For a moment, you thought you heard something, but it was so faint that you were sure it couldn’t have been more than your imagination.

Well, speak no evil, hear no evil.

You stared confusedly down at the Riders below.

You tried to let go of your unease, laying your head on your elbows. They seemed to be on the verge of a violent breakout; well, at least Snotlout and Astrid were.

Most of their dragons weren’t here; just Toothless and Meatlug.

Your bucket was resting a little while beside you with the water and floating fish from Hiccup’s trashed on-fire one, a just-in-case for the tiny dragons below. There was a bit less water in it now, and Hiccup’s coat was a bit more burned than it had been before, but if you needed to use it, you were sure it’d still be useful.

The edge of it dug into your side. You glanced back towards the cabin built into the wall by the arena and nudged the bucket more to the side, causing the water within to slosh dangerously.

Fishlegs had trained his dragon to fetch by reading cards, which you could say was about two tricks in and of themselves. Even if the cards had pictures.

The Twins' Terror performance was kind of impressive, though Terrors were a little bit stupid. You missed Astrid’s.

Hiccup’s was definitely second best, though you were certain that shooting fire was second nature to most dragons. The farmers had trouble with them sometimes, as the few Terrors bored enough to wander into the wheat were very trigger-happy, especially when they were startled.

“You!” Snotlout shouted from down below, as if he had been called by thought, like the devil, “Who won?”

Hiccup had joined in on the argument too, it looked like, at first glancing back between you and the others.

He, too, was now looking at you with expectant eyes.

You smiled guiltily, still trying to shake off the sense of paranoia you had felt earlier.

“...Fishlegs?” You said, though you were certain that no one would listen, not really. You were sure your determination would only add more fuel to the fire, but to say it was to take the easiest way out. At least then they would leave you out of it, after.

You cringed. Something in you withered a little bit, especially at the dejected look on Hiccup’s face, but after a moment you decided that for your own preservation it was better this way,

 “Sorry,” You called down to where Hiccup was standing still and shooting Fishlegs a dead look, the corners of his brows furrowed.

Fishlegs took only a moment to pause, shoulders slightly loosening though still stiff, bent arms falling slightly, the closest approximation to his expression being a simple ‘uh-oh, before he turned his attention back to arguing with Snotlout.

Snotlout looked mad at the idea that Fishlegs had the gall to turn his attention away from him and towards the ‘loser,’ rolling his eyes and gesturing violently at Hiccup, then waving his arm up above.

“What is going on with you two-?” Is the last thing you caught, shouted by Astrid as she made an irritated attempt to fend off the twins, before you turned your attention away.

You felt off as you looked around, realizing that the area above and by your peripheries, even looking back and forth, was empty.

“Where did Meatlug go?” You mumbled, pulling your legs up through the grate.

It was a curious thought, the same absentminded kind you spent on a lost pencil or a friend who’d wandered off while you were busy with another, which might have been what Fishlegs would have been doing with Meatlug by now any other time.

The space she occupied hadn’t been nearly close enough to you to set any alarm bells off immediately though there was a change in the air and a distinct lack of sound from her heavy dragon feet hitting wood.

You had to turn all the way around before you spotted her, her tail end disappearing up a set of steps leading around the side of the cliffs opposite the way to Berk, to the right side of the large stage behind the arena, lined by large abstract statues of vikings unreal and long past.

“Oh,” You said, pushing upwards and accidentally kicking the bucket close to you as you got up, which sounded a lot louder than you would have minded if it was silent. Though with all the arguing, it wouldn’t matter.

Quickly, you worked into a jog in an effort to catch up to her, ignoring the prickling feeling racing up and down your spine. You were being ridiculous and you’d prove it to yourself.

It wouldn’t be good if Meatlug got lost, now. Fishlegs would be sad, and with how often Mrs. Ingerman complained about her wandering off, you were sure he was going to get grounded.

Losing Meatlug would definitely make things more difficult for Hiccup, especially if he was put in charge of finding her, being responsible for all the dragons on Berk. And it would be a lot more difficult to give Meatlug quality outside playtime if he was stuck around the house doing chores.

Besides, she was a dragon. She was just fine, and so you were just going for a look.

