#goddamn these two soffs

[blackwinged-silversolace]

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

||Sephiroth Answers || Soft Sentence Starters || Status- No longer accepting ||

The silver General had spent days within the dark basements of ShinRa's secretive medical wing. How many, he wouldnt know, he knew only the vague extent of lost time by the fragments of flitting consciousness and lack thereof between the hellish interruptions. Where the vivid terrors of his sedated mind were broken upon the sparce instances his eyes blinked open. And in those rare awakenings, a white clad serpant served as his only assurance that death was not what was shredding his physical body, and the veins within apart, making him upheave the nothing in his stomache. It was the voice of that wretched Hojo. His hoarse unfeeling words telling him not to panic while his eyes burn under bright overhead lamps... and the poisonous intruder in his veins broke him down from the iside. Then it was back to the fleeting blackness that tore wide to the horrors of his trecherous mind.

It was a bad reaction to an injection, so they would say, how they often did : 'a slight overdose of Mako', or this was what the official medical report would state on his personal file. Where it had been so strategically fastened to the end of his stiffly padded observation table, available for any curious visitors to read.

If he were ever allowed any.

But Sephiroth's drug induced nightmares spoke of something far more fowl, a black fluid, corrosive, polutted... ancient.

It showed him only death, fire and smoke, a planet bled of life, the blood that slipped off of his weapon, the horrid screams as he ended innocents in a time nor place that he recognized. The nightmares only worsened as the drugs began to wear off, causing him to bare his teeth and tremble where he lay.

But somewhere else, distant, but persistant there was a warmth, it slipped around his hand and held on, and slowly the twisted visions scattered to the the black, and from the touch a comfort spread a calmness through the Silver Elite's body, as if it anchored him slowly back into the waking reality. It was an unfamiliar sensation, to be held onto so tenderly, and the thumb against his skin stroked so soft it was as if the one behind it was afraid it may crumble, or vanish altogether. Either way... it was welcomed, needed, and Sephiroth lets out a soft contented groan as he slowly came to, and there he caught the subtlest scent of cider in the air, and as he pried open his impossibly heavy lids, his dry lips twitched into a smile.

His crimson companion had clearly, not only broken into his onservation room, but stolen Hojo's desk chair and sat beside his bed, blue eyes fixed in a sort of concerned scowl upon the hand he held in his.

"What's that, what you're doing with your face?" Sephiroth joked roughly, startling Genesis, whose hand promptly shot away from his and hid down somewhere atop his lap.

The smile waned for a moment, the skin of his hand feeling unnaturally chill in the dry sterile air that surrounded them.

However Sephiroth lifted from the pillow, endeared by the obvious flustered irritation on his friend's face. Sephiroth stifles his laughter as it dries his throat and turns to a short cough. "Careful...I might think you were worried for me."

"Yeah ..." Genesis mutters with overdone annoyance, but his eyes softened as they shied from the other to look on his fidgeting hands, then back up into the silver one's dull mako gleam. "Wouldn't want that."

Sephiroth's eyes shut again, the harsh light brought a pounding to his temples, but the smile he wears still turns smug, "No. You wouldn't." and as he rest his head back down onto the pillow, only to manage snatching the hand Genesis had held his own in before, and pulled it against his chest. "But I might." Sephiroth hums through another chuckle, hearing the confusion shake in his companion's breath. "You're warm. Stay a bit longer.... please."

"...I-... heh... Sure thing."

#;w; #aaaaaaaaa!!!! #goddamn these two soffs #sephiroth answers #asks #verse: pre cc #thank you for the ask! #always ready to make more fluff between the birbs #unforestalledreturn

[lihikainanea]

leiiiiiii, can you please write something where bill and tiger's travelling on new years eve but their flight gets cancelled due to the snow and theyve been there for around 8 hours now and theyre still there when the countdown happens but theyre like "youre here with me, we got irish coffee and thats all that matters"

I am so soff for this. In general, airports just get me feeling all kinds of emotional--nostalgic, wanton, you name it. I've always been that way, even before my job had me traveling the globe.

So like, New Year's Eve right? I've always hated NYE because I've always spent it alone and it just seemed depressing. I slept through it this year. But in any case, our two favourite idiots are scheduled to fly out early in the afternoon--somewhere tropical, somewhere warm. Tiger booked two weeks off work, Bill isn't working until at least February, so the plan is to piss off to somewhere warm and ring in the new year under the moonlight on an isolated beach.

But Mother Nature is a beach all on her own and she has different plans. And they get stuck at the airport--except it's one of those really annoying delays, where first the flight is only delayed one hour. Thennnnn right as they're supposed to board, it's announced that it's delayed again--by two hours. And then another hour. They blink and it's already been like, 8 hours and had they known, Bill would have just cancelled the flight and rebooked for the next day. But 8 hours in, and somehow the flight is STILL supposed to leave at some point that day--just nobody knows when.

And tiger is having a bit of a meltdown, because she always gets a little small when she travels with her Big Dude but now she's also surrounded by people who are hella annoyed, people who are angry, all kinds of bad energy and the whole unknown of when their flight will leave, if the resort will keep their reservation, just...everything.

"Nuh uh," Bill interrupts when he sees her start to bite the nail on her thumb, "It's for me to worry about, kid. And do I look worried?"

She looks at him, small as hell, but she doesn't answer.

"Tiger," he says harshly. It's what she needs.

"No," she mumbles quietly.

"So there's nothing to worry about," he tells her, "We'll get there when we get there, and our vacation will start then."

He makes sure she's warm, because airports are always freezing. He gets her food, and gives her a stern look when she shakes her head. He gets her wine. And eventually, as the clock ticks on, they're nearing midnight--exhausted, pretty annoyed, but Bill's main concern is just making sure tiger is okay and not absorbing any of the frantic negativity running rampant around her.

"Come kid," he says gently. He'd tell her to wait there but he'd rather she be glued to his side. He brings her to the duty free, and he buys a pretty goddamn expensive bottle of champagne. Tiger doesn't say anything, just keeps a tight grip on his hand.

Then he walks them to a nearby bar in the terminal, slides the bartender a few bills and then a bucket of ice and two champagne flutes appear before them. Tiger goes to get settle on a barstool, but Bill loops his arm around her waist.

