On this blog I will do post of multi-fandoms maybe adding some of my own things to it as well. I will accept asks (please try and be specific in what you want).
WARNINGS…
Readers 15+ will be also be able too read my post but I will also do nsfw sometimes which will be labeled as such. But my blog will mostly just be fluff cause that's what I'm good at.
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MASTERLIST…
Demon slayer:
Mice - Iguro Obanai
Stressed - Kocho Shinobu
Confessions - Rengoku Kyojuro
Boyfriend Gyutaro Headcannons - Gyutaro
Wife Mitusri Headcannons - Kanroji Mitsuri
Househusband Giyu - Tomioka Giyu
Unexpected - Shinazugawa Sanemi
Jealousy - Akaza
President’s Delinquent - Gyutaro
Girl Dad Sanemi - Shinazugawa Sanemi
Spoiled Suprise - Kanroji Mitsuri
Demon slayer Cats - Part 1, 2, 3
Life with them (another part to DS cats)- part 1, 2, 3
I was wondering if you could maybe write an Queen Chrysalis, King Sombra, and Cadence (my favorite three) and anyone else you want to add, x unicorn reader who was infected by one of the mlp infection aus? Whether theres a cure found or not is up to you! 🥳🫶
Ever since the outbreak, you had been confined to your chambers.
A barrier of dark magic surrounded the room, woven carefully by King Sombra himself. It shimmered faintly along the crystal walls, subtle but unbreakable.
It kept everything out.
And it kept you in.
Sombra insisted it was for your safety. That as long as you stayed here, untouched and isolated, nothing could reach you.
He truly believed it.
The infection, after all, didn’t frighten him. If anything, there was a quiet fascination in the way he watched it spread how it twisted ponies into something lesser. A cruel sort of satisfaction. Though a small part of him seemed almost disappointed it wasn’t his own doing.
You, however, saw something else entirely.
An opportunity.
If anyone could stop it understand it. it would be him.
But every time you brought it up, he shut you down without hesitation.
“Please, Sombra,” you pressed, your voice tighter than you intended. “You could be saving ponies’ lives.”
He didn’t respond.
You followed him anyway as he moved toward the large doors leading to your balcony. They opened with a low creak, revealing the vast drop below.
Sixty feet up.
Far enough to feel the distance. Far enough to feel trapped.
“I couldn’t care less about ‘saving’ anypony,” he said flatly, stepping out into the open air.
The wind tugged at your mane as you followed, frustration bubbling over.
“You don’t mean that,” you snapped, stomping a hoof against the crystal floor. The sharp crack echoed louder than expected.
He didn’t even turn.
That only made it worse.
“Yeah?” you shot back, anger bleeding into your voice now. “Then what if it was me, huh?”
That got his attention.
Slowly he turned to face you, crimson eyes narrowing just slightly.
“Would you care then?” you challenged, glaring at him, daring him to say no.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
The wind howled between you, carrying the distant, unsettling sounds of the empire beyond.
And something in his expression changed.
“…That,” King Sombra said quietly, “is not the same.”
“How is it different?” you shot back, stepping closer until you were nearly nose to nose with him. “Because I’m someone you care about? For Celestia’s sake, Sombra try having some empathy for once.”
For a moment, Sombra said nothing.
Then, slowly, “The only one in need of protection is you,” he replied, voice low and even. “And even that is becoming questionable considering your insistence on involving yourself in matters that do not concern you.”
Your jaw tightened.
“That’s not—”
“They are weak,” he continued, cutting cleanly over you. “It is not my fault they lack the strength to resist what spreads among them.”
His gaze hardened, something almost disdainful flickering beneath the surface.
“Perhaps if they were not so helpless, they wouldn’t have fallen victim to such a… pathetic misfortune.”
The words hit harder than you expected.
For a second, all you could do was stare at him.
Anger flared first. Then disappointment.
“…Wow,” you breathed, shaking your head slightly. “So that’s it? That’s all they are to you?”
Your voice wavered despite your effort to steady it.
“Then fine.”
You stepped back, the distance between you suddenly feeling much larger than the balcony itself.
“I’ll go,” you said, more quietly now but firmer. “If you won’t help them, I will.”
You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze head-on.
“Let me out.”
Silence fell again.
“…No.”
The air around you shifted as faint traces of his magic curled at his hooves, the barrier behind you humming almost in response.
“You will not leave this room,” King Sombra said, each word deliberate.
His eyes flicked over you sharp, searching.
“Whether you like it or not… this is the only place you are safe.”
And with that Sombra struts out of your room leaving no room for further conversation.
Days passed.
Long, suffocating days.
When Sombra finally returned, it wasn’t out of concern or at least, that’s what he told himself. Time, he assumed, would have worn down your stubbornness. You would have come to your senses. You always did.
And the moment he approached your door something felt off. His magic was no longer. It hadn't weakened or anything just gone completely.
Unease crept into the dark Kings chest as he opened the doors without hesitation.
“(y/n)-”
Your name died on his tongue his eyes scanned the room quickly searching. And then he saw you. On the floor. Still. And for a moment he didn't move.
Your coat had lost its usual vibrance, now dulled and pale. The tips of your hooves had darkened unnaturally, the color creeping upward.
You looked smaller. Thinner.
Like something had been slowly draining the life out of you. Then you stirred.
Slowly, you lifted your head your eyes met his.
They were unfocused. Heavy. Rimmed with dark circles that spoke of sleepless nights.
And then he saw it. The bite mark on your leg that you didn't even try to hide. Then everything clicked into place in an instant.
Sombrakew that you were possibly still angry with him but he never would've thought that you would go this far.
His expression darkens, shadows curling at his hooves.
“What have you done, you foolish girl?” he said, his voice low and sharp.
You stared back at him without flinching.
“You’ll either help them…” you said weakly, though the bitterness in your tone remained intact, “…or you can watch me suffer the same fate.”
Those words hit the stallion hard. His jaw tightened as his gaze flicked once more to the bite mark, then back to your face.
“You infected yourself,” he said quietly, disbelief and anger twisting together.
A harsh cough tore from your throat, making your body shudder.
“I made a choice.”
Then the room feel silent. Sombra stared down at you for the longest time without saying a word. Various emotions running through him.
Rage, frustration..fear. He knew that you were his only weakness.
suddenly, dark magic flared violently around him, shadows lashing across the room hard enough to crack crystal along the walls.
“You reckless idiot,” King Sombra snarled, and this time the anger in his voice was unmistakable. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to yourself?”
•••
Almost a year later, Equestria was nearly back to normal. As the cure for the infection was working wonderfully so.
And more importantly you were healthy again.
you pressed yourself affectionately against King Sombra’s side, nuzzling into him with an almost playful amount of affection.
“Thank you,” you murmured happily. “I love you sooo much.”
Two changelings hauled the limp body of a pony into the chamber before letting it fall onto the cold stone floor.
The dull thud echoed through the room. Your stomach turned.
You looked away almost immediately, your ears pinning back in disgust.
Across from you, Queen Chrysalis watched in silence, one brow arched as if waiting for you to make the obvious choice.
Ever since you had been infected, she’d managed to halt the parasite’s progress before it completely consumed your mind.
But it came with a price. The thing inside you still had to be fed.
If it wasn’t it would begin feeding on you instead.
“I don’t think I can keep doing this,” you murmured, unable to tear your eyes away from the floor.
Chrysalis let out a slow, impatient sigh.
“If you wish to keep that parasite from reclaiming you,” she said coolly, nudging the body a little closer with one hoof, “then you will.”
“I was considerate enough to have this one brought to you after death. I suggest you stop wasting energy on complaints and do what must be done.”
You squeezed your eyes shut.
“I hate this…”
“So do something useful with your hatred.”Silence settled over the chamber.
Chrysalis might have seemed like she didn't care with the way she spoke but she did.
Losing you to the parasite wasn’t an outcome she was willing to accept. If forcing you to endure this was what it took to keep your mind intact, then so be it. She would drag you through every miserable day herself if it meant you survived.
Usually, she didn’t have to. The parasite always made the decision for you.
The scent in the room reached you again, and your body betrayed you.
Your mouth watered despite the resistance. You fought it for as long as you could.
But eventually, the parasite won. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to the pony who could no longer hear you.
You looked away as you gave in. Once Finshed all that was left of the pony was bone only a little flesh remained. You stare at the floor in shame blood covers your mouth and a bit of your muzzle.
Chrysilas walks up beside you wiping off the red substance with a cloth before giving you a small kiss to the corner of your mouth a small show of affection.
And looking up at her you couldn't help the small smile that tugs at your lips.
Cadance stood on the other side of the reinforced safety glass, tears blurring her vision as she stared at the creature that had once been you.
Your weakened, mutated form shuffled forward, pressing a trembling hoof against the barrier separating you from her.
Separating her from the mare she loved.
Cadance swallowed hard and stepped closer, placing her forehead against the cold glass.
This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.
For weeks she’d exhausted herself searching for an answer. Ancient spells. Forbidden texts. Potions. Healers from every corner of Equestria. She had tried everything she could think of.
And none of it had been enough. All she could do now was watch. Watch as the infection slowly took over you.
“Cadance…”
Your voice was weak. Sounding slightly distorted and muffled through the glass.
Yet hearing it made her heart ache all the same.
“Cadance, please let me out…”
Your hoof dragged weakly down the glass.
“I miss you.”
A sob escaped her before she could stop it. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. The fifth time today.
Maybe the tenth. She’d stopped counting. Because those were the only words you repeated anymore.
Cadance.
Please let me out.
I miss you.
Over and over again. Like a cruel imitation of the pony she’d lost. Cadance squeezed her eyes shut.
“Please… please just come back to me.”
Her voice trembled.
“I… I can’t do this without you.”
She forced herself to look up.
On the other side of the glass, your gaze locked onto hers for only a heartbeat before your body lurched forward. Your teeth scraped uselessly against the barrier, desperate to reach her. The sound made her stomach twist.
She didn’t flinch.
She simply watched, tears silently slipping down her cheeks.
She knew she was running out of time.
She had seen this before.
Every infected pony followed the same cruel path. The parasite burrowed into its host, making its way to the brain until the pony they once were was slowly lost. It stole memories, even the voice of the one it had claimed, wearing them like a mask.
Eventually, when it could no longer sustain itself, it too would perish.
Cadance hated every second of it. She hated that you had suffered.
Most of all, she hated how powerless she was to stop it.
Another week passed.
Each day she returned to your room, watching the creature grow weaker. Its movements became slower. Its breathing shallower.
The desperate pounding against the glass had stopped days ago.
Now it barely moved at all.
When Cadance arrived that morning, she froze in the doorway. Your body lay curled on the floor, chest rising only in the faintest of breaths.
You didn’t even lift your head. She stared at you for a long moment before making her decision. With magic, she disengaged the containment field.
The barrier shimmered once then vanished.