You made it across the clearing in good time, proud of all the dips and ledges you’d been able to pass without tripping over, and yet as you came closer to the base of the steps in your stomach grew a sense of unease, the chill running across your arms only growing stronger.

You did your best to come up with a hop in your step, climbing the shallow staircase and crossing wide ledges with easy optimism. 

You came to the top quickly, passing a few piles of pebbles, where, for some odd reason, there lay what could only be labeled a knocked-over pile of pebbles. They were splayed across the dirt, fanning out from what you determined to be the most common impact point just rocks blocking the path just in front of a thick, stiff pile of rocks blocking the way ahead like a tattered wall.

You blinked confusedly, a hand slightly extended even as you pulled your elbow closer, your steps hesitant as you looked around for Meatlug, instead meeting eye-to-eye with the sharp point of what looked like the shape point of a white horn peeking out over-

“Oh,” You said.

You heard the call of your name, and quickly you opened your mouth to speak-scream, do something- but it was too late, as you felt the heavy presence of an Outcast emerge behind you, shadow looming cool and dark, stretching forwards so far its horns looked like a wickedly sharp hook on the sea end of a fishing line.

“They- they took Meatlug?!” Hiccup asked, “That’s who you’re worried about right now? The dragon?”

He tried to smother the spike of panic in his chest as he realized you’d been missing. Meatlug, too. But meatlug was a dragon. She could defend herself better than any Viking- she had built in weapons, for Thor’s sake. There wasn’t anyone who wasn’t his Dad who could wrestle her down without help, not now that she’d been taught to fight off people the correct way.

You were missing. And there were Outcasts on the loose.

 “-He could be going anywhere!” Fishlegs started, shooting Hiccup a grossed out look, which he ignored, “What-What are we going to do?!”

“They don’t really go all over the island,” Tuffnut snorted, walking casually towards the pile of rocks plugging the Outcasts’ escape tunnel before stopping and shrugging, not at all panicked at the fact that you were missing, “Like. six yak farms-”

“-A couple of sheep pens-” Ruffnut gestured with both of her hands before resting them at her hips from where she stood, on the side of Tuffnut farthest from Hiccup.

“-Mildew’s cabbage field-” Tuffnut sneered at the mention and Ruffnut rolled her eyes, clearly not pleased at all -kind of disgusted- the way people usually were when Mildew was brought up.

The twins looked at each other, shoulders stiffening in mock revulsion before gagging and saying in unison, “Gobber’s outhouse.”

They both stick their tongues out in a move that was oddly synchronous as they gagged again.

“Is there anywhere else they might be headed?” Hiccup asked quickly.

He didn’t really have the mind to stay still yet he forced his feet to keep planted against the dirt anyways, eager to run after you on Toothless. But if he didn’t know where you were going, he wouldn’t be able to get to you on time.

“Well… there is the secluded beach,” Ruffnut said, turning to face Hiccup completely. Her face was still clearly written over with disinterest, eyes looking off towards the rockpile to her side.

“Yeah,” Tuffnut agreed, gesturing widely, looking up slightly as if to convey a picture of serenity, “It’s really nice. The white sand, so soft on your little toes- It’s on the other side of the island. I can’t believe you haven’t been there.” 

Ruffnut punched him in the arm, “Stop telling people where all our good hiding spots are, yak-brain!”

“You started it!” Tuffnut snapped back doodily, bending down and bringing his arm to cover his head in order to protect it from his sister’s onslaught of punches.

Hiccup grimaced, resisting the urge to say something slightly sarcastic and definitely situationally inappropriate. Any other time and he might’ve tried to vet it out; see if it was a good date spot. Instead, his gut jumped in alarm.  

“Aw, why don’t we toss ‘er overboard?” Came the voice of Alvin the Treacherous, spoken in a low-ish, high-ish grating grumble. 

He stood tall over the other Outcasts. His stature was nearly large enough to match Stoick’s, with a personality that made him about ten times more sensitive; you hadn’t known  who he was, at first. And you’d been mouthing off while they’d carried you over. 

That had definitely set him off, and it was very likely that you had the black eye to prove it. He’d knocked you into a rock.

You never had much of an opinion of him at all -you didn’t often cross paths- yet you knew his reputation and wondered if this was what was going to get Mildew finally kicked off the island.