"This way m'lady," he says gallantly. He walks into the lounge--he's allowed in, but tiger marvels sometimes at just his sheer stature and his confidence. he has every right to be there, but nobody even asks him for his boarding pass or any proof. He just waltzes in, grabs a key from a wall, brings her down a hallway, scans his boarding pass, and then opens the door.

Tiger blinks in surprise when he flicks on the lights and she sees....a bathroom, complete with a shower.

"They have showers in airports?" she asks, dumbfounded.

"A godsend," he smirks, filling up the bucket of ice with cold water. "Nothing makes you feel more alive after 18 hours of travelling than a hot shower."

"What are you doing Billy?" she asks, and god with the tone of her voice, he can't help but bend, take her face in his hands, and kiss her real slowly.

"It's 10 minutes to midnight kid," he murmurs against her mouth, "And while we're not on the beach, I'll be damned if we don't make it special all the same."

He sticks the champagne bottle in the bucket of ice and cold water, props the flutes up on the sink, and sets his timer to 10 minutes. He picks her up, takes a seat on the one chair in the bathroom and puts her on his lap.

"Are you okay?" he asks genuinely, weaving a hand through her hair, "There's a lot going on."

"This helps," she says quietly, "This makes it better."

"Good," he smiles, and he taps his thumb against her lips. She turns her head initially, but after a soft tut from him she nips at it, then slides it into her mouth.

"My sweet girl," he praises.

Before long there's only a few minutes left to the countdown, and he gently sets her back on her feet. He pops the bottle of champagne, pours two full glasses, and hands her one.

"To us," he raises his glass.

"Us," she murmurs, "Always."

"Ten....nine..." he starts to countdown, and at the five second mark, he pulls her in for a deep, lingering kiss--one that lasts well beyond the stroke of midnight.

"Happy new year kid," he murmurs, clinking his glass to hers.

"Happy new year, bud."

#bill skarsgard #BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard drabble #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard fanfic #bill skarsgard fiction

[datorchoe]

SFW and NSFW headcanons for Vingalmo and Garan Marethi 👀

Bro, y’all need to stop asking me obscure characters cause I keep simping for them 😩

WARNING!! NSFW UNDERCUT!

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SFW

Vingalmo

- Vingalmo is quite the gentleman. He is the type of guy to kiss your hand and buy you flowers. Mans worships the ground you walk on at this point. Flaunts you everywhere he goes. 

- Speaking of, this man's love language is gifts. 100%. He’s the type of dude to smother you in gifts. He will also DIE if you get him a gift of some kind. One thing he has gotten is a matching set of bracelets for the two of you. 

- He isn’t a very affectionate person, but he will cuddle you if you ask. He would never initiate it though. No one can know he's soff!

- He definitely rants to you about Orthjolf. He talks so much trash about him, you almost think he’s fallen in love with him. You tease him occasionally about it. 

Garan Marethi 

- This poor bastard is so goddamn tired it's not even funny. He loves laying down and cuddling with you and having you run your fingers through his hair. It makes him feel better. 

- He also tends to talk about the past a lot. No matter how old you are or how many times you’ve heard his story, he’ll ramble about things he’s done for HOURS. 

- But, Garan is a very attentive lover. He can always tell when you’re upset or need something. Don’t even try to be sad in his presence cause he’ll notice and fix it immediately. 

- Garan also LOVES taking baths with you. It's one of his favorite things to do because you two can just be close and take care of one another. 

NSFW

Vingalmo

- Vingalmo is a very tall boi, and the curtains match the drapes. He's probably about 7 inches long, but he's somewhat slimmer than most. 

- I kind of see him as a sub for some reason. Like, he’s on the bottom, but he's always complimenting you and telling you how good you feel. 

- I can see him as the type to steal your underwear and use them to get off later. The freak. 

- He also definitely gets pegged and no one can tell me otherwise. He keeps up this cocky attitude in public but he's a total sub when it comes to you. 

Garan Marethi

- I don’t think he’d be quite as big as Vingalmo, but maybe about 5.5 inches long. He is way thicker than Vingalmo though. 

- Definitely a dom. He doesn’t like being out of control. However, he does love himself a good battle for dominance. 

- Garan is also really into choking. He loves watching you almost pass out from pleasure and lack of oxygen. But don’t worry he’s an expert at this, he knows when to stop. 

- He’s lowkey and anal guy. He doesn’t really know why he likes it better, he just does. Dat ass just hit different. 

#dorc writes #skyrim #vingalmo #garan marethi

[moralhymn]

irishais replied to your post: “it’s almost…. 3am…. and i wanna write ardyn being soff……. but he got...”:

HOLDS UP LUNA IN OFFERING FOR SOFTNESS -ofsylleblossom

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Ignis ?>??

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THATS A LIE IS HADASSAH JUST CHOPPED LIVER?

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EYES EMOJI???

i honestly have no real memory of posting this because i was tired af and tried to stay up for things but -- but--

y’all ready to let me write ardyn being soft for once.

sometimes! he just! needs to be soft! i love him but goddamn his bitter ass can be exhausting and i just need a day or two of him being quiet and gentle to recharge.

#irishais #pikacheeka #referentblood #sxrtis

[letmeletmetrashyourlove]

Can Joe stop looking like a soff boi™ for two goddamn minutes so I can catch my breath?????

#lidi talks #t #joe mazzello

[lihikainanea]

i would also like to sleep till 2023, but because i can’t, i’m thinking about our favorite idiots new years kiss. tiger is huffing saying it’s dumb, mainly cause all the men before bill were not good kissers and NYE meant it was a sloppy drunk one, but our good dude? he agrees but he’s also a sap for his hellion, and they decide eh might as well fuck since the world is locked down again. but when he hears the new years cheers and fireworks, that when he lets her come and then he plants a kiss. “happy new years” with a dork smile while laughing and she wants to be fussy, but she’s jello and he looks too cute.

Oh sweet nani, this is such a beautiful soff thought.

