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[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Hallowtober Day 1

For The Family

Summary: Hallowtober 2024 Day 1.

Set in a Modern AU, Post-apocalypse AU. A tightknit family closed off from the rest of the dying world living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere? In an effort to provide for his family, Dagur lives up to the cliche when a stranger turns up on his front door.

Warnings: Cannibalism, Pregnancy, brief mention of zombies

Rating: Mature

Dead Dove: Yes

Words: 4 050

Prompts: Cannibalism

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Dagur, Toothless, httyd ocs (Vigi Tiny)

Pairing: Dagcup

Author's Notes: Didn't really vibe with AI-less Whumptober's prompts this year, so I figured I wouldn't be particupating in any events. Until I came across someone's personal list for October and figured I could make my own. So I did and this is what I wrote for day 1.

I literally immediately fell in love with this version of Dagcup. I haven't written anything for them since, but I wouldn't be surprised if I did end up writing more for this one day.

Enjoy!

[tenebrius-excellium]

Viggo, stammering: But wh-what happened to Maces and Talons?

Hiccup, innocently bottle-feeding Zephyr: Yeah, what did happen to Maces and Talons?

Bro moved into a whole different season of his life and his arch-enemy did NOT get the memo lol

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Still feeling the aftermath of all those Pregcup requests I got in my three week vacation, but this is my first time actually drawing him, too. I'm proud of myself for pulling off a couple for once and for doing a decent job at a background + shading.

Anyway, just Hiccup relaxing and using his husband as a pillow to get the weight off, Dagur loving the opportunity.

-XOXOX-

Do not repost or misuse my art in any way.

[snapmite1998]

Whispers of New Beginnings

In the gentle glow of a noontime sun, the world around Rapunzel seemed to dance in hues of gold, framing her delicate silhouette against the backdrop of the enchanting forests of Berk. With her trusted companion, Pascal, nestled securely in her hands, she felt as if the very essence of joy had coiled itself around her heart. Life here had been a beautiful tapestry, woven with threads of love and adventure shared alongside Hiccup and Astrid, two souls who had captivated her spirit with their fiery passion and unwavering loyalty.

Caught in a blissful reverie, Rapunzel gazed out at the rolling green hills and the towering cliffs that cradled the forest, her thoughts spiraling with sweet anticipation. The news she held within her seemed too precious for mere words, yet it threatened to burst forth like a sparkling waterfall cascading over a rocky cliff.

Pregnant.

The word echoed through her mind, vibrant and alive. A little bundle of joy was blossoming within her, a testament to the ineffable connection she shared with her two lovebirds. Her heart swelled, as if it were a balloon drifting upwards into the infinite sky, carrying dreams and hopes on its back.

Just then, the familiar figures of Hiccup and Astrid emerged, their laughter intermingling with the crisp evening air. Hiccup, with his tousled hair gleaming like sunlit wheat, and Astrid, vibrant and fierce, walked hand in hand. Their presence radiated warmth, and Rapunzel felt an electrifying surge of love pulse through her as they approached. The moment felt sacred, woven with joy and shimmering with unspoken words—until, at last, the dam within her heart burst open.

"There you are," Astrid smiled at Rapunzel, "we were looking for you."

Hiccup placed his hands on his hips and smiled softly at his second wife. "We thought you would be home resting, especially since you weren't feeling well. Are you alright?" He inquired, concern gleaming in his eyes.

"I'm more than alright, Hiccup. In fact, I have fantastic news." After a moment's pause, she continued, “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby!” The words unfurled like petals blooming under a radiant sun, releasing sweetness into the air. Their reactions were instantaneous, the joy in their eyes igniting a fire that consumed the space between them. Hiccup's face lit up like a beacon, his mouth falling open in astonished delight, while Astrid’s smile graced her face, fierce yet tender, akin to the bright blue sky overhead.

“Oh, Rapunzel!” Hiccup exclaimed, stepping forward and enveloping her in a warm embrace, as if he wished to shield her and their little miracle from the rest of the world. He held her against him, his heart racing with excitement, the prospect of fatherhood propelling him into the clouds where dreams soared high and free. “This is amazing! Just when I thought I couldn’t be happier!”

And then, with the brilliance of shared love igniting within her, Astrid stepped closer, her eyes glistening with tears that sparkled like stars caught beneath the vivid sky. “I have something to tell you both too,” she said, her tone bursting with exhilaration. “I’m pregnant too!” The implication of their three hearts thrumming in unison sent a wave of enveloping warmth surging through Rapunzel, knitting together their love stories into a beautiful new beginning.

The trio broke into joyous laughter, a symphony of bliss that echoed around the hills, capturing the essence of the moment. Each of them, ensconced in a cocoon of love, knew wonderfully that they had embarked on a journey that would forever change their lives. Hiccup, with his arms wrapped around both of them, felt as though he was floating above the very clouds themselves, his heart swelling with dreams for their future, a future now infinitely brighter and more intricate than he could ever have imagined.

As the revelation of pregnancy settled into their minds, the three of them stood beneath the cloudless sky and sun rays beaming down on them, united in laughter, dreams, and the serene silence that follows joyous news. In this perfect moment, wrapped in love and hope, they knew that they would face whatever came their way together, hand in hand and heart to heart, carving out a life filled with magic for their little one yet to arrive.

In the embrace of that blissful moment, time seemed to stand still, as if the world around them faded into a gentle haze. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving only the soft glow of twilight to illuminate the expression of unfiltered joy painted upon their faces. Caught in the cocoon of their deep connection, Hiccup felt a wave of happiness wash over him, overwhelming in its magnitude. He cherished every bit of warmth radiating from Rapunzel and Astrid, the two women who held his heart with an immeasurable tenderness.

