VioletCamryn

she/they || 19 y/o || ex-retired writer || live-action Snotlout revived my love for writing || in a writing slump

[violetcamryn]

i’m starting to think i should pay an etsy witch to put a writing motivation spell on me 😀

[violetcamryn]

“Meet Me At Midnight”

Part 1

Gabriel Howell x fem! bartender reader

Rating: Fluff, some suggestive content in future parts but not explicit smut, nothing suggestive in this part tho

AN: hope u like the pic i used, it’s one of my faves of him 😋

Another night full of cleaning glasses and listening to drunk losers ramble about how lonely they were was definitely not your idea of a fun way to spend your friday night.

But, bartending was what paid the bills. You lived in a small studio apartment close to the bar, and you’d been working as a bartender here for almost 3 months now.

You loved the money it brought in, especially when they drunk guys would pile on tips because you were, to quote them directly, “too pretty not to”. You knew it was the alcohol talking, but took the money happily.

However, the bartending job was rather boring most nights. Sure, it was eventful, but not the type of entertainment that you were looking for. You didn’t care for the drunken bar fights, you wanted someone to come and talk to you. Have a meaningful conversation, not just some drunk blabber.

You secretly hoped that sometime soon, someone interesting would come by and make your night shift a little more exciting, but so far, no luck.

As you cleaned the shot glasses and filed them back into their resting places, you felt your coworker tap you on the shoulder.

“Can you take over the beer tap? I have to run to the washroom” she said before scurrying off to the staff washroom.

You gladly took over, because usually the beer tap was a lot slower paced than the rush of the shots you would pour for the big groups.

The slower pace sometimes meant a good conversation here and there, even if they were few and far between.

As you stood by the beer tap and waited around for someone to order, you decided to make yourself busy cleaning the counter off, as there had been many spilled drinks throughout the night.

That was another thing about being a bartender that you didn’t particularly enjoy; you’d come home every night smelling of alcohol and no matter how much you wanted to save your shower for the morning, you’d be forced to take a shower at the early hours of the morning before you crawled into bed.

Luckily, the bar was within walking distance of your apartment so you never had to drive home. You couldn’t imagine getting pulled over for some routine traffic stop and the officer smelling the disgusting amount of alcohol that had leeched onto your clothes.

You grabbed a washcloth from below the register, and brought it over to the bar counter.

You got the cleaning spray from behind the sink, and started to clean the counter.

Soon, you noticed someone come up to the bar in front of the beer tap, so you looked up to see if they were wanting to order anything.

You made eye contact with a man, who was looking around aimlessly, seeming almost bored.

Not the usual type of customer you got, you thought to yourself.

“Is there anything I can get you?” you asked him.

“Oh, uh not at the moment, thank you” he replied, making eye contact with you.

You figured you would just let him sit for a while until he decided what he wanted to order, and you got back to your cleaning.

You didn’t expect much conversation, because most of the men here were preoccupied with the giant TV that displayed their favorite sports.

But not this man.

“So, how long have you been working here?” he asked suddenly.

You assumed he would be totally disinterested and didn’t expect him to spark up a conversation, but nonetheless paused your cleaning to respond.

“Nearly 3 months now. Just picked it up to pay the bills, you know?” you replied.

“Ah, I see. You ever get any weirdos coming in?” he asked.

“Not really, just the drunk “frat bros” and old guys who don’t have much manners. But no, nobody too weird to be honest” you responded. You appreciated the conversation, as it took your mind off of how boring the night had been.

“You know what, lemme order a beer. You want one too? It’s on me” the man sitting across from you asked.

“No, thank you. I can’t drink on the job. But I’ll get that beer ready for you” you replied, grabbing a beer glass and pouring him a drink.

“Oh, right. Forgot you can’t drink on the job. I guess I’ll just have to buy you one another time then, when you’re not working” he said with a flirty smile.

“You’re gonna have to at least ask me my name first” you responded, a bit surprised by his forwardness, but not put off by it.

“Oh my gosh, that’s so embarrassing. I’m asking you to get drinks and we don’t even know each others names. I’m Gabriel, Gabe for short. And you are…?”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Gabe” you replied.

“So, I’m not hearing a “no” about that drink offer…” he said with a grin, taking a sip of his beer.

“You’re gonna have to try a little harder, you’ve only known me for…” you glanced at your watch, “…a whopping 10 minutes” you laughed.

“Okay, okay. You’re right, let me earn that drink with you” he said before turning to pull something out of his wallet.

He placed a 10$ bill on the counter gently, and took his beer with him towards the darts area, but only after looking over his shoulder to see if you had been watching him.

You made sure to look away as soon as he looked your direction, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had at least piqued your interest.

You made a mental note of his short brown hair, his captivating brown eyes, and that awful smirk that he gave you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little interested, but you knew you were much harder to get than just a 10 minute conversation.

He was going to have to earn that drink with you.

A while later, you noticed him leave the bar, not caring much about it as you returned to pouring shots. Your friend had come back from the washroom while he was still chatting with you, but she had let you finish talking before swooping in and taking her station again.

Honestly, you appreciated that, because even though it wasn’t the most stimulating conversation, it was conversation nonetheless. God knows you needed something to keep you entertained.

After another hour of bartending, the bar was set to close in around 30 minutes. People began to leave, and you began to clean the tables.

As you were cleaning the tables, you noticed a slip of paper with a number scribbled on it was left on one of them.

“to: Y/N *insert number here* ~Gabe” you read.

You laughed to yourself, knowing that he must be thinking he’s so smart leaving his number like that for you to find.

You threw the number into the trash along with all the leftover napkins and food stuffs that had been left on the tables. He was going to have to try a little harder than that to get you to go out with him.

You finished cleaning and said your goodbyes, and made your way back home.

You arrived at your apartment just past 3:00 am, and begrudgingly hopped into the shower. All you wanted was to crawl into bed, but the lingering smell of spilled alcohol was too much.

You let the hot water relax your body, anticipating the comfort of your bed after you showered.

You finished your shower and got ready for bed, finally getting to rest your feet as you climbed into bed. You fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillow.

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The following morning, or should I say afternoon considering you woke up at 12:30, was slow. You made yourself coffee, turned on your favorite TV show, and kicked your feet up. Your bartending shift didn’t start until 6:00 pm tonight, so you had some time to relax.

After watching TV for a while, you got up and cleaned your apartment while listening to some music.

The time flew by, because by the time you finally looked at the clock, it was 4:00 pm and you had to start getting ready for work.

You threw on your usual outfit, which consisted of a grey button up uniform top, a leather mini-skirt, and knee high black boots.

You curled your hair before throwing it into a loose ponytail, did your makeup, and gathered your purse before checking the time— 5:30 pm. You had left yourself just enough time to grab a coffee on your walk to work.

You headed out the door and made your way down the stairwell to the exit of the apartment.

The street was bustling with the early evening traffic, and you saw the sun beginning to set in the distance. Thank God for the summer sunset, you hated walking to work at your old job during the winter, because it would get so dark so early.

You passed by the coffee shop and grabbed a small coffee before continuing on your way to work.

You arrived at work around 5:45, with just enough time to get set up before the bar opened. The building that your bar was in also had another daytime bar that was open until 6:00, but you worked in the bar that was attached to the club, so you only opened when the club opened.

You cleaned glasses and wiped tables, refilled straw holders and redistributed the table cards that advertised the drink of the day. Today’s drink of the day was the Aperol Spritz, one of your favourites. Luckily you weren’t allowed to drink on the job, or you’d be spending your hard earned money on a nice drink.

Your coworker Abby came in 5 minutes after you arrived, greeting you before heading to the back office to get ready.

The bouncers for the club usually came through the bar too, so you got to say hello before they headed to their spot.

As much as you sometimes hated how much drama the club brought in, it sure did bring in lots of customers who tipped well, so you were expecting a good night.

The club opened and in turn, so did the bar. Slowly people began to file in, mostly sticking to the club for the first few minutes.

A few people came up and ordered drinks for their group before heading back onto the floor of the club.

The music was loud, the air was stuffy, and the usual crowd was boring as ever.

The thought of the talkative man from last night coming to see you again didn’t even cross your mind. Until you heard a familiar voice.

“So, you come here often?” Gabriel joked to you.

“No, this is my first time here actually. Got any drink recommendations?” you joked back, continuing to clean glasses.

“I do, in fact. The—“ you saw him glance at the card on the counter that displayed the drink of the day “—aperol spritz is quite lovely, I highly recommend. I’ll actually order one now, please” he said with a smile.

“Oh, I see. Well I might have to try it some time” you replied, playing along as you made him his drink.

“Maybe I can take you out to try it then” he said with a smile as you handed his drink to him.

You laughed lightly, admiring his gentle persistence.

“You really are dedicated, I’ll give you that” you said, placing the clean glasses back on the shelf.

“Well I can’t just let any old guy in here swoop in and take you you out before I get the chance, can I? I’ve gotta shoot my shot while I still can” Gabriel replied with a joking tone, but truth still lingered in his sentence.

“Oh trust me, there are very few men in this joint who would even give me the time of day if I wanted them to. Most just demand a beer and walk off” you said, trying to sound lighthearted, but poorly masking the truth behind your statement; most of the men here were…well, men. Not bothering much polite conversation, just getting their drink and leaving.

“They don’t know what they’re missing out on” Gabriel responded.

“You don’t even know what they’re missing out on, Gabriel. You’ve only known me for a day” you said back.

“And in those almost-24 hours, I’ve already gathered that you are somebody I’d really like to get to know better” he replied, his eyes meeting yours briefly.

Your thoughts slowed for a moment. It had been a very long time since any guy had shown any amount of interest in you, and you had to take in the things you were hearing. It wasn’t like some ground-breaking confession, but he was being honest about wanting to get to know you more, and it made you feel warm inside.

“Well then, let’s start now” you said to him, thinking for a moment about what to ask him.

“What do you do for work? You obviously already know what I do, but I haven’t heard much about your life outside this bar” you asked.

He appeared to hesitate for a moment before responding,

“Im an actor. Nothing big, I mean I’ve had a few roles in movies, but you know…” he trailed off.

“You don’t sound nearly as proud of that career as I would be. Hell, that’s my dream career. I’ll trade with you right now” you half joked.

He laughed and cracked a smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, I just worry that I might seem too self-absorbed if I really show how passionate I am about my job” he replied.

“I’d say you have every right to brag, God knows I would” you said looking down at the counter for a moment.

Truth is, you had always wanted to pursue acting, but your parents never supported it, they thought school was more important. Which, you didn’t necessarily disagree with. You had simply wanted to do both.

“Well thanks for the much-needed confidence boost, Y/N” Gabriel said with a laugh.

“Anytime” you replied.

You noticed the crowding around the bar was less now, more people had moved onto the dance floor of the club.

You were secretly happy about it, because less crowd meant more talking to Gabriel.

“So, now that I know what you do for work, do you live around here?” you asked.

“I live about 30 minutes away if I’m walking, but I usually take a cab here so…let’s say I live about 10 minutes away” he said, clearly thinking hard about his statement to make it as accurate as possible.

“I see. And you like it?” you asked.

“Like living around here? Yeah, it’s really nice. I grew up here actually, but I moved away for a while to work on a small film project. I missed it so much that I ended up coming back” Gabriel replied.

“Alright, final question mystery boy, what brings you into the bar? I mean other than the fantastic drinks I make” you said with a wink.

“I just come to unwind after a long day. Honestly, it’s not even the drinks that relax me. It’s the conversation, the social aspect of it all, that I come here for” he replied, “which is why I like talking to you so much”.

“I have to say the same, Gabriel. I live for the good conversation here, as scarce as it is. Talking to you is…fun” you admitted, trying not to sound too overly excited.

“I could say the same” he replied, meeting your eyes again. You could feel your cheeks heat up, the blush creeping onto your face. God, his eyes sure were mesmerizing. Truth be told, you hadn’t taken a very good look at him yet, beyond just making a mental note of the basics.

You noticed his slightly muscular shoulders, his confident posture, and his gentle smile.

It wasn’t long before you had to turn away to hide the fact that you were indeed blushing, so you found yourself organizing the display of liquor behind you.

It needed to be organized anyways, but everybody usually just avoided it until it became too disorganized to function. Today you were grateful for that.

“Well, it was lovely talking to you again. I’ll see you around, Y/N” Gabriel said as he took the last sip of his drink, before placing the empty glass back on the counter.

“Nice to see you again, Gabriel” you said sincerely.

He walked over to the pool table to join some guys, who you assumed were his friends, given the way they were nudging him teasingly and pointing over to you.

You took his glass, and noticed a 10$ bill underneath it. He had already paid his tab, so this was a tip just for you.

You pocketed it, letting yourself smile briefly before returning to your work. You glanced over at him a few times, catching his eye every now and again.

The rest of the night was dull as usual, but you didn’t pay it much notice, because your mind was preoccupied with Gabriel.

Somehow, he had crept his way into the spotlight of your mind. Slowly but surely, you felt that unmistakable warmth in your chest, and you hoped that these late night conversations with Gabriel could blossom into something more.

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AN: pt.2 coming soon!! sorry for the delay, life got super busy all at once, i’m starting a new job in less than a week and that doesn’t leave me much time to write. but i’ve got so many ideas for this fic 🙂‍↕️

[jambie-me]

I need my boy to eat pussy like a drunk man and then wet his cock. So needy. I read your alphabet and I need more. It was very good. 😌

Unwinding- LA! Snotlout x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: Oral (reader receiving), reader is has AFAB parts but is GN, pnv, praise kink, hair pulling, grinding, Snotlout is so pathetic I need him

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST I NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO WRITE HIM MUNCHING. He’s a muncher I fear. I promise I will edit this tmrw and italicize what needs to be italicized but right now I just want to go to sleep I fear. I’m sorry this took so long to get out, life has been busy the last few days and I haven’t had as much time to write as I wish, but I’m gonna try and crank out one more work tmrw bc I’m gonna be doing a lot of moving stuff the rest of the week and weekend. PLEASE DONT STOP W REQUESTS!!! Requests make me so happy and I promise to get to them all, I just decided to join tumblr at a very busy point in my life which is my bad. Anyways, thank you again for this request, I hope you all enjoy <3

You had to admit, you didn’t quite realize the monster you would unleash when you taught Snotlout how to eat you out. Least of all, did you expect it to be his favorite way to unwind after a long day. Hel, you thought he was joking when he brought it up earlier. He was tired, stressed, and upon you asking him what you could do to help him, he’d replied, “Can I eat you out?”

You had laughed. But who were you to turn that down, if he was offering?

But you had to believe it, because now, here you were, with Snotlout’s face buried between your thighs, lapping at you like a mad man. His hands were on either of your thighs, blunt nails digging into your soft skin as he desperately traced his tongue over your folds. Your hand tightens in his hair as he sucks at your clit, his tongue flicking over it as you whine out.

“Snotlout-fuck-“ you look down at him, utterly overwhelmed after almost a half an hour of this to meet his gaze. Those adoring, pleading brisk eyes look back up at you, and stay on you intently as he continues to devour you. His tongue thrusts in and out of you and he moans at the taste, brow furrowing up. “Gods, you-hoh, my- Snotlout, fuck, you’re so pretty like this. So good, the damn best.” You praise mindlessly. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know it’s because he has a thing for being praised-you’ve proved that on multiple occasions after he denied it. But right now, your mind is too hazy with pleasure to make that connection.