And even if they're in a big group of friends or with family, somehow Bill always manages to find a way for them to disappear in the minutes leading up to midnight--he finds some way to escape the mayhem, escape the crowd, and he finds someplace quiet for just the two of them. Some place they can still hear the crowd counting down, but somewhere they can be alone and start the new year off right--just the two of them, together, against the world. The way it oughta be.

And every year tiger rolls her eyes, calls him a sap, asks him what the big deal is anyway. She says kissing at midnight is so goddamn cheesy, it's so cliche, it's something she gags at when other couples do.

But she also doesn't fight it when he loops his arms real tight around her waist. She doesn't fight it when he pulls her in closer, counting down from 10 in a whisper. She doesn't fight it when his lips press firmly to hers after the final count, and they linger. She doesn't fight it when the kiss deepens, when he pulls her in even closer and doesn't let go.

"Happy new year kid," he murmurs breathlessly when he finally pulls away. He smiles that special smile at her, the one where just one corner of his mouth is turned up. It's dopey, it's sappy, it's love drunk.

And tiger's legs are jello, and suddenly she forgot how to stand.

"Happy new year Big Guy," she says, and then he's kissing her plain stupid again.

#BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble

[lihikainanea]

I can’t stop thinking about tiger riding bill slowly while moaning softly as bill lightly grips her hips and praises her 🥺....

ohhhh sweet nani....does this happen in the morning? Do we get to talk about soff, sweet morning sex again?

Because like, here’s the thing right? Sometimes at night, tiger is just...she’s tired man. Maybe it’s that stupid time in the dead of winter, when everything is dark all the time. Getting up for work is torturous. Coming home from work, tiger is barely out of her work clothes and she’s already face down on the sofa, taking a nap. Good Dude Bill always cooks a hearty dinner, but like, that’s tiger’s undoing--a full belly of good food, Bill patting gently at her stomach while she’s all wrapped up in his arms watching TV--forget it, she’s done for. Weeknights are hard, and then come Friday night maybe both of them just get a little too drunk and a little too giggly and end up just kind of tangled up in each other in bed, snoring softly.

But you know what’s glorious? Saturday mornings. Late mornings, with that soft winter glow. The sun rises real lazy like if it even rises at all, and tiger feels an instantaneous freedom upon waking up--a freedom that there is nothing that she needs to do today, nowhere she needs to be. There is not a single thing that needs to be handled, other than coffee and snuggles with her big, warm idiot passed out next to her.

And the thing is, she misses her Big Dude during the week, you know? Yes he’s there and he’s around, and he’s warm and comforting like he always is, but while she craves that closeness with him she’s also just...so tired. And often times, that tiredness or that grossness or bLAAAAAAH from a working week just drags her down and all she wants to do is sleep.

But on a Saturday morning...listen. Listen. She wakes up all nice and warm, snuggled into her Big Dude’s chest. His cute nose is burrowed into her neck, he’s snoring softly. One arm is wrapped all the way around her pulling her in close, his other arm is up between them with his thumb in her mouth. His leg is slung over her. All she feels is his heat, just this radiating warmth coming off him, she hears his soft snores in her neck, and she’s just so goddamn cozy and feeling so good and so sappy. And like, she can’t even help it you know? It’s rare that she wakes up before him but just in the few minutes she’s been awake, she’s already getting worked up. She’s so close to him and she just wants to be filled up, wants that delicious stretch as he eases into her, wants to keep him close and chase that high so gently. 

And that’s exactly what she does.

I’ve talked at length about this little sleepy dance they do, where sometimes tiger just straight up climbs on top of him in her sleep. The movement is not enough to even wake him up anymore, so instead when she nudges at his chest with her nose, when she headbutts him a little there, instinctively Bill just keeps his arm wrapped around her as he eases onto his back. Tiger shuffles, holding onto his wrist so she can keep that thumb in her mouth while she gets settled. She crawls onto his chest and lies out, reaching to shift the blankets back over her so she’s cocooned in softness and warmth and him. And reaching down, she grabs hold of him and just softly slides onto him as she sighs in content.

Maybe that movement is kind of familiar for Bill too because it’s something tiger gets a lot of comfort in, so maybe he doesn’t necessarily wake up right away. Maybe his Little Human Alert only starts to buzz faintly, because usually if tiger does this he tries to check up on her and make sure she’s okay, that she doesn’t need anything, but this time he’s just...he’s out.

He’s out until she starts to move real slow, real lazy against him. Maybe it’s the pressure on his chest that wakes him up first, two hands planted firmly there to give her just enough leverage to grind against him. She’s barely moving, not really rising up on him at all, just steadying herself and sucking at his thumb as she sighs in content, rubbing her hips down onto his. That’s how he wakes up, to just this warm wetness encompassing him seemingly everywhere--her wet mouth sucking at his thumb, that incredible sheath of euphoria pulling and pushing down on him as she rides him. He groans, deep and sleepy, and wraps his arm tighter around her hips to help her grind down.

“Oh god,” he moans, “Good girl.”

She coos at that, trying to speed up a little and he helps her hips move against him.

“My sweet girl,” he murmurs and she buries her face in the hollow of his neck, “Taking what you need.”

And maaaaan, it’s just that you know? She’s so worked up but she wants this to last so she’s going real slow, barely moving, almost tantric. Just savouring it for as long as she can while he murmurs sweet praises to her in his gruff, morning voice. Maybe it’s one of those times where she begs him to let go before she does because she needs to feel it, needs to feel him filling her up and see how good she makes him feel.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #sleepy bill

[lihikainanea]

tiger and bill sneaking off to a secluded cabin during winter after he finishes work. tiger wakes up early one morning, his face smooshed by her boobs. she’s acknowledging how beautiful her boy is, beginning to stroke him and he doesn’t even fully wake up. his hips stutter forward with a soft whine and she hushed him, softly saying how she wants him to feel good longer, and his mouth is just lax against her chest. always affectionate, he plants kisses on your boobs because in his half asleep mind, tiger = kisses. he finally cums and it gets on both of them but he so pink and flushed, awake and slightly embarrassed he was so... small like.

God I love this. I’m really into cabins recently, mostly because it’s really the only place we were allowed to go for like those brief 4 weeks where we had a mild amount of freedom and could actually see family members (do I think a second lockdown is complete fucking insanity? why yes I do, thanks.)

