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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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characters. al haitham, childe;tartaglia, kaeya, x fem!reader [DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT]

content warnings. stepcest, [C/N] is "Crush's Name", all characters are 18+, exhibitionism (all), non-con/rape (all), suicidal thoughts (al haitham), unprotected sex (all), jealousy & possesiveness (all), usage of "sweetness/princess/girlie/darling/little sis/baby/slut/good girl", non-consensual creampie (al haitham), hickeys (tartaglia), virginity-taking (tartaglia), cunnilingus (kaeya), fingering (kaeya), implied voyeurism (kaeya's C/N)

summary. in which your step-brother gets jealous on how you look at his best friend, better known as your crush. he takes it into his own hands to show you he loves you more.

a/n. i noticed i need to make more dead dove content for others and not just childe (well i did add childe here so..) so they won't be left out so here are separated stepcest scenarios with different chars (also i need to write more dddne content bcus i'm being too soft in this blog)

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Al Haitham

"Pay attention to me." you whimpered as Al Haitham pinched your cheeks and forcefully made you look at him. His hands swiftly coming to grip your hips so he can continue ramming into you. You could only whine with tears flowing at the corners of your eyes as you take in how your step-brother thrusts into you hard with his cock. You side-eyed from the left on where your crush was and he was looking at you wide-eyed.

"Enjoying the show, [C/N]?" Al Haitham leans onto your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, making him moan into it.

"B-big brother, please stop this.." you pushed him a bit but paused when he sucked harder, causing you to whine out of displeasure. "F-fuck.." you hear your crush whisper.

When you looked at him again, he was redder. Way too flustered at the sight of you getting railed by someone that you consider family. "[C-C/N], please stop watching.." you cried, tears only seeming to flow out more with each slam of Al Haitham's cock in your pussy.

"Let him be, sweetness. You've always liked him, haven't you?" he groans, the only thing that can be heard was the hard breaths, moaning, and wet squelches. "I don't want this, Al Haitham- I don't want him watching or do this!" you sobbed out.

"Won't you shut up already." he pushes you against the wall harder, making you shriek and grip onto his shoulders tighter. He lets you lean on his neck and cry. He was so mean.. So rough. You've never knew he was so into you before.

But now you do and you hate how he has turned possesive when he found out about your crush on his best friend. And now he's fucking you right in front of him.

It embarrassed you, it made you feel disgusted. He won't listen to you no matter how many times you told him to stop. He's too focused on how good you feel around him and not focused on what you might feel.

"Come on, you're close too right?" he grunts. "Al Haitham- Not inside, please!" you try to push him away but he was way stronger than you. He squeezes your thigh, signalling you to stop what you were doing.

No matter how much you scream at him to stop, he'll continue to get it in his way. You could feel his fingernails gripping onto you when he empties himself into your pussy and you creaming around his cock.

You whimpered and sobbed into his chest, hiccuping and sniffling. You wanna vomit and die in a hole. What the both of you just did was fucked up. He was fucked up. "You okay, princess?" he asks, his brows raised.

Were you okay? You don't even know. All you know was he should've never done this. Let alone done this in front of your crush/his best friend. You look from the left and found out that the man watching you has already left.

He tch'ed when he follows your gaze. Were you really still not over him? Not even after he's fucked you to the wall and made him watch? He doesn't even deserve a girl like you.

"Why would you do this..!" you punched his chest and he lets you, knowing it doesn't hurt as much. "I love you, can't you see?" Al Haitham whispers as he sinks you down to the ground.

He hugs your waist while you throw a fit on him. Screaming at him for what he has done to you. It didn't bother him a bit. What do you expect from a sickly fuck as him?

Childe;Tartaglia

"Why don't you show him your pretty face, girlie?" Your step-brother leads your face to look at the sidelines on where his best friend is. You whined at the sight of him and he could only look away. Your face was flushed red and eyes overflowing with tears from the stimulation you feel. “Oh, fuck..” he groans at the feeling of your pussy around him, the loud wet noises of your hole sucking him so good.

“God, darling.. You’re gonna be the death of me.” he chuckles, palming your ass and pulling you closer to the point you’re sinking into his cock even deeper. Ajax grunts when he’s fully inside of you, feeling your whole walls massaging every vein of his dick.

He tiredly looks at his best friend, sweat dripping on his forehead from the session he’s been having with you. “You better watch properly, [C/N]. I wanna show you how good this girl can take with her pussy choking on some cock." He pushes you down on the mattress and throws your thighs over his shoulders.

You almost felt like vomiting when he pulled out and pushed his whole length back in, continuing with multiple deep and fast thrusts. Ones that have your body shivering from disgust. He was your step-brother, a person who you consider family. He seems to consider you one too… Just not the way you’d expect it to be.

“A-Ajax, don’t do this, please..” you grumbled but he only rammed into you, too addicted to the way you clench around him. “You feel so good.. So much for a first-timer. Y’know, I’m quite thankful to be your first, I would’ve gone mad if he did this to you.”

“This is too much.. Please stop, we can’t be doing this.”

“Shut the fuck up already.” he gnarls, pressing his face onto your neck as he started to suck on it, making purplish lovebites that he’ll know will stay for quite a while.

“They’ll find out about it, big brother-”

“And do you think I care? I’m literally fucking you in front of your crush of all people.” he groans, he’s getting sick of your pleas. He can’t do anything about them except try to shut you up but it doesn’t seem to be working.

You sobbed onto him, wailing every time he thrusts into you. He spanks your ass a bit, making you moan out of surprise. “Fuck.. What a slut you are. Moaning from me just slapping that sweet ass of yours?” he laughs, leaving open mouth kisses all over your bare body. You could only let him do what he wants.

You look at the side to see his best friend flushed at the side. Sweat drips on his forehead as he sits on his chair to watch you. You feel helpless that even he doesn’t know how to stop him.

“Oh? Now you’re paying attention to him? Do you wanna imagine him fucking you instead of me?”

“N-No, not at all!”

“Are you sure about that?” his smile widens eerily, almost threateningly. “Tell me, little sis.” his smile drops into a serious frown. You gulp, only mustering incoherent words. Ajax only furrows his brows in frustration but lets you go, knowing how much he has traumatized you from this.

“Fine then, if you’re not talking, then do me a favor and come for me.” he blurted, slamming back inside of you, making you gasp. Your breathing increased rapidly when he proceeded to impale you on his cock at a fast pace. “You’re gripping on me, girlie.. Fuck.. You wanna make him jealous?”

You shook your head but he didn’t take “no” for an answer, only continuing his actions with hard thrusts and insulting remarks.

Soon enough you come on his cock and start milking it dry, you were shivering and weeping on his chest while he caresses your back to comfort you. Well… Tried to comfort you. He was the one making your life feel like hell and he’s not making it any better.

He was disgusting, a menace to society. Though no matter what you think or say to him, he’ll never change his obsession over you. And you wanted him to die for it.

Kaeya Alberich

“Fuck.. You’re wet down here.” Kaeya grumbles against your pussy, licking up your juices while he fingers your quivering hole. “You taste delicious too..” his muffled statements vibrated through your crotch. You were only sitting on your sofa, petrified.

You couldn’t do anything, you wished you could but you can’t. You tried pulling him away by tugging his hair but that only turned him on even more

His other hand was massaging your clit and nub. Your eyes were fixated on his best friend who seems to be enjoying the show, almost like he was getting hard from watching it. You were sobbing inside, knowing no one was able to help you escape from your own step-brother’s grasp.

You should’ve listened to Diluc about getting close to Kaeya. Ever since he started dropping hints on you, you only ignored them. Thinking all of them were platonic. Who was gonna blame you for thinking that? Both of you were step-siblings and you expected him to not make any moves on you, let alone romantic ones.

But here you were, getting eaten out by your own step-brother while having your crush watch. All those sick teasing and remarks made you wanna throw up.

“Hey, are you listening?” Kaeya stopped licking your slick and looked up at you with a grimace. “Don’t make me want to go rougher on you, now.” he threatens. Your face turned dark with wide eyes. You quickly shook your head, making him grin. “Will you promise me you’ll be a good girl and watch me eat this pussy out?”

You purse your lips and nodded in response, taking a quick glance at his best friend who was flushed red at the scene in front of him. You wanted to sob, refusing to accept that he was enjoying your suffering of being raped by a step-family member.

You can feel Kaeya sucking on your cunt and lapping your slick. “Taste so sweet, darling.. If I knew how you tasted I would’ve eaten you out a long time ago.” he moans against your pussy, continuing to work wonders (more like torture) on it.

He massages your clit before entering his finger inside, curling it, causing a groan from you. “You should make more sounds, they sound heavenly. Isn’t that right, [C/N]?” he looks at your crush with a smirk, spanking your thigh.

“H-hm? Oh, yeah..” your (used to be) crush seemed to be lost in his thoughts, well, lost at the view right in front of him. He’s no different from Kaeya, he’s also a sick fuck. You stopped thinking when Kaeya went back to sucking on your hole like he’s a baby lactating.

While his left hand worked in fingering you, his free one massaged your inner thighs. Speaking of fingering you, he added another finger, and another one while thrusting them at a fast pace. It was too much for your pussy to handle.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, princess. Never knew you’d be as disgusting too..” you wanted to yell at him for thinking such a thought, this was just your body betraying you. Your mentality knew it was wrong even if it feels good.

“C’mon baby, stop tensing up so much. It takes the fun out of it.” the blue-haired man muffled against your cunt, swallowing in any possible substance. How can you stop if he’s being such a menace?

“Are you close? Just making sure.” he smirks against your skin, curling up three fingers inside of you. You choked back a moan, visibly shaking when he drinks up your juices and sinks multiple digits inside of you.

“You better tell me or I’m gonna go for round 2.” you hate how he keeps making up warnings to scare you. You hate to admit that it worked, but who can blame you? You don’t want it to continue.

“I-I’m close..” you stuttered out. He huffs, caressing your thigh for your honesty. “Good girl.”

You grow sensitive overtime, signaling that you are close to your release. Your legs shake on his shoulders, the knot around your stomach was broken as you went limp.

“You made such a mess on me, [Y/N].” he chuckles sinisterly against your cunt. In the end, he took in the cum and swallowed it like it was his last meal.

“P-please, no more Kaeya. I don’t want this.”

“Ugh, fine. But soon, we’ll go for another one.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks, one from the stimulation and the other from what Kaeya had done to you. Your parents, you wanted to tell Diluc about this. Anyone who can assist is welcome. But you can't do that now because they've already left for the Dawn Winery and you're stuck at home with the blue-haired man. A man that has ruined your life and you’ll forever despise him for it.

