#edge fluff

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can I pls have a 90's Edge x Fem reader where he kisses her back after patching her up and it leads to fluffy smut?

edge x reader

tw : smut smut smut

goodnight pretty girl

it’s been a rough match but you were glad you made it out as a champion.

you were in pain, anyone could tell that. fans cheering for you, at some point they thought you weren’t going to make it due to the amount pain you were feeling from your shoulders down to your back but you all proved them wrong and once you got backstage you couldn’t wait to take a shower and go back to the hotel so you could have a full night of sleep.

before you could reach your car your heard your boyfriend edge calling your name. you were surprised to see him there as he didn’t have any match to attend that night.

“you did great love!” he hugged you and you hugged him back.

“thanks…” you smile as you captured his lips with yours.

“i saw you were in pain back there…does your back hurt?” he asked a little concerned and you nodded “let me drive you back to the hotel so i can take care of you baby” he said before taking the driver seat and speeding to the hotel.

once you were in your hotel room, you let yourself fall on the bed, face between the pillows as edge bursted out laughing seeing your reaction.

“i’m so tired…” you said turning to face him.

“you should probably change yourself into something more comfortable…” he suggested and went to unpack some of his night’s clothes “wear these…you’ll feel better” he said and you thanked him.

you were way past over being shy in front of him so you changed right there, not wanting to move to the bathroom. you felt edge’s eyes on you, watching every move you made but his gaze got stuck on your back, where a few bruises were starting to form.

“hold on baby…” he stopped you before you could wear the long t-shirt he gave you “let me clean your back better, you have some purple bruises that i really don’t like” he said and despite all you wanted to do was sleep you knew you couldn’t say no to him. so you remained in your bra and panties, laying flat on your stomach and you let a few whimper out of your mouth when you felt edge’s hands applying some cream onto your back “this will help you with the pain, you’ll thank me later” he said and you nodded.

his hands massaged your back for a few minutes and when you thought he was over, he laid down to kiss your neck and shoulders, making sure to not hurt the spot where you were in pain.

“you smell amazing baby…” he whispered into your ear making you shiver.

his hands went to un clap your bra and he helped you turning around so you were facing him. his lips connected with your hard nipples and you couldn’t help but moan, try to not scream as you were staying in a very old hotel, knowing that the walls were pretty thin.

his hands moved to remove your panties and he began to undress himself too, remaining both naked.

his fingers went between your already wet folds and he began to play with your clit, knowing how much you loved when he teased you like that.

“please baby…” you moaned.

“someone’s a little impatient” he teased you. you didn’t even have time to reply back that his dick slammed into you in one swift move. he gave you some time to adjust before he began to move inside of you. slowly, taking his time with you, his hands reaching for yours as he trapped them over your head. his lips went to your neck and collarbone, moving to your nipples and gently biting them.

the slow pace he set was killing you, it was making you feel things you’ve never felt before, his cock hitting you in all your right spots.

“oh fuck…” you moaned when you felt his tip hitting right over your g-spot.

“like that?” he asked you and you nodded.

it was different from the old times, he would usually be rough or quick, sensual but not like that and you’ve never that good in your whole life.

it took him only a few thrust so spill himself inside of you and he completely lost it when you clenched hard on his dick, coming all over him.

“are you okay pretty girl?” he asked you when he caught his breath.

“yes…” you slowly opened your eyes and saw his still on top of you, admiring you with so much love that made your heart feel full. his lips went to captured yours in a very sensual and loving kiss.

he moved to the bathroom and took a washcloth just for cleaning you both up. he made sure you drank something, knowing that you probably were dehydrated. he dressed you in his clothes again and tucked you under the covers.

you were already half asleep and he realised that when he saw your eyes fall close.

“goodnight pretty girl” he whispered, kissing your cheek and let you laid your head on his chest.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe x you #wwe imagines #wwe one shot #wwe story #wwe fandom #wwe x original character #wwe x oc #wwe requests #wwe drabble #wwe headcanons #wwe edge #wwe edge x reader #edge x reader #edge x you #edge smut #edge fluff #edge angst #edge x oc #edge one shot #edge imagine #edge imagines #edge wwe #wwe the judgement day #the judgment day x reader

[omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts]

Dancing Like Flames

@judgementdaysunshine I hope the wait was well worth it! 😈

Title inspo: Pain Remains I: Dancing Like Flames by Lorna Shore

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You'd walked into the arena with Randy, arms draped across the small of each other's back as you checked in and made your way to the locker room that your partner Adam had already claimed for the three of you. His thumb rubbed over your hip as you walked through the halls, hand resting comfortably against the soft cotton of your leggings.

"You excited for tonight, babydoll?"

You looked up at him, smiling as you realized he'd been sneakily staring at you for a few moments as you approached the door.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged slightly, muscular arm reaching out and opening the door for you. A soft blush spread across your cheeks as it had done so many times before, Adam looking up at the two of you as Randy let you into the room first.

"You know how tonight's gonna go, and I wanted to make sure you were ready."

You stretched upwards a bit, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I'll be fine, darlin'."

He smiled, playfully smacking your butt as he closed the door behind him, Adam's quiet laughter catching your attention as you turned toward him and walked over. His hands reached out to you, carefully pulling you toward him as you claimed your spot on his lap.

The three of you joked around and talked about your matches, both men carrying you out to the ring on their shoulders when it came time for your match. They psyched you up, keeping anyone from interfering or distracting the ref. You won the match, your boys wrapping you in a hug before helping you to the locker room.

Adam got you an ice pack, sitting beside you and holding your hand as Randy massaged your shoulders. The three of you relaxed, going over the boys' match. After a half hour or so, you got up and followed them to Gorilla. They were going against your mentors Shawn and Hunter, and while they hadn't told you how it was going to end, you knew it was going to be a well fought and bloody match.

You escorted them down to the ring, watching intently and cheering for your loves as the match dragged on. Adam ended up covered in Shawn's blood, a small pang in your heart as you watched the four men brawling it out in front of you. Randy couldn't help but smile a little bit as the bell rang after a little while, signaling that your lovers had won. He'd heard your cheers above the crowd, eyes meeting yours as you hopped up from the announcement table and met him at the apron. He and Adam hopped down, arms wrapping around you and each other without a care in the world.

The three of you walked back to your locker room, both men taking turns holding you while the other showered. You'd stuck around until after the show, one of the last groups to leave the arena and head back to your hotel. During the car ride Adam held your hand, a vaguely nervous feeling rushing through you as your thoughts began to tiptoe into unexplored territory. Images of both men worshipping your body flashed through your mind, you glancing to both men like they'd hear your thoughts as if you'd said them aloud.

Randy and Adam took your bags up to the room once you'd gotten checked in, joking around with you. You were the one to unlock the door, walking in and setting the room key down on a nightstand before sitting down on the edge of the king sized bed. Randy closed the door behind him, setting the bags down and getting onto the bed beside you.

"What's on your mind, baby?"

"Just thinking, that's all. Nothing bad."

He raised a brow slightly, Adam doing the same as Randy wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Care to enlighten us?"

Your eyes shifted downward, studying the designs that adorned your lover's skin as a subtle pink flush spread across your cheeks.

"I was just thinking about us... About how I feel safe with you, and how much I love you both..."