Slowly, she stepped into the room. There was no attempt to lunge at her. Only the faint sound of your breathing.
Cadance crossed the room and lowered herself beside you, gently resting against your side the way she had done countless times before any of this had happened.
You were so cold.
Her eyes brimmed with fresh tears as she leaned her forehead against yours.
“I know you may not be able to hear me,” she whispered. “Maybe you’re already gone…”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. Cadance closed her eyes and held you a little tighter.
“I love you.”
For a moment she thought she felt the faintest pressure against her shoulder.
So weak it could have been nothing. Maybe one final goodbye. She never opened her eyes to find out.
Instead, she stayed there beside you, refusing to let you face your last moments alone.
When Takuma admitted to Nanami how embarrassing it was that he was still a virgin at twenty-one, while they were out drinking, and that the only action he'd ever gotten was a few make-outs, he didn't expect the older man to offer him help with that problem.
Then, when he said that the last thing Takuma anticipated was standing face to face with the salaryman's wife, dressed in a lace bra and panties with a silk see-through robe, the sight made him avert his gaze out of respect, while looking back at his friend with flushed cheeks and a racing heart.
“Hey Nanami, you sure about this?… I mean, she's your wife.”
Nanami nods without hesitation. “I don't mind.” He then looks to you. “Sweetheart, have you changed your mind?”
With a smile spreading across your face, you shake your head. “No, I'm happy to help out your friend Ken.”
Takuma nods slowly, looking back at you, his eyes glued to your face, too nervous to look any lower. You lightly chuckle. “Do you know how to kiss? We can start with that.”
Takuma nods, barely catching what you said, with all the thoughts racing through his mind. Realizing that he wasn't going to make the first move, you step closer, raising one hand to the side of his face and resting the other on the back of his head.
The brunette's eyes shift to Nanami once more, catching him taking a seat in a chair to watch before he feels your lips connect with his. Takuma's eyes dart back to you, and his hands cautiously find a place on your hips as his eyes close.
You quickly grow bored with standard kissing, licking his bottom and giving it a small bite. Causing him to let out a small gasp, you don't waste any time slipping your tongue in and taking control.
A muffled groan escapes Takuma as he feels your body press against his. All his blood rushes downwards a bludge forming in his pants another sound of pleasure rumbles in his throat at the sensation of your leg sliding between his thighs and subtly giving a bit of friction to his clothed cock.
Finally you pull away from the heated kiss chuckling as you watch the brunette instinctively chase after your lips wanting more.
You put a hand on his chest stopping him Takumas eyes open as wondering if the two of you were done already a bit of disappointment filling him already. Though when you turn your head to look at your husband Takuma is reminded that he is still there and eyeing you both.
“Ken Im done with kissing.”
Nanami nods then looks at Takuma before speaking.
The order catches Takuma off guard the man stares at his senior for a long moment before snapping out of it and nodding. “Okay.”
Takuma's head snaps back to you who's already looking intently at him. He feels the way his cock twitches at your expectant stare. He gulps before slowly beginning to move his hands from your hips to your robe untying the knot that held the robe together around your body.
You let the piece of silk fall off of you and to the floor now only in your undergarments you watch in amusement as he hesitates to move his hands to your bra having a bit of trouble unclasping it then watching that piece of clothing hit the floor as well.
The sight of your breasts makes him halt in his tracks again. Never seeing any in real life before now. Takuma's hand unconsciously raises to one of your tits his fingertips brushing over your hard nipple. Making him want nothing more than to suck on them.
You bite back a small moan at his touch to your sensitive bud and grab hold of his hand. “Takuma I still have something on” you remind him gesturing down to your panties.
The man seems to snap out of whatever trance he's in dropping his gaze to your lower body. He stares at the young sorcerer's heart, which picks up speed again as he begins to pull them down.
Now fully naked you lead him back to the bed sitting down on it while he stands between your legs hands on either side of you. Your eyes travel down to his hard erection a bit of wetness had seeped through his pants. Beginning to palm him you listen to him let out a sharp gasp followed by low moans. Looking back at Nanami.
“What now Ken?”
Nanami stands moving closer instructing you to lie back and for Takuma to get on his knees. He then parts your lips and gently pulls back your hood showcasing your clit.
Takuma feels his cock twitch as he stares directly at it feeling as if he could cum right there and then.
“Do you know what this is?” Takuma nods not taking his eyes off you. “Then taste her,” Nanami demands.
Takuma doesn't waste a second diving into you licking a long stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. Sucking and circling his tongue around the small nub.
As mentioned before he has zero experience. But he sure has seen enough pussy eating videos before to mimic what those people do. And judging by the sounds you're letting out and how your fingers slide through his hair to grip it and push his face more into you he's doing a pretty good job.
Takuma continues to lap at your juices making a mess on his face. Starting to feel more confident he places two fingers to your sopping, pulsating hole that begs to be filled with something.
Slowly he pushes them in your warm gooey walls immediately clamping around his thick digits. And starts curling and pumping them in and out of you. Strings of praises slip past your lips as your back slightly arches off the bed. Your grips on his hair gets tighter his hips rock in the air trying to get even a bit of relief to his needy cock.
His fingers and mouth switch places his fingers rubbing tight circles on your list while he reaches his tongue as deep as it can go.
You back arches slightly off the bed your hips bucking into him every few seconds.
“Ah, Takuma don't stop.”
The man moans against you his words muffled “Mm you taste so good Mrs. Nanami” His free hand going into his pants to begin hastily stroking himself.
“Stop Takuma.”
The young sorcerer almost doesn't hear the blonde man to wrapped up in you but he abruptly stops all his motions and looks up at Nanami his chin glistening with you slick.
You let out a whine at the loss of pleasure, propping yourself up on your elbows. Half-heartedly glaring at your husband with a small pout.
“Kento really? I was just about to cum.”
“I know sweetheart”
Nanami leans down his hand cradling the side of your face, connecting your lips together for a few seconds before he stands back straight his hand sliding down to graze your hard nipple eliciting a small whimper from you and a smile.
Nanami shifts his attention back to Takuma who's still staring at him impatiently waiting for further instruction.
“Stand up and pull down your pants.”
Without hesitation, Takuma does as told. As soon as his boxers came down his lengthy, slightly thick member sprang out. Flush red and precum leaking out of his tip the sight making your hole clench and your legs spread a bit wider.
Nanami's fingers touch lightly to you hole feeling how wet you are before nodding. “Go on.”
The brunette looks to the both of you once more giving time for and withdraw. And you do stop him with a hand to his lower abdomen.
“Hold on you're not going to put on a condom?”
You chuckle as Takuma's face confronts to one of confusion then embarrassment.
“Trying to get me pregnant Takuma?. Ken do you mind me having his babies too?”
You speak in a teasing manner. “I think they'd be cute and Takuma would make a great father” the blonde man stares you down immediately which tells you all you need to know.
“Just kidding love.”
You flip over onto your stomach getting into an arched position with your ass in the air.
“Looks like you'll have to use my ass then Takuma”
The man immediately nods face burning at the erotic sight. grabbing hold of your supple ass and dragging you closer to him.
“Don't hurt her. Push in slowly” Nanami's instructs sitting back in the chair. Making the other man look at him for a few seconds and nod before turning back to you.
Takuma takes a deep breath, pressing the slick tip of his cock against your entrance. The heat is intense, and he pushes forward, gasping as your walls grip him for the first time. "Oh fuck-" His hands tremble on your hips as he sinks deeper.
A soft moan of relief finally getting what you wanted. Your ass instinctively rocking backwards.
Takuma groans deeply, his hips jerking forward as more of his length disappears inside you. "Shit, she's tight..." he mutters, looking over at Nanami who just smirks and watches his friend's virginity being taken by his own wife.
"Keep going," Nanami encourages. "Take your time getting used to her. She likes it slow at first."
Takuma nods, his cock throbbing inside you as he bottoms out. He grips your hips harder, breathing heavily, waiting for the overwhelming fullness to settle he whimpers softly.
You let out a low whine slightly wiggling your ass to get him going feeling a bit impatient. “Cmon Takuma I'm not here to cockwarm you know”
“Sweetheart patience. Remember it's his first time” Nanami half-heartedly scolds you a bit amused.
Takuma lets out a shaky laugh, his cock twitching inside you at your impatience. "I-I'm trying," he stammers, still getting used to the incredible heat gripping him.
"Just focus on breathing" Nanami says, crossing his arms. "She'll start moving on you soon enough."
Takuma takes several deep breaths, trying to steady himself as your walls pulse around him. Finally, he begins to pull back slightly, then pushes in again, setting a slow, tentative rhythm. Each shallow thrust makes him groan louder, his cock learning your curves.
"That's it," Nanami murmurs. "See how she clenches when you hit deep?"
Takuma's eyes roll back as you start meeting his thrusts, your body involuntarily seeking more friction. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you back onto him each time he thrusts forward. The wet sounds of his virgin cock sliding in and out of your experienced pussy fill the room.
Your own fingers slide between your thighs beginning to slowly rub your clit for added pleasure.
Takuma watches your hand disappear between your legs, his eyes widening as he realizes you're touching yourself. The sight sends a shock of pleasure through him, making his thrusts become slightly deeper and more confident. "Fuck... she's playing with her clit..." he pants, glancing at Nanami for approval.
"Yeah, that's how she likes it," Nanami says casually, spreading his legs. "Speed up a little. Make her use those fingers properly."
Takuma swallows hard and obeys, his thrusts becoming more deliberate as he watches you rub yourself. His cock drags across your walls with each deep plunge, and you start to feel his virgin stamina building.
Takuma's hips snap forward with increasing confidence, his cock driving deep into you as your fingers circle your clit. The stimulation has you moaning louder, your walls fluttering around the inexperienced length inside you.
You suddenly jolt letting out a small yelp when feeling a light stinging on your ass cheek. You look back watching as Takuma raises his hand again to bring it down on your ass.
“A-Ah, Takuma you've gotten bold quick.” You smile. “Mm don't stop” your fingers move faster rubbing harshly.
Takuma grins, emboldened by your encouragement, and brings his hand down on your other cheek with a sharp *smack*. "Good girl," he breathes out, surprisingly finding his rhythm. Nanami watches from his chair with an amused smirk, seeing his virgin friend finally taking charge.
"Hit her harder," Nanami instructs calmly. "And keep those hips moving."
Takuma's smacks become harder, the sound of his hand connecting with your flesh filling the room along with your eager moans. His hips snap forward aggressively now, his cock slamming into your depths as he watches your ass jiggle with each impact.
“Fuck, I'm gonna cum” your face falls into the sheets as you feel a knot thing in your stomach.
Takuma's eyes widen, his cock swelling inside you as you announce your impending orgasm. He looks to Nanami, not knowing what to do, but his body knows istiantly. His thrusts become erratic and deep, aiming for that spot that makes you scream. "Right there?"
