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#Vicky Schmidt x Scott Howl
bi-aragorn · 1 year
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Clouds & Kisses
A different fandom again mwahaha, back at it again with a Monster Prom fic (and it’s not even horny, really)
Here on AO3
Rating: Teen
Tags: Kissing, Making Out, Summer Romance, Cloud Watching
Scott and Vicky cloud watching and kissing below (they’re cute and I need to play this game more)
It was a balmy summer’s day, and Scott and Vicky were curled up together on the hammock on her parents' back porch. Vicky was leaning back against Scott’s chest, and he had an arm curled protectively around her, rubbing up and down her side absentmindedly. He was staring up at the sky, watching the clouds as they rolled overhead whilst Vicky read her book, flicking over to the next page and peeking up from behind it just to watch him for a moment.
His eyes were wide, mouth in an almost perfect circle as he watched the clouds, deep in concentration as he clearly mulled over the shapes in the sky.
“That one… is Polly-shaped,” he mumbled to himself, and Vicky glanced up for a moment and watched as a wispy cloud drifted by. Snickering, she flicked the book closed and shimmied further up Scott’s chest.
“How about that one?” She asked, pointing at an oval-shaped cloud, a smile beginning to quirk up the sides of her mouth as she predicted the answer.
Scott’s eyes widened and she felt his tail as it started battering against her leg.
“Ball! That one’s a ball!” He yelled, excited, the hammock swaying with the force of his tail wagging. Vicky giggled, delighted by his exuberance, and let her eyes slip shut as she laughed. She wrapped her arms around his middle, and leant in, snuggling up close to him, before letting out a contented sigh. Scott hummed beneath her, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he brought his arms around her, large palms pressed flat against her back. She felt comfortable as she was, and a little sluggish- it was hard to be anything else in this heat- but there was an undercurrent of something more… passionate that Vicky was eager to explore.
They’d kissed before, but that was it- they'd barely been dating two weeks, only really since a few days before prom. It had been a perfect, sweet summer romance so far- there had been prom, obviously, and then a picnic during which Scott mostly chased ducks around the pond and Vicky laughed till her sides hurt, and a few tender kisses shared when they said goodbye at night. But maybe now was the time to try something a little more than kissing. Just a little.
Vicky lifted her head from Scott’s chest, and wriggled up until she found herself sitting on his lap, staring at his confused face, those bushy eyebrows drawn into a confused stare, head tilted slightly to the side. His hands had fallen subconsciously to her hips, thumbs rubbing her thighs softly, and Vicky smiled, tugging at the bottom of her dark blue t-shirt nervously. Taking a quick, sharp breath, she darted forward, and pressed her lips to Scott’s. He grunted, startled, but soon settled into the kiss, his warm hands wrapping more firmly around her hips, shifting her legs to spread more comfortably over his lap. Vicky moaned and tipped her mouth to the side, tongue moving forward, deepening the kiss. Her arms wrapped around Scott’s neck of their own volition, hips rocking forward to push closer against his body. Scott’s answering moan was lost in her mouth, as he ground up against her arse, before pulling back from their kiss ever so slightly.
“Is this ok?” he mumbled, eyes closed, lips parted for more, but still waiting patiently.
“Y-yeah!” Vicky said, and pulled him back into another kiss.
They lost themselves in it for a while, hands brushing over each others skin without much intention, just enjoying the moment wherever it took them, kissing and moaning softly as they moved.
Vicky could feel sweat beading on the back of her neck, her hair turning frizzy with it. It hardly mattered, but it gave her enough of a push to take another step. Pulling back and pressing a kiss to the corner of Scott’s mouth in apology, giggling at how he pouted, she reached for her t-shirt and tugged it off over her head, leaving her sitting in Scott’s lap just in her shorts and bra.
His eyes bulged almost comically at the sight of her. Vicky blushed, scratching at the back of her neck awkwardly- had she done something wrong? But before she could really start to worry, Scott had reached for her and pulled her into another searing kiss, hips grinding up against her arse again- and oh, he was hard. Vicky shivered, trying not to be too smug about it as she kissed Scott back, tugging at his t-shirt, trying to peel him out of it.
Soon they were sat on the slowly swaying hammock, shirtless and sweaty, Scott’s hands cupping Vicky’s breasts as he kissed across her stomach. Vicky squirmed, gasping at the way his lips caressed her skin. The ache between her legs was becoming harder to ignore, but as horny as Vicky was, she wasn't sure she wanted to go fuck Scott just now. It was enough as it was, kissing and touching and rolling about with him, learning how he liked to be kissed and touched. She shivered as his beard brushed against her stomach, ticklish, and pulled him back up.
There was a brief moment where they were looking each other in the eyes, startled, and then they were falling onto the grass in a heap of tangled limbs and giddy giggles. Vicky laughed, brushing tangled hair back from her eyes, before rolling over positioning herself on top of Scott and kissing him again, harder, grinding down on him as their lips pressed together.
His eyes screwed up and he let out a bitten-off howl, hands snapping up to clutch her by the hips. They lay for a while in the grass, rutting against each other, kisses becoming sloppier and sloppier, Scott’s noises more and more guttural and wolf-like as they continued. They had all the time in the world, and as Scott rolled them over to balance over the top of Vicky and catch his breath, Vicky found that she couldn't be happier about it.
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thegayghost26 · 2 years
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Scott: Vicky is the kindest person I know!
Vicky: *smiles innocently*
Amira: pfft
Vicky, still smiling: *whispering* say something to him and that knife will go back to your spleen :)
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mons1erprom · 3 years
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Vera: So… Vicky, was it?
Vicky, nervous: Oh uh… Yeah?