You'd trailed off for a moment as you felt the bed shift slightly, Adam having sat beside you. He reached out, hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. Your gaze shifted once more, looking to the two men you loved more than anything in the world.

"I love you both so much, and I want you to be my first."

Both men were quiet for a few moments as they studied you, soft smiles forming on their lips. Adam was the first to speak, a slightly devious look in his eyes as his thumb rubbed over your skin. His gaze softened slightly as Randy shifted slightly and pressed a kiss to your neck.

"How long have you been thinking about this, sweetheart?"

"Since this morning."

Your bashful admission caused both men to chuckle, sharing an amused look. Randy let you go, getting off the bed and crouching in front of you.

"You've been thinking about us... What we'd finally do to you... All morning, and you didn't tell us? Naughty girl."

"We're gonna take good care of you, babydoll. I promise."

You shared a kiss with them, each filled with more love and warmth than you could have imagined, unable to ignore just how wet you were becoming. You shifted slightly as Randy slipped out of his shirt, Adam following suit a few moments later.

They slowly stripped you out of your clothes, littering kisses over nearly every inch of newly exposed skin. A quiet hum slipped past your lips as Adam began sucking marks into your neck, your eyes closing as Randy's hands rubbed over your thighs. One of Adam's slipped down, both men spreading your legs as Randy's kisses crept closer and closer to your entrance.

Adam's free hand moved upward, gently rubbing over your side as Randy finally closed the gap and got his first taste of you. He didn't fight the pleasured groan that erupted from his chest as he began devouring you, letting the sounds you'd begun making guide his motions. Adam's fingers gripped your thigh as you moaned at Randy's actions, both men deeply aware of how hard they had gotten from seeing you like this.

"Look at you, baby... Bein' such a good, good fuckin' girl for us."

Another moan bubbled up from your throat at Adam's murmured words, hips grinding against Randy as he eased two fingers into you while sucking on your clit. Your heart pounded in your chest, brain fuzzy as your lovers took their time pleasing you. They brought you to the edge, both doing everything they could to make you feel as good as possible.

"I know you're close, pretty girl. You can let go, baby... Cum for us."

Your head laid back against Adam, mouth open slightly as you finally came undone. Both men continued their movements, Adam's fingers rubbing your clit as they worked you through your first orgasm of the night. Your body tensed as the waves of pleasure continued to hit you, a string of curses leaving your mouth. You slowly came down from your high, relaxing between them as they removed their fingers from you and sucked them clean.

They showered you with praise and affection, carefully moving you so that you laid on the bed with Adam on your left and Randy on your right.

"Think you can handle another, princess?"

You nodded, too caught up in the situation for words. Adam leaned down and kissed you, breaking it and settling himself between your legs after Randy had tossed him a condom from his backpack. He ripped the packet open and slipped it on before teasing you with the tip of his cock, leaning down and kissing you deeply as he slowly eased into you. He'd wrapped his arms around you, giving you a few moments to adjust to his size before beginning to thrust into you.

He slowly brought you to another incredible orgasm, his focus solely on pleasing you. Your orgasm hit you hard, muscles tensing around him which brought him over the edge with you. He took his time working you through your highs, both he and Randy once again showering you with praise and affection. Adam moved to lay beside you after disposing of his condom, both men chuckling as you reached over and pulled Randy in for a kiss.

"Want to feel you too, Viper."

He chuckled at your words, moving to kneel between your legs as he grabbed a condom as well and put it on.

"Whatever you want, you get babydoll."

He eased into you, being just as gentle as Adam had been. He brought you to the edge a bit quicker than Adam had, both men talking you off. His fingers dug into your hips slightly as you came undone for him, groaning as he worked you through your high. He pulled you close as he came, your name slipping from his lips like a muttered prayer.

"You were such a good girl for us, baby."

"We love you, babydoll."

#Edge x Fem Reader x Randy Orton imagine #wwe imagine #WWE fluff #WWE smut #Edge smut #Edge fluff #Randy Orton smut #Randy Orton fluff #Youtube

[aalyssah]

Two Pump Chump

Pairing: Edge x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Choking, Degradation, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Names, (Slut), Oral, (Edge Receiving), Praise, Rough Sex, Soft Sex? and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,812

Summary/Request: “i was wondering if you could do something with edge cause i cant find any good ff about him. obviously containing smut maybe angry sex after something that happened between him and lita and he comes to the reader for comfort?”

A/N: This was requested by someone on Wattpad. Hope You Enjoy

You sat in the locker room, watching your best friend Edge's match. He was defending his title against John Cena, with Lita on his side.

The match was scary, with Cena hitting big moves, almost getting the 3 count. You watched as John hit Edge with a fisherman suplex, before going for the pin.

Lita came up on the apron yelling at John to get his attention. It worked, leaving Edge to have the advantage to sneak up. Unfortunately, as Edge tried to hit his Edgeucation, John reversed and hit him with an Attitude Adjustment.

He quickly pinned and got the win.

"Your winner of this match, and your NEW CHAMPION, JOHN CENA!"

Your mouth dropped open in shock as you watched John celebrate with his new title in hand. Fans cheered, but Edge sat up in shock. Lita on the other hand was pissed. Her mouth in a straight line, shaking her head and snatching the mic from Lillian Garcia.

"John, I advise you to get out this ring before I kick your balls up your ass." John got out fast, not wanting to deal with her and walked up the ramp, leaving Edge and Lita in the ring. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Lita yelled to Edge. "You had one job, one fucking job and you failed!" Edge stood up, trying to take the mic from her, but she didn't give in. "No, you're gonna sit here and listen to what I have to say because I'm done with you!"

Fans started to cheer loudly as they heard Lita speak. "You're a failure! You lost your title to John fucking Cena, even after I help you. You were so close, but you blew it all up!"

Edge shook his head, denying everything. "You're nothing without that title. That was the only reason I was with you from the start! You had everything, you were in your prime, but now you're nothing, but a lonely man with no title and no girlfriend."

Edge ran his hands through his hair, breathing out loudly. "The sex was bad anyways, you two pump chump." Everyone started laughing and chanting, 'Two Pump Chump'. Edge tensed up feeling anger rise in his body.

He didn't know what took over his body, but next thing he knew he was grabbing Lita by her hair. "You think you're funny? Coming out here to embarrass-" Edge didn't finish his sentence when someone came behind him and hit him on his head.

He came crashing down on the mat, turning over his back to see who the attacker was and to his surprise, it was his ‘best friend’ Christian. Christian began a beat down, kicking and punching him while Lita laughed and cheered on Christian as he toured Edge.

Christian then dragged Edge to the corner and set him up so he could see Lita. What Christian did next shocked the WWE universe and Edge himself. Lita pulled Christian in for a kiss. Not just no normal kiss. A kiss that was full of tongue and saliva trading, practically taunting Edge.

Edge could only sit there and watch his so-called best friend make out with his girlfriend. "Bye bye you loser!" Lita waved and left the ring with Christian by her side. You sat in the same place backstage, not knowing what to do.

Edge slowly got up after catching his breath and walked backstage, embarrassed and pissed. You met him half way with a bottle of water and a towel. "Hey, Edge." You tried putting on your best soft voice, but Edge wasn't having it. "Don't 'hey' me! Did you see what they just did to me out there? The nerve of them!"