You see his hips grind down against the mattress at the praise and he swallows thickly. He’s panting, gasping for air-you can feel the suction of his inhales and the heat of his exhales against your sensitive skin. You try to pull him away, but he responds only by shaking his head as he presses himself closer. He was so desperate, even more so than you. For what, you weren’t sure- Praise? Encouragement? Touch? But you were determined to give it to him.

“You’re such a good boy for me, babe-“ you whisper, stroking his hair and pushing it out of his eyes. He whimpers against you and sucks at your clit again, pressing his tongue against the bud as he kept looking at you through thick, dark lashes. “Mmh, just like that- fuck, good boy, keep doing that-“ he follows your command eagerly, pulling away only for a moment to wet his tongue before diving back in. He’s insatiable, still looking up at you with those doe like eyes, looking for your approval. “I’m close, baby-gods, so close-keep doing that, please, so fucking good-“

When he replaces his tongue on your clit with his thumb, drawing tight circles, your hand tightens impossibly further in his hair as you reach your peak. You thighs are quivering on either of his shoulders as you cry out. His tongue laps at your release feverishly, and even when you’re just trying to catch your breath, he’s still going. You mewl at the overstimulation, tugging him back pleadingly before he finally obliges, panting heavily himself.

“…thank you.” He whispers through deep breaths, wiping his mouth and swallowing thickly. He still has that doe eyed, reverent look in his eyes, not bothering to fix his hair like he revels in the mess you had made him.

You laugh breathlessly. “Thank YOU.” You grin at him and sit up a bit straighter. You glance down at his crotch to see him still hard-on nights like this, it was 50/50 on whether he would grind his hips and finish as he was eating you out or if he would find himself too focused on you to do so.

You smirk and open your legs a bit more. “You did so good, sweetheart. Perfect for me.” He whimpers again when you praise him, instinctively moving to kneel between your thighs. “I think you’ve more than earned this. To take care of yourself now.” You tug down his pants and underwear, shifting to find an easy position for him. “Besides, after all that…I think I’m plenty ready for you.” You cup his chin in your hand and draw him closer, pressing your lips to his as you position him in front of your entrance. He practically shouts at the feeling of you on his oversensitive tip, but quickly overcomes it as he presses inside you.

He pulls away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, high pitched gasps and heavy sighs leaving him. “Please, oh-gods, please, I-I’m not gonna last-oh gods-“

“That’s okay.” You assure him gently, still cradling his face in your hands. “This is about you, not me.”

He whimpers at that, his head falling to your shoulder. “Hhhng…can I move? Please, I need to move-“

“Take what you need.”

With that, it’s like you had flipped a switch on him. He wraps his arms around your torso and begins thrusting wildly, with no certain rhythm except for the pure desperation practically oozing from him. You cradle the back of his head against, biting your lip at the feeling.

“There you go, good boy-you’re so desperate for me, huh? You waited for s-so long, so patient…so, so good for me-“ you murmur against his temple. He’s beyond words now, just babbling out random pleas and moaning pathetically.

“Please-gonna come, gonna-hhh-“ He whispers against you. You tug his hair in response, eliciting a cry from him.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

He barely pulls out in time before he’s grinding against your clit as he comes, his spend spilling onto your stomach. He’s just whining, eyes screwed shut as he rides out his orgasm. “Thank you-thank you-“ he breathes before finally practically going boneless beside you. He hugs your arms against his chest, his exhales tickling your skin and you huff out a laugh.

“Feeling better now?” You mutter, resting a hand in his hair and scratching his scalp soothingly.

“Uh huh.” He mutters, his eyelids fluttering at your touch. “Thank you. Really.”

You roll your eyes but smile down at him fondly. “You don’t have to thank me, but…If it makes you feel better, then- no problem.” You hug him tighter, reaching to the bedside table and cleaning yourself off. “You need anything?”

“No.” He mumbles, already sounding half asleep. “Just stay w’me. Please.”

You move the two of you to lay down and he rests his head above your heart, like he often does. Something about being able to feel, hear the life in you was comforting to him.

“… I love you.” He adds, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. Your eyes soften and to pull him close enough to kiss the crown of his head.

“I love you too, Snotlout.” You whisper. “Now go to sleep.” With that, he drifts off to sleep in your arms, his heart beating against yours like a rhythm for just the two of you.

[jambie-me]

your snotlout smut alphabet was so good that i had to come in here and request some snotlout x reader smut 😤

would you write snotlout x reader (gender neutral or fem reader) after a date night where they’ve had a few drinks and get a little…riled up and the night ends with them fucking :3

no pressure to write this, just thought i’d drop it here in case u needed inspo

Best Rider in Berk - LA! Snotlout x GN! Reader

Warnings: Alcohol use, fluffy smut, so I guess technically dubcon but both parties are 100% consenting, aftercare, Snotlout is in love with you, GN reader, I’ve never written a full length smut one-shot before so bear with me

A/N: I don’t drink and I try to stay away from drinking in general because addiction runs in the family and the only drunk people I’ve been around have been sad drunks so I don’t know how to write drunk people LMAO. And it still ended up being fluffy and very love-making and not fucking I’m sorry 😔 I promise to put out something more freaky soon. Also, this can be LA or Animated Snotlout, whatever floats your boat! I just wrote it with the LA Snotlout in mind. Hope you enjoy :3

It had been a long day.

A long week, really. You’d had a date night planned with Snotlout for a few nights ago, but every night, something came up and you had to push it back. But finally, finally, both of you had been able to settle down your dragons a bit early for the night. Now, you were sitting on the table in the empty Great Hall with your third mug of beer in hand and Snotlout was laying his head in your lap. He had been babbling any and every thought that came to mind for the last 10 minutes as you gently played with his hair. “Basically, I’m the best dragon rider in Berk. ‘Cause you can consider all the-“

“I disagree.” You cut him off, not pausing in your fingers running through his hair. Snotlout immediately pauses and furrows his brow, sitting up straight. “What?” He furrows his brow further in confusion. Thankfully, the fact that he’s slightly intoxicated gives you a chance to explain.

“I think you are the second best rider in Berk.” You compromise with a small shrug as he moves to sit beside you.

“To who??” He exclaims incredulously.

“Me.” You grin smugly, crossing your legs and setting down your mug of beer. Snotlout blinks in realization before laughing breathily.

“Mm, well- Y’know I love you, babe, but-if you ever tried steering Hookfang around-“ He feels your hand on his knee and pauses to glance over at you.

“I wasn’t talking about riding dragons.” You mutter, raising an eyebrow teasingly. Internally, you cringe a bit at yourself-you were sober enough to know that that sounded like a line that you’d only hear your friends use when joking around, but luckily, you were just intoxicated enough to not let that stop you.

Snotlout pauses, and you can practically see the gears turning in his mind as he processes what you said, before his eyes light up in recognition and excitement. “Oh, really?” He replies a little too loudly, leaning a little closer. The alcohol in his system makes him a lot less subtle, you’ve noticed, and it’s only proven as his eyes rapidly dart between your lips, your chest, and your eyes again. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You, um…think you could prove it to me?” As flirtatious as the question is, you can see the underlying question in his eyes. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had gotten it on after a few drinks, but every time, Snotlout was extra careful to ensure you really wanted it. It sends a small flutter through your heart and you nod reassuringly before shifting to straddle his lap.

“I could be persuaded.”

With that, your lips crash together, your hand moving to cup his jaw while the other holds his bicep. You can feel him sigh against you and melt into the kiss, hands landing at your hips. He tastes like the beer you two had shared, and something that’s uniquely him-a taste you find yourself craving from time to time. His hand moves to your hair like he’s looking for something to ground him when the two of you part briefly to catch your breath before colliding again, this time, hungrier. Your tongue darts out to deepen the kiss, flitting over Snotlout’s, making a soft groan leave him. There’s a quiet noise of suction as you pull away and he whines, but you stay close enough to him that you can feel his breaths fan over you as he pants.

“Do we wanna take this somewhere else?” You offer, tilting your head to the side as you take in the sight of him. He looks around as though he only just now remembered where the two of you were and he swallows thickly. “Probably…Probably should.” He admits reluctantly. You nod understandingly, making a show of moving off of his lap that makes Snotlout whine.

“My place?” You hold out your hand, which he takes gratefully as he smooths his hair down.

“Yeah. Y-Your place.”

The moment that you enter your bedroom, your lips meet his again like a magnet, pulled by an invisible force. Snotlout backs into the bed with a grunt, making your noses bump awkwardly. A huff of a laugh leaves you as you cup his chin and press one more tender kiss to his lips before you take off his helmet, tossing it to the side. He’s immediately tugging at the top of your shirt, asking to take it off.

“Y’know what you want tonight, huh?” You tease, but comply with his needy request. He nods eagerly, taking in the sight of you.

“It’s date night. I can be demanding if I want to.” He mutters, hands tracing your form reverently.

“Yeah, but you’re also 2 beers in. I think it makes you a little impatient.” You take his hands in yours and place them beside him. “Keep those there and lay down.” He whimpers at that tone you take on, the one you know drives him crazy. It’s low, gentle, but firm in what you want. You straddle his lap once more and latch you mouth to his neck, sucking lightly at the skin there as your hands fiddle with the drawstring of his pants. Instinctively, he bucks up into the touch and you smirk against his skin. “Look at that.” You mutter adoringly. “Keep your hips up for a second.” He does as he’s told, lifting his hips so you can remove his pants and underwear. He shudders at the cool air on his skin, looking down at you while you eye him up hungrily. “You’re so pretty.” You whisper against his thigh.

He looks away, but you can see the flush that spreads across his body. “Shut up.” You giggle and press a kiss to his skin, right against the joint of his thigh and his hips. He shivers again. “C’mon, please…” He pleads, his hand twitching at his side as he desperately tries to restrain himself. After a moment, you sigh and tuck your hair behind your ears before finally leaning down to give him what he wants. You take him in your mouth achingly slowly, closing your eyes and savoring that unique taste once again. Snotlout gasps and bites his lip. “F-fuck.”

You smirk and finally begin to move your head back and forth, darting out your tongue and trailing up a vein on the underside of his cock. A breathy, high pitched noise leaves him and for a moment, his hand retracts from the blanket below him before he reaches down and clutches the blanket again, knuckles going white. You hum in approval around him, not halting in your movements, and he yelps. You lift your head so that just the tip is in your mouth, your tongue flicking over the slit and he gasps sharply, chest heaving.

“Gods, I c-please, babe, I-“ He squeezes his eyes shut, lips parted and panting. He’s always a vision when you use your mouth on him, with no worries except for whether or not you’ll let him finish. Most days, you gave in to those big brown eyes looking at you pleadingly, begging for more.

However, this wasn’t one of those days.

You pull off of him and wipe you mouth, making him whine. “Why-why did you stop?” He whispers, finally opening his eyes to look at you as he catches his breath.

You nuzzle against his thigh and look up at him through your lashes innocently. “We don’t want this to be over before I even get a chance to prove my riding skills, do we?” You murmur seductively. Snotlout pauses at that, like he’s considering a retort to that, and you snort, swatting his shoulder playfully. “I’ll answer for you, no, we do not.”

He grins at you mischievously. “I didn’t say anything!”

“You didn’t have to!” You roll your eyes with a smile as you shift to sit up against the headboard. “Now, come on. You wanna be a gentleman and prep me, or what?” Snotlout eagerly moves to sit beside you, and you adjust to sit on his right thigh as you work yourself out of your undergarments as well. You feel him rest his chin on your shoulder, looking down at the sight in front of him in absolute adoration.

“You’re perfect.” He mutters, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck. He snakes his hands down your waist, resting there to feel you breathe beneath his touch. You turn and nuzzle into his temple.

“You say that every time.” You press a kiss there, moving one of your hands to stroke his hair. He smiles and glances up at you.

“I mean it every time.” He shrugs as is hand moves between your thighs, using the fluid there to coat his fingers before sliding one inside you. You sink back against him in satisfaction.

“Sap.” You retort after a moment. “I forgot you’re also a sappy drunk.”

“I was never a sappy drunk before you.” He begins moving his fingers slowly and a quiet noise rumbles in the back of your throat. “It works, though, doesn’t it? It’s charming.”

You laugh and look over at him amusedly. “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately.” He mimics your voice playfully, and before you can snap back, his finger is brushing against that spot inside you that makes your breath hitch, and you bite your lip. “There we go.” He whispers, trailing kisses down your shoulder. “Found you.”

“Fuck.” You sigh as he adds another finger, eyelids fluttering closed. It’s only a few moments of him stretching you and toying with that special spot before you grab his wrist to stop him. “I’m ready. Need you now.”

Snotlout nods, withdrawing his hand and sitting up slightly as you move to face him once more, taking him in your hand as you position yourself. “You sure?” He asks softly, his hand that hadn’t been inside you resting at your hip and drawing shapes there.

You smile at his thoughtfulness and lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I promise, I’m okay.” You cup his cheek with his free hand, resting your forehead to his as you sink down onto him. The two of you gasp in unison, his other hand flying to your hip and helping lower you down.

“Fuck, oh-fuck-“ He whimpers, already panting. You take a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside you-no matter how many times you did this, it always felt so special.

“Gods, Snotlout…” You lean in and kiss him lovingly once more as you catch your breath, making you clench around him. He gasps again and digs his dull nails into your skin, making you furrow your brow at the mix of pleasure and pain.

“…Well?” He breathes after a few moments, when you both have mostly caught your breath. “You gonna-prove to me that you’re the best rider in Berk, or what?” He looks up at you, obviously trying to test you into giving him what he wants.

And thank the gods, todsy, it works.

You lift your hips up all the way, to the point he’s barely inside you, before slamming down so your hips meet his once more, and you both moan quietly. You lift your hips again, not as high, as you build a steady pace that has Snotlout trembling beneath you.

“Gods, you feel-ssoo good, Babe, oh my-“ He cuts himself off with a whine when you grind yourself down on his hips, giving yourself that much needed friction.

“Yeah?” You whisper, bracing yourself on his shoulders and continuing at that pace. You shift slightly with every time you sink down, trying to get his length to rub that spot inside you that makes you shiver.

“I always forget how-how fucking good it feels-“ He bites down on his hand before looking up at you and whining again. “You’re so-so perfect, gods, I-I don’t even-“ He gasps when you snake a hand under that goddamn vested armor with that stupidly hot low V neck. “Don’t know how I-how I got this lucky.”

You speed up slightly as he starts to ramble, as he tended to do when he was inside you, and your hand traces his soft skin under his armor. “Baby, you’re so good for me too.” You mutter, and he whimpers, like he always does when you praise him. “Filling me up so good, so kind and gentle with me, more than-anyone-“ You grunt and clench around him desperately. “So good, so perfect- love you so much, Baby-“

A keening noise leaves him when you brush a finger over his nipple beneath his armor and he moves his hand to rest between your shoulder blades, holding you as close as possible. “Hnng, love you- love you too, hoh m-ffuck, I’m already- so close, you’re so good, feel so-“

“Wait for me, baby.” You whisper, but truth be told, you’re not far behind yourself. Snotlout whines, but manages to still himself, his legs trembling beneath you. “Can you touch me, sweetheart? Make me come for you?” He nods frantically, his hand snaking between your thighs once more to touch you just how you like, firm and fast but loving. Only a few moments later, that familiar coil in you begins to tighten, and it’s pleading for you to grind against him and take what you need. Or maybe that was just Snotlout.

