VioletCamryn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take what you need.”

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

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

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

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It had been a long day.

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

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

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

“To who??” He exclaims incredulously.

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

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

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

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

“I could be persuaded.”

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

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

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

“Yeah. Y-Your place.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

However, this wasn’t one of those days.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And thank the gods, todsy, it works.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmh.” He grunts sleepily. “Sap.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack off (jorking it headcanon)

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

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

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

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

- Overstimulation, but only on him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Average length, but a little thicker than average.

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

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

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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

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

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

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

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

*🔞 below*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Leave the helmet on,” you whispered. 

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

 “Get undressed first.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Fuck…” you moaned. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Let me taste it,” he nearly begged. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “I’m… Ah, I’m close…” you warned. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Please,” he begged again. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Sorry,” he apologized, making you laugh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* Snotlout’s POV *

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

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

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

* Y/n’s POV *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he looks pathetic.

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

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

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

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

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

*After 1-2 hours* 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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