#exblondecharm

I keep seeing it in everyone’s prompts and headcanons but I haven’t seen a full fic of it >.<

hiccup haddock x reader nsfw oneshot (f!reader)

a/n: i struggled a little with writing this, mean hiccup is hard to not make ooc i feel, but i think i found a decent middle ground here (hopefully you guys think so too haha) i feel like angry fits him better than mean, and it physically pains me to go too far ooc lmao but i tried to teeter into making him mean and angry lol; hope you enjoy regardless <3

MDNI

Hiccup was pissed. Plain and simple. He believed he had thought of every possible scenario Viggo could’ve constructed, yet he still had a narrow escape and retreat.

It was rare for him to get this mad, you had only ever seen it when he first lost the Dragon Eye to Viggo. He barely uttered a word to anyone on the ride back to the Edge, just muttering curses under his breath. Even Toothless received the silent treatment from him, something he would be sure to regret in the morning when the rage faded away.

You brought your dragon to the stables, checking in with the other riders. It was scary, but at least everyone had made it back. The solemnity among the group was visceral, not even the twins dared a quip or a joke. You were all tired and badly beaten, nobody wanted to do anything but sit in solitude in their huts and rest.

You went back to your hut at first, but knew you should go see Hiccup. He wouldn't be able to sleep off the loss like everyone else, he needed to blow off steam, and fortunately for you, you were his favorite pastime.

You muscled up the courage to go knock on his door, preparing yourself on the way to face Hiccup. You could only imagine how irate Hiccup would be, and while you were angry too, you were disappointed in yourself for failing him. You wanted to help him, and knew what he needed, but this would not be a docile night for either of you. You both just needed to be close to one another and fuck away these emotions.

You barely finished calling out his name, when the door swung open and he pulled you inside. The second he closed the door to his hut, he had you pressed against the wall, biting and leaving marks on your neck.

"I swear to Thor, when I get my hands on him..."

"Hiccup, you have to forget about Viggo-"

"Forget about Viggo? How could you even say that?" He ripped your shirt off, moving his mouth down your chest. "All that we're trying to do here rests on getting the Dragon Eye back! 'Forget about Viggo?' What even goes on in your pretty head?"

He forced your pants down next, bringing two fingers down to tease your slit.

"I mean honestly, without me planning, what would happen? Nobody is taking this seriously enough."

You were gripping the back of his hair, giving slight tugs as the combination of his fingers and him sucking on your skin drove you wild. This was all happening fast- faster than you would have imagined- but you were not mad about it in the slightest. You felt a fire inside your core for him that burned so deep, you needed this just as much as he did.

You slid a hand down to his shoulder, to begin to remove his armor, but he snapped at you, "Stop. Leave it on, no time."

Hiccup freed his dick from his pants, you grabbing it the second you could, and started stroking him off. He slid his two fingers into you, setting a quick pace that you tried to match with your hand. He was starting to get worked up, you could see the sweat on his brow, the way his eyes were closing when you pulled his hair at just right times.

"What if next time we don't all escape? What if he got you? Would you want me to forget about Viggo then? Nooo of course not, because I'd have to be the one to come save you."

You were getting so close, your skin red everywhere from his hickeys that would surely be purple in a few hours, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"You'd like that though wouldn't you? Want me to come in, sword blazing, and rescue you."

He put a third finger in, and was rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb, sending you into overdrive. You came hard around his fingers, screaming his name, to which he put his other hand over your mouth to quiet you. You could feel his dick twitching in your hand, never stalling your movements through your orgasm, and knew he was going to want to fuck you before he came.

" 'Cause you know nobody could save you like I could, nobody could make you a mess the same way I am right now."

Sure enough, he pulled you further into his hut, and pushed all the items off his table. He spun you around and forced you down, front lying across the table, ass sticking out. He gave you a quick kiss on the back of your neck, soft and gentle, reminding both of you that at the bottom of this was care and trust, before easing himself into your hole.

Once he bottomed out, he quickly snapped back out and went in full force, full speed. His entire cock, in and out. There was nothing calm about it- just full, hard strokes. He brought his one hand back to your mouth to cover it, but you bit down on his finger, prompting him to give you what you wanted and stick two on them in your mouth for you to suck on and graze your teeth against.

"You needed me to fuck you like this to make you feel better? Imagine how I feel right now- being able to do this to you, its the only thing keeping me from going back out there and killing the next hunter I run into."