“P-please, please, take what you need, I-wann’ make you come, please, love you so much, s-so-hoh, please-“ He babbles mindlessly beneath you, still toying with that sensitive spot. As soon as you find that spot inside you once more, you gasp out.

“Right there, fuck-“ You drill yourself onto that spot again and again, noticeably tightening around Snotlout’s length. His hand falters for a moment, presumably as he tries to stop himself from coming before you, but even still, the coil inside you snaps and you cry out, yanking his hair and burying your face in the crook of his neck. For a few moments, you’re too blissed out to comprehend anything that’s happening, just taking in the feeling of Snotlout’s arms around you, while he’s still moving inside you-until you realize that your hips aren’t moving, and he’s pistoning up into you with a desperate mantra of “please, please, please” under his breath.

You pull yourself together enough to snake your hand below his vest and rub those sensitive nubs once more. “It’s okay. Come for me, Baby.” You whisper against his skin, and that’s all it takes.

“Ffuck , yes, yes-“ He whines, his grip bruising in the best way as he thrusts up into you, desperate and needy, shaking beneath you. Luckily, he has enough sense to pull out just in time, taking himself in hand as you press another kiss to his jaw, feeling his release on your back. Finally, you completely sink against him, eyes closed, both of your chests heaving once more, and you can feel how his heart is pounding against you. You move a hand to brush his hair back after a minute and smile dizzily down at him.

“So.” You grin, and he’s already groaning and rolling his eyes, rolling onto his side. “Do you concede to second best rider in Berk?”

There’s a muffled “…yes.” from the other side of the bed and you chuckle, moving to spoon him and burrowing into the back of his neck. “That was a horrible line, by the way.” He adds, still leaning back into your touch. “You’re lucky I was already in 2 drinks in, or I would have laughed so hard.”

You snort and sit up. “Yeah, well, ‘it worked, didn’t it? It’s charming.’” You mock him playfully before pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’ll go get us a wet rag. Need anything while I’m up?”

He thinks for a moment as he rolls onto his back. “No, but thanks, Babe. Might take off this shirt, though.” You nod and leave momentarily, returning moments later with a wet rag to clean you both up. You wipe the remains of his release off of your back before folding the rag and removing Snotlout’s shirt, wiping off the sticky sweat from both of you. He shivers under the cold touch, but glances at you appreciatively.

“So, you had fun?” You murmur as you put away the rag, snuggling up to him once more. “Successful date night?”

Snotlout scoffs and beams up at you. “Understatement of the century, but yeah. Successful date night.” You sigh in slight relief at his confirmation and wrap your arms around him, chest against his back. The feeling of his soft, scarred skin against yours was something you’d never get tired of. There was nothing more comforting to both of you than skin on skin contact. “…I love you so much. Y’know that?” He mutters sleepily after a moment.

You smile and press a kiss to his skin. “You might have mentioned it.” He chuckles and takes your hand, pressing a soft kiss to it. “I love you too.” You add softly. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

“Mmh.” He grunts sleepily. “Sap.”

“Shut up.”

[jambie-me]

HTTYD Snotlout Jorgenson (Live Action) Freaky Alphabet

A/N: Disclaimer!!!! I have no idea how tumblr posting works and I tried to post this before but it didn’t go for some reason?? My first thought is censor or something so that’s what I’m going with. ANYWAYS, I just need to share my thoughts about this man somewhere because GOD. I am STARVING for content on this man. PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!!! They don’t have to be freaky either, I just love writing about him in general <3 also, some of these took IP from @violetcamryn - check them out for more fire snot/reader content 😋

Enough yapping, hope you all enjoy!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after the do)

Very rarely does he ever have many words left afterwards, he’s all blissed out, no matter what role he took. He’ll always check on you and make sure you’re okay, ask if you need anything before he just goes into full cuddlebug mode

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, his biceps. I mean, come on. Look at him. He’s always flexing and honestly if you just hold his arm in public in a possessive kind of way, showing off that you’re a couple, it’s enough to get him going.

On you, your chest. Besides having one of his favorite places to use his mouth (😈), he also just loves being able to curl up against you and listen to your heart beat when he feels needy.

C = C-m (anything to do with c-m, basically)

Given that I don’t know how much effective protection there was in Viking times, he usually prefers to finish on your stomach, maybe grinding against your bits. But if you’re feeling risky and let him finish inside, he goes absolutely insane.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bro. He has the most sensitive a—hole ever. Probably found out when you were sucking him off and your hands started wandering, brushing over his rim by complete accident when he gasped so loud and bit his hand. After that, he found out that he really likes having your fingers inside, and if you ever use your mouth? Oh he’s squirming and whining in heaven.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s a good kisser, but the second that things start to go even further, he’s nervous. He’s never gone further than making out, no one ever really wanted to. But he more than makes up for his lack of experience with his enthusiasm. He pays so much attention to what makes you tick, and he learns quickly with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Riding him. He loves anything with you, but being beneath you and still so close to you is so important to him,

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The first time, he’s just a nervous wreck. He wants to be good for you sooo bad, so he doesn’t have the confidence to really be humorous. But after that, he gets confident making his snarky little comments occasionally-obviously, with the right time and place. But generally he usually melts into the tone of the day and is very lovey.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He trims. Not all the way down, just enough to keep things neat. On you, he doesn’t care at all. He thinks you’re stunning in every way, no matter what.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very lovey no matter what, but especially so if he’s subbing and/or bottoming. He’s just looking up at you, practically worshipping you and babbling about how much he loves you the whole time. If he’s on top, he’s so reverent and loving in everything he does, he just savors every moment with you.

J = Jack off (jorking it headcanon)

Before you, he jorked it a lot. He’s a desperate guy and didn’t have a lot in his life that made him feel good in any way-so that was his outlet. When he meets you, though, you make him feel good in every way, so he doesn’t feel the need to anymore. If he wants stress relief, he’ll just ask you. But he’s always fine to take care of himself if you’re not in the mood.

K = K!nk (one or more of their k!nks)

- PRAISE K!NK. This dude will melt every time you compliment him genuinely. Tell him how good he is for you and he is the happiest man alive.

- Hair tugging. Pull his hair while he’s using his mouth on you and he’s yours.

- Overstimulation, but only on him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Not his place, that’s for sure. Somewhere out of Berk. I don’t have many thoughts on this.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He feels so bad about it, but if he overhears you talking him up to anybody, it’s such a turn on. Also, seeing you after battle…as Gale of Waterdeep said, “the effect a brush with danger has on one's desire for...other forms of stimulation.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

CNC, stuff with blood or really hurting you at all. He just wants to make you feel good and as much as he loves to pretend to be this super dominant guy, he’s just not and would feel bad hitting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I really cannot decide on what this man’s preference would be either way, but here’s how he is with both.

Giving: soooo enthusiastic. Didn’t know what he was doing at first but followed what you said and built off that and he loved it. He loves seeing you look at him so contentedly, praising him and guiding him, he’s in heaven. He genuinely has no issues with taste or anything either, and if he finds out that that’s something you’re worried about, he’ll put that worry out of your mind so fast.

Receiving: OH. He is whimpering and gasping and shaking the whole time, biting down on his hand, eyes screwed shut. He would never make you do anything you didn’t want to ofc, and would be perfectly content if you never wanted to do this. If you did, this is the quickest way to get him desperate. He’s begging within the first minute, trying so hard not to move his hips, legs twitching and brow furrowed up…I have thoughts.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the scenario. Sometimes, he’s a subby top and he’ll be fast, but not necessarily rough, just with how desperate he is for you. On the average night, he starts slow and reverent before both of you get too needy and things speed up quickly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I actually think he really enjoys them. If he gets turned on by something you do, you notice and take him to a secluded area to take him in your hand while whispering in his ear? He will never stop thinking about it. He likes having more time, but he enjoys the quickies once in a while.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s always open to any ideas you have and to trying new things. He might make some jokes at first to break the ice, but he really goes into everything just seeing if you both enjoy it. However, as much as he likes the quickies in secluded spots, he needs the guarantee that no one will walk in on you two during it. He’s still precious over his general reputation and doesn’t really want anyone except you to see him vulnerable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Max 3, MAYBE 4 if your overstimulate him a lot. He lasts a decent amount of time, not noticeably less or more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Okay now I really wish I could say something here but unfortunately it is Viking times and the only materials they had for anything of this like is stone and wood. No toys :(

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Despite how much he just wants to be good for you in bed, he teases so much. Cocky, smug, flirtatious comments constantly, especially around other people (he’s trying to act dominant-no one buys it). Sometimes, when you’re alone in your house, he’ll even just start jorking it in front of you to get your attention. Big teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He whimpers and I’m not even just saying that. He’s all heavy breathing with whiny sighs and gasps. He can get really loud if you overstimulate him or if he’s desperate. That’s another thing. Besides the noises, he’s also alwaysssss talking. Begging, worshipping, anything. He loves talking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Like I mentioned before, no matter what role he takes, he just wants to be good for you. No matter what he’s doing, he’s doing what you tell him to. He loves you so much.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length, but a little thicker than average.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not anything wild one way or the other. He’s down a couple nights a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time he likes to talk to you for a little bit afterwards, soak in the moment and feel your skin on his. After about 20 minutes though, he’ll be half asleep rambling and after 30 he’s fast asleep on your arms.

[violetcamryn]

THIS IS TOO GOOD

[violetcamryn]

HTTYD HEADCANNONS

character: Snotlout Jorgenson (live action version) x gender neutral!reader

warnings: fluff and smut related headcannons 😏

AN: first time writing anything smut related, pls be kind 💗 reblogs are much appreciated

- Snotlout is a major yearner. Even though he gives off a total cocky attitude, he’s secretly a hopeless romantic. You’ve even heard rumours from the twins that they saw him drawing pictures of you in his notebook late at night…

- He actually smells really good (like surprisingly good). He smells like musky cedarwood and campfire smoke, with a hint of salty ocean air

- He loves to braid your hair. This seems kind of obvious, given viking culture with braids, but he personally loves to do it as a pastime or when he’s feeling anxious about something & needs a distraction. He’s actually really good at it too (thanks to Astrid and Ruffnut teaching him over the years).

- He sneezes like a maniac. You know those “dad sneezes” where it sounds like a b0mb just went off? Yeah, those. He knows how much it startles you but he just can’t help it (you’ll usually see him with an apologetic smile on his face after letting one go while you’re around).

- He loves to spoil you. Random gifts will appear in your room, like hand carved wooden figures, or a bouquet of forest greens all tied up with a leather cord. He makes sure to pick the greenery that is aromatic & will make your room smell good.

*🔞 below*

- He’s totally a switch in bed. He likes to be dominant most times (partially because he thinks it makes him “a man”), but it would be a lie to say that he doesn’t like to be the bottom. He’ll spend half the time just looking up at you with those tired puppy-dog eyes and it’s like you’re in heaven.

- He’s very vocal in bed once he gets comfortable. Like I’m talking deep breathing, borderline whiny noises in bed. It takes a few times for him to get comfortable enough being very vocal, but now that he’s used to it he does NOT hold back.

- As often as he can, he loves to bring you to his little secret hideout on the island so you can spend some alone time together (😏). It’s honestly the only place on the island that is guaranteed nobody will walk in on you two while you’re getting it on (that’s happened one too many times in the village).

- He is the master of aftercare. He’ll run you a hot shower, and then hop in with you and massage your back and shoulders while you wash off. He knows how much you love it, but he loves it too, because he cherishes any chance he gets to just look at you and appreciate how attractive you are.

- His favourite body part of yours (other than your face) is your thighs. Any chance he gets to rest his head in your lap, he will take it. He doesn’t ever do this around the others, because he’s too afraid of seeming “weak” (although I think the yearning is what makes a man A MAN), but when you two are alone it is quite literally one of his favourite places to be.

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Hope you enjoyed reading! I’m just starting to write again so obviously this isn’t my best work but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless 💗

PS. live action Snotlout is just…yum. Need to see more writing for him soon because there is simply not enough out there yet.

[violetcamryn]

reblogging bcuz i haven’t been writing much but still want to give y’all something to read (esp if you haven’t read it yet)

[violetcamryn]

HIII snotlout request 4 u here..😈 maybe like reader whos like friendly but lowkey crazy (like for example when putting out the fires she got on 1 of the wild dragons before falling into snotlouts arms or something cough cough) has a skrill or something and like maybe she rambles and stuff but like shes serious and heroic and other cool things when she needs to be but shes lowkey the village weird girl but still cool kind of cause she hangs out w the cool kids and like bffs with astrid & ruffnut (and the others ofc but those two r her 4lifers) or something😛 SORRY I RAMBLED I JUST THINK THIS IDEA WOULD BE SO CUTE AND UR THE BEST SNOTLOUT WRITER IVE SEEN

HEHEHE I LOVE THIS IDEA. also thank u for the kind words, your support means a lot 🥹 Anyway strap in, Snotlout fic incoming

“CRAZY FOR YOU”

Part 1

Pairing: Snotlout Jorgenson x weird girl!reader

Warnings: Swearing

AN: pov the first gif is Snotlout watching reader do something dangerous (he thinks it’s hot asf) . Also this is just pt.1, i’ll make a pt.2 later

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You had somehow made your way onto one of the rooftops, and were now putting out fires with nothing but a bucket in hand.

Tuffnut and Ruffnut were cheering you on as you haphazardly slid down from one of the rooftops.

You hadn’t even paid any attention to the little “fire brigade” crew below, because your priorities were not about showing off— you simply didn’t want to be subjected to yet another two weeks of rebuilding the village because they let it burn down…AGAIN.

It was honestly slightly disturbing how calm you were under pressure. Casually travelling along the rooftops & whistling a tune, while the village was quite literally up in flames. You had heard mumbling in the dining hall about how you “must have a screw loose” or something, but you had never paid it any mind because you got the job done better than that silly “fire brigade”.

As you finished putting out the last of the embers on the rooftop, you heard something whiz past your ear. Then a large “THUMP”.

You had a bad feeling that something had just joined you on the rooftop.

With all the fires extinguished, it was too dark to see what had made the noise. You slowly backed towards the edge of the rooftop, careful not to travel too close to the edge.

You strained yourself trying to see what it was, but the moment you could make out the large dragon-like shape with two beady eyes staring straight at you, the dragon’s tail had knocked your feet right out from under you.

You tumbled backwards over the side of the roof, and accepted that you couldn’t do anything except brace for impact.

But the impact didn’t feel like hitting solid pavement should feel like.

No, it almost felt like falling on top of something with arms…

“Oh Gods, no” you whispered under your breath when you realized— you had fallen directly into Snotlouts arms. He had been putting his water bucket away when he heard the thump on the roof above, and he had looked up just in time to see you falling.

“You should be more careful, Princess” He said as he held you above the ground. His hair was all sweaty and his face was covered in soot from putting out the fires, but you still noticed the huge grin he had on.

You quickly slid out of his arms and dusted yourself off. “Don’t call me princess” you told him as quickly as you could gather your thoughts.

“Thanks for catching me though” You quickly added, when you noticed he looked like a kicked puppy after he didn’t get the praise he was hoping for.

