#first taste

[soleil000]

first taste fiona apple 🛋️

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Kinkuary 2025 Day 25

First Taste

Summary: Set during RttE. Ryker decided to repay Hiccup for saving his life.

Warnings: Sexual content

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1 232

Prompt: Virginity

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Ryker

Pairing: Rycup

Author’s Notes: I just really enjoy writing Rycup. I should really write that Rycup/Vigcup multichapter.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

Hiccup has never been touched by anyone before and that couldn’t be more obvious to Ryker. He has him cornered in the forge early in the morning and there aren’t many places to hide. Any of the Riders could come out of their huts to start their day. Didn’t stop the eldest Grimborn from pinning him against the edge of the nearest table and pushing a hand down into the younger man’s leathers.

“Wha- what’re you doing?” Hiccup asks breathily, flustered as he looks down at himself. He can’t see Ryker’s hand, stuffed down into his pants, but he can feel his middle finger between his legs and rubbing something very sensitive down there.

What is he rubbing that makes him feel so good? He’s not even inside his actual pussy yet.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Ryker asks with a smirk. “I’m repaying you.”

Hiccup saved his life, after all. When Ryker washed ashore after miraculously surviving the fight between the Shell Fire and the Submaripper, he could’ve killed him, but he hadn’t. Instead, Hiccup showed his good heart once again and nursed the man back to health. It only makes sense to give him a little taste of pleasure in return. His eyes have been begging him to enough.

And that he gets to have what Viggo never will is certainly a bonus.

If Hiccup could look any flustered as their eyes meet, he would. Leaning backwards with his palms on the table behind him, he’s breathing hard and fighting not to moan. His Riders still aren’t all that happy with Ryker’s presence and perhaps his obvious interest in Hiccup also has something to do with that. So the last thing he wants is to wake any of them up.

Ryker can feel his fingers go from damp to wet. When he pushes his middle finger to push into his opening, he has Hiccup yelping in fright. He wasn’t expecting that and it has the older man chuckling lewdly.

“Never been touched before, ey?” He asks, grabbing Hiccup’s chin with his free hand to urge him to look up at him. All that innocence in those greens of his, he wants to snuff it all out. He wants Hiccup to see him and for his eyes to go down to his cock in hunger every single time.

He pushes his finger into him again and he has Hiccup whimpering at the intrusion. His legs spread wider.

“I bet you touched yourself plenty, probably when you thought of getting my brother’s cock in you. It’s different when it’s someone else’s fingers in you, isn’t it?” Ryker makes assumptions and asks questions. Usually so talkative, Hiccup doesn’t dare answer any of them.

He pulls his finger out before pushing it back in again. He has every intention on getting knuckle deep, on fitting at least three fingers inside, on making Hiccup forget he was ever a virgin to begin with, but it will be a slow process. His walls squeeze so tight around his finger, he’s far from relaxed. So Ryker comes up with a plan. He closes what little distance there is between them and Hiccup’s lips part in anticipation.

“Just relax, Pet,” he tells him before kissing his cheek, Hiccup turns his head as he was expecting to be kissed somewhere else. Ryker has his lips travel downwards, his finger pumping in and out of him. He kisses his jawline, just below it, his neck, and then pulls on the collar of his tunic and undershirt to expose his shoulder. It’s a good thing Hiccup isn’t wearing his armor yet.

Hiccup cocks his head to the side, exposing more of himself and not thinking of the reality that his friends will be able to see red marks there later.

When he doesn’t relax enough to his liking, Ryker kisses him and a highpitched moan leaves the younger man. They tongue and he’s found it. He can feel Hiccup relax around him.

He gets his middle finger up to the third joint inside and Hiccup moans as he can feel the other’s knuckles pushing into him.

“You like that? I bet you do,” Ryker taunts him within brief pauses. His finger pumps in and out, getting him to relax more and more until he can finally fit that second finger inside. It, too, goes inside up to the third knuckle and there’s a stretch that Hiccup certainly doesn’t hate. He breaks away for a dramatic breath.

“Oh Gods!” Hiccup doesn’t dare make too much noise, but that still couldn’t be surpressed. Encouraged by this, Ryker slides his fingers in and out of him quickly, trying to draw louder sounds out of him, trying to make him betray himself. And as Hiccup’s pussy relaxes around his fingers and he grows wetter and wetter, Ryker gets him to moan again.

He removes his fingers, allowing Hiccup to breathe for a very short moment, his pussy trying to squeeze around nothing. Then those fingers quickly rub his clit and Hiccup can’t suppress another noise, his hips bucking into the other man’s hand.