“Yes don't stop” your words muffled as your ass coniutes to slam against his pelvis.
Takuma pounds into you mercilessly, his cock hitting that perfect spot repeatedly while his hand prints bloom across your ass. Your own fingers rub frantically at your clit, and he can feel your walls starting to flutter and clamp down. "Shit, I'm close too-" he gasps out, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Let her climax first," Nanami says coolly.
And just a few seconds later a loud pornographic moan and his name rips through your throat and hands gripping the sheets as you feel yourself clamp around his still-moving cock.
Takuma's mouth hangs open as he watches your body convulse with pleasure, your asshole squeezing his length so tightly it's almost painful. He freezes mid-thrust, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he feels your wetness dripping down his balls. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-”
Your orgasm triggers his own, Takuma's cock pulsing violently as it unloads. He collapses forward, his face pressed between your shoulder blades, moaning like a porn star as his first real load shoots deep into you painting your insides a white color . Nanami watches with satisfaction as the boy trembles, clearly used up.
"Good job, both of you."
•••
“Bye Takuma have a nice night.”
The man smiles with flushed cheeks. “Goodnight Ms. Nanami and thank you again”
He then looks to Nanami “Same time next week?”
“Get your own wife.” you and Takuma both chuckle at Nanami's response before he walks off.
You watch Takuma leave for a bit before closing the door.
“Im never allowing that again”
You snort looking up at him “got jealous?” he leans down connecting your lips with his in a long loving kiss before pulling away slightly.
Kyojuro didnt mean for it to turn out like this. No really this was only supposed to be a friendly lunch together in his home.
But one light kiss turned into two, two turned into three, the softness of them turned deep and hungry, and now his thick, caulosed fingers are knuckles deep in your pussy touching such sensitive spots you weren't even aware you had.
soft moans leave your mouth as he curls them. His digits scratching your inner walls so deliciously you can't help but let his name slip past your lips.
The fiery-haired man lets out strings of apologies for how inappropriate his behavior is but doesn't make a move to stop instead leaning over to trail kisses from your jaw to your collarbone enjoying the way you shiver underneath him.
His free hand comes up to fondle your breast taking it out from your unbuttoned uniform. A low groan leaves him as he feels your nails dig into his shoulder through the fabric of his own uniform.
His ever-moving mouth progresses down to one of your tits beginning to suck and lightly bite it as if he were trying to get something to come out.
Your own fingers start to draw tight circles on your clit to form more pleasure. Kyojuro then comes off your nipple with a light pop as his tongue replaces your fingers flicking and sucking making your back arch a little off the floor.
Your hands fly to his hair gripping the soft strands not knowing whether you wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
“mm- Kyo, don't.. that's disgusting”
The man only moans against your heat sending small vibrations pulling away just a bit to speak. “really? Cause you taste so sweet” he dives back in pulling out his fingers and shoving his tongue as deep as possible.
“Like sweet potatoes”
His words are muffled as he devours you as if you were his last meal. Lapping up your arousal messily taking only a mere second to breathe before starting the cycle again.
The knot in your stomach tightens as your orgasm approaches.
“Ah! kyojuro Im close, so close. Don't stop”
His mouth moves back to clit while his fingers sink back into your hole.
“Cum on my fingers. Please Let me feel you”
It only takes a few thrusts before your gummy walls are tightening around him your hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the loud moan that leaves your mouth.
Kyojuro groans at the feeling giving your clit a few more licks drawing out your orgasm. Watching as your hips slightly buck forward from the overestimation.
Kyojuro sits back up licking your slick off his fingers the erotic sight making you look away red-faced and erupting a chuckle from him.
You sit up as well and immediately feel something prodding at your inner thigh. Your hole clenches around nothing as you bring your hand to his clothed member and begin palming it hearing your friend let out a low moan.
“I need you Kyo. I want you deep inside me.”
Kyojuro looks down at you with flushed cheeks getting more turned on by the second. He didn't plan on putting it in you but he also can't seem to deny you.
You pull away as he hastily unbuckles his pants pulling them down just enough to pull out his thick throbbing member that leaks precum.
You let out a small yelp when he grabs your undethighs picking you up and against the wall your hands finding their place on his shoulders.
Your gaze travels down to his cock once more the flushed red tip eager to make contact with your slit though now you're not too sure if he'd fit.
Kyojuro’s next words grabs your attention making you make eye contact with him.
“Are you positive?”
You nod firmly “Yes. Just put it in. I can't wait any longer”.
At your answer Kyojuro lines himself up with your entrance giving you one last look before slowly sinking you down. Watching as every inch of himself disappears inside of you.
He gives you a minute to accommodate him before beginning to move burying his face in the crook of your neck breathing deeply. Never having felt like this before.
The years of yearning for each other are finally shining through.
Your nails dig into his shoulders again though his feels great and you know he only wants to be gentle his agonizingly slow pace that he has going is driving you crazy.
You let out another moan your mouth right next to his ear.
“Mm..Kyojuro please go faster. Harder. Don't be gentle.”
The man hesitates for a moment before obeying and picking up his pace and getting a bit rough. With every thrust the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.
You move on of your hands down to rub your clit making the experience all the more pleasurable. Kyojuro kisses and suckes your neck leaving a few marks building up the heat in your stomach.
Though his next whispered words nearly make you cum on the spot.
“I love you so much, my flame”
He hits a particular spot inside you causing a loud moan which was probably heard throughout the estate to slip out your mouth and before you're able to get an apology out his lips connect with yours in a harsh and sloppy kiss filled with tounge and a slight clash of teeth.
After a few moments Kyojuro pulls back, his cock pulsating inside of you keeping eye contact with you he speaks breathlessly.
“Where do you want it?”
You knew he meant he was close and you knew it wasn't the best idea but you couldn't help but want to feel his sticky substance fill you. So you grab and pull him closer as physically possible, wrapping your legs around him silently begging him not to pull out.
“I-Inside” is all you're able to stutter out as you instantly feel him start slamming into you rougher than before his hands grip your thighs sure to leave marks but the pleasure overrides the slight pain in them.
You make no attempt at stay quiet now letting it all out as you cum squeezing down on him so tight that the next thing you feel is his hot seed painting your walls.
You slowly come down from your highs still connected his cum seeping out of your hole a smile forms on your lips as you repeat his words back.
Hey can I request a dark hiccup fic please? I'm afraid there isn't much on it and I'm starving for it your writing is amazing btw!!
𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟑
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Genre: yandere themes
Warnings: unhealthy behaviors
Characters: Slight yandere! Hiccup Haddock x femreader
Notes: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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Toothless cut a clean path through the air, his wings dark against the colors of sunset. You leaned forward slightly, just enough to catch the rush of wind on your face, but Hiccup’s arms instantly cinched tighter, pulling you back against him.
“You’ll fall,” he muttered against your ear, though his hold was unyielding enough to bruise.
You wanted to argue, to tell him you weren’t fragile, that you could ride on your own if he’d only let you but you swallowed it down. It was always easier to stay quiet.
Ahead, Astrid spun Stormfly into a wide loop, laughter carrying on the breeze. The others weren’t far behind, weaving and darting in playful patterns.
You couldn’t help the way your chest ached watching them.
Hiccup felt the shift before you even realized you’d leaned forward again, eyes lingering where they shouldn’t. His fingers tightened over yours, jaw clenched.
“Don’t look at them.” His voice was low, dangerous in the way it could still sound like tenderness. “They don’t care about you like I do.”
You let out a small sigh and spoke careful and quietly. “Hiccup…I think you should be village chief-“ you cut yourself off and try to immediately explain yourself before he could reply.
“Y-you know because you I think you would do a great job!” you attempt to butter him up a bit to lessen the blow he's about to give you.
“You're great at everything and you wouldn't have to-”
“Wouldn’t have to what? Watch you?” His laugh was humorless, sharp. He tilted your face toward him, forcing your gaze away from the sky. His green eyes burned, searching, accusing. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me distracted. So you could what? Sneak off?
Your throat tightened. “That’s not what I meant-”
“You're seeing someone else being my back aren't you?” Hiccup says almost as a matter of fact. Watching as your face contorted into one of surprise. You immediately go to defend yourself “what?! No! Hiccup how could you even accuse me of something like that?”
“I would never do that to you.” The brunette's eyes narrow. “Well it sure is starting to seem like it.”
“You don't want me.” his voice is rough “You’d rather have freedom. You want someone who knows nothing about you someone that could never live you like I do” He said it like it was fact, like you’d confessed it without words.
You stared at him, heart hammering, the wind suddenly colder against your skin. “That’s not true,” you whispered, but it came out small, trembling. Toothless shifted beneath you, sensing the storm above his back, his ears flattening as his tail swayed uneasily.
Hiccup’s grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it grew tighter. “Then say it,” he demanded, his voice low and cracking. “Say you don’t want anyone else. Say you’re not thinking about leaving me.”
“I’m not thinking about leaving,” you said, forcing your voice to stay steady. “Hiccup, you’re twisting everything. I just—I just want you to trust me.”
Hiccup stares silently at you before letting out a small sigh, pressing his forehead against yours and suddenly his voice goes softer. “I do trust you...But I need you to trust me too.”
His slightly calloused hand raises up to cup the side of your face his thumb making small circles on your cheek. “I know what’s best so tell me you'd choose me. You have to.”
By the time you landed on Berk, your legs trembled from more than just the flight. Hiccup dismounted first, reaching up to lift you down as though you couldn’t manage it yourself. His hand lingered at your waist, his thumb stroking slow circles that felt less like comfort.
“Someday soon,” he murmured, low enough that only you could hear. “You’ll be mine in every way that matters. My wife. My everything. And then you won’t have to look anywhere else, because you’ll have me.”
His smile was soft, sweet even. But his grip never loosened.
Not many monsters could catch Abbey’s attention. You’d have to stand out in some way. But nothing about you exactly screamed “look at me!.” You were just another average student at Monster High.
And yet, somehow, you still managed to catch the yeti’s eye. She just couldn’t understand why. In her mind, you couldn’t possibly share her feelings. After all, just yesterday she had given you a compliment… and you walked away.
Abbey spotted you sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, your nose buried in a book as usual. With a small huff, she approached.
“You read too much,” she said plainly, looming over you. “Your eyes will fall out of your head.”
You raised your head, gave her a sour look, and stood up without a word, slipping away.
In mountains, reading is rare. Books freeze. You are lucky your brain is large like yak. Big yak brain is strong. Good for survival.
And then today, when she tried to comment on your outfit…
“Your outfit looks… very cheap,” Abbey said matter-of-factly.
You shut your locker door, startled to find her standing right behind it. Your brows furrowed slightly at her words.
“Excuse me?”
She tilted her head, unbothered. “In mountains, we use cloth like this to wrap potatoes. Keep them warm in snow.”