Sure, you had just fallen from the top of a building and probably would’ve broken some bones if he hadn’t been there to catch you, but it’s not like it would be the first time.

“You know, if you don’t want saving next time, just let me know” Snotlout said, as he stared at the ground looking defeated.

You could tell he was hoping for more of an I-just-rescued-the-damsel-in-distress type of response, so you made sure to show your appreciation.

“I really am thankful, Snotlout. It’s just that i fell off of a rooftop and landed in a man’s arms. I mean give a girl a break” You joked lightly.

You saw him lighten up a bit, and a small smile crept across his face as he realized you did actually appreciate his act of heroism.

“Thank you, Snotlout”, you made sure to mention once more.

“Anytime, princess”, he said back with a wink. The nickname just earned him an eye roll from you, and you started to walk back to your hut.

When you arrived back to your hut, you were so thankful it was one of the few unaffected by the fires tonight. Roof still intact, door still on its hinges, thank the gods.

You quickly got undressed and hopped into the shower to wash off. Putting out fires was never an easy job and you always had soot stains to show for it.

After you had finished your shower, you hopped into your bed and fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillow.

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The next morning, you made your way to the centre of the village, but you didn’t go to eat breakfast with everyone else. You usually spend the mornings picking flowers and hanging them up to dry, much to the amusement of the other vikings.

You had no particular reason to be collecting this many flowers every morning, and you heard talk about how people thought it was so peculiar.

After your morning flower “ritual”, you made your way to join the others in the arena. Today you would be teaching flying lessons to the younger vikings.

Until today, you hadn’t given your dragon the proper debut she deserved.

She was a Skrill, a very hard dragon to train. But somehow you had gained her trust almost immediately. Now, you were nearly inseparable. However, you were still nervous to bring her to the arena, because you had only ever flown with her alone.

Luckily you knew you wouldn’t be the only one teaching today. Snotlout and Astrid would be helping too.

You and Astrid were close as close can be, she was your ride or die. She was the only other person to have met Zapper (your dragon) already. She had tried to convince you to bring her into the arena sooner, but you were still a bit nervous.

On your way to the arena, you stopped and collected Zapper from her stable. You had debated just walking with her to the arena, but you decided riding her there would be the best way to introduce her.

As you flew into the arena, you could hear gasps from the younger vikings, and you could see fingers pointing towards you. You slowly guided her down to the middle of the arena, and hopped off.

That’s when you noticed a certain someone who had his eyes practically glued to your every move.

Snotlout had overheard that you had some dangerous interesting dragon choices, but he had not imagined that you would pick a Skrill of all dragons to be yours.

His eyes were trained on you as you walked over to him, and stopped beside him. Astrid stood beside the two of you, eager to get the lesson started.

After listening to Snotlout ramble on about “Hookfang” this and “extremely dangerous” that, you eventually were able to teach some of the younger vikings about Zapper and before you knew it, the anxiety you had felt earlier was gone.

Zapper did amazing, and the kids loved her.

The lesson was over before you knew it.

You sauntered over to Astrid and bumped her lightly on the shoulder.

“My house? I’ve got so much to talk to you about and we didn’t get a chance to hangout yesterday” you said.

“Sure! I’ll meet you there, I just have to stop at home and feed Stormfly” she replied.

“Sounds good, I’ll see you soon!” you said as you made your way over to Zapper.

As you climbed onto her back, you noticed that, yet again, Snotlout was watching you like a hawk.

You thought almost nothing of it until he flew Hookfang right over to where you and Zapper had been waiting.

“So, you wanna tell me how you got your hands on such an exotic dragon?” he inquired.

“Um, she kind of just showed up? I don’t know, I was out in the mountains and I came home with a dragon” you responded with a shrug.

He looked extremely surprised.

“So you’re telling me, you just happened to come home with one of the most mysterious and feared dragons listed in the manual…by accident?” he asked.

“I mean, I guess so” you replied without giving it a second thought.

“Anyways, see ya later” you said before giving Zapper the cue to leave.

Snotlout tried to say something before you left, but you were gone before the words made it out of his mouth.

You arrived home and quickly tidied up before Astrid came over. You had mentioned she should bring Ruffnut too, if she saw her on her way over.

You gathered up your scattered belongings, which consisted of multiple notebooks, pencils, and books. You shoved them onto the shelf and continued to clean.

After a short while, Astrid and Ruffnut appeared in the doorway.

“Brought snacks” Ruffnut said with a smile. She was holding up two raw fish and some nuts. You chuckled to yourself about her weird snack choices, and told her to throw them in the pot to cook.

Astrid walked over to you after a moment.

“You know…I saw you and Snotlout chatting earlier” she said.

“Yeah he was asking me about Zapper and I was-“

“No I mean like, he seemed really interested in talking to you” she said with a smirk.

“You think? I mean, I didn’t notice. I thought he was just making conversation” you said as you continued to tidy.

“Trust me, Y/N, I think you should spend some more time talking with him. Who knows, maybe you’ll finally get a boyfriend”she said with a wink.

“Yeah right. There’s probably 50 other girls in this village he could choose, why the hell would he be interested in me? I know I’m a catch, but I’ve never really shown any interest in that sort of stuff” you joked

“Just trust me” Astrid replied.

You contemplated her suggestion for a moment.

“Honestly, I think that’s the craziest thing that’s come out of your mouth all morning” you said with a laugh.

“Prove me wrong then. Flirt with him, see if he’s interested, and if you prove me wrong all do your village chores for a week” Astrid said.

“Make it a month, and you’ve got yourself a deal” you replied after thinking it over.

“Deal” she said as she shook your outstretched hand.

You both giggled at the thought of your new plan, and you secretly hoped that you lost the bet, because you’d be lying if you said Snotlout wasn’t the most attractive guy in the village.

And so, the mission began — flirt with Snotlout and prove Astrid wrong…or not.

Maybe she was right, maybe you were just totally oblivious and he actually was interested in you.

Either way, you began to draft up a mental plan on just how you would find out the truth.

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this is so bad i’m sorry 😭 hopefully part two will be better

[violetcamryn]

Hi! Could you do a gabriel howell x fem reader fic where they meet on set (reader is a crew member) and gabriel invites reader to his room to confess his feelings and they share their first kiss 💪

MMM I LOVE THIS ONE 🤭😛 ESPECIALLY AS AN EX- BACKGROUND ACTOR MYSELF, I LOVE FICS THAT INCLUDE MOVIE SETS

PS. gabriel goes to readers trailer to confess his feelings, instead of inviting reader to his, i hope that’s okay

“Behind The Scenes”

Gabriel Howell x crew member!reader

(PART ONE?)

Pairing: Gabriel Howell x fem!reader

Summary: You took a job on the film set, expecting it to be just like any other week…little did you know, you were in for a treat

Warnings: none! just fluffy goodness😋

AN: probably unrealistic, i highly doubt the director films AND directs at the same time, but i decided that she will multitask for this fic. this fic is rather long, but i wanted to give you readers as much Gabriel content as i could, because there’s not much out there💗

You arrived to the film set bright and early Sunday morning. You had a full week of filming to prepare for, so you made your way into your trailer and sat down at your desk.

As part of the directors crew, you had to make sure that the filming schedule was in order and ready to go before the first scene of the day, so you were no stranger to a 4am coffee run.

As your morning coffee cooled on the desk next to you, you tapped your fingers on your computer keyboard.

You checked the shooting schedule for the week. A bunch of people’s names you recognized from last weeks shooting. In fact a lot of them you were very close with already. But there was one name you hadn’t seen before.

“Gabriel…hmm, he must have been on with the other film crew” you mumbled to yourself as your eyes continued down the page.

The film crew was split into three groups, so that everybody’s schedule was as free as possible to complete shoots. Usually, you would film with half the main cast, and then spend the rest of your time directing the background scenes. That would explain why this one guy, who seemed to be part of the main cast, had never been on your filming list before.

The rest of the page also included times and specific details about certain shoots. You had noticed that you were scheduled to direct some of the new shots (as opposed to reshooting previous scenes) so you decided to head to the main set to get a better idea of exactly what you’d be filming.

On your way there, you passed by the actors trailers. You noticed the name “Gabriel H.” on one of the trailers. You assumed that had to be the new guy “Gabriel” that was on your list.

You made your way into the warehouse where the set was, and boy was it amazing.

The ceiling was made of green-screen (your least favourite thing, you always preferred the real thing), but beneath it was a large arena with concrete walls, filled with prop weapons and shields, and a few wooden barricades.

You wondered what the scene would entail, but didn’t have much time to ponder it as your co-director pulled you aside to talk about the filming schedule.

You were told that you be in charge of filming the training scene with the main crew, in the arena. You weren’t going to be in charge of much directing today, just camera work.

After bracing yourself for a brutal day of filming ahead, you snuck off to the Crafty tent to grab a morning snack. You took some fresh fruit, a glazed donut, and a cup of juice. As you turned around to head back to where you’d be filming, you bumped into someone who you hadn’t noticed had been behind you.

The juice in your cup splashed out and landed on his shirt, and you swore you died a little inside when you looked up at the person you had bumped into…and he was wearing a name tag that said “Gabriel H.” on it.

Damn it. You’d just spilled juice on the new guy you were going to spend the rest of the day, and likely the rest of the week, with. Great first impression.

“Oh my gosh, I am SO sorry” you said quickly, as you stepped back to give him some space.

“Don’t even worry about it. I was actually just about to head to my trailer to change into my costume anyways. Really, it’s fine” he said as he blotted away the splotch on his shirt with a paper towel he grabbed from the nearby table.

“I’m Gabriel” he said after he noticed you still looked incredibly flustered and upset.

“I can’t believe I’m making such a bad first impression. Hi, I’m Y/N, I’m one of the co-directors” you held out a hand to shake his.

He shook your hand and you felt your face heat up. Were you blushing? Oh my God, you were blushing in front of this guy you had just met for the first time (and spilled juice on) like 30 seconds ago. This shouldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be.

You spent a moment taking in everything about him— the slightly messy brown hair, his soft brown eyes, with slight bags under them— God, he was attractive.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Y/N” he replied as he returned to his previous task of putting some food onto his plate.

“I think I might be filming with you today” you said as you glanced at the list on your phone with the filming schedule, trying to ease the awkwardness.

“Well, hopefully we can try this whole ‘bumping into each other’ thing again, minus the spilled juice” he said with a laugh.

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach threatening to burst out, so you quickly gathered your plate, refilled your juice, and made your way toward the exit of the tent.

“I’ll see you later Gabriel” you said over your shoulder as you exited the tent.

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Filming always came easily to you, especially considering you had worked with the same crew for so long, you knew exactly how to be as efficient as possible. The only thing that was throwing you off, were the looks that Gabriel kept sending your way.

A quick glance before the directors called “action!”, a smile during a debriefing of an upcoming scene, or the way that no matter where you were in the room his eyes somehow found their way to yours.

You purposely avoided catching his eye, for fear that the butterflies in your stomach would completely ruin your focus.

After about an hour of filming, the cast had been sent off to their catered breakfast. Sure, there was the Crafty tent, but nothing compared to the catering on set. Usually, they would have these elaborate spreads of waffles, pancakes, fresh fruit, and all the toppings you could think of.

You noticed a certain someone stay behind the rest of the group for a few seconds, trying to find a moment to catch your eye, but you purposely kept your head down, not wanting to divert your attention from the playback screen of your camera.

After another 10 minutes & a debrief with your co-director, you made your way to breakfast. And sure enough, the catering did not disappoint. Just as you had hoped, the table was covered with food.

You grabbed a few pancakes, a glass of orange juice and a tiny cup of syrup, and made your way to one of the tables.

Nico, Julian, Harry, and Bronwyn were all sitting together so you decided to join their table. Notably, Mason and Gabriel were nowhere to be seen, but it didn’t worry you too much. They were becoming such close friends that they were usually off doing their own shenanigans during mealtimes.

“So, how’d we do today, Mrs. Director?” Nico joked as she took a bite of her breakfast.

“Fantastic, as per usual” you replied with a laugh. Working with Nico and the rest of the cast was always so easy, because they welcomed you like you were part of the cast, not some distant crew member.

After eating and chatting for a few minutes, you decided to mention this “new guy” who had caught your eye.

“I noticed there was a new guy in your scenes today, he’s nice” you said to nobody in particular.

“Oh he’s not new, you just haven’t been around when he’s been filming with us. But yeah, that’s Gabe. He’s great to work with, a really good personal friend of mine too” Julian responded.

“Yeah he seems fun” you added, trying not to sounds like some weirdly obsessed fan girl (which to be honest, it came out sounding an awful lot like you were).

“He mentioned you earlier, you know” Nico said with a slight smile.

You nearly choked on your mouthful of food.

“Did he?” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yeah, I think that’s why he’s off with Mason right now actually” Harry chimed in.

You swore your heart dropped onto the floor at that comment.

“Harry…” Bronwyn said just above a whisper as she harshly nudged him in the arm.

Clearly, Harry wasn’t supposed to mention that, but it was too late now.

“Oh, interesting…” you said as you tried to finish the rest of the food on your plate. But you had suddenly lost your appetite, because your stomach had instead been filled with butterflies.

“I think I should head back to set and prepare for the next round of shooting. I’ll see you all later!” you said as you gathered your plate and shuffled towards the kitchen.

After you had dropped off your utensils, you quickly made your way to your trailer. You lied about going back to set, you needed a minute to compose yourself.

“The guy I spilled juice on before even introducing myself, snuck off to talk to Mason…about me?” you thought, tapping your fingers on the table in front of you.

Surely you had misinterpreted entire breakfast conversation— that couldn’t be right at all. You’d only just met him this morning. Clearly you were working yourself up about nothing. Maybe even imagining things.

“Maybe, he’s talking about how much he dislikes me. Maybe he thinks I’m a total idiot” now the anxiety had crept in, as you thought to yourself about all the negative things he could possibly be talking to Mason about.

“I can’t do this, I need to focus” you snapped yourself out of the funk you were in, quickly filled up a glass of water, and gulped it down as quickly as you could.

Thankfully, the cold water was a good reset. You immediately felt a little bit better, enough that you could make your way back to set and continue filming.

You saw Gabriel a few more times that day, stealing quick glances at each other, but never really being sure what they meant.

Unfortunately, you didn’t end up within the proximity of one another that a conversation would spark, so you accepted the fact that your evening would be relatively bland, and headed back to your trailer to catch some sleep.

———

The next day, Gabriel wasn’t set to be in any of the scenes you were filming, but he still hung around while you filmed. You were mostly filming dialogue between Nico and Mason’s characters. He hung back, behind the camera crew, and just watched.

You assumed he was watching the scenes being shot, but really he was watching you.

Little did you know, he had gone off with Mason yesterday to ask about you— what you were like, how long you’d been working on the set, whether you were single or not.

Mason had let Gabriel know that you were indeed single, and so his plan to get you interested in him began.

After a little while of filming, you noticed he was seated closer to you now, a book open on his lap, but he made no effort to read it. It was merely a prop in his plan to strike up a conversation with you.

And it worked. You noticed the book open in his lap, and your curiosity got the better of you.

“Whatcha’ reading?” you asked during a break in shooting scenes.

“Oh this? It’s just some book I brought with me from home. Honestly, it’s not even mine. I borrowed it from a friend just in case I got bored on set” he said with a small laugh, handing you the book.

