#Also it is so warm there. He is used to it being cold and what do you MEAN just take off some of my layers?
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Silver haze: Peach Ringz
- pairing: ryomen sukuna × reader, gojo satoru x reader, getou suguru × reader, (slight gojo × getou)
- synopsis: who knew letting your fuck buddy roll on your back would lead to sweet forehead kisses and naps
- wordcount: 2.7k
- warning: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, squirting, car sex, use of drugs, smoking, mentions of marijuana, oral, throatfucking, slight dubcon, unprotected sex, degradation, sub/dom themes, creampie, slight size kink, mention of panty sniffing, mention of panty tasting >.<
part one and two
- note: after 3 years of hiatus, i birth this. please enjoy. also for my weed smokers, try the strain peach ringz, it tastes like peaches!
Your eyes widened in fear, the voice startling you to the point where you felt as if your heart was going to jump out of your mouth. You scrambled to cover yourself, Sukuna watching in amusement as he did not move to even protect his decency.
“Why do you always have to fuck things up Yuji?” Sukuna sighs, palm slapping the top of Yuji’s head.
Yuji swats his hand away and grumbles under his breath before speaking. “If anything I’m saving our sweet soon-to-be manager from your corruption.” He points accusingly. “She’s so sweet and you’re taking advantage of her!”. His words echo through your mind, various thoughts rushing from the back of your head as you start to overthink. Has he been using you? What did you even expect from your little excursions with him?
“Hey, if anything, she’s using me.” Sukuna rolls his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist to press you tight against his warm body. Yuji turns to face you now, eyes filled with concern and a hint of sympathy.
“Would you like me to take you home? My car’s just around the building. I bet you’re feeling a little cold right now.” His eyes soften. “I can turn on the seat warmer for you. I promise I’ll get you home safe.”
You slowly just nod your head, body and mind on autopilot as you slowly slip away from Sukuna’s grip and he lets you. Disappointment fills his entire being but he doesn’t let it show, but you’re too distraught to notice anyway.
Yuji takes you by the hand and quickly takes his sweater off to place around your shoulders, securing it before wrapping an arm around you and walking away from an irritated Sukuna, his cock now flaccid.
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The car ride home was a blur, the event had left you feeling dismayed and a tad humiliated. It was your first day meeting Yuji and he had seen you in such a compromising position with his teammate, and in public as well! Thoughts of leaving the country and changing your name were heavy on your mind, but you knew it wasn’t the wisest decision especially when you have Suguru and Satoru to care for.
“Babe? You home?” a voice calls out.
Satoru probably, you think. You take your comforter and pull it over your head, dread filling each nerve of your body. This whole day has been a weird blur and all you’d like to do is sleep and pretend it never happened.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” Suguru asks, voice brimming with concern. He knew, they both knew, but they wanted to know what you would say. If you’d keep your little shenanigan up and lie to them once more.
“Please leave me alone.” You mumble, voice muffled by the thick comforter still covering your head. You feel comfortable and safe, but it is at that moment when Satoru decides he’s had enough and rips away your comfort and safety straight through your fingertips.
Before a yelp even leaves your throat, you’re being tackled by two oversized grown babies, each at your sides. Their limbs are long and wrapping around you, fingertips desperately but gently digging into whatever skin they can find. And their faces are close, so close you can smell the skin of their necks and cheeks, their pheromones causing you to sigh in delight.
“You both smell so good.” You sigh once more, eyes shut in absolute bliss as Satoru slowly starts mouthing at your neck, a trail of pecks with the occasional tongue darting out to taste you. But it was okay, Satoru always did weird things like this.
Suguru placed his large hand on top of your chest, palm cupping your breast, but even that was normal too. You three just had a close and affectionate relationship. There was nothing wrong with that. At least that’s what they both had told you.
“I know. You’re a weird little freak who likes to sniff me.” Suguru laughs, index finger tracing around your nipple and smirking when he sees your little bud stiffen up from a mere touch. Your breath hitches, maybe his finger just slipped.
“No, I’m not, I’m not Satoru.” You huff.
“Yeah, he’s worse. He likes to sniff your panties when you’re gone.”
“Are you fucking serious? Satoru!” A loud smack echoes through the room followed by obnoxious laughter and yelling.
“I was just sniffing it but HE was tasting it!”
“You both better be fucking with me!”
“Of course we are, we’re not crazy.”
They were.
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A few days had gone by without seeing Sukuna, you decided that it would be better to turn down the position you were offered. In your opinion, Sukuna hadn’t done anything wrong, you’re a consenting adult and you liked it.
But it was just the embarrassment as well and his indifference to both of you getting caught in the act. You knew your relationship wasn’t serious, but you at least thought he would’ve cared a little more about your well-being and feelings.
You are human after all.
“Hey beautiful,” A familiar voice whispers in your ear. “Haven’t seen you in a while. Was that on purpose?”
You suppress the urge to roll your eyes to the back of your skull. Of course, it was on purpose and he knew that. He wasn’t stupid. “Take a guess.” You grumble, not even sparing him a glance as you speed up a little. His large hand grabs your forearm and spins you to face him, pulling you against his body, an odd habit of his.
“Can we at least talk? Maybe sit down in my car so we can have a private space? I’ll drive us somewhere quiet. I just wanna apologize.” You look at him with a raised brow and he sighs, raking his free hand through his unruly pink hair. “Jus’ hear me out, princess.”
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You watch him as he rolls a spliff on his lap, his little weed bag containing jars of weed, a grinder, papers, and a pen. You weren’t sure what the pen was for. Maybe for emergencies.
“Do you have to smoke every time we sit in your car?” You grimace as he lights it, the pungent smell hitting you quickly. He smirks a little and wraps his pink lips around the filter, taking a long drag before turning and blowing it towards your face.
“Yeah, I do. What else am I gonna do? Not smoke?” He raises a brow. You roll your eyes. He offers you a toke and you gladly take it, needing to expel the irritation and stress coursing through your veins.
“I’m really sorry pretty girl, I am.” He starts and looks down at your lap, unable to meet your eyes as you take a few more hits. “I was a dick. I still am. I should’ve covered you up n shit.” He sighs. “Yuji ripped me a new one after he dropped you off. I feel really bad ‘nd I jus’ wanted to say I’m sorry baby.”
The weed in your system causes you to just lightly nod your head, eyes nearly fluttering shut as the familiar feeling of being high rolls through your body in what feels like waves. Your eyes shut and you feel the spliff being taken from your fingertips.
“Say something, princess.”
“S’fine. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Just have some respect for me, that’s all.” You whisper lightly.
“I promise I’ll respect you so good baby.” He grins, handing you the spliff to take the last few tokes. “So…” He starts. “We’re good now right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Can you suck my dick?”
“…Yeah.”
He quickly discards the roach, a giddy smile on his face as he hastily unzips his pants, not even taking the time to lower them and only pulling his stiff cock out, giving it a few strokes. You watch, entranced by the way his precum pools at the tip.
You can’t help the way your thighs squeeze and your mouth fills up with saliva. “Taste it, baby, I wanna see your slutty lips around my tip.” He speaks huskily while stroking the base of his fat cock.
You find yourself leaning over, seatbelt off in a flash and his cock in your mouth, tongue licking up his leaking cock. Sukuna throws his head back in bliss, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. All he can think about is fucking your slutty mouth ‘til you’re choking down his cum. He can’t decide if he wants to cum down your throat or cum all over your pretty face.
“Yeah, you like that? You like the way my cock tastes? Throat that shit baby, I wanna feel your throat squeeze my cock.” You feel his large hand on top of your head pushing you down, and you let him. You like it, you hate to admit it but you like the way he treats you. It feels so lewd and so wrong but it makes your pussy wet anyway.
“Fuck my dicks already numb baby. I need another fucking spliff.” He mumbles before reaching for his little bag once more. “Keep sucking my dick baby. I’m jus' gonna roll on your back so don’t go too crazy yeah?” You garble out a response, throat tightening around his cock.
You continue to slobber and lick at his cock, careful to not move your back too much as you feel his jars lined up on your spine, his grinder and tray placed carefully on the left side of your back. “You’re so fucking good for me baby, my dirty little slut sucking my cock. Fuck. You look so fucking good.” He groans, licking the paper and smoothening the sides to make the perfect cone. He then uses the pen to lightly push the contents inside, making sure to not stuff it too much.
“Almost done baby. Lemme get all this off of you and I’ll face fuck you.” You moan in response, feeling yourself relax a tad when you feel the pressure taken off of your back. He lights his spliff and you take that as a moment to catch your breath, pulling off his spit-soaked cock.
He whips his head and glares at you. He wants to be mad, but seeing your face streaming with tears, covered in precum and spit. He feels like he wants to give you a baby right then and there.
“Did I say you can stop sucking? You’re my sex slave. You do whatever the fuck I tell you to. So fucking do what I say or else I won’t fuck you.” He growls, his heavy hand smacking your ass swiftly and pushing your head back down on his throbbing dick.
“Show me you’re sorry baby. I wanna see how fucking sorry you are.” You nod tearfully. Your hand cups his balls, squeezing and playing with them in your palms. “Oh fuck.” He moans, head thrown back with his spliff held between his lips.
You relax your throat and swallow his entire cock, your face pressed tight against his pelvis. His fingers dig into your scalp, loud moans leaving his lips. “Shit. Fuck. Stay down there. Keep it down your throat baby.” You start gagging, your untrained throat failing you. “Imma cum baby, imma give your throat a fat fucking load ‘cuz you deserve it.” He moans, shallowly fucking his cock down your throat.
You feel his entire body go stiff, a loud moan breaking the short silence. You feel his cock twitching down as well as his cum going straight down your throat, his cock lodged so deep inside that swallowing was unnecessary.
He wasn’t lying, he did have a big load. You pull your head back, coughing and spitting out his large load. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath. Everything feels wet and sticky. Your saliva had dripped down your chin and soaked your shirt. You’ve soaked through your panties and you can feel your thighs sticking to the leather of the seat as you sit back down.
“Tissue?” You croak out, looking at him as his chest heaves. His eyes snap open. “No.” He states bluntly. “What do you mean no? Look at me! I’m so messy!” You complain, feeling the remnants of his cum drying on your skin.
“Get in the back. I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Can I at least clean—“
“Get in the fucking back.”
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“Suguru, she’s not answering her phone.” Gojo whines. He was a petulant child indeed. Getou sighs, irritation building. He knows where you are and who you’re with. He’s just not sure what to do about it. He wants you. Both of them do.
Sure, Gojo’s a bit more straightforward and spoiled, always expecting everyone to bend to his will. But Getou knew that if you made your choice, there would be no changing your mind.
“Hello? Suguru? Are you ignoring me?” Gojo whines once more, stomping his foot like once again, a petulant child. Getou sighs in annoyance.
“Stop acting like a kid. You know where she is, and you know what she’s doing.” He pauses. “What do you wanna do about it?”
Gojo smirks.
“I have an idea, I’m just not sure you’re up for it.”
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The world's spinning. At this point, you’re ready to leave the earth. Your body’s gone numb and you’re struggling to breathe once more as Sukuna tightens his grip on your throat.
You’re laying on your back in the backseat of his car, legs hooked over his shoulders as he fucks into you, slow but rough. His cock batters against your cervix causing your toes to curl in both pain and pleasure.
“You’re so fucking creamy holy shit. I’m gonna have to detail my car after this.” He laughs lightly. “Every time I squeeze your throat your pussy gets tighter.” He moans, fucking into you harder.
“I wanna see you squirt on my dick baby. You think you can?”
“M-Maybe, I’ve never squirted before.” You squeal when his thumb slides down your entire abdomen and presses against your clit, the rough pads of his fingers expertly playing with your sensitive parts. He watches your facial expressions attentively, figuring out what feels good and what doesn’t.
He craves to have you lose yourself on his cock. He wants you completely dick-drunk and bending to his will. He knows you can. You’ve been so good for him, it feels as if you could be the one for him.
“Sukuna!” You moan. You feel the pressure building in your abdomen. Your pussy grips his cock tighter and you feel as if you’re about to cum, eyes rolling back into their sockets. “‘M g’nna squirt!” You mumble, too far gone in your pleasure.