“Boss- She’d- make a good hostage?” Have the nervous voice of another large Outcasts, bald with a thin, twirled mustache. He looked very goofy, hunching over himself with his built frame, like a small dog with its tail between its legs. 

You’d been gagged with some dirty old cloth, carried around like a hapless animal, a ragdoll held under the arm, hands tied by the wrists, arms also pinned to your back by multiple cords of tight rope. It was almost hard to breathe.

It was better than a large, sweaty hand over your mouth. That had been unpleasant.

“But- what about Mildew? If she goes back and tells the rest-”

Mildew had separated from the flock a while back, leaving for home up on the backside of the Great Hall’s mountain.

“To ‘el with Mildew!” Alvin sneered from the other side of the boat, in a way that made you scoot back, though your face was exceptionally blank. You hoped you gave off the impression that you were unimpressed.

You did your best to tune them out as Treacherous knocked his grunt a new one.

Your knees were beginning to hurt as you’d been thrown roughly to the ship’s floor, which rocked with the movement of the water, but only barely. 

Your feet and lower legs were folded under you, flush against the wood as you listened to the arguing outlaws. They were both slightly damp, the wood of the ship’s floor having been apparently washed over by a wave while Alvin had been spying.

You were, of course, a little bit nervous and a little bit scared. Were the Outcasts taking you; back to their base? But, as it stood, you were also incredibly bored. And confused.

You had no idea how they were able to muzzle Meatlug with just rope.  Or, maybe a vague idea. You had the idea that maybe she was, perhaps, a bit overtrained.

You glanced around, hoping to God, the Gods, whichever one or ones were in charge, that there was a way out of this that didn’t require you getting stabbed in some form or another.

You didn’t know what they wanted from you. Did they think you were part of the Riders?

You weren’t. You hoped that was obvious. What if they asked anything from you? You could try the hand thing. But no, would that even work? 

Your cheeks burned. You’d rather save yourself the embarrassment. And the dragons from the Outcasts, of course.

You hoped it wouldn’t take too long for the Riders to know that you were gone. They would at least notice Meatlug, you hoped. Hiccup might recognize that you were missing. That would be great.

The ship hadn’t quite been launched away too far from Berk, the top of its mountains just disappearing over the horizon. The ‘crew,’ if it could even be called that, as just a handful of Outcasts, still pulling the flimsy rowboat that had brought you there up on board.

Most of the ship was made up of a dull, gray wood that looked to be crumbling in some parts and was littered with various Outcasts all in the same coordinated uniforms, gray chainmail and darker gray fabric. Metal shoulder guards with the same vaguely curly helmets over dark-colored hair. 

You wondered if they were all related or if they’d all dyed their hair or something. The latter option seemed to be the most plausible, you being unable to spot a head of hair that wasn’t greasy in some fashion. But then again, the whole lot of them was pretty dirty. 

It was a very nice day out, sort of chilly as Berk always was, though you were more out at sea than near Berk, yes the sun shone yellow and everything was well-lit. The only shade came from the sail, outlined against the ship’s floor, just out of reach to you.

There were only a few clouds in the sky, of course, which was mostly clear. There was a speck in the distance, not any more noticeable than a piece of dust in your eye, painful as that would be.

You took a moment to squint at it before you decided that it probably wasn’t anything, the lack of movement throwing you off slightly.

Still, you looked a moment longer, for lack of anything better to do. It took you a while to realize it was growing. So maybe it wasn’t your imagination.

The Riders had come to your rescue? Your eyes widened slightly, which hurt your eye a bit,bla and you quickly turned away, hoping no one on the ship had noticed. 

You heard the hurried stamp of Outcasts as they hurried by you, shouting as they left their positions rowing, Alvin the Treacherous shouting all the while.

You risked a glance to your side, hoping there was something you could do to get ready as Outcasts levied their crossbows over the edge of the ship.

You looked up again to where, up in the sky, you saw the Riders. They were a distance away now, just barely out of shooting range.

Fishlegs was seated on Hookfang’s body, a few feet back and away from Snotlout, and from the way things were going up there, he was definitely fretting over Meatlug.

You spotted Astrid, too, but the others…?