“Little Women?” you asked, surprised.

“I haven’t even read it honestly, is it any good?” he responded.

“You’re telling me you borrowed a book from a friend, brought it to set, had it with you for who knows how many days, and you haven’t even read it?” you teased.

“Okay, I confess, I really procrastinated with reading it. But seriously, is it good? Maybe if you recommend it to me then I’ll have to read it” he said with a wink.

You had to mentally compose yourself after that one tiny gesture, and simultaneously come up with the proper response.

“Yes, actually, I really enjoyed it. Jo is my personal favourite, but I identify with Amy a lot too. You’ll know who I’m talking about once you actually read it” you replied.

“Well, I guess I just have to read it now, don’t I?” Gabriel said.

“Don’t let me down, Gabe” you said with a teasing smile.

“I’ll buy you a coffee if I fail this reading mission, I promise” he said, raising his hand to his forehead in a mock salute.

“Is that your way of asking me on a date?” you teased.

For the first time since you met him, he looked genuinely flustered.

“I’m just teasing, Gabriel” you quickly recovered, “I’ll personally make sure you get me that coffee if you don’t actually read the book though”

He smiled as you handed him back his book, before checking his watch.

“Shit, I’m late, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later, Y/N” he said frantically as he grabbed the backpack that was sitting next to his chair and got up to leave.

“See you later Gabe” you said with a smile.

You didn’t see it, but even in his hurry to get where he needed to go, he still paused to look back at you over his shoulder before he left the building.

———

The rest of the day was rather boring, you spent most of it cooped up in the directors office going over some scene changes and camera angles.

All you wanted to be doing was talking to Gabriel. You had only met him a few days prior, and yet a conversation with him always managed to brighten your day.

He would make jokes at the perfect time, he knew how to lighten the mood if anyone on the cast was ever too stressed out, and he was always smiling.

Well, maybe not always smiling. But every time you were around, he was smiling, so how would you know otherwise.

After what felt like hours cooped up in the office, you made your way back to your trailer. The sun had already set, meaning it must be past 8pm already. Luckily, you weren’t too upset about the fact you missed dinner with the cast, because the office had provided some food for everyone.

You climbed the small set of stairs that led to your trailer, climbed inside and locked the door behind you. You changed into your pyjamas and put the tea kettle on the stove. just as you were about to get ready for bed, you heard a small knock.

You threw on an oversized hoodie overtop of your pyjama shirt, deciding that your pj pants were decent enough for company, and peeked out the eyehole in the trailer door.

“Gabriel?” you said, surprised.

You quickly unlocked the door, and he stood outside, looking nervous.

“Come in, I was just about to make some tea. You thirsty?” you asked.

He climbed inside the trailer, and awkwardly stood off to the side as you prepared the tea.

“Y/N, I wanted to—“

“Here, have some tea. Don’t be a stranger, come sit” you said, patting the end of your bed as you curled up with your tea near the top of your bed.

He hesitated but he eventually sat down on the edge of your bed, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.

“Gabe is something wrong?” you asked.

“Well, I came here because I had something to tell you” he said slowly.

You continued to sip your tea, trying to ignore the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. He sure knew how to make you nervous, but you weren’t even sure what about.

“I…think you’re really attractive. You’re pretty, you’re smart, and you’re funny. I’m always happy to see you on set and I…just wanted to ask if you would maybe get coffee with me sometime? Outside of work. Not as colleagues. Maybe as a…date?” he asked, unable to make eye contact for more than a few seconds.

You felt your cheeks heat up, as the blush crept to your face. You had to take a moment to process what had just come out of his mouth.

Unfortunately, Gabriel took this moment of silence as a sign that he had overstepped.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, if you’re not interested don’t even worry about it—“ he started, but he was cut off by the feeling of your lips on his.

You both melted into the kiss, and you felt like you were on top of the world.

After you broke apart from the kiss, you were both blushing, hard. You fixed your hair, tucking it behind your ears before you responded.

“I would love to, Gabe” you said with a smile.

“Oh thank Goodness” he said with a nervous laugh, “I thought for a moment I had completely misread this and—“

“No, you read this perfectly” you replied, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He placed one on yours as well, before running a hand through his hair and preparing to head back to his trailer and allow you to relax.

“So, 3pm Sunday?” he said, beaming.

“It’s a date” you replied with a wink.

He had exited the trailer now, but turned back for a moment at the edge of the stairs.

“Goodnight, Y/N”

“Goodnight, Gabriel”

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hope you enjoyed! lmk if i should do a part two (requests open specifically if you want to request pt.2) 💗💗💗💗

[moonlight-presence]

The helmet stays on

Snotlout X Female Reader

Summary: You want to try something new in the bedroom and get the idea to keep Snotlout’s helmet on during sex. Surprised but intrigued, he goes along with it, and it turns out to be a lot hotter than either of you expected.

2,241 words

!SMUT CONTENT!

Your back crashed against the wall, making you groan even if a smirk stayed on your lips. Snotlout took his fur coat from his shoulders, his eyes burning with desire as he stared at you. You watched in anticipation as he threw the coat to the ground and undid the belt, the metal hitting the ground with a loud and heavy bang. 

“Ouch,” you said with a wince, making him laugh. 

 He reached for the horned helmet, but you raised your hand, making him stop. 

 “What?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows and a smile. 

 The smirk grew on your face as you slowly walked towards him, your hips swaying with each step. Snotlout looked you up and down, his pupils dilating in the dimly lit room of his house. 

 You reached for the twisted horns, running your fingers on the textured surface before reaching down and grabbing his chin. 

 “Leave the helmet on,” you whispered. 

 Snotlout’s eyes widened, but he quickly recovered as he reached for your lips. You were quicker, though, as you pulled back, making him whine. 

 “Get undressed first.” 

 You removed your fingers from his chin, but not before brushing his jaw gently and patting his cheek. You knew Snotlout liked the little game you played before sex, and you certainly didn’t mind having the more dominant role in the bedroom… That was until he had enough of your attitude and fucked you senseless. That was the best part.

 “You are in a mood today, sweetheart,” Snotlout said as he took off his boots. 

 You giggled and started getting undressed as well, your hands shaking in anticipation as piece after piece of clothing fell to the ground of his bedroom. The candles flickered with your movements, making your shadows dance on the walls. Outside, a cricket couldn’t be heard with how thick the silence was between you two.

 When you removed the last piece of clothing, finally being fully naked, a pair of hands landed on your hips. You could recognize those calloused fingers anywhere. 

 “Did you leave the helmet?” you asked, pressing your ass against his growing cock. You felt the trail of hair leading to his crotch on your lower back, making you shiver. 

 “Of course… How could I disobey one of your orders, sweetheart?” Snotlout whispered in your ear, his lips hot. 

 You let out a shaky breath and grabbed his wrists, making him hold your body closer. The pulse between your thighs grew stronger, and you could feel your entrance start dripping as arousal built inside you. 

 “I want to fuck you, baby,” you said with eyes closed. Snotlout hummed against your ear, encouraging you. “I want to ride your cock and cum around it… I want to moan your name and hear you scream mine. Would you like that, baby?”

 Snotlout’s lips pressed to your neck, and you felt the cold metal of the helmet against your hair. He pressed sloppy kisses down your pulse point, making you grip his wrists harder. 

 “Fuck…” you moaned. 

 Snotlout continued kissing your neck, making you melt with every kiss, until you guided his right hand down your belly. He let you move it until his fingers reached your wet folds. 

 “Already this wet, sweetheart?” he whispered as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. 

 You bit your bottom lip, eyes closed tight as shivers of pleasure ran down your spine. He continued moving up and down, gently touching your clit at the top before teasing you again with light, feathery touches. 

 You knew he was also desperate with the way his cock was hard against your ass and his pre-cum made your skin sticky. The thought of putting him inside your mouth was exhilarating, but you had other plans for tonight. 

 “Get on your knees,” you whispered, trying to control your voice.

 Snotlout smirked against your neck but nodded, pulling his fingers away and making you miss them almost instinctively. 

 You opened your eyes and saw him walk around you before getting down on both knees. He looked up at you, lips flushed red and cock dripping onto his thighs. The sight nearly made you cum. 

 “So obedient…” you said with a cocky smirk, making him chuckle. 

 You lifted one thigh and placed it on his shoulder, revealing your glistening cunt to him. He looked at it immediately, licking his lips in awe. 

 “Let me taste it,” he nearly begged. 

 You put one hand on one of his horns and the other on his chin, making him look up at you. The veins on his neck were more prominent from this angle, and his biceps and chest muscles flexed at the movement, making you weak in the knees. 

 “Of course, baby. Here, I’ll help you find the way.”

 You let go of his chin and pushed his face against your pussy, making him groan and open his mouth. 

 The moment his lips touched your clit, you let out a moan, your thighs shaking a bit as he kissed it before licking it slowly. You pulled the horn of his helmet, making his head jerk forward. 

 Snotlout groaned against you and continued licking and sucking on your clit, making you see stars. Your heartbeat increased, and your skin started glistening with sweat as waves of pleasure ran down your body. All you felt was ecstasy as Snotlout expertly created a mind-shattering rhythm. 

 You brought your free hand to your nipple and began twisting it gently, increasing your pleasure. Snotlout seemed to realize what you were doing because soon both of his hands were on your boobs as he squeezed and massaged them. 

 “Fuck… You feel so good, baby… So good for me,” you moaned as your orgasm approached. 

 Snotlout moaned against your folds, and you whined weakly, feeling your lungs beg for air as you breathed heavily. The hold on his horn made your knuckles white, but you were glad for the support as you began feeling your insides twist. 

 “I’m… Ah, I’m close…” you warned. 

 Snotlout continued with the same rhythm, and you thanked him for it. Soon enough, you threw your head back and moaned his name as waves of pleasure consumed you. You could feel your entrance clench and unclench and your arousal spill out as Snotlout continued playing with your clit. 

 Just when it began feeling a bit too much, you pushed his head away, and he let you go. 

 Your foot hit the ground with a thump, and you nearly fell back if he hadn’t reached your ass and grabbed you. 

 “You okay?” he asked, licking his lips. 

 You tried to control your breathing, but it was useless. 

 “Fuck yeah,” you replied, looking down at him. “I need your cock inside me. Now.”

 “Then come here,” he said with a smirk. 

 You laughed and basically fell onto his lap, your hands reaching for his face as you kissed him desperately. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and that made you moan again as his cock pressed against your belly. 

 “Shit… You taste so good, sweetheart.” Snotlout said between kisses. “Like a nectar.”

 “Yeah?” you teased him, pulling away. Your eyes drifted to his cock. “You think I feel good, too?”

 Snotlout grabbed your ass cheeks roughly, digging his fingers in your flesh. “How about you fuck me and I’ll find out?”

 You bit your inner cheeks, trying to disguise your smile. He knew he had taken the best of you, so you had no choice but to grab his shaft and stroke him, making him drop the cocky attitude a bit. 

 “Ask me nicely and I will,” you whispered, loving the way his face twisted in pleasure. 

 “Shit…” he moaned as you squeezed his leaking head. “Fuck, fine… Please fuck me, baby. I need to be inside you. Please, I need it.”

 You hummed, clearly pleased, and lifted your hips. He watched as you lined the head of his cock with your entrance and ran it up and down slowly. 

 “That’s more like it,” you said with a smile. 

 Snotlout swallowed dryly, clearly desperate to have you around him. 

 “Please,” he begged again. 

 You decided you had had enough of the teasing, so you finally pressed his head against your entrance and began sinking. That beautiful stretch made you whine weakly as, inch by inch, he entered you. 

 “Ah… So tight,” he moaned, looking down as he saw your cunt wrap itself around him. “You are so wet.”

 “All for you, baby,” you said, voice breathless. “Always for you.”

 You put your hands on his shoulders for support until you finally took all of him inside and sat on his thighs. They made a nice support, considering how muscled and big they were, so you had no complaints as his cock filled you up.

 Snotlout let you adjust for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as sweat dripped down his forehead. 

 “I’m okay,” you said, thrusting your hips forward and making him have an almost pained expression of pleasure. “You okay?”

 “Fuck yeah,” he said, grabbing your ass roughly and guiding your hips back and forward. 

 His cock hit all the good spots inside you, and soon you found a good rhythm. You tried up and down, which he seemed to love, but also alternated between that and back and forward, which made his cock hit your special spot. 

 “Your cock is so big,” you whispered between movements. 

 “Yeah?” Snotlout said. He slapped your ass, making you clench around him. “Not so tough now, are we?”

 “Ah… Shut up,” you moaned with a smile.

 He smirked and reached to kiss you, but you grabbed both horns of his helmet and pulled his head back. He groaned at the pull, a smirk on his lips, as you used his helmet for support. 

 “I’m so full of… Ah… Good ideas, aren’t I?” you said as you quickened your pace. 

 Snotlout looked down at your boobs, loving the way they were jiggling, and absently nodded, clearly not hearing a word you said. 

 “You want to taste them, baby?” you asked. 

 Snotlout didn’t need to reply as he reached for your right boob and put your nipple inside his mouth. He sucked on the bud, flicking it with his tongue and making you groan in pleasure. You couldn’t do anything but ride his cock and throw your head back. 

 Soon, Snotlout moved to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment and making you clench harder around his cock. 

 When he pulled back, a string of saliva dripped down your chest, making you shiver. You pulled his head back again, looking at his face and then at his muscled chest. You wanted to bite each peck but restrained from doing so due to how difficult it would have been in this position. 

 “Are you close?” Snotlout asked, his voice strained. 

 “Yeah… So close,” you said, feeling the warning of your orgasm creep against you again. 

 Snotlout groaned at your reply and suddenly grabbed your waist, flipping you around. Your back hit the ground softly as he began fucking you hard. The new position made you completely powerless, but you loved every second of it. You knew it was sooner rather than later that his control would snap and he would fuck you like this. 

 “Shit. So good for me,” he moaned against your ear. The helmet fell to the ground suddenly, making you flinch slightly. He chuckled at your reaction but kissed you deeply. 

 “I…” you said between kisses. He moved away, letting you catch your breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

 “Yeah?” he asked, voice breathless. “Come on, baby. Come for me. I wanna feel it. Come on, beautiful.”

 His words made you whine, and you wrapped your hands on his back, feeling his muscles flex with each thrust of his hips. Snotlout travelled his hands down your belly until he reached your clit. All it took was a few strokes before your orgasm burst through you. 

 “I’m cumming. Ah, fuck!” you moaned loudly, clenching hard around him. 

 Snotlout groaned your name and whimpered, making you pierce your nails on his back. He hissed at the pain and spilled inside of you, his cock throbbing and making your orgasm prolong itself. 

 You felt him thrust weakly before collapsing on top of you, his mouth releasing heavy and hot breaths on your shoulder. His hair strands tickled your nose, and you blew them away as you began calming down. 

 “Sorry,” he apologized, making you laugh. 

 “Don't worry, you are perfect,” you said as he rolled over to the side, making his cock slip from inside of you. 

“That was… Amazing,” he said between breaths as he looked over at you. You met his eyes, and he smiled, reaching for your face. “You are amazing.”

He brushed your cheeks softly, and you kissed his fingertips. 

 “I love you,” you whispered, grabbing his hand. 