You were inconsolable, vocalizing with your mouth full of his fingers. You could feel your eyes welling up, just blissfully consumed by pleasure.

He moved his other hand from where he had been stabilizing your waist, up to your hair, pulling your head back but keeping your body flat on the table. Your legs felt useless, unable to support your weight, they just were spread hanging off the end of the table, toes touching the floor.

"Oh Thor, you're so fucking tight, you're gripping me so hard. So fucking hot. Nobody could get me off like this."

You could tell he was going to cum soon, he was just waiting for you to cum again. It was like challenge for him, to still make you get off while he was acting like this. Hiccup was ranting and raving, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but never loosing their force.

"I'm gonna spend the rest of my life here, fuck Viggo, fuck the Edge, damn it all to Hel. They don't have anything as good as you."

He gave your hair a little bit more of a pull, forced his fingers a little further into your mouth, and you let out a particularly loud noise, biting down onto his fingers. He was so deep in your cunt, he felt every contraction and muscle squeeze as you came again.

He continued his pounding, messier than ever, for a few more strokes, before you felt him shove all the way in and spill his seed. He let go of your hair, but kept his fingers in your mouth, as you continued coming down from your high. He rested for a moment, pushing further into your hole, and laying on top of you til he caught his breath. When you were both ready, he removed his fingers from your mouth, and his cock from your cunt, lightly slapping his cum-covered dick against your pussy and groaning.

He rolled you onto your back, looking down into your tear-stained face for the first time.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, fingers fluttering around your face, wiping hair and sweat from your forehead. There would be time now for gentle touches and affection.

You nodded, and he brought his face down to yours, his nose caressing your cheek as he continued checking up on you. He was always touchy, but even more so now, running his hands up and down your sides, across your face, down your collarbone, and back down your sides.

Hiccup sat you up and helped you off the table, but when he noticed how unsteady your legs were, he reached an arm under your legs to sweep you up and carry you to his bed. He'd help clean you up, and would finally take off his armor and leathers before climbing into the bed, and laying his head on your chest.

There'd be time in the morning to help him talk about his feelings, and discuss plans for the next counterattack, but right now, he was quiet. He'd press gentle kisses against the bruises that were forming on your skin, with you playing with his hair and tracing circles on his back with your fingertips. You don't know which one of you dozed off first.

hiccup haddock x reader nsfw oneshot (mostly gender neutral, but f!reader anatomy and i use “girlfriend”)

a/n: ohhhh anon how did you know I’m also on a period-fueled-hiccup-horny-run rn. i love you for this <3 in all honesty, i think it would take a lot more convincing him than what i wrote here, but let's face it i just wanted to get to the good stuff lol

MDNI

It took a little coaxing to get Hiccup to be more aggressive during sex. You had made allusions to him in the past about wanting him to get more rough and dirty with you, but the poor boy was so enamored with you all he could be was lovey dovey. At least for the first few months of your relationship, that is.

“I don’t want to hurt you though, and I don’t think you’re a whore. Why would you want me to say something like that during… you know, an intimate time…”

“I don’t know, I know you’re not actively thinking about that, it’s just sort of hot when you say it.”

He cocked an eyebrow, but his eyes widened. “It’s hot? Really?” 

You turned a little pink at the cheeks, averting his gaze. “Yeah I mean, the idea of you sort of losing your control like that, I can’t say it’s not attractive.”

His jaw fell open slightly, impressed by your straightforwardness. You could almost see the gears in his beautiful mind start turning.

“Well I wouldn’t say I’m not not thinking about stuff like that…”, he hesitated. "It's just..."

Now it was your turn for your jaw to drop. 

“What? You’re my girlfriend, of course I think that you’re so pretty when you finish, and you’re so good to me when you give me head.” 

You could feel that familiar flutter in your stomach, the one that meant you were most certainly getting turned on.

He smirked, cockiness replacing any earlier embarrassment. “Oh, you don’t have much to say now do you,” he chuckled, coming closer and grabbing your waist with one hand. 

Uh oh. He knew what he was doing, he was starting to tease you to gage your reaction.

"You know it's interesting," he whispered, leaning towards your lips, your hips meeting his, "that a strong person such as yourself would get all hot and bothered by me saying you get me off like nobody else could."