With a heart brimming with love, he leaned in, kissing each of them softly on the lips. The tenderness of their connection filled the air, electric and sweet, a physical manifestation of the love that vibrated between them. Each kiss was like a pledge—a vow to stand by each other in all the chapters yet to come. As their lips met, it felt as though the stars above twinkled in approval, dancing in harmony with the melody of their hearts.

As Hiccup pulled back, breathless, he took a moment to admire the beautiful sight of Rapunzel, with her golden hair cascading like sunlight, and Astrid, fierce and radiant, her eyes alight with excitement. Unable to contain the affection swelling within him, he murmured softly, “I love you both so much.” The sincerity of his words hung in the air, rich and lush, grounding them in the reality of their profound bond.

To his heart's delight, they nodded in unison, as if the very cadence of his words resonated deeply within them. With laughter dancing on their lips, they leaned into Hiccup once more, taking his hands, their fingers interlacing with eagerness and affection. They gently guided his hands to rest upon their flat bellies, the movement imbued with a sense of sacred connection that felt both intimate and transcendent.

Rapunzel’s voice shimmered like the stars above, “We’re so excited for this new journey, Hiccup. Our family is growing.” There was a lingering tenderness in her gaze, a promise of the beautiful moments that lay ahead, filled with laughter, stories, and dreams woven together.

Astrid, ever strong and fierce, chimed in, her voice filled with a warmth that could melt even the coldest of nights, “You’ll be the best father, Hiccup. I know it. We’re in this together.”

As they stood there—bound by love, hope, and the bright future burgeoning within them—Hiccup could feel the warmth emanating from their bellies, as if their dreams were blooming in the very heart of their beings. A sensation of pure elation coursed through him, igniting his spirit and soaring through the depths of his soul, where possibility danced like the flickering light of a candle in the dark.

In that moment, there was an unspoken understanding that floated between them, an acknowledgment of the unbreakable bond they had cultivated. Their laughter mingled with the gentle breeze, enveloping them in a cocoon of serenity and bliss. They held that moment—an ethereal blend of love and hope—savoring the tender shadows as they flickered against the backdrop of their shared dreams.

Together, they closed their eyes, lost in a world where only they existed, wrapped in the magic of their love and the anticipation of the exhilarating adventure that lay ahead. They felt set adrift in a sea of possibilities, each heartbeat a reminder of the joy their new family would ultimately bring, thus creating a beautiful symphony that would echo in the annals of their lives forevermore.

[astridhoff03]

Pregnancy Trouble - Part 2

Her two children stood frozen in the doorway, their eyes darting around the room in alarm. “Mom, where is Dad? What’s going on?” Astrid sighed heavily and waved her children over. Zephyr took her little brother by the hand and walked with him towards their mother. A gentle smile crossed Astrid's face as she looked into her daughter's sapphire blue eyes, identical to hers but with concern reflected in them. Nuffink, her little Nuffink, hugged his sister close as he looked at his mother. “Come here,” she said, patting the blank page. Her children hopped onto the mattress next to her and each snuggled up on one side of her. She stroked both of their heads and watched reverently as they stroked her stomach with their small hands. For a moment she forgot that she was in pain, but that moment didn't last long as an unspeakably razor-sharp pain shot through her abdomen again. She gritted her teeth to suppress another pained moan. Her children weren't allowed to see how much she was suffering; she definitely didn't want to drag them along with her. Both of them were so sensitive and too small to understand what was happening to her. She didn't want to scare them. "Everything is good. Your father just went quickly to get your grandmother because I need her help for a moment.” Zephyr and Nuffink nodded. “Is there anything we can do to help you, Mom?” Zephyr asked. Astrid smiled and stroked her daughter's soft cheek. "You two, my darling, can only help me by staying here with me and just cuddling with me for a bit until your father comes back." The two nodded and cuddled even closer. Then she suddenly heard Nuffink's sniffling. "What's wrong, baby?" He rubbed his green eyes, which were sparkling with small tears. “Mommy, I’m scared for you.” She kissed his temple lovingly. “You don’t have to worry about me, Finky. I am a warrior and besides, your father is by my side and he is the bravest and most selfless man I know, he will take care of me. Everything will be okay again.” I hope, she thought. I really hope so. “Was dad always so brave?” Zephyr asked curiously. “Yes he was,” she said reverently. “When I'm fit again, I'll tell you some stories about his heroic deeds, I promise.” Zephyr and Nuffink smiled enthusiastically. With every minute that passed, Astrid felt her pain steadily increasing. Hopefully the baby was okay? She could never forgive herself if something happened to her unborn child in her womb. Astrid didn't know how much longer she could hide her grief. Hopefully Hiccup comes back soon. Then...all of a sudden she heard the front door slam open with a loud crash. Hurried footsteps sounded on the stairs and just a few moments later Hiccup appeared in the doorway with Astrid's parents. "Zephyr? Nuffink? Why are you still awake?" she heard Hiccup's voice hurrying towards her. But before either of the two children could reply, Astrid intervened. "Hiccup, darling, they were just supporting me while you were away." She gently took one of his shaking hands and squeezed it tightly. He sighed heavily, his hand slowly stopping shaking as he took the tired Nuffink in his arms and held out his hand to his daughter. "Good. Then I'll put you two night owls back to bed. “Thank you for being there for your mother while I was away,” Astrid heard him whisper. Then her father suddenly came to the edge of the bed and put a hand on his son-in-law's shoulder. “Just leave it, Hiccup. I’ll put them both to bed, you stay with Astrid,” he said gently. Hiccup handed his son to Magnus and stroked his hair lovingly as always. "Sleep well, you two." Zephyr and Nuffink gave their parents a quick wave before they went out the door with their grandfather. Hiccup knelt in front of Astrid, placed both of his hands on her stomach and leaned his forehead against hers. “How do you feel?” She moaned in pain. "Not better. On the contrary, it got worse.”

sequel follows….