You scoffed, frowning. “Are you really comparing me to a sack of potatoes?”
Abbey nodded without hesitation, missing the irritation in your voice. “Potatoes are life source in mountains. They keep you alive all winter. To be potato is highest honor.”
Your jaw dropped slightly at her seriousness. “Well, I don’t want to be a potato. Ever heard the saying ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all’?”
A small frown tugged at Abbey’s lips as she realized you thought she was mocking you. She opened her mouth to explain, but you were already turning away, storming down the hall.
The rest of the ghouls witnessing Abbey’s trouble with her crush decide to help her out.
Later that day in the Coffin Bean, Abbey sat slumped at the table, arms crossed, her usual confidence replaced with a rare frown.
“I do not understand,” she grumbled. “I give compliments. Nice ones. They walk away angry every time.”
Frankie tilted their head, sparking a little. “Uh… what exactly did you say?”
“Yesterday, I told them they had big brain like yak. Strong brain. And today, I compared outfit to potato sack. Potatoes keep you alive in mountain winters. Very flattering.”
The whole table went quiet.
Clawdeen winced. “Abbey, sweetie… those aren’t compliments.”
“They are in mountains!” Abbey shot back, confused and frustrated. “Big yak brain means smart. Potato means dependable food. Why they not see this?”
Draculaura giggled, covering her mouth. “Because here, calling someone a potato is… not so romantic.”
Ghoulia scribbled quickly in her notebook and held it up: Translation problem.
Frankie snapped their fingers. “Exactly! Abbey, you’re speaking Mountain Yeti, not Monster High. You gotta learn how to compliment in their language.”
Abbey tilted her head, suspicious. “So what? I lie?”
“No, no!” Clawdeen leaned forward, smiling. “Just… adjust. Instead of saying their outfit looks like a potato sack, say it looks fierce. Or instead of comparing them to a yak, say they’re brainy or sharp.”
Draculaura clapped her hands. “Ooh! Even better, show them, Abbey. Do something sweet instead of saying something confusing!”
Abbey’s frown softened just a little, though she still looked uncertain. “In mountains, words are cold. Actions keep you warm. Maybe… maybe I try action.”
The ghouls grinned.
•••
The sound of approaching footsteps reached your ears, followed by the faint clearing of a throat. Looking up from your table, your eyes landed on a familiar face, and your brows furrowed slightly.
“Hello… did you come up with something else about me to make fun of?” you asked, voice edged with skepticism.
Abbey shook her head. “No.” Without another word, she slid into the seat beside you and pushed a small, wrapped container across the table.
Inside was a steaming portion of her favorite warm potato stew.
Your gaze flicked down at it, confusion clear in your expression. “For me?”
Abbey nodded. “Yes. It is my favorite. I hope you like potato stew as well.”
You blinked, taken aback by the unexpected kindness, especially after the way she had spoken to you before. “Oh… thank you. I… I like potato stew.”
Carefully, you unwrapped the container, the rich aroma rising up to greet you. Before you could take a bite, Abbey’s low voice pulled your attention back to her.
“I apologize if what I say sounds like taunting,” she said. “I only mean good things. I swear.”
Your fingers paused on the spoon, eyes lifting to meet hers. There was no sarcasm in her icy blue stare, no hidden smirk. Just sincerity, heavy and awkward, but real.
You hesitated, then took a bite. The warmth spread through you almost instantly rich, hearty, comforting in a way you didn’t expect.
“This is… really good,” you admitted, surprised.
Abbey’s shoulders relaxed, a small but genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Of course it is. Potatoes are strongest food. Like you.”
You raised an eyebrow, unsure if that was another odd insult or not. “…Strongest food?”
She nodded with the seriousness only Abbey could muster. “Yes. They survive cold, snow, storms. Always there when you need them. In mountains, potatoes mean strength and life. When I say you are like potato… it is highest compliment.”
For a long moment, you just stared at her. Then, against your better judgment, a laugh escaped. Not mocking just warm.
Abbey’s brows furrowed, a flicker of defensiveness crossing her face. “You laugh at me?”
“No,” you shook your head quickly, smiling despite yourself. “I just… finally get it. You weren’t trying to insult me.”
Her expression softened again, relief breaking through the icy edge. “No. Never. I would not waste words on someone who means nothing.”
That made your cheeks warm, and you quickly looked back down at the stew.
Abbey leaned her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm as she watched you eat. “I am glad you like it. I want to try again with words you understand.”
You tilted your head curiously. “Yeah? Like what?”
She thought for a long moment, then said slowly, “Your laugh… is warm. Like fire on cold night. I like it.”
This time, you didn’t laugh. You just smiled really smiled at her. “That was… actually nice, Abbey.”
Her cheeks colored faintly, and she gave a proud little nod.
HHello, can I ask about Heath Burns with a boyfriend who goes to Monster High's rival school and during a competition discovers the truth and about how the principal of the other school puts a lot of pressure on his students to win.
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞
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Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Characters: Heath Burns x male!reader
Notes: (l/n) - last name
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(y/n) never really liked competitions. You liked Heath. You liked hanging out by the casketball courts, trading dumb jokes, pretending to be annoyed when Heath set your sleeve on fire again. But when your school principal signed you up for the big interschool tournament against Monster High, suddenly you were wearing the team colors and being reminded every five minutes that your team had to win.
“You’re our best shot, (y/n),” Principal Spector hissed, pacing the locker room. His shadowy figure loomed over the whole team, every word like a curse. “Do not embarrass this school. Victory is the only option. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” the team chorused.
You muttered it half a beat late, stomach twisting.
The actual competition was chaos Monster High against your school, claws and spells and tricks flying every direction. Heath was in the middle of it, shouting “Go team!” and nearly setting the scoreboard ablaze. And then he spotted you across the arena.
“Babe! Looking good in that uniform!” Heath called, waving like they weren’t supposed to be mortal enemies for the next two hours.
You slightly flushed, but before you could wave back, his coach barked, “Eyes on the game, (l/n)!”
They won their first round. Then the second. But instead of celebrating, you watched the other students on your team slump under the weight of the principal’s glare. One kid missed a shot and immediately got benched. Another tripped, and the principal hissed, “Failure,” loud enough for everyone to hear.
By the time the finals came around, your chest hurt worse than any bruise. You glanced over at the Monster High team laughing, cheering each other on, win or lose and then at his your teammates, who looked like prisoners in matching jerseys.
When Heath caught his eye again, grinning that goofy grin that said I believe in you no matter what, something in you cracked.
The final whistle blew. Instead of going for the winning shot, you stopped dead center, ball in hand. The crowd roared, confused. He turned and tossed the ball not toward the goal, but back to Heath, who caught it midair in stunned silence.
“What are you doing?!” his coach shrieked.
Your voice shook, but you raised it anyway: “I’m done! I’m not breaking myself or anyone else for some fake trophy just to make you look good.”
The arena fell quiet. Even Heath stared, blinking like he couldn’t believe it. Then, slowly, he started clapping. Frankie joined in. Clawdeen. Draculaura. Soon the whole Monster High side of the bleachers was cheering.
Principal Spector’s eyes blazed. “You’ll regret this,(l/n).”
But you just crossed the arena to Heath, who immediately threw an arm around him, fire still crackling at his fingertips.
“Hot take, babe,” Heath whispered, grinning ear to ear. “But also the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”
You laughed, shaky but lighter than you'd felt in months.
You woke up feeling nauseous. Breathing through only one nostril, your throat scratchy and your head pounding, you cracked your eyes open halfway. Instinctively, your hand reached across the bed, expecting to find warmth but met only empty sheets. With a groan, you pushed yourself upright.
You didn’t have long to dwell on the absence of your partner before Ariel stepped back into the room. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed you awake.
“Oh did I wake you?”
You shook your head slowly, then immediately nuzzled your face into his lap the moment he sat down beside you. His expression softened into concern as his hand brushed across your forehead.
“Are you alright? You don’t look well.”
You shook your head again, your voice muffled against him. “I’m dying.” Ariel’s hand halted for a moment having been with him for a couple of years now he knows you tend to dramatize things a bit, but he was still concerned.
He gently moves your head from his lap and stands up “I'll go get some help”. You reach your hand out as he walks towards the door.
“Nooo don't leave me! Not in my last waking moments” the redhead just chuckles looking back at you saying “I'll be back” before leaving the room.
•••
“It is nothing more than the flu. Prince Ariel. All she needs is rest”
“Though I do suggest you keep your distance. It is contagious” Grimsby reduces Ariel’s concerns after checking you. Reassuring him you'll be fine.
“I won't be okay though….It's over for me” Grimbsy sighs rolling his eyes and looking back down at you. “You are not dying Your Highness”
You groan draping your arm over your eyes. “It feels like I am….Ariel..will you take care of my seashell collection when I pass?”
Ariel’s brows knitted together, lips parting like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Take care of-? No! You’re not passing, you’re just-” he waved his hands uselessly, searching for the right word, “—sniffly!”
You peeked at him dramatically from under your arm. “This is the end, Ariel. Tell the gulls I loved them…”
Grimsby let out a long-suffering sigh, straightening his coat. “Your Highness is not passing. She has the flu. A common, ordinary, perfectly curable flu.” He glanced at Ariel. “Do not indulge this nonsense.”
But Ariel ignored him, moving back to kneel at your bedside. He took your hand between both of his. “If it means that much to you,” he said through a small chuckle, “I’ll take care of every seashell. I’ll polish them, I’ll guard them, I'll even take care of the chipped ones you insist on keeping”
You cracked one eye open, trying not to smile. “And the ones that smell like fish?” you croaked.
He nodded immediately. “Especially those ones.”
That made Grimsby pinch the bridge of his nose. “Heavens above… melodrama and gullibility. I’ll fetch tea.”
You let out another weak groan, shifting under the blankets. “If this is the end, Ariel, sing me something… so my soul may depart in peace.”
His eyes softened instantly, and before Grimsby could scold you both again, Ariel leaned closer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Then I’ll sing you to sleep,” he whispered, voice warm and low.
And he did, soft and shaky at first, but steadying as he went on.
Grimsby returned with the tea, muttering, “Utterly hopeless,” when he saw the prince still singing to his perfectly not-dying beloved.
Well my oc is his (andy's) younger sister she is a sweet kind girl who adores her older brother and sister (who are both 19 and 17 while she is 18) but she gets easily annoyed when they fight for his room. She loves history and has a crush on silvia sommerlath the queen of sweden who she dreams of meeting and falling in love much to her brother and sister's worry and amusement In the third movie it gets out of hand so andy decides to take her to college with him fearing that if he leaves her at home she will dream of this queen. She ends going with him even if she understands his worry but he overeacts
𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡
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Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Characters: Andy Davis, Molly Davis. Fem! OC
Notes: sorry its kind of short
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Marilena sat cross-legged on her bed, highlighter in one hand, history textbook in the other. She was trying to read about the Thirty Years’ War, but the sounds of chaos from down the hall made it impossible.