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cookiewrites · 3 months

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bang chan with a trans masc boyfriend

please enjoy these sfw/nsfw thoughts about bang chan, featuring my gender crisis. these are based on my experiences/hopes, and may not match every trans-masc person's - and that's okay!

wc: 1k

cw: bang chan x trans masc/afab! reader, mentions of dysphoria (various forms) and transition, no transphobia, brief mention of misgendering (no one actually misgenders reader), name for reader (baby, boy, boyfriend, pretty boy)

sfw

i have no doubt in my mind that chan would accept you being trans - whether you came out before you met him or whilst dating him. but let's talk coming out; he wouldn't have a learning curve, there'd be no slip ups or small mistakes. it would be an instant shift, and he'd make sure it would be the same with the kids. even if you weren't ready to tell them straight up, he'd let them all know that you were trying more masculine things and they'd just follow his lead.

he'd let you borrow all his clothes, of course. not even in the possessive my boyfriend is wearing my clothes way although yes that as well but so you can try out different styles and have access to a full wardrobe of masculine clothes as you built up your own. tbh i think you'd end up sharing a wardrobe with him from then on, it's your joint wardrobe, easy as that. he'd instantly turn compliments from beautiful to handsome, or whatever would make you comfortable. suddenly you're his prince. sometimes you'd forget you were ever not out to him.

telling him for the first time was hard, you couldn't stop crying and you were so scared, hiccupping over words and telling him over and over that it was okay if it stopped him loving you and how sorry you were and- 'you know i love you, right? and i love that i have a boyfriend now, if that's the term you're most comfortable with. either way, baby, 'm going nowhere, and i'm so so proud of you for telling me.'. he'd hug you close, too, squeezing you tight as you calm down, reminding you over and over how much he loves you as you are.

you'd expect at least a discussion and questions, and maybe him to need some time and maybe take a break and maybe break up with you and maybe- 'god i was so worried you were going to leave me, baby boy, i'm so glad this is all that's been wrong'. he's so happy that you're not going anywhere he can't stop smiling. yes he has a boyfriend, and yes it's a change but you're still his! before you really have time to grasp what has happened he's covering you with small kisses and reminding you how much he loves you.

if someone were to misgender you he'd be quick to correct them, never making a big deal out of it, just interjecting with the right pronouns or terms. if it was one of the kids he'd pull them aside later and remind them to try harder - not that they'd need it, he taught them all better than that and they'd be so happy to have another guy the group, for some of them another hyung.

he already knew a bit about being trans, but he went out of his way to research everything he could, and the ways he could support. you'd often stumble across open tabs when borrowing his laptop or visiting him in the studio. the consideration to not expect you to do all the emotional labor of explaining things the internet could easily tell him. he'd look into chest binding and medical transition in case you ever wanted to, he looked up ways to help dysphoria so you wouldn't have to teach him. he wanted everything to be as easy for you as possible.

would 100% help you with your dysphoria by almost playing dumb to what's making you dysphoric. like he wouldn't even acknowledge your chest being anything but a chest, changbin has a bigger chest, so do you, it's the same. he's not tall, and he's as much of a man as you are. dysphoria where? dysphoria what? you're just as masculine as the rest of them.

'they're just jealous i have the prettiest boyfriend' he'd whisper to you when the kids would tease you both for being so loved up. every time he says that word is makes your heart skip - he says it with so much love.

nsfw

additional cw: mentions of chan bottoming, reader receiving oral sex, reader's parts referred to with the term dick, mentions of chan giving a blowjob, praise/dirty talk

i think chan could have a relationship without sex, he would never expect or push a partner and it is as fulfilling with or without for him. that being said, sex is something chan loves; the feeling of closeness, and trust, and love. the way he loves making a partner feel good, and loved, and cared for. he is such a soft dom, and just wants to make who he is with feel good.

so when he put together that your reluctance to have sex may come from your dysphoria he starts helping you over that; and make adaptions to intimacy to make you the most comfortable. don't want to take your shirt off or wear a binder? absolutely fine, let's make sure you're safe but you never have to be naked around me. don't want penetration? amazing, chan loves playing with you in whatever way makes you feel good. want to top him? oh please, he'll be good for you and really loves whatever toy you want to pick. want him to refer to your parts with masculine names? 'god your dick is perfect baby, fuck, it's so pretty'

he's so into you that he will do anything. there was one time he gave your strap a hell of a blowjob, just because you'd mentioned in passing how frustrating it was not getting to see him like that. even the way he does go down on you changes, with or without going on t, chan gives you head instead of eats you out - there's this masculinity in the way he treats your body.

the praise during sex is always incredible, and we are all in agreement that chan is talkative during sex. he doesn't always expect a reply but simply loves telling you how incredible you are. it's through this that you find just how good it is to be with someone to truly sees what you are;

'oh pretty boy, god you're so good for me'

'f-fuck you're so deep baby, so b-big, fuck'

'i don't think i'll ever get over this dick of yours baby boy, fuck, it's just perfect'

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takami-takami · 1 year

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Best In Show.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— masc petnames. heavy petplay. puppy play. collaring. oral.

On your knees.

That's where good pups belong— That's what Keigo tells you, anyway.

The picture of ownership, the winged figure above steps up to your kneeling form and lowers himself down to your level. He sits on his haunches when he observes you. It's nearly clinical, how he looks down with lidded attention, domineering and fully clothed to contrast your bare exposure.

Your neck is straight, your eyes are focused. Your form is immaculate. Poised tight and present, your attention is focused entirely on him. He nods once in approval. You learn quick.

His head tilts absentmindedly when he scans your form. Two thick digits test the tightness of your choke collar, skimming the bare flesh that lies beneath the jingling sound of clinking metal. He tuts a dissaproving sound; it's at least two notches too loose for his liking.

Keigo likes his boy chained tight with a leash he can drag them along by. He's not ashamed to admit it. When he first caught a look at you, the supposed pro-hero with a "canine" quirk, he could see right through your facade of an exterior. You put on quite the show for the cameras, for the adoring fans around you; tabloids called you fierce and assertive, challenge-driven with a fiery drive to climb to the top.

When you first met the number two hero at some conference he can barely recall the name of, you took the initiative and shook his hand. He all but knowingly grinned at your practiced, too tight grip.

It's a good thing Keigo is so astute. You may be able to fool everyone else, may be able to convince every villain you're a wolf of the streets, but Keigo knows better.

Beneath that bark and bite, you're just a puppy, aren't you?

Eager to please, eager to bend over to his whims, eager to be broken in.

You're all bark, and just a little bit of bite. He wonders if he should clicker train that biting habit of yours out of you; but then he'd miss the sting you leave on his flesh when he makes you feel just a bit too good between the legs.

"There we go," he coos, low and affirmative as he clicks the collar tighter. "There's my good boy!" He pinches your chin betwixt two of his fingers and gives it a little shake, his other hand reaching behind your head to ruffle your hair. You keen a whine in response, craning your neck to lean into his touch, chasing the praise that heats your core.

A mistake, you quickly realize.

The hand that once cradled your chin shoots back, his fingers clicking a snap in front of your nose. "Ah-Ah. No." You go rigid at his stern, chastising tone. A whimper catches at the back of your throat. "Sit straight, puppy. Don't be bad."

You scramble to correct your posture. It warms his heart, swells it with pride at the masterpiece of his own creation before him. Just needed a little guidance, and you'd bend your back in more ways than one to please him.

Obedient little thing.

He pulls at your sensitive ears, chewing his cheek in delight at the way you wince with restraint, trying not to thump your leg at his touch.

It's a sight that chips away at his own self-control, makes him fucking ache with need. There's only so much a man can take before the swell of his own cock tempts him, beckons him with a devastating need to bury it somewhere soft and warm and wet.

His focus locks in on your parted lips.

When he watches your panting breath, his own comes quicker, too. He wants your tongue lolled out, wants you drooling on something else, somewhere far filthier than your precious little puppy brain can handle.

Nostrils flaring, his hands dart down and unbuckle his pants with animalistic haste. When he smashes his lips against yours, your squeak is adorable; it fuels him to lick and bite at the sensitive skin of your lips, until a gasp makes way for his tongue to enter your mouth.

"Sir—" you hiccup, struggling to keep upright against the force of his affections. He takes pity on you, noticing the wobble in your stance, and cradles the back of your head before pulling away with a pop. The slick string of spit connecting you intoxicates him, pulls the concentration of his dilating pupils. With the swish of a single finger, he collects the drool at the corner of your lips before popping it into his mouth and making a show of cleaning it off.

"Sorry, puppy." He wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand, muttering with a lopsided grin, "Can't help m'self. You're just too cute." He plants a kiss to your forehead in apology, humming when you don't move a muscle.

The hard outline of his cock pressing against his jeans becomes near painful at this point, and he knows the perfect remedy for the ache.

Your puppy dog eyes follow him as he stands before you. They trail down to drink in the sight of the toned muscles of his arms, watching the flex of the veins on his forearms as he pulls the buckles of his belt apart.

"C'mere, that's a good pup, go ahead— fuck," he groans when you dash forward to press your face against the bulge in front of you, the second you get permission.

"Easy now, boy," he chuckles, throwing his head back at the rough tongue that mouths at him through his boxer briefs. "Goddamn—"

When he finally pulls himself free, your wide-eyed rapture tugs at the threads of his already nearly gone restraint. "Go on. Stick out your tongue, pant nice and pretty for me."

With your hands fisted at your thighs, it's a challenge to fit his thick length into your panting, awaiting mouth; but you manage, driven by a loyal enthusiasm to worship your whole world towering above you.

When you pull back and suck the tip, running your tongue along the underside of his head, he squeezes his eyes shut so tight he sees white. "Fuck, thats'it. Good boy," he slurs. Daring to open one eye, he catches sight of your fluffy tail wagging for him, the swish, swish of its back and forth planting an idea in his mind.

Now that he's got the idea, the visual of you on all fours, pulled back onto his cock by a tight fist tugging your tail, he pulls away to your pathetic whine. Your eyes follow him as he makes his way to the bed, sitting legs spread and tapping the mattress in a silent command.

You know exactly what he wants.

When you plant yourself face down and ass up for him, he beams with pride.

Your form is immaculate.

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mrcloudjumper · 1 year

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Happy Anniversary

Hiccup Haddock (RttE) x Male Reader

Notes and/or warnings; idk if there's a healing hut on the Edge, BUT THERE IS NOW. dragon isn't specified but has a constant fire blast; boneknapper, deadly nadder, monstrous nightmare, etc. not a one blast like night fury. Major injury, stitching said injury, stingy alcohol, panicking, being chased/hunted, cussing, mentions of hunters being burned alive, anything else in HTTYD. not really a warming but very inaccurate healing stuff ™, do not do what this fic says for like 98% of the shit in here. i think there wasn't actually any usage of pronouns...but masc intended! fem aligned dni please! and JESUS CHRIST IM SORRY I TOOK TEN YEARS I THOUGHT IT HAD BEEN MAYBE A WEEK AND THEN BOOM IT WAS A MONTH

Request; Can you do a Hiccup Haddock x male reader? (Hiccup is taller then the reader. Hiccup is the dominant and the reader is the submissive) The reader was out exploring while Hiccup was on a ride on Toothless and the reader gets injured pretty badly. So he tries his best to hide it from Hiccup since Hiccup usually doesn't let the male reader explore on his own without either him (Hiccup) or Toothless is with him (male reader) could it be fluff pls? (Like kissing, cuddling, holding hands, etc)

You were running as fast as you could possible could, which honestly wasn’t that fast; given gaping hole in your side. It was nearing yours and Hiccups anniversary, and all you wanted to do was get a nice gift for him. But, alas, he essentially never let you out on your own, so the only solution was to sneak out. Not a good idea when you and your friends are #1 most wanted on the Dragon Hunters’ list.

You had been simply collecting nice flowers, one of the many gifts you planned for Hiccup, when an arrow struck the tree. (Dragon’s Name) immediately got spooked and ran off, which, to be fair, is exactly what you did. Just in the opposite direction, unfortunately. During your…daring escape, more arrows flew, one piercing your side. You hadn’t even realized it until you were huddled in a cave, heavy and ragged breathing.