(Sry for again sequelbate you guys But Tumblr Said at One point that I can’t Continue the whole Prenancy Troubles Story with this Chapter)

[fictional-at-heart]

So my brother and I have a sort of HTTYD World War II AU (it’s mainly our original characters, but Hiccup, Tuffnut, and Skulder are in there), and I just had to share a snippet we came up with tonight; we made the comment of how Hiccup and the Joneses wouldn’t smoke, but Stoick would, and Gobber? Well, he’d smoke like a fiend! He’d never be seen without a cigarette in his mouth:

Hiccup one day (sometime after the war ended), staring at Gobber:

Gobber: “What?”

Hiccup: “… how do you still have teeth? And lungs?”

Gobber: “Smokin’s good for the lungs! You know what I say: a pack a day keeps the doctor away!”

Hiccup, scoffing: “More like a pack a day calls the doctor…”

Gobber: “Oh, you’ve been spending too much time around those Jones boys.”

Stoick: “Their uncle was always the same way. Why, in the Great War-“

Hiccup, softly: “World War I…”

Stoick: “GREAT WAR, we were in the trenches one day, and every time I broke out a smoke, I’d feel his eyes on me. And sure enough, I look over and there he is. Staring at me, and I say ah! What’s it to you? And he says ‘you keep smoking them and it ain’t gonna be Germans that kill ya.’ So I told him it’s gonna be ripe old age! You know what he did? *clutches his chest and gasps* and then says ‘gonna be them smokes!”

[timothyslucy]

if anybody on this goddamn show deserves to have a completely stress free wedding, where not one! single thing!! goes wrong!!!! it's tim and lucy.

[library-of-memories]

Don't mind me, just rolling around like a rotisserie chicken, trying to help the baby in me not have hiccups.

[ashleybenlove]

Was having Astrid, Fishlegs, and Hiccup play video games. The twins and Snotlout using the hot pot, and then this happened:

You can see a glow in the bg in this kitchen image.

I’m pretending Toothless was looking for Hiccup here.

Also: he got this fear of the dark probably because of the vampires 

And yet, is thrilled that aliens abducted him.

[ceaselessbasher]

Moments today when hiccups have decided to strike:

- Just got to work, still early, still sleepy, cannot deal with this

- Right before the start of the week, full staff meeting where everyone is supposed to speak

- Right when I decided to go to bed, good luck sleeping with random spasms + funny noise every now and then

[thedragon-and-hisboy]

Thoughts...

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Ok also craving pregcup #2!!

Devastating Winter, Chronic Pain & A Baby

Summary: Set after THW. Pregnancy is difficult enough by itself, let alone when one happens to suffer from chronic pain at night during the colder months.

Warnings: Pregnancy

Rating: Teen and Up

Dead Dove: No

Words: 675

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author’s Notes: Stiiiiiilll searching for the motivation to post things. This fic took literally days to post. :')

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

Well into the night, Hiccup still lies awake in bed. He’s on his back underneath layers of blankets and furs and he spends these hours staring up at the ceiling. There’s very little else he can do, very little else he has the energy to do. Their bedroom is freezing despite the fire they kept burning in the firepit to keep their house warm. He’s sweating plenty underneath the many layers and yet he’s apparently not warm enough. Why else would old injuries be acting up?

His stump and the burns he suffered all from a battle many years ago haunt him every single winter and with devastating winter around the corner, his nights are only going to get worse. Then there is the fact that this season is a little more different than most as this year he’s pregnant with his and his wife’s first.

He’s a well over halfway, though the layers on him makes him seem even bigger than he actually is. Astrid is asleep, Toothless and the Light Fury are asleep. He lets his hand glide over his bump on top of the furs, even the baby is asleep. They’ve started moving and then kicking, but he has learned by now that the lack of movement doesn’t mean that something is wrong. It simply means that they’re asleep.

It’ll still be winter when they come, his stump and burn scars will still be plaguing him when the day comes that he’ll have to push a new human being into the world and it’s not for the first time that he realizes just how reckless this pregnancy is.

He doesn’t blame Astrid for his situation, his sleepless nights. He was just as thoughtless when he let her between his legs and eagerly accepted everything she had to offer him. They’re married, they want to love each other completely. Besides, he’s the one with the broken body, he should’ve thought of the implications. Those are certainly the thoughts going through his head. Nowadays, he can’t get around without the use of a cane, a tool usually reserved for his worser days.

With the amount of scarring on his lower body, he even needed Gothi to take a look at him to make sure whether he could even give birth to begin with. Right now, however, his biggest concerns are his sleepless nights.

Hiccup rolls onto his right side with some difficulty and tries to find a position that’s comfortable. Curled up or one leg out, arms underneath his pillow to thicken it up or not. He tries on his left side when the other one doesn’t work out and does his best to keep his grunts of pain to himself. He simply can’t find comfort and the twinges in his scarred muscles and joints don’t help matters much.

It’s maddening, enough to drive him up the walls. It’s frustrating.