You squinted for the third time, wincing as you felt something wet on your face -you couldn’t tell if it was sea spray or something else- yet it was unneeded.

Your only warning was a whistling, the same one most Vikings had run from before the first movie had finished. Or, It was far from a warning, really, more like an outright aggressive attack.

A shot of what you immediately recognized as plasma slammed into one side of the boat, the front side opposite you, splitting wood and damaging the bow.

You watched as an Outcast balked and edged away from the fire side even as it rocked, the force of the blast causing it to shake and singing the floorboards. You felt its heat despite its distance. Plasma was lightning and you’d rather not get burned.

Strangely enough, though, the blast hadn’t nearly been to the strength you’d remembered back on Berk, when terror was the norm. You supposed, though, that the ship might sink if that was the case.

Still, in the chaos, you’d been knocked to the side as someone’s knee caught you in the shoulder as he scrambled away.

Just by you, Meatlug was struggling in her restraints, though her pupils were enlarged and she was girling as best as she could, tied down as she was, looking around in the sky with doe eyes.

You heard a different kind of hissing soon after as the area around you filled with the noxious smog of Zippleback gas before you’d very quickly felt yourself yanked up by the shoulders.

You felt an unbelievable vertigo as you’d been thrown into the air and caught roughly, huffing just as you heard the light grunt of a teenage guy.

You were unbelievably confused, head spinning

You heard the sound of the releasing of wood gears and taut strings as arrows went flying, a few bursting through green smog and flying a good distance before landing in the sea. You heard the shouts from within the smog and were sure there were some Outcasts who had been aiming at each other by accident.

You hoped Meatlug should be fine, though for a Grinkle who’d been taken care of as well as she had, you suspected the arrows wouldn't serve as any more than thorns.

There was a reason why the Vikings on Berk stuck to their axes and swords and just resorted to throwing bolas when it came down to shooting dragons from the sky.

The smoke- It was very smart of Hiccup- because that was definitely not the Twins- to try that.

“Cut the sails!” Hiccup demanded, facing the Riders to his right as he spoke, voice carrying over the wind. It definitely sounded a bit off, as if he wasn’t quite used to giving order’s but it was confident, which did miles in terms of covering that up.

Snotlout groaned at the sound of his voice and Tuffnut threw his head back and seemed to gargle nothing into the air, but for the most part, the Riders seemed to work together like a well-oiled machine. Like your laundry partner, if she was six smallish Vikings instead of one big one in pants. 

They hadn’t done much, but for the most part it had all transitioned smoothly.

Case in point; as the gas dissipated, you watched, eyes straining around Hiccup’s torso, as Astrid signaled for Stormfly to shoot, spines jabbing haphazardly towards the ropes controlling the sails, cutting them loose.

The Outcasts below weren’t nearly quick enough to shoot, Astrid, Stormfly, Snotlout and Hookfang covering Barf and Belch as the Twins fled. 

Up in the air, things seemed more muted, especially as you were drawn away from the chaos. 

But you heard some rustling, only just barely audible, the sound of fabric on fabric on skin and something else. So, you did your best to look up at your savior, craning your head and peering out of the corner of your eye as he pulled out something from his waistband-a knife.

You were slightly uneasy, what with the unsteady ground, as he held it before you, smelling smoke and what was definitely dragon as you squirmed around.

You closed your eyes quickly, pinching them shut until you felt the flat face on something cool against your cheek and a quick, thin snap before the fabric gagging you broke loose.

He used the knife to cut the gag away from your mouth.

You blinked your eyes open again, unsteadily, your left eye stinging. 

You were face to face with Hiccup for a moment.

He looked sort of upset in a way that made you want to grimace, your eyes meeting neutral, solid greens before he turned his attention away and leaned further forwards, head whipping back towards the Riders.

“Stay out of shooting range!” Hiccup called again.

Over the sound of rabble down below, you made out the sound of Astrid and Snotlout responding, though this time, you couldn’t quite hear what they had said.

“Whatever,” Tuffnut rolled his eyes, as you scooted up just enough to see the Twins, shouting as he laid back on his dragon’s neck, distracted as Ruffnut took the liberty to punch him. Hard.