Immediately panicking, you did the worst possible thing; pulled it out. Quickly you tore off some of your sleeve and wrapped it around, praying to the Gods that you’d be making no trip to Valhalla any time soon. After you had calmed down just a little bit, you sent off your emergency flare, which (Dragon’s Name) had been trained to respond to. A bad play, considering now the hunters knew where you were, but what other choice was there! You obviously needed some better medical attention and a ride out of there, and that was your quickest way to it.

Unfortunately, the hunters were closer than (Dragon’s Name) was, as they began running to where the flare went off. Time to run. Again. After a few excruciating minutes of running through woods, swatting away stray branches, and being pull of pure panic, you came upon a cliff. Great.

The hunters closed in on you, surrounding you, panicked as ever. A few taunts were made, comments on ‘nowhere to go,’ ‘last leg,’ and more. As you stepped back, a few cracks were heard as rock crumbled down. Your hands clutched your side tighter, as you pivoted your head around, looking for any possible means of escape other than down.

Just as the front hunter raised his arrow for the final blow, (Dragon’s Name) flew to your rescue, setting the hunters ablaze. Quickly, you grabbed onto his saddle and hoisted yourself up the best you could. (Dragon’s Name) turned and bolted for the sky, booking it to Dragons’ Edge.

Hiccup had been out on a fly with Toothless for a few hours, mapping out ideal places for a nice anniversary date. And just maybe looking for more dragon species. When he returned, he couldn’t find you anywhere, and nobody had seen you for the last few hours. Apparently, you disappeared just half an hour after he did. Hiccup quickly connected the dots, and was now anxiously pacing back and forth in his hut. He didn’t even know where to begin looking for you, nobody did. So he would have to wait for you to show back up. Pulling Hiccup out of his thought, (Dragon’s Name) called out as a flutter of wings and a thud sounded. Immediately, he rushed to your side. He helped you down, before turning to an angry rant about your safety.

“Y/N. Y/N! Great Thor, why did you do that! I have told you again and again about how I don’t like it when you go out on your own, and for this exact reason! What was even so important that you couldn’t bother to tell Toothless or me, even Astrid for Thor’s sake! I mean-” you abruptly cut him off, holding up a smooshed banquet of flowers, a lopsided smile across your lips. “Is’ for our anniversary..” you mumumbed, face now planted in his collarbone. He was silent for a second, before scooping you up bridal style and carrying you to the medical hut. He places you back down gently and went to grab some antiseptic and painkiller herbs, recommended by Gothi, stitching supplies, and some fresh, thick bandages. He ground up the painkillers, putting it into a cup of water, which you gratefully swallowed, cringing at the texture. A few seconds later, he lifted you up slightly to peel of your shirt, as to have easy access to the wound. You lay back down so the blood won’t flow to fast or freely, grunting as your head hit the pillow.

He applied the antiseptic, rubbing it on your wound, per Gothi’s instructions. You hissed, hands painfully clutching the sheet. Hiccup noticed, and gave you his free hand to clasp, which you gratefully did. He continued the process until it wasn’t stinging anymore, a sign of majority of possible infections being gone. He grabbed the needle, quickly placing a kiss to your hand and glancing at you apologetically. He grabbed the needle, placing the thread through the loop, and then piercing your skin. Your head thrashed against the pillow, and Hiccup began to rub reassuring circles into the palm of our hand until he was completely done.

The only thing left to do was to bandage it to prevent further infection or bleeding. He sat you up again, and instructed you to hold your hands up while he wrapped up the wound. He quickly finished, bandages now covering your entire lower torso. “Wanna head to bed, Y/N? I know it’s early but I figure you need the rest.” You nodded in responses, mumbling a small, “Carry me, Hic.” He lightly smiled and picked you up, one hand under your butt and another supporting your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your head calmly stuffed in his shoulder as he walked back to his hut.

In a few minutes, he carefully opened the door to his hut and walked in. “Do you think you can make it up the ladder with my help? Or should we just make a pile of blankets down here?” he asked, setting you down. “Mm, let’s just go upstairs. I need a proper bed right now, if ya’ don’t mind helping me up,” you responded with a small yawn at the end

“I would never mind helping you,” he spoke, a tad quieter, seeing as you were incredibly tired. He picked you up again, and after a few confusing minutes, you both plopped onto the bed and pulled the covers over, heads peaking out. Hiccup lifted his arms up, inviting you to nuzzle into him, which you gleefully did so. You curled up into a little ball, head curved around his upper chest, and your arms extended to lightly brush through and play with his hair. His arm was draped over top your side, rubbing reassuring circles into your back as he had soe your palm earlier. You sighed contentedly. A nice silence embraced the two of you, crickets chirping and the water rushing against the cliffside. After a while, he quickly spoke. “This is nice, isn't it, Y/N?”

“Yeah, it is…Hey, I’m sorry I went out without telling you, or anyone. I just wanted to get gifts for you and have them be a complete surprise. Naturally, the dragon hunters just had to be there,” you stifled a chuckle after it made your wound pang.

“Your the single best gift ever, Y/N. Nothing you buy or find can even come close to describing the love I have for you, though I do enjoy the flattery.” Silence. He looked down to see you, and heard the faintest of snoring, smiling lightly to himself. He closed his eyes and melted further into your embrace, nothing else in the world mattering.

#httyd #httyd rtte #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon race to the edge #rtte x male reader #hiccup x male reader #hiccup x male!reader #hiccup haddock x male reader #hiccup haddock x male!reader #hiccup x m!reader #hiccup haddock x m!reader #httyd x male reader #x male reader #hiccup haddock

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twisted-lover-boys · 9 months

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I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you would be willing to write Lilia x trans-masc reader period comfort fluff?

I completely understand if you can't do this because it makes you uncomfortable.

If it does please just delete this ask, I won't mind.

Lilia with a trans (ftm) boyfriend on his period

{not proof-read}

Ofc!! I love doing trans reader stuff not only because I am trans (ftm) myself, but I feel it’s important to include trans people into our community and writings!

Please don’t ever be afraid to ask me to write for you!

Side note: reader is implied to have top surgery! Thank you!

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“This sucks.”

That was really all you could say. As you laid down on your bed, a heating pad around your lower stomach, pain killers and dark chocolate on the table beside you, and a hefty water bottle next to you on the floor, you could only think about how life sucked right now.

While everyone else had gone to class, you were allowed a sick day because of your condition. It was selfish of you, but you really didn’t want Lilia to go.

Sure, you’ve had other students come in and check in on you and you’ve even had your son Silver to hang out with. But you just wanted Lilia. You wanted to hear his reassuring voice, you wanted to feel his hugs, you wanted to relish in his kisses to your forehead.

Your mind wandered. It wandered to a place you really didn’t want to go. You felt your chest. Sure “they” were gone, but you could still feel the scars. You felt your hair. It was getting longer again. You didn’t even need to go below your waist as biology mocked you to your face.

You almost didn’t notice the fresh tears welling up in your eyes until they fell down your cheeks. You could taste the saltiness of them and feel how warm they were. This sucked. This truly sucked.

Your mind was lost in dysphoria, but for how long, you had no idea. You had only broken out of it when you heard a knock at your door. You didn’t feel like standing up so you couldn’t only shakily say “come in.”

“I have returned, my prince!” Lilia’s voice sounded in your ears, his jovial tone making a small smile break across your face. His fangs were visible as he smiled down at you from where you laid. His smile didn’t last long though…

“My dear, why are your cheeks wet?” He asked. That’s when it dawned on you that you did indeed cry. You swiftly wiped your cheeks to dry them. “‘M sorry, Lilia. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Oh he was absolutely going to worry about it. Although he hadn’t been gone long, he knows exactly what was going through your head. He’s been with you long enough to realize. So he crawled into the bed with you, replacing the heating pad with a warm water bottle.

His hands made their way up to your chest, just up to your heart, making sure to feel the scars under your chest. “You know what I feel? I feel the scars of a battle long won. They’re here not to remind you of the past, they’re here to tell you just how strong you’ve been. Don’t ever feel like you’re not enough.”

You hiccuped as you let more tears flow down. Not out of sadness, but out of happiness. Lilia smiled sweetly as he wiped away the stray ones that escaped your eyes. “Come now, my prince. Don’t cry. I’m here with you now.”

You sniffled as you finally calmed down. All that reminded were a few hiccups and shaky breaths. “Thank you, Lilia.” The fae kissed your forehead. “Of course.”

“Anything for my prince.”

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #diasomnia #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x male reader #ftm reader #trans reader

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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kinktober 2022

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ʚ Fave x Fem Reader ɞ

Day 16: Overstimulation

❥ CW: masc fave (he/him pronouns), fem reader (reader has a vagina), smut, pet names (baby, babe, love, sweetheart, good girl), fingering, oral (fem receiving), overwhelming orgasm, lots of aftercare

"P-Please... no more, baby... I-I can't take it—"

He shushed you, fingers curling once more, making you cry out. Your hips bucked wildly, his arm holding you down to the bed, continuing his assault on your pussy.

"N-No, please, please, i-it hurts—"

"Shhhhh, breathe, baby. Breathe for me."

You tried, you really did, but his constant touching was beginning to sting, your poor clit aching when he pressed his thumb into it again.

"No, no please, I-I-I—"

"I know, baby, I know. It's a lot, huh? I know it's overwhelming, but you can take just a little more; I know you can. You just gotta let go and let your big strong man take care of you, okay?"

You hiccupped, eyes welling with tears as you tried to meet his gaze. "I… I don't know if I can—"

"You can, baby," he mumbled against your thigh, kissing it gently before looking back at you. "You're so good for me. Just one more and we'll be done, okay? Can you give me one more?" You sniffed, wiping at your eyes, biting your bottom lip to distract you from the fingers digging into your g-spot.

"You—You promise?" He nodded, bringing up his free hand, extending his pinky. Your lip wobbled as you hooked your pinky over his, letting his own curl around yours.

"I pinky promise, baby. Just one more and I'll let you relax the rest of the night." You weighed his words, inhaling shakily, nodding slowly. He sighed in content, kissing your thigh again as he retracted his hand. "That's my girl."

You barely had time to enjoy his praise as he had started thrusting his fingers into you quickly, making you stifle a scream. You grabbed the sheets, teeth digging into your lower lip, eyes squeezed shut as you felt your pleasure build for the hundredth time that night. It hurt how good it felt, his fingers hitting just the right spot, making your thighs quake by his face.

He hummed quietly, kissing down your inner thigh, closer to your core. You steeled yourself, hissing when his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. You could feel something wet on your cheeks, big crocodile tears streaming down your face as you neared your peak. Your squeaks and wails did nothing to slow him down; if anything, they encouraged him to go faster, to suck harder.

Your vision blurred, cunt pulsating in time with his pace. His fingers pulled your g-spot towards him, dragging along your inner walls, forcing you over the edge. You cried out as if you'd been stabbed, liquid gushing from your cunt, coating his hand and mouth. You cursed loudly, hitting at the bed as he fucked you through your orgasm, forcing you to squirt until you were completely spent.

He finally, finally let your cunt go, removing himself from your sex. You felt cold, still crying from your intense orgasm, gasping for air. God, it felt like you were drowning—

"Shh shh shh, listen to me, baby. Listen to my voice," he cooed, climbing up the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you. You instinctively leaned into his embrace, curling into his warmth, sobbing into his chest. "Shhhh, there there. You're alright; I've got you. Let it all out."