Despite his best efforts, Astrid turns around to face him. In the darkness, their eyes meet.

“Hey,” she starts quietly. “Can’t sleep?”

Hiccup shakes his head. At least he can still move something without pain. Until morning comes and a migraine will have inevitably taken up residence inside his brain.

“I’m so tired,” he admits and he wishes that it was enough. That being tired and closing his eyes was all that it took for him to fall asleep, but it isn’t.

Astrid reaches over and cups his cheek. “Just close your eyes, try to get as much rest as you can even if you can’t fall asleep. And when morning comes, I’ll be taking over as chief. You curl up to Toothless, okay?”

Hiccup is tired enough and in enough pain that he agrees. Not that Berk expects him out much in his condition. He nods and Astrid scoots closer. She wraps her arms around him to hold him to her and he wraps one around her. Her chin touches his crown and his forehead her chest, he closes his eyes. She goes back to sleep and he does his best to.

[screampied]

Imagine riding choso so good that he feels like he's the one who's going to get pregnant

☆ cw. fem! reader, reverse cowgirl, overstim, premature ejac, spanking, milkin’ him, breedīng, mdni.

“h- holy shit..” choso’s eyes widen, leaning back against his fluffed-out pillows. you’re straddling him in reverse, being in the prettiest fuckin’ arch he’d ever seen as you’re playfully wriggling your ass against him. just a few more centimeters and your dripping cunt would’ve been stuffed full of his aching cock. it’s veiny, and multiple veins throb from the lanky sides with pre-cum decorating his ruby tip. “you look so pretty in t.. this view,” he nearly choked on his breath, openly staring at the way your ass continued to still itself to hover over his length.

“tell me when to start, baby,” you softly hum, both hands of yours planting deep in the velveteen sheets. they create a print as your palms sink into the mattress, and your sopping cunt’s so teasing. with a tiny shimmy of your hips, you start to smear your entrance over his tip and you could hear him loudly sucking his teeth.

with a deep, protracted sigh, choso’s hand traces over the outline of your rear - so pretty. he stares at its shape from all angles before feeling his dick twitch the second you arch your back further. “you can start,” he shakily murmurs, and once you gradually start to plop yourself down on his cock he loses it. as his hooded eyelids start to droop, he lets off a soft whine once his cock’s slowly delving inside, pushin’ past the tight ring of your hollow entrance. “o- oh my god, your pussy’s gonna kill me.”

“hng-” you let off a quivering moan, biting the inside of your cheek once it takes him a few seconds to successfully bottom out. choso’s thick, and with the slight add of a prodding curve to his dick, you felt him expand everywhere. in you and through you.

he’s lean ‘n tall, easily fitting inside of your cunt like a puzzle piece.

choso’s got his bare hands glued to your hips the entire time, watching as your ass teasingly presents his pelvis with one big wet flop! choso groans, already feeling his knees starting to get weak at the stability of your greedy hips once you’re starting up a frenetic pace. “mhm, that’s it, baby. jus’ hold my hips.”

“god- you’re so hot,” he lets off a gruff huff, the tips of his ears burning over hundreds of degrees the moment you start to accelerate. your exposed backside was so pretty, especially in this position. choso stared at your jerking body - studying your tensing, flexing muscles and all of their glory. he can’t help but start to feel the inside of his mouth swelling up with salty saliva, and oh- he’s drooling already. “look back at me, princess. w- wanna see you while you ride me good.”

with a playful smile, you twist your torso just a bit to get a short glimpse of choso through your peripherals.

he’s so cute, slouched all the way back against the bed with the neediest pout plastered across his lips. he’s already sweating too - tears of sweat poured down the sides of his forehead and his usual ponytails were more unkempt than usual. “hi baby.” you mirthfully purr, and he grunts once he feels your rhythm starting to quicken. fuck, your hips were a menace.

“h…. hiii.” he hiccups, trying to smile but he only ends up moaning once his tip thrashes its way against your g-spot. right there, right-fuckin’-there, and you let off a small yelp. it’s so tender and choso starts to spasm underneath you. it was something about you riding him in reverse that made him lose his mind. the way you look back at him as you ride him to lewd oblivion, sexily tossing your hips in a circle with that cheeky grin on your sheeny lips—christ..

choso’s rock-hard abs through his white tee tenses against the fleecy fabric of his shirt and he moans. “f- fuck, don’t stop. don’t…fuckin’ stop—yeahhh, yeah like that,” and as your hips relentlessly smack back against him, nearly giving him whiplash, he whimpers. “ah. s- so warm inside, think ‘m hah- gonna make a…mess again, princess. y- your hips, ohmygoddd.”

and he’s just continuing to babble and ramble out all sorts of words with his hands still attached to your waist. he was holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go. choso’s cock dragged through your gummy walls through ‘n through, searching its way through every sloppy orifice and cavity..

you can see how his naturally drowsy eyes were already starting to roll back and his pretty pink tongue’s starting to loll out his mouth. oh- he was definitely drooling, all because of your sweet, sweet pussy. the grip you had was maddening, and each slam of your ass onto his pelvis had him whining out for more. dark thin brows of his crease into a crimped furrow as he’s trying to weakly guide your hips back into him. “mhm, touch me more baby. don’t be.. shy.”

you could feel how hesitant his fingers were, but he couldn’t resist allowing his hands to gently trace and explore down the outlines of your curves. “ughhh, i’m g- gonna,” and he pauses, letting off a husky groan the moment your ass rudely smacks back into him. it’s so impactful that for a second—the half curse was speechless. choso gasps, his eyes widening before he sobs out a crooning whimper. “faster, p…pleaseee. fuck me, r- ride it like it’s your princess. ‘m all yours, a-all yours.”