 Snotlout moved closer to you, opening his arms and making you lie on top of his chest with your head. He kissed the top of your head, letting both of you calm down gradually. 

 “I love you, too,” he whispered, brushing your arms and making you shiver. 

 You smiled, closing your eyes and hearing his heartbeat guide you into a blissful state of relaxation. The helmet stayed forgotten on the floor, collecting dust as you two fell asleep. Soon, the candles burned out, leaving nothing but smoke curls in the bedroom.

[violetcamryn]

GABRIEL HOWELL X READER - your camera roll if you were dating him (with captions) 💗

^ ice cream date || lunch date ^

^ food with friends || on set ^

^ house party || candid photo ^

^ candid photo || on set ^

AN: i like to imagine that you would take plenty of candid photos of him if you were dating so yeah here’s these 🤭 also i have no idea who some of the other people in the photos are, i just got these off instagram 💗💗

[violetcamryn]

GABRIEL HOWELL X READER - SNAPS HE WOULD SEND YOU IF YOU WERE DATING 💗

AN: these pics were too perfect, i just had to 😋 ill be keeping an eye out for more pics to use in a future post

[violetcamryn]

first time seeing someone recommending a fic THAT I WROTE in a tiktok comment section😛🤭 guys i’ve made it

[warfaredoll]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ warfare ⋮ Elliott x f!reader ⋮ suggestive ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝?

handyman!Elliott, domestic fluff, dry humping

you stood in the bathroom with your arms crossed, staring down at the slow growing puddle at your feet

“Busted ass sink” you huffed under your breath

the leak had started a few days ago at least, you thought it had. could’ve been a week, maybe more. you’d tried to tighten something underneath it, maybe twist a pipe back into place but all you’d managed was making it worse. now, a steady drip from under the cabinet fell right into the bowl you’d set down to catch the mess

you groaned, stepping back from the puddle, and grabbed a towel to mop up the water. “this is getting ridiculous” you muttered, tossing the towel down.

thankfully, you’d already called someone

Elliott.

the knock came a minute later, sharp and familiar, and for some reason, you didn’t even have to check, you knew it was him.

when you opened the door, there he was. tool belt slung low around his waist,. his white shirt clung a little too perfectly to his chest, snug across his shoulders and upper arms, the fabric slightly see through in places from sweat, you weren’t sure, and honestly, you didn’t care. a rag draped over his shoulder. his boots were scuffed, and his faded blue wranglers sat low on his hips

you were still barefoot, arms folded under your chest as you leaned on the doorframe. he looked at your face first, a quick scan, probably taking in the tired frustration on your face, then his gaze dropped down, and you caught it, just the barest twitch of a smirk when he saw what you were wearing.

those damn cotton shorts. soft, high cut, worn just enough to be comfortable and just enough to catch his eye. you weren’t oblivious. you’d worn them on purpose, just like you had the last few times he came by. and he’d noticed every time

his eyes lingered for a half second longer than polite, then moved to the slight trail of water down the hallway floor

“you really did a number on it this time, huh?” he asked, stepping inside without hesitation

“I tried to fix it, and now it’s leaking more.” you mumbled, stepping aside to let him in

Elliott chuckled softly as he walked toward the bathroom “You know I don’t mind coming”

you trailed after him, arms crossed again. “I’ve been calling you a lot lately.”

he paused at the doorway, glancing over his shoulder “Yeah” he said simply. “I noticed.”

you quickly looked away “well. stuff keeps breaking.”

Elliott crouched by the sink and opened the cabinet door, already pulling out tools. his shirt lifted just a little, revealing the cut of his back and a peek of skin above his jeans. his tool belt creaked slightly as he shifted, pulling out a wrench and flashlight. “like your porch light last week. the oven handle. the door hinge. the, what was it? the mysterious buzzing sound in your laundry room that turned out to be a something caught in the vent?”

you rolled your eyes with a soft laugh “maybe not all of it was urgent.”

he didn’t say anything for a moment, just tightened a valve, his forearm flexing slightly with the effort. you leaned against the doorway, pretending not to stare. but the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the veins in his hands as he worked, the quiet little exhale when he got something to finally budge

you walked right over to bathtub sitting down on the edge of it, legs crossed, your shorts riding higher as you leaned forward a little to watch him work “pretty sure you’d come even if I didn’t call for a busted sink.”

Elliott slowly pulled back from the cabinet, turning his head toward you

“Yeah. I would” he said honestly

“good thing something’s always broken around here.”

he grinned, shaking his head as he stood up, grabbing his rag to wipe his hands. “you say that like you don’t do it on purpose.”

you raised a brow. Elliott stepped toward you, just close enough that you had to tilt your head up to look at him. he looked down at you, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to decide something

“I’m saying.. if you are, I don’t mind.”

his voice had dropped a little. his eyes held yours a second too long

you swallowed, trying to keep your growing smile in check

“I’ll have this all fix, shouldn’t be long from now.” he said suddenly

you nodded

the tools clanked under the sink, Elliott exhaled a slow, focused breath from where he lay stretched flat across the bathroom floor. he adjusted, body arching slightly, groaning low from the tight space more than discomfort. you didn’t look away, of course you didn’t

you sat perched on the edge of the bathtub, your thighs warm against the cool porcelain rim, little cotton shorts hugging the curve of your ass, creeping upward as you shifted just a little, innocently. but nothing was ever truly innocent when Elliott was around

he was stretched out on his back, legs spread. his shirt had ridden up, exposing just enough to tease, just enough to draw your attention to the narrow trail of hair that started at his bellybutton and disappeared beneath the waistband of his work pants and boxers. his hips shifted again, a subtle thrust upward as he adjusted the wrench

Elliott caught the way your eyes followed him, he always caught it. from beneath the sink, he turned his head, his gaze landed on your thighs, on the soft seam where the cotton stretched and then up to where the lace of your bra peeked out from your tank top. one strap had slipped down your shoulder, and you made no move to fix it

his smile was crooked, not playful, not quite a smirk, but that damned mustache moved with the curve of his lip

“You’re doing it again” he said, voice rough and half muffled under the sink

“Doing what?” you tilted your head, fingers curling around the edge of the tub

“watching me like you’re going to climb on top of me the second I stop tightening this pipe.”

your laugh was breathy, but you didn’t deny it

he pulled out from under the cabinet with a slow drag, chest rising as he propped himself up on his elbows. his eyes looked you up from the knees up, lingering at the edge of your thighs before they met your eyes

“You know what you’re doing.” he said

“So do you” you murmured, leaning forward just enough to make your breasts shift under the thin cotton, the lace now fully visible. you held his gaze, didn’t flinch when his eyes dropped again

the wrench clanked as he let it fall beside him “Sink’s fixed.”

you glanced down toward it “You sure? It might start leaking again tomorrow.”

“Yeah? you going to call me back in?”

you nodded slowly “Maybe. If you’re not too busy.”

Elliott rolled his shoulders, then pushed himself to sit, arms flexing as he rose to his knees between your legs. his hand found your knee, warm, rough and callused

“I’ll always make time.” he squeezed gently

Elliott’s hand was still on your knee. you gave him that look, the kind that always said you knew exactly what he was thinking, and you were daring him not to act on it

“You really fixed it?” you asked, voice sweet as you leaned forward, hands on the floor, arching just enough that it pulled your top tight across your chest. you shifted from the edge of the tub down beside him, settling on your knees like you were just another curious little homeowner checking on plumbing. but you arched your back just right, your hips lifting, that cute ass of yours all up in front of him

“Yeah” he said simply. his palm slid off your knee, but not before giving it the faintest squeeze. his eyes didn’t leave you as you leaned in, shorts riding higher. he saw the edge of your panties peek from beneath them thin, white, barely covering anything. he knew those. you’d worn them when you “accidentally” dropped your phone under the kitchen table, ass high in the air as you reached for it right in front of him.

he hadn’t forgotten, not even close

this time, you didn’t have to drop anything. you just got on your knees and gave it to him

Elliott’s breath hissed through his teeth, his jaw clenched as his cock stiffened painfully against his jeans. you shifted again, ass pushing back that last inch like you were begging for something. he couldn’t help it, he fucking looked. looked at the way your little shorts framed your ass, the fabric stretched so tight it cut between the cheeks, those panties just barely visible. a quiet, rough groan came from his chest

“Damn shame” he muttered, tongue clicking against his teeth as he shook his head “You really oughta be careful bending over like that around me.”

Elliott rose to his knees slowly, slipping off his tool belt, the rough fabric of his jeans brushing your thighs as he stepped in closer. you were still bent over, hands on the floor, head craned to look into the cabinet like a good little girl but you weren’t fooling anyone. his hips pressed forward until his bulge rested right up against your ass, hard even through the denim, rubbing slowly against you

you gasped, your back arching deeper as the shape of his cock pressed right between your cheeks, rubbing into you perfectly

“Elliott-” you breathed

he leaned forward, chest pressing to your back, one arm braced on the floor beside your shoulder, his other hand landing firm on your hip “you really think I didn’t notice how you keep calling me over for every damn squeak and drip in this place?”

you whimpered softly as he rutted forward again, dragging right along the swell of your ass. his cock throbbed through the fabric. he let it, wanted you to feel every inch

“You wearing these little fucking shorts every time, flashing that sweet little ass when you know I’m staring”

your hips bucked back instinctively, searching for more of him. he grabbed your waist tight in one hand, holding you in place as he rutted forward again, this time grinding in a slow circle, his breath warm at your ear

“This is every time, every time I walk in this house.” he grunted, cock rubbing hard against your panties

your voice caught in your throat, eyes closing shut. he was panting against your ear now, lips brushing your skin as he spoke

“You think I don’t see those panties, every time you bend over just for me? think I haven’t imagined pulling them aside and fucking you right here?”

your moan came out high and shaking “Elliott…”

“You got no idea how bad I want it” he murmured

Elliott’s hips rolled forward again, slow and steady, grinding the thick line of his cock against your ass until you felt the throb of him through both layers of fabric. you whimpered, rocking back against him, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more anything. each slow drag made your clit throb, your panties soaked, your thighs trembling from the pleasure building

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath, grinding harder, his grip tightening on your hips. “you feel that? that’s what you do to me.”

you nodded frantically, biting your lip. you needed him, needed his cock inside you, fucking you open right here on the bathroom floor but he wasn’t going to give you that. not right now.

he buried a groan against your shoulder as he humped forward again, the wet spot on your panties growing, the pressure just right. he wanted you just as bad, you could feel it in the way his cock felt against you, the way his breath came ragged, harsh through his nose. you felt every twitch of muscle as he forced himself to hold back

and then he stopped

just like that. he froze, hips against your ass, before the weight of his body was suddenly gone as he pulled back completely

“wait-” the word tumbled out of you in a soft, pleading whimper before you could catch it, your body jerking back after him, but he’d already let go and moved

you dropped slightly, arms trembling from the loss of heat, the contact. your shorts clung to your ass

Elliott stood behind you, silent for a second. then his voice rough and quiet “Shit.”

you blinked, still panting, and turned to look over your shoulder

he wasn’t even staring at your ass anymore.

his eyes were on your clothes. specifically your shorts and the hem of your tank top

there, smudged across the fabric in dark streaks, were faint stains of grease, dust, dirt from the pipe or his hands, blotched across the curve of your hip and the bottom edge of your shirt where he’d grabbed you. you followed his gaze down and saw them too

“Oh” you breathed. your hair was falling into your face, your tank top slipping, your panties damp and visible, and you looked like you’d just been… well, like exactly what had just happened

he rubbed a hand over his mouth, sheepish, but flushed too. breathing hard. his eyes moved over you again, down your legs, back to your ass, the wrinkled tank top clinging to your chest. he looked like he was trying very hard not to just fall to his knees and finish what he started

“Sorry” he muttered voice lower now. his thumb reached out, brushing the edge of the stain he’d left on your shorts

you watched him do it, then looked down at the mark

and giggled

you couldn’t help it. it bubbled up, half laugh, half shocked of what the hell had just happened. you had just gotten dry humped by your handyman

Elliott looked up at the sound, mouth twitching up amused, but he shook his head and stepped back. his tool belt clanked as he bent to pick it up, strapping it back on around his waist with one hand while the other smoothed himself down

you were still kneeling, eyes drifting down as he buckled his belt. your gaze dropped to the front of his jeans again

the bulge was still there. bigger, firmer than before, his zipper looked ready to split. you bit your lip, still staring, unable to stop your body from leaning forward again, ready to offer something, anything to make him stay just a little longer, to take the edge off for him

but Elliott noticed, he caught your eyes as you stared.

a slow grin curled across his mouth, mustache twitching again

“don’t even think about it” he said, voice playful but hoarse “not right now.”

you pouted

he bent to grab his wrench from the floor, tucking it into the belt. then he turned to the doorway, looking over his shoulder one last time.

“call me, and I’ll come.” he said with a full toothy shit eating grin.

handyman!Elliott i got something else that’s leaking that u can fix!

@gaebestie @roostersluvvr @https-junebug @warfareangel @livelaughl0ve3 @bradleybeachbabe @sharpayslilo @iron-rot @cosmosbabydoll @witchywidow97 @joelmeller @willowpains @violetcamryn @gallaghrh @illyrianbrat @tsunchani

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[violetcamryn]

😛😛😛 yum

[violetcamryn]

a bad day and reader comes home visibly frustrated and tired, LA! snotlout makes them forget abt it.. (smut)

first time writing REAL smut guys, wish me luck 😙

“Breath of Fresh Air”

Pairing: LA!Snotlout x fem!reader

Warnings: smut 18+, pet names / endearing names (baby, sweetheart, my love)

semi-modern AU because i couldn’t think of any other way to write this (they have a stove, but everything else is the same)

Snotlout was hunched over the stove, stirring what was soon to be dinner. The smell of meat stew wafted throughout the house. He had made some tea for you in preparation for when you’d arrive home, as he knew you had a particularly long day.

He had just turned the stove off as you opened the door with a thud. You kicked your shoes off and tossed your coat onto the floor. You made your way into the kitchen where he was, and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, before turning to pace the living room.

Snotlout noticed your agitated demeanour, and gave you a concerned look. He quickly took the pot off the stove, placed it on a hot plate, and made his way over to you.

You continued to pace the living room, mumbling things to yourself, wringing your hands through your hair. Snotlout was now directly beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” he asked.

“I’m just…ugh i’m exhausted, and everything went horribly today” you said as you slumped onto the couch. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, rubbing them.

“Ruff and Tuff let the sheep escape again, I rolled my ankle while I was trying to help Astrid with Stormfly’s harness, and Fishlegs spilled his soup on me during lunch” you gestured down to the somewhat-faded splotch of used-to-be-soup on your pants.

“Oh baby, i’m sorry to hear that” Snotlout said, as his eyes slowly travelled to where you had gestured to.

“My back hurts so badly and all I want right now is you and some dinner” you said with a sigh.

Snotlout made his way back to the pot of stew, poured you a bowl, and set it down on the coffee table in front of you both.

As soon as he joined you on the couch, he noticed the needy look in your eyes, and quickly forgot about his plans to eat dinner. He repositioned himself so that he was sitting with his body facing towards you, and motioned for you to turn around.

You turned around, back facing him, and he began to massage your shoulders. His hands stayed there for a while, before running his hands through your hair and massaging your scalp. You could feel his breath ticking the back of your neck as he worked at your sore muscles.