“Fuck, you’re loving this,” Ryker breathes, his own pants feeling tighter and tighter as Hiccup coming undone to his fingers is just about one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

He rubs him feverishly and Hiccup throws his head back, mouth agape and trying desperately to keep any and all sounds to himself. Toothless was already not happy when he saw the maybe former Hunter make advances towards his Rider.

Ryker pushes his two fingers back inside and there’s another moan that Hiccup just can’t keep to himself. And gods, what he won’t do to him once they’re done here.

“I’m cumming. I- I think I’m cumming,” Hiccup breathes, rolling his head forwards again to look back down at the hand inside his leathers.

“Good, fucking cum,” Ryker orders with a smirk before pushing his tongue back into his mouth. Hiccup releases a surprise moan. Those fingers go back to rubbing that sensitive nub that Hiccup doesn’t quite understand but Ryker will teach him all about after this. He’ll be teaching him a lot of things for the foreseeable future.

He rubs and rubs until Hiccup has no other choice but to cum on his fingers and Ryker can tell when Hiccup can just barely keep from crying out, trying to keep his voice down while the sounds are already escaping from his throat. Neither Ryker’s tongue nor his fingers let up until he has him bucking into him.

When they break apart for air, Ryker is very satisfied with himself. Hiccup has come undone, a dreamy look in his eyes. He still doesn’t stop, but his affections grow a lot softer. It is at a much slower pace that he strokes his clit before going back inside and finally pushing that third finger in.

“Yes,” Hiccup moans lazily, happy to feel the stretch. Ryker is very happy to see such positive results.

“Go inside and get naked, I’m going to fuck your brains out on your desk,” The older man growls and Hiccup doesn’t argue, going as soon as the man removes his fingers from him.

He watches him go, watches as Hiccup is already pulling on his tunic as he makes his way back. Before chasing after him, he stuffs his fingers into his mouth for a brief taste and smirks.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

First Taste

June Drabbles 2022 Day 3 - Fruit Stand 

A/N: I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this list by @creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - This one immediately brought the Prince of Dorne to mind. It’s not connected to The Viper & the Wild Thing or Aphelion... but it is sort of connected to this one shot I wrote about you and Oberyn and the blood oranges. 

Word Count: 1,005 

Warnings: None really. Implied smut and one (1) solo swear word but otherwise exceptionally tame for Oberyn 

Summary: Oberyn makes a special trip to the marketplace in search of something specifically for you, only to realize that he will get to reap the benefit of your gift, too. 

The open air market on the outskirts of Sunspear had always been one of Oberyn’s favorite places in Dorne. Because it is always so… alive. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he closed his eyes and let a slow, easy grin spread across his lips. The aroma of rich spices and herbal oils swirled through the hot, Dornish air to mix with sweet fruits, floral perfumes, and the pungent smell of still sizzling, just cooked meat. Always so enticing. 

Under the hot sun, the bouquet of scents seemed to blossom even more vibrantly, and he hummed contentedly. As he opened his eyes again he noted that the same was true about the colorful tents that covered the stalls, their awnings appearing even more bright in the unfiltered sunlight. The shouts of vendors and their customers haggling over prices, the clang of hammered copper, and the whimsical trill of lyre strings filled his ears more fully with every step he took, and it would be easy to follow the music of the market to every last one of the makeshift shops that sprawled through the streets to form a small city of their own. 

Allowing himself to become lost in the sights and sensations around him was his preferred method when browsing the various stalls. Tasting, touching, taking close looks at small details. That was how he was always able to find perfect gifts for his daughters and for Ellaria - by letting the allure of the mysterious, the exotic and the unfamiliar lead him. And it is always interesting, seeing what I find. 

On this trip however, Oberyn knew exactly what he was there for. Striding through the rows of tables and stands with purpose, he scanned the piles of finely ground powders, the heaps of shelled nuts and the bolts of embroidered silks, eyes peeled for one specific vendor. He is usually near the - Tipping his chin back so that he could see over a stack of painted pottery, he found his mark, one eyebrow arching high in triumph as he found the stall he was looking for. Yes, there he is, near the wine merchant. 

Waiting for a cart carrying leather goods to pass in front of him, Oberyn crossed to the opposite side, heading straight for the bright red tent and the meticulously stacked pyramids of pears, persimmons and other fruits. It was one that he frequented often, typically stopping there last to pick up fresh berries or bunches of sweet grapes to snack on as he returned home. But he had made visiting this stall in particular his only priority this time, planning his purchase a few nights before as a direct result of something that you said. Because I could not believe that she never… 

He had been telling you about the time he used the pit of a black plum from Yunkai to poison an enemy, the two of you laying draped over one another, lazily tracing patterns on each other’s still bared skin when you asked him to tell you a story. 