“s- shit,” you moan, snagging the edges of your teeth with your bottom lip. his dick’s steadily caressing your walls with his fat curve, locating and reaching every spot just to make you whine right with him. each pivotal thrust was killer, and you’re starting to puff out heaving breaths yourself.

choso’s fully laid back now as he watches your ass bounce itself up and down on his length before he starts whimpering again. he sounds so pretty the entire time too—

just babbling out sweet nothings, chanting your name over ‘n over as his swinish hands greedily try to reel your hips back into him. he’s addicted, and your hypnotic rhythm had him hungry for more. choso could almost taste his incoming release—syrupy pollen that’s slowly but surely salivating on his parched flat tongue.

“m..mngh,” he grunts, giving your ass a soft spank. he hears you playfully ‘oooh!’ at the swat of his hand and choso’s cock twitches inside of you. “wanna marry your hips. ‘m gonna…marry y-your hips, baby,” he starts rambling again, moaning at the speed of your rotating ass.

each wet thrust sends him shivers an abrupt rabble of butterflies, and choso’s damn near fully fucked dumb before he starts to whimper aloud yet again. he’s soso sensitive. the wide tip of his reddened shiny tip continues to swirl its way around the bulb of your clit before within seconds later—he finally cums… hard.

“oh, fuuuck—fuck,” he lets out a gargled whine and the carnal squelches of your cunt slamming against his lap get louder. choso erupts like a violent volcano - active ribbons of his handmade lava slowly pumping inside of your deprived cunt. choso’s sharp breaths become raspy as he feels your hips coming to a devastating halt, and he licks his lips. “t- thank you, thank you, thaaank you baby.” and you didn’t even know what he was thanking you for.

choso’s eyes close as he’s still filling slimy thin clods of cum inside of your puffed pussy.

it’s hot - and you then bring a hand toward your left ass cheek, squeezing it while still gradually fucking back against him. you’re reaaaal slow, working your hips on his active cock that’s spilling so much from the tip and the twitching sides. choso grabs onto the back of the wooden creaking headboard, and his abs clench as he watches the mess start to dribble further down between your thighs. a white puddling mess of his seed that’s drooling straight out of your flooded cunt makes him moan. “b- baaaby..” he swallows thickly, his ravened eyes fixated on your pretty plump ass that’s perfectly arched over his lap. “hah- think you just…impregnated me.”

“cho, that’s not possible,” you tease, and he moans once the warmth of your cunt starts to fade the second you get up. right away, a sloppy string of his cum glosses onto your slick entrance as you ‘pop’ his dick from between your sprawled numb legs. you turn around, straddling him from the front now, before kissing the side of his twitching mouth. “i can’t impregnate you, silly.”

“o- oh! right… um,” he breathes, sticky black bangs running down his eyes.

choso grabs your waist, a thumb shamefully swiping down the center of your runny pussy. so . . much. he locks eyes with you for a long four seconds as you’re now grinding your drenched folds against his flaccid cock that rests on his tummy. choso cutely scratches his head, and he lets off a soft whine once you sneak a wet kiss on his rosy lips. “i mean- i can try to impregnate you then.”

with a hum, you nibble on his chin. “mhm, wanna test that theory then, baby?”

choso’s so cunt-drunk that’s he’s just entirely dumbfounded. intently, he’s staring right into your eyes—barely registering a thing you just said before he cups your chin, panting at the shocks of rapture. choso’s still faintly whining under his breath before he smears a thumb over your wet-slick lips, lovingly.

“l- let’s get married,” and you gasp once he gingerly spanks your ass, an inaudible sign for you to ride him again—this time from the front so he could visibly watch your pretty face. “make me a daddy, princess, w.. wanna be all yours. please..”

[howtodrawyourdragon]

12 Days of Christmas 2024 Day 6

To Watch A Snoggletog Movie

Summary: Set in a Dystopian AU, Post-apocalypse AU. Hiccup tries to convince Spitelout to let the people of Berk watch a Snoggletog movie for Snoggletog Eve.

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy

Rating: General

Words: 922

Prompt: Present, Making a new Christmas tradition, "Not another Christmas movie!"

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Spitelout, Httyd ocs (Vigi Tiny)

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author’s Notes: Skipped posting this yesterday because I was a little too tired to post things, lol.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“You want me to what?!” Spitelout is outraged with the kind of suggestion Hiccup dared to come to him with.

“Use the projector to screen a movie with,” Hiccup repeats himself just as matter of factly as he first suggested the idea. “A Snoggletog movie.”

That last part he had to add just in case his uncle got the bright idea that he was talking about any other kind of movie. Hiccup can’t say he’s watched many movies growing up and he wouldn’t have any idea what kind Spitelout could potentially like, but he’s certain their tastes are miles apart.

“And why, on Midgard, would I do that?” The man questions him, ready to strike his idea down just because it came from a Haddock, from the late Stoick’s son.

“Why not? Snoggletog is around the corner and I know we have Snoggletog movies in storage, why shouldn’t we show them? We’ll gather everybody in city hall, it’ll be fun!” He tries to convince him as Spitelout walks around the living room of his home. His wife and Adelaide are out for the moment.

Hiccup practically has to chase him around the table, it’s like Spitelout is physically trying to escape him and his ideas. Unfortunately for him, Hiccup doesn’t let his pegleg slow him down.