Then, his hands travelled lower, as you let out a sigh. He massaged your lower back until he felt your muscles begin to relax.

His hands found their way back up your body, and after placing a quick kiss on your neck, you felt him swiftly manoeuvre your body so that you were lying on the couch beneath him.

His face was now mere inches from your face, and you smiled up at him before pulling him towards you. Your lips met and you snaked your hand around the back of his head to pull him closer. His hands made their way to tangle into your hair, and you decided that you would happily die right there from lack of oxygen, if it meant you could keep his lips on yours forever.

“Somebody’s desperate” he said while pulling back & taking a breath of fresh air. You let out a small laugh before his lips came crashing into yours again. You placed a hand on his jawline, feeling the slight stubble that had grown back since he had shaved.

You felt his hands travelling all over your body, and they found their resting place on your waist. He shuffled his body closer to you, letting out a breathy sigh. You could feel him becoming more aroused, as he began to lift your shirt over your head. As soon as your shirt had been discarded, his lips were on you, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest towards your lower stomach.

“Thank Odin I didn’t wear a bra today” you thought to yourself, as he took one of your breasts into his mouth, making you moan.

You felt his hands travel towards the waistband of your pants, and slowly ease them off your legs. His hands went back to your thighs, gently rubbing them. He looked up at you briefly, looking for any sign of objection, but you gave him a nod to signal for him to proceed.

“Please Snotlout…” you whined, as he teased the waistband of your panties with his finger.

“I love it when you beg for me sweetheart” he said with a smirk. He slipped your panties down and off your legs, and took a moment to look at you.

You looked beautiful, laid out on the couch, and he couldn’t take the pain of waiting any longer. He quickly sat up and discarded the remainder of his clothing, tossing them onto the floor.

You were now lying naked beneath him, as he lined himself up with your entrance. His hair looked disheveled, his breathing becoming deeper, and it just made you want him more.

“Please, Snotlout, I need you inside now” you whined.

He didn’t require any more pleading, because as soon as those words had left your mouth, he ducked down to kiss you while simultaneously thrusting himself inside.

The stretch was slightly painful, but only for a few seconds. He gave you plenty of time to adjust, caressing your sides to distract you.

You gave him a nod, signalling you were ready. You gripped the edge of the couch as he began to move, starting slowly and steadily, but soon quickening his pace.

You could feel all of the day’s worries melt away, only to be replaced with pure pleasure.

He continued to thrust inside of you, his hands finding the sides of your hips and using them as a place to grip. He alternated between looking at your pleasured facial expressions, and admiring your body, as he drove you closer to the edge.

You could feel the pleasure building, and you let go of the edge of the couch, only for your hands to finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

His head was now beside your ear, and you could hear the incredible noises that he was making as he continued to fuck you. Breathy moans, brought on by the way you were tugging on his hair, pulling him close.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could last, and you knew you didn’t want this to be over so soon.

“Slow…slower, please…I don’t want this to be over yet” you whined, placing a hand on his bicep.

“As you wish, my love” he replied.

He slowed down and let out a quiet moan as he focused on keeping his release at bay.

As he continued to slowly push you closer and closer to the finish line, his eyes were still admiring the way you looked laid out beneath him, and he bit his lips lightly to hold back a smile.

You felt the white hot bubble of pleasure that had been building, threatening to burst, and you motioned for him to move faster again.

He willingly obliged, picking up speed. He felt you up and down, his hands making contact with your waist, before moving to your breasts and then back down to your hips.

“Oh Snotlout…oh my Gods..” you cried out as you felt your orgasm wash over you suddenly. Snotlout continued to fuck you through it, until you felt his release, his voice quiet and desperate. His movements began to slow after a few seconds.

He let his body sink onto the couch next to yours, and you both spent a moment catching your breath.

Snotlout snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss.

“You sure know how to make a girl forget about a bad day” you said with a smile as you kissed him back.

“I love you, Y/N” Snotlout replied.

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AN: I feel like this was so bad, i’ve never written proper smut before. anyways i hope you enjoyed! 😅

[remii-24k]

Soap doesn't always make you clean

Desc: You and Snotlout NEVER got along; he was brash, annoying, and somewhat rebellious. But you, you were calm, rule-abiding, and didn’t cause a scene wherever you went. No matter how many times you try to make amends, it never seems to work. You’ve come to peace with that.. except Snotlout. Who’d rather take your clothes off than admit it.

This is requested ! This is smut.. nothing TOO FREAKY, just some P in V and making out (this is semi-modern.. I just need a shower for the sake of the fic..🤫) TW!! rumors.. enjoy

You slammed the door to your room with an angry sigh. You and Snotlout just had another argument that he started, and of course, you had to finish it. These arguments you always have with him are always over something stupid, like whose dragon is better? Who can eat their dinner faster? Or, why he’s a “better” viking than half of Berk. You’ve come to peace with his antics, but it’s like he targets you personally.. He manages to bring up topics that irk you, like he knows it makes you upset..

You sit down on your bed, taking your boots but leaving your mismatched socks on (puh-lease bear with me.. I love mismatched socks), you take your sword off of your belt and set it on the floor, whilst taking your hair out of the many braids you took your time doing that morning. Once you finally relaxed, you drifted off to sleep for the night. When you woke, you saw Astrid sitting in the chair in the corner of your room. You practically jumped out of bed at how badly she scared you, “Wakey wakey!” she cooed at you jokingly. You rubbed your eyes, throwing your head back on your pillow, “Good morning, Astrid.. What brings you to my humble abode..?” you ask with skepticism dripping in your voice.

Astrid only came to your house early in the morning if it was your birthday or someone was making her annoyed, it’s not that she never came over, she came over EVERY 4-5 days to hang out or just relax at your house. Astridd sighed and played with her fingers, avoiding your gaze, which had shocked you.. THE Astrid Hofferson is scared to tell you something. You sat up, removing the blanket from your legs and walking over to Astrid. You put a hand on her shoulder, leaning in front of her. “What ha-” “Snotlout is telling everyone you’re obsessed with him and how he keeps rejecting you, but you can't catch a hint..” 

You’re shocked. No. You’re astonished. At what you just heard, your eyes widen and your mouth hangs open, “What?!” you practically shriek out, you stand up quickly, making your head go light, you start pacing around your room. “How long has he been saying this?” “He only started yesterday after your latest argument.. and he said at breakfast today he was gonna try and prove it.” You let out a deep, shaky breath, covering your face with your hands. Astrid stands up, gives you a side hug, rubbing your back. “Hiccup and I have been telling people it’s not true... but you know how the guys are here..” she says reassuringly.

You give her a small, uncertain smile, before muttering out “Thanks.. I think I’m just gonna skip breakfast.” Astrid looks at you with a stern look, “No. I’m not gonna let you skip a meal because of a stupid rumor. Plus, even if you did skip breakfast, he could still harass you at lunch.” You roll your eyes at her words, knowing she’s right. You move away from her, getting your clothes and changing for the day. Astrid politely looks away, keeping her mind occupied elsewhere. Once you were done changing, you put your sword back in its holster on your belt, and you put your boots back on. Astrid smiles and grabs your arm, dragging you to the food hall. When you entered, you felt uneasy, almost all eyes were on you, and you heard whispers and giggles.

You wanted to throw up, you were so scared, but that fear turned into anger when you saw him.. Snotlout with that stupid smirk on his face when he saw you, Astrid squeezed your arm, pulling you towards a table that Hiccup and Fishlegs occupied. You sat down next to Fishlegs, and Astrid sat across from you next to Hiccup. Fishlegs slid a tray of food in front of you with a smile, “I saw you know who blocking the food line with his posse, so I got an extra tray of food for you.” He said with a sweet smile, you almost tear up, but you give Fislegs a quick hug instead. You eat your food quietly while everyone else at the table had their own conversations, that sweet peace lasted for a few minutes, when you heard an obnoxious cough behind you.

 You already know who it is; you don’t make an effort to turn around. Snotlout coughed again, this time with more enthusiasm, and you still didn’t turn around. Snotlout scoffed and squeezed himself between you and Fishlegs. “Soo, what are we talking about over here? Is it about me?” Snotlout teased. You rolled your eyes and moved yourself and your tray to the edge of the bench, keeping a wide distance between you. Snotlout snatched the tray from your hands, “Where do you think you’re going?” he says snarkily, scooting closer towards you. You still treated him like a ghost. You reached for your water, and he grabbed that too, but instead of drinking it. He spat in it. 

Before setting it back in front of you, that was your last straw; you picked the water up and splashed it on him, you heard a bunch of gasps and ooo’s before standing up and leaving the dining hall. After that situation you kept your distance from Snotlout all day, because you’ll be damned if you let a man with piss for brains and incapability of doing things by himself make a fool out of you. Every time he tried to talk to you, you walked away, ignoring him. He would call out to you, try to get your attention, and he even harassed you when you were doing errands on your dragon. He had Hookfang attack your dragon mid-air while you watched from the ground.

You heard his stupid laugh while your dragon flew away from him. Your hands balled into fists, turning your knuckles white in the process. Snotlout has been messing with you so much, you didn’t even realize lunch rolled around, you weren’t hungry or in the mood for whatever Snotlout was gonna try and do. So, you skipped. You already knew Astrid was gonna be upset, but you’ll worry about that later. You stayed in your room, scribbling hateful things on pieces of paper to make yourself feel better, you ran your hand through your hair, and it felt greasy to the touch, you gagged at the feeling. You stood up, heading towards your bathroom, and you looked at yourself in the mirror with a smile.

You turned your shower on, while you waited for the water to heat up, you started taking off your clothes, posing in the mirror, laughing, you felt the bathroom fill up with steam, so you hopped in the shower. 

* Snotlout’s POV *

You sighed in defeat. After looking for y/n at lunch, you gave up; it was evident that she was not there, and that made you upset. You walk out of the dining hall down the trail head hanging low. After walking to your house, you get a “brilliant” idea! “I should just go to her house!” you scream out loud, for some odd reason, you know exactly where her family lives, obviously to mess with her.. totally not to spy on her if she brings a guy there.. So you sprint to y/n’s house, you finally arrive at her door, panting with sweat dripping down your forehead. Once you finally catch your breath, you knock on the door a few times loudly. After a few seconds, a sweet-smelling woman opens the door. “Oh, Snotlout! What are you doing here, sweetheart?” The woman said with a smile.

“Hello, Mrs. l/n! I was looking for y/n, she wasn’t at lunch, and I got worried.” You say lying through your teeth but cover it up with a fake smile. “Oh, bless your heart, sweetie! Y/n’s up in her room doing Thor knows what! You can go up and meet her, I’m sure she won’t mind!” Her mom says innocently, “Thank you, ma’am!” you say with a smile, heading upstairs towards y/ns room. You find it and knock lightly, no answer, you knock again, no answer, you knock a third time and still no answer, so you just walk in. She’s not there, you walk around her room analyzing everything, you let out an angry groan and throw your helmet on her bed, you hear water running, and see that the light in the bathroom is on.

You smirk and knock on the door loudly, and immediately you hear a sweet reply, “Yes? Mom is that you?” y/n asks, “Hey sweetheart~” you say teasingly, she doesn’t answer after a few minutes of waiting, you hear “come in Snotlout.” she sounds mad you think chuckling to yourself, you open the door and close the door behind you, “What the hell are you doing here?” Y/n says, annoyed, “You let me in your bathroom s-” “No, you imbecile, what are you doing in my house?” “Oh, your mom let me in!” You say happily.

* Y/n’s POV *

You roll your eyes, “Of course she did,” you mutter to yourself, “WHY did you feel the need to come to my house, Snotlout?” you say with an annoyed tone. “Didn’t see you at lunch today, just wondering where you were,” he mutters before laughing, “well, you know where I am now, you can leave.” Irritation dripping in your voice.  “I’m ok, I think I’ll wait till you’re done, when you get out I won’t look, I swear.” Snotlout says, leaning against your sink with his arms crossed, “Snotlout, can you answer me something?” “Yeah,” “You’ve made rumors about me, terrorized me, and my dragon all day long, and you find where I live to try and harass me again.. why?” 

Snotlout looks at the shower curtains since he can’t see you. “Rumors? Heh, that's what you heard I was doing? And I wasn’t harassing you, you just kept ignoring me, that was me trying to get your attention.” You hear the uncertainty in his voice, “Then speak to me! Having your dragon attack mine and spitting in my drink isn't gonna give you my attention! And the fact you were telling people I was obsessed with you also wasn’t gonna give you a positive reaction from me,” you breathe out.

“Never wanted it too..” Snotlout muttered under his breath, you heard it, and you scoffed, “I’m done talking through this shower curtain.. I’m not gonna let you ruin my shower, so you can either join me or leave. I mean it.” You said sternly, you don’t know why you invited him into the shower with you, it was just impulsive.. After t-minus 10 seconds, Snotlout was in the shower with you, since you were relatively the same height, you were face to face.

Snotlout just stared at your eyes, surprisingly.. both of you naked in your shower.. It’s like nothing he could’ve imagined, “You were a jerk to me and Kaida (your dragon’s name), and your excuse is.. you wanted my attention? Why?” Snotlout sighs dropping his head (looking at your boobs jk) “Because getting reactions out of you is funny.. ever wonder why everytime you tried to be friends i said no?” You nod your head at his words, “It was because I liked where our relationship/friendship was, I liked teasing you, and you would get upset, I was scared that if we became friends, I would lose you to something or someone.” 

Your eyes widen. “So.. if I made sure we were never friends, it wouldn’t hurt if you ever left..”  he couldn’t see it because of the steam from the shower, but you were tearing up, “Aww, Snotlout is secretly a sweetheart!” You squeal, practically jumping up and down. Snotlout grabs your waist, keeping your feet on the floor. “Don’t let it get to your head, you’re not the only one I care about.” You smirk and wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into his ear .“You still owe me and Kaida an apology.. I didn’t forget,” you say with a flirty undertone. (Kaida is your dragon’s name)

He smiles before grabbing your face and kissing you, the kiss wasn’t hard but it wasn’t soft, you moan into the kiss, Snotlout smirks before putting his hands on your hips, pulling at them, you hop a little, and he picks you up, you wrap your arms around his neck and put your legs around his waist. He kisses you again, this time with more need. You tangle your fingers in his hair, you feel his tongue touch your teeth, and you open your mouth, letting him explore your mouth with his tongue. You feel his erection prod against your thigh, you whine into Snotlout’s mouth, you trail your right hand down his chest between your legs to grab at his dick lining him up with your cunt.

You slowly feel him enter you, inch by inch, filling you up slowly, you didn’t move, you didn’t want to.. You waited on Snotlout. Once he was fully inside, he thrusted up into you, testing the waters, and you moaned. LOUD. There’s no doubt your parents heard.. but that was the least of your worries; the man who had been harassing you since you were 8 was balls deep in you, in your shower. Snotlout took your moan as a good sign and kept thrusting into you. Your moans got louder with each thrust, and you covered your mouth with your hand. Despite you covering your moans, Snotlout thrusted harder into you with a quick pace, smirking at you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you felt a tingling sensation in your stomach waiting to pop.