You nodded your head, wiping some sweat off his forehead. "She said the only reason she was with me was because I was champ. She used me." You nodded your head, entering the locker room and sitting on the couch. "It's okay, she's nothing, but a gold digging bitch."

You added, making him smirk. "Yeah, and guess what she called me?" You cocked your eyebrows up, waiting for him to continue. "A two pump chump! And then the whole crowd started chanting it." You couldn't contain the small laugh that came from your lips.

Edge's head snapped towards your direction. "What's so funny? You think I'm a two pump chump?" You finally looked at him and saw how red he looked. He was so close that you could feel a bad breath on your cheek. "Uh- I." You could find any words coming out of your mouth.

Yeah, Edge is cute, but you've never thought of him wanting to be with you. "I'm sure you're not." You awkwardly said, avoiding eye contact. "You're just saying that? You don't believe me. You think I'm a two pump chump don't you?!" Your eyes grew wide. "No, no, I don't!"

Edge calmed down, smiling with a loud sigh. "Well, if you don't believe me, I'm gonna show you." You didn't have time to say anything before he yanked your legs down to the floor. He positioned you so that you were on your knees, between his legs. Edge chuckled at your shocked reaction, eyes big, mouth agape.

"Go on, take it out." Your hands carefully reached up to his gear pants, pulling them down with the help of his hips lifting up. You slide his pants down to his legs, revealing his naked bottom half. You looked at him, unsure about everything.

"Edge, are you sure about this? What if someone walks on?" Edge let out a harsh breath and pulled your hair back so you were looking up at him. "I don't have to repeat myself, do I? I said go on." He pushed your hair out his grip and waited for you to start.

You winced at his hard grip and leaned down to finally take him in your mouth. Edge let out a breath, but this time in relief. Your warm mouth wrapped around his cock, made him feel like there was nothing else in the world.

You started off slow, bobbing your head up and down, trying to easily take him down your throat with consideration of how big he was.

No wonder Lita kept coming back.

You used your hand to stroke whatever you couldn't fit, listening to the noises coming above. "Fuck, your doing so good." Edge praised, pushing some hair out your face, getting a good look at your face. He groaned and then reached over to a stand, taking his phone and snapping a pic.

You quickly took him out your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows in anger. "Edge, what fuck are you-" You didn't get to finished your sentence when Edge pushed the back of your head back in his cock, casualty you to let out a gargled choke sound.

"Why won't you just fuckin' listen to me? Just suck my cock like the slut you are!" Edge had a grip in your hair, continuously forcing you to take his cock down your throat. All that was heard was the choking noises coming from you and the small curses and grunts from Edge.

It didn't help when he used his hips to fuck your mouth. Balls slapping against the couch as he thrusted his cock in your mouth. White spot suddenly started to form in your vision, making you tap his thigh in submission, trying to let him know you couldn't breath and luckily, it worked.

When he pulled you up for air, you took large breaths, panting like you haven't breathed in 16 years. Edge pushed your hair back as you couch furiously, praising you. "Are you wet for me?"

You nodded your head after catching your breath. "Fuck me." You batted your eyelashes at him, pleading. "You don't want me to eat you out?" You shook your head a 'no', wanting to feel him inside you now. "I already like you even more than selfish bitch, Lita." You giggled at his last statement.

"I would fuck you, but you didn't say the magic word." A pout came across your lips as you tried to think of the word. "Please?" Edge shrugged his shoulders. "That wasn't what I was looking for, but it'll do for now." He switched spots, picking you up and throwing you on the couch.

He quickly discarded your bottoms and panties, while you took your top off, showing him all of you. You smiled when you saw how mesmerized he became at the sight of your body. "You gonna keep staring or you gonna fuck me, Two Pump Chump?" Edge's eyes turned dark as he looked at you.

Your smile dropped fast, feeling scared. You should've never called him that. Edge didn't say a word as he flipped you on your stomach, and pulled you in a doggy style position. He didn't waste any time, pushing into you, groaning when he felt how tight you were.

"Shit, you haven't been getting a good fucking?" You bit your lip, shaking your head. "Well you're about to from the 'Two Pump Chump.'" You heard the anger in his voice as he said that name and the moment he entered you, you knew he wasn't a Two Pump type of guy.

He thrusted into you, hips connecting your ass with a loud clap noise. You had to hit your lip to hold back your moans, knowing if someone walked in, it could ruin your career. "Don't hold back. Let everyone know how good this 'Two Pump Chump' is fucking you."

You let a small moan slip out, clenching stood him when he hit your sweet spot. "Shit, right there!" Edge kept that in mind, pulling your hair back so your neck was craned up. Surprisingly, he leaned down and kissed you with so much tongue, but never slowed his thrust down.

The smacking and slurping of your lips against each other could sound so wrong to each other."You fuck me so good!" A smile grew in his face at your praise, speeding him through his thrusts. You clenched around him with every drag of his cock in your walls.

“I'm close!" Edge grunted, when he felt himself near release. "Me too, cum with me." He grabbed your hands, intertwining them together as you both came. Your mouth was agape, feeling him paint your walls white. “Holy Fuck.” Edge slowly thrusted into you, emptying everything in you.

You just laid there, in the silence of the locker room, catching your breaths. Edge grabbed his phone again and started recording a video and pointing it at you.

“You think I’m a Two Pump Chump, Y/n?” You didn’t even have the energy to move. Your hoarse voice let out a small no. “Have fun with that Two Pump Bitch Lita.”

Edge ended the video and sent it to Lita.

#wwe edge #adam copeland #edge smut #adam copeland smut #edge fluff #edge imagine #edge x reader #adam copeland x reader #wwe smut #wrestling smut

[rissouu]

just thinking about guitarist!armin who asks if you wanted to go on a late night drive and of course you couldn’t decline, (you just loved feeling like a passenger princess in his tinted out srt). his hand gripped on the thick skin of your thigh as he nodded his head to the guitar notes— deftones played lowly in the background and both of you guys basked in the music. deftones had a way of soothing you and made you feel like you were on cloud 9, same for armin. “wanna go get some food mama?” his beautiful blue eyes met yours when he reached a red light, and you couldn’t lie. the eye contact plus his hand toying with the skin of your thigh had you feeling things.. “mm yes baby, but after could we head back home?” a look of confusion spread across his face since he thought you loved night drives, why were you in such a rush to go home all of sudden? “we could but why- oh?” it took him a while but he finally pieced everything together once he studied your facial expressions. he knew that look— knew it almost better than anything else honestly, the blonde chuckled lowly as he felt his dick practically jumping. “anything for you my princess..”

#malora’s works! #i was js listening to deftones and got this idea idk how i feel about it #and yes ima keep edging yall!! tf #yes this is black/chubby reader but anyone can read #chubby reader #black reader #aot x black reader #aot fluff #aot smut #poc!reader #aot x chubby reader #armin x black reader #guitarist!armin #armin arlert x black reader #armin arlert smut #attack on titan fluff #armin arlert x reader #aot x reader #armin x chubby reader #black y/n #anime smut

[bimbobaggins69]

.˚◦○˚○◦˚ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊

Can’t stop thinking about going over to best friend Steves house to hang out. His parents are away as always, so after your movie night, you both decide to go for a late night swim. You didn’t bring a swim suit since it was a spur of the moment decision. You end up swimming in your little, extremely sheer pink bra and panties. Steve thinks you mind as well be swimming naked from the amount of skin he’s able to see through the fabric, especially once it’s wet.