“Fun?! You think that’s what we should waste our time on? On fun?!” The other man turns back around to face him, a headache beginning to brew. Hiccup usually had that affect on him. Losing his father’s position to him because of The Word Upstairs has not tempered his tongue. And neither did having a kid, unfortunately for him.

“Yeah, I do!” Hiccup is honest. That’s exactly what he thinks, it’s important. But Spitelout scoffs and dismisses his idea. He’s close to showing him the door, tell him to go back to the workshop and that he needs to do his job. He’s a mechanic. He should be fixing whatever they bring to him and meet with doctors to make leg and back braces or even full on prosthesis. Like he made his.

They all have roles to play in Berk and Hiccup’s isn’t to come knock on the chief’s door to spout nonsense whenever he gets another one of his crazy ideas. That is not his place, not anymore.

And then Hiccup has the gal to grab Spitelout’s shoulder and stop him just as he’s headed towards the door.

“You want to be like my dad? Loved and respected?” He asks. “This is how. By not just caring about how we survive, but how we live!”

Or that is certainly what his father taught him. That it was good to give people the things they needed to survive, but that it was even better to give them the tools to live. Why else would he insist on celebrating things such as Snoggletog for the entire two decades that he was chief of his territory in the tunnels? He made it a point to celebrate his son’s birthdays, too. And in turn, Hiccup celebrates his son’s.

Spitelout stares back at him, the gears turning and clearly not liking that the younger man has a point. There haven’t really been any Snoggletog celebrations, or celebrations of any kind, in the past year and a half since Stoick’s passing and the people have let him know their displeasure.

The man scoffs before going about his day.

-XOXOX-

On Snoggletog Eve, the entire community of Berk, or certainly most of it, gathered in City Hall to watch a movie. They’re watching “The Mildew Who Stole Snoggletog.”

There are chairs for the audience to sit on, but all of the children are seated on the floor with their necks craned back and absolutely enthralled with the tale of the sheep, Fungus, and his owner, Mildew, whose heart grew three sizes that night.

Like with many parents, Hiccup and Astrid sit with the children. Both of them cross-legged, though only one of them has their five year old, Vigi ‘Tiny Hiccup’ Haddock, in their lap. It’s Astrid and Hiccup gives his family a look from the corners of his eyes, wondering if tonight will be the perfect opportunity to tell her that come this time next year, there will be a child in both their laps to watch a movie. That is, if Spitelout is willing to keep this new tradition going.

Just as he brings his attention back to the screen, Astrid whispers to him.

“You’re a great dad, you know that?” She tells him and his head turns towards her. Astrid’s gaze is still firmly glued to the screen. Tiny doesn’t even notice the conversation, stuffed Toothless made by his dad in his arms like his dad’s mother once made one for him.

“Huh? What brings that up?” Hiccup asks, genuinely curious. Not that affectionate words are rare between them.

“Nothing,” Astrid shrugs casually. “You just do a lot for the kids and I love it when you care for people like you do.”

“Ah well, Milady, I love you, too,” he tells her and she shoots him a smile.

As Astrid turns her attention back to the movie, Hiccup looks behind him to find his mother and Gobber in the crowd. Like they can feel his gaze on them, they look back and Valka waves at him. After smiling back at them, Hiccup scoots closer to his wife and wraps an arm around her shoulder to pull her even closer and urge her head to rest on his shoulder.

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’re heavily pregnant with sukuna’s child and so desperately need to have your specific pregnancy cravings: mangoes. when you realise you’re out of them, you turn into an emotional mess.

tags. true form!sukuna x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw. pregnancy. size difference (reader referred to as small). reader gets called ‘woman, brat’ wc: 1.8k

you’re crying in your chambers, the volume of your cries overshadowing sukuna’s arrival at the estate. you hiccup and sniffle as you sit in the corner of the master bedroom. there really doesn’t seem to be an end to your mental breakdown.

you’re prone to mood changes because of your pregnancy, already being seven months along. your belly is as round as a globe as it sticks out from under your kimono.

you hold onto your lower abdomen while mumbling to yourself. “not fair,” you rub your blurry eyes with your free hand.

the bedroom doors suddenly swing open. you lift your head from your knees and make eye contact with your husband who looks rather . . . upset. more upset than you are at the moment, that’s for sure.

you whimper as his big and intimidating stature dwarfs over yours while you’re stuck in the corner. when you look up at him, you cry even louder. seeing that familiar face after two whole days of suffering in this place alone gets you even more emotional.

after sukuna entered the room, his gaze had immediately fell upon your quivering figure. he raises an eyebrow as you cry louder once you spot him, the sound breaking his ear drums. he lets out a sharp exhale, a hint of annoyance seeping into his tone.

“enough with the tears,” sukuna grumbles as he crosses the room in a few long strides. his presence is both imposing and protective as he looms over your small figure.

his eyes flicker over your body—taking in the sight of your round belly. he can’t deny that the view makes his shoulders relax, relieved to see his wife do well after two days without seeing you.

sukuna kneels down before you, his eyes narrowing as he notices the tears running down your cheeks. who knows how long you’ve been sobbing? the realisation that no one has checked on you while you’ve been crying like this irks him.

the king of curses will make sure that every single servant - and especially the ones assigned to you - pay for not noticing your sour mood sooner.

“damn it, woman,” sukuna curses under his breath, his words laden with both irritation and a sense of concern, “what’s gotten into you now, hmm? why the blubbering mess?"

you hiccup, gasping for air as sukuna kneels down to your level, something he rarely does. one of his hands reach out to wipe a tear from your cheek, his expression stoic and unreadable while he does so.