“Yeah? Squirt baby. I wanna feel you soak my cock. Squirt for me and only me.” He groans, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he feels your cunt squeeze around him. He doesn’t know how much longer until he loses himself. But he knows he wants you to cum first.
The pressure in your abdomen snaps and a string of whines and moans fall from your lips. Your whole body trembles as you squirt, soaking your entire bottom half as well as Sukuna’s. But he’s not satisfied. He wants much more. He continues to bully your clit with his thumb, synchronizing each thrust with a roll of your bud.
“S’kuna! I can’t! Too sensitive!” You squeal, hands gripping his forearm tightly but he doesn’t let up. He knows what he wants and he’s gonna have it.
“I’m gonna fill this fucking pussy up. I don’t give a fuck about your two bodyguards.”
“Wait! Don’t!”
“I don’t care.” He smacks your hands away. He grips your wrists in his large hand and pins them above your head, his other hand occupied.
“I’m cumming baby~” He moans, thrusting his dick as deep as his can, grinding his tip against your bruised cervix as his cum paints your walls white.
You’re both left trembling and heaving, his cock still twitching and emptying itself inside your cunt. You wonder if you’ll be able to experience this type of sex with anyone else. Or if you’ll think about the way Sukuna makes you feel your entire life.
“Wanna go back to my place and nap? We can pick up some Wingstop.” He gives you a toothy grin before kissing your forehead. You can’t do anything but nod tiredly, throat still sore from Sukuna’s abuse.
But you wonder, was it normal for fuck buddies to kiss each other's foreheads so gently?
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Thank You(Scarred!Rengoku Kyojuro x Fem!Slayer!Reader)
warnings: trauma, mentions of death, wounds, blood, smut, unprotected sex, angst, sadness, fluff, Mugen Train Spoilers, AU
word count: 2.3k
pairings: Scarred!Rengoku Kyojuro x Fem!Slayer!Reader
summary: after Kyojuro survives the events of the Mugen Train incident, he finds himself hoping for someone better to come sweep you off your feet. what Kyojuro doesn't realize is that you are with him, for better or for worse.
a/n: IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN! PLEASE I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!!
Dividers by the loverly @benkeibear
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Since the incident that happened with the Mugen Train, Kyojuro wondered how many days he had left. He hated thinking that way, but he couldn’t help but think about how he was always inches away from death. He just barely managed to avoid death that time, and now he was trying to heal so he could get right back to being the flame Hashira.
But something had been more pressing than that. Even though he lost his left eye and sustained some deep internal wounds, his love for you never faltered. He found himself thinking of not only his mother, but also you, during his final moments. Or at least, what Kyojuro had believed to be his last moments. And when he had bestowed his advice on the young Kamado, Kyojuro felt his life fading fast.
The one thing he hadn’t been expecting was to see your beautiful face as he felt his life slipping away. You weren’t happy though, no you were desperate. You began treatment on him immediately, using a potion from Shinobu. She had been the one to tell you that your lover had gone on to fight the demon plaguing the Mugen Train.
The next thing Kyojuro remembers is waking up in the Butterfly Mansion. His whole body ached, he couldn’t see out of his left eye and he was tired. But he didn’t think he was going to make it out alive from that battle. He remembered the way young Kamado was so fed up with the way the demon had gotten away. He remembered the determination on your face too.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Shinobu comments as she enters the room. Kyojuro feels so disoriented.
“Mmm…yes.”
Shinobu begins taking his vitals, checking his healing. When she feels satisfied with the way things are going, she begins to change his bandages. While she’s taking care of him, Kyojuro inquires about your wellbeing and how things happened after he passed out from the bloodloss.
“You were so lucky she was there,” Shinobu finally says.
Kyojuro swallows hard, “I know that. I owe her my life.”
Shinobu leaves, telling him that lunch will be served momentarily. He lies in the bed, feeling a little better now that his bandages have been changed and that Shinobu had given him something for the pain. He thinks about you, wondering where you are.
The door opens and there you are. You look inside the room, worried about what you might find. You’ve been missing your lover. You worried day and night about him, unsure if you’d ever get to look at his beautiful face once more. You wondered if you’d ever hear the sound of his voice.
You rush over to him, tears in your eyes. He doesn’t even know what to say. He lets you crumble in his arms, and he lets you press kisses to his wounded and scarred face.
“Oh my flame…” you whisper. “I thought—I thought I was going to lose you.”
“Precious little flame,” Kyojuro murmurs back. “I am happy to see you again.”
You cup his face, careful not to put too much pressure on any of his wounds. Then you press your lips to his, savoring the way he tastes. You swore to yourself that you’d never forget this taste. You’d never forget the way he smells like scorched earth and bonfires. The way he’s always warm, even on cold nights. Tears cascade down your cheeks.
“I love you, Kyojuro. I never wanted you to go on that mission.”
Kyojuro chuckles, “You know that I needed to go. I’m a Hashira. I’m meant to protect the innocent.”
You cry even harder, making his face screw up in pain. He hates hearing you cry. He hates seeing you in pain like this. Kyojuro sits up and he gathers you up in his arms. Even if his bones and muscles scream out in pain, he doesn’t care. What matters most to him is to be able to hold you so close.
“I’m scared to lose my lover,”
Your words pierce his heart. He knows what it means to have this heavy burden placed on his shoulders. His father had quit being the Hashira because of the death of his mother. Kyojuro had watched the man crumble so quickly, taking up alcohol as a way to cope. He wonders if maybe you’d end up like that if you were to lose him.
“You won’t lose me. I promise,”
The next few weeks consist of you helping Kyojuro return to the closest to normal as he can. He’s mostly been relieved of his duties as a Hashira for the time being. He’s healing up well, but something sits deep in his heart. He wonders if maybe you should find someone else.
Not only are you attending to his every need now, you’re just wasting your precious time with him. You could be happier with someone else. You could make someone very lucky. It hurts Kyojuro so deeply when he begins to imagine you with someone else.
Late at night when everyone has gone to sleep and you’re sleeping in his arms now that Shinobu has given the okay for this, Kyojuro admires your beauty. He admires your strength and your courage. Then he thinks about you marrying someone else. He’s no fool, he knew he should have perished in his last battle. He should have died.
Kyojuro cannot bring himself to even imagine making you his bride. The thought of turning you into such a young widow. It makes him ache so deep inside. He weeps silently, wishing things could be different for the both of you. He thinks about how he’s going to break things off with you. It’s what should happen. You could be so much happier.
The thing is, Kyojuro didn’t realize that you were so determined to keep him close to your heart. One day as the two of you are walking through the wisteria trees, you turn to face your lover.
“Kyo, you know that I absolutely adore you, correct?”
He smiles softly, “I do know this, my little flame.”
His jaw drops when he sees you kneeling in front of him. A beautiful silver band sits in your hands as you present to him this ring. It’s engraved with someone’s name on it, but he doesn’t recognize it.
“I know I shouldn’t be the one to do this.” You try to clarify. “It should be the man. But I love you, and I’m not about to lose you. Please…marry me.”
Kyojuro feels his stomach doing flips. He looks at the beautiful ring you have presented him. He looks at the sincerity in your eyes and it just breaks his heart. You deserve better than someone cracked and broken.
“My little flame,” he helps you to your feet. “I couldn’t…I shouldn’t…”
Your heart shatters at the response. It’s not at all what you were expecting. Tears began to well up in your eyes. You don’t know how to process the words that have just come from your lover.
“D-do you not…do you not love me?”
It was his turn for his heart to shatter. The thought of you even thinking he doesn’t love you was enough to make him tremble. Tears slide down his cheeks as he gathers you up in his arms. You try to squirm to get away, which makes him feel even more guilty.
“I do love you. I love you so much, I’d give you the moon and the stars if you asked it of me.” Kyojuro explains through sobbing and hiccuping. “I’d give you anything you want. I just think you deserve better than me. I’m broken and I’m not good enough for you.”
You shake your head in defiance. “Kyojuro, you are my heart and my soul. You are more than good enough for me.”
Then you cup his face in your hands. It’s been a while since his bandages have been taken off, but he still suffers from nerve damage and sensitivities. He shudders at your touch, loving the way your softness always comes through. He nuzzles his face in the palms of your hands, sighing.
“I am broken.” He finally manages to say. “You need someone who could make you happy.”
You scoff, “You are the one who makes me happy. You are the one I need.”
Kyojuro finally opens his eyes. The left one doesn’t work, only able to see grayscale in that one. He can see very vague shapes through it. But he knows what you look like from memory. Even if he lost his sight completely, he would still know the beauty and grace that has blessed you.
“I wouldn’t want you to regret it.”
You shake your head, “Marrying my lover would never be a regret.”
The day fast approaches. Kyojuro wonders if he’ll look presentable for you. He knows that his father has allowed you and him to wear the family’s traditional wedding clothes, but he still feels like a complete failure to his family and to you.
“Kyojuro,” Shinjuro enters the room. “Are you prepared?”
Kyojuro is touched to see his father looking so well-groomed for the first time in what seems like forever. He smiles, tears filling his eyes once more. Shinjuro is shocked, but he feels this tenderness coming from his eldest son. Shinjuro approaches his son, smoothing down the folds in his garment.
“You will be a good husband. You are patient, caring, sweet and understanding. You have inherited the best qualities from me and your mother, just like your brother has.”
Kyojuro wipes his eyes, pulling on the eyepatch to cover the damaged eye. Shinjuro smiles sweetly, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this affectionate with Kyojuro. It feels so good to know his son has survived and is taking a good woman as his bride.
“You will be blessed. This I know.”
Kyojuro exits his dressing room and he’s guided towards the shrine that your marriage will take place in. Shinjuro guides him to the altar, and then he takes his spot off to the side.
All eyes are on you as you arrive. You walk down towards the altar, looking like an angel dressed in your all-white shiromuku. Kyojuro’s eyes widen when he sees you. You’re the most precious thing in his life, and here you are, walking towards him so you can get married.
The wedding officiant begins the ceremony which will join you and Kyojuro forever. You will be bound together.
Everyone is in tears by the time you two share a kiss. They have never witnessed such a wonderful union in their lives. All your friends are so happy for the both of you.
By the time the wedding is over, you know that you have no regrets. You have made the best choice for yourself. You adore Kyojuro and nothing could ever change that for you.
Kyojuro had been worried that you wouldn’t want to be intimate with him. He had his doubts that you even saw him as attractive anymore. But every doubt and worry and insecurity was tossed out the window the minute you two were relaxing in the onsen in your honeymoon suite.
You straddled his lap gently, kissing him on the lips. Your hands caressed and massaged his muscles, making him feel aroused. His cock twitched to life with every single searing kiss you gave him.
Your tongues tangled together, swapping saliva. His breath feels hot on your skin whenever you pull away to breathe. Soft pleas fall from your reddened and swollen lips.
“I want you,” you purr. “I need to feel you.”
Kyojuro is shocked, but his heart skips a beat. He feels the way you touch him, and he knows you are being very truthful. With renewed strength, your husband picks you up and brings you over to the bed. He crawls on top of you, the lust and love written all over his face.
He kisses you passionately, cupping your face between his calloused hands. His nose rubs against yours, dragging down your cheek as he finds other places to kiss you. Your body feels so hot, so electrified. Every touch and every kiss is mesmerizing.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathes out as he kneads your breasts.
“As you are,” you compliment him. “You look just as beautiful as the day I met you.”
This makes his heart swell with love. Despite everything he was thinking before he married you, he can see that you adore him. You want the best for him, and you happen to be the absolute best for him.
You watch through half-lidded eyes as he suckles on your nipples, then he presses open-mouthed kisses down your body. Kyojuro lets out a growl when he spreads your thighs and he takes a greedy inhale of your scent. You are divine, intoxicating, sweet and musky. It’s all too much for him, he feels like he could lose himself completely to you.
He laps at you like a man who’s been in the desert for ages and you are his oasis. Your nectar dribbles on his lips and tongue, making him moan as he tastes you so fervently. Kyojuro expertly pulls two orgasms from you with just his mouth alone. Then he settles himself on his knees, ready to push into you.