“You’ll be fine on your own?” Hiccup shouted, looking towards Astrid, who was hovering with Stormfly just a few meters below, “I’m going to get my Dad!”

“Yeah,” She looked up at him with focused eyes as nodded, “We got it.”

You wondered what the Chief was going to do with this. He couldn’t let them go. You hoped they would all be fine- the rest of the Berkians.

It was sort of surprising.

You weren’t sure why, but you’d seen the two Haddocks around together a lot less. You’d heard it from someone who heard it from Gobber that Hiccup had been avoiding the big man, and the Chief had been letting him.

It would be pretty easy to put them into custody, you guessed. The Outcasts were sitting ducks; Alvin, who if you remembered correctly from village talk, was the leader of all of them. 

It was strange that he’d arrived without extra detail though he seemed large enough for it not to matter, if largeness was any indicator of strength the way it was where the Chief was concerned.

You leaned closer to Hiccup as Toothless made a sharp turn, Hiccup’s leg under your back jerking as it switched gears.

The wind ripped past your face as Toothless rocketed through the sky.

Your escape from Dagur had been a lot more perilous. However, the way the wind blew against Hiccup, brushing his hair completely out of his face, exposing parts of a pale, blotchy forehead. It was kind of flattering, the way he leaned forwards slightly in an unconscious effort to stay streamlined.

It made him look daring in a Hiccup sort of way.

You looked up at him from where you were half reclined, both legs hanging off one side of the saddle, head hanging off the other. You were positioned in front of Hiccup on Toothless, where his tiny horn-like fins poked you in the stomach like flexible, twitchy mittens.

It was kind of awkward.

He was your knight in shining armor, sort of. More like a lanky-furred Viking guy with a metal shield, which you seemed to like a bit more.

A lanky-furred Viking guy who’d taken acid to the back for you and who’d been struck by lightning and who liked the things you gave him a lot and who you liked to see with the things you’d given him very, very much.

You had to ask yourself where the Terrors were, without their minders. This was probably not how that was supposed to go.

You stood awkwardly on the white sands of the secluded beach, the same place Hiccup had dropped you off before he’d bolted back to the village for his Dad, as Stoick on Thornado dropped Alvin roughly onto the dirt.

The Chief landed on him as he tried to push away and make a break for it. Make a break for it or attempt a take-down of someone, most probably you, though that seemed even less and less likely as Hiccup and therefore Toothless stood stationed in front of you.

Toothless was definitely bored, much more interested in the pushing and pulling waves than the Outcasts being stripped of their helmets, gear and weapons and escorted to captivity in restraints by a league of tough, large, able-bodied Berkians.

Hiccup was standing casually by you, if by ‘by’ you meant slightly in front of, though you could tell he was still tense, shoulders a bit too stiff and arms crossed in a way that was atypical for him as he conversed with the other Riders. His eyes, though, stayed cautiously on his Dad and Alvin.

And Snotlout, as he goaded on the grunt outcasts, who glared at him. One tried to lunge but was quickly punched down by Spitelout, who had then turned his attention to his son, ready to give him an earful.

“-If you plug a hole, you can pick water up with it,” Tuffnut nodded, “I did that once with a mug that had a hole in the bottom. It was really thin, though. Made it out of a rusty pipe or something, I dunno.”

“Heat builds pressure,” Ruffnut nodded, joining in. You were pretty sure what they had held merit; you were pretty sure the pipe thing did. 

You wished you had the internet, still.

You sometimes thought that they were secret geniuses, or very good at stumbling on to real science. 

“What?” Hiccup said, “That doesn’t make sense.”

The twins were positioned a lot closer to you than the others, Astrid and Fishlegs being more focused on the Outcasts’, Fishlegs more so because he was worried about Meatlug, who’d had yet to be brought to shore by the adult Vikings. He was hunched over as per usual, quite twitchy and asking about her frequently in a way that made everyone close to him annoyed. Astrid was standing more firmly, arms crossed as she stoickly surveyed the scene.

Ruffnut snickered, “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“What?” Hiccup looked to you for help.

You smiled with a bit of mischief.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” You repeated, bumping into his arm with your own as he shot you a slightly betrayed look.

You shuffled carefully, mindful not to kick up too much sand as your boots were still wet and cleaning sand out of your soles and toes was something you really weren’t looking forward to doing later.