You were really in for it now, feeling yourself get wet. And he hadn't even really touched you yet.

"Hiccup-" you breathed.

"Say that again, I don't think I quite got it the first time," he chuckled. If his lips got any closer to yours, you'd be kissing. It was almost pathetic how easily you came undone for him, and boy did he know it. From this point, there was no going back, no more teasing him- he was seizing control.

"Hiccup please," and with that, he finally kissed you.

For a man who usually liked to take his time, giving you reverent kisses, this was anything but. It was all teeth and tongue and passion.

It was fucking hot.

He broke from the kiss, just barely, just enough for you to hear him moan, "So beautiful," which made you, in turn, let out a small moan before resuming the messy kisses.

You could feel his hips starting to rut against you, his hands exploring your back, chest, hair, wherever his hands could roam. You gave him a tug on his hair, earning a coveted moan which turned into a light growl. He pushed you back until you felt his bed hit the back of your legs, then you were falling onto it.

“Please,” you moaned out again.

“C’mon use your words, what do you want me to do.”

“I need you, Hiccup,” he smirked again.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you?”

You were loving this; this side of him that you only ever got a taste of, and here he was turning it on for you.

He went to work on opening his trousers and taking off his tunic. You too started removing your clothes while he just watched you, stroking his cock.

The minute you were bare, he pounced. He shoved you back down and forced your legs open. You tugged on his hair, moaning out his name again. It seemed to be the only thing you could say.

"I'm not gonna tease you don't worry," except he was most definitely about to tease you. He rushed through your kisses, but this, this, he decided to take his time on.

"I've barely even done anything and you're soaked," he mused. His fingers danced along your body. "You really want me that badly huh?" His hands ran up and down your thighs, always touching and squeezing. "Need me to fill you up pretty girl?"

"Hiccup-stop-teasing," you let out in between breaths, moving to sit up, but he shoved you back down.

Who was he to refuse you? He loved to make you squirm, knowing that he was the only one who could make you gasp like that. Knowing that turned him on almost as much as the sight of you writhing in his hands.

"Gods you really are so perfect," and with that he got to work of eating you out.

He loved providing for you like this, letting you grip his hair and guide him where you wanted; being able to hear the sounds you made and feel you get closer to the edge.

He would egg you on, breaking his contact from your clit to whisper sweet nothings about how wet and perfect you were, until you climaxed.

Before you could realize what he was doing, he moved one of his hands up to hold both of yours above your head, his remaining hand on your thigh pulling your leg up and around his back. You hadn't finished coming down from your high and he was shoving into you, only pausing when he had pushed himself all the way in.

"You ready?" He searched your eyes, looking for confirmation. Gods he was so careful with you even like this, you could feel yourself getting close again from all the overstimulation.

His pace matched his kisses- hard and fast. There would be other times for sensuality, this was about want and need. And right now all his teasing left him almost as needy as you were, not that he'd admit it.

“That’s- that’s it just like that," he moaned out, even though he was the one doing all the work. “Soo good for me, such a pretty slut for me."

The name-calling caused you to scream out for him, which only excited him further.

"What's that baby? You want me to tell you how perfect you are for me? Gods- your so tight, so tight and all mine, perfect for me.." He started to ramble on about how good your pussy felt, how right it was.

"There's no better place in the world than this, not even flying. I'm convinced you're magic," he whispered in your ear as you felt his rhythm start to slip.

His pull-out game was not the best, but there was no way he'd even try to stop himself from cumming in you now, not when you were having your brains fucked out this hard. You couldn't even form real sentences, just moans of his name and half-formed profanities coming from your lips.

"Hiccup I'm gonna-" he cut you off with his tongue in your mouth. Sure enough, that was the last straw and you came again. "Yesyesyes what a good girl, so good for me," He sucked and bit on your neck as his strokes got messier and messier. He pushed in one last time before you felt him fill you up.

He lay there for a moment, leaving sweeter, softer kisses on your neck, from your jaw to your shoulder. He brushed the hair from your face, and ran his fingers across your body, making sure you were still in one piece and all okay.

"I'm sorry baby, I think I uh got a little carried away there. I didn't hurt you did I?"

Your breathing started to slow, exhales quieting down as you settled.

"No, not at all. That was really amazing. I loved seeing that side of y-" you squealed as he cut you off again with a kiss.