The stretch is delicious and leaves you feeling full. He kisses away all your tears, praising you for taking him so well. Both of you are unable to last long now that you’re making love, and your orgasm makes him tumble over the edge quickly.
Soft kisses and whispered words of praise are what end the first night as a newlywed couple, and when you awake the next day, you see the man you adore in the shining light of the sun peeking through the curtains.
“Thank you for not giving up on me,” he says, his heart heavy with love.
You kiss his lips. “I’d never give up on you. Because you’ve never given up on me.”
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Reviewing tgcf characters because I have thoughts
I finished S2 recently and I need somewhere to put my not exactly hot but like warm (?) takes because it's taking up too much storage space in my brain.
🤍 Xie Lian 🤍
It's a good thing I'm not into guys because if I was I would be on my knees for this man in every sense of that expression and his pet menace to society would mince me up like garlic.
So I'll try to be brief about my overflowing feelings about him. Xie Lian is the best main character I have come across in a WHILE. He's the embodiment of compassion and kindness. And also a cold blooded murderer. A babygirl. A father figure. A terrifying martial god. A silly little guy. A pathological liar. The most genuine man you'll ever meet. He's everything, and Hua Cheng is 100% valid in his obsession. I'm right there with him.
Rating: 10/10
❤️ Hua Cheng ❤️
Idk if we ever figured out who wrote My Immortal but I'm pretty sure we have our culprit.
"Hi my name is Hua Cheng Crimson Rain Sought Flower Red-Robed Ghost King and this is my evil weapon of death E-ming. I've killed soooo many gods with it!! My dark power is I can summon storms of BLOOD and SUFFERING. I have my own scary city of DEMONS and they all love me and think I'm HOT but I only want my BOYFRIEND who's the only REAL GOD so STOP FLAMING HIM YOU POSERS-"
Needless to say I love him. Being the 8 time winner of the Loverboy of the Century Awards with unbeatable records in the yearning olympics is truly a remarkable feat.
Rating: 9/10
(Bonus: E-ming. Cute little guy. Likes his stepdad more than his real dad. Not afraid to show it's feelings even if it makes it look like a muppet, 10/10)
🧡 Feng Xin & Mu Qing 🧡
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum gets a shared rating because they would hate to be grouped together like that and that's funny to me. Their dynamic is great, they're good characters, I wasn't sure which one was which until midway through the second season. But then also I have a pair of 7yo twin cousins who I still can't tell apart despite them not looking even a slight bit similar so that might just be a character flaw on my end. Oops.
Rating: 7/10
🩵Shi Qingxuan🩵
I'm doubling the rating because she is best boy and best girl at the same time. I love that I can use any and all pronouns for him because he's literally a pride parade personified and therefore all of them are correct. You don't get that type of chaotic fun just anywhere.
He is truly living my dream, presenting as whatever gender they want depending on what's more convenient and/or funnier in the moment. Super useful, for things like gathering intel and terrorizing Feng Xin by being a woman.
And I personally think we should crown her the new emperor. She'd look significantly better on that throne, with her Barbie-like radiance and flourishing Kenergy.
Rating: 20/10
🖤 Ming Yi 🖤
Listen, I hate to say it because I like a sunshine x grump moment as much as the next gay but he's just... not giving what he thinks he's giving. Everyone is whispering ominously about him having some dark devastating secret but MY point is no matter how big his boobs are in his female form, Shi Qingxuan could do better. I'm sorry. She really could.
Rating: 4/10
💙 Lang Qianqiu 💙
Just an honest man with good intentions and a sickass fucking sword. He did NOT hesitate to attack the infamous Crimson Rain Sought Flower on SIGHT and I respect a quick decisionmaker, even if it shows some himbo tendencies. He also has the same distinct energy as Fred from Scooby Doo.
Rating: 6/10
💚 Qi Rong 💚
He's got some odd dietary and moral choices going on. Definitely. But he's just such a fun villain!!! Being Xie Lian's nr 1 source of migraines SHOULD make me like him less but I'm sorry, every time he was on screen I was LIVING. He would do numbers on reality TV. Someone put this guy on Kitchen Nightmares, I need to see him 1v1 Gordon Ramsay.
Rating: 7/10
🌚 Jun Wu 🌚
He has his emperor status & DILF card going for him but something about this man just ain't right. If he came to a party I was attending I would cover my drink is all I'm saying.
Rating: 2/10
🔥Pei Ming🔥
I don't know much about him besides he had that one shady empolyee or whatever (could not hear the plot over the deafening sound of Hua Cheng's yearning) but I'm partial to a good manwhore character. The thought of people praying to him like "Hugh Mungus, who art in heaven-" really tickles me.
I know he's probably straight but I headcanon him as at the very least bi-curious because you can't be that hot with that much game and not use it for evil. (That evil being causing large scale gay awakenings among his soldiers.)
Rating: 7/10
❓Pei Xiu❓
Unreliable, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed.
I remember not a singular thing about him besides fucking up Xie Lian's daughter's life and also being on my last nerve from the jump. If you're going to be evil at like least be memorable about it, you know? You can't be a bad person and a bad character at the same time. Pick a struggle.
Rating: 1/10
📚 Ling Wen 📚
I heard she committed some war crimes but honestly if I had to do an entire realm's tax returns by myself AND teach Pei Ming how to read (I refuse to believe that man is literate, just look at him) I would want to rage on occasion too. I hope she has a hot wife waiting for her at home to give her massages after carrying the whole system on her back all day. It's what she deserves.
Rating: 8/10
Thank you for reading!! Opinions might change once I read the books but as of now this is it. Remembering everyone's names has been a journey and a half so this post is sponsored by @kirstenly 's character cheat sheet go look at it! and everything else too!!!
#heaven official's blessing#tian guan ci fu#tgcf#xie lian#hua cheng#feng xin#mu qing#shi qingxuan#ming yi#lang qianqiu#qi rong#jun wu#pei ming#pei xiu#ling wen#sorry for the long post#im just obsessed
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Hi!!
I was a bit confused on you info about Lumians, and wanted to ask you if you have any more info on them! :D
I’m totally cool with infodumping btw!
Thanks in advance!! :>
Boy oh boy spopera lore time!
First of all credit for Lumian!Martyn to @strifesolution , who is the local Yogscast fan among us space operators that make up the au, and since lumians are a yogs aliens.
General spopera tdlr is: treebark are spaceship racers! For the space opera au I think we’ve been allowed to make things up a bit and play around with the lumian worldbuilding. Here’s what I got from the collective lore google docs for the au:
Lumians are a bipedal humanoid species that produces a bioluminescent element in their bodies called bioneos. Lumians are identifiable by bioneos freckles. In the au and out of the main characters, Martyn and False are lumians, Martyn having an almost cyan tone to his bioneos, while False has red.
The colour varies, and it can help track family lineage, despite the fact that lumians are typically a communal species with no nuclear family unit. However, some lumian families that leave their home planet may no longer have the community support, and likely adopt a family unit home style.
Lumians may have “gendered” appearances but they are a unisexual species. Societal roles in lumian culture are often decided by stature. Shorter, broader lumians often take to building, hunting, and child rearing. Taller, more slender lumians will take to taming, climbing, and navigation.
The home planet of Lumians, Corruscate, has a tropical climate. The planet is mostly covered in jungle and forests, with megaflora that cast dark shadows. To compensate for the darkness created, living species in Corruscate, as the lumians themselves, have bioneos that create the bioluminescence typical of lumians.
Since lumians are from a hot planet, they are particularly susceptible to cold and temperature drops. As a defense mechanism to save energy mentally and physically, and to be able to get themselves out of the cold, they’ve evolved “glacieration”, also known as “frost mode”
Frost mode is essentially a survival mode to keep them alive. As the temperature decreases the lumian will feel cold and uncomfortable and sick, until they suddenly seem to gather themselves and be okay; this, apart from a pale and grey complexion and dulled glow, is a sign of frost mode.
The body freezes over as it switches its priority from maintaining heat to creating adrenaline for the lumian to use to get themselves into a safe temperature. However, the modern lumian can decide to ignore the primitive urge to warm up and instead do other activities, although prolonged frost mode is lethal.
A result of the intense shot of adrenaline is erratic behaviour, like apathy or snapping or being aggressive.
(These pieces I made for treebarkweek, for example, were meant to be about frost mode happening while Ren and Martyn went to a very cold planet for a race. The assumption is that the cold discomfort happened mid-race, but Martyn refused to retire. Afterwards when Ren follows him into the lockers he finds him fully in frost mode; he can't feel the cold anymore since he's sort of icy all over now, and he's pumped full of adrenaline and suceptible to being irrational, so he'll probably pick a fight with Ren if Ren decides to chastise him about putting the race before his health)
(My guy is ice. He's producing cold clouds. Someone give him lukewarm water)
(Also it might be obvious already but frost mode was taken from the idea of having inthelittlefrost in the au somehow.)
#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK THIS WAS SUPER FUN TO ANSWER!!!!#we fr love the au all the people involved#at all time im thinking about space opera au. space f1 treebark save me....#save me lumians... save me little glowsticks.....#space opera au#asks.tag#ghast.art
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A/N: And I am back in my "Nessian with RED (TV) fic titles" agenda. They are just so RED coded and I had been dying to write something related to this album it is one of my fav albums of TS tbf.
This one shot is more Cassian centric, and it is also a type of fanfic I had been meaning to write for the longest times. I just feel like the fandom overall forgets that Cassian has a lot of trauma and insecurities, and I wish we saw more of that.
Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound
Nightmares were not unusual to Cassian. He had them for as long as he could remember.
He had them when he was a mere child living on the outskirts of Windhaven, blowing on his hands to try and keep himself warm.
Had them when he was a young warrior, taking part in the Blood Rite, fighting his way to find his brothers alive.
Had them when he took part in the First War and saw deaths far more gruesome than what he had experienced at the Blood Rite.
Had them pile up after each war, each battle he took part in. Dreamt about his soldiers dying, about having to give their families the news and be met with sadness, anger and resentment. That they were gone and would never return. That while they had died he, a mere bastard born nobody, an orphan, had not.
He grew used to nightmares. Usually he would wake up with silent tears and a sense of regret and failure over his heart, spending the rest of the night awake, going over reports. Those were the good nights.
And on those rare times when his mind was particularly evil and wanted to punish him deeply, on those nights he would wake up with his heart racing, the urge to throw up taking him out of his bed to leave him retching over the toilet, the need to scream at anyone and everyone consuming him. To scream in anger and despair. Those were the bad nights, the ones who made him go to the training ring and rip the punching bags, made him stay there until the sun was rising and he would pass out with tiredness, no dreams, good or bad appearing for him.
He was so used to his nightmares that he knew what to expect, knew how to recognise when it would be a bad or good night.
And then he met Nesta and his nightmares changed.
Now he dreamt of his failures with her. Not being able to stop her from being thrown into the Cauldron, not protecting her from Hybern during the War, not helping her heal sooner after the war, letting her be kidnapped again and thrown in the Blood Rite.
Nothing could have prepared him for those nightmares, nightmares that got worse after they finally got together.
Because finally being able to be with the love of his life, his Nesta, his wife and mate… that made him incredibly afraid. Afraid that the happiness he had never felt before would be stolen from him, leaving him empty, a sad and lonely youngling in the bitter snow all over again.
The first time Cassian had a nightmare after he and Nesta had wed, he had woken up in a cold sweat, heart beating so loudly on his ears that for a second he thought he was hearing the Illyrian war drums. He had dreamt of the night she had been Made, of dragging himself over the cold floor of Hybern’s throne room, the pain of his shredded and bloody wings almost non-existent at the face of Nesta’s despair. At her screams of rage as she was dragged under the cold dark waters of the Cauldron.
He had only calmed down when he realised Nesta was safely sleeping beside him, arms around him tightening and her sleepily mumbling at him.
“Where are you going?”
Cassian had considered untangling himself from his wife’s warm embrace and going over some leftover documents, silently keeping watch over her. But one look at her sleeping face had his resolve weakening.