“That- I’ve never heard of that. Ever. Not working,” Hiccup looked at you with concern, shoulders loosening.

You blinked your eye, which was now definitely at least slightly swollen.

You’d touched it a moment earlier to find something lightly stinging just below your eye. When your fingers had come off, they were slightly shiny with what you thought was blood, though it didn’t really seem to be bleeding freely, so it was probably fine enough for you to handle on your own.

Nobody had said anything yet, anyhow, so you didn’t think it was that big of a deal.

“It might,” You shrugged, smiling emptily, though you were sure you could have said something of merit having learned more in elementary than he’d probably ever get to know his entire life.

“Yeah,” Tuffnut said, pleasedly. You were fifty percent certain if they did believe the Earth was round, or if other people believed they did, it was because they’d come up with something ridiculous to say to bug everyone else.

“... This isn’t going to become another ‘Earth is round’ thing, is it?” Hiccup asked exhaustedly.

Ruffnut’s head perked up at the statement, head whipping to you before she began to speak in a raspy, very approving voice, “Round-earther.”

Tuffnut started jumping in place like he was about to start sprinting, shaking his arms out.

You fist bumped Tuffnut as “Yeah,”-ed in a way that told you it was less about the word and more about his approval, bobbing his head over hunched shoulders, satisfied at your obvious agreement.

“If you don’t,” You but your lip, searching for the right word, “Not keep trying to woo me with all your boundless scientific knowledge, it might.”

Hiccup looked scandalized.

“Science is more Fishlegs’ thing,” He grumbled, shrugging,shaking his head and looking away to nod towards the large boy, looking miserable in a sort of mild way,

You bit your lip, feeling a little bit bad. Really, you were incredibly grateful that he was able to get to you so fast. 

“I know. You’re really smart, actually, I mean-” You nodded, speaking emphatically, before nudging him with your elbow, in a gentle effort to communicate that you weren’t serious, “-You’re a genius, but that’s half the point-not that bit, I mean the one before it- Really, privately, I don’t think Fishlegs believes the Earth is round, either.”

Hiccup shot you a quick, short smile at the compliment, yet still nudged you lightly back.

You smiled slightly too, something you were sure was along the lines of like a small crescent, feeling sort of warm in the chest.

In the background, both Tuffnut and Ruffnut boo-ed quietly. Fishlegs, a few feet away, because to speak with more intense anxiety about Meatlug, despite everyone else’ reassurances that she was okay. 

You knew Fishlegs and Meatlug already stuck questionably close, beyond the levels of ‘best friend’ that Hiccup and Toothless had, bordering on some anxious attachment. This was not going to help that.

“You were being sarcastic?” Hiccup asked after a moment.

You shifted, sticking your tongue out slightly, both of your brows quirking up.

Hiccup’s bottom lids pulled upwards as he smiled, the joy you imagined in his eyes and the light reflecting off them making it look like a fire had been lit in his pupils.

“Gross,” Tuffnut mumbled to his sister in your periphery, nudging her in the arm and making a face, which maybe just made you smile harder.

It -the beach- would be a good place to pull in water. And it was connected to the tunnels. If only he could figure out a way to funnel water upwards; his chute system worked off gravity and dragons bringing water up to the top of it to begin running.

For a project as large-scale as a pipe system, he’d need something more sophisticated.

He wasn’t sure what the twins suggested would work. But…

“It’s okay,” You said, bumping his shoulder with your own, “Have you been working on anything new? In the forge, I mean. To do with pipes.”

Hiccup turned to look at you.

“Ah, yeah…” He hadn’t realized he’d said that out loud.

You and Hiccup were walking the long way back to the village, through the forest walking past large, straight-backed pine trees, in the part of Berk where the fauna grew tallest and things were just a bit more wild.

Pine fronds rustled and there was barely a walkable path, the way you were headed. Hiccup guessed that there weren’t many people going to the secluded beach.

He’d offered to walk you, privately because he didn’t want to fly back with the rest of the others, who would be undoubtedly making fun of him.

And he wanted to make sure you were okay.

“What are you planning?” You hedged, looking at him from the corner of your eye, hands behind your back. You’d been putting them a lot there recently. He wondered if there was a reason for that.