“IT’S MY ROOM!” Molly screeched.
“No, I get it! I’m going to college, I deserve the upgrade!” Andy barked back.
Marilena pinched the bridge of her nose. “God give me strength,” she muttered, flipping the page. Her eyes drifted to the margin where she’d scribbled Silvia Sommerlath with a little doodled crown. Her cheeks warmed instantly.
Just as Molly stormed past her door, Andy appeared in the frame, exasperated. “Do you hear this? She’s insane.”
“You’re both insane,” Marilena replied flatly, not looking up from her book.
Andy stepped into the room, crossing his arms. “Okay, but seriously what’s gonna happen when I go to college? She’ll be impossible.”
Marilena shrugged. “Not my problem.”
“Yeah, except it is,” Andy pressed. “Because I can’t exactly leave you here either.”
That finally made her look up. “Excuse me?”
He gave her that Big Brother Look. “You spend half your time daydreaming about some queen of Sweden like she’s your soulmate. If I leave you home, Mom’s gonna call me when you’ve bought a one-way ticket to Stockholm.”
Marilena’s face burned red. “I-That’s-It’s not a problem! It’s just a dream-”
“It’s weird,” Andy cut in, though not unkindly. “And I’m not taking chances. You’re coming with me.”
She blinked. “To college?”
“Yes. To college.”
Molly’s laughter rang down the hall. “Oh my god, Andy, you’re scared she’s gonna run away and marry a queen! This is the best thing I’ve ever heard!”
Marilena threw a pillow at the door, missing Molly by an inch. “Shut up!”
Andy sighed, already grabbing one of her textbooks off the desk. “Pack your stuff, Lena. You’re not staying here.”
She wanted to argue, but… the thought of getting out of this madhouse, of wandering a real college campus with endless history books and maybe, just maybe, international study programs? It didn’t sound too bad.
Still, she muttered, “If Queen Silvia ever invites me over, I’m going.”
Notes: - for some reason I couldn't answer your ask directly so I had to screenshot.
-you both are adults
- kind of sub Rainbow Dash
•••
You and Rainbow Dash lounge together on the couch, her arm snugly around your waist as you lean into her. A rom-com plays softly on the television, keeping you entertained though the rainbow-haired girl clearly isn’t watching.
Instead, her eyes are fixed on you, studying your features as if seeing them for the very first time. Her grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, her gaze flickering down to your lips. From the corner of your eye, you catch her attention lingering on you, but you say nothing, choosing to keep your focus on the screen.
Then her hand slips from your waist to rest on your thigh. That’s when you turn to face her “whats wrong Dash?”
She gives a small shrug trying to act nonchalant. “I'm bored. I'm not into this cheesy stuff”. A small chuckle leaves your throat. You feel her hand inching higher your gaze flickering down to it then catching her gaze again.
“Okay, then what do you want to do instead?”
She shrugs again her eyes wandering elsewhere to avoid your stare. “I don't know…”
You inch a little closer to her noticing a red flush covering the tips of her ears. “Are you sure? Cause you've been staring at me for the past ten minutes”
After hearing a few seconds of silence from her your hand moves up to gently grab her chin making her look at you again.
“Say it.”
You watch as her eyes slightly widen her cheeks turning a red hue she feigns ignorance. “I don't know what you're talking about”
You give a small tilt of your head letting go of her chin and leaning away your attention going back to the TV though you weren't focused on it. “Hm okay then”
Rainbow's hand twitches to grab yours but she holds herself back. She stared at you every few seconds her attention going from the TV to your figure, trying to hold it together.
Only after five minutes does she give in a smug smirk playing on your lips when hearing her quietly utter the words “I need you”.
Despite hearing whats she said you decide to tease her a bit. “Huh? Could you repeat that” you ask leaning in closer again.
Your girlfriend's brows furrow her hand coming up to grip your shirt pulling you closer as she begrudgingly repeats herself a little louder this time. “I need you”
You lightly chuckle “Need me to what?”. Rainbow huffs after hearing your response letting you go and standing up from the couch but before she could stop away you quickly grab her hand.
“No wait I'm sorry okay” you pull her back down making her to lie down on the couch as you position yourself between her legs. “You're such an ass”
You smile against the skin on her neck lightly kissing it. “Sorry Dashie your just too fun to mess with”
You suck and lick on her skin leaving hickeys in your wake and hearing your girlfriends moans only fuels you more as you start to feel blood rush down to your cock.
In the next few minutes both your clothes were in disray on the floor. Rainbow's chest scattered with purple marks contrasting against her light blue skin.
You mouth latches onto one of her hardened nipples swirling your tongue around the bud and lightly biting it. Her breasts arch into your mouth loving the suction her multi-colored hair sprawled out some strands sticking to her face and neck as a thin layer of sweet begins to cover her body.
And the feeling of your hard cock prodding at her inner thigh makes her hole clench around nothing begging to be touched. To be filled.
As if hearing her silent pleas your fingers trail down to her soaked cunt sliding your finger between her folds the feeling making your cock twitch and leak pre-cum while a small whimper comes from her.
“Seems like you don't need any prepping…I forgot how easy it is to get you wet”
Your girlfriend face flushes as she turns her head away. “Shut up and just satisfy me already I can't wait any longer”
You chuckle hearing her demanding tone. “Yes ma’am”
Grabbing your cock you slide it against her a few times your tip rubbing her clit a soft moan slipping past your lips, her hands gripping your thighs. You had to admit that you couldn't wait any longer to be inside her either.
Finally you position yourself at her entrance your eyes meet her glossy purple ones for a moment before you thrust your hips foward driving your entire length inside her in one powerful motion causing a sharp gasp and loud moan to rip from her throat.
Rainbow dash’s hand immediately shoots to cover her mouth to muffle any sounds that urge to escape her throat but you only grab her wrists pinning them down.
“No. I want to hear you” you began moving fast and deep thrusts. leaning down capturing her lips in a rough passionate kiss. Your tongue slips into her mouth immediately taking dominance as your hands grip her hips possessively.
Lifting her onto your lap to get deeper inside your body giving her no reprieve. Her hands grip your shoulders nails digging into your skin most likely to leave marks.
You break the kiss to trial your lips along her jaw nibbling kissing there. “A-ah..harder!…ngh..is that a-all you got?” your girlfriend demands though you're already hitting her deepest spots.
You smile feeling her walls clench around you a sign that she's getting close. “Mm…getting a bit bold aren't we Dash”
Rainbow Dash lets out a small sound of surprise when you suddenly change your position you now stand behind her as she's bent over on the couch.
She looks back you face flushed hair messy and furrowed brows. You chuckle leaning over her slightly your breasts pressing against her back your cock still buried inside. “Don't look at me like that. Like you don't love it when I manhandle you”
She looks away to hide her already flushed face. Your hand grabs some of her hair in a firm grip moving it out of her face and exposing some of her neck allowing you to give it a small lick. “I can read you like an open book Dashie”
Rainbow Dash shudders at the sudden feeling and glances back at you her cocky demeanor slipping. “Just start fucking me again you talk too much”
“Alright alright” With a small kiss the her cheek you started moving again hard and fast occasionally slapping her ass. Pulling out just until the tip is still inside then slamming back in making her see stars.
Feeling her walls clench around you again you know she's close to her climax as you are too. You let go of her hair your hand sliding down to her back and pushing her down into the couch making her ass go higher.
“F-fuck Rainbow…ah… I'm gonna cum”
Your fingers move around her waist to her pussy and start to rub her clit making her orgasm approach fast. You feel her get tighter and tighter around you, with a few more thrusts she breaks a pornographic moan ripping from her throat as her legs slightly shake. And finally, the knot in your stomach snaps.
White fluids shoot from your tip just as you pull out of her your cum landing on her back.
Soft pants fill the room as both of you slowly come down from your highs. Letting her go you leave. Shortly coming back with a rag and cleaning her up.
“Satisfied now Dash?”
She rolls her eyes and grabs you pulling you down the couch to lie with her. “Shut up.” After getting comfortable she lies her head on your chest while your fingers run through her hair.
Hii!!! I REALLY love your Astrid works and was wondering if you would be willing to do some dark! Fem/not genderbland Astrid with a darling that ran away but was caught on the last second.
Tsm 4 reading my request!
𝐍𝐨 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞
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Genre: yandere
Warnings: some unhealthy behaviors
Character's: Yandere! Astrid Hofferson x fem!reader
Notes: none
•••
You watch through the window of the home you share with Astrid, eyes following her as she hops onto Stormfly and takes off with the rest of the group.
The second they’re out of sight, you move.
With a bobby pin you’d stolen days ago, you drop to the floor and begin picking the lock on the shackle chained to your ankle. It’s slow going your hands tremble, nerves coiled tight but eventually, a soft click cuts through the silence. The shackle falls open.
You slip it off quickly and grab the small bag you’ve hidden under the floorboards, packed with essentials while Astrid wasn’t looking. You waste no time, bolting out of the house and into the trees where you’ve stashed a dragon one that isn’t yours, since yours had mysteriously vanished.
The dragon shifts uneasily under you, unfamiliar with your touch, but after a tense few minutes, you coax it into the sky. Your heart slams wildly in your chest as Dragon’s Edge shrinks behind you. With every beat of the wings beneath you, your breath evens out. For the first time in what feels like forever, you feel it: freedom.
You don’t notice the deadly Nadder flying silently in the clouds above, shadowing your every move.
By nightfall, you land in a quiet clearing and slide off the dragon’s back. Letting it rest, you head into the nearby forest to collect firewood. You hum softly, the night air crisp and cool, a sharp contrast to the warmth in your chest from the flight.
But then, snap.
You freeze.
Footsteps.
You spin around, eyes scanning the darkness. Nothing. Probably just an animal. You start walking again, faster this time, gathering sticks along the way.
Crunch.
Again.
You stop cold. “Who’s there?… Come out now or else!” you call out, trying to sound fierce but your voice betrays you with a faint tremble.
Silence.
Shaking your head, you curse your imagination and begin heading back, your steps brisk. That’s when the footsteps rush toward you.
You drop the wood and sprint.
But just as you reach the edge of the clearing wham! you’re tackled to the ground, a scream ripping from your throat. You roll onto your back, only to find an axe slamming down toward your face. You jerk your head aside, eyes clenching shut as the blade hits the dirt inches from your cheek.
Your pulse thunders in your ears.
Then… a low, humorless laugh.
You force your eyes open and there she is. A mop of blonde hair, icy blue eyes glaring into yours.
“Astrid?!”
She has one hand clenched around her axe, the other pressed into the ground beside your head. Her breath comes in sharp bursts, jaw clenched, brows drawn low.
“Look at that,” she growls, voice bitter. “You could’ve been killed.”