He held you like that for a while, pulling a blanket over you and keeping you close, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. Your cries died down soon enough, turning into little gasps and hiccups, your body coming down from its otherworldly experience. It wasn't until your breathing steadied and your eyes grew heavy that he cupped your cheek, making you look at him.

"Are you alright, love?" You barely registered that he was there, moaning softly in response, cuddling closer to his warm, safe frame. He took a deep breath, reaching behind him to grab some juice he had placed on the nightstand before you two even started. He put the straw in for you, holding it up to your mouth. "Can you drink this for me?"

You hummed tiredly, opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around the tiny straw, sucking up the sweet nectar effortlessly. You could've finished the whole thing in one go, but he pulled it away, making you slow down. He waited a moment or two before letting you have it again, playing with your hair as you sucked down the last of the juice.

"There. Good. Such a good girl." You let out the tiniest of whines, letting him put the empty juice on the nightstand before nuzzling into his chest, sighing when his strong arms wrapped around you. "You did so good, sweetheart. Took it all so well. I love you so, so much."

You hummed, already drifting off to sleep, beyond exhausted. You somewhat registered when he pulled away to clean up between your legs and bring you a nightshirt, but other than that you were completely gone, your senses numbed by the multiple orgasms you had gone through in a short amount of time. The only thing you did register was when he wrapped his arms around you again, giving you that delicious sense of calm that put you to sleep within minutes.

#☀️ kinktober 2022 #smut #male fave #fave x reader #fave x fem reader #fem reader #☀️ fics

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mamaslittlespace · 18 days

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Best Prince

☁︎ this fic is about: Cg!Kirishima x trans!masc!little!reader

☁︎ fic warnings: body dysmorphia, angst comfort, crying, kiri is called dada, he/him pronouns, slipping into little space, kiri being the best.

☁︎ sorry this took so long!! Big me had a lot of problems and had to go away…So I hope this is okay!

☁︎ this was requested by a lovely little! This story is about when the reader gets too stressed about his body that he slips, and dada kiri is there.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you notice everything that is wrong, all the ares you wished you could change. It was hard not feel yourself, or feel comfortable in your body. All day you had been trying on different clothes to make you feel more comfortable but nothing seemed to be working.

Slowly your lip and chin start to quiver, your eyes getting wider and more teary, and your throat began feeling numb. That’s when the switch inside your head went off and little you took over for big you. Sinking to the floor with a sob, all you want is your paci and stuffie. Crawling on the cold floor you go to the area where everything is put up, you’re good a cleaning up! So you grabbed the paci and place it in your mouth immediately and grab the stuffie your dada gave you..

Dada..

As tears trail done you cheeks you look around for him and he’s no where to be seen: this making you tear up more. And you are now out on a mission to find him, as you crawl to the bedroom door and go to twist the nub you hear footsteps in the hallway. A small spark of happiness rushes through you and back away from the door for him to open.

The door creaks open and there he stands, your big and red Cg. He looked down at you quickly with a smile but it fades as soon as he sees your tears. Before you could muffle anything he kneels down and pulls you into his arms while taking a seat in the floor with you, then pulling you closer so he’s holding you. To know you’re safe and protected now it makes you started to really cry, full on sobbing into his chest and getting it all wet but he can’t care less.

While you cry and he runs his hands on your back, rocks you back and forth while making soft wind sounds with his mouth. You feel at home in his arms.

“Wanna tell me what’s got you upset?” His tone is hushed as he move his body to soothe you. His arms feel so warm, and he feels so safe. You sniff and rub your cheeks and eyes of tears but they are failing to stop.

Slowly you start to tell him in pieces of what’s the matter with you. In hiccup and small words at a time, your words messy since you become deeper into little space.

You know what comes next?

He’s going to take care of you and make you feel seen and happy again.

“You are so perfect, my little prince.” He’s kissing your little chubby cheeks. He’s lifting you up and taking you over to your play area to play with any toys and things you want!!

“So little yet so brave! Best boy in all the kingdom.” He’s going to boop your nose. Making you snacks and dinner, play with your toys until you need a nap. And over all he’s going to remind you that no matter what, he’ll protect you. And that you are worthy of feeling confident in yourself.

(Ps. He’s going to want to play castle so you’ll get to be the prince…Make him obey your command for more cookies little ones!)

#age regression #agere fic #little!reader #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #agere #agere community #cg! x reader #cg!mha x reader #little space #cg!kirishima x little!reader #cg! x little!reader #x little!trans!reader #safe space #cg!eijiro kirishima x reader #cg!eijiro kirishima #cg!kirishima

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Albino Enderman hybrid!Etho x lizard hybrid!Bdubs x SA'ed!trans masc!reader

Summary: One last kiss is fine, right? Etho and Bdubs thought so, but they were wrong.

A/N: like Tall Canada man. Am I right? also Reader was SA'ed by someone whos not a hermit. It doesn't sit well with me if a hermit did. they're all so chill and kind

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"Stopppp~!" Y/N giggles as his boyfriends smother him in kisses and a teeny bit of spit. "NeVeR!!" Bdubs chortles with pure chaos. "Pleaseee?" Y/N having a bit of panic but the boys see it as him being silly. "Hmm maybe after a few more kisses Ma chérie." Etho hums kissing his soft jaw.

Y/N kinda shuts down, stiffening and not moving when Etho squishes him to kiss him one last time in kind fun.

"N/N? Y/N? Y/N!" Bdubs whispers as to be as calm as he can as Y/N starts crying and shifting back to Bdubs and shying away from Etho. "Please." Y/N hiccups softly "No. I don't wanna kiss."

Etho looks as horrified as he can with the mask on from one of his partners crying because of him. Bdubs is equally as horrified from Y/N's panic.

"Shh~. It's okay" Bdubs says as he slowly hugs him.

"What did I do!?" Etho panickly wispers to Bdubs "I don't know!" He replys patting the now kinda hyperventilating Y/N. "Please." Y/N whimpers softly. "Y/N?" Etho asks softly. 'Etho? It's Etho! Why is he here? Where am I?' Y/N thinks to himself. "Are you able to talk" "Etho?" Y/N asks in the softest voice Etho and Bdubs has ever heard their loud boyfriend talk in.

"Y-yeah? maybe?" "Why are you crying? What did I do, so I don't ever do it again. I didn't mean too! You're too sweet to hurt. I'm so so so sor-" Etho rambles and cuts off when Y/N opens his mouth then closes it again with a face that shows he's thinking hard.

"Past trauma, Hermoso. Very bad past trauma.-"

(Time skkkkkiiiippppp)

"Oh." Etho and Bdubs say in unison

"Yep." Y/N sniffes. Etho and Bdubs burries Y/N in a hug that turn into cuddles. With the soft particles that emanate from Etho and Bdubs' tail wrapped around him, Y/N slowly lulls to sleep.

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Thanks for reading the fic! I hope it wasn't too detailed in the bad way

also if you were SA'ed too. I have a kind little flower for you <2 🤏⚘

#brooo! I forgot to tag this fic up!#etho x reader #x reader #bdoubleo100 x reader #polyhermits #poly fic #SA tw #CSA tw #vent fic #hurt/comfort fic

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 1 year

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Smutty Valentines: February First

Day one: "is "I just had sex" seriously on your sex playlist?" "What? It's a bop?"

Luis sera x gender neutral reader (masc leaning)

Warnings: illusions to having sex in the beginning, overall a crackfic!

Everything was going rather well. From the rose petals from the entrance of your shared apartment, the nicely cooked Spanish dinner with a bottle of red wine, all the way to the soft sensual music playing in the background in your shared bedroom.

Luis thought tonight would go without any hiccups, given its the first Valentines day that the both of you had together. Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in him that wants you to know how much you enamored him.

So far it was, dinner went perfectly and the both of you were kissing passionately as soft professions of love could be heard between the both of you.

Your hands started undoing his button up shirt, touching his lean torso as he takes off your shirt to touch your form. Playing with his hair, you kept kissing him with the occasional need for air.

Using his free hand, Luis opens the bedroom door just in time for the familiar intro of Akon speaking caused the sexual tension to break between the both of you.

"Is "I "Just Had Sex" seriously on your sex playlist?"

You couldn't help but to let out a laugh at the song being in Luis' playlist. A blush dusts his tanned skin as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck to cover his slight embarrassment before responding.

"What Amour? Its a bop?"

He lets out a chuckle himself before pulling you into a kiss again, walking you towards your shared bed as the both of you continue what was started before Luis was cock blocked by a song by Akon and The Lonely Island.

#queendeeshorrorimagines #smutty valentines 2023 #day one #gender neutral reader (masc leaning #luis sera re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #luis sera imagines #anon request #Spotify #dees arnold palmer

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serenefreakgeekao3 · 1 month

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Fear of Falling

CHAPTER THREE [Masterlist]

Pairing: Hiccup x ftm!reader

Summary: Hiccup recounts everything he's been thinking throughout his meeting with You, then is finally able to take you flying for the first (proper) time!

Tags: carpenter!reader, awkward!Hiccup, mutual pining, Hiccup's POV, first time flying, lunch date

Warnings: slightly obsessive behaviour(?), vague descriptions of dragons fighting

Author’s Note: Hey all! So sorry for my long break on writing this series, but I did recently complete one of the longest multi-chaptered fic I've ever written so I'm rather proud of myself. Anyway, here's the long-awaited Chapter Three! The beginning tends to rehash a little bit of what already happened, so I just hope everyone enjoys regardless!

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HICCUP’S POV

You were an enigma, that was for sure. A Viking with no feel for violence, with no dragon- even homeless until Hiccup finally met you. Really, wouldn't everyone take notice? Wouldn't everyone become borderline obsessed with you?

Hiccup thought he knew everyone his age in Berk. He thought they all flocked together naturally, that his choices of companionship were narrowed down to the few he grew up with. For some reason, the migrating Vikings taking refuge in Berk never seemed to spark the thought- maybe one of them would be his age. Whenever he thought of those incoming Vikings he pictured the big, the burly and old. He never pictured young, timid, and extremely fucking hot.

It was probably unfair of Hiccup to keep you hidden away. It was just that Hiccup needed to relax at some point, needed a place to get away so that everyone wouldn't find him, pester him and ask for more things that he couldn't quite deliver. Being Chief was a lot harder than his father made it out to be. Though, granted, his father had enough practice at it by the time Hiccup was born and was able to notice. He now just wished he'd spent more of his time and attention learning than admiring.

But that day- the first day he met you in that carpenter's shed- had been a complete accident. Hiccup couldn't help but take notice once his fear of Astrid discovering him slacking off died down. The way you held yourself, the mysterious aura surrounding you, the silence that portrayed real thought into the words you’d said; it all captured him. Enraptured him.

Suddenly Hiccup found himself a lot more willing to participate in the town’s rebuilding, if only he could have the chance to glance over and see you. He found himself almost unconsciously walking toward the shed constantly- sometimes entering to find it empty, other times turning himself around before he made it so he could just prove to himself that he had a modicum of self-control.

The day Astrid noticed you, Hiccup knew that his time was running short. He had wanted to keep things the way they were. A secret, someone to keep hidden away from the others so you wouldn’t realize just how awfully average Hiccup was compared to the rest of his friends. He didn't want to give up this newfound companionship, especially before it ever had a chance to grow into anything. So once Hiccup discovered your homelessness, suddenly he had a plan! If Hiccup helps you build a house, you'd have plenty of time together, and no one could argue that he was hiding away from his job!