Of course you splash and chase after each other for the first hour but by the second, you’re moving closer and closer towards the other with bashful smiles, as you eye Steves muscles and chest hair while he subtly ogles your bouncy tits and hard nipples. Eventually you both move in so close you accidentally graze your leg against Steve’s erection that he hasn’t been able to get down since you stripped your clothes off.

“Are you hard, Harrington?” You murmur as you slowly blink up at him with an innocent curiosity, that just about does him in. You’ve teased him about plenty boners and cum socks in your years of being friends, so for a moment that’s exactly what this feels like; that is until you notice the lust filled gaze and pink cheeks that are taking over your best friends futures.

“Can’t help it, not with you looking l-like that.” He says, gaging your reaction to his revelation.

“You’ve seen me in my bra and panties before, Steve.” You scoff as you roll your eyes.

“Uh uh, that was a sports bra and granny panties, that was also like freshman year so…b-but I uh, never seen you in anything like that.” He says while motioning to your body with a slight nod of his head.

“Oh, this old thing?” You smile sweetly before digging your top teeth into your bottom lip as you and Steve just stare at each other. You’re both not sure if one night of fun is worth ten years of friendship, but Steve knows that he’s never wanted anything or anyone more than he wants you in this very moment, nope scratch that, the way he’s wanted you for years.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He whispers, bringing his thumb up to run along the apple of your cheek, he smiles at you as if admiring your whole existence until he’s leaning in closer. His hand that was once rubbing your face moves to the nape of your neck and before you know it, he’s gently pulling you into a sweet kiss that quickly turns into a tangle of tongues and hands that roam over familiar yet unknown skin.

“I’ve wanted this…you for so long.” You whisper into his mouth once you’ve both come up for air.

“Then have me, baby.” He whispers back.

Your eyes flit back and forth between his before you’re removing your bra.

“Fuck.” Steve whispers under his breath at your beautiful, fully exposed skin. He can’t help but graze his thumbs over your peaked nipples, and he’s elated when it pulls a gasp from your lips.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, honey.”

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #then he fucks you from the back over the edge of the pool #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x y/n fluff

[lucabyte]

"So what's the weirdest possible first (second) impression Loop could make on the party in postcanon?" "Yeah, that, probably."

+ Bonus

theyre just standing there in direct party order while this happens. normal tuesday.

#its not even purely aggression or a powerplay or anything i think they just fucking panicked and had to shut them up somehow #anyway . fluff reunion? angst reunion? how about just weird as fuck reunion. KEEP EM GUESSIN #in stars and time #isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat fanart #in stars and time fanart #isat siffrin #isat loop #sifloop #hello again sifloop nation i bring you weird fucking takes once again #this sure is a different tone to the last thing i put in the tags huh? KEEP EM GUESSIN BABEYYYY #lucabyteart #in stars and time act 6 spoilers #anyway this is a truncated & amped up version of my headcanon reunion. which is to say loop sits on the edge of camp waiting to be noticed #& after what would be far more rambling than ive put here siffrin almost calls them that and loop stops them + makes it clear thats secret #but loop has had to travel some distance to get to them + has been stewing about it. knows they stopped existing for a while and came back #doesnt know why. blames it on siffrin. might not even have been them or a wish. but they jump to conclusions and have time to get mad #then like TWO SECONDS after they have this weird standoff reunion its RIGHT BACK to being buddy buddy and overly familiar with them. #just ultra confusing for the party. as confusing as humanly possible.

[ethereal-night-fairy]

To the Edge of Chaos

Pirate!Gaz x Female Reader (of mixed Arab decent)

After being accused of murder of a high ranking officer, Kyle flees the country with his friends and comrades in tow. They never look back on their lives as naval officers, instead they forge their future in new beginnings becoming the most renowned and feared crew across the seven seas.

It's only years later that fate intertwine his journey with someone who resembles home yet feels so foreign. Nostalgia threatens his way of life but is he willing to let go of her so soon? Especially when she's so desperate for help.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

(yes I know I have too many series I'm working on but I just couldn't help myself when I saw this picture of Elliot. I just had to come up with something. This is loosely based of the story of Sinbad.)

Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

#To the Edge of Chaos #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick smut #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x you #kyle gaz smut #kyle gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #cod x reader #call of duty #x reader #gaz smut #gaz angst #gaz fluff #pirate!au #pirate!Gaz #sinbad!au

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Masterlist (Cillianmesoftlyyy)

Last updated: 3/16/24

As requested, here yah go my lovelies! Series are indented separately to keep them together. One-shot stories are listed in numbered format. Requested fics have a "⭐️"

Neil Lewis:

The Gumshoe is a Girl's Best Friend (fluff)

Horror Movies (smut) Horror Movies Pt 1 Horror Movies Pt2

As You Wish (smut) As You Wish Pt 1 As You Wish Pt 2 ⭐️

Tommy Shelby:

In Love, in War (smut): In Love, in War Pt 1 In Love, in War Pt 2 In Love, in War Pt 3 In Love, in War Pt 4 In Love, in War Pt 5

At the Cabaret (smut): At the Cabaret Pt 1 At the Cabaret Pt 2 At the Cabaret Pt 3 At the Cabaret Pt 4 At the Cabaret Pt 5

Cillian Murphy:

Under the Weather (fluff)

Method Acting (smut)

So New (fluff)

Like a Good Neighbor... (smut)

Cut the Shit-delusion, Sweetheart (fluff)

Nerves (smut) ⭐️

Dr. Jonathan Crane:

The Experiment (smut + my first work) The Experiment Pt 1 The Experiment Pt 2 The Experiment Pt 3

I Can Fix That... (smut) I Can Fix That Pt 1 I Can Fix That Pt 2 I Can Fix That Pt 3

Jonathan Breech:

The Ward (smut) The Ward Pt 1 The Ward Pt 2 The Ward Pt 3

Tom (The Party 2017):

Sweet Revenge (smut)

Agent Lenny Miller (Anna 2019):

How About It, Agent Miller? (smut)

#cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #fanfiction #cillian x reader #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders #cillian fluff #cillian fanfic #cillian x y/n #smut #neil lewis #watching the detectives #jackson rippner #on the edge 2001 #hot scarecrow #dr crane #johnathan crane #tommy shelby #peaky blinder fanfic

[an-established-butt-dent]

'Dreamers' A quiet evening

Solas x Lavellan, available as print here.