“Nowhere, Nes” he had settled beside her, dropping a kiss on her forehead “Go back to sleep”
Whenever Cassian had a nightmare, he would try his best to not wake up Nesta. He did not want to bother her with his worries and fears. And somehow the Mother must have taken pity on him, because he was scarcely having any bad nights since they'd gotten married. Sure, he still had nightmares, but those made him want to rip his own heart out had stopped.
He took that as a small blessing. He would take the good nights over no dreams if that meant that the unbearable nightmares would be kept at bay.
However, Nesta was not oblivious that something preyed on her husband’s mind. She had noticed how worn out he was, how when he smiled at her and said nothing was wrong his smile did not reach his eyes.
But Nesta wanted Cassian himself to tell her what was happening. Wanted him to open his heart about what was making the circles beneath his eyes darker with each passing day without her having to dig it out of him. He had told her months ago during that hike at Illyria that she could be silent and he would be waiting for her to open up when she felt comfortable, as long as she did not shut him out. Now Nesta would do the same. She would wait beside him, offering her support however she could until he was ready to talk.
“You are unusually quiet today,” Nesta noted. They were resting on the sofa in front of the fireplace — Nesta reading a book and Cassian lying down, his head on her lap — having a quiet late evening after the training session with the Valkyries in the morning.
“Missing the sound of my lovely voice, Nes? Should I read out loud a paragraph from your book?” Cassian teased, opening an eye. He had slept poorly the night before, and the quiet sound of the embers crackling on the fireplace and his mate absentmindedly running her free hand through his hair had him battling sleep.
“No,” she closed her book, “it was merely an observation.”
Cassian closed his eyes again, smiling softly.
“Are you sure? I am certain the House would love to hear all about your newest smutty book”
The faelights flicked twice, as if agreeing with him.
“Oh hush now, you can read it after I am done with it. ” Nesta said, glaring at the ceiling “I never knew a sentient being more impatient”
Cassian laughed. At first he had been surprised when Nesta talked to the House, but he had grown used to it, even talking to It on more than one occasion.
“Do you want to move to our room?” Nesta asked, gently running her hands through his hair “it is more comfortable than the couch”
Cassian merely sighed “No, I am very comfortable like this” he turned on his side, arms circling her waist and wings dropping a little on the floor “I am afraid I will keep you hostage while I nap.”
Whatever Nesta meant to say was lost when she noticed how his breath had eased, her mate having already fallen asleep. And before she could even ask, the House flicked off the faelights, drawing shut the curtains of the room they had turned into their living room.
“Thank you,” Nesta found it quite endearing how the House had grown to care about Cassian as much as It cared about her. In the beginning, It liked to play pranks on him and even sided with Nesta whenever she and Cassian had an argument — once It locked Cassian outside and only let him in when he apologised. Over time, however, they had formed a rather close friendship.
Nesta opened her book again, turning on the small faelight that Azriel had gifted her on Solstice. She had just gotten to the juicy part and she knew that little light would not wake Cassian any time soon if the way he was softly breathing was any indication of how deeply he was sleeping.
She had read half of the book when she felt an uneasy feeling through the bond. She looked down at Cassian and saw his breathing getting uneven, his arms tightening around her waist.
“Cass?” Nesta whispered softly, setting her book aside. She could feel his fear and anguish through the bond, and it pained her that she could do nothing to ease his pain.
Cassian whimpered, and although Nesta knew better than to wake up someone having a nightmare, she could not stand to see him in such pain.
“Cassian, wake up, please” she tugged on her end of the bond, her hands cupping his face. He woke up gasping, hazel eyes huge and scared.
“A bucket,” he managed to say as he scrambled up, his breathing erratic “I need—”
No sooner had the House made a bucket appear than Cassian was on his knees, emptying his stomach. Nesta kneeled beside him, holding his hair back and rubbing his back.
“It is okay, everything is fine now” she said softly.
The House made a glass of water and a towel appear, Nesta thanking It quietly. Cassian had closed his eyes, breathing as if he had just learned how to.
“Hey,” she grabbed his face “open your eyes Cass.”
His hands came up, grabbing her wrists like he was wandering at the sea and she was his lifeline.
“That is it, just look at me” she said softly yet firmly, his scared hazel eyes meeting her blue-grey ones “Breath, Cassian.”
Nesta took a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds before letting it go slowly. Cassian copied her, and after a few minutes his breathing had become normal again, his racing heart also slowing down.
“I am sorry,” that was the first thing he said, voice hoarse “I did not want you to see me like this”
“Nonsense,” Nesta dismissed, giving him the glass of water and making him drink it “you have seen me in much worse conditions”
“Are you ready to tell me what is going on?” she asked.
Cassian nodded his head, biding his time by taking another sip of water and using the towel to clean his mouth.
“For as long as I could remember I’ve had nightmares,” he began “There are the good nightmares and bad nightmares. The good ones usually wake me and leave me with a feeling of failure.”
Nesta remembered the nights in which she would wake up to an empty bed, Cassian going over reports — she would sit on his lap and give remarks as he went over them — or just standing on their balcony. On those nights she would go over to him and bring him back to bed.
“I am cold” she would say, and he would hug her tightly and Nesta would let him think that she did not notice how he needed the hug more than she did.
She could always feel his sadness through the bond, no matter how hard he tried to close his end of that golden thread that binds them together so intrinsically.
“And the bad ones?” Nesta quietly asked.
“The bad ones leave me like this,” he said with a self deprecating laugh “A complete and utter mess, barely functioning.”
“You have been sleeping poorly for a while now. Why didn’t you talk to me?” Cassian must have seen the hurt on her eyes, felt it through the bond, because he grabbed her hands, squeezing them.
“I am not good with words, I am sure you have noticed that,” he smiled weakly “I wish I was half as eloquent as you are.”
“You managed just fine in our wedding” she said with an arched eyebrow, and that got a real laugh out of him.
“I was inspired that day, I will admit.” he got serious again “But I think that maybe spending a lot of time being alone and angry did not help with my inability to find the right words to express what I am feeling. And to share my problems with others.”
Nesta had noticed this particular trait of Cassian, especially after she had stopped keeping him at arms lengths and had finally allowed herself to admit what she felt for him. He loved his family deeply, would put himself at risk for others in a heartbeat, would always have a happy face and joke to lighten the mood.
He cared for and about everyone, but what about him? Who did the same to him?
Nesta wanted to be the one with whom he could discard his happy mask and show a range of emotions.
“You can always talk to me Cassian,” she said “Anytime, no matter what.”
“I don't want to burden you. You already went through so much that to further worry you with something as silly as a nightmare—”
“I cannot believe you are saying this,” Nesta said, and Cassian could feel her anger and disappointment through the bond “You could never burden me and for you to even suggest otherwise—”
“I am your wife, Cassian. Your mate. If I don’t care and worry about you, who will?” she continued after taking a deep breath to calm herself “Besides, it is not a silly nightmare if it affected you this way”
Cassian stayed a few minutes quiet, mindlessly playing with her wedding band, brows furrowed in concentration.
“Another reason I was hesitant to talk to you about the nightmares is because— because now I have nightmares about you, Nes” he avoided her eyes while he talked, still focused on her hands “The good nightmares are the ones about my failures with you. Not stopping Hybern, not helping you sooner…”
Nesta’s heart almost broke when he said that. How could he think that about himself when he had been the one to tell her months ago when they visited the old shabby cottage she had lived with her family in poverty that there was nothing she could have done to stop Hybern and save her father?
“And the bad?” she asked, wishing he would look at her.
“The bad ones are about you dying in my arms. About you realising I am nothing more than a bastard born nobody, who is not deserving of even the air you breathe and then leaving to go travel the world, to marry a king from the continent or from other fae lands.” his voice got quieter, almost a whisper, as if he was afraid of telling her what he saw on those nights “Of you simply leaving me and never looking back.”
“Tonight— tonight was a bad one,” he finally looked at her and his face was so utterly wrecked with pain and desperation that Nesta wanted to tell him that she would stop his nightmares, that she would bargain with the Mother and even that blasted Cauldron to leave him alone.
“I dreamt that when Briallyn ordered me to kill I could not turn the knife on myself. So I killed you. And she got the Mask and kept reviving you so I had to kill you over and over and over again” silent tears started running down his face and her heart truly shattered.
She hugged him tight, Cassian burying his head on her shoulder.
“Shh xe nhia, I am here,” Nesta knew a few words in Illyrian, and she hoped that the use of them, the familiarity that they brought, would help Cassian “I am not leaving you. Not now and not ever”
“However, if you keep trying to spoil my books I might become Ems’ newest house mate” she joked, making Cassian laugh.
“I would be completely lost without you Nes,” he said with a weak smile.
“I know,” she tenderly brushed his cheeks, drying his tears “Promise me something?”
“Anything you desire”
“Promise me you will wake me up when you have another nightmare, be it ‘good’ or ‘bad’. Promise me you will talk to me and let me be beside you when you are in need.” she pleaded.
“I promise” Cassian kissed her cheek, gathering her in his arms and walking towards their bedroom. Reluctantly setting her down, he went to their bathroom to freshen up while Nesta changed out of her dress.
Cassian walked back in to find her wearing one his favourite sweaters.
“I had been looking for that sweater”
“You were? Funny how it ended up in my drawer. Maybe the House put it there by mistake” Nesta shrugged, knowing very well that she had been the one to steal it. She was constantly stealing Cassian’s clothes.
“You do look better on it than me, so I think I can forgive that small mishap” he said, getting under the covers and hugging Nesta close.
“I love you, Nes” he whispered in her ear “And thank you”
“I love you too, Cass,” she replied, snuggling closer to him.
And that night, for the first time in a long while, Cassian had no nightmares.
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❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ❞
pairing: farleigh x afab reader
warnings: making out (the night before), praise, a bit of spitting, slight degredation, size kink, cum eating, fingering, cussing
synopsis: farleigh wakes you up by eating you out
a/n: evb get a new pair of panties!!!! (im sorry this is lazy and i havent been writing 😕)
you felt the suns heat on your face even while sleeping. you felt the heat going from your cheeks, all the way to your arms. it didn’t bother you since it was normal and it felt nice. you fell asleep farleigh’s room; only because last night was your birthday and you got too drunk and didn’t wanna be anywhere that wasn’t with him.
as your boyfriend, he could tell when you were really drunk, and just let you fall asleep in his arms. he also knew as your boyfriend how you get when you were drunk. when the two of you were out last night, you couldn’t seem to keep your hands off of him. you just had to be in his lap, with his hand on your waist everywhere he went. when he got up to use the bathroom you would whine and ask him to just wait and let you sit for a bit longer. and each time he let you sit for a few minutes more, you would give him that little look and “adjust” yourself in his lap. farleigh knew exactly what you were doing — but didn’t wanna act on it until you were sober. he just sat back and let you get your little hopes up only to be disappointed when you got home.
he felt bad — he really did. he always wants his girl to feel good no matter what. it just doesn’t sit right with him when you’re drunk and he’s not. the most he’ll do when you’re intoxicated is make out with you. farleigh already has discussed tonight that he’s not going any further than that and it took you a while to fully digest it. and after that little while you just accepted it and took what he was gonna give you. the moment he put his lips on yours, you felt yourself melt. he leaned his back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. after some time of his lips against yours, you felt yourself get a bit sleepy. he could tell you were getting tired too, so he just let you bury yourself in his neck and breathe in his scent as you drifted off.
you don’t know when you woke up, but you remember exactly how. you felt a tickle on your legs before you decided to finally rub your eyes and try to wake up faster. when you looked down you saw farleigh’s face buried between your thighs. he was kissing softly at your clothed pussy. the only thing in the way of his tongue being in you was your pink, lacy underwear. farleigh absolutely loved when you wore underwear like that. it honestly made him want you more if that was even possible. you felt his tongue lick a stripe and you shivered from the way the fabric got cold when he let out a deep breath onto the saliva. you moan softly at the sensation and the sudden noise makes farleigh look up and take his mouth off of you.