The month it took to build your house was not only one of the most fun times he could remember for a long while, but it was also the longest stretch of time that he’d gone without riding Toothless. Hiccup could tell that Toothless was becoming antsy, and even Hiccup, himself, was itching for the freedom of flight. However, Hiccup didn’t want to lose any more time with you than he absolutely needed to, which was why he waited. Until he finally met your dragon- until he could oh-so-casually bring up flying and mention you both should ride together. Hiccup even had a few places he wanted to show off- beautiful locations that he thought you might admire.

Then, he proceeded to find out that you didn’t have a dragon, either! After this long living in Berk, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to have their own companion like that? But you didn’t want to, had some sort of notion that the right dragon would just ‘find you’ somehow. Even Hiccup, himself, had to shoot Toothless out of the sky for them to meet and grow any closer! It baffled him, but Hiccup didn’t really find himself minding all that much. If you didn’t have a dragon and ever needed to go anywhere, then he would jump at the chance to help you.

He didn’t really question his infatuation with you, at first. Being borderline obsessed with you, wanting to be near you all of the time, of course it wasn’t romantic. He’d felt romantic feelings before- with Astrid, even though it didn’t work out between the two of them- and this felt nowhere near the same. It took a couple- okay, maybe a few- people suggesting he did feel that way for him to sit down and think on it. That… Maybe his relationship with Astrid didn’t work out because he hadn’t actually liked her romantically, he’d just been envious of her skills and admired her absolute strength and resolve. That maybe his feelings for you might actually be more than just…

That was always where his brain stalled, halting his train of thought. He couldn’t put his finger quite on how he felt. There was so much going on inside his head when he’d thought of you. Protection, though you didn’t need any. Wanting to provide for you, anything you’d want or need, though you were perfectly capable of getting anything for yourself. He wanted to make you laugh, hear your thoughts, learn more about you. He wanted to learn so much about you, his curiosity was endless. The more he learned, the more he still yearned to know.

He ended up getting so distracted, though, that he was no longer just ‘taking breaks’ from being Chief to hang out with you. He finally had to admit he was completely neglecting his duties. He still did a few things here and there every day, but it was nowhere near the amount he was supposed to be doing. Astrid had finally cornered him in his house before he could sneak out, locking the door by knocking over a bookshelf in front of it. It was a hard wake-up call, but one he sorely needed. Berk was still being hunted, after all.

He’d wanted to say bye to you, but he couldn’t think of a way to do it without sounding too attached. Of course, he’d see you again, the scouting shouldn’t take too long. Or so he had thought. Once he was out flying again, everything else seemed to fade away. He scoured the entire area nearby- until he’d found what he was looking for, unfortunately. A raiding party sailing a tad too close to New Berk, and he knew he needed to throw them off their track. It’d taken a week, but he managed to plant enough false evidence that they’d switched their track and began sailing toward a separate island, far off.

He watched for another two days just to make sure- which was when he’d run into the man running the entire business. Grimmel the Grisly, the man who was responsible for wiping out the entirety of the Night Furies (or so he’d heard, during his stealthy informational gathering missions). He was a smart man, immediately clinging to the fact that they’d been led astray. Hiccup had to get creative if he wanted to lead them further away anymore, and it took a lot longer than he’d hoped.

All the while, every night that he’d finally camped out, curled against Toothless, he’d thought of you. Wondered what you were doing, if you’d been working that day or if you took the breaks that Hiccup had been trying to force you to take regularly. He wondered if you’d kept up your whittling, if you had made anything else since he’d last seen you. Of course, he’d intersperse those thoughts with wonderings of his friends, or the village. But your face was always the last thing in his mind’s eye before he fell asleep.

By the time he felt comfortable enough to come back home, he realized he’d been gone for nearly a month’s time. That’s what he’d figured, anyway, when he added all the tick marks he’d made every time he camped. As New Berk began to come into view, Hiccup leaned to the side, pushing Toothless to fly closer to the forest instead of the ocean. He’d just wanted to see your house, reassure himself that it hadn’t burnt down, and taken you with it, while he was gone. Of course, it was still standing. Toothless cried out as he flew above the house, and Hiccup laughed out loud, shaking his head.

“Can’t hide anything from you, bud, can I?”

Touching down in the town close to sunset, he was immediately swarmed. They’d decided on a feast in the Great Hall to celebrate their Chief’s return, so he was ushered inside with the crowd. He kept glancing over toward the footpath he knew led to your cabin, but it was dark and soon he was surrounded by the warmth and light of the Great Hall. He was pushed further to the back as more and more people entered the building, making way for everyone to feast. Drinks began to pour as meat was thrown onto the fire, and suddenly everything else fell away as Hiccup was ensconced in his typical home life. With how much everyone was celebrating his return, he began to wonder if he’d worried them all.

Meeting eyes with you across the Great Hall had nearly stopped his heart in his chest. You were here! After all the times he had offered and begged for you to come down here and eat with him- and his friends, of course- for you to just turn him down? Now you were here! Did you know he had returned? Had word gotten back to you so quickly? He stumbled as he rushed to stand, to at least try to meet you halfway, but he knocked his tankard over and he heard Astrid gasp in shock. He turned, cursing under his breath as he tried his best to clean up his spill and apologize to his friend. He knew his friends could see his awkward stumbling and rambling, something he thought he had grown out of already. He felt embarrassed, but he’d feel any sort of way if it meant you were there with him.

Dinner was distracting, but the thought of you walking home alone was even more so. As he’d stared into that darkness, down the forest path that led to your home, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get any sort of rest without knowing you were home safe. He said as much, looking deep into your eyes. He really missed your eyes- in fact he hadn’t realized the colour was quite that shade, like his mind had slowly began to forget about it in the time he’d been away. He didn’t quite know how he felt about that… (Bad. He felt very bad about that.)

After walking you home and having an intense discussion, he hadn’t quite wanted to leave. However, you had agreed to go flying the next day, finally! He couldn’t wait for tomorrow, so he was eager to sleep and pass the time. He hadn’t even bothered to walk home, jumping on the back of Toothless as soon as your door had closed behind him. He didn’t know you were watching him fly off from your window, but just the same, you didn’t know he was holding that little figurine of his father in his hands during the flight. It was amazingly crafted, so detailed and correct in its design. He was enamoured.

Sleep took him rather quickly once he’d settled down, having had a long day. As he woke, bright and early in the morning, Astrid was already trying to knock his door down with her pounding. He rushed over and opened the door before she genuinely knocked the door in, and he saw Toothless peaking at him over her shoulder. She informed him, correctly so, that he needed to give an update to her and the other riders. He agreed, making his way down toward town. The meeting was held toward the centre of town, closer to the cliffs than the Great Hall, and in the presence of their tight-knit group of dragon riders, along with their dragons.

Just as the meeting was ending, and Hiccup was petting Toothless as congratulations for not getting into any trouble while they were busy, he heard your voice. He turned quickly at the sound of his name, smiling brightly. You were dressed differently than normal- tighter clothes, with long sleeves to cover your arms, your tight pants tucked into your boots. You had gotten dressed for the occasion, and Hiccup was not complaining.

“You ready then?” He asked, unable to keep the excitement from his voice. The rest of the riders had been wandering away already, in groups or alone to their own destination, but Astrid stood nearby as she brushed Stormfly. He could tell she was eavesdropping, even if she did a good job of pretending she wasn’t. He could see the hesitancy in your eyes, dropping his hands from Toothless’ back and wandering closer to you.

“Uh,” You began, clearing your throat, “Yeah. Sure.”

“Hey,” Hiccup begins quietly, reaching forward to take your hand in his. “It’ll be okay, I promise. We’ll be there every step of the way.” You were staring deep into his eyes before suddenly bursting out laughing. Hiccup draws back slightly, confused.

“Yeah,” You raise a hand, wiping your face. “I sure hope you’ll both be there every step of the way. You’re sort of my ride.” Hiccup chuckles too, embarrassed, and pulls his hand away. Of course, he fails at comforting you, saying the wrong thing-

You reached quickly to take his hand once again, taking a small step forward into his personal space. He breathes in a quiet gasp at the proximity as you begin to whisper. “No, but, thank you Hiccup. Your confidence is reassuring.” As you step back bashfully, taking your hand back to rub the back of your head, Hiccup lets out his breath slowly. He can feel his cheeks are hot- was he really blushing?

“Y-Yeah,” Hiccup tries, stuttering slightly before clearing his throat. “Of course.” He turns to look around awkwardly, unsure what to do. Then he meets Toothless’ eyes, who bobs his head up and down in encouragement. Taking a deep breath, he finally turns back to you with a large smile, holding his hand out. “Ready?”

You eye his hand for a moment, and he wonders what you’re thinking. Then you reach out, grasping his hand firmly with a resolute nod. Hiccup swallows, feeling butterflies fill his stomach as he begins to gently pull you by the hand, leading you closer to Toothless. He brings you to the front, looking at his giant doe eyes and smiling at him. “Hey bud,” Hiccup starts, pulling you closer. “You know him already, don’t you?” He brings their joined hands closer, and you both watch as Toothless sniffs them, then lowers his head. “Okay, flat palm, like this,” Hiccup whispers, unfolding your hand before gently pulling you forward again, placing your palm on his snout.

Hiccup watched as your pinched, nervous face slowly eased up. You were relaxing, and soon enough he let go of you to let you handle it on your own. You began to slowly pet Toothless, and Hiccup could tell his dragon was enjoying the attention. Tiny purrs emanated from him, his tail wagging slowly and his spines shimmying on the top. You moved closer, pulling your other hand up to scratch at his chin how Hiccup usually does, and he couldn’t hold back his smile. Hiccup watched, entranced, as you took to Toothless quicker than he’d ever seen. Maybe Hiccup’s own personal connection to you helped- though, he did quite remember Toothless being not so fond of Astrid back then when Hiccup thought he liked her.

Once you chuckled and finally backed away, there was a light in your eyes that Hiccup couldn’t place, but adored. He hoped he could find you your own dragon soon if only to see this light in your eyes more often. Nodding, he takes your hand quickly, excitedly, and leads you around to the side. He lifts his prosthetic leg, hooking it into its holder before swinging himself easily up and over onto the saddle. He leans over completely, holding a hand out to help you up. You look hesitant once again but take his hand easily. You’re unsure of your footing at first, but you inevitably make your way up onto the saddle, sitting close behind Hiccup.

Toothless looks back, sharing a look with Hiccup, and he can’t help but huff out a whisper, “Okay, gentle now, bud.”

That must’ve been the first time that Toothless actually listened.

Toothless began a gentle jaunt off toward the edge of the cliff, widening his wingspan out and letting himself just jog right off the edge of the cliff. Hiccup heard your gasp, felt your arms tightening around his torso- felt his own cheeks heat up again- but you didn’t seem scared, or panicked. Your grip slowly loosened during the glide, and eventually, he heard a soft little, “Oh,” Emanate from you that tightened his chest. You were enjoying it! You were enjoying flying, just like he thought you would, and now he was finally able to share the thing he was most passionate about with you!

The wind blew through his hair, and the feeling of flying was incredible. He felt free, even while your arms were wrapped around him. Even more so, knowing it was you. It was as if he could feel his heart growing more and more. He couldn’t get enough of this, of you. The sun was still rising over the horizon once they flew far enough over the expanse of the ocean, and he could hear your quiet amazement at the sight. Hiccup let go of the saddle in front of him, spreading his arms out wide.