You uncover your mouth and go back to practically eating Snotlout's face off this time, you stick your tongue in his mouth, tangling your tongue with his. The tingling sensation in your stomach was at its brink, and you knew Snotlout knew. he started dragging his thrust, making you wait for your release, you whined into his mouth, grinding hard onto his dick. After he finished teasing you, he did one final thrust, and you blew over the edge. You lay your head on Snotlout’s shoulder, panting and whining likew you just ran around Berk for miles, he kisses the side of your head “How was that for an apology?” he teases, you pull your head up and innocently smile “It was ok.. could’ve been better in my opinion” Snotlout scoffs “Well.. I guess we’re just gonna have to go again and see if it’s better this time.. Hm?” 

Your eyes widen, and you open your mouth to protest since you were getting sensitive.. needless to say, no matter how much soap you used in that shower, you were still dirty.

You guys.. this was so rushed and I was lowkey going nowhere with the smut.. 😓😓 But I hope you enjoyed !

[violetcamryn]

shower smut will forever be a top 5 for me, this was fantastic

[violetcamryn]

Could you do a gabriel howell x fem reader headcannons of how he'd be as a boyfriend !!

Also could you make it super fluffy like nicknames he'd give, his favorite date ideas, his favorite cuddling spots, how he presents his own pda (like hand holding/ hugging from behind type stuff infront of others), if he likes to kiss on the forehead or cheek, corny sappy stuff like that 🙏 and can you make some in the setting of being the girlfriend on set with him!

Also cringed as I wrote this so I apologize 😭

this idea was so good, it got bumped to the front of the post lineup 😋 hope you like it!

HEADCANNONS - Gabriel Howell x girlfriend reader

Rating: Fluff 😚

- If Gabriel has to go to an early morning film shoot, he always kisses your forehead before slipping out of bed, making sure he doesn’t wake you up. He knows you’d wake up early just to be with him, but he always wants you to get your beauty sleep before you join him on set (because you’re both working on the same movie)

- He takes you out for little “dates” after shooting finishes. You’ll usually go out to the corner store, because shooting finishes after all the fancy restaurants close. But when both of you have the day off, he’ll plan a real date. He plans an entire day out with a fancy dinner to finish it off.

- He loves to play with your hair. He’ll learn to braid it, and then he’ll go so far as to learn multiple hair styles so that you don’t have to do your hair yourself when you’re getting ready to go out.

- He’ll sometimes just stare at you when you’re not looking, and think about how lucky he is to have such a beautiful girlfriend.

- He loves to hug you from behind, nuzzling his face in between your neck and your shoulder. He’ll plant gentle kisses along your neck and jawline when he does this.

- He’ll come home from work, eager to tell you every little detail about his day. You’ll spend the next hour cuddled up on the couch with the TV playing, busy looking up at him as he tells you about his day. He’ll usually massage your feet while he talks too.

- He loves the smell of your hair and the shampoo you use, so sometimes at night he’ll lay extra close to you just to breathe it in.

- He’ll sneak up behind you and try to spook you, which makes you jump just enough for him to catch you in his arms and hold you while he laughs.

- He’s literally one of the funniest people you know. You can remember multiple times where he’s made you laugh at inconvenient times and you’ve had to hold it in with all your strength.

- He hates leaving you behind to film abroad, so he will make sure to either bring you with him, or call you every chance he gets just to hear your voice. He doesn’t care if he has to wake up at 4am just to call you when it’s a good time for you, he’ll do it.

- He will always bring you snacks from the movie set. The donuts on set are your favourite. Scrumptious

(pardon me while i break the 4th wall, but I’m being so fr about those donuts, i had some back when i did acting and omg they’re so good)

- He gives the BEST back massages. I mean, have you seen his traps & shoulders? The man has some serious arm strength.

- He asked you to move in with him after being together for a few months, and since then he’s really learned how to decorate his apartment. But his favourite thing in the apartment is his collection of books that he likes to read by the fireplace. He’ll always ask you to join him while he reads, and he’ll make a nice cup of tea for the both of you.

- He spoils you rotten. He’ll take you out the the mall and just buy you things that you show interest in. You’ve had to be more careful with how many things you say you “love” while you’re out shopping, because he’ll just keep buying you things.

- He makes the best coffee in the mornings, and he’ll bring it to you in bed if he doesn’t have to work that day. He makes it exactly how you like it, every single time without fail.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

AN: Sorry this was so short 😅 i will definitely be doing more in the future but i hope you enjoyed!

[remii-24k]

You have 15 minutes

Desc: You always supported your boyfriend Gabriel in whatever he did, even if that was doing a random art project, trying something new in bed, or starring in a movie about dragons.. You love him nonetheless.

This is requested ! (I assume y/n isn’t in the movie.. Since Gabriel had to go by himself to rehearsals..) THIS IS FREAKYYY !! Gabriel is munching you DOWN !! he cries.. There is P in V action. Plus, he’s shorter than you !! (If anyone hates short men, you are NOT welcome on my page.)

Every time Gabriel came home from his long and tiring rehearsals, he ate the dinner you cooked and went to bed in your shared apartment (You can’t tell me he wouldn’t have a spacious, vibey apartment) and was knocked out until he had to leave the house again to go back to rehearsals. You can’t lie and say you weren’t upset at how long Gabriel spends away from you; he spends almost every weekday at the studio, and even though he has weekends off, he’s so worn out from the week's worth of work. You always let him rest, never bother him unless he goes out of his way to get your attention. 

You were cooking dinner for you and Gabriel, just classic pasta with some sides, when you heard the door open and close lightly. It was Gabriel. He walked in, put his stuff on the floor next to the walkway, and made his way to you. You were stirring the pasta whilst putting spices in when you felt hands on your waist pulling you into a hug. Gabriel hugged your waist like you were gonna fly away with the wind, and he sighed heavily, letting his body rest into you. You let him have these moments because you know he needs a break.

You finish the pasta and turn the stove off, then turn around, giving Gabriel an actual hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. He breathes you in, letting your smell bring him back to earth. You kiss his forehead before letting him go. “I’m hungry,” he says in almost a whiny voice. “Well, I just finished dinner-” he shakes his head “not for food,” he whispers breathlessly. Your eyes widen, and you smirk, “Do you think you deserve it?” you ask teasingly. Gabriel almost whimpers at your words and nods his head. You shake your head with a disappointed look, “I need words, baby. Tell me what you want~” Gabriel sinks to his knees and starts rubbing your thighs.

“You- I want you soo bad,” He whines pathetically, threading his fingers at the bottom of your shorts. You put your hand in his hair, nails scratching his scalp in all the right ways, you ponder for a second, “Is that all you got?” you ask condescendingly, knowing he could do better than that. Gabriel shakes his head, shuffling on his knees closer to you. “Please, pleasee let me make you feel good! God!  It’s all I’ve wanted to do for days!” Gabriel whines, you unthread your fingers out of his hair, then he starts kissing up your thighs, pushing up your shirt, kissing your hips up to your neck.

He’s standing up now, attempting to drag you to the couch. You comply and let him drag you. When you finally get to the couch, he throws the pillows to the side, you’re sitting on the edge of the couch, and he’s on the floor on his knees. He’s frantically trying to pull your shorts off, but he’s struggling; it looks like he’s... crying? You stop his movements. “Baby, are you ok?” he huffs in defeat. “I-I just can’t get..” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before throwing his head back in defeat, fighting back tears. You chuckle, leaning forward, putting a hand on his cheek, “sweetheart, I think you’re a little overwhelmed. Maybe we should pick this up another d-” before you could finish, he snapped his head back to look at you, and he was most definitely crying. “No! I mean.. I can’t wait any longer, please!”

God, he looks pathetic.

You sigh, “Ok.. do you need help?” he nods his head, you slide out of your shorts in one swift motion, Gabriel watches with his mouth watering, you keep your underwear on wanting to tease him some more.. but Gabriel didn’t come to play.. The moment you leaned back and spread your legs, Gabriel practically ripped your underwear off with his teeth. Your panties were ripped in two, but that was the least of your problems.

Gabriel whined when he saw your bare cunt, like, disgustingly pathetic whine, he’s drooling on the couch looking at you. He reaches a hand up to touch it, but he hesitates, you’re just so perfect in his eyes, he doesn’t want to taint you with his touch. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, then he bites the same spot he kissed. You yelp, and he giggles. Normally, you would’ve teased him for it, but you didn’t have the time nor energy to do so.

 You see, Gabriel's pupils blow wide and drool drips down his chin, you would be lying if seeing him like this didn’t make you wetter.. Before you know it Gabriel’s lapping at your cunt like he hasn’t ate anything in days, the sensations were all to much way to fast and you instinctively move your hips away from his mouth. He whimpers following your cunt with his mouth. He wraps his arms around your thighs and puts a hand on your pelvis to keep you from moving.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you moan shakily. You stick your hand in Gabriel’s hair, tugging on it. Gabriel grinds himself on the edge of the couch and groans into you, the lack of friction is making him more needy, he puts his face deep into your cunt needing more. He grips your thighs, spreading them as much as he can. You felt that coil in your belly approach, and he knew, he sucked on your clit and you felt that same coil snap.

Gabriel eats you through your orgasm, and still doesn’t stop when you come down from your high. You moan loudly, pushing his head away, and that only fuels him more. He moves one of his hands away from your thighs and slides it up your shirt grabbing one of your boobs with a light squeeze. He pulls his head back for a second, and you think he’s done.. Nah.. he spits on your cunt and dives back in.

*After 1-2 hours* 

You’re still on the couch, sweaty, overstimulated, wet, and tired. But Gabriel still wasn't done ! He was still between your legs, and you just couldn’t take it anymore; you gripped his hair and forcibly pulled him away, closing your legs. You take a good look at the man who was eating you out for almost 2 hours, and god, does he look messy.. His mouth and around his lips were wet, his hair was dishevelled, his eyes were low, and he was crying again. “B-but I wasn’t done y-yet!” he says through sniffles, trying to pry your legs open again. “No, sweetheart. You’re done for the night,” you say while putting your shorts back on. “Plus, you haven’t even eaten your actual dinner.” You lean down and kiss his forehead, you walk to the kitchen, putting the food in the fridge since it’s already cold. You turn the TV off and head to your shared bedroom. 

Gabriel follows close behind, grabbing onto the back of your shirt, making sure you don’t get too far ahead. You both get ready for bed. Normally, after you and Gabriel did anything sexual, you would shower together, but not tonight, it’s already 11:28, and he’s severely overwhelmed.. Judging by him crying over little things.. You crawl into bed, and Gabriel follows after. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and puts his head in your chest. You kiss him goodnight, “I love you,” and turn around so your back is facing him. He sniffles and turns around to.

When your 5:30 alarm goes off, you turn it off with a sigh, and you're still tired. But you wake up every morning at 5:30, you make your coffee and breakfast, watch the news or a random show, and wait for Gabriel to wake up. But this morning was not going to go as planned. When you try to get up, you can’t. You look down at your chest and see Gabriel lying on your chest, his arms wrapped around your torso, and his right leg tangled between your legs. You play with his hair for a little bit before prying him off you, “Noo, please not now..” you hear Gabriel whisper.

“I’m sorry, baby, but this is my everyday routine.. If you would like, you can join me..?” You say trying to compromise. He huffs and lets you get up once you’re finally up, and he gets up also, following you to the bathroom. You and Gabriel brush your teeth in silence. He was noticeably upset, but you didn’t dwell on it for long. When you both finished, you headed to the kitchen, Gabriel close behind. You made yourself and Gabriel coffee and a light breakfast. He ate it quickly but didn’t touch his coffee.

You sip on your coffee, not touching your breakfast since you weren’t that hungry (no, she’s not starving herself). Gabriel still looks upset, so you reach out and hold his hand, and he shudders at the contact but refuses to look up from his plate, “Gabriel” you say trying to get his attention but he still doesn’t look at you “Gabriel” you try again, but too no avail “Gabriel.” You say sternly, Gabriel snaps his head up, looking guilty. “What’s wrong?” you mutter. Gabriel shakes his head, “nothing.” you roll your eyes “Don’t bull shit me, what’s up” Gabriel sighs, “It’s just.. We haven’t touched each other for so long since I’ve been rehearsing for this movie.. It just makes me think and ache.. and makes me need you more than I already do..” 

Your eyes widen at his words, he takes his hand out of yours and puts it in his lap before standing up to walk away. “Forget it- mentioning this was a mistake.” You set your cup down and walk over to him, “It’s not a mistake you mentioned this to me, it’s good we’re communicating.  You think I don’t miss you when you’re gone? You don’t think I’m upset when I have to work late and can’t see you at all?” you say to him, cupping his face in your right hand. 

He looks at you with a light pout on his face. You kiss his forehead, “Next time you feel like this, talk to me, I’m not gonna be upset or annoyed if you wanna communicate.” you say with a smile. Gabriel smiles shyly and grabs your hand, and kisses it before kissing you passionately. You reciprocate the kiss, pulling him in closer by the collar of his nightshirt. He whimpers into the kiss, and that causes you to back up. “You have to leave in 20 minutes, no need to start something you won’t have enough time to finish,” you say smugly, which causes Gabriel to frown. “I can be a little late- no one would notice,” you give him a not-so-convinced look.

He grabs your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours, “Please! We never got to finish from last night..” He’s practically pleading now. You think for a second before letting out a deep breath, “Fine. You have 15 minutes.” You see his pupils get bigger, and he drags you to your bedroom, he kisses you again, this time taking the “lead”. As you’re making out, he’s trying to take your shirt off, but you can tell he’s getting upset, you put a hand on his chest pushing him away. You take your shirt off in one swift motion, throwing it somewhere in the room. You unclasp your bra also, Gabriel can’t help but stare at your bare chest with drool pooling in his mouth.

You laugh before pushing him onto the bed, and his back hits the soft sheets. You straddle his hips, grinding on him, the tiniest but earning a moan from the sweet man below you. Gabriel slides his hand up your sides slowly leading to your unaccompanied boobs, he grips them lightly. You smile at his awestruck face, then you seductively graze your hands down his chest to his pelvis to his clothes dick, he bucks his hips at the contact, you slowly undo his belt setting it down on the floor, you take your time unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them.

You finally free his aching dick from his boxers before looking the the alarm clock next your bed, “10 minutes..” you mutter to yourself, you didn’t have enough time to tease him, so, you spit on your hand and pump him 3-4 times “lubing” him up. You slide your shorts to the side, and in one motion, he’s inside of you, filling you up. Gabriel throws his head back, and you smirk at his reaction, moving your hips up and down. He whines instinctively, gripping your hips. 

Gabriel was never quick to cum.. but in this situation it seemed like he was a virgin.. Before you know it, he’s WHINING under you, “please please please please! Oh God! Please d-don’t stop! I’m so close!” He mewls. Who are you to deny your sweet boy his closure? You keep your same pace, and he unravels completely, cumming inside you, you don’t mind since you’re on birth control. He’s panting, head thrown back, hair still messy, you smirk at your work and get off of him, finding the shirt you threw and putting it back on.

You wipe the sweat off his forehead, kissing his cheek, “Have fun?” he nods his head with a stupid smile on his face. “Good, I’m glad.. but.. now you’re late.”

MWAHHAHA!! I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing this!

[violetcamryn]

reblogging even tho i haven’t read it yet but i just KNOW this is gonna be delicious😛 will edit this post once i have time to read it

edit: GUYS OMG READ THIS RN. THIS WAS SO GOOD. 10/10🤭😋