But look, while I’m not into super subby Bill, I am most definitely into soff Bill gettin’ spoilt and my girl tiger indulging a kink he’s a little sensitive about.

So like...maybe they’re at some rural cabin somewhere in the woods. Somewhere freezing. Please oh god can we make it Northern Alberta? Maybe a trip to visit Uncle Sasquatch took a detour, the Northern Lights are so pretty up there and almost always visible, tiger just looked so cute in her little checkered flannel shirts and big fluffy socks, that Bill decided to surprise her and carted her off somewhere real remote to extend their vacation. Just the two of them, a log cabin with a few fireplaces, dark nights and bright winter days, skating on ponds, cooking up a storm--god all of my favourite Canadian things. They’re living off of strong coffee spiked with booze, hot chocolate in the early afternoon, stews that cook all day--sometimes in a big cast iron pot, right on the fire. It’s heaven. At night they’re bundled in huge blankets, warm and cozy in a big bed cuddled up to each other.

And tiger is so soff, but Bill is even softer. And tiger is glad that he’s kind of indulging in it too--of course he’s still fussing over her and taking care of shit, but lately in the mornings she’s been waking up curled around him, instead of the other way around. She’s big spoon, his face stuffed in her neck or squished between her tatas (like, his favourite place ever am I right?), her arms around him as he snores. It’s the sweetest thing. He’s knocked out every morning when she wakes up, and that’s unusual because at home he tends to wake up before her--she’ll peel her eyes open to this green-eyed cyclops staring at her like good morning :-)))))

But look, he’s so big and tries to be so smol, and I LOVE LOVE LOOOOOOOOVE THIS TIGER = KISSES CONCEPT FUCK MY HEART. He’s always smooching her in his sleep, leaving big sloppy kisses anywhere he can plant those smackers of his. And he’s snoring on her chest, his mouth wide open, and he starts to grumble and stir a little and she knows he’s waking up. But he’s so warm and snuggly, so goddamn cute when he’s sleepy, and tiger can’t resist. Maybe she kind of just has a gentle hold on him anyway in that way they’re now super into. And as he grumbles, when he’s still kind of fighting waking up, maybe she just starts to stroke him real soft and slow. All gentle like, nothing rushed about it, just making him feel good. He groans even in his sleep, pushes his hips forward a bit, and tiger is treated to those big green eyes--sleepy and foggy--blinking groggily awake as he peers up at her from her chest. He whines when his brain clues in to what’s happening, rolling his hips further into her hand and biting softly at her chest. She buries her other hand in his hair, scritching softly, and he moans from deep in his chest. It doesn’t take long for him to get close, he’s still all sleepy and it just feels so good.

“Tiger,” he rasps in warning, “I’m gonna--”

“It’s okay big guy,” she coos, wraps her hand a little tighter around him.  

“But...messy,” he whimpers. He’s working his hips against her hand slowly, and it’s completely out of his control.

She gives his hair a little tug, just as hard as he likes, and he juts forward as he groans. His fingers dig into her back as he releases all over her, squishing his face even more into her chest as he moans.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles immediately after, but oh man, tiger ain’t sorry. Tiger ain’t the least bit sorry. And maybe she grabs a small handful of his hair, gives it a yank with a little more intent--still gentle, he’s too cute and soft for anything rough-- but just so he’s looking up at her. And then she takes her hand, and licks her fingers clean. Bill’s eyes get all hazy with lust, his eyelids getting all droopy as he cuddles into her more.

“Goddess,” he mumbles.

#soft bill #sleepy bill #BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble

[lihikainanea]

I’ve been thinking about Tiger being sweet for Bill on the daily. She’s cooking for him and putting his sweaters in the drying for a few minutes so their warm when he wears them, just soft and cute stuff like that. She’s in this bliss soft space where she’s just adoring him more than usual. I love the thought he just stops her before making lunch one day, “That’s it, you’re getting head” And her eyebrows furrow because.. why. And she’s so responsive because she’s in such a sensitive state.

Oh godddddddd soff sweet tiger when she’s in just the subbiest head space but she’s enjoying it, right?

God, Bill’s heart could just explode when it happens. Because I just--fuck me, man--I need to talk more about how much BILL gets out of her being like this with him. Bill is Good Dude, you know? Bill is the protector, he’s the rock, he’s the source of calm and steadiness and comfort and safety. Tiger feeling safe with him, being all soft and vulnerable and shit and feeling safe enough to bask in it all day--goddamn. Bill’s chest expands three sizes, and he’s just THRUMMING with those big strong protector vibes that he gets so much out of. Tiger being small and subby with him and vulnerable enough to enjoy it just inflates his ego to an insane degree, it gets him all hot and bothered and puts a swagger in his step. In general it’s just this massive mess of pheromones and Bill’s alpha male tendency (them Leos, you know?) is off the charts.

And usually when tiger’s small and subby, she has two different moods: when she just wants him to take care of everything and spoil her, and when she also kind of wants to take care of him. If she’s been up in her head a lot, when she’s been stressed and fussy is usually when she’ll default to the former. But if she’s been okay, if she’s just been real sappy for her Big Dude and feeling good, she’ll lean towards the latter and Bill gets even MORE revved up because he knows she’s feeling great and she’s feeling safe enough to just keep being so good and small for him.

And it’s the little things--I love that. It’s exactly what you mentioned. It’s bringing him tea in the middle of the afternoon if he’s reading a script. It’s maybe just settling in for her afternoon nap, but doing it on the couch in his spare room instead of in the living room because that’s where he’s working that day. It’s sneaking into the bathroom when he’s in the shower and popping his towel in the dryer. She’s draped in his sweaters which just melts his fucking heart, she’s kind of sticking to him and pulling him down for hugs or stopping him in the middle the hallway for a sweet kiss. He’s cooking for her while she sits up on the counter and watches him, but tiger’s default is also to cook for him so she’s taking over lunches and dinners. She’s bringing him scotch before dinner and curling up on his lap.

And like, Bill can’t take it anymore. He knows she’s feeling real good and soft, and he just can’t help it. But he also knows that he can’t really ravish her the way he truly wants to, he can’t be harsh or rough in his movements at all, because she’s super sensitive when she’s like this and even the good feelings overwhelm her a lot. He has to be slow and soft, reverent, praising her the whole way--and I’ll bet the emotional bean still has a good cry after.

#BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #soft bill #sub tiger

[lihikainanea]

gotta say i like desperately despise mushrooms so i cant really appreciate what you cooked cuz my mind is just routed to automatically be revolted (sorry mama im sure its yummy if your into that kinda thing) anyways i hc that tiger has such a problem with eye contact but whenever bills in her and demands to look upon tigers lovely orbs™️ she struggles a bit but just gets so ultimately soff once she finally does connect oof

You know nani, what I like about this is you just so casually mentioned you hated mushrooms and then you went Mach 7 and annihilated me with this image.

It be like that, eh? Jesus Christ on a cracker. Give a gal some warning.

Look, we all know tiger and eye contact--oof, it’s hard for her, you know? It’s been hard for her since the very beginning when they started boinking, but Bill is big on eye contact so she tries. She really does. And sometimes it’s just too much--their small foray into tantra, when she just couldn’t-- but she knows Bill gets so much out of it so she tries her best. Truth be told, tiger would also get a lot out of it but it’s always a vulnerability issue for her. She is at her most comfortable with Bill, there’s no doubt--tiger has shared more with him, has shown more with him, than any other person in her life. And while that is incredibly intimate and comforting, it’s also scary you know? To have someone who knows you so well. To have someone who truly sees you--the real you--no matter how many layers you hide behind.

And to boot, it’s not like Bill’s gaze is light or easy by any means. His eyes are so beautiful, so expressive, and his gaze is always so intense. It’s a lot to take, it’s a lot to experience, and Bill knows that. He gets a lot from it but he doesn’t ever want to make her uncomfortable, doesn’t ever want her to feel too exposed or vulnerable in a bad way--so if all he gets is maybe a fleeting glance before she’s burying her face in his chest, then he’s happy.

I’ll bet they work on it, though. It probably comes a little with tantra, maybe some meditation. Tiger seems to have no issues staring daggers at him in non-intimate moments, it’s really just when he gets her feeling vulnerable that it scares her a little more. I bet they work it into their dynamic, really softly but at least if it’s an order tiger has a harder time disobeying it and a much easier time slipping into it.

Oh godddddd GOOD DUDE BILL WHAT A THOUGHT.

I’ll bet that’s what he does. He puts it in their dynamic. Tiger, on her own volition, has a hard time letting herself be vulnerable but if he’s forcing her submission (conseeeeennnnnsual, folks. Getting her to submit when her brain is fighting it is part of their dynamic), then it’s not that she’s letting herself be vulnerable, it’s that he’s ordering it and she’s being a good girl and giving it to him. Bill notices she doesn’t struggle against it nearly as much when she’s in that state, when she’s small and subby and just wants to be good for him. She has a much easier time holding his gaze. But Bill--he’s such a goddamn good dom--part of it is also him knowing not to push this limit with her. He doesn’t make her hold his gaze for a long time. He doesn’t make her do it repeatedly. He eases her into it, still takes it slow, and when he gets her feeling really good he’ll ask for it--softly, but with the undertone of an order. She’ll often whine--but that’s just something she does. Tiger has a very specific whine for when something is too much in a bad way, and if Bill hears even an inkling of that whine, he’ll put a stop to it. But if she just fusses a bit, whines a little because it’s hard but she’s trying, he’ll let her work through it. He won’t stand down. He might even get a little more stern if he has to ask twice.

And listen, there’s just so much praise when she does it. SO MUCH praise. Bill’s a vocal dude anyway, but he dials it up even more to let her know how much he gets out of it. I’ll bet it’s one of those things she gets all weird about after, too--tiger is still so touch and go on vulnerable, intimate stuff--that he probably has to keep an eye on her for a day or two after, make sure she’s not getting into a bad head space about it.

DELICIOUS, NANI.

(like mushrooms)

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[lihikainanea]

What if on the rest of the hike, Tigers doing real good and absorbing good energies and being surrounded by her gentle giants. But when they’re about to leave, Bill being a boy, adjusts his manhood and she’s suddenly very aware of her smallness again.

okay real talk, I’ve always been mildly fascinated by this subconscious/very conscious move that so many men do. Like...why do they do it? Are they checking to make sure it’s still attached? Did it find its way into an uncomfortable position and its getting squished? Both? I feel like I don’t really do random titty adjustments during the day (sometimes they get away and need to be PUT BACK IN CHECK, but it’s not random and it’s not frequent) but I swear, dudes reach for and readjust their junk far more frequently than I would ever deem necessary. And like, they’re pretty open about it, right? I can promise you that my tata-maintenance is done discreetly, hidden, and very quick. Dudes are in the middle of a conversation and just reach to shift their junk LIKE IT’S A TOTALLY NORMAL THING TO DO.

Somebody, please educate me on this. Legitimately. School me on the many reasons why dudes grab their junk.

But like alright, the hike, when poor tiger ain’t feeling too great (the soff part of me really needed to write that piece this week) and Bill handles it like THE GODDAMN GOOD DUDE HE IS. What I kind of love here is like...I mean, I love the idea of Bill grabbing his junk. Let’s just be goddamn clear about that. But tiger’s been really small all day with him, and Bill is just thrumming with those protector vibes...but y’know, it’s having a bit of a physical effect on the big dude. I swear it’s like a chemical reaction between these two. And the more tiger is seeking him out for comfort and safety the more Bill is rising to it(uh, literally?) and protecting her and making her feel safe and it’s just...unf, it’s beautiful. But Bill’s starting to have a hard time reeling it in, because all he wants to do is throw tiger over his shoulder like a caveman and run home with her, throw her on the bed and just never let her leave. But he knows she needs to be taken care of, he knows she needs to be able to get real small and subby for him, and the fact that he can’t do that right now for her....god, Bill can’t stop picturing all the incredible things he’s going to do to her that night. All the incredible things he knows she wants to do to him so she can bask in that headspace.