Your fear is replaced by fury. “What is wrong with you?! You scared the hell out of me!”
The panic returns quickly, though, as the reality sets in she found you. You’re caught.
Astrid doesn’t move. Her expression hardens.
“You really thought you could run from me?” she spits. “How stupid are you?”
You push yourself up slightly, bracing your weight on your elbows. The urge to fight back is strong, but Astrid’s presence towering over you, angry and unyielding keeps you frozen.
“I had to leave,” you snap, voice cracking from the mix of adrenaline and emotion. “You were locking me up, Astrid”.
“I was keeping you safe. Something you clearly need”
You shove her off with all the strength you can muster, scrambling backward through the dirt until your back hits a tree. Your heart is a drum in your chest, adrenaline surging so fast it makes your limbs shake.
“I’m not stupid,” you snap, teeth clenched. “I just couldn’t live like that anymore. I’m not a prisoner!”
She stands slowly, brushing dirt off her knee, axe still gripped tightly in her hand. “You don’t get it, do you? You have no idea what’s out there, and you just what? Take some other dragon and fly off like it’s all just an adventure?”
You grit your teeth. “I’d rather take my chances out there than stay..”
Astrid’s face contorts for a moment “I didn’t want to chain you up,” she says, quieter now. “But you wouldn’t listen. You kept trying to leave. You wouldn’t listen to me.”
“I was listening, Astrid,” you snap. “I just didn’t agree.”
Silence settles between you.
“You took them,” you whisper, stunned. “You took them from me.”
“I had no choice!” she bites back. “You were planning to leave again. I couldn’t risk you flying off on your own. Not when there are people out there waiting for that exact moment.”
You stare at her, vision blurring with the sting of angry tears. “You should’ve trusted me.”
“I trust no one when it comes to you,” she whispers. She strides up to you her hand swiftly wrapping around your waist pulling you closer towards her. You let out a small surprised gasp.
“I know whats best…” she leans her face closer to yours. “im the only person you can depend on” the blonde whispers before connecting her lips with yours in a slightly rough kiss.
Her tounge swipes your bottoms lip asking for entrance and the feeling nearly makes you give in but you shake away the thought and push her away, wiping your lips. “N-No. I'm not coming back with you Astrid”
Astrid’s expression darkens. “Then you leave me no choice.”
She raises two fingers to her lips and whistles. sharp and loud.
The bushes nearby rustle. Stormfly steps out into the clearing, eyes fixed on you. Astrid takes a step closer, voice low. “Come with me. Don't make me drag you back. Believe me you don't want that”
a part 2 to obsession w/ hiccup? maybe a little smutty ;)
𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐
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Genre: smut
Warnings: smut, some unhealthy behaviors.
Characters: Slight yandere! Hiccup Haddock x femreader
Notes: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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After another long flight in search of a new island, Hiccup hops off Toothless the moment they land. You slide down after him, stretching your legs from the ride, barely getting a few steps in before a hand suddenly wraps around your wrist.
He doesn’t say anything. His grip is firm, a little too firm, as he pulls you along behind him.
He doesn’t stop until you’re both inside the house. Only then does he release your wrist, striding across the room toward his desk. Without a word, he grabs a quill and starts scribbling furiously, whatever thoughts weighing on his mind pouring out onto the parchment.
You stand there for a second, watching his back, before letting out a quiet sigh. Crossing the room, you plop down onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath you as you stare up at the ceiling, lids growing heavy until you close your eyes.
For a while, the only sound in the room is the scratch of quill against paper.
Then a faint sigh breaks through. You don’t open your eyes at least not until you hear footsteps approaching, followed by a shift in the bed beside you.
You crack one eye open.
Hiccup sits at your side now, gazing down at the map in his hands, brows drawn tight in concentration or maybe confusion. But the moment his eyes flick to yours, you flinch a little in surprise.
With a huff, you turn away, curling onto your side.
There’s a pause.
Then the soft rustle of paper as he sets the map aside. A moment later, he scoots in closer behind you, his arm wrapping gently around your waist, pulling you back against him.
“Still moody?…youre not going to be able to keep up this silent treatment forever”
You don't make any other movements. Hiccup stares at you for a moment before leaning slightly over you so your face to face. His face only inches away you could feel his soft breaths. The brunette doesn't say a word until you finally crack your eyes open a bit to see what he's doing.
At the sight of your (e/c) orbs his lips finally part to speak his voice low. “Im sorry” his arm moves from you waist and up, hand resting on the side of your face. “Youre not quite ready and I understand”
You stare at him then turning your head away not responding for a good moment before opening your mouth. “Do look at me like that… you're making this hard”
A small chuckle escapes Hiccups throat, he turns your head back to face him again. “Am I the worst boyfriend ever?”
“You can say yes but I'd prefer it if you didn't”
Listening to him you can't help the way the corners of your lips quirk up. “No..I guess you're forgiven”
Hiccups smile widens slightly and kisses you on the lips a short sweet kiss which slightly catches you off guard. His gaze flickers from your lips then to your eyes, and back to your lips connecting them again. This kiss being longer than the first and a bit rough.
He pulls away and shifts you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. His hands on either side of your head.
You notice the hunger in his eyes and slight desperation in his motions. “H-Hiccup” your hand moves to his chest halting him as he leans down to let your lips meet once again.
The brunette Viking stares down at you with amusement watching as you avoid his gaze your head turned away, cheeks flushed.
Removing your hand from his chest and bringing it up to his lips. He softly kisses your palm then your wrist. “You're so beautiful…” he whispers against your skin, intertwining his fingers with yours. His lips then move to your exposed neck kissing and sucking, leaving small purple marks. “I'm so lucky to have you”
Lips slowly course up your jaw the feeling causing you to turn your head back to face him again. Hiccup doesn't waste any time joining your lips again. Think time the kiss being deep and feels a bit possessive as if he wanted to stain the taste of his lips on yours make you only crave his touch.
And it only makes your heart skip a beat and your body relax more. his teeth bite your lip lightly. Silently asking for access. Almost reluctantly you part your lips and immediately feel the touch of his tongue against yours and taking dominance.
The touch of his wet muscle exploring your mouth erupts a muffled moan to escape your throat. The feeling of something prodding at your inner thigh. A heat pools between your thighs then just as you begin to need air he pulls away a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. “I need you..”
The next few moments were kind of a blur to you as you both were now naked. Your clothes now scattered across the floor.
Your boyfriends cock leaks precum the sight making your whole grip around nothing. Hiccups hands grab your thighs spreading your legs a bit wider.
“God you're perfect” the brunette suddenly drags his finger from your clit to your hole In a few strokes eliciting a soft moan from you. Hiccups thumb slowly circles your clit watching as your face contorts into pleasure.
After feeling your cunt get wet enough Hiccup pushes two fingers into your hole thrusting them in and out listening to the sweet sounds that come from your mouth the pussy.
“a-ah..Hiccup..”
He scissors his fingers and curls them making sure to hit any sensitive spot his fingers can reach. Feeling you get more wet and your walls squeeze him makes his cock twitch. The long appendage begging for some friction.
Hiccup then pushes in a third finger trying to stretch you good for his cock though he believes he has already molded the shape of it in you.
You feel the knot in your stomach tighten and breath quickening. A sure sign of your orgasm about to hit. Your hips unconsciously move back on his fingers maybe to them deeper or to get to your high faster.
Yet your boyfriend pulls out his digits causing you to let out a small whine at the loss. Though you don't have the chance to complain as he drags his tip up and down your folds, against your clit and contracting hole.
“H-hiccup please” your boyfriend glances up at you a small smirk on his face. Though he gives in to your pleas slowly pushing his length inside hearing you let out a small gasp in response.
Hiccups gives you a moment to adjust before beginning to move his pace starts out slow and deep. Your hands grip the sheets as Hiccup also begins to stimulate your clit. Moans freely fall out of your mouth.
His pace doesn't stay for long as he quickly changes it to fast and hard. The sudden unexpected change makes you yelp. Your hand flew to cover your mouth. The sounds of skin hitting skin, muffled moans, and deep groans fill the room.
“Ah..H-hiccup- don't..stop” His hands go to grip your waist pulling down further on his cock. His thrust relentless, you struggle to keep up. The knot in your stomach forming once again.
“W-who was..he?” his sudden voice snaps you out of your small trance. “w-what..ngh..?” you look up at him his brows are furrowed his lips pointed I not a frown. And voice laced with an emotion you couldn't quite catch at the moment.
“You..know what I'm talking about” as he speaks his pace gets faster and thrust gets slightly rougher.
“You know e-exactly what I mean” his grip on your hips gets tighter. The pleasure overpowers the slight pain. Your back arches as you feel him hit a sensitive spot. “A-ah! H-Hiccup can we talk about t-this later?”
Hiccup grabs one of your legs putting it over his shoulder to get his cock deeper. With every plunge into your sopping cunt his tip hits all the right angles. “You were..mm..flirting with him”.
You try sitting up a bit to lessen the abuse to your cervix but he just pushes you back down. You let out a small whine “Slow..down”.
“I saw you. you were touching him…mh..laughing” Hiccups eyes darken with jealousy. Your hands grip his biceps, his pace not letting up. “I-I wasn’t.” The knot in your stomach gets tighter threatening to let go.
“I’m c-close” Hiccup leans down connecting your lips with his in a rough, messy kiss. He lowly moans against your lips feeling your inner walls squeeze him. He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes his hips coming to a halt. Stoping the flow of pleasure.
You let out an annoyed huff having been so close to your release. “Hiccup-“
“You’re mine” he says in a matter-of-fact tone. “Say it” he demands. You quickly realize he won’t start again without you obeying. And wanting to just reach your high you listen “I’m..yours”.
Hearing those words leave your mouth Hiccup flips you on your stomach snaking his arm around you and lifting your ass. As his hips began to move again. Your eyes widen and a small gasp leaves your throat at the sudden change in position.
His pace matches the one from before. Though this time a bit less hard and you quickly feel your release rise again. Hiccup grips your hips nails digging into your skin. He sends a small slap to your ass.
“A-ah! Hiccup don't stop! I'm so close!”
He leans over pressing his front against your back his lips grazing your ear though he doesn't say a word the only sounds coming from him are low moans and grunts.
Your orgasm hits you like a train a wave of pleasure washing over you. Though your boyfriend pushes into you a few more times before pulling out watching his cock shoot out loads of his cum onto your back and the sheets.
You both sit there for a minute catching your breaths before Hiccup gets up grabbing a towel and cleans you up.
After finishing he tossed it aside and climbed back into the bed with you pulling you close against him his hold firm.
The Aster fic was soo cute🤭 If you’d be down to write another one could it be an already established relationship? Maybe domestic fluff headcannons or like simple cute things him and FemReader do like look out for each other and touchy love language😙 Anyway have a good day❤️
𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝
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Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Characters: genderbend Astrid hofferson x femreader
Notes: this is kind of short
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“Here, let me.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Just relax.”