Mixed media on paper

#the fear I felt while drawing Solas' eyelashes with a permanent fineliner #sweating #Like I still want to start drawing digital once upon a future #but perhaps I am addicted to the adrenalin of trying to NOT fuck up a drawing without a ctrl Z? #Like #I am living on the edge here #living the dangerous life #there are no mistakes just happy accidents #This Solavellan piece is just some cosy fluff for all those suffering in Solavellan hell #hope it keeps you warm #:) #solavellan #drawing #my art #solas #dragon age inquisition #my fanart #dai #solasmance #da: inquisition #solas x female lavellan #solas x oc #solas x inquisitor #solavellan fluff #available as print #daze chroma #dazechroma #Solavellan fanart #dragon age #dragon age fanart

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[kmg] morning at the edge of time

pairing: mingyu (svt) x reader genre: friends to lovers + hinted fwb + angst + mainly just a mess of a flash fic wc: 2.2.k warnings: perhaps a little swearing but other than that none!

when you wake up that morning, you say some lame joke. he laughs, and a siren goes off in the distance. you listen to that over him. 

it doesn’t take long to pack his things up. in fact, it takes so much less time than you had both planned. you still have an hour before you have to be at the station. 

he zips up the final piece of luggage, an old brown duffel bag that’s filled to the brim. the one you have to tug by the front pocket to get it to close all the way. you fight back something bitter coming up in your throat. it’s one of the same bags he brought on his way here. you remember watching him leave then too.  

“so,” he says finally, standing up from the zipped duffle bag and shoving his hands in his pockets. a boyish little habit that makes you feel like you’re both still 20, finding your footing in this brand new and bright place, holding onto each other and begging the other not to miss home too much. when did you stop missing home? when did he start? “do we have a little time on that schedule of yours for coffee?”

he gestures to the legal pad behind you, a bright yellow paper with your scribbled schedule made in a stressed hurry the night before. a joke, you realize belatedly once you register the sound from between his lips as a laugh. you feel so suddenly exhausted with it hanging in the air. you shrug, “i guess.”

he grins. and you remember being 13 with him by your side. you ignore the shaky feeling in the corner of your eyes. 

–

the train ride is so long, you think an hour in. how many more? you almost ask before remembering how he’s asleep. you stare at him. there are lines across his forehead and around his eyes that weren’t there a couple years ago. last year you found a gray hair right behind his left ear. you look for that sitting here. 

he wakes up just as your finger finds it. 

he squints and yawns at the same time. not even registering your hand shoved in his hair, your face two breaths from him. “morning.” 

he jumps in his seat. your fingers lose the hair. 

“what are you doing?” he asks, voice muddled by the sleep. you know this voice. you used to wake up next to it every morning. there’s a lump in your throat suddenly that chokes down every other emotion you would rather be feeling. 

“i was looking for your gray hair.” 

he perks up. “do i still have it?” 

you want to smile at this. the way he embraces this old age, with open arms and a big bear hug. the way mingyu does with everything. fearless and expectant. like he’s been waiting for it, for you. there was a time when you were the one in his embrace. you want to smile at it, him. but you don’t. or maybe, it’s that you can’t. 

you nod. “i think it’s grown a bit actually.” 

he hums, absently, craning his neck to see something you don’t care to see. “i’m gonna use the bathroom. meet in the dining car?” 

you nod, he leaves, and for the first time since stepping on this train you can fucking breathe. 

—

“doesn’t it feel like the train ride gets longer each time you go back?” he asks. 

you squint at him, picking at a potato before shoving it in your mouth. “not really.”

he shakes his head. “that’s cause you never go.”

and you know he doesn’t mean it with malice, but it’s a stab either way. you scoff. home is many things. it’s where you were born. where your parents live. where you met mingyu. home is many things. but it’s mainly just a tiny town full of memories and people you’d rather forget. 

“i’m sorry,” he offers half-heartedly, noticing your silence a second too late. 

you try your best to shake it off. you don’t want to ruin this day. 

instead you say, “we should get dessert.”

he smiles, big and wide. all teeth showcased right in front of you. somehow, it breaks your heart.

—

“my parents sent me this a while back.” mingyu says, showing you the screen of his phone. 

it’s a picture of when you both were young. 10 or maybe 8 years old. sitting together at the beach, covered in sand and smiling. “i remember that day.” you mutter to him, taking the phone from his hand and staring at the photo. “you made a sand castle, and let me stomp on it.”

“gosh,” mingyu starts with a fake sigh, “you’ve always been an asshole huh?”

you roll your eyes, pushing his phone back towards him. “it was a shit castle anyways.”

—

you and mingyu’s family have been friends since his family moved to town. you must’ve been 4 the first time you met him. you don’t really remember that evening. but you do remember riding your first amusement park ride with him. 

“i know mom,” mingyu says into his phone. you watch the end of his call. he picks at the collar of his shirt. you recognize it as the one his dad gave him for his birthday last year. you wonder if he did that on purpose. he hangs up the phone and gives you a look. 

“hey,” he quips, snapping his fingers in your face, “where are you?”

he knows you so well. “was just thinking.”

“about?” 

you push your chin out a bit, glancing at the scenery running past the window beside you. “i can’t believe it’s been 2 years since i moved from home and joined you in the city.”

“it’s been 6 years for me.”

“i know.” you say, understanding the gravity. the city has this way of pushing you in. like a trap you step into knowingly. “when you moved here for school, i…”

your eyes move back to his face. he tilts his head, waiting for you. “you what?”

you inhale, reaching for the napkin in your lap and folding the corners in. “i don’t know, i just never imagined that i’d also move.

he scrunches his entire face. “be honest, did you miss me so much that you moved just to be closer to me?”

you take the napkin in your lap and throw it in his face. he catches it snickering. “but seriously,” you start, exhaling and watching him fold the napkin back up and place it on the table, “i don’t know if i would’ve moved if you hadn’t done it before me.”

“and now look at you,” his lips curl upwards, “you love the city.”

you match the motion. “i love the city.” more than you ever thought you would.

“how long do you think you’ll stay there?”

he asks it casually, but the question makes your heart stop. it makes this bile that’s been sitting in your gut ever since mingyu told you for the first time that he was thinking about moving back home rise up again and burn the back of your throat. 

you cough. ��forever hopefully.”

he gives you this look. this raised brow and side eye look that says you don’t mean that. that mocks you and means to tell you: you have no idea what you’re talking about. eventually, you’ll do what you’ve done our entire lives and follow me back home too. 

“i mean it.” you say steadily. he doesn’t flinch. neither do you. 

“home is different now, you know–”

you scoff. how many times can you and him have the same conversation.”

“–minghao doesn’t even really come into town that much anymore and–”

“stop it, mingyu.”

he bites the inside of his cheek. “why won’t you even try?”

—

you don’t like to think about minghao. the three years you spent loving someone who just up and left. you don’t like to think about him because there’s a part of you that isn’t sure if you ever really got over him.

—

“it’s just time.” mingyu says, voice soft and quiet. “i think it’s just time for me to go back home.”

the train rattles a bit. you stop your shoulders from shaking. “why?”

he just shakes his head and sighs. “it just feels right.”

the words are like a splinter, wedging itself into the pad of your index finger. 

“i’m sorry.” he tells you. 

you go to the bathroom and pretend not to hear it.

—

you stare at your face in the mirror. you never liked the long train rides; there’s a grayness evident in your face. and it makes you think about mingyu’s gray hair that’s grown longer. it makes you think about the first time found it. 

shortly, after you had moved to the city, you and mingyu’s friendship had taken a different form. nights spent laughing turned to something deeper, something blurry and messy. a kiss, a confession, a night spent together. you’ve always loved mingyu. he had been your best friend for so many years. and so it just felt so natural that your friendship would take such a shape. it didn’t feel awkward or hard or forced. it just felt like you loved him and it felt comfortable and honestly, just a tiny bit, it–

it felt like home. 