The flight lasted a long time, mostly silent with bits and pieces of conversation thrown in. Mostly things like, “You do this all the time?” Or “I never realized how freeing this would feel!” Hiccup wanted to throw his arms up and dance around in victory, but with sitting on Toothless- and still wanting to look cool in front of you- he managed to restrain himself. Just barely. However, it was getting close to noon when he decided they should land somewhere nearby for lunch. They’d definitely flown out farther than Hiccup had meant to, realizing this just as the Fogfall came into view.

“What’s that?” He heard your question and drew in a tense breath, leaning back into you to speak clearer.

“We’ve taken to calling it the Fogfall.” The view was immaculate, in all honesty. At the top, of it all is a tall island- similar to New Berk in a way- but halfway down the mountain was an abnormally large cave opening, spewing a thick, roiling fog that fell all the way down toward the ocean. A large portion of the water is obscured, with just the hints of a large craggy bottom on the outskirts of the fog. “We try to stay away from it. No one that’s gone inside has ever come out.”

“Oh,” You mumble, but looking back Hiccup could tell how entranced you were by the sight. Directing Toothless, who seemed wary of the place himself but acquiesced, the group of you began to make your way down to a small and short island off to the side of Fogfall. The island- if you could even call it that- was mainly just a rock formation jutting out of the ocean, but it had a nice plush spot of grass on top, large enough for your group to make themselves at home comfortably. And it gave a great view of Fogfall, one that you seemed to immediately be interested in after you were helped off of Toothless’ back.

Hiccup busied himself while your back was turned, reaching into the saddlebag on Toothless’ side, tossing him a fish that he catches mid-air before pulling out the rest. The lunch that he had prepared for them- he wasn’t much of a cook himself, but he had hoped that you’d be out long enough to have a picnic. It was one of the things he most looked forward to if he was honest. It almost felt like a date- but he knew it wasn’t! He totally knew it wasn’t a date, as much as he wanted it to be. But he could at least pretend, in his own head, for a little bit.

You turned around just as Hiccup laid the last of the food out on a blanket he had spread on the ground. He heard your surprised gasp, and he felt himself preen under your gaze. “I just thought you might be hungry, after flying for so long?” He smiled, plopping down unsteadily onto one side of the blanket. He reaches over, grabs a leg of meat and waves it toward you in a come hither motion. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

“That looks delectable,” You whisper, and while the Fogfall was nearby it provided no noise so Hiccup was able to hear you easily. He could hear Toothless behind him, probably bending himself backwards trying to sniff at his saddlebag for more fish. Just as you made your way to sit down on the other side of the blanket, Toothless huffed and moved to plop down next to Hiccup. He laughed, pushing his dragon’s head playfully.

“Okay, you big brute. I might’ve brought a snack for you, but if you’re still hungry you can go hunt down below. There’s plenty of fish in the sea.” Toothless lifted a gaze and met his eyes, then ‘subtly’ flicked his gaze toward Y/N and back, as if asking Hiccup if he’ll be alright. Hiccup could feel his blush forming, hoping you hadn’t noticed the exchange. He just pushes against Toothless’ head again, awkwardly laughing. “Well, go on then, if you must.”

Toothless stood, giving himself a full body shake before taking a running leap off of the edge of the cliff. Hiccup grinned, looking over toward you from the corner of his eye. You were already digging in, pulling a bread roll apart to stuff with meat. He bit his lip, unsure of what to say or do. What do people usually do on dates? On non-dates, he reminded himself. Shaking his head, he sits up straighter and waves his drumstick about.

“Did I ever tell you the story of how Toothless and I met?”

Lunch has passed rather uneventfully, though absolutely pleasantly. Hiccup told stories of his past- of Old Berk, and his father, and how everyone always did the right thing in the end- and he had your rapt attention the entire time. You asked appropriate questions, in his opinion, and gasped at the right parts that made him feel like the best storyteller of all the Vikings. He felt like he could talk with you forever, but with your food as nothing but crumbs left between you, he didn’t know how else to prolong your time together. You didn’t exactly seem in any hurry to get going either, staring into Hiccup’s eyes with a look he couldn’t decipher, but wished he could.

You suddenly looked away, almost bashfully if he had to put an adjective to it, and Hiccup tilted his head in response. Your fingers began toying with your shirt, stretching and contracting in a way that Hiccup wondered if you were wishing for your whittling tools. He supposed you hadn’t expected to need them while out flying. You began to idly play with one of the straps along your legs, undoing the buckle and retightening it. The silence had been comfortable around the two of you for a few minutes, so the next words absolutely surprised Hiccup to no end.

“So what about you and Astrid?”

Hiccup had to blink a few times, letting that question sink in. You seemed to curl more and more into yourself the longer he was silent, so he jumped to answer without fully thinking it through. “What? What about me and Astrid? You mean why she’s my second in command?” Your shoulders slumped, and a pouting look crossed your face that absolutely didn’t send Hiccup’s heart fluttering in his chest (He’s decided to keep lying to himself about that).

“No,” You almost stuttered on the word, pulling the strap too tight before loosening it once again, buckling it and moving to the one on your other leg. No matter how far Hiccup ducked his head, he still couldn’t manage to meet your eyes. “Like,” You huffed, and Hiccup began to wonder if saying this was hard for you. He wondered why. “Everyone at the village, when I first arrived, was betting on when ‘Chief Hiccup’ would propose to Astrid. Then one day, it all suddenly stopped. It was jarring, honestly. It was all anyone ever talked about, then abruptly it was something everyone avoided.”

Hiccup blinked a few times. Then a few times more. His brain wasn’t processing what you were saying, what you were insinuating. Then, it hit him like a dragon to the face. He pulled in a deep breath, widening his eyes unconsciously. You thought he was still dating Astrid?

“No,” Hiccup practically shouted, then cleared his throat, and he could feel a massive blush lighting his face. Now he was glad you weren’t looking directly at him, it would only make his embarrassment worse. “No, we- uh,” He rubs the back of his head, furrowing his brows. “How do I say this…” You finished buckling the second strap, but your fingers idled on the leather without any real intention. You weren’t looking at him, but it was clear you were listening. “We were together, for a while. And, well, yeah- everyone kept trying to push us to get married quickly.

“I assume they wanted me to settle down, to stop flying out away from the town so much, and figured that’d do it? Or maybe they were just hoping for my happiness?” Hiccup huffs, shaking his head, “No, that’s not the point. We were together, and with everyone pushing and pushing for me to ask for her hand, even Astrid herself, it really got me thinking. I was complacent. I was with her because I had admired and envied her strength and resolve; she’s really a wonderful woman. But I didn’t-” He huffs, lowering his gaze to the grass, letting his fingers begin plucking them from the earth. “I don’t like her romantically. It took me a long time to realize that, as I hadn’t really felt romantic attraction before, at that point.”

You finally lifted your eyes, looking up at him through a hooded gaze. You bit your lip and Hiccup felt himself still entirely, tensing himself to be sure he didn’t jump forward to place those lips on his own. He really, definitely, never felt this way before. “At that point?” You repeated his last bit as a question, tilting your head to the side just slightly. Hiccup was breathless for a moment, unable to answer. Was this it? It certainly looked like this was it, that you might share what he was feeling. And why not ask? Why not just go ahead, go for it? Hiccup was nothing if not brave, he’s come to learn. Or, tries to be anyway.

He opens his mouth, unsure what was about to come out but ready for it anyway, when he’s suddenly tackled to the ground. A large dragon tongue licks up his body and he groans, pushing Toothless off of him. “Gah, bud! You know dragon spit doesn’t come out!” He sits up, moving to stand, and begins to flick his arms to the side to get rid of the globules. “And it smells like fish, really bud?” He huffs, shaking his head. He’d practically forgotten you were there until you sidled up right next to him, holding the picnic blanket the two of you had just been sitting on up toward him.

“May I?” Your voice is quiet, but it stilled Hiccup anyway. He nods, unsure what he’s agreeing to. You bring the blanket closer and press it against Hiccup’s chest and- oh, you were just offering to help clean his suit. His face heats, a blush deepening on his cheeks the more you rub that cloth against him, and eventually he places a hand on your own, stopping your movements. He watches your throat flex as you swallow hard from the contact.

“I think I can get the rest from here, thank you,” Hiccup whispers, his voice rough as he stares into your eyes. A brilliant shade of pink lights up your own cheeks, and Hiccup wishes he had his artbook with him so he could draw this moment. He wishes he could find the right leaves or rocks, anything to create the right pigment, the right shade of pink that would match. He takes his time cleaning himself up, then begins to finally make his way over to Toothless. The dragon was giving him a look that he hoped you wouldn’t be able to decipher. Toothless was finally realizing what he’d just interrupted and looked both bashful and gleeful at the opportunity to tease Hiccup about it later. “Not a word, bud,” Hiccup whispers as he passes, stuffing the blanket into Toothless’ soggy saddlebag.

As he spun around, ready to clap his hands, he stopped before making a noise. You had your back turned once more, staring up toward the Fogfall. Seeing the thick moisture gave Hiccup an uneasy feeling he couldn’t quite place, even through his knowledge of its danger. He approaches you slowly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You still jump, but relax once meeting his eyes, turning to look back at the view.

“I don’t know why,” You begin, biting your lip before continuing, “But I seem drawn to it. It’s beautiful.” Hiccup shifted uneasily on his feet, shooting it one last glance before turning to face you directly.

“We should get going. It’s a long way back.” You nodded slowly, then sighed and turned to face Hiccup with a sweet smile.

“I’m ready.”

It was much the same as before, with Hiccup hopping on first and hoisting you up behind him. He felt the pressure of you wrapping your arms around his chest and hoped you wouldn’t feel the fluttering of his heart underneath your hands. He commanded Toothless to take flight, who ran toward the edge and glided off gently, still keeping his flight speed lowered as an act of kindness for you. Toothless began a wide arc, flying higher into the air without jarring you, and Hiccup couldn’t help but look back down toward Fogfall one last time.

Looking at that powerful fog, Hiccup flashes back to being a kid, the first time that he’d really met Toothless. That first ride with Astrid, when Toothless was summoned back to the alpha’s cave, flying through that thick fog that he could only see the nearest dragons to him, rather than the entire horde that had surrounded him. It was terrifying, in all honesty, the idea that while inside a fog so thick, you wouldn’t be able to see anything coming. Toothless slowly flew overhead, everyone looking down to admire the beautiful but deadly view. That must’ve been why no one had noticed his approach.

It was happening before anyone knew it- a large dragon, bigger than Toothless and crimson red in colour- had flown strikingly fast down toward them from their blind spot. As Toothless and Hiccup tried to regain their balance, Hiccup realized something rather quickly- they were trying to knock Hiccup off of his back! He took a firmer hold, glaring up toward this hostile newcomer. He heard your terrifying yelp, reaching back to steady you before slinking low toward the saddle. Then, he saw who was riding the red dragon.

“Didn’t realize any Nightfuries survived!” The antagonistic man called down, standing on the large dragon with a cruel smile on his face, hanging at an angle with a staff in hand curved around his dragon’s horn. Grimmel the Grisly. “Time to fix that.”

The dragon, while large, was still quite nimble. Toothless was faster, but with the added weight of an additional body other than Hiccup, he couldn’t fight or dodge to his fullest potential. Your face was buried into Hiccup’s back, arms tight around Hiccup’s torso as Toothless dodged around, the gleaming claws of the red dragon aiming directly for Hiccup every time. Toothless’ screech fills the air as he readies a bolt toward them, but just as he manages to aim and release, the dragon flies downward, then back up toward them with added speed.