"aw, m'sorry princess... did i wake you up?" he whispers sensually. a small smile forms on his face when he notices your expression when you realized what he was doing. he had his arms wrapped around your thighs and moved one so he could use his hand to move your underwear to the side. you leaned up onto your elbows, getting a better look at him. he maintained eye contact the entire time as he skillfully used his thumb to toy with your clit. he noticed your breath getting heavier with each movement, each kiss he left onto your soaking pussy. he wanted to tease you before he gave you fully what you wanted.
farleigh kept the eye contact, his eyes boring into yours while he used two fingers to slide through your folds. he was lubing them up so it wouldn’t be too hard to slide into your little cunt. you slowly shut your eyes before you felt a warm sensation on your pussy. farleigh had spit on you. he noticed your reaction and it got a smirk out of him before he finally got to work. once his mouth was fully on you, you let out the cutest moan he had ever heard. he slid the two fingers in, slowly and steadily — luckily for him it wasn’t too hard for them to slide in before he started to finger fuck you mercilessly. his mouth was sucking on your clit before he pulled away to say, “since you wanted to act like a little slut yesterday, ima treat you like one sweetheart.”
after his words he almost immediately began to work his mouth faster on you. his fingers pumping in and out at a pace he had never done before. “w-wasn’t tryna act like a slut…” you hiccup. “jus-… just wanted your attention far…”
he broke the eye contact to watch his fingers easily slide into you. he curled his fingers up just right and you choke out a moan and reach down to hold his other hand. farleigh looked back up at you, moving his hand away before saying “no touching until i say so.” and instead of him holding onto your hand, he used his very large one to press down onto your stomach to keep you from squirming around. you felt your body vibrate with each moan and groan that came from his mouth and into your cunt. you clenched around his fingers with each curl up and pump in and out of your soaking pussy. he took his mouth off of your clit, peppering tiny kisses around the inside of your thighs. “cmon cum for me baby, i know you can do it…”
farleigh continued to use his tongue on you until your legs were shaking on top of his shoulders. his eyes were animalistic, almost burning holes into your skin just with his look. he was damn near growling, trying to get a better taste of you. “fuck farleigh- i think imgonnacum.” you moan out quickly. he could already tell just from the way your breath got heavier and your noises got higher in pitch. he moved his hand from your stomach and intertwined his fingers with yours, making his hand look way bigger.
you were panting, a fucking mess beneath him. and all only from his mouth and fingers. once your orgasm washed over you it felt like you were in heaven. you looked down at farleigh to see him licking everything up like a damn dog. he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, and then almost immediately slipped them into his mouth. you heard him moan at the taste of you on his tongue again. he looked back up at you before he climbed on top of you and put his lips on yours.
“happy now?”
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#farleigh catton#farleigh smut#farleigh start smut#farleigh x you#archie madekwe#save me archie madekwe…#farleigh saltburn#saltburn#farleigh x reader#uch3na
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I'm so very obsess with your Overlord!reader storyline, it's just so soft, like it give me the vibe of 'bird in a gilded cage', but in 'the world outside is ugly and cruel and I want you to be surround with beauty and comfort' kind of way, just quietly comfy.
Also a prompt, how about for some reason or another, reader has to go to an overlord meeting but Adam is rather clingy plus he hasn't went outside since reader brought him there so he decided to take Adam with him while also making it a night on the town kind of thing. It's Hell but with reader long time there, he manage to find decent enough places to take Adam to. Obviously they got bothered, some even offered to buy Adam, but with the fact Adam is a still a powerfull angel and reader is longlived Overlord despite his relative anonymosity, they had a fun enough date and made it home unscathed
I love Overlord!Reader x Adam so fucking much, keep em asks coming bc I'll write for em til I die. Their dynamic is just absolutely adorable.
Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3
I'm not likely to kick a head in, but I'll curb stomp a bitch if she objects at our wedding
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
“Adam,” you hummed softly as the first man wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. The entire week the former angel had tried to talk you into taking him with you, he had asked you over and over again but you had always refused. The world outside of the mansion was different, less pure and less safe. It was a battlefield, even without the exterminations hell was many things, brutal, bloody, cold-hearted and cruel. But safe enough for Adam to leave this place? No. On the other hand this realm would never be safe enough for someone like Adam to walk around freely, so the best you could do was to take him out with you, that way you could not only keep an eye on him but also prevent the first man to do anything stupid. And despite your mansion being shielded from the society of hell, you would not have to worry about him being alone at home.
“You can’t fucking leave me here, I wanna come with you to see what your ass is up to,” he pulled you flush against his body, his head resting on your shoulder. You sighed in defeat and that was when Adam knew that he had won, “Okay, you will keep me company for tonight’s meeting,” you agreed to his request and felt Adam’s grip on you tighten in excitement, a quiet, “Fuck yeah;” was heard from the man behind you. “After the meeting we could also stay in town a little bit longer than necessary and have dinner, if you would do me the favor and accompany me through that as well, darling.” The brunette placed a quick kiss to your jaw, “Having dinner with my very fucking famous boyfriend in town for everyone to fucking stare at us like we’re hot shit? Obviously I’m fucking in, babes.” Boyfriend huh? While the term sounded really pretty coming from Adam being directed to you, you had not expected the first man to use so meanful words to describe your relationship so soon, yet you were grateful the brunette mess was feeling the same way about you. “Then shoo, darling,” you chuckled softly as you pulled away from Adam’s warm touch and directed him to your shared bedroom, “Go get dressed, my dear.”
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Well, Adam surely did not disappoint. Because for a reason that you had yet to understand he had chosen to wear the replica of the robe he had worn when you had found him nearly dead near the hotel. It was also the same robe the former angel had worn during exterminations in general, but who were you to judge your partner about his clothing choice? At least he was dressed appropriately for the meeting and that you thanked the lord for.
You and Adam had been the first to arrive after Carmilla, the others were yet to come. The top weapons dealer of hell eyed your company suspiciously, yet she did not dare to comment on it out loud, not when she knew the force of nature that Adam was and definitely not when she knew how defensive you were of the people close to you. “Carmilla,” you raised your voice as you took a sip from the tea that your old friend had offered once you and Adam had arrived. “Something is heavy on your mind, share your thoughts with me,” your eyes did not meet hers once, they were either on the drink in front of you, or on the handsome brunette man who had taken the seat right next to you. Carmilla eyed the two of you for a bit longer, then she spoke up, “You brought us the enemy, but I doubt you will have us let our way with him and show him the consequences of his actions.” Adam’s golden eyes were on you in an instant, he was not worried that you would hand him out, not at all. The former angel trusted you, he knew you would not treat him so gently at home for months and refused to take him with you to this meeting in the first place just to sell him to Carmilla and the other Overlords in the end. “No,” your voice sounded as tense as your body felt, was she trying to insult you? Did it seem like you were going to sell them Adam’s soul and body to have their way with him? The first man’s hand reached out for yours underneath the table and you took his offer of comfort gladly. “He is here as my partner, not as someone I will hand out to you. If you want his soul you have to tear it from my lifeless hands.” Alastor entered the room by Zestial’s side and hummed quite thoughtfully at your statement, “While that offer does sound tempting, I think I will keep it on the table for later,” the radio demon stated as he took his seat just like the friend he had arrived with. Adam narrowed his eyes at the sight of the redhead, they had history after all. Yet his anger was swept away by your thumb that started to gently caress the back of his hand.
Slowly the other overlords arrived, the Vee’s were on time for once and all of them had decided to give you the honor of their presence. The moth demon was quick to show interest in the man you had brought with you and he was not mannered enough to keep it to himself like Carmilla had been. “Hey there handsome~,” he purred towards Adam from across the table, blowing a cloud of smoke directly in his face - or at least that had been the plan, but you had been quick to block that tempting pink smoke of his, sparing Adam the pain of inhaling it. You had done that once and ever since then you tried your best to avoid the moth demon himself but also the scum he called friends. “Keep your shit to yourself, Valentino,” you growled at the Vee, fed up by his behavior already. Adam was yet again impressed by the switch in your language, when you spoke to the older Overlords you sounded so calm, so collected, like you chose your words wisely before you dared to open your mouth. But when speaking to the younger Overlords - such as the Vees - you talked like them. It was definitely something the first man admired, yet he craved to know what the real you was. Given that you spoke to him like you spoke to the more respected Overlords, he guessed that the calm and collected version of you was. Though he did not fully know.
“Oh,” Valentino responded, sounding a little surprised by your statement of protection, “So he’s on your leash already?” That caused Adam’s attention to shift from you to the moth demon that had tried to hit on him, “The fuck you mean I’m on his leash? I’m on no one’s fucking leash, cunt.” You nodded, confirming his words to be the truth as you added, “That does not mean you can fucking have him though, he is not an offer on the table. Not for you and not for anyone else.”
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The meeting had been nerve wrecking and energy draining, especially with all of the Vees being there, Valentino had made quite a lot of comments that were meant to seduce Adam, but the brunette had always been quick to reassure the moth demon that he was not interested in anything the pimp had to offer. Rosie - while not amused about your specific choice of partner - had wished you both the best though, she was the sweetest lady in all of hell, that was for sure.
“What are you craving, my dear?” you asked as Adam and you walked through the streets of hell. Adam was visibly uncomfortable despite you having his back - quite literally, your arm was wrapped around the back of his upper body, slightly above his waist. His wings were pressed close to his sides and the usually prideful look on his face that would sometimes cause you to giggle got replaced by a look of uncertainty. You were not to blame him, he had never thought he would end up in hell after all, had always thought he was too pure to be casted down to spend eternity here. And even after you had found him he had kept telling you that Sera and Lute were to come for him. But they never had done so. And while that had been a punch in the guts for the brunette at first, he had been quick to seek comfort in you and the love you offered him. “Dunno,” he mumbled as his eyes carefully roamed over the buildings, they all looked so uninviting, this was different than your mansion and for a moment he wished to be back at your place, he wished to be back home.
“Look who we have here,” a shady looking Imp giggled as he approached the both of you. His voice sounded cracky, like he had been screaming for too long, his outfit looked run down and the horns on his head that had probably been white once were dirty and therefore appeared brown. Adam backed off immediately, he did not want to make physical contact with any of those shady people down here, no matter if they were sinners, hellborn people or overlords. They all would stain his purity and divinity. You extended your arm, pushed the dirty little Imp out of the way and continued your way to the restaurant you would always visit after Overlord meetings. “Then let me show you my favorite place,” you offered the first man a reassuring smile as you guided him through hell’s crowded streets, Adam was thankful to have you by his side. It was not that he was unable to handle himself, but the amount of eyes that looked at him murderously was surely something he had never experienced before. “It won’t reach heavenly standards of course, but I think you might like what they have to offer,” the brunette loved how cheerful and unaffected your voice was by all those sinners waiting to get their hands on Adam.
In a swift motion you turned around to shove a sinner out of the way that was about to touch Adam’s wing and probably rip out one of his glorious feathers too. In a low, angry sounding voice you growled, “I would not dare to do this if I were to be you,” as you looked down at the sinner that had flinched away from your boyfriend the moment you had turned to look at him. Without another word the little one ran away and you returned your attention to Adam, “I’m sorry hell is causing you so much trouble, love, but the people here are not exactly the positive and bright minded spirits you know from up above.” The brunette pressed his wings even closer to his body, careful for them to not touch the dirty ground that was mostly covered in sinner blood. “Not your fucking fault that freaking bitch of a demon fuck-up almost fucking ended me,” he responded as he looked at you for the first time ever since you two had left the building the Overlord meeting had been at. He was not feeling comfortable down here at all, his body language was so different from the one you knew. But you understood - or at least you thought you did.