—

the first thing he says when you retake your seat across from him is: “do you think you’ll ever forgive me for moving back?”

you rest your elbows on the table, hold up your chin with your hands, and stare at him. his eyes look so brown. inhaling, you say, “eventually.” 

he chuckles lightly. “we had some good times together in the city.”

you smile, and it feels like a breath of fresh air. “we really did.”

“and our friendship has nothing to do with distance.”

“i know.” you shrug slightly. “i’m just going to miss doing life with you by my side.”

he frowns, ever so slightly. “you know i’ll always lov-”

the train screeches, masking his voice, his confession with a sound so unpleasant and yet somehow better. you know what he has to say. you don’t want to hear it.

you stare at your finger, where his words pierced your skin. you don’t see the small stick of wood anymore. it’s been sucked in. bitterly, you think, there will always be a piece of you inside me.

—

the train stops in your town eventually. you both grab his bags and head out onto the platform. 

you sit on a bench just outside waiting for his parents to pick you guys up. it’s colder up here than it is in the city. it nips and bites at the bits of your skin that’s exposed. mingyu pulls out a scarf from one of his bags and wraps it around your shoulders. 

you recognize the color of it and the pattern. you gave this scarf to him 8 years ago. you can’t believe he still has it. you can’t believe he lugged it with him to the city. you can’t believe he lugged it back. 

you look at him, really look at him, and realize how terrified you are. you’ve spent so much of your life with mingyu. you don’t want to remember what life looks like without him. 

“you’re my best friend in the whole world.” you tell him, placing a hand over his. 

the wind picks up, picking and poking at your eyes. you feel a tear fall down your cheek. 

you know he’s sad to say goodbye to you and to the city, but you also know that more than that, he’s happy. excited to be back home and closer to his friends and family. you can see it in his eyes. you can see it in his gray hair sticking up with the wind. 

“i’m just not ready to come back yet otherwise i would.”

he looks at you, like he really pities you. you hate it. “you did come back with me.”

you shake your head. “otherwise, i would stay.” 

he pulls you into a hug. you relish in the warmth. you’ve been in this position many times before. but never like this. you aren’t in college anymore. you know you’ll never be this close to him again. and maybe that’s what makes this all so painful. maybe that’s why when you pull away from the hug you catch a glint of something sharp in his hand. you look down at your torso and see your entire body carved open, with his hands digging inside, searching for the words you stole from him. maybe it wasn’t a splinter. maybe it wasn’t an accident. but why won’t he let you have that at least? why does he have to leave and take every trace of him with him?

a car pulls up. mingyu’s father. you recognize the paint job on it. you both stand. he faces you facing him.

“are you happy?” you ask him. 

he smiles, wrinkles appearing all over his face. “i can’t wait. 

you help him and his father pack everything into the car. you say hi to his mother. she asks you to stay for dinner; you tell her how you have to get back to the city. 

you say your final goodbye to mingyu. and watch his dad’s car pull away. you don’t know when you’ll see him next. and it’s only once the car is entirely out of view, do you realize you’re still wearing the scarf you gifted him. you take one last inhale of your hometown and board the train back

#mingyu fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #mingyu x reader #mingyu angst #seventeen angst #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt fanfic #svt smut #seventeen imagines #mingyu imagines #mine #morning at the edge of time #ohoh return of the flash fic !

[lunarwritesthings]

☆— The Unfortunate Move —☆

Paring: Edge x Gn!Reader

Fandom: Wwe

Request: No

Summary: When a move in the match goes wrong, but no one realizes until you haven't moved since being pinned. What happens when your tag team partner and friend realizes and drops everything for you?

A/N: This doesn't exactly take place in a certain year, besides being after Edge got his neck injury.....I also may have left the ending open incase people want a second part. 👀

Life can change all too quickly, one minute you can be in the match of your career the next minute you can be unmoving on the matt. Then next thing you know your waking up in the hospital with a broken neck. However let's start for the beginning.

The title at stake, the crowd at their feet, and the moment to take home the crown. The sign you've made it to the top. It's one of the most important matches in a wrestler's career.

The match was going well, I had the upper hand and I was so close to winning. My tag team partner and good friend Edge was standing ringside, watching in a mix of awe and excitement. He had been helping keep control, by cheating a little...hey we're heels! Cheating is one of many ways we win.

Out of nowhere it all went wrong and the match was falling apart. After a mis-step by my unlucky opponent, I was thrown off balance and landed awkwardly on my neck. A collective gasp could be heard from the fans at the sight of my landing.

The world looked fuzzy to me, I was trying to process what happened. Once I started to piece together what happened, I started to freak out. I couldn't move, my body felt like it was made out of bricks.

It's hard to focus on the sounds around me, however i could faintly made out someone's theme music then Edge talking but I couldn't understand what he was saying.

The fan watched in horror as they realized something wasn't right. I failed to move from where I had been pinned. I was going in and out of consciousness. The silence from the fans finally got to Edge. He looked around until his eyes landed on me. The mic he was holding was thrown to the side.

After a few seconds, my vision cleared up a little bit. I could now make out a face of someone a few inche away from mine. At first, I thought it was just an illusion. But then I looked at Edge.

He had a confused and concerned look on his face. His eyes were wide open, and his eyebrows were raised slightly. “Are you alright?” His voice was gentle yet full of concern. As the adrenaline faden from my body the real pain from my neck finally hit.

It was becoming more difficult to think straight, and my vision was becoming blurry. My breathing was becoming more shallow, and it felt like I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

I could tell that Edge was looking at me with genuine concern, and my head started to feel like it was spinning. The pain from my injury was almost too much to handle. Before I knew it my vision had gone black.

As I slowly come to, realizing that I'm in a hospital bed. my vision is still blurry, but I can see Edge sitting beside me, a small smile on his face. He looks relieved to see that I've woken up.

"Thank god you're awake," Edge says softly. I tried to speak, but my throat is still extremely sore and dry from my injury, making it difficult to talk. Edge leans in closer, his voice full of concern, "How are you feeling?"

I try to sit up, but Edge gently pushes me back down. "Take it easy," he says. "You've been through a lot." I notice that he's still smiling, but I can tell there's more he wants to say.

"I need to explain what happened," Edge continues. He looks over at me, his eyes filled with concern once more. This couldn't be good. Edge takes a deep breath and looks back at you, his eyes still full of concern.

"Your injury is similar to the one I got." he says. I remember that incidents, and the matches that sent Edge into the hospital after suffering a broken neck.

"It's a serious injury, and it needs to be treated carefully," Edge continues. "I need to make sure you're ok. I'm not leaving your side until I absolutely have too." I was heartbroken. Just as I was about to reach the top, my career is over. My dream was shattered.

Edge stares at me, his eyes full of understanding and sympathy. "I know this is hard, but it's important that we take good care of this injury. We can't rush this process. There will be ups and downs, but we'll get through this together."

Edge offers a comforting smile, and I find myself smiling back. The atmosphere is becoming lighter and more optimistic.

Me and Edge continue to have a discussion about my injury and how to properly manage it. Edge encourages me to rest and take it easy, and I nod in agreement. As I'm talking, Edge's face softens and he smiles gently.