“The flesh of the fruit is juicy and sweet,” he stroked the inside of your thigh with the backs of his knuckles as he spoke. “But the casing around the pit is toxic.” His eyes flashed as he flipped his fingers over to squeeze your leg, drawing a hum and a honeyed smile from you. “I ate half of the plum in slices from my own knife right in front of him to trick him into trusting that it was safe.” He inched his fingers further up your leg, letting them caress the crease where it met your hip and delighting in the way the change in his touch made your chest expand. “But when I cut the piece that I offered to him,” - his grin grew mischievous and his eyes darkened as he lightly scratched his fingernails back down the meat of your thigh - “I used my blade to scrape the outside of the pit first. And because the toxin does not have a flavor, all he tasted before he met his fate was the delicious red juice of the plum.” 

“A cunning move fit for a viper, my Prince.” You sighed as he chuckled, letting his touch rove up and over your abdomen. You hummed dreamily then, eyes falling closed as he continued to trail his fingertips over your body. “What do they taste like, Oberyn? I don’t think I’ve ever had a plum.” 

His hand stilled and spread where it rested against your stomach. “What? Never?” 

It was your turn to laugh, a small bubbling giggle trickling from your lips. “My family are orange growers.” You shook your head, carding your fingers through his hair and scrunching your nose. “We always had plenty of oranges, and there were bramble berries that grew wild near my grandmother’s home so I’ve had those before, but I…” You shrugged as Oberyn sat up. “There are a lot of things I’ve never tried.” 

“Well that is something I will change.” He felt your sudden intake of breath as his thumb brushed over the fullness of your lips. “You should have the pleasure of tasting all that this world has to offer.” Leaning forward, he spoke his next words into your ear. “And then I can have the pleasure of cleaning the juice from your lips.”  

As he placed his order with the vendor and handed over the necessary coin, Oberyn felt his heart rate quicken and his mouth water as he imagined tasting the dark red juice of the deep purple plums directly from your tongue, licking the sticky remnants of it from your fingers and wrists and wherever else it dripped. Seven fucking hells. Suppressing a groan, he thanked the man and turned on his heel, leaving the market as quickly as he ever had, heading directly for the groves to find you, the thrill of knowing that he would be the first one to taste plums from your lips urging him to move with even more speed. 

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[blood-and-breath]

the way that every single fiona apple song is about hannibal and will like.... i let the beast in too soon i don’t know how to live without my hand on his throat, hunger hurts and i want him so bad oh it kills, i fear that i’m finally growing weary of waiting to be consumed by you give me a first taste, i’m feeling like a criminal and i need to be redeemed to the one I’ve sinned against because he’s all i ever knew of love, you made me a shadowboxer baby i wanna be ready for what you do, my big secret gonna win you over, and i’m building memories on things we have not said, what you did to me made me see myself something different, i was feeding on the need for you to know me, when i met you i was fine with my nothing i grew with you and now i've changed what I've become is something i can't be without your loving, but you were such a super guy til the second you get a whiff of me, while i’m in this body i want somebody to want and i want what i want and i want you to love me, the shame is manifest in my resistance to your love, and of COURSE i’m a hot knife he’s a pat of butter 

[posingasme]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

First Taste by Posingasme

It’s been ten years since Sam last saw his big brother’s best friend Castiel.

It’s been ten years since he was a trembling, hopeless mess who couldn’t even speak to his crush. He’s grown up since then.

Way up.

In fact…Castiel can’t help noticing just how much Sam’s grown.

(Sastiel, multi-chapter)

[petersteelegroupie]

When Fiona Apple said “ Darling just start the chase, I’ll let you win but you must make the endeavor” on First Taste

[miasmaticinfection]

[definitelynotaminion]

First Taste

Title: First Taste (Niiname-Sai) Author: Timothy Wren Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Uzumaki Naruto/Uchiha Sasuke, background Yamanaka Ino/Haruno Sakura Challenge: Just Write's 'Holiday Bingo' prompt: Hidden, holiday: Niiname-Sai (festival of the first taste) Genre: Anime, Romance Warnings: I used a very light version of Niiname-Sai on account of they're not really in Japan; so it's not the holiday proper, just a light homage at best. Tsunade's canon alcoholism (referenced), and they're ANBU in this. Reference to Kurama as a god. Word Count: 1,813 (complete) Summary: “We are a hidden village.” Sasuke said with a kind of helpless disgust.

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