"Good. Because we're about to do it again."

hiccup haddock x reader nsfw oneshot (gn!reader)

a/n: OHHH yes to this one🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ anon thank you for this request it was so yummy to write. sorry it took so long! hope you all want another dirty hiccup oneshot lollll

MDNI

You had found him hours after his meeting with the council was supposed to end, sat at his workbench, with his head in his hands resting on his desk.

“Long day?”

He lifted his head up to see you, showing off his dreary expression.

“You wouldn’t believe the half of it.”

He turned around on the stool he sat on, spreading his thighs. He gestured for you to come over and sit on one of them, where he could hold you and regale you with stories about his day.

Instead, you climbed between his legs, kneeling between them.

“Hey, uh what’re you doing there?”

You were focused on your hands, running up and down his thighs, at an even tempo. Each time they traveled up, you brought them oh-so-closer to where you knew his cock was underneath his clothes.

“You really don’t have to-”

“Please. Let me help you?” You finally looked into his eyes, giving him a doe-eyed stare that you knew he would never refuse. You could see his dick start to get hard through his pants.

You always kept one hand on his thigh, tracing patterns or giving him a squeeze, while your other hand worked to free his cock from his trousers. He brought one hand up to cup the side of your face, and his breath hitched when you placed a small kiss on his tip.

Once you wrapped your lips around him, he was gone. Like putty to the pleasure you gave him, his previous reservations melting away. His hand found its way to your hair, lightly scratching the back of your head as he tangled his fingers around your locks.

You began to work your magic, testing the limits of how much you could tease and taste him before he started to get needy. He'd make slow movements to push you down more, telling you want he wanted- needed- with his hands and eyes.

When you finally made your way down to the base, he tilted his head back with a groan. Looking up at him like that- you swore he was the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on. All you wanted to do was keep him looking that blissed forever. You sat there not moving, except for the twitches your body made involuntarily, while your eyes filled with tears. Your mouth and throat were so full of him there was nothing else you could do, but focus on keeping him all in your mouth, as drool continued to seep out the corner of your lips. His other hand, not occupied with holding you down by your hair, went to your face, his thumb catching the spit as it leaked.

You made to moan, but it turned into a gag when he flexed farther into you, seeking what he needed to release.

"That's my girl, gods you're so good to me." You coughing around him always seemed to turn him on, making him feel so naughty and in control. It was all about trust with him- he knew you let him push you down like this because you trusted him, and he gave himself completely to you in return.

You moved back, letting him revel in the sight of his spit covered cock- from base to tip- before going back in and bobbing your head, eagerly chasing his orgasm. You continued to massage him with your hands, maybe even sneaking in some sucking on his balls- something that really pushed him to the edge.

When he began to moan and whine that he was close, you pulled him all the way in again, to make sure you swallowed every hot drop down your throat.

His thumb ran over your lips and chin again, cleaning up any mess to your pretty face. He was sweating, flushed, and spent. Hiccup made to try and fix your hair, smoothing out the flyaways from his grabbing and yanking, but there was no hiding the look of what happened. Not that he fully wanted to anyway- he thought you were beautiful like this.

"What do you say we take this back to the hut, yeah? I think I'm done with work for the day..." he chuckled, heat not leaving his cheeks.

You let out a content noise, as his fingers continued to flutter around your face, gentle and exploring, ever kind and curious.

hiccup haddock who secretly loves fucking you face down, ass up. as much as he loves being able to look into your face when he fucks you, there’s just something so sexy about him turning you over and blowing your back out. he gets so horned up at the chance to truly let loose. he only gets this assertive when he's particularly frustrated or pent up. it could happen anywhere- his bed, outside of your front door, the forge- but only ever in the darkest of the night, when nobody will hear your muffled screams. he fucks like a madman when he's like this, pulling the hair at the nape of your neck so you arch your ass closer to his hips, and he hits just that much deeper into you. he's deranged- teasing you, mocking your whines.

if anyone were to see, they'd have to assume he was a drunkard who stumbled upon a tavern wench- not the precious nerdy chief and his beloved.

a/n: this idea came to me in a dream and was written in like five minutes at 6 am

it was still dark when you felt him get up from the bed, his shadow leaving the spot next to you cold. he knew you'd wake up- you always did. he used to tease that your unconscious self had a sixth sense for knowing when he left you.