Vera, walking up to the fireplace and taking the rifle off the mantle: Come to take my little Scott out on a night on the town, eh? [she checks the ammo and looks through the barrel] You know, I don't know what I'd do if something were to happen to my little Scott.
Vicky: Yes, ma'am! I mean no ma'am!
Vera, sitting down next to Vicky, looking her right in the eye: Do you know what it's like to kill a man with your bare hands? [she cocks the gun] I do!
Vicky: Oh… Um… Oh there's Scott now!
Scott, coming down in a nice tuxedo: Hey!
Vicky: Wow! You look… stunning!
Scott, smiling: So do you!
[Vicky and Scott leave for Prom arm in arm… before a dart hits Vicky in the neck]
Vicky: Ow! What the hell?
Vera, holding a smoking dart gun: A little added protection! [glaring] You get the antidote once I get my Scott back!
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segasister · 4 years
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All of Vicky’s Polaroids from Monster Prom!
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*slowly slides five happy face pies* For the happy couples
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vanilla0chinchilla · 2 years
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Mad scientist Vicky, and her lovely assistant.
She's not going to be laughing for too long, after the thunder comes and Scott gets scared.
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so who brought calculester into this world? I know Damien and Scott were involved, but who was the third individual?
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“Friend Vicky is the third responsible party and, in a way, my occasional caretaker. While my beloved romantic partner tries his hardest to assist me with technical issues, both of us are aware his knowledge of engineering and robotics is limited. So she assists me with major maintenance needs. And in all fairness, I think Friend Vicky is mostly responsible for my continued existence, because while I love Friends Damien and Scott, I fear if I was left alone with them to become a student, I may have met an early grave.”
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peachofcakex3 · 3 years
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I haven’t posted here in years and it’s 2am so of course this’ll be hidden away forever but hey I’m active on insta so that’s cool WOOH I FRICKEN LOVE THIS SHIP (insta: @peach_of.cake)
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fandumb-obsessed · 3 years
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Cant get over how adorable these two are 😍
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ask-lady-blue · 4 years
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So, apparently Zoe, Damien, Calculester, and Dahlia are trying to win you all over.
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Vicky: Ehhh yeah, it’s weird cause we’re all already taken. 
Oz: I’m fine with it :)
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kritzelhoehle · 4 years
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good boy strong boy lifts up his gf with ease
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Vicky: I’m cold
Scott: Here, have my jacket
Oz: Hey, I’m cold too
Damien: What? *takes off jacket* I fucking told you to bring more fucking layers, but of course you didn’t listen and now, *grabs scarf and shoves it on Oz* I fucking have to make sure you don’t freeze to death, what the fuck did I expect? And, *takes a random monster’s beanie then throws it on Oz* how fucking long have you been cold? You should’ve fucking said something sooner!
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horny-unicorny · 5 years
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DANCE OFF!                            Suddenly, an interdimensional portal opened up at the base of the tree, and the Interdimensional Prince stepped out of it to look around. He immediately noticed Polly and Vicky nearby in their underwear, completely lost in the music… and each other. He needed to intervene and be the one they were lost in!
              “Oh my!” he cooed, “I think I have come to this dimension just in time to find my wife or wives. Your dancing sings to my very soul.”
              “Oh, no, this creep again,” Polly scowled. “He tricked me into trying his interdimensional cocaine once. It was weak AF. I phased the fuck out of there.”
              Vicky was letting loose, feeling the music, and she wasn’t going to let him interrupt her. “We’re not dancing for you, dude!”
              Offended, the prince gasped, “Our cocaine is the finest in 10 dimensions! We only use the best slaves!”
              “I bet Miranda would disagree with you on that one!” Vicky retorted.
              “Mm, yes, this Miranda. I have met her, but she matters not when there is you right here before me,” he said and shimmied up to her. “For YOU are doing the mating dance of my people.”
              “Oh, really? What if I do this instead?” Vicky asked and did the butter churn. “I'm churning butter. What are you churning?”
              “Ooh, yes, I like this!” The interdimensional prince mimicked her dance, “This is the interdimensional love between us, mixing into one.”
              “You can't just copy me! That's not impressive at all! Show me what you got, Mr. Fancy Pants!” Vicky transitioned to doing the shopping cart. “I'm getting my groceries. My dance groceries.”
              The prince started throttling around like he was riding a horse. “I am upon my noble steed. Here to rescue you from this dreadful life of having to shop for yourself.”
              “Better, getting better! I can dig it!” Vicky grinned and did the chicken wing. “Can you keep up with THIS?”
              The prince raised a hand over his head, forming a swan neck and bill as he strutted around. “I present to you the majestic duck swan. The symbol of my kingdom.”
              “YEAH, PRINCE! GET IT!” Vicky cheered and did the sprinkler.
              “I see you are doing the dance of the peasant sprinkler. I will show you royalty,” the prince said and extended an arm out to his side before twirling his hand and holding it palm up. He followed suit with the other and began to twirl in a circle, wiggling his fingers like a circular sprinkler.
              “This got really fucking weird fast,” Damien said, watching.
              “I was right! He said it’s the mating ritual of his people! Vicky is gonna get married!” Scott cheered with a tail wag.
              “What?! No, she’s not!” Damien glared because he had a weird feeling he hadn’t experienced before. Was it… jealousy? READ MORE HERE!
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quintessencemeister · 5 years
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Our Seventh Day of Christmas is ALSO our New Year’s Eve Special! Fourth Update! Last chapter of the year, nerds. Hope you monster-fuckers like it. :3 Chapter 10: Secret Bets and Arson Friends
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coffincataclysm · 6 years
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Made more MP pride icons, this time with ships!!
Oz || Brian || Vicky || Amira || Vera || Miranda || Polly || Damien || Scott || Liam || Side characters
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Did it take long for Polly and Vicky, and their moms, to adjust to the world of monsters?
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