"We'll get through this," Edge reassures me. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." I smile back, feeling more and more reassured by Edge's presence.

Maybe my future hold a return to the ring, but for now I'll focus on healing and having Edge by my side to help.

#wwe imagine #edge wwe x reader #edge wwe #wwe fic #fluff #wwe x reader #edge wwe fluff #edge x reader #adam copeland

[omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts]

Can I have Edge x Fem reader x Randy Orton with the prompts “I feel safe with you" + “I want you to be my first” with some soft smut?

Hell yes!

This is gonna be fun!

#wwe imagines #wwe fluff #wwe smut #Edge x Fem Reader x Randy Orton #Edge imagines #Edge smut #Edge Fluff #Randy Orton imagines #Randy Orton fluff #Randy Orton smut

[starandcloud]

Cuddling you

Dagur x reader Fluff

TW: Not really a trigger warning but this just how my disability affects me, not everyone has the same experiences

How To Train Your Dragon Mainlist

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The ship swayed slightly as you sat in bed and read. Today had been Hel on your knees if it wasn’t for Heartwreck, your dragon, you may not have made it back. The crew had made you warm tea and every few hours they brought you a warmed blanket, you were so lucky to have them; you never once took them for granted.

“Sweetheart..?”

A voice broke you from your train of thought, you smiled softly at the familiar face.

“Are you, alright? The crew told me that your kne-”

Dagur was cut off by Heartwreck’s growl as he stepped closer to you. The defensive growl made Dagur back up, the dragon next to you had her teeth bared and ready to attack. Your hand gently rested on her head, soothing her. The great dragon quieted down, her scaly body flumped against the floor, signaling that she was at rest. Dagur took a tentative step forward and slowly sat on the bed. The mattress sank under his weight and you could feel his hand slowly rubbing your legs through the blanket.

“Are you alright..?”

He asked again, his voice soft as his eyes flooded with worry, watched you.

“I’m alright,” you reassured, “just a bad leg day.”

You promised as you carefully took his hand. Little white scars covered his hands and you made sure to carefully swipe your thumb over each one.

“Are you alright?”

You asked, your eyes soft and kind as you watched him slowly relax.

“Yeah I just… was so worried. All anyone told me was that your legs gave out during a training thing and that you were in here and… fuck…”

He cursed, slowly growing closer to your lips. You felt his breath dance over your face when he cursed. His lips met yours in such a gentle way you almost would’ve thought you were dreaming if it wasn’t for the fact you felt his hand gently take yours and his fingers with your smaller ones. The kiss was soft and sweet, his other hand traveled up your body and gently held your face. His eyes poured into yours, they held such love and affection it made his stomach hurt with how much love he had for you.

“Do you want to lay with me..?”

You asked as you softly squeezed his hand.

“Of course but… won’t that hurt you..?” Dagur asked, worry etched into his features as you gently laughed.

“Not if we’re careful.”

You said, and thus started the game of comfortability. Dagur was so worried he’d hurt you that you had to bully him into anything. Eventually you ended up laying on your back with Dagur between your legs, his face buried in your stomach as you ran your fingers through his sunset hair. And that’s how you two stayed, even when day turned to dusk, you stay in each other's arms. Happily wasting the day away

#dagur the deranged #httyd dagur #race to the edge #httyd rtte #rtte #rtte dagur #httyd fandom #httyd #Dagur x reader #dagur httyd #Dagur fluff #disabled reader

[unbearablebow]

Told you | Jonathan Breech x reader

Summary: Your best friend, Jonathan, refuses to put on the heating despite it being fucking freezing. Warnings: the fact I haven’t rewatched this movie so he's probably out of character. Joking about mental health and intentional misuse of psychopath/insane. Mentions of sex. (No use of y/n or any gendered terms) Word count 1.8k

"I think I'm dying," I murmured, duvet covering all but my face "Genuinely, how do you live like this?"

I was maybe being slightly overdramatic but to be fair- Jonathan Breech's apartment was fucking freezing. I could actually see my breath in the air- like genuinely see it like I was outside and not in a supposedly warm apartment. I shuddered and grumbled in annoyance, pulling the duvet tighter around myself. Jonathan stared down at me, arms crossed in his large knitted sweater "It's not that bad," he argued, an annoyingly sweet smirk on his lips as he took in my cocooned figure "Look, sweetheart, I'd love to turn the heating on-really I would but I'm not exactly rolling in it right now.”

He was annoyingly relaxed about this, his usual complaints and arguments that fill up conversations seemed to have disappeared as he smirked down at me- an air of arrogance and humour at the situation, or at least in my suffering as I pulled his duvet impossibly tighter around myself and let out another overdramatic shudder.

"Cant you get your brother to help you out?" I suggested meekly.

"You have a house of your own."

"An accommodation," I corrected icily "Filled with psychopaths."

Jonathan smirked at this, pushing my legs off the sofa surprisingly gently and sitting down next to me "How'd you know I'm not the psychopath? You know I went to a mental institution right?"

I wiggled up, resting my duvet-covered shoulder against his and looking at him "That's different," I argued, watching as he stared intently back at me, that same focused blue-eyed gaze he always has, joking about something bad that happened to him as if it doesn’t hurt. I stiffened as I quickly as I add “And even if you were, you're my best mate."

"Gooey."

"Fucking what?"

"Gooey," he repeated, chuckling as he wrapped an arm around me, grinning stupidly. "Come on, don't hog the duvet, I'll warm you up," Reluctantly I opened the duvet, letting him slide in next to me, his knitted sweater (one of many) tickled against my arm and I groaned in annoyance "What's that about?"

"You're tickling me," I whined as his surprisingly warm hands gripped around my waist and pulled me closer, tucking my head onto his shoulder "Are you like, secretly a lizard or something? how are you so warm?" I mumble into his shoulder, feeling myself warm up already.

"How are you so cold more like," He teased, absentmindedly stroking my waist under the duvet "You know we could go to the pub or something right? You don't have to stay in my apartment all day being cold."

I relaxed slightly against him, cheek brushed up against his jumper as my nose was filled with the familiar Jonathan scent I'd grown to appreciate throughout our friendship "I don't want to drink today."

"Fine, you could watch me drink," He chuckled, hand moving to my shoulder and stroking through my tee "I don't get how you can complain about being cold when you turn up here in a t-shirt."

Our closeness was starting to make my brain buzz, his firm fingers repeatedly stroking and caressing my skin in a way that was so... totally Jonathan, kind and caring and definitely intended as a platonic gesture. An almost tender break from his usual jokey, carefree nature. "It's not my fault I assumed you actually turned on the heating in this stupid flat."

"You could try not complaining and come out with me and actually do something today instead.” He pointed out, fingers still dancing along my arm under the duvet as he furrowed his brows in mock annoyance "I know a great place in town where it can be just you and me and a couple of beers-"

"I’m not doing drugs with you," I reminded him, eyes narrowing as he smirked down at me "Besides I don't want to go anywhere I just wanna stay here."

There's a distinct confusion in his eyes, a kind of blank expression of bewilderment "Why on earth do you just wanna stay in?" There he is, the guy who can't fathom why anyone would want a quiet night in when they can distract their brains for the entire night in a club or a pub- or whatever places he wanders off to in the night.