The door was opened by one of the workers there and you and Adam were greeted by a strange look that quickly turned into a welcoming smile, it had its pros and cons to be so well known, that you definitely had to admit. Yet you were guided to a free table for two. “This shithole looks so fucking wild,” Adam commented on the restaurants decor, it surely was something special, nothing you preferred at your own house, but you were glad Adam seemed to like the atmosphere in here better than on the streets. “I’m glad this place makes you feel welcome because trust me when I tell you that it won’t get better - at least not in the Pride Ring,” that made the brunette peak up in interest. “So there’s better shit in another fucking ring?” His question was quickly answered by a nod of yours, “Yes my dear, I shall take you to Ozzie’s one day, you surely would like its vibe. The sin of Lust, Asmodeus, and his Imp boyfriend Fizzarolli run it,” you explained in delight, the theater restaurant that was located in the Lust Ring was your favorite place in hell’s seven rings. “The sin of Lust runs a fucking theater restaurant?” the first man raised an eyebrow like it was the craziest thing he had ever heard, “That’s like saying Sera runs a motherfucking candy store.” You chuckled at his comparison, though you had to admit that it wasn’t too far off, it did sound crazy for someone who did not know Ozzie. “The sin of Lust will surprise you, my dear, despite his interest in lust and desire he always preaches the importance of consent.” Adam huffed as his eyes flew over the menu, “You better introduce me to that fucker soon.” Little did Adam know that you had already booked a table at Asmodeus’ lustful lounge for the both of you.
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Spring Fling
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The moment Branch woke up, he let out a low growl muffled by his pillow. He thrashed underneath his green-patched blanket before settling down. His tail irritatedly flickered as his feet peeked out of his blanket into the cool air.
He was too warm; his body was drenched in sweat, and the gray Troll, uncaring in his claws as he grasped the parchment, ripped the blanket out of him and onto the floor. He scowled and growled threateningly at the blanket as though it was the very thing that insulted him before he let out a defeated sigh. He got out of bed, not bothering to put on his green moss robe, and grumbled under his breath as he picked up his blanket and neatly made his bed.
What was the cause of his foul mood this early morning?
Frolicking season.
Or, as Trolls called it nowadays, the Spring Fling.
Whichever name, there was one thing Branch was sure about. He hated this time of the spring season with a passion.
It was too warm to the point where his fur was covered in sweat, and a cold shower or a dip in a freezing pond would do little to nothing to ease it. Even being in the deepest, darkest, and coldest room in the entire bunker would do nothing to alleviate the boiling heat in his veins or the discomfort of his body. His body would be restless, eager, and frustrated with the desire to breed. The reek of hormones and females in season always drove his already hyperactive senses into a frenzy (but thankfully, he never really found interest enough to force himself on someone). The amount of pent-up frustration he would constantly and fruitlessly try to get rid of, as well as the constant fights of males trying to impress the females, was irritating.
And that's not even mentioning how aggressive females become when they are not impressed with their potential suitors. Suffice to say, things get bloody if a Troll isn't careful, but that was a rare occurrence.
It's okay, Branch reasons as he starts to brew the water in his kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He would just stay in his bunker the entire week, just like he’d done in previous seasons. He can survive a week here, surviving off his rations and his sweat supply. Branch supposes that the only positive thing about the Spring Fling is that he can collect an abundance of sweat for his stash to restock and get an extra glass bottle or two.
However…
The kettle whistled loudly, which snapped Branch out of musings. He poured the water into his mug, added the crushed coffee beans, and stirred the contents on his mug. He desperately needed the caffeine, and once he took a whiff of it, he let out a content sigh and took a sip.
Where was he? Oh yeah.
Branch merely took a longer sip as he pulled out his journal. It was a little worn out, but it had all he needed to keep track of and his to-do list for the entire month.
Sure enough, he has to check his traps to see if he caught anything. He desperately needed to replenish food for the upcoming winter, so maybe, if he were lucky, he'd find an unlucky critter that stumbled upon his trap. Or another predator had been lured by the Trolls' hazardous loud parties again.
Branch almost scoffed at that, with how loud and flashy all of the villagers were at their parties. They might as well put up a flashing sign that says, “We're right here; come eat us!” It was a fucking miracle that no Bergen had stumbled upon them.
“Yet,” His brain whispered.
Branch merely took another sip of coffee, willing to push aside his discomfort for a little extra warmth. He refuses to drink cold coffee.
So yeah, apart from checking his traps and bringing back whatever critter was unfortunate enough to be snared, he also needed to forage more herbs and food for his food pantry and medical supplies. Afterward, he must check his garden for any pests and tend his plants. The rest of the day involved bunker maintenance; otherwise, he had his agenda for today.
He finishes the last of his coffee with a content sigh and puts it on the sink—he can wash that later.
With his schedule planned for today and his coffee consumed, he mentally listed what he needed today, his tail flicking back and forth.
“Ok, so I need my trap journal, my wilderness journal, some bait, a water canteen, and some snacks in case I get hungry.” Branch thought as he hummed and collected the desired items.
The gray Troll collected a few jars full of fresh berries, a few scraps of bug guts, and his homemade bait. Afterward, he filled his canteen with water (his sweat supply is safe for now) and a couple of healthy and hearty snacks to keep him satisfied for three days (one can never be too prepared in case of emergencies). His journals were easy enough, as he usually kept them in his hair.
Once the items were neatly placed on a desk, he made plans to take a cold shower. Both to ease some of the unbearable heat, even if Branch knew it was logically impossible, and to clean up whatever musk and sweat he built up. The last thing he needed was to attract predators because of his irrational body odor. So, with that in mind, he went in.
But of course, as soon as he pushed the door open, the uncomfortable heat and sensations in his body, which Branch managed to endure, only worsened.
Branch felt a whine coming out of his throat, but he managed to keep in and instead let out a low growl.
It wasn't difficult to pinpoint the source of his discomfort. It would be pointless to pretend as the scent of a female was all over his room.
A female whom Branch hated yet loved all the same.
His traitorous nostrils flared at the scent as his eyes locked on a pair of innocent-looking curtains on the wall.
Being underground, it was pointless to add any windows, but behind those curtains was where his true shame was.
A rumble came out of his throat, and carefully and subconsciously going on fours, he walked carefully towards the source of the scent as though enticing whatever was behind those curtains. His tail wagged excitedly as he gently opened the curtains.
There's nothing here but the shelves of invitations.
From bright to the brightest, from delicate to bold, each single one of them held the scent of a female.
“Poppies,” His mind unhelpfully added. “It smells of freshly picked poppies, wild strawberries, and cotton candy.”
Under normal circumstances, the sickening sweetness of these individual scents would make him gag and overwhelm his senses. But when they come from a particular Troll, he can't help but marvel over the sweet smell.
Mother Nature, he started to sound like a hormonal teenager.
He could pick up his own scent on them. His scent overpowered the sweet smell of these cards throughout the years. The card in his paw had an overwhelming sweet aroma, delighting his subconscious. The beast inside him roared in anticipation. The uncomfortable feeling underneath his being became more evident. It hurt.
It was enough to snap him out of it, and repulse washed over him in waves.
He was pathetic. He, the village outcast, the gray grump who hated loud parties, singing, and dancing, was attracted to the very Troll, who was the complete opposite of him. That Troll is a bright pink princess who is always happy and loves loud parties, singing, and dancing, which sounds like poorly written poetry if Branch is honest with himself.
Actually, that gave him another working material to work with.
With his brain putting those potential thoughts aside, he grabbed the most recent card —which was given to him no more than a week ago— he was given.
The Frolicking Spring Fling Season Festival! You are invited, Branch!
It was, thankfully, one of the more lighthearted and simple cards that was presented to him by the princess. It was a pink card with a couple of Troll cutouts holding paws with hearts all over them and their eyes. He could still have been better off without glitter blasting into his eyes when he opened the card. Again. Branch ignored the phantom pain of his eyes as he rolled them.
He never went, obviously. It was a festival dedicated to having a big orgy or a simple fling with strangers while lovers rocked the bed. Branch scrunched his nose in distaste. He never really saw the appeal; all the other Trolls had to sleep around with a couple of strangers, and the only one he wanted to be with would have no interest.
“Especially if that phony inner-peace Troll Creek is hovering all over her.” He scoffed.
And that’s not to mention he’s different from everyone. And he’s not talking about his gray state, which was appalling to the other Trolls— who would ever want to spend their time with the gray village hermit anyway? No, what was authentic seller was his awful personality and how… weird he was.
His fur was thicker, and he was undoubtedly more feral-looking, which made Trolling pups cry when they saw him. His ears were large, droopy, and unusual, and his canines were sharper, easily dagger-like weapons to cut down his prey. His claws were blunt, adapted to dig, completely contrasting to the delicate, nimble claws of the other Trolls to climb trees, and he preferred walking on four his hind legs in contrast to everyone else. But what takes the metaphorical cake is that Branch knew he was bulkier than the standard expectations of looks of male Trolls, who were more on the thinner side with a bit of a chubby stomach.
(He was sure that was because of the nauseating abundance of sugar they consumed daily, and others have the decency to call his ‘anomalous’ protein-filling meals— which are more healthy than anything in Troll Village— strange. How the Trolls manage to digest so much ungodly sugar and never get rounder, Branch will never know).
Was he self-conscious of his own looks? Yes, within good reason. It's expected when he looks so different from everyone else, and nobody finds him appealing.
So yeah, no. There is no way in the gates of helheim the Princess would be attracted to him. She wouldn’t come to him if she was on fire, and he was the only Troll with a bucket of water with him.
Delicately placing the card back, he looked down at the obvious excitement in his groin area and scowled in disgust. But beyond all that, he was ashamed. How dare he think of the perky, optimistic princess like that?
No, he was not going to go that road again right now. He had already wasted so much time doing this shameful nonsense, and he’ll be damn if he wasted any more time wallowing in self-hatred.
Branch would check his traps, bring whatever was caught to the meat storage, and write down all the data. Once he was done, then he could allow himself to spiral into his pitiful existence. He can check his garden later once he gets a grip on himself, and he could do all Bunker maintenance for the rest of the week to avoid the outside world looking at him like this.
A week avoiding her.
Easy.
But first, Branch had one thing he had to take care of...
Branch's dull blue eyes automatically looked down at his excitement, and his expression returned to that of disgust. He had already wasted too much time, and his room was getting too stuffy for his liking. So, grabbing his usual clothing—patchy brown shorts and a leaf vest—Branch stormed to the bathroom.
He was going to take a long, cold shower.
A very, very cold shower.
Branch wrote down the final piece of information in his trap journal. In the last three hours, he checked all his traps, and hardly any of them had anything. He was hardly derailed, though. The only positive outcome of the Spring Fling season is that there are no parties for an entire week. It's the only time peace and quiet overtake the village, and Branch can breathe easily, knowing they are safe.
Because there were no parties, and the Trolls were more interested in clinging to one another like starved animals, no predators would be lured in. It was a relief that no Bergens would find them this time of the season.
There was only one kill, and it was a rabbit. The meat was a bit gamey, and it was large and too heavy to carry all at once to his bunker, but it was something Branch could sink his teeth into in the winter.
Now, the question was how he was going to bring something so large and heavy to his bunker without attracting any predators.
Well, if he remembered correctly, there was an abandoned burrow nearby. He could take it there, and any large predators couldn't get past it as he took trips, and it was cool enough to prevent the meat from spoiling right away.
With a game plan in mind, Branch eagerly went to work. He grunted and strained as he dragged the rabbit.
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“You got to be fucking kidding me.”
This can not be happening right now.
Branch could only watch, stupefied at the gorgeous sight in front of him. Poppy, the village princess and perhaps the most gorgeous Troll ever, was bathing in the river, touching herself. Pink, naked flesh was being devoured by his eyes, magenta hair loose and soaked as it draped on her back. Her tail did little to nothing to hide her modesty as it curled behind her cute pink buttcheeks.
She looked and sounded absolutely gorgeous and ravishing, and he knew he was being a creep by staring at her. And the pleased noises that came out of her mouth... Hair, he was losing a grip on his senses, and that was not good!
What was she doing over here?! Shouldn’t she be at that week's festival where all the Trolls are basically jumping at each other's bones?! Why was she here and not fooling with…ugh, Creek or any of her friends?!
What made it worse was that he found her at the worst time. Branch had only made one trip to his bunker with a chunk of the rabbit. On his way back to the burrow, he somehow stumbled upon this scenery. Branch cursed himself as his body refused to move, and his eyes were glued to the very Troll he wanted to avoid this Spring Fling season. The gray Troll knew he should avert his eyes. The princess hadn't noticed that she was being watched from the shadows and bushes. He should silently go back. Pretend that nothing happened until he was done transferring all that rabbit meat into his bunker’s meat locker before he hid in shame.