That was how it had gone all day Aster, borderline pampering you. It wasn’t your birthday or any special occasion that you could think of, but you weren’t about to complain. If anything, you were enjoying every second of it.
Now, his fingers gently scrubbed your scalp as he washed your hair, and a content smile curved your lips as you sank a little deeper into the warm bath.
After a few moments of peaceful silence, you finally spoke. “So… is there some kind of occasion or something?”
Aster’s hands paused for just a second before resuming their motions. “What are you talking about?”
You let out a soft chuckle, rolling your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “This isn’t your usual behavior,” you said, glancing back at him.
He let out a small huff. “What, I can’t just do stuff for you now? Didn’t know I needed permission to take care of my girlfriend.”
His fingertips moved with a tenderness that made your heart melt a little more with each stroke, the rhythm of his touch soothing both your scalp and your thoughts.
“You’re really spoiling me today,” you murmured, your voice softened by the moment.
You could hear the smile in his voice when he replied, “Good. You deserve it.”
Your chest warmed more than the bath could account for. “And you’re sure there’s no secret reason for all this?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.
Aster leaned forward, his lips brushing just behind your ear as he muttered lowly, “Maybe I just like seeing you relaxed for once.”
A soft shiver ran down your spine, and your smile widened. “Flatterer.”
“Truth-teller,” he shot back smoothly, rinsing your hair with practiced hands.
After Aster finishes rinsing the last of the suds from your hair. Soon, he’s settled behind you in the tub, arms wrapping around your waist as you lean back against his chest. One of your hands rests in his, and you feel his thumb gently brushing over your ring finger.
The quiet between you is calm, intimate until he breaks it with a soft voice, almost hesitant. “Would you… would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”
Then, more quickly, he tacks on, “I mean hypothetically, of course.”
You turn slightly in his hold, raising an eyebrow at his not-so-casual tone. His expression is hard to read, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability behind his eyes.
Still, you answer with zero hesitation. “Of course I would.”
Aster’s arms tighten around you just slightly, a breath catching in his throat like he hadn’t truly expected your answer even if part of him had hoped for it.
You feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back as he exhales, the tension he’d been holding finally slipping away.
His eyes soften, lips parting like he wants to say something more, but instead, he just pulls you closer, his chin resting against your shoulder.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, almost like he’s processing the weight of your words.
You tilt your head to look up at him, your nose brushing his jaw. “Yeah,” you repeat, soft but firm. “No hypotheticals. I mean it.”
His eyes search yours, and for a long moment, neither of you says anything. A smile slowly forms on his face and he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Good”
helloo! I was wondering if you could maybe do a mlp x fem reader with Big McIntosh. Smut would be nice but if it isn’t there’s no worries. Thank yeew!
𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬
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Genre: smut
Warnings: 18+
Characters: Big Mcintosh x femreader
Notes: -I'm not too good at writing smut yet but I'll try😭
- the two of you are humans
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You approach Big mac as he works on getting apples down from the trees. A tray in his with some cold lemon juice. His turned figure didn't seem to notice you yet until you speak up.
“Wanna take a break?”
Your boyfriend’s head turns at the sound of your voice there's a moment of silence be off when speaks a short response. “Lotta work to do”
Though you just chuckle taking a step closer and looking up at him. “Pleaseee”
He stares down at you as you give him a look you always do when wanting something. And not being able to say no to you he climbs down the ladder. Wiping the thing layer of sweat from his for head and taking the cup of lemonade off the tray as you both sit down.
Big Mac takes a slow sip from the cup, the glass beading with condensation as the cool drink cuts through the warmth of the afternoon. He lets out a low hum of approval.
He downs the rest of the drink, taking the glass from him you set it back down on the tray and set it aside. “Feeling refreshed?”
Your boyfriend nods “Eeyup”. You notice he makes a move to get back up probably to go work again though you put your hands on his thighs. “Noo that was barely a break. Five minutes”.
He stares at you for a moment before giving in settling back down. With a triumph grin you seat yourself in his lap your legs on each side of him burying your face into the crook of his neck and his hands immediately going to rest on your hips.
Suddenly you began leaving soft kisses on his neck causing a red hue to cover his cheeks and his grip to tighten. You lightly chuckle, younger shooting out to lick his skin “you smell like apples”
You're hands rub his chest feeling his pecks through his flannel shirt.
You pull away a bit to get a look at his flushed face his gaze avoiding yours. “I need you Mac..” his averted gaze only makes your smile widen. Moving your lips back to his neck leaving small hickeys, having them trail down to his slightly exposed collad bone.
Quiet almost silent whimpers which he tried keeping in, left his throat. The sounds of them riling you up more as you began rocking your hips against his crotch grinding down on his manhood.
His grip gets firmer as if trying to still you from stimulating his cock any further. Though you only take this as encouragement and start to feel a buldge begin to form in his pants. “C'mon Mac…youve been working so hard for a while”
You continue to whisper against him. His eyes steal glances at you. And as much as the apple farmer wanted to decline he had been so unknowingly pent up.
“You can pocket my panties afterward..I know how much you like doing that” Hearing you his now fully erect cock threatens to rips through his pants. And rubbing against your cunt the slight stimulation eliciting a small moan from you.
“A-ah.. you're making me so wet”
That sentence was enough for your boyfriend to lie you on the ground your back softly hitting the blades of grass and before you Knew it your bottom half was bare. Your cheeks flush out if slight emmbarssement and thrill.
“m-mac! You are really gonna do it here?” the two of you were decently far away from the barn so no one would probably hear you two but that's not to say that you still wouldn't be caught. And even so, the thought of that turned you on more.
his breath hot against your pussy lips. Slowly, but deliberately, he drags his tongue along your slit pulling a moan from you and a small buck of your hips. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his hands grip your hips again dragging you down closer and holding you in place.
As his tounge continues its explorations. Your hand slaps over your mouth to keep yourself more quiet. He finds your clit and begins to swirl his tongue around it, eliciting more soft moans from you.
Big Mac glances up watching as you fall apart on his tongue his own arsoul twitching, unwillingly confined in his pants. His tongue latches onto your clit gently sucking. Your legs slightly closing around him as he slowly pushes two fingers into your needy whole.
His two fingers pump in and out of you roughly. His mouth sucks on your clit hard, making wet noises. He can feel your inner muscles tightening around his fingers. He adds a third finger, preparing you for something much bigger.
“mm..ngh..mac I'm close…dont stop” you fingers tug at his hair causing him to lowly groans sending small vibrations through clit. His throbbing cock begs for release and as he hears your breath quickening and walls tightening around his fingers he knows you're going to cum.
Though before you can he sits up pulling his fingers out denying your release and earning a grown of annoyance. Your eyes meet his catching the small smirk on his face.
“Mac don't tease me…” he settles himself between your legs. Unzipping his pants pulling them down along with his boxers letting his thick length spring free. The sight of his flushed red tip that dribbles pre-cum made your heart skip a beat.
Big Mac grabs hic cock giving it a few stokes before pressing it against your still-contracting opening. You out a soft gasp when beginning to feel him enter you. Big Mac lets out a soft
sigh feeling his cock finally get the attention it craved.
It only takes a few seconds for him to bottom out. One hand grips the soft blades of grass beneath you, your other hand on his shoulder and your eyes quickly scanning your surroundings to make sure no one suddenly appeared.
Big Mac grabs one of your underthighs placing your leg over his shoulder, as to get his dick deeper than it already is and leaning down against you your chests against each other.
After letting you adjust a bit he begans moving His heavy breaths and groans against your ear makes your wall clench around him. He plants soft kisses on your neck and slightly exposed collarbone. Your whimpers and moans are like music to his ears encourageing him to pick up the speed of his thrusts pounding into you.
You don't bother to hide the sounds coming from you anymore. Only caring about him filing you. Every deep thrust hits all the right spots that he knows gets you going. His body moves with confidence and control giving you no reprieve from his Intense fucking.
You feel his cock twitch inside if you and his movements get less rhythmic a sign that he's also getting close.
“Ah…Mac you feel so good” Your hands grip his shoulders your nails digging into him. “Come..on fill me with your cum” your boyfriend leans away a bit only to connect your lips in a deep passionate kiss swallowing your moans. Your tongue immediately slipping into his mouth.
Not being able to hold back an longer your orgadm finally washes over you. Your loud moan being drowned out by the kiss. He wraps his arms around you giving a few final rough thrusts before the knot in his stomach bursts covering your walls with his cum.
Big Mac breaks the kiss burying his face into the crook of your neck as you both come down from your highs. Though you don't get much time as you hear footsteps and voices approaching.
Big Mac quickly pulls out of you and pulls his pants back up as you put your clothes back on. And stand up on your slightly weak legs tidying up your appearance.
Applejack and Applebloom shortly round the corner their attention averting to the two of you oblivious to what you were just doing.
“Hey there (y/n) wasn't aware you were still here. Its good to see ya!” you smile at the both of them.
“Yeah just…helping out Mac. Though I should go now” Applebloom pouts a bit “Already?” you chuckle patting her head a little.
“ yeah I'm sure if I stayed any longer id be more of a distraction right Mac?” you look back at your boyfriend who's already back up the latter. He looks back you with a small short smile only you seemed to catch. “Eeyup”
Hello! Same Anon :) I was thinking maybe the reader is a gem miner, and meets chrysalis in the forgotten crystal caves beneath canterlot?
But whatever you write will be amazing either way :)
𝐆𝐞𝐦
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Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Characters: Chrysalis x fem!pony reader
Notes: - I decided to keep you both ponies for this.
- sry if she's ooc. Haven't watched mlp in a while
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You wander the crystal caves beneath Canterlot, chipping away at the stone walls in search of any gems you can find. They always held a certain magic to you glimmering with mesmerizing light even in the dim cavern.
Your pickaxe strikes solid rock again, the familiar clang echoing through the tunnels. A faint glimmer catches your eye another gem embedded deep within. You carefully dig it out and add it to the growing pile in your cart before continuing down the tunnel.
But then…you hear something.
A voice. Distant, echoing faintly off the stone walls.
You pause, brows furrowing. You were certain you were the only one down here.
Curiosity guides your hooves as you follow the sound. The deeper you go, the more you can tell whoever it is, they’re angry. Frustrated. Pacing, muttering, the tone sharp with bitterness.
Rounding a bend, you finally see her.
Another pony or something like one ranting under her breath as she stalks back and forth. Her coat is a deep black, wings thin and insect-like. Her mane flows in long, tangled turquoise strands. Her legs… riddled with holes.
You freeze, unsure whether to stay hidden or speak up.
She hasn’t noticed you. Yet.
“Those ponies! I will get my revenge on Canterlot and Rain Supreme, I will not be defeated”
After another moment of watching her for another moment you show yourself. “Um are you alright?”