you could hear him shuffling around the room, trying to keep his steps as quiet as they could be with his heavy boot and metal leg. when hiccup made his way to your side of the bed, he gingerly pressed a kiss to your temple, not trying to stir you, but also not wanting to leave without a word. he wished you would stay in bed, but he knew you wouldn't. you didn't even need to know how late it was- if he was going, you'd see him off.

you cracked your eyes when you heard him changing his clothes, watching the faint outline of his back and shoulders in the dark as he pulled his shirt over his head.

that would be your cue to get up, and start to perform the ritual you both knew so well. you’d drag around the room, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, to pick up the pieces of his armor from where they lay, stacked neatly and compactly. his armor was always just so, stored perfectly, crafted perfectly, fitted perfectly.

it was always methodical with hiccup. everything was.

you knew his checklist, the order he liked to put his armor on, the thoughts that would run through his mind before he left.

you’d get to work tightening the buckles on his breast plate and pauldrons- all the little tight and hard to reach spots he couldn’t get to. when you faced his back, making sure everything was not only comfortable but in good condition, you smoothed a hand over the small of his back, rubbing gentle circles.

moving to the next part of the routine, you'd sit back down on the bed behind him, and hiccup would turn to kneel at your feet. he slid on his vambraces, intently focused on securing the straps, while you intently focused on his face.

your hands reached out to run through his hair, sliding down to the ends of the strands where your fingers began to weave braids and knots absentmindedly. you could see his tired face start to flush and the small smile he let grace his features.

"you're not making this any easier," he smirked, but there was an undertone of pleading.

you brought your hand to his face, cupping his jaw. hiccup leaned his cheek into your touch, closing his eyes.

"i guess that means you'll just have to come back to me," you'd coo.

you that there for a few minutes like that, his thumbs rubbing over your thighs, as you just stared at each other. he'd eventually brake from your hold, place a chaste kiss on each of your kneecaps, and move to stand up.

he'd pull you in for one last kiss- a "real one", as he'd say- that would be followed by two more last kisses down the stairs... and three more at the door. eventually though, he'd pull away, because when duty called hiccup haddock had no choice but to answer. you watched his outline get smaller as he disappeared into the dark, towards the stables.

your knight in leather armor, your brave protector. he was not a warrior, as much as he looked it, but a defender.

a/n: ahhh yes you're right he's such a sweetie!!! here's what i got (i've tried to think of some that i haven't seen other people use before, but there's prob a bunch of similarities to other hcs) ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! it ended up actually being super long lol but hope you enjoy <3:

swf:

always holding your hand. or your hip. or your shoulder. literally anything. i feel like hair pulling is more of a sex thing for him (you would constantly be touching his hair, leaving little braids in his etc, bc let's be real he has zero clue how to braid hair i feel). but he would just always have to have a hand on you at all times. i think he just likes grounding himself to you, he's naturally touchy, and it probably stems from like an "i can't believe you're real" mentality

i think he would speak for you on things, not in a "talking over you" type of way but an "i know her so well she's not going to eat that but ik she's too polite to refuse" type of way. very suave almost in the way he knows you so well to be able to instruct others on it

i think he could be a little show-boaty at times (thinking about ab that episode when astrid calls him a bad winner lol) but it's not in like a selfish way, it's very much so in ways that he knows will impress you or get you googley eyed

SIMP CENTRAL OVER HERE! i don't think i have to explain this haha but he is sooo devoted to you

he can be a little brooding and moody at times, but i don't think it would really spill over into your relationship too much. like even when he's in one of those moods, i think he would always try to open up to you or at least not try to chase you away

i can see him being a littleeee jealous, not b/c he doesn't trust you, but he's so happy to have something thats just his exclusively and he doesn't want to lose that. he's also incredibly traumatized by like everything that has ever happened to him lol so i think it would stem from all those fears too of losing you or someone trying to hurt you

he would probably tinker around and invent you things you asked for + BUILT IN HANDYMAN! anytime something breaks boom he's there to fix it free of charge! (it might just cost you some kisses + dry humping, but i think that's a tradeoff you'd take) but outside of bigger things he'd make for you like equipment, he'd be so down to make you bits of jewelry and things like that

nsfw: (MDNI)

like i mentioned earlier i think hair pulling is more of a sexy time thing for him, and i could see him using it a decent amount in the bedroom. pulling you where he wants you positioned, getting you to arch your back into him, even just like holding it back when you give him a blowjob, it's part of his touchy-nature

i think he'd be into overstimming you big time. like once he gets started he just can't stop himself and he never wants it to end, just wants to keep pushing you to your limits yktv

he's def an eater and is obsessed with you feeling good, but he's also never going to say no to you wanting to get him off in various ways. like i think he'd go wild when you take control b/c even though i see him as more naturally dom/controlling, he would love letting you think you're in charge and seeing what you do for him (even going back to the hair thing, it's probably why he loves you putting braids in his hair like he loves to be showered with attention, same as anyone else! so make sure you give him some!)