“welcome home,” you utter, remembering to greet him properly. you wipe your own tears away and try to explain the situation without it sounding absurd. “i—i went down to the kitchen to get som-something,” you stammer, trying to spit it out before sukuna’s irritation spikes.

“but they didn’t have the food i craved—they’re out of mangoes,” your wailing starts again just at the thought of your non existent fruit. it felt like the most devastating moment in your life when the maids told you that they were out of mangoes.

sukuna’s annoyance quickly dissolves upon hearing your explanation. the revelation that you’re crying over mangoes seems so unbelievable, so absurd, that he couldn't help but let out a dry huff of laughter. an amused smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

the pink haired man brushes the remnants of the tears away from your face. his rough fingers pause at your chin, giving it a light tap. “mangoes, huh? y’re out here bawling y’r fucking eyes out like a baby for some damn mangoes?”

despite his tough exterior, sukuna knows that pregnancy hormones often amplified emotions, making even the smallest things a cause for crying. and right now, you’re stressing and sputtering over some mangoes.

“mangoes,” you nod and cry softly, watching as sukuna rubs your cheeks with his manly fingers, enjoying his rough touch. you easily guess by just the increased toughness of his calluses that your husband has worked hard while he was gone.

though, mangoes are your current pregnancy craving and not having them meant war to you. it’s all you can focus on—even if your beloved sukuna is right in front of you.

“i need them,” you whine and pout. your hormones made it difficult for you to calm down.

you do, however, try your best to stop crying. you clean your face with the sleeve of your kimono and bite on your bottom lip to refrain from bawling your eyes out for the nth time. “i want my mangoes,” your voice is hoarse as you glance up at sukuna, “please?”

sukuna hates to admit it, but his expression softens upon hearing the hoarse tone of your pleading voice. the view of your tear-streaked face and the knowledge that you’re experiencing pregnancy cravings makes it difficult for him to maintain his usual firm demeanor.

the king of curses sighs, his annoyance replaced by a reluctant acceptance of your plight. “tsk, damn it,” he mutters, lazily resting his head against the palm of one of his hands, “y’re really gonna make me fetch you some mangoes?”

here you are, a grown woman crying and begging like a kid for a sweet, juicy mango. he’s seen you in many states - happy, sad, tired, excited - but never quite as emotionally overwhelmed just for a piece of fruit. sukuna’s large hand reaches out to pat your head in a surprisingly gentle manner, a rare display of his softer side.

you pout at sukuna and lean into his touch as he pats your head. you come up with something witty to say, as you always do. “well, you’re the one who got me pregnant,” you comment in a teasing way, sticking your tongue out at your husband.

no matter what sour mood you’re in, you can still be sassy. though it doesn’t last long before your bottom lip trembles again. “i can’t do anything about it. the baby craves mangos,” you whine as you rub your baby bump to emphasise your words.

you are eating for two people after all—for you and the baby.

sukuna’s smirk widened at your retort and the playful gesture. even in your distraught state, you had the audacity to sass him. damn cheeky little woman.

the pink-haired man chuckled darkly, his hand clumsily ruffling your hair again before pulling away. “‘n i don’t regret a thing. even if i gotta put up with y’r cranky ass.”

you roll your eyes at sukuna’s reply. you know you’re an emotional mess, but you couldn’t care less. anything for your mangoes—those juicy ones that you could eat a dozen of in one sitting.

“the maids said that the mangoes were out of stock in the towns ‘nd villages nearby,” you continue while you carefully stand up from the corner. you’re trying your best to stay rational. you’re extremely hungry and haven’t eaten ever since breakfast. that’s how stubborn you are being.

“but i’m hungryyyyy. want my mangoes,” you sigh and nearly stomp your feet out of frustration.

“yeah, yeah—fuckin’ hell,” sukuna groans, watching you slowly stand up, your pregnant belly protruding like a perfect sphere. it’s a constant reminder of the effect he has on you, and somehow, it makes him proud.

he helps you stand up by holding onto your arm, sharp eyes focused on your body to make sure you don’t strain a single muscle.

after you manage to stand up straight, you walk with sukuna to the kitchen to find something to eat—perhaps some other fruit will satisfy your cravings for now.

sukuna follows behind you, his steps long and leisurely while your shorter strides keep the pace with him. as the two of you walked towards the kitchen, he continues to listen to your repeated mantra. it’s driving him insane.

“mangoes, mangoes, mangoes. i get it, brat,” the king of curses swears he can feel the vein in his forehead throb. you’re lucky that he . . . tolerates you as his wife.

it’s something more than just ‘tolerating’ you, of course. but openly admitting to loving you, even in the slightest, is something sukuna would never do.

if someone would ask him why he goes the extra mile for you, his answer would be that it’s simply because you’re carrying his heir. however only sukuna knows the full truth, the sappy secret he’ll forever keep to himself.

before you arrive at the kitchen, you bump into uraume. they glance from sukuna to you and bow. “good day,” they greet you with as much respect as they do to sukuna. they’ve been doing so ever since you gained your title as his wife.

the king of curses folds all four of his arms over his chest. his lower pair of eyes are still focused on your impatient self, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. he just knows you’re holding yourself back from asking for your active pregnancy craving again.

sukuna clicks his tongue and nods his head at you while he speaks to uraume. “keep an eye on her while ‘m gone. feed her what she wants,” he says in his deep voice, his tone commanding and firm.

uraume remains quiet for a second. sukuna had recently came back from a mission and is once again heading out for some ambiguous reason, but they know better than to question their master.