The creature whirls around at the sound of your voice.
Her green eyes narrow instantly, slitted pupils locking onto you. Her sharp fangs peek through parted lips as her gaze rakes over you.
She steps forward slowly, wings giving a small buzz, her voice dripping with venom and disbelief. “What are you doing down here, pony?”
You glance at the cart behind you. “I was mining. For gems. I didn’t mean to..um.interrupt your… monologue.”
Her expression darkens. “Monologue? That was not a monologue, it was a vow.” Her voice rises in pitch, bitter and sharp. “One day, Chrysalis will rule over Canterlot and all of Equestria!”
Your ears twitch at the name. Queen Chrysalis. “Who?” you question never hearing the name before.
She goes quiet for a moment “Chrysalis queen of the changelings!” she repeats as if trying to make her title click in your head. Though you both just silently stare at each other you just giving her a small shrug.
Chrysalis rolls her eyes scoffing and turning away. “Insolent!. I will gather my changeling army again and everyone will know me!”
You stare down her turned figure before grabbing one of the gems from your cart, stepping closer you hold it out to her. She glances at you from the corner of her eye. Turning towards you slightly raising a brow.
“What.”
You take another step forward turning her to take it. “For you”
Her eyes narrow “why would I want something as useless as that?”
You smile gently despite her scathing tone. “Because it’s not useless. It’s beautiful. And I think you could use something to cheer you up! You seem very upset”
Chrysalis stomps her hoof glancing at the gem in your hoof then back at you. “a rock will not ‘cheer me up’ what I want is power!”
“Well I dont have any of that to spare” you set the gem down moving it closer to her.
Chrysalis glares at the gem like it personally offended her, her lip curling slightly. “I don’t need charity, especially not from some clueless pony with dirt on her hooves.”
You don’t flinch. “It’s not charity. It’s a gesture.”
“A gesture?” she echoes, sneering.
You nod. “Yeah. Of kindness I don’t know what happened to you or what made you so angry, but… maybe you don’t have to be alone down here.”
Chrysalis doesn’t respond immediately, her eyes locked on the gem. The buzzing of her wings stills for a moment, the cave falling quiet. “You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to drain you dry right now,” she mutters, before adding under her breath.
A pause.
Then, almost grudgingly, she nudges the gem with a hoof and drags it closer to herself.
“…I suppose it is mildly pleasing to look at,” she grumbles. “For a rock.”
Smiling you sit down beside her earning a side-eye. Then there's another beat of silence before she speaks. “Tell me your name and maybe I will spear you from my changeling’s wrath when I rule”
Her words erupt a humorous laugh from you. “You could just ask you know, my name is (y/n)”
Chrysalis huffs, clearly unamused by your laughter, though the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth suggests she doesn’t entirely hate the sound.
“Ask? I command.”
You grin, leaning back against the cold stone wall. “Well, I’m not one of your subjects. So maybe a little politeness wouldn’t hurt.”
“(Y/N),” she repeats slowly, as if tasting the name on her tongue. “Hmph. It’s plain. But… not entirely offensive.”
You smirk. “Wow, I’m flattered.”
Chrysalis gives a sharp huff through her nose, her wings giving a small flick behind her. “You should be. I don’t hand out compliments lightly.”
You chuckle. “And yet here I am, with a not-entirely-offensive name and one gems less in my cart. I must be doing something right.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she mutters, though her gaze lingers on the heart-shaped gem still tucked beside her. Her expression shifts for the briefest second a quick soft look.
Then it vanishes behind a glare.
“This doesn’t mean we’re friends, pony,” she snaps suddenly. “I don’t do friends.”
You tilt your head, still smiling. “That’s fine. We can just be… two creatures sitting in a cave, talking. No labels.”
Chrysalis narrows her eyes suspiciously, like she’s searching for a trick or hidden motive behind your calmness. But when she finds none, she exhales through her teeth, clearly annoyed that she doesn’t hate the idea.
“Fine,” she mutters. “But don’t get used to it. The next time we meet, I might be your ruler.”
You nod solemnly. “Duly noted. Just promise you won’t vaporize me on sight.”
Hii!! I read your genderbend Astrid fic and was wondering if you can write some more of that or a dark! Hiccup x fem reader? You don't have too!😸
𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
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Genre: fluff
Warnings: some unhealthy behaviors
Characters: slight yandere! Hiccup Haddock x femreader
Notes: I'm kinda getting used to writing this kind of genre so it might be a bit bad.
- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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Obsessed.
That’s what Hiccup Haddock was.
Ever since the two of you were in diapers, he never wanted you far from his side. He didn’t like you making other friends. according to him, he was all you needed.
Wherever you were, the brunette wasn’t far behind. The two of you even discovered Toothless together. For the longest time, he was too nervous to confess his feelings. But the moment he saw someone else showing interest in you, that hesitation vanished. He blurted out his feelings on the spot and was overjoyed when you accepted them.
Unlike everyone else who eventually bonded with and rode their own dragons, your boyfriend insisted you always ride with him on Toothless. “It’s too dangerous to ride alone,” he’d say.
And honestly if you had to describe him in a word or two it be possessive and…overprotective. He thinks that you should even consider yourself lucky that's he's letting you step off berk.
“Look Hiccup I think they like me” the dragon nuzzles it head against you licking your face. You were on feeding duty for the dragons when one began showing you a bit more attention.
Your boyfriend strides over to you “they don't ‘like you’ you just smell like fish is all”. Hiccup plucks one of the fresh dead fish from the bucket and tossing it away causing the dragon to immediately go after it.
“Hey!” You look at him a bit offended by his words almost discreetly smeeling yourself. “I do not”.
Hiccup just gave you a triumphant little smirk, arms crossed as he watched the dragon chase after the tossed fish like an eager puppy. “Told you,” he said smugly.
You gave him a look. “They were being sweet! It’s not a crime to be loved, you know.” you huff “if you're jealous you can just say that”
Hiccup scoffs with a chuckle “Jealous? Of a flying reptile? Please I'm more mature than that”
You roll your eyes but perk up a bit “so then you'll let me have my own dragon now?” your boyfriend shakes his head moving a hand to your shoulder.
“You already know this” you sigh when hearing his response and try to bargain with him. “Oh c'mon ill be the safest rider you know. Plus its not like I'm just going to just jump off its back”
Hiccup’s hold on your shoulder slightly tightens as a more irritated look forms on his face. “I don't see any reason why you would need one. I don't know why you continue to pester me about it”
A frown appears on your face, your brows furrowing. “Why not? Everyone else has one even the twins and I wouldn't exactly call them the sharpest tools in the shed…do you think I'm just too stupid or something?” you huff crossing your arms “I'm just as much as a Viking as you, I can take care of myself Hiccup”
Even if you attempted to go against your boyfriends words and connect with another dragon. he would always make toothless scare the winged beast off.
A dark look flickers in hiccups eyes at your defiance but it quickly disappears. “I know you can..but you would be safer just riding with me. I mean look at this is what happens when dragon riding”
He motions down to his pegleg and staring at it makes you feel a bit guilty and sighing you reluctantly nod. “Okay..”
Your agreement, quiet and reluctant, seems to satisfy him. Hiccup’s expression softens immediately. He leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, his voice dropping to that familiar soothing tone he always used when he felt like he was winning.
“See?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I just want what’s best for you.”
You nod again, though it feels more like surrender than agreement. He always said the right words caring, thoughtful, even reasonable. But it was getting harder to ignore how often his “care” came with silent ultimatums.
Toothless padded up beside you both. You reached out and ran your hand along his scales, but the gesture felt hollow now. You weren’t sure whether the dragon was truly your friend anymore…or just another set of eyes for Hiccup.
“Maybe one day,” you say quietly, “you’ll trust me to fly on my own.”
Hiccup didn’t respond right away.
And when he did, it was with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Maybe,” he said. But you didn’t believe him.
•••
You kick your shoes off and sit down on your bed with a long sigh. The silence only stays for a few moments before hiccup enters the house. You suppress a small groan as he sets his things down on the table before going on a. Rant about his father again. While you just nod along and hum still in a bit of a sour mood.
“He wants me to take over berk” the brunette paces around the room. “Being chief just isn't fit for me and he can't see that”
“Mhm”
“I don't want to stay in the village all day, I want to be free and discover new islands”
“Mhm”
Hiccups stops and looks at you who's staring off into space his brows furrowing a bit. “Are you even listening to me?”
His comment snaps you put of it as your gaze travels back to him. Though you just shrug “I don't know Hiccup maybe you should be chief…then you wont be looking over my shoulder twenty-four seven..” you suggest mumbling the last part.
His eyes narrow arms crossing. “what? You're on his side?”
The shift in Hiccup’s tone is immediate defensive, sharp. You feel it more than hear it. That subtle but familiar tension that always creeps in whenever you try to push back, even just a little.
You sit up straighter. “I’m not on anyone’s side, Hiccup,” you say, trying to keep your voice calm. “Im just saying maybe being chief would be good for you, with all your quailtes you'd be a great leader! And then you won't have to keep an eye on me”
The young viking steps closer to you. “You will always be in my line of sight” he says in slight possessive tone. “Especially when we're married my dad pesters me about that as well”
Your eyes widen slightly at his words not expecting them. “Marriage?! Isn't a bit too early for that? I mean what if I'm not the right person you want? People fall out of love you know”
For some reason the thought of marrying your childhood friend now boyfriend seemed to have you debating whether or not you wanted too.
Hiccup’s expression darkens just a little, the sharp glint returning to his eyes.
“I don’t want anyone else,” he says firmly, almost too firmly. “I’ve known since we were kids that it was always going to be you.”
You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out right away. As the weight of his words settle. You’d always cared for him of course you had. He was your best friend for as long as you could remember. But things… changed. The older you got, the more you realized that his care often came with tight reins.
You force a laugh, trying to lighten the moment. “Yeah, well, maybe you always knew, but I didn’t really get a say in it, did I?”
His brow furrows, and for a second, his confidence falters. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You hesitate. “It means I’m still figuring things out. About what I want. About who I want. And… it kind of feels like you’ve already made every decision for me before I had the chance to think.”
Hiccup’s jaw clenches, a flicker of something hurt flashing through his expression. “I just wanted to protect you.”
“I know,” you whisper. “But sometimes it feels like you want to own me.”
The silence that follows is heavy. Hiccup looks away, shoulders tense. For the first time in a long while, he doesn’t have a quick answer or a comforting phrase to win you back over.
You stand slowly, brushing past him, needing the space. “I’m not saying I don’t care about you,” you add. “But I need to know who I am outside of us. And you need to let me.”
He watches you, unmoving, And though he doesn’t reach for you this time, his voice follows you as you start to walk away.
“I’m not letting you go.”
It’s quiet, low but not uncertain.
And that, more than anything, is what sends a chill down your spine.