The two of you were very close, squeezing past and over fallen logs and dodging around mossy trunks and large plate-looking mushrooms.

“For the record, I really liked your Terror trick.” 

Hiccup started at that as he kicked aside a large stick and stepped over a rock, protruding out of the damp forest floor.

He supposed he should be pretty pleased with that answer, and a part of him was, preening and sitting a bit straighter as you took a few steps forwards, hopping over a short gnarled root and brushing aside a particularly dark set of long ferns, but. Another part of him was a little bit doubtful.

The air was very fresh despite the fact that the fauna was incredibly packed down by the underbrush.

“You said you thought Fishlegs’ was the best,” Hiccup grumbled as you squinted up at him.

The look you gave him filled him with a small measure of embarrassment, cheeks burning slightly. So he was a little itty-bit jealous.

“I meant what I said,” You paused, waiting for him to catch up, stopping in front of a large log, one that definitely was decaying and probably had a lot of bugs in it. He wondered if Terrors like bugs.

Hiccup tried to see around it, long and definitely wide. It seemed to go through a large mass of unkempt ferns and boulders. He couldn’t tell where it began or ended. 

…Maybe he should have brought Toothless instead of letting him run ahead. But if you got lost, to be fair, you weren’t the worst person to be lost with. 

Hiccup wasn’t affronted by the idea, “Looks like we’re going to have to go up.”

“Okay,” You nodded, leaving the looking to Hiccup, kicking down the beginnings of a small bush as you grabbed for the side of the log.

You yelped as part of the bark crumbled, breaking off your hands, and grimaced blankly down at it, held in your palm as you stood again in front of the log.

Hiccup looked at it with concern, then decided to feel for his own grip, wincing when he made contact with soft bark, half rotted and darkly colored, pulling himself up the side and trying to feel for a hold with his prosthetic.

His other hand made contact with something soft and damp for a moment, which he winced at yet didn’t care much about as he grabbed upwards, “Here’s good.”

“Thanks,” You said simply as you lined up behind him.

He felt around at the top of the log before grabbing along what felt like a ridge, pulling himself up with a grunt and threw himself over, straddling the top. 

A glowing bug skittered past against the wood, traveling towards a patch of fungus growing out of the dead log; a long thing with many legs looking a light transparent blue.

Hiccup frowned. It had probably come over from the pond. Hopefully didn’t just cause any kind of environmental disaster; he wasn’t being conservative at all with what he put in there.  Fishlegs would probably handle it. He was more into that kind of thing than Hiccup. For you, it was worth it.

He twisted in half to look back at you, scooting back on the log slightly in order to make room “So…”

Your brows were brows lifted upwards as you spoke, “...What’s been going on with you and your Dad?”

Hiccup perked up, grimacing, eyes turning from you to back down the path the two of you had walked to get here. 

It was a sudden question, but with the lull in conversation, as it usually went in most circumstances, there was bound to be something, though the subject of that something was usually impossible to put a name to. Unless it was Hiccup speaking, in which case it was probably going to get him in trouble.

But had you really picked up on that? Hiccup and his Dad, that was. Hiccup had to wonder if he was really that easy to read. If his Dad was, for anyone who wasn’t him. The answer to that question was a bit more obscure to him.

“Sorry,” You said, sheepishly.

Hiccup nodded.

“It’s fine,” He wondered how much you knew about them; how much you’d been witness to. The idea was embarrassing to him for reasons he hadn’t thought about. It was a bit different with everyone else, given most of the people here already knew his business. 

He guessed you had been here long enough to be most people, but you were not.

How much did you know about him? Did you know how much he liked you?

Hiccup shrugged, sort of moodily, glaring down at the forest floor way down off to the side by your feet.

And then he held out his hand

He was sort of nervous when he did, but as if late it seemed that an exchange of hands was something the two of you did more easily. But whatever brought the conversation away from his parent issues.

But then you laughed, and took it. It was sort of nervous and a little bit shy but it was spur-of-the-moment and the kind that just came out of nowhere, short and uncontrollable. And it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

It was… Almost enough to make him forget about his Dad.