“where are you going, hubby?”

you of course, get a free pass. you don’t hesitate at all before questioning your husband. sukuna scoffs when he hears your voice ask him that in such an oblivious manner. you should’ve known where he was departing to.

“where’d you think, smartass?” he pinches your nose, causing you to swat his fingers away out of instinct. he gives up on your nose and moves to squeeze your cheeks together in a gentle yet firm manner.

you huff at his antics. sukuna grins at your frown and pout before releasing your jawline with a faint push.

“you better hold on ‘til i come back with y’r stupid mangoes,” he scoffs while turning around to walk to the entrance, “and when i do, i don’t wanna hear ‘nother squeak, understood?”

sukuna seems to have made another mission for himself; find his heavily pregnant wife mangoes before she goes absolutely insane.

your face lights up and you nod repeatedly. your heart melts when you realise that sukuna is actually putting effort to satisfy your needs. he may be harsh and stern at times, but his actions speak louder than his words.

“okay! love you, ‘kuna!” you call out to your lover while he disappears behind the gates. as expected, your words are met by silence.

that’s fine with you. not hearing an ‘i love you’ back doesn’t hurt you as much as it did at the start of your relationship.

you know sukuna cherishes you in his own special way. if he didn’t, you’d be dead long time ago. on top of that, he would not go out on a hunt for mangoes right after coming back home if he didn’t like you.

you know sukuna would let the world burn for you.

[astridhoff03]

Pregnancy Troubles - Part 1

A biting pain shot through her abdomen as Astrid was finishing the plates. She bit her lip to keep from making a pained sound. Her hand slid over her large belly; she was now at the beginning of the fifth month. “Astrid, is everything okay with you?” Astrid flinched for a brief moment, but in a matter of seconds found herself in the warm brown-green eyes of her mother Ingrid. “Yes, mother, I’m fine, just a little kick from the baby I think.”Her mother smiled gently and stroked her shoulder as she went back to the table where Valka, Eret, Grobber, Astrid's husband Hiccup, her two children and Astrid's father Magnus were sitting. Eret was just about to tell some of his stories about what it was like to live as a dragon hunter under the control of Drago Bloodfist. Astrid was just about to sit down at the table again when that breakneck pain shot through her abdomen again. She suppressed a gasp and grabbed the kitchen island for support. She caught Hiccup's eye, who seemed to have noticed her hesitation. Concern was reflected in his emerald green eyes again as she sat down next to him. He immediately reached for her hand. "What's wrong?" he whispered. “I…” Astrid was about to start when she was interrupted by Grobber’s loud yawn. “Eret, I think we should then?” His husband nodded and the two of them stood up to leave. Hiccup's mother followed suit. Zephyr and Nuffink, who had just been sitting snuggled up to their grandmother, rushed over to their parents. Hiccup took the tired Nuffink in his arms as they all went to the door to say goodbye and thank you for dinner. However, before Hiccup could walk out the door, he was stopped by his father-in-law, whose eyes were as blue as Astrid's and whose hair was also the same color as hers. He's as tall as Hiccup, but in contrast to his son-in-law, he could be compared to an ox because of his stature. Astrid's mother, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, small and petite with mousey brown hair. “Hiccup, I just wanted to say thank you again. I know I said this on your wedding day, but I couldn't have asked for a better son-in-law to take better care of my daughter." A soft smile danced across Astrid's lips as she watched her father and her husband while holding Zephyr's hand held. Her father had always had a problem with all boys who were interested in Astrid, but he immediately accepted Hiccup - or rather, immediately took him to his heart. "Thanks, Magnus, that means I fell," Hiccup smiled. Magnus patted Hiccup on the shoulder with his strong arms before walking over to Astrid.

There were only a few lights burning in the village as the little family made their way home, accompanied by a warm breeze. "So what did you want to tell me earlier?" Hiccup asked impatiently. Astrid, who had leaned her head on his shoulders, murmured: "I'll tell you when we've put the children to bed." Hiccup nodded and unlocked the front door to their House. After the two had put their children to bed, Hiccup helped his wife force herself into her nightgown. “So, Astrid, tell me,” he urged, his hand running over her bulging stomach. “I had pain in my abdomen,” she confessed to him. His eyes widened in horror and she felt him pull her closer to him. “But I’m okay now, I hope,” she assured him. “Please tell me immediately if you feel the pain again, okay?” he asked. Astrid nodded. "I will," she said, placing a loving kiss on Hiccup's cheek. “Come on now, I want to go to sleep.” A small smile played on his lips as he followed his wife into bed, where they cuddled together and fell asleep. She woke up with a start in the middle of the night, the pain in her abdomen worse than before. It burned like someone was plunging a cold knife into her warm flesh. The hair on her neck stood on, end followed by cold beads of sweat running down her temple. She gasped in agony, blackness filling the edges of her eyes. She had to wake Hiccup up. Immediately. “Hiccup, please wake up!” She barely had to wait a minute before her husband sat up in bed. He lit a candle. He stroked her arm. “Are you in pain again?” She nodded. "Good, I'll get your mother immediately." With these words he sprinted out of the room. Astrid struggled to get herself to the edge of the bed, trying to control her breathing and prevent herself from sinking into the darkness. “It’s all good, my little one, we can do it,” she whispered to her stomach. “We can do it. You can do it.” “Mommy?” Astrid spun around in shock, Zephyr and Nuffink were standing at the door. Hiccup probably accidentally woke them up when he stormed out of the house.

To be contioued….