They manage to knock into Toothless, the claws reaching out and coming close to Hiccup but just missing. However, that’s when Hiccup feels something that stops his heart. He felt lighter, colder- your grip had disappeared. Hiccup looked frantically around, spotting you at last. You were falling. Falling. The thing he’d promised you wouldn’t do- the thing he said he’d absolutely always protect you from! Ignoring Grimmel, he immediately directed Toothless downward. Faster, and faster, but you were falling too quick and he wouldn’t make it- Toothless wasn’t quick enough! Your arms were outstretched toward Hiccup, and he wanted more than anything to grab them and hoist you back up but you were too far away.

“Y/N!” Hiccup screamed, just as you were swallowed by the whiteness of the fog. Toothless pulled up short, stopping just above the fog. “No! No, go get him!” Hiccup tries to urge Toothless forward, but the dragon refuses to obey, scanning the whiteness around them with searching eyes. Hiccup growls out, they’re wasting time! He unhooks his prosthetic from the stirrup, swinging over and making to jump off of his back. He didn’t expect Toothless to catch him immediately, yelping out in fear. “No! Let go!” Hiccup kicked his legs around, pounding at Toothless’ arms. “Let me go! Let me save him!”

You were swallowed by the fog, descending into the abyss that no one had ever escaped from. And Hiccup was powerless to save you…

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multiqts · 2 years

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Can I request a sub Sirius Black x reader please

Put on a Show

Pairing: Sirius Black x masc!reader

Warnings: Explicit themes, dom/sub themes, smut, dom!reader, sub!Sirius, modern au, subspace, long distance, daddy kink, phone sex

Description: You are away and Sirius calls you needy. You tell him that if he wants to cum, he has to put on a show.

Word Count: ???

A/N: Thank you for request anon! I hope you like it :)

Your phone buzzed vigorously in your pocket. You pulled it out and checked the caller id. It was Sirius trying to video call you. You quickly exited the elevator and made your way to your room. Once you got to the door, you answered the call.

"Hey, Siri," You smiled at the camera. He weakly returned the smile,

"Daddy," he whined. You knew that whine from anywhere. He was starting to get foggy and needed you to snap him out of it. You closed the door behind you and asked.

"What do you need my sweet prince?"

"I'need daddy." He slurred. You faked a pout and told him.

"Well, y'know daddy's not gonna be there for a while hun." That drove him further into his hole but not in the way you wanted.

"I know, but I miss you s'much." His voice creaked and he looked down away from the camera. He was trying desperately to hide the flush reaching his face as the tears formed. You wanted to be there as much as he did, but you weren't going to be able to return until tomorrow and even then the flight would be another 10 hours.

"Look at me Sirius." He slowly raised his hand, his wet, black eyes met yours. "Aw my poor puppy, you really miss daddy that much?"

"I miss you so much, daddy." He hiccuped.

"And, daddy misses you too Siri." Your fake pout slowly became real.

"I'm so full daddy. M'tummy is so tight." He squirmed in his seat. "I need to cum."

"You need to cum?" You saw him shake his head. "Then show me." His brows furrowed. "Show me you want to cum. If you give me a pretty enough show, you can come." His brows raised in excitement. He grabbed the laptop and scurried to the bedroom. He put the computer down on the mattress and got on his knees in front of the screen.

"H-how should I cum daddy?" He asked innocently.

"How do you want to cum?" You could see the cogs turn in his head. He had so many ideas in his head and he started to grind into his forearms while thinking. You brought him back to reality by calling his name.

"Can I play with my ass daddy?" He whimpered.

"Mmm, go ahead you nodded. He got up from the bed and walked to your 'special' drawer he pulled out a big dildo. He moaned when he turned it on and felt the toy move and vibrate in his hands. He jumped back on the bed with the toy and a bottle of lube. Sirius then pulled down his pants to reveal a pair of black lacey panties. He realized quickly that you had seen them. He looked down at the panties and looked back to you to try to explain. "I'm sorry daddy but I missed you so much and it made me feel good to have them on. I know it was naughty but-"

"Sirius, it's alright, keep them on." He nodded and started to apply some lube to the toy while it was still whirring. He bent over, trying to keep his ass in the shot. Sirius used one hand to pull the lace panties to the side and used the other to push the lubricated toy into his tight hole. He groaned hungrily as the toy pushed back the ring of muscle.

"Slowly." You reminded, and he obeyed. Once it was all the way in him, he held it there for a second. You couldn't see it, but his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He pulled it out and repeated. The cycle continued with Sirius slowly picking up the pace until there was no time between the toy bottoming out and him pulling it out. He kept going at this speed until he was shaking and all he could do other than fuck himself and babble about cumming. Soon, you gave in. "Doing so good for me Sirius, so pretty; cum." He thanked you profusely as cum ran down his trembling legs. He held the toy down his ass all the while. Soon, the overstimulation became too much and he sharply pulled the toy out. It was quiet now. The only audible sound was Sirius panting. You chuckled. "You've really been holding back huh, Siri." He nodded lazily.

" 'Wanted to be good for you, daddy. 'Always good for daddy."

"Yes you are, baby." You smiled. "Daddy's so proud of their good boy for only cumming when he's told." Sirius moved his face out of frame and whined bashfully.

"Thank you daddy," He finally said. He turned his whole body around and faced the camera. "Now, If you'll excuse me, I have to go tidy up." You nodded.

"Bye, Sirius."

"Bye, Y/N." And then, he hung up.

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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transmasc anon again with another request >:-)

maybe jayvik + transmasc reader where the reader is stressed about an upcoming event and jayce and viktor decide to help them out! (and maybe jayce is trans as well? you can do whatever, but i rarely see any trans jayce content hehe)

This meme was so rushed but it still stands

Fixer upper

🍋 NSFW

pairing: trans! jayvik X trans masc! reader

Warning: AFAB bodies for all parties, surgical scars, strap on Viktor, oral/ blowjobs, minor sir kink, threesome, penetration, praise kink, Dom! Viktor, Switch! reader and Sub! Jayce

I wanted to show off different trans bodies so - as an extra warning incase of dysphoria; Viktor has only gone on hormones and has not had any surgeries. Jayce has done both - surgery and hormones.

It's up to you as the reader to imagine what you've been through and what stage of transition you've gone or if you have at all. Because you don't need to do all the medical stuff to be trans!

In this blog we love and respect all trans bodies, no matter how you dress or look you are what you identify as and no one can tell you otherwise!

It didn't take a genius to figure out you were stressed.

It took two geniuses.

Viktor peered over at jayce, Nudging his head in your direction. Jayce followed and they both looked at you. Hunched over your desk, head in hands, as you scribbled all over different papers. Both of them knew it was time to intervene when you started throwing paper balls into the trash.

"(Y/N), dear?" Viktor called out, taking off the goggles on his head as he stood up. "Are you okay?"

They both came to your side. Looking down at with concern. Jayce was more direct. He pulled your seat back with a loud scrape. Picking you up and began to cradle you to his chest. You sputtered protests until his hand patted the back of your head.

You weren't sure why that broke you but you quickly hugged his neck. Sobbing into his shoulder, sniffing every 5 seconds so you wouldn't ruin his uniform.

"There there, babe, what's got you like this?" He slightly bounced you in his arms.

Viktor rolled his eyes as he stood by the two of you. Rubbing his hand on your hand in slow smooth circles.

"it's just-" you hiccuped as you tried to form your words.

"I've been trying all week to get these event plans sorted but I just- I just can't do it!"

You sobbed harder as your own failures stabbed at your gut. You wanted to impress the counsel. Be more than just some assistant; this event had to be perfect. It was celebrating the first anniversary of the Hex Tech discovery. You wanted to show your boyfriend's how much they meant to you and Piltover AND impress the counsel.

It was obviously too much for you. You kept having all these ideas but none of them fit. It was messy. Chaotic. This needed to be on standard to progress day or the galas they hold. The best of the best!

Viktor took a few of your papers. Reading over the ideas and mock up designs for decoration. He hummed as he tried to find any matching patterns in your ideas. Anything you kept going back to or something similar. See what you gave more attention than others.

Jayce kissed your head as he watched his boyfriend think. A knowing smile on his face as Viktors eyes brightened.

"I 'tink I know how we can help."

You peered over to him, taking a big sniff. "H-how?"

He waved your papers. "It's a event for us, no? I think we both would have good input on what would fit."

"But it's supposed to be a surprise! I want you two to feel special."

"it's hard not to already feel special when I got you as my partner." Jayce cooed, leaning his cheek on your head.

"i have to agree with Jayce, besides, all these parties are becoming predictable - boring, far too formal for either of us."

"yeah! If there's anyone who knows how to bring life to a party, it's you."

You nodded your head. Wiping away your tears as you thanked them. Happy to have such amazing boyfriends to be by your side.

Okay this was it! You're going to show just how amazing you are! You'll blow their minds so hard they'll always come to you for advice! This will be a night to remember!

LET'S DO THIS THING!!!

You were about to throw yourself into your chair until you remembered what position you were in.

"uh- Jayce- sweetie, you can put me down now."

He reluctantly did so, allowing you to get back to your desk as you moved all your previous ideas to the side. Grabbing a new sheet of paper and grinned.

It was a long process. Trail and error in every detail. Your partner's working hard to test anything more scientific they could add to your designs. Even going out of their way to make props to make the event come to life.

Viktor once again showed he was the chaotic one out of the three of you. Laughing despite having a machine explode in his face as he held up what was left of it. Exclaiming it was almost complete.

Jayce knew a good party. He helped you with food, snacks and drinks. Even sliding over home made recipes from his mother to add to the ever growing list of dishes. And who were you turn down his mother's cooking? It was the best!

Neither you or Viktor allowed jayce to be in charge of the music. Whilst jayce had a decent taste - you both knew he'd use it as an excuse to bring his lute. And no one wanted to experience that. That lute was going to stay in his room.

But it was finally time. You took in a deep breath as you opened the doors. Refusing to look inside until you were a few steps in.

"Before we begin this celebration, We'd like to thank the one who set this all up, Mr (L/N)! our thanks goes to you." Jayce cheered.

He was always the spokes person. Viktor stayed closer to the shadows, he didn't mind. Those two were polar opposites - jayce was desperate to be acknowledged, to be shown he was making people happy and proud. He was doing a good job and people liked him. A people pleaser to the end. Meanwhile Viktor was more sure in himself and his goals, he wanted what was best for Zaun, he didn't need these peoples praise. He was focused on his home and his people.

You supposed you leaned more towards jayce in that regard. You were from the edge of Piltover, you were looked down for it. You were still better off than most but not enough to be respected. Often times having to get things imported from Zaun because it was more affordable. You wanted people to like and respect you. Prove to them you were someone worth seeing.

But due to your upbringing, you couldn't help but side with Viktor. Many of piltovers progress was being wasted on well- Piltover. It already had so much. It wasn't Sharing it's progress with brother nation. The people who actually needed help weren't getting it.

But that was what hex tech was all about. Bringing change. Making Zaun a better place and opening Piltovers eyes.

You picked up a glass from a nearby tray, holding it up as your boyfriends did the same. The crowd following along as they applauded you. You rushed down the steps and finally took a good look at your hard work. You were already impressed by all your efforts but seeing it put together like this? With music and actual people enjoying themselves? It made the whole thing feel so much different.