Really, he didn’t know why he was still upset. He had told his dad it was fine -that he’d been forgiven since he’d been bugging you- but he still didn’t want to see him right now. So he took the liberty to remove himself from the situation. It’d probably be fine later. Their relationship was still slightly rocky.

He had no idea what his Dad was trying to do, offering Hiccup help. You didn’t seem to be the rough-and-tumble type. Maybe you were. Who knew.

His Dad didn’t get his friendship  with Toothless, not even in half. Not until he’d gotten Thornado and even then, they were more different. More like battle buddies than friends, which was a completely different thing; more about the utility than anything else. As least he’d stopped trying to kick the dragons off the island, 

He half pulled you up the log, watching your arms tense and loosen as you climbed.

Hiccup swallowed, then frowned slightly.

You settled on the log across from him with a light thump and a wince, looking back behind you and tugging your skirts loose after the majority of the trim had gotten stuck under one of your legs.

You looked a bit different in this light, face more covered in shadow, details by the pond harder to pick out now that you were in the relative darkness of the forest instead of by the pond, but he laughed nervously all the same, bringing one hand up to rub the back of his neck.

There was some dark mottling around your eye. It sort of implied a swell but the bruising wasn’t nearly enough to throw off the symmetry of your face or seal your eye shut in the way eyes did when they were busted. Still, it was noticeable and it looked like it hurt.

There was a very light cut below your bottom lid, not nearly enough to form a canyon but enough to cut down to blood, already scabbing. He was sure it would be nothing more than a papercut by tomorrow. 

But still, he kind of wished he’d gotten there in time to stop it.

He looked down, startling at your thumb running over the back of his hand, vaguely and definitely unconsciously tracing over the lightning scar like a jagged vine trailing up his wrist.

It has just been a moment, but he’d-He hadn’t realized the two of you had still been holding hands. 

You nearly pulled yours away, but Hiccup was just in time to stop that, the gentle wrapping of his own fingers pulling to yours just barely enough to be felt.

He kept his eyes trained away, as if to ignore what he’d just done, feeling slightly as if he’d just gotten away with something small and taboo, like he was a child again stealing a piece of bread off his Father’s plate.

Fortunately, you seemed happy as well to ignore the Gronkle in the metaphorical room. Maybe even… Flustered?

“How are the, ah,” You asked, both hands on his wrist now, “Acid burns? Are you fine, now?”

He wasn’t sure how you’d gone from the Lightning scars to the acid burns, but he did guess that was the last time he’d… He’d rescued you. Kind of.

Hiccup’s blush must have spanned from one ear to the next with how they tingled with that very familiar hot-yet-not, half-stinging-in-a-painless-way sensation.

After all the abrasions and blisters had gone, it was fine. Of course, now, it was mostly healed, though it gave him trouble sometimes.

The skin there was stuffer and newer than he’d like it, incredibly soft and rough and sensitive and insensitive in all the wrong ways. But it made for a cool scar. And that was all that mattered.

What he couldn’t make up for in stature, he definitely had covered in scar tissue.

At least it didn’t hurt anymore- not when he moved, or tried to sleep… He used the ointment the two of you had gotten from Gothi.

He wished he’d gotten to the Outcast ship sooner. Really, he should be the one asking if you were fine. There was no point dancing around it.

They -He and the others- didn't have time to go back for the Terrors- they’d be causing trouble back at the arena

“You’re…” Hiccup turned his attention down to the dirt and mulch, then back up at you. His free hand twitched as if suggesting he use it to take a look at the part of your eye that must have still been sore, instead moving to trace the inside of your wrist. The one that belonged to the hand still holding his, which had relaxed enough that his knuckles brushed against the old log bark.

 “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” You stuck your tongue out slightly and smiled in a way that used your cheeks, “...is something wrong?”

Hiccup startled, “What? No- I mean,” he was not particularly paying attention as he began to slide slightly on the log, precarious balance thrown off kilter. He would adjust, in just a second, though, after he- “I- Your eye-”

Unfortunately, before he could finish, he felt something still catch against the gray fabric of his trousers -probably bark- and even as he made increased efforts to stop it, letting go of your hand and throwing his arms out, accidentally smacking you in the shoulder, he still slipped and fell off the other end of the log, landing shoulder first on hard forest floor.

He really had to stop doing that.