When Hiccup Haddock, the mighty trainer of dragons, can't seem to find sleep, it's up to you to help ease his mind.

hiccup haddock x reader oneshot

a/n: first fic for hiccup, i hope you guys enjoy :) also send in requests!

Hiccup had trouble sleeping the first few months at the Edge. 

Not that this was uncommon for him- he grew up staring at the ceiling as he listened to Stoick’s snoring, anxiously waiting for the sign of a dragon come to attack his home. When he found Toothless, he spent many a sleepless night trying to keep him hidden, working on tail fin designs in the forge, and sneaking out for late night rides. After the Red Death and the peace with the dragons, he found the silence at night to be so unnatural that it too kept him up, that and his nightmares. 

This was different. He had eventually grown accustomed to the silence on Berk and made his peace with it. But now- there was no Stoick snoring, no Gobber in the forge to talk to when his nightmares woke him, and no solo night rides, not really with all the other dragon riders around and the possibility of running into hunters. 

This quiet was different. It felt empty. 

After thrashing around for hours, fiddling around with the Dragon’s Eye for a bit, cleaning up stacks of notes in the forge, tossing around some more- he just couldn’t take it anymore. Late night walk it was. 

He always left this as his last resort so it would hopefully be late enough that he wouldn’t attract the attention of any of his friends. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the company- he’d give his other leg for any of them- but they didn’t understand what he needed. Fishlegs would talk incessantly about dragon migrating patterns, the twins and Snotlout would try to convince him to play some game that would involve a major injury for someone, and Astrid would want to distract him with training or evaluations of the weaknesses in their defenses.

Toothless lifted his head when he heard Hiccup get up (again), but his eyes remained half lidded. Sleepy dragon, you’d never expect he could be ready for battle at a moments notice. 

“It’s alright bud, I’m just getting some air.” 

Toothless let out a content sigh and rest his head back down. 

Hiccup said a quick prayer to Odin for keeping his path clear as he made his way to a cliff he particularly liked. He would at least be able to continue to ruminate and let his thoughts run wild. 

His solitude appeared to be short lived however, as he was only sitting for a few minutes before he heard soft footsteps slowly easing up behind him. 

“Ahh, don’t tell me I woke you up, I wasn’t even building anything in the forge tonight!” He could feel his ears redden, embarrassed for having potentially dragged you along to the fate of a sleepless night. 

“No you didn’t wake me! I couldn’t sleep and was coming out here for fresh air, I didn’t even realize you were here until I saw you,” now you felt sheepish. “I’ll be going back I don’t want to disturb you.”

“No- no it’s fine you can stay,” he pat the ground next to where he sat with his leg dangling over the cliff. “You know I always like having you around, no disturbances here,” he nervously chuckled, going pink again. 

You made your way over and sat down beside him, sensing the trouble behind his bashful eyes.  

“Can’t sleep again, huh?” you asked, inflicting your words with all the warmth and concern you could muster at the late hour. “Nightmares or schematics?” 

“Oh you know, a little bit of this, little bit of that. Nothing like the life of a dragon rider!” 

His attempts at trying to conceal his pain made your heart ache. He was so young, but his face held the worry of a much older person. The facade smile he wore didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Hiccup…”, you didn’t know what to say. How do you comfort a man who spends his every waking, and sleeping, moment caring about everything around him, except for himself? 

Your eyes met his and you felt like he was reading your mind. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was, there really was nothing he couldn’t do. You could tell, however, that he understood you wanted to help him. He gave you a smaller smile, sorrowful, but real this time, and reached for your hand. 

“Can we just sit here for a bit? My mind always seems to quiet down when I’m with you,” he asked, and for once, you truly saw the boy beneath the mask. 