Crowds in awe as they dropped blue sugar crystals made to look like hex gems into their champagne; turning it a vibrant blue as it fizzled. Others were showing off the platter dishes, It rotated and revealed it's many layers with just a push of a button.

Flowers decorated the edges of the room, matching it's theme of blue, red, white and gold. A band in the corner waiting for their cue. Fake Crystals and gems dangled from the ceiling, just high enough to not hurt anyone even for the tallest of guests.

Fireworks were planned for later on in the night.

Everything just seemed to glow. The entire room was sparkling with life. Your body slumped as relief flooded through you. You were so happy it turned out so well.

A gentle tap knocked you out of your thoughts, you spun around to see Mel standing behind you. A glass of blue champion in hand.

"You've out done yourself, I'll expecting great things from you in the future." She smiled, tipping her head before walking off.

You drowned out jayces words as he went on with his speech. You've already heard it a thousands time before. He didn't show but Jayce was more of an introvert. He was bubbly and social to those he was close with. Often clingy at times. But in crowds? He was a nervous wreck. Drained easily and sometimes, he'd look at a room feel his battery die. But he was the golden boy; everyone wanted to hear from him.

Viktor was charming. Once he was in his element there was no stopping him. If more people gave him the time of day he'd easily sweep conversations - letting jayce relax his straining cheeks.

You loved them for this. They complimented each other so well; you were surprised how much alike you all were in different aspects. Finding a common ground in comfort and understanding. It's what drew you all together. All of you making a perfect pair to each others puzzle piece.

"He'll get swarmed as soon as he leaves that stage." Viktors voice rung in your ears.

Your head whipped as you looked between the stage and him. "Aren't you supposed to be up there, too?"

"I don't 'tink anyone notice my disappearance."

You huffed. Glaring at the crowd. They both deserved recognition. Even if Viktor didn't seek it - he was still one of the brilliant minds behind Hex tech. He was the one who helped jayce in the first place.

"No need, besides, it just means the two of us can perhaps go-" his hand trailed up your back. Leaning down so his mouth was by your ear.

"-somewhere more private."

You chuckled, smacking his chest. "Really? Now? Come on, Vik."

He kissed your earlobe. Golden eyes scorching your skin as he looked you up and down. You whined softly, trying not to make too much noise as you were still in public. You searched the crowd but everyone was far too focused on your other boyfriend to notice.

Your eyes met jayce and he looked over at Viktor. You smiled giving him a small wave, Viktor doing the same. you could see the confliction. His feet moving in impulse but he remembered where he needed to be. He missed out a whole paragraph of his speech as he fumbled through the rest. Now eager to join the two of you.

As soon as he stepped off he was swarmed. People wanting handshakes, offers for projects, to congratulate him and so on. He tried to answer each question as he walked through the sea of people. Calling over Sky with an apologetic expression as he told people to mark in any appointments they had with her.

Some still disregarded his words and tried to get a one on one with him but he rushed off. Apologizing to each one as he finally freed himself. Jogging up to you two with a smile. His hands grabbed both of your waist and ushered you all off to one of the spare rooms near by.

As soon as you were all inside he slumped against the door. Letting out a sigh of relief.

"Popular as always." Viktor chimed up. An amused smile on his face as he kissed his cheek.

Jayce immediately melted. The stress clinging to him fading away as you joined in. Both of you kissing his face.

"You did amazing, I'm so proud of you, Jayce." You smiled.

If there was one way to fix his dying battery it was praise and affection. Tonight was going to be a long night for all of you. Your hand slid down his front, buttoning his vest as you leaned against him. Viktor finished your actions by undoing the top buttons. Jayce was stuck; flushed and keeping himself pressed against the door.

"Guys- what if someone tries to walk in."

"we can simply keep the door closed."

Jayce in his eagerness turned to Viktor, almost panicked.

"Give me your cane."

"excuse me?"

Viktor raised a brow as he clutched his cane tighter to him.

"We need to barricade the door-"

"or simply lock It with the key." You jiggled it, as they both looked down at your hand.

You made sure to quickly lock the door. Jayce made an 'oh' face as he scratched the back of his palm. You and Viktor laughed as you dragged him from the door. Jayces back landed on plump lounge chair, smiling as he watched you two crawl beside him. You sat by his head, moving it on your lap meanwhile Viktor sat between his legs. Hooking his cane over the chairs arm.

Jayce leaned into your touch as you held his face, trailing one hand down his neck to his chest. Moving his vest out of the way as your nails trailed around his nipple. Watching them harden beneath the fabric.

"enjoying yourself?" You asked, jayce responded with droopy nod.

His body twitching as Viktor leaned down, pulling up jayces shirt and began to unbuckle his belt. His lips tracing kisses from his belly button down to the beginning of the pants.

"Always so easy to rile up." Viktor commented, a smug look on his face.

His slender fingers run up the seam of jayces pants; brushing right over his most sensitive part. Jayce whined as he forced his hands into fists.

"Come now, he's been so good, working hard all night to perfect his speech, won't you be a little nice to him?"

"Please, V, I've been good."

Viktor couldn't resist either of your pleading faces. He was always weak to puppy eyes - that's how he got himself involved in hex tech in the first place. Jayces big eyes weakening his resolve. And then you came along and weaseled into both of their lives, giving them those puppy eyes to letting you join them in their lab.

He was completely smitten.

"That you have, don't worry, you'll get your reward."

Jayce lifted his hips as the smaller male helped him take off his pants along with his boxers. Immediately running two fingers up his slicked folds before rubbing his cock in slow circles. Jayce moaned as he jerked his hips up.

You unbuttoned jayces shirt just enough to get to his chest, rolling his nipples the same speed viktors fingers were going. Jayce was squirming under both of your touches. His eyes dazed, lost in the pleasure as his began to drool. You used both hands now, circling his hardened nipples with licked fingers. Pinching and rolling.

Viktor inserted a finger, thrusting in and out as the wet squealching grew louder until he could add another.

"Look at him, he's practically putty."

You hummed, picking up your speed. "He's so cute like this."

It was all too Much. Jayce moaned as his back arched; Cumming around his boyfriends fingers. Looking up at you with love and need in his eyes.

He didn't have time to process anything. You were already moving over to Viktor, undressing each other. You looked down at the small brace around his knee. He's been wearing it more often now but this wasn't the time. Viktors cock slapped his small stomach; the straps around his thighs made his ass look great.

Jayce was left only to watch as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's neck. Placing the dildo between your legs and grinded against it. Your mouths melting together as you tugged at his hair. He moaned into your mouth as he grabbed your hips, moving them so you could get more friction.

"V-Viktor~!"

Jayce whined. He wanted to join - as much as he could lay back and watch you two all night. He didn't get the chance to make either you feel good yet.

The bigger male stood up, pulling Viktor onto his lap. You followed both of them, missing the friction. You were on your knees, placing Viktors cock in your mouth with eagerness that caught even him off guard. Moaning around it as you bopped your head. Making a sure to look at him as you swirled your tongue and licked up it.

Jayce was circling his clit. One hand on his chest, playing the the small mound. Viktor sighed as he leaned back. You put your hand between your legs, inserting two fingers. Fucking yourself as you swallowed up his hard cock. Taking as much as you could as your eyes rolled back.

Viktor jerked, feeling himself getting closer.

"V, I want to suck you off next - please." Jayce muttered, hiding his face into the other males neck.

"Both of you are so needy." His own moans cut him off. "I have bigger plans for the both of you."

That caught both of your attention. Looking at him with curiosity. Not daring to slow down your movements incase he changed his mind. He let out a whimper as he came. You were quick to lap it up as you slowly jerked off the dildo. Now completely slicked up with your spit and drool.

Viktor suddenly stood up, grabbing his cane from the couches arm. Leaning against it as he caught his breath. His face was calculating as he looked down at the two of you.

"Jayce, lay down again."

He was quick to do just that. Laying down as comfortably as he could as he waited with baited breath.

"(Y/N) won't you be a dear and give him his last reward? I'm sure he's been dying to get a taste." He teased.

Jayce nodded his head. Letting out a whimpery 'please.' You smiled as you got up, about to stand on the chair before Viktors voice cut through the room again.

"Turn around, I want to see you."

Your cheeks glowed as you stood over your boyfriend, slowly lowering Yourself with his help. You were hesitant to completely sit on it; despite having done this before. You knew he could take it and wanted to but you still felt worried.

"and what will you do, sir?"

Viktor perked up at the title. Grinning as he shuffled back over. Finding a smaller seat to sit in, giving him the perfect view. "Watch."

Jayce lowered you on his face. You moaned as you leaned on his chest, his mouth was desperate in its movements. His hot tongue trailing along your folds before focusing on your cock. Sucking on it. Your back arched as you you felt each lick and suck. Arms wobbling as you struggled to keep your body upright. Grinding against his face as you lost yourself.

The man beneath you was squirming, things rubbing together as he tried to get a little bit of friction. Moaning and shaking as he devoured you. You always tasted so sweet. He wanted every last drop. But apart of him knew his partner was there. Watching. A wet sound perked both of your ears.

"Touching yourself?" You gasped out. Jayce whined against you.

"Can you blame me?"

Viktor was many things. A sweet talker was one of them, especially in the bedroom. He was blunt regardless where he was. Teasing and sly. Somtimes too honest but that's what made him so fun to talk to.

And his voice? It was like honey to your ears.

"Please, Sir, join us." You pleaded, already taking a mental note to his reaction earlier.

He looked down at your aching leg. Feeling it numb. He stood up, testing it by bending it slightly. A dull ache still remained but he could push through it. Espically with that sweet voice of yours.

He got comfortable between jayces legs, pulling them over his. Jayce stopped what he was doing, moving you up to your dismay to look at Viktor. He handed him a pillow, he gladly accepted. He placed it under his bad leg to ease off some pressure.

Viktor walked over, Leaving his cane where he had it before. You grinned as you kept your hand out, incase he wanted any support but he declined.

He lined himself up to the bigger man's hole. Grunting as he slowly slid in. Amazed that he didn't even need any lube or extra prepped. Already so wet he could just take him. It made him moan as he bottomed out.

"Resume." he ordered.

Jayce immediately shoved your sex back onto his mouth. A need speed shocking you as you mewled. Viktor thrusted funding a sloppy but steady pace. Deep and hard just the way jayce liked it.

He was seeing stars. Overwhelmed as his eyes rolled back. His tongue pressing against your folds as he licked.

You leaned over. Moaning as Viktor met you half way. It was about awkward and a stretch but that wasn't important. You kissed him with a massive grin on your face. Swallowing each others moans.

You leaned back, needing to supporting yourself properly. Gripping the chairs arm as you grinded against his face.

"Good boy, you're doing so well!" You cooed.

"Do you like it w-when Viktor fucks you? Being deep inside you."

Jayce was a mess at your words combined by Viktors deep thrusts. Moaning and whimpering as he nodded his head. Any answers he made were muffled moans. You were sure he was trying to talk; he usually was the talkative type. The vibrations were going straight to your core.

Viktor was using his other hand to play with his cock. Needing that extra push as he fucked jayce with a much more unforgiving pace. Your moans filled the room as by some miracle you came together.

You shakily lifted yourself off. Immediately sitting down as you placed jayces head back into your lap. Viktor pulled out and laid down. Needing to stretch out his cramping legs. Resting on jayces stomach.

You all panted, catching your breath as the glow hit you. All smiling at each other.

Well - that was until a loud knock brought you all back to reality.

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