For the nsft writing, would you be willing to do 33- the collar one with Hiccstrid? (Admittedly, I'm imagining Astrid as wanting the collar, but either way would be nice)
Hi! This one was actually super fun! Thank you for requesting!
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Rated: explicit
Warnings: past rape/noncon, angst
Pairings: Hiccup/Astrid
Word Count: 1,116
Summary: Astrid wants to wear a collar during sex, but Hiccup is hesitant.
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"Astrid, are you... sure?" Hiccup asked hesitantly. He held the collar she'd presented to him almost as if it was something dirty.
"When am I not sure?" Astrid asked pointedly.
"Okay, okay, but... a collar?"
"Yes."
"After you were held captive with a collar?"
"Yes." Astrid took it back from Hiccup. She'd put it on herself if she had to. "Look, Hiccup, I know it's strange, but I'm finally coming to terms with what happened to me."
"And that means wearing a collar during sex? After... you know...?"
Hiccup didn't want to say the word. Rape. Astrid had been raped. She'd been held prisoner by a rival chief and used as his consort. The chief's wife had despised her for taking her place in his bed, and so she had gotten no help from her.
And the chief had collared her to really show that she was his. She had been ordered to only ever take it off for bathing, and then to put it back on immediately after.
Astrid sighed, dropping her hand, collar thumping against her thigh. They were in their home together, and it had been weeks since her rescue. Her bruises had all faded, and she'd found a desire inside of her that she hadn't understood, a desire to be collared again. Now, she wanted to face it, and she wished Hiccup was being more cooperative.
"Babe, I love you, but sometimes you just have to shut up and listen."
Hiccup looked taken aback by the words, opened his mouth to say something, then furrowed his brow and clicked his jaw shut. He just nodded, a sign for her to continue.
"I want to wear this collar," she insisted. "I don't understand it either, but... I feel like I would enjoy it."
"Okay,” Hiccup said after some time, the gears turning in his head. He gave her a faint smile. "Let's do this then."
Astrid was surprised he'd given over so easily, but, then again, she was often stubborn enough to put him in his place.
Hiccup took the collar from Astrid, and she moved her braid out of the way so that he could fasten the leather around her neck. A bolt of pleasure went through her at feeling it against her skin.
"Where'd you get this anyway?" Hiccup asked, fastening the buckle.
"Ruffnut," Astrid responded, smiling slightly.
Hiccup chuckled. "Of course."
Once the collar was on Astrid, Hiccup lowered his hands. He didn't seem to know what to do. He just looked at her.
"What is it?" Astrid asked, worried.
"You... actually look kind of hot like that," Hiccup admitted, sounding like his mouth was dry.
Astrid laughed. "Then let's get on with it!"
She grabbed Hiccup by the back of the head and pulled him into a heated kiss. Hiccup kissed back, passionate and lusty. His hands roamed her body, landed on her hips.
It wasn't long before the both of them were naked and had found their way--panting--to the bed. Astrid was on top of Hiccup, straddling him, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. She moaned in pleasure, tossed her head back, the buckle on the collar shining in the candlelight.
"Fuck," Hiccup gasped. "You... you look really hot."
Astrid laughed again. "Told ya it would be good."
Once Astrid deemed herself wet enough from the stimulation of Hiccup's cock, she rose, directed him towards her slit. She was glad that Hiccup was letting her take charge here. Her captor had never let her do so, had just held her down and raped her while he'd been atop her.
This was much better.
Astrid and Hiccup had had sex since then. This wouldn't be their first time after her captivity, and Astrid was aware of how sometimes her mind could wander to what had happened to her. But now, her mind wasn't wandering.
She felt safe.
Astrid sheathed Hiccup inside herself with a cry, and Hiccup moaned, grasping at her hips, his grip clumsy for a moment. Then they were solidly together, she resting atop him, him with his hands finding their strength again.
Astrid moved some hair out of her eyes, looked down at Hiccup, and found him looking at her in awe, almost. She loved the way Hiccup looked at her during sex. It was so endearing, so loving, so wanting. His desire and devotion to her were clear.
Astrid placed her hands on Hiccup's chest to brace herself, and started bouncing. Oh fuck, he felt good. The chief had had a bigger cock than Hiccup, but the only way he'd known how to use it was with brute force. Hiccup, on the other hand, was a smooth, gliding ride that sizzled her insides with pleasure.
"Shit." She slowed for a moment, having found her good spot, wanting to rub against it as hard as possible. Her movements were practiced, and she was intent on pleasuring herself.
Hiccup sat up, wrapping his arms around her back. He kissed at each of her nipples, and Astrid ran a hand through his hair, moaning.
"Babe, this is so good," Astrid breathed, too busy working herself on his cock to find her breath.
"I'm glad."
Hiccup moved his head towards her neck, and she hummed as he took the buckle of the collar in his teeth and pulled, creating an incredible pressure on the back of her neck. She moved faster at this, and he released a guttural moan and a growl.
Hiccup moved his hands around and up to feel at her breasts. His hands were gentle, so gentle compared to the chief's. He'd left bruises on her here, but they were long gone, and now soothed away by Hiccup's touch.
They reached climax together, desperately holding onto each other, kissing and moaning into each other's mouths. Astrid didn't mind feeling Hiccup's seed in her, because it was his, and any baby that came from Hiccup would be good and wanted. The chief had released into her many a time, and she was grateful to Freya that no baby had come of it.
Once they were done, they laid down curled against each other, not speaking, just touching lightly and trying to catch their breaths.
Hiccup reached for the collar, began to undo the buckle. Astrid put a hand over his to stop him.
"Actually, I think I'll keep it on for now." She was beyond happy that Hiccup had followed her wishes, and that he'd even liked it too.
"Yeah?" Hiccup asked. He met her gaze, questioning, loving.
"Yeah," Astrid said. She intertwined his fingers with his, snuggled closer to him. For the time being, the collar felt right around her neck.
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