“Of course, Hiccup. Whatever you need, I’ll do it.” 

He looked down to your hands, and you looked out to the water, letting yourself fall into the comfortable silence you two alone could share. If he wanted to talk, he could open up to you, but he found a true peace just being at your side like this. He looked back at you, studying your face under the last licks of moonlight, watching how your breathing seemed to match the crest of the waves. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, almost as if he meant to think it but the thought forced its way out of his lips instead. 

Now it was your turn to blush, but you turned to meet his green eyes. 

“From the moment you came over here, all the noises in my head went quiet. Just poof- gone. I-I don’t know what it is but I feel a type of peace with you I can never seem to get anywhere else,” as if realizing how profound his words were, his mouth went dry. 

Your eyes grew wider at his words, your heart felt like it was racing. 

“Hiccup, why couldn’t you come and wake me up then? I hate the idea of you sitting alone through this, I want to be able to help you the way you help everyone else.”

“I didn’t want to bother you-“ he cut himself off when his eyes met yours again, and he finally saw what was behind your words too. He saw your eagerness went a lot deeper than he had thought. 

“You could never bother me Hiccup, especially with something like this. You need to be able to rest, you’re too hard on yourself… and I… I can’t bear to see you so exhausted.” 

“I know,” and he did know. He knew what you were really saying to him. “I feel the same way, I just- I can’t…” He sighed, his grip tightening on your hand. “I can’t ask you to be in that position.” 

Wordlessly, you turned away from him and stood up, still holding his hand. You gave him a slight tug, beckoning him up as well. He let himself be led by you, matching your position, then let you drag him back towards the Edge. You stopped just outside the entrance to your hut, your dragon keeping a quiet watch outside. Turning to face him you asked,

“Please, stay with me tonight? I can't sleep thinking of you out here all alone.” 

The pleading in your eyes, gods how could he say no? He could never say no to you, especially when you looked so distraught over his condition. He brought his other hand up to cup your jaw, and felt you lean into it. 

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” he nodded, and for the first time that night, you both let real smiles grace your faces, small, but real. 

You continued to lead him, dragging him inside, giggling slightly as he tripped through the doorway. He shook his head, blushing again, but you could tell he wasn’t truly embarrassed. You were just happy to see his heart get lighter. 

You both climbed into your bed, you wiggled around finding a comfortable spot. Once you stopped moving, he draped one arm across your waist and pressed his lips to your forehead. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, before you both drifted off, his fingers running through your hair.  

It was the best nights sleep he had in months. 

Is that something you would write about?

hiccup haddock x reader nsfw oneshot (f!reader)

a/n: yesss love some man moans and whinessss 😩, side note: while i was writing this i got about 80% done, saved my work, and when i opened it up again it was alllll gone. that really tested my will to live, and i feel like it was better before, but alas my brain could not string the same words together twice... i'm being lwky dramatic though, i think it turned out good and i hope you all enjoy :)

MDNI

It wasn't either of your first times, but it was the farthest you'd gone together. Of course in the past there had been heavy petting and mouths on bodies, but Hiccup had always made sure not to go too far. He didn't want to rush your comfort or scare you off, but gods did it leave him needy for you.

You had been making out pretty intensely, moving from where you had been sitting in his hut up to his bed. It started out innocently enough- quiet time, with you reading a book and Hiccup working on new saddle designs for Toothless- yet somehow you ended up bare-chested against each other. You were running out of ideas of things you two could do together that didn't end like this.

"Oookay," he pulled away from your lips, "I think I need to stop here, otherwise I'm not sure I'll be able to." He smiled, flushing pink, raising an arm to scratch the back of his head.

You were panting, and slightly annoyed from the interruption.

"Yeah... um, Hiccup? I think... I'm already at that point."

He narrowed his eyes at you, studying your expression.

“Are you serious?” He attempted to keep his tone even and nonjudgmental, trying (and failing miserably) to hide how excited he was at the prospect.

“Well if you don’t want to…” you lilted, knowing he had been ready for quite some time but had been attempting to remain ever the gentleman.

"Nonono I mean I didn't want to pressure you or anything- but I'm totally down- I mean as long-"

You sat up, meeting his lips once again, while your hands quickly got busy trying to pull his dick out of his pants.

You broke from the kiss, beginning to lower yourself down to him, but he grabbed you by the shoulders.