But his legs refused to move, as though rooted in place. Branch remained helplessly still as a stone, holding his breath as he watched.
Her scent… Oh, her infuriating, wonderful scent. It's the smell of poppies, wild strawberries, and cotton candy, with a mix of pheromones of a female in season. It made him subconsciously roll his eyes to the back of his head, his lips licking his canines and lips.
Usually, when Spring Fling season came around, and all the other females released all these pheromones in the air, Branch would easily ignore them and carry on with his day. Albeit he would have been horny and couldn't put too much effort with a painful hard-on, but he wouldn't be interested.
But when it came to Poppy…Forest, that was a whole can of worms. His resolve would always be weak against her. How is it that with other females, he can brush’em off like nothing, yet when it comes to Poppy, he wants to have sex with her?
“Maybe because she isn't like the others,” His mind unhelpfully supplied. “She always tries to invite you to her parties. She gives you kindness you don't deserve, and you allow yourself to fall to her charms when you secretly take all her invitations and hide them in your bedroom.”
Branch could only grit his teeth. How could he allow himself to fall for her charms? Was he really that weak? The gray, pessimistic Troll, and the pink, optimistic Troll. It sounded like a poorly made fairy tale. Like sugary sweet ice cream mixed with bitter and awful-tasting mushrooms.
His muscles tensed as his nostrils took in her scent, and his shorts became tighter as his sex came out of its sheath. Branch silently cursed his weak resolve as he felt the familiar discomfort and heat in his abdomen.
His mind was becoming more fuzzy, and his thinking began to hurt. His instincts screamed at him to strut in there and show some confidence. Show her that he was a strong, fertile (despite how improbable that was) male. Someone capable of cooling her heat with the splash of his glittery seed.
He shouldn't. He couldn't. Yet he wanted to.
Another moan reached his ears, and they twitched in anticipation. They angled themselves in her direction to hear more of those delicious moans.
A gasp this time.
Branch desperately clung to what was left of his common sense and sanity as he tried to slide back from the bushes silently.
SNAP!
Then, to his utter horror and dismay, he stepped on a small branch, and it let out a loud snap that the princess heard, and she stopped whatever she was doing and was alert to her surroundings. Branch gulped when he saw her frantically looking around her surroundings for him. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Branch knew he was fucked if he were caught staring at Poppy.
“Would it really be a bad thing?” His traitorous mind unhelpfully supplied, to which Branch cursed under his breath. Now was not the time for thinking like this! Or ever!
Before the pink princess could catch him, Branch quickly hid himself in the bush, praying he wasn't found.
He waited for a bit and held his breath. His ears perked up as he heard water sloshing around before there was a loud splash. He realized she was getting out of the water. His ears perked again when he heard wet footsteps.
“Hello?” Poppy's soft yet hoarse voice made Branch's heart and stomach do flips, both good and bad. His traitorous problem downstairs twitched in anticipation and throbbed painfully. “Is anyone there?”
Her tone had an edge, Branch noted. He stayed painfully still and held his breath.
“Fuck, I'm screwed.” Branch gulped. “If she finds me staring at her like a creep, she's going to tell everyone, and King Peppy is going to kill me if Poppy or the village doesn't kill me first!”
After a moment of silence, there was a hum and footsteps moving further away. It allowed Branch to ease a little and breathe.
Unable to help himself, he peeked out and was left with a mouthwatering sight. Princess Poppy was perched on a rock, showing her full naked glory.
Perky breasts, vibrant pink fur, and magenta hair…every bit of flesh glistened in the sun while wet and lightly swaying at the soft breeze along with the flickering of the damp tuft of her tail. Some droplets of water dripped, and Branch wanted to lick them off her fur as though dehydrated, and the only way to quench his thirst was by drinking from sweat from his sweat stash. Beautiful yet sharp fuchsia eyes staring supposedly into nothing, unbothered by the coolness she surely felt after submerging from the water.
“What a sight.” His brain traitorously thought as his erection let out a pulsed painfully, and he drooled. He barely managed to suppress a whine from coming out of his throat as he shifted his patchy shorts to try and get more comfortable.
It was a mental image that Branch would both gladly and shamefully keep to his grave.
“I need to get out of here.” Branch thought desperately, wiping the drool from his lips, and his expression panicked.
He knew his brain was already losing logic, and the pheromones Poppy was subconsciously flaunting all over were not helping him at all!
He hid in the bushes, trying to slow his already rapidly beating heart and calm the fuck down! He needed to get out of here! Back to his bunker, away from these pheromones! Away from Poppy before he did something, He would–!
Then, there was a loud moan in the air that made his trail of thoughts die. His mind blanked again, and by the time he finally caught to his brain, he was once again peeking out of the bushes, creepily staring at the beautiful specimen in front of him.
She had her head leaning back, gasping and moaning desperately and delicately. His eyes couldn't stop looking at her fingers pushing between her slit, which itself was beautiful. He envied her wetness soaking her finger, wishing it was his own fingers doing. His mouth was dry. He licked his lip as her wetness soaked her fingers and thighs.
He wanted to taste her.
“I really am a creep.” Branch grimaced as more moans and gasps came out of that cute mouth with the cute overbite that he wanted to shove his own tongue in and leave her breathless with his kisses.
His large, calloused paw went underneath his shorts, and he stroked himself in an attempt to relieve himself.
Scratch that. He was a creep and a pervert. Why didn't he leave yet? He had more productive things to do than to ogle this gorgeous, beautiful Troll who was ravishing, and he wanted to pin her as he—
He stopped that train of thought with a rapid shake of his head, accidentally rustling some leaves. He freezes; this time, he can't hide in time because Poppy seems more aware and immediately snaps her head in his direction. Their eyes locked, and all Branch could do was sweat, horrified.
“Oh, I am so fucking dead!”
But to his immense surprise, Poppy perks up. Her tail wagged happily, and there were no signs of her being aggravated. Why was she happy to see him? Shouldn’t she hate him for watching her like a total creep?
“Branch!”
Of course, before Branch could process further, he was suddenly embraced, and Branch was painfully reminded that the very Troll embracing him was stark naked. His shame was blatantly peeking through his shorts and was only hidden because of the bushes. He went still as a statue and held his breath.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” She purred, which made him jolt and reel. Her hold on him tightened in response.
“What are you doing here?!” He finally found his voice, though he held back a wince over how rough and weak it sounded. He cleared his throat and forced his voice to sound firm and scolding.“You’re stinking up the place with your pheromones! You’re going to attract predators and get yourself eaten!”
Poppy only scoffed. And she pulled away far enough to look at him with that infuriating smile, her arms never leaving him as her tail flickered behind her. Branch cursed his weak resolve as it cracked. His traitorous nostrils took in her mouth-watering scent, fused with her pheromones, and it took all his will for his eyes not to roll at the back of his head.
He was barely hanging by a thread not to jump her!
“I didn’t see you at the festival,” She chirped. “So I came looking for you!”
“And yet I find you bathing in that river.” He covered his blushing face with his large paw, mortified at his admittance. “I can’t believe I even have to say that.”
Poppy didn’t seem bothered that he admitted to practically staring at her like a total creep. Instead, she delicately removed his paw from his face, and he looked at her questionably, his blush remaining. The Princess pouted at him with a faux innocence. Heat pooled at his stomach, and his eyes stared helplessly at her cute little mouth while his brain created inappropriate thoughts.
“Well, I was feeling rather sweaty and hot,” She purred. Branch watched as her gorgeous fascia eyes went down to his covered lower half. He swallowed thickly. “So I thought a dip would help. But now that you’re here…” Her eyes shot him a look, the heavy implication not lost on him.
Branch was certain he felt his tongue twist inside his mouth. He barely managed to put off a convincing scoff while trying to pull away from her hold, which unfortunately got tighter every time he did so. “I’m not going to some festival.” Years of glaring at other Trolls certainly perfected his ability to pull a decepted glare, “Now let go of me!”
She did not. “It’s not just any type of festival!”
“No, it's a festival where everyone hooks up.” Branch bluntly stated as he rolled his eyes and screamed internally. He needed to get out of here! “I’m not interested.” His voice cracked a bit. It was hardly noticeable, but since the universe hates him, Poppy perked up.
Forest, why does she have to look enticing?
“Oh really?” She practically purred and leaned on him, and he leaned back to get as far as he could, which did not help his crumbling self-control! Mother Nature, where in the Ancestors did this seductress come from?! His painful erection throbbed as if reminding him that it was still there, “So, you really aren’t interested in having sex?”
Who would have thought the Princess could be crudely bold?
That wasn’t the point! Why was she hanging on him?! There was no fucking way she wanted to have sex with him! Surely, his muddled brain must have been drowned by her pheromones and scent to the point it wasn’t making proper connections!
“I am not going to hook up with a random Troll.” He bluntly stated, crossing his arms to appear disinterested and irritated.
“Not even with me?” She all but purred.
Branch’s brain short-circuited. Because there is no way she said–!
“What.” So much for a clever comeback.
He was jolted out of his blank state when he suddenly felt warm, soft paws wrapped around his shaft.
Paws that were definitely not his!!!!!
“Well, even if you don't want to, your little friend says otherwise.��� She all but purred, pumping him. Looking down with wide, panicking eyes, he finally realized that he was out of the bushes, his back was leaning behind a tree trunk, and his shorts were missing, his throbbing erection out in the open.
Where were his shorts?!
How did she take them off without him noticing?! And when the hell did he get out of the safety of the bushes?!
“So hard and big.” Poppy purred as she gave him a sultry smirk, and Branch flushed a lavender color in his cheeks as he felt himself instinctively preen at the praises. What made it worse was that she went on her knees and blatantly leaned her cheek on the shaft of his painfully throbbing erection! Her left paw grasped the shaft while the other firmly grasped his hip.
Admittedly, he only knew about Troll anatomy through books since he stopped attending school when he was still a trolling. And… as he grew older and his body went through the changes of adulthood, he realized that he was… different.
An engorged head, with ribbed textures abounding as it leads into a girthy shaft, a complete contrast to a regular male with an appeared and circumcised head, leading down to a smaller ribbed shaft.
Yet the princess was unfazed by his strange organ. For whatever unholy reason, she was enraptured with it as she sucking and licking on the tip as though it was a lollipop!
“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He shrieked, his body jerking away, but didn’t go far as the princess had a strong grip on him and refused to let him go. His wide eyes could only helplessly watch, his mind shut down, and strength and will were weakened by her bold move.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she looked at him with those fuchsia eyes, full of lust and seduction. His throat goes dry when she purposely opens her mouth to have him see her tongue do things he would never have expected her to do.
He let out a shuddering breath and gasped. His hips bucked, and he cursed to himself when Poppy’s eyes lit up. Great! He apparently encouraged her to continue! She shouldn't be doing this! She wouldn't! This stupid, stupid season was muddling her common sense and making her do irrational things, and her pheromones were not helping his already declining brain!
“W-we should stop…” He breathed, using all of his will to stop himself from bucking his hips again. “Stop.” He said gruffly, trying to stifle a moan.
She didn't. Instead, she did something that Branch was unprepared for.
She took him in the mouth, her free paw putting her stray hair behind her ear.
Branch was certain his brain exploded as shockwaves struck him like a hammer. His breath hitched at the unexpected yet terribly wonderful sensations. His hind legs nearly buckled as his traitorous tail flickered excitedly. The veins on his cock were an angry dull purple as she gave him a squeeze.
She gagged when she tried to take in more than she could.
“H-hey!” He stuttered, his back leaning behind the tree trunk. His brain hardly processed that he missed that. “Y-you shouldn’t force yourself.”
Why did he say that?! If anything, it only seemed to encourage her, which was the complete opposite of what he wanted her to do!
Her tongue swirled on the tip, and her hand squeezed his balls. Branch saw stars. He tried not to give in, but his traitorous hips bucked, and his hand placed itself on top of the pink Troll’s head to encourage her. Poppy choked, which was enough of a shock for Branch to return to reality.
Just in time, too, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last.