"Sorry for wanting to spend the evening chilling with my best mate?" I stared back at him, nudging him under the duvet, my chest now nestled neatly against his "Besides, you're warming me up." I add, trying to match his playful attitude.

His blank expression was replaced quickly with a smug one, tugging me closer "Oh yeah? Your own human hot water bottle, right?"

"Exactly." I grinned in agreement, letting my own arms wrap around his waist as I closed my eyes, enjoying his body heat. One hand stroked my shoulder, the other reaching out of the duvet to stroke hair out of my face.

A comfortable silence fell between the both of us as he continued to stroke my shoulder and arm, seemingly happy with his new role as a human hot water bottle. When I met Jonathan originally, the charismatic guy who kept ‘borrowing’ pens in lectures I wouldn’t have expected him to be so… gentle, sometimes. But to my surprise, this gentleness happened a lot. His more vulnerable side poking out whenever I needed it, like right now, humming as he held me.

A gentle kiss against my forehead, another soft squeeze, the thought popped into my head before I had time to think it through “Jon?”

“Yeah?”

What was I thinking? No, no absolutely not. Not happening. I quickly mumbled “Nothing, sorry.”

A laugh, a stroke, another kiss on the forehead “What is it? Cat got your tongue or something? Not more complaining, is it?”

Apparently, the cold had gotten to my head, making me equally as insane as he often claimed to be as I let my hand trail down his waist and onto his hip, letting my thumb brush under his jumper and stroke his warm skin. The gesture wasn't supposed to be necessarily sexual or anything but I could tell from the way he lifted his hips up and back down, repositioning himself closer he’s heard me loud and clear. His hand on my shoulder trails down to my own hips, squeezing.

“Jon…?”

“Is this okay?” He says softly, fingers grazing under my top, my body was warm now- the mixture of his body heat and the duvet heating me up.

“Uhm- yeah. Yeah this is okay.” I mumbled.

There was an odd silence, not uncomfortable but enough to make my heartbeat speed up as his fingers played with the skin of my stomach, a focused look in his eyes as we sat together. My brain buzzed and sped into overdrive, did I want more? Was this enough? Was it too much even? Jonathan was very open about his share of hookups. And sure… that could be nice. But at the same time, the idea of being with him in that way and then not having anything else made me feel sick, I stiffened slightly.

His touch stopped immediately as he felt me tense. “What's wrong?”

“Sorry, I don't know if I’m like… into this,” I said awkwardly, watching as he gently let go of my hips and retreated back a little from me “Sorry,” I repeated, a little disappointed in losing the warmth of his touch.

“Sorry? It's okay,” he chuckled “It's no big deal.”

But it was. It was a fucking humongous big deal and he didn't seem to get that. Smiling like he always does as if nothing matters, gently patting my arm in a now clearly platonic way. Platonic platonic platonic platonic “I just don’t like hookups.” I clarified quickly, trying to make myself feel less awkward.

Another chuckle, his lips curling into a smirk as he blew air between his lips and squeezed me jokingly “Who said we were gonna hookup? You need to learn to relax.”

“Jesus Jonathan, you were fucking caressing my stomach what else am I supposed to think?” I said, annoyance slipping through as I stared at him, hurt and confused at my own reluctance.

His hand moved again, up to cup my face as he began to slowly stroke my cheek, something he usually did after we had a disagreement. “Look at me.”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” He laughed.

“Being so kind and gentle and annoying.”

He grinned, stroking my cheek with his thumb again “Alright I’ll be mean then, how’s that sound?”

“Stop teasing me, ” I mumbled, trying not to react to the continuous circles he was making on my cheek despite the fact I could feel my face getting warmer. “Stop staring at me like that too, I hate how intense your eyes are.” It's true, his blue gaze somehow made this situation at least ten times worse. They had a habit of making me unable to focus.

“Do you wanna go drinking then?” He smiled softly, changing the subject with ease “You know I can't stand being cooped up in here.”

There it is, back to normal. Jonathan's usual deflection sinking in as his eyes brighten and I find myself staring at his stupid sideburns “Hey” I mumbled, gulping.

“Hey?” He repeated back to me, laughing still.

“If I hadn’t stopped you, would you?” I blurted out, he could probably feel me shake slightly against him, still so close under the duvet. To my surprise, he stopped laughing and smiled.

He stopped his comforting strokes too and looked seriously at me “Course.” His voice was soft and gentle, coming out so quietly I barely heard him.

Course? “Course?” I repeated back to him, confusion clear in my voice as my eyes scanned him, searching for meaning in his words, I mean sure I'd known he was into it- but it was his attitude that confused me, acting as if it was obvious how he felt. As if I know something I really had no clue about.

“I’m mad about you, you know that.”

My breathing stops momentarily as I let out a shaky laugh “No you’re not.” My confused gaze meets his confident one, eyebrow raised as he looks down at me “You-“

He pulled a face, lips curled up in a way I would usually describe as mocking but at this moment felt teasing “Was my constant flirting and petting you not obvious?”

“But you do that with everyone,” I argued, staring back at him in bewilderment “You don't like me.”

He gave me a look of mock outrage as he grinned at me “No I dont, and I’m pretty sure I do, actually," He said firmly, stroking my cheek again "Pretty sure I'm quite mad about you.”

“But I- wait seriously?”

He chuckled and suddenly soft lips met my own, instinctively I found myself melting at his touch, kissing him back as he smiled against my lips, hand drifting from my cheek to the back of my neck to hold my head as he kissed me. After a while, he pulled away, a stupid boyish grin on his lips,

“Told you.”

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[dragonnnfly]

Love how as Hiccup grew up, getting into flying related accidents or near-accidents was no longer “AAAA NOO OH NOOO!” It was just “not again…”

Like imagine him almost getting into the worst of accidents while flying with Stoick and just going “not again” and barely scraping by only to have Stoick all up in his face “what did you mean not again?! This has happened to you before?!”

Go on to have Hiccup try to explain why he should be allowed to ever fly again

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[evilwriter37]

💕 Vigcup

“Viggo, not there!” Hiccup cried.

“Why not?” Viggo asked, pulling his lips away and lifting himself up off of Hiccup.

Hiccup was blushing furiously, from both Viggo’s attention and what he was about to admit to.

“I-it tickles.” 

Viggo laughed, and went in for Hiccup’s neck again. He was kissing just below his ear, and yes, that very much did tickle. Hiccup squirmed, laughing, pressing at Viggo’s chest. As much as he wanted him to stop, he also didn’t. He was enjoying this playful moment with the usually very serious man. 

“Are you ticklish anywhere else?” Viggo wondered aloud. His hands crept towards Hiccup’s belly and hips under his tunic.

That did it. Hiccup was laughing and squirming some more. 

“Okay, okay! Stop!” His diaphragm was starting to hurt from all the laughter.

Viggo listened, pulled himself up onto his knees on the bed. He was looking at Hiccup, all flushed and hair a mess. Hiccup tilted his head back against the pillows, hand over his stomach.

“Now you know my true weakness,” Hiccup bemoaned dramatically. 

There was an amused twinkle in Viggo’s eyes. “I suppose I do.” 

Once Hiccup had caught his breath, Viggo was leaning over him again. His mouth found a much less ticklish spot: his lips, and Hiccup was able to sigh and relax into him.

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