“Hold-hold on for a second here, I want this to be nice.”

You gave him a puzzled look, eyebrow cocked.

“It’s not like we’ve never done anything before."

"I know but, I want you to enjoy it." "C'mon Hic, you know I like to do this for you," rolling your eyes at his chivalry, but this really was not the time

He didn't release you, so you went on, "Would I convince you if I told you how fucking horny I am for you right now?"

His mouth fell open, hands loosening at your boldness, and with that, you wouldn't hear another word before breaking from his grip, moving back down, and licking him from base to tip.

He made a sound like he was choking when you first made contact with your tongue. You'd given him head before, and he always made sure you were taken care of, but you loved that no matter how many times you did it, he made noises like it was his first time. He was so vocal with all the pleasure you gave him, it was nice knowing that he was confident enough to not hold it in (or that you were doing such a great job he was unable to stop himself).

You were gentle, teasing him slightly, which earned the most sweet moans from his lips. Hiccup loved to sing your praises when you did this for him, but he was devolving into a whiny mess this time, moaning out things like "oh just like that" and "mmm you're so good at this."

He got to the point where he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer, so he made to pull you up again- gods, he was strong- and captured your lips in a kiss.

He climbed down on top of you, pining you to the bed, continuing his attack on your lips.

You were already wet enough to not need anything more, so you reached a hand down, guiding his dick to your entrance. He broke away from your mouth, needing to hear you say again that you wanted to do this, before he pushed in ever so slowly and gently.

When you gave him the nod that you were ready for him to move, he started to set a slow, but deliberate pace. He was going so deep you thought you would start seeing stars. You let out a breathy moan of his name, and he whined again, upping his pace slightly.

You pulled him back down to kiss you more, his pace not slipping, and you went on like that for some time, with both of you getting increasingly more flustered, and closer to climaxing.

You began to buck your hips against him, finally reaching your orgasm, and he almost came right there feeling you clench around him. The stimulation, couple with how deep he was going was too much for him to take.

"I-I think I'm going to-"

"On me!"

He sputtered, so flustered he sped up his strokes dramatically, "Are you for real?"

"Yes Hiccup, please, do it on me," you moaned out.

He was so turned on by how fucking horny you were for him, so who was he to not give you all you wanted and more? He pulled out and stroked himself with his hand a few times, before cumming across your chest and stomach.

You leaned up to kiss him again, and caught him off guard enough to wrap a leg around him and flip him over. You now sat on top of him, pinning your legs to either side of his hips, and once again reached for his (still-hard) cock.

You positioned yourself until you were comfortable, keeping a hand on his chest to keep him down, not that he wanted to interrupt what you were about to do, and slowly started to ease down onto his dick.

He whined out so loud you were sure they could hear him from the other side of the island. His noises turned you on, letting out content moans and you started to fall into a rhythm of up-down-up-down.

"Gods, do you know what you're doing to me?" He thrusted into your grinds before letting out another big whine, "oh you're going to be the death of me."

You laughed, which turned into a moan as you fell back down onto his cock, getting lost in the pleasure of the moment. He kept encouraging you with praises, each time you bounced, and he could tell you were getting close again by the way you started to whine.

"That's it milady, keep going, you're doing- ahh- soo good for me."

"Hiccup, mhm, fuck, Hic.." You could only form variations on his name, your brain having turned off the part which would have normally come up with some witty response to his desperation for you.

"Yes pretty girl, I'm so close, fuck you're gonna make me cum again," he whined out, really thrusting up into you now.

He moved a hand up to pinch your nipples, while his other made contact with your clit, giving you the extra stimulation you needed. You braced your hands against his chest, grinding into him as hard as you could, until you felt yourself fall off the edge into your release.

As you rode out your climax, still pressing your hips down onto him, the tightness was once again to much for poor Hiccup. He sat up, eye level with you, and thrusted a few more times up into you, until he came with a moan and was fucking his cum into your cunt.

He was kissing all along your clavicle, telling you how amazing it was, and how happy he was, emphasizing his words by lightly grinding into you.

When you finally climbed off of him and made your way to clean yourself up, he was quick to put you back into bed and get a washcloth for you.

"I really don't know what I did to deserve you," he placed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You looked at him, with his red face and tousled hair, and thought he had never looked better than he did right now. "I'm the one who owes the gods for bringing you to me."