So he has some readjusting to do. And he does it, in true dude fashion--except tiger just happens to be turning towards him at the time, about to ask him for a sip of water. And she sees it--that huge hand, reaching to the front. Grabbing, gently shifting, readjusting--and tiger actually stumbles, nearly faceplants. And she almost lets a whimper slip, but Bill is quick enough to give her a stern look, a slight shake of his head.

“What is it, kid?” he asks--and not about that, but because she turned to him for something. Tiger swallows hard, takes a minute to try and compose herself--because just something small like the slight readjustment drew her attention down, down to what she really wants. And it’s a struggle for her to try not to drop to her knees, crawl over to him, close her mouth around him and just find the calm she needs.

“Tiger,” he says harshly--and he snaps his fingers. He keeps his hands by his side, because snapping them in her face like he usually does would be way too obvious. But it has the effect that he wants, her mind trained to hear that sound and react, and her head clears a bit.

“Water,” she mumbles, “Can I have some water please.”

He brings his backpack to the front, taking out his canteen and opening it for her, When she gets close enough to grab it, he hangs on and brushes his fingers with hers.

“Soon, kid,” he whispers, “Just a bit more, and I’ll have you. Exactly how you need.”

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[lihikainanea]

The other ask was...what would happen if Tiger was in an accident and she had to go to the hospital and Bill was out of town and she didn't want him know and worry about her so she didnt tell him and he finds out later from a mutual friend.

Oh my goddddddddd babes, my soff heart.

Alright look, follow me here, alright? A little while ago, I wrote a small blurb on how tiger once totalled her car. What if this happened at the same time? But like, did he find out from a mutual friend, or did he come home and find her all banged up? God I don’t know let’s see where this goes.

Maybe Bill was indeed away somewhere. So tiger’s car gets smashed and all things considered, she’s mostly okay. Maybe a broken wrist, or at least a really badly bruised one. She’s got a black eye and a split lip from the air bag, the seatbelt left a huge, angry bruise across her chest and hell maybe it even cracked a rib. She’s shaken up and she’s actually hurt, but tiger has a lot of people in her life who love her--her parents, her friends circle. And even in her shook up state when all she wants is Bill, she can’t bear to throw this on him--because she knows how much it would destroy him, how worried he would be for her, how he would drop absolutely everything and come running to her side. Tiger is not alone, and maybe if she was this would be a different story, but she has...other people. And those people are not Bill, but in a time of crisis, they’re still people she loves and trusts and she’d rather lean on them than cause an absolute panic with Bill.

She’s brought to the hospital to be patched up, but when she sees the suture kit come out she breaks down, heaves, panics to the point where the doctors probably have to hold her down a bit, lest she fuck up her recently reset wrist or hurt her ribs even worse. In her delirium she yells for Bill, sobs for him, and the doctors probably decide that it’s better for everyone--including her--if they go ahead and sedate her a bit. Once she’s out they stitch up her lip, and thankfully her wrist doesn’t need a full cast so they wrap it instead and she’s wheeled out to where her parents are waiting. She spends a few days with them, just because she’s definitely going to need some help at least until the pain subsides.

And she doesn’t say a word to Bill. Despite how scared she is, the nightmares she’s getting, the flashbacks, the pain she’s in--every time he calls her, she fakes a happy voice, and doesn’t mention a goddamn thing.

He’s back a few weeks later and thankfully by then at least the black eyes have faded, the stitches in her lip have dissolved. Her torso is still a mess of cuts and bruises from the seatbelt--deep, angry contusions that still cause her breath to hitch every time she moves too quickly. Her wrist still has a thick padded bandage, but she’s wearing a big wool sweater that can mask it a bit. She’s still not sure how--or if--she’s going to tell him, but she definitely needs a plan because she knows the first thing he’s going to do is reach for her, back her up into the bedroom, pull her clothes off. She needs to find some excuse to just hold him off for awhile, until she heals and the marks are gone.

She didn’t anticipate it to work, really, but it was worth a shot.

And when he came in that night, unlocking her door and putting his suitcase down, he beamed when he saw her.

“Hey kid,” he greeted, “I wasn’t sure if you were home. I didn’t see your car.”

“It’s in the shop,” she says without missing a beat, “Needed an oil change and a tune up.”

He kicks off his shoes, opening his arms to her. She smiles wide, tucking in to them.

“Hi,” she greets, and he captures her lips in a deep kiss.

“Hi,” he murmurs when he breaks the kiss, “I missed you.”

And then he presses his chest to hers, pulling her in to a tight hug. Tiger clenches her eyes shut, gritting her teeth when he squeezes her, her ribs screaming in pain. He mistakes her gasp for one full of good emotions--that she missed him, and it feels good to be back in his arms--and to her complete horror he squeezes her even tighter. She has tears in her eyes when he finally pulls away, but thankfully--he misinterprets that too. Because at this point--how could he possibly know?

“You big sap,” he jokes as he swipes her cheeks with his thumbs, “Getting all emotional already.”

She smiles and fakes a bit of a laugh despite the stabbing pain it causes in her ribs.

“Come on, I made you food,” she tries as she turns to walk down the hall--anything to keep his mind away from the bedroom, and trying to take her clothes off.

It doesn’t work. In fact, it backfires. Spectacularly.

“Great,” he says cheerily, “But I’m going to devour you, first.”

And then he grabs onto her wrist--but it’s her bad wrist. And the shriek that tiger let out was the worst sound he had ever heard and he retracted his hand immediately as she clutched her wrist and choked back a sob. But the sudden movement, the deep inhale as she tried to breathe through the pain, also just sent a searing flash through her chest and ribs and she doubled over, clutching at them too. Bill is staring at her, panicked, but he tries to stay calm.

“Tiger,” he says calmly, “What happened?”

She breathes, a sharp inhale through her nose, and tries to stand up straight.

“Nothing,” she said, “Just my carpal tunnel acting up again.”

And she turns away because she can’t control the pain contorting her features anymore, but Bill isn’t buying it for one second. And he quickly moves, gets in front of her, and stops her in her tracks.

Before she can react he grabs her elbow, pulls up the sleeve of her shirt, and reveals the thick, intricate wrap on her wrist. Bill’s blood runs cold. Because like, here’s the thing, right? If tiger just hurt her wrist, she would have told him that in one of their conversations. The kid’s clumsy, she’s always getting little injuries here and there and it’s no big deal. But the fact that she got hurt, and that she didn’t tell him, means that she’s hiding something. It means that she’s much, much more hurt than what he’s just seeing here.

“Tiger,” he closes his eyes for a brief second to try and get his emotions under control, “What. Happened.”

She bites her lip, tries to avoid his gaze, but he grabs onto her chin softly. Her eyes well with tears.

“I got into a car accident,” she mumbles lowly. Bill doesn’t blink, his eyes are just glaring holes through hers, and he doesn’t let her pull her chin away.

“I’m okay,” she continues nervously, “I just got a little banged up.”

“Where else are you banged up, tiger?” he asks, and his voice is dangerously low. He’s not mad, he’s just absolutely terrified.

She sniffles, hesitates for a second, but then she grabs the hem of her shirt. She slowly lifts it over her head, wincing a little when she lifts her arms, and then tosses it to the side. She looks up at him, and waits for his reaction. His eyes are scanning her, widening in disbelief at the sheer amount and depth of the bruises littering her ribs and her chest, and he sucks in a breath.

“Tiger,” he whispers and his voice cracks, “Are you okay?”

She nods.

“It’s better now,” she says. Bill looks like he’s losing it, his eyes well with tears but he blinks them back, bending to get a better look at her ribs. He reaches a hand out, looking up at her for permission. She nods.

“Is anything broken?” he asks, and he softly glides his fingertips over her bruised skin.

“Two ribs,” she mumbles, “And a bruised sternum. All from the seatbelt.”

He bites his lip, but then in a flash he’s upright again, and he’s grabbing her face and kissing the hell out of her. She squeaks in surprise but then kind of melts into it, and I’ll bet the poor bean even cries. She didn’t like hiding this from him. She didn’t like lying. But she also didn’t like that he wasn’t here, that he couldn’t help her, take care of her. She hates that all of this happened. But now she’s just...she’s glad he’s here. Because that accident terrified her, it made her so scared, and even though she’s been surrounded by people taking care of her, all she wanted was him. And now he’s here, and he knows, and he can help. And she finally fucking feels safe again, for the first time a long time. The tears are wetting her cheeks and he’s swiping them away, kissing her harder until she can’t breathe. And when he finally breaks apart and rests his forehead on hers, his chest is heaving and his eyes are still closed.

“Tiger, why didn’t you tell me?” he asks. And it’s not accusatory in the least. He wants to be angry, wants to be so mad at her for keeping this a secret because if he had known then he could have helped. He wants to be furious, but he’s just....terrified. He’s so scared for her, and it’s so strong that it’s the only emotion he’s capable of feeling.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” she sniffles, “I knew that if I told you, you would've dropped everything and come home. And I didn’t want you to do that.”

He’s silent, still just breathing her in, trying to absorb everything she’s telling him.

“Are you mad at me?” she mumbles. He opens his eyes, kisses her deeply again.

“I’m a lot of things right now,” he tells her honestly, his voice cracking, as he cups her cheeks again, “I’m angry that you hid this from me, yes. But more than that...I’m thankful that you’re only a little banged up, and that it wasn’t worse. I’m worried, because I know that you’re in pain. I’m scared, because I can’t even imagine how scared you must have been. And I’m glad that I’m home, so that we can figure this out together.”

She nods softly, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his chest.

“Tiger are you.....are you okay?” he asks again, and she nods.

“It was a lot Bill,” she says quietly, “And I’m glad you’re home.”

God, my soff heart, I’ll bet the sex is so goddamn sweet and gentle. Because let’s face it, tiger is banged up to high hell but there’s no way they’re not going to do it, because both of them need that closeness. Tiger needs to feel good again, needs to be reassured that he’s home now, and that everything will be okay. And for his part, Bill needs that closeness with her too, needs to make sure that she’s okay and just needs to feel her. His mind gets away on him-and you can’t blame the guy--he wasn’t there for the accident so he can only imagine how fucking bad it was, and how scared she was, how hurt she really was. He needs that closeness with her because it reassures him that she’s okay for the most part, she just needs some time to heal.

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[lihikainanea]

Tiger getting drunk and laying on the couch and she’s all heart eyes for her boy but he’s out grabbing groceries. She calls him and is slurring every word but he just listens to her mumbling nonsense while he grabs food for her. :,)

oh god I am SO FUCKIN SOFF FOR THIS.

Listen. Listen, bubs. Let’s add another layer to this, alright? Let’s even just go ahead and say poor tiger is riding the crimson wave and she’s in pain and all needy about it.

Maybe homegirl had a big win this week, a big work project that came through or a raise or a promotion or even just some nice words from some higher up at her job when she completed a project. She was stoked about it, but a Wednesday night is a weird night to celebrate so they saved it for Saturday. (For the record, I think every day is a great day to celebrate. Any excuse to have champagne, really.)

And Bill’s a big sap for his Little Human so you know he planned it to start early. And while he also had plans Friday night to ensure he banged her brains out so good that she could barely walk Saturday, the poor kid came schlepping home Friday night, already doubled over in pain, miserable and shivering.

“What’s wrong, kid?” he coos at her, running his hands over her arms as she thunked her forehead on his chest.

“I got my period,” she mumbles, “I wasn’t due for another week, but surprise motherfucker.”

He makes a sympathetic noise, plops a kiss on her head.

“I hurt everywhere,” she says pitifully. He wraps her up in a hug, lifts her so she can wrap her legs around his waist.

“Let’s fix that, then,” he says as he kisses her cheek. So his plans to ruin her were swapped out instead for a bubble bath, his giant sweatshirt and a pair of comfy sweatpants for her, a hot water bottle, lots of cuddles, some good food and some wine, and nearly an entire kilogram bag of gummy bears before she eventually just passed out on his chest. He carried her to bed, settling her under the covers before scooting out to refill her hot water bottle for her.

But listen tiger woke up the next day warm and snuggly, the ever present ache in her lower belly still present but much better now. Bill’s thumb was tucked in her mouth and even though she was awake she made no effort to remove it, in fact she just wrapped her hand around his wrist to hold it there. His chest was flush against her back, hot as a furnace, his long legs tucked up comfortably under hers. His arm is wrapped tight around her, across her rib cage and up between her breasts. She’s just...cocooned in his warmth, and when he feels her start to wake he pulls her closer, nuzzles his scratchy chin onto her shoulder.

“Morning sweet girl,” he purrs, all raspy and deep, “You feeling okay?”

She whimpers a little but it’s a happy, satisfied one--scooting her ass back into him and curling up a little smaller so he’d hug her tighter. It works. She nods her head, still keeping a hold of his thumb in her mouth.

“Are you in pain?” he asks, and she shivers a little when he lays a soft kiss on her shoulder, runs his scratchy jaw up her neck and kisses her earlobe.

She shakes her head.

“Good,” he whispers, settling back on his pillow and sniffing her hair, “Pinch me when you want your coffee.”

And they stay like that, a real lazy morning. He drifts in and out of sleep, until he feels her playfully nip his thumb still nestled in her mouth. He smirks but doesn’t move, and a few seconds later, she bites it with a little more intent. Chuckling, he raises up and kisses her cheek, giving her butt a playful tap.

“Alright, I get it,” he laughs.

But like, listen. Bill had full intentions of making this a weekend celebration, full of all of her favourite things. So not only does he bring her coffee, but he also brings in a bottle of pretty expensive champagne with two chilled flutes.

“What’s this?” she asks, as she sits up.

“This is to celebrate my girl, in all of her bad assery,” he says. He makes a show of popping the cork, handing her the two glasses to hold while he pours it out. I’ll bet he even playfully splashes some of the cold liquid “accidentally” on her chest while her hands are occupied, diving forward to lick it up from between her breasts.

“Oops,” he mumbles playfully against her lips, “My bad.”

Tiger’s got a pretty high alcohol tolerance but bubbles will do it for her every time. So by the time he’s ready to get breakfast on, she’s probably already a little tipsy. But she winces as she goes to stand up, because shit her stomach is starting to cramp up again and her lower back is pretty sore. Bill swoops down and picks her up, grabs her hot water bottle from the bed, and carts her to the kitchen so she can keep him company. He sets her down on the counter, refills her hot water bottle and tucks it against her abdomen, stealing a kiss.

And she’s just feeling so good and safe you know? He took such good care of her last night, he’s still taking care of her this morning and he’s just standing there all tall and shit, saying things like how proud he is of her. Tiger’s buzzed and so soft about it.

And while he usually knows her schedule and knows when to stock up on her favourites, this round came early so he wasn’t prepared. And he needs to slip out after breakfast just to get some stuff--he doesn’t have anymore of her favourite ice cream and he knows she’ll be looking for it later. He hadn’t anticipated that she’d eat the whole kilogram of gummy bears last night so he needs more of those too. He ran out of Midol for her, and needs to pick up a few more iron-rich foods to incorporate into dinner tonight to help her feel better.

She wants to stay glued to his side but the thought of getting dressed and going out are just pretty daunting right now, so he sets her up on the couch with a movie, a warm blanket--and some more champagne. He gives her a big, lingering smooch and tells her he’ll be back in an hour.

He doesn’t make it in the car for 10 minutes before she’s calling him.

“Hey kid,” he greets, “Everything okay?”

“Hi uh...yeah. I just...I...” she’s mumbling and man he can hear that she’s small for him just by her voice. He smiles--she’s usually a big goober when he takes care of her but he knows the addition of her cycle and how big of a week it was for her is just really compounding it all. And he loves it. My god, he loves it when she gets like this.

“Do you miss me already?” he smiles. He tries to keep his tone playful without being mocking--mocking, hell just light teasing, would cut her too deep when she’s like this.

“No,” she mutters, and then a pause, “....maybe.”

She stops to hiccup and he laughs.

“I’m not far, kid. I usually have all the stuff you like on hand and you’re like clockwork, but this one caught me by surprise,” he’s babbling but he’s just doing it so that she can listen to his voice, “I need your ice cream, and some more gummy bears. Do you want the regular ones or the sour ones?”

Silence for a second. He clues in.

“Or both?”

“Both, please,” she says, and then he hears her sniffle just a tad, “You always take such good care of me.”

God his heart clenches.

“I love taking care of you, tiger,” he said, “It makes me feel really good, too.”

“You’re just so good to me,” she continues, “You always know what I need even before I do. And you always smell so good and you’re so warm and your hugs are the best because your arms are really long and you squeeze me extra tight, and you always--always--do that thing where you hug me tighter as I go to pull away.”

He parks in the lot of the store, smiling shyly to himself as he grabs his phone and keeps it to his ear.

“And you let me do that weird thing that I like doing even when I don’t realize I’m doing it and you don’t make me feel bad or weird about it. What kind of adult still sucks their thumb?”

“I love it when you suck my thumb, kid,” he says, “It’s so goddamn cute.”

“it’s weird but you still let me do it. And the way you sometimes drag me closer when I’m sleeping, I just wake up and you’re pulling me closer and tucking me more into you and it’s really nice.”

He stops for a second, because shit he didn’t realize that she knew he did that.

“And you’re a good kisser,” she keeps babbling, slurring a little and pausing every now and then to hiccup, “Your lips are always so soft and you take your time, you don’t shove your tongue down my throat and you just take it slow and it makes me think you enjoy it too.”

He’s motoring through the store now, because fuck all he wants it to just be back home and tuck her into his arms.

“I do enjoy it. I love kissing you, kid. Could do it all day,” he says.

“Are you almost home?” she says pitifully. God he almost throws the cart to the side, abandoning everything just to run back to her.

“Almost kid, just paying now,” he says.

And once he’s back in the car he just guns it home, going full speed. He throws the car haphazardly into the driveway and bounds up the steps. When he unlocks the door she’s curled up there where he left her, all small and bundled up in the corner of the couch. Her eyes are still a little glassy, a little unfocused from the champagne, but he just kneels in front of her, takes her face gently in his hands, and leans forward to kiss her. It’s slow and soft but intense, deep, lingering as she whimpers against his mouth and he pulls her in closer. When he breaks apart he licks his lips, lets out a slight laugh of disbelief, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers.

“Yeah,” she whispers reverently, “You do that really well.”

“All day, kid,” he murmurs.

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