He pulled out of her warm mouth with all his will, pushing her face off him with his paw, not caring if he was squeezing her cheek. She let out a whine of protest, and Branch felt his erection out in the cool air scream in protest.
“Stop.” He said gruffly, his tail flickering behind him.
“Why?” She whined, pouting cutely at him. “Don’t you…want me?”
Branch let out a strangled noise. Why did she have to say it like that while looking at him like that?!
“Y-you’re not thinking rationally!” His voice cracked.
“Of course I am!” To Branch’s surprise, Poppy backed away from his paw and looked at him. She had dropped the sultry kitty act and looked offended despite the blush on her cheeks. He swallowed when he counted all of her freckles again. “Why do you think I’m not?!”
“Uh…?” The gray Troll looked at her as though it was apparent.
When she simply narrowed her eyes in confusion, he gestured to himself. Poppy only looked more confused and frustrated.
He sighed, his eyes wandering around to look for his shorts. His erection began to shrink and hide back its sheath, thankfully, but he wanted to hide whatever was left of his shredded dignity. In the end, Branch gave up looking for them and instead looked at Poppy, who mournfully stared at his sheath.
Branch cleared his throat to get her attention.
“Floppy ears, gigantic nose, bulky body, fangs, covered in ugly scars.” He gestured to every part of his body. He then scoffed bitterly, crossed his arms, and looked to the side so as not to look at Poppy. “Not to mention I’m as gray as bolder and weird.”
The pink Troll was uncharacteristically silent, and for a moment, Branch thought that she had finally processed this and was disgusted—no doubt she was trying to find the gentle words so that she could leave without looking mean.
“Is that what you really think of yourself?” Her voice was soft and quiet. But what caught Branch’s attention was how it trembled, as though she was about to cry.
Looking back at her, she did look as though she was about to cry.
Branch was taken aback. “I thought that was obvious. I’m different from everyone else.” He choked on the word ‘different’. “Trollings even called me a monster!” His tone voiced his own disgust at himself as he shook his head to shake off his disbelief. Surely, the princess wasn’t blind.
The princess would open her mouth and then close it. Apparently, she couldn’t find the words, and frankly, Branch didn’t want to hear whatever false encouragement she had to say. He had to look for his shorts and head straight to his bunker. Once he recovers from this encounter, he’ll collect the rest of the rabbit meat later.
And then he’ll hide in his bunker for the next nine years.
He looked through the bushes he had hidden behind earlier, and sure enough, he found the familiar brown, patchy shorts.
However, before he could pick them up and put them on, a familiar pair of hands went under his vest and wrapped around him. Branch tensed at the skin-to-skin contact, and his nostrils picked up the sugary, sweet smells of poppies, wild strawberries, and cotton candy.
He cursed under his breath over how nice it felt.
“W-what are you doing?” He spluttered. He turned to glance at the Troll behind him, and Branch was surprised to see sorrow on her face.
Surprise that quickly turned to guilt. He didn’t mean to make her sad! What did he do wrong? All he did was tell the truth.
“You’re not a monster,” Poppy said, her voice and eyes fierce with certainty despite the glumness on her face.
Branch snorted in disbelief, getting her off him to face her. He crossed his arms and eyed as he snarked, “If I’m not a monster, then I might as well be the most handsome Troll alive.”
The truth hurts, after all.
“You are handsome, Branch!” Poppy cried out, looking even more upset, grasping her paws on his fur. Branch tensed at how close she had gotten. “Why do you think you’re not?!”
And once again, his nostrils flared. Branch swore in his head as his body reacted again to the pheromones in the air. He should have gotten out of here quickly. It was apparent to him that Poppy wasn’t thinking as clearly, and her head was full of hormones. Once the entirety of the Spring Fling was over, she would want nothing to do with Branch. She’ll realize how much of a mistake she was making.
“Yeah, right.” Branch gently pushed her off him. He brushed aside his guilt. “The fact that you, the princess of Trollkind, wants to mate with the village outcast?” He emphasizes his words so that his message becomes clear.
He made to put on his shorts, but Poppy placed her smaller hand on his larger one. He stopped and tensed as he looked at her.
“I don’t care about any of that Branch!” She said desperately. “Nor does it matter! Why do you think I don’t want to be with you?!”
Branch swallowed as his body was once again acting up. The tip of his cock was coming out of its sheath. Thankfully, for Branch’s sanity, Poppy didn’t go ahead to grasp it. She flicked her eyes at it longly but quickly turned to look at him.
“I’m a hermit with no friends. I hate parties, glitter, singing, and dancing.” Branch said with the dullest voice, feeling his resolve crumble. “I have these ugly scars and my gray fur…” He looked at his arm disdainfully at his lack of colors, “Need I say more?”
Branch had already said all his points. This would have been a deal-breaker for a sane Troll. If Poppy finally realized this, she would return to the village and leave him alone. But that stubborn resolve remained in her eyes, and Branch had to hold back a moan as a shot of heat went through his abdomen, and his erection came out of hiding.
Stupid Frolicking season! His body was working against him!
“So what?”
Branch was caught off guard. “Huh?”
Poppy gave him a sad smile. Her hands delicately grasped the ends of his vest, and his shoulders hunched. He should stop this. Branch knew that, logically, he should pull up his shorts and storm away before he did anything stupid while the Princess was not in the right state of mind!
But his body refused to respond as Poppy gently removed the only piece of clothing in his body. It bamboozled him how his body eagerly complied as the shorts fell from his weak grasp.
Branch felt the familiar discomfort of his insecurities as his scars were now open. Jagged scars covered his body from his battles with Cuddle Pups and Growl Beasts to talon marks from birds who managed to get a grip on him before he fought them back. From bite marks from a large, territorial, carnivore bat he fought off in a cave… to even simple accidents like a paper cut, his body was covered in them.
His skin ached at being so exposed outside the safety of his bunker and in front of an audience. Branch automatically scratched the three jagged claw marks on his shoulder in a fertile attempt to ease the uncomfortable ache. He was snapped out of his daze when he felt Poppy place her hand on his, gently removing it as she placed her hand.
“You're beautiful.” The princess declared, her eyes and tone soft and gentle while packed with certainty.
Branch swallowed, feeling his throat tighten on her words. His resolve crumbled like sand before his eyes, and his body refused to function.
“You are covered in scars,” Poppy said softly, her finger trailing through a jagged scar on his bicep, causing Branch to tense. He must’ve made a face because Poppy was quick to assure. “But there is nothing wrong with that!” Poppy gave him a sad smile, “It just pains me to know that you get injured, and you never ask for help.”
I'm fine, Branch wanted to voice, but the words were stuck on his tongue as he stared at Poppy with wide eyes.
Then, she kissed his scars.
Branch jumped, not having been expecting such action from Poppy.
“W-what—!” His tongue was tied, unable to come up with clever words.
“You say you are ugly,” She continued, her finger delicately tracing the scar. “Putting yourself down as though I was in a high pillar you cannot reach…”
Another scar was kissed and delicately traced, and Branch couldn’t help but shiver as his fur bristled.
“But, I think otherwise.”
His mouth went dry, and his traitorous arms went to her hips, eager to bring her closer. Branch could see Poppy's smile encourage him as she came to his embrace. Branch’s ears twitched when he heard her sniffing his body odor, and he couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. His muscles relaxed a fraction when she let out a content sigh.
Ancestors…he was out of his bunker. Naked. With Poppy. Who was also naked. With the risk of being discovered by predators or anyone in the village.
Yet, all Branch’s brain could process was that he wanted to get closer to this beautiful female and let her charms win him over. This gorgeous woman he was in love with was causing whatever was left of his crumbled resolve to dissolve.
The next thing Branch knew, he sat in the most comfortable spot under the shade, his back resting behind the giant tree bark. The pink Princess was constantly sitting on his lap and his arms, despite how much his brain was shouting at his body to push away Poppy and get out of there.
Yet, here he was, soaking up the princess’ affection as she kissed his body's many scars.
“Out here, we are just Poppy and Branch.” She murmured, rising to plant a delicate kiss on his ear where a small scar resided. Branch let out a shuddering breath as he looked at her with retrained want, his throat feeling dry. She settled down again, and he choked a gasp when she sat down on his erection again. “There is no one around. Our status quo, the expectations of others, our colors don't exist nor matter here.” She grinded herself on his erection. Branch let out a pathetic whine and could practically feel how soaked she was as his brain short-circuited. “To me, you are Branch. And all I want is you.”
Shamefully, it took Branch a few seconds to process Poppy's words with his half-dead brain. Once they clicked through, he swallowed.
“Are…” He struggled to find the words. “...are you sure…?”
“Please?” She gave him pleading eyes, and Branch could see the desperation and lust behind those usually perky, innocent eyes. Even if she wanted to jump him, she wanted his consent.
The gray Troll swallowed as he allowed what was left of his resolve to crumble.
“I have… four conditions,” he finally said, quietly but willingly. His lips twitched when her eyes lit up with delight, and the tuff of his tail cautiously waged while her entire tail flickered excitingly.
If the princess was willing to mate with him, and if this Spring Fling was the only time of the week in the entire year –or for the rest of his life, for that matter– he would allow himself to give in to his deepest, darkest desires, then why was he trying so hard to avoid it?
“Maybe because the princess doesn't love you.” His brain nastily supplied.“She pities you; she will want nothing to do with you after today. Why would someone as happy and beautiful as Poppy want anything to do with you? An unhappy, ugly, gray Troll?”
For a moment, Branch faltered, but he pushed those pessimistic thoughts aside when the pink princess lit up and nodded. He let out a low groan as he leaned his head back when Poppy eagerly sat down on his naked erection.
He barely stifled a groan.
“Okay! What are they?”
What are they, indeed?
“First,” he spoke, tone hoarse as he tried to keep himself in check while trying to ignore the heavenly feeling of his hypersensitive cock being pressed by this wonderful Troll sitting on his lap. He cleared his throat, “F-first of all, what ha-happens here is o-only between… us.” He shuddered pleasantly. “No tattle telling to the others. Including your friends and father.”
The last thing he wanted was for her friends to actively seek him out and cause him grief for having sex with the princess, or even accuse him of rape despite Poppy stating otherwise. Or Ancestors forbid King Peppy’s wrath for sleeping with his daughter.
“Your friends,” she automatically replied before nodding with a grin. “But that's okay; I won’t tell anyone.” She grinded harder, and both of them let out groans of pleasure. Branch gripped his paws to prevent himself from touching the vibrant pink fur. His claws were purposely digging into his own skin; any more pressure and he would draw blood.
“S-secondly,” He panted heavily, closing an eye while the other looked down at the delicious sight of Poppy's naked entrance dripping and drenching his aching cock and knot. He was already drowning in pheromones, and the instincts to breed and satisfy this wonderful female were getting more difficult to ignore. He was drooling, and had he been more focused, he would have been mortified. But he was hardly in the right state of mind to care.
“So… wet… “
Branch forced himself to look her in the eye.
“...a-afterwards…” A rumble came out of his throat. His paw traitorously placed itself and gripped almost painfully on Poppy's hips to keep her steady. She let out an approving purr as she continued to grind herself on him, this not helping his already muddled mind. “...t-this ne…” He bucks his hips and grinds himself on her entrance, which makes her cry out. “...never…h-ha..happened!” He gasped.
“L-like what?” Poppy let out a stuttering laugh, “Like…a…” She grunts, “...fairy tale?”
Branch took a moment to process this. “Y-yes.” He grunts, “Like a fairy tale.” He says breathless.
Suddenly, he throws Poppy to the grass, her stomach making painful contact with the ground. She lets out a pained grunt as he mounts her, his cock brushing lightly at her wet folds. Both moan at the contact.
As tempted as Branch was to breed Poppy in this position, he had to consider that she had never done this. He turned her around so that she could rest her back on the grass. He pressed his weight on her, careful not to crush her, and their tails intertwined tightly. Poppy eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his hips.
“A fairy tale.” She agreed with a gasp. Her entire skin was flushed underneath all that thin fur, and Branch licked her lips, making her groan and strain her body to get as close as she could to him. “A fairy tale where the princess rewards the handsome and brave hero.” She purred, staring at him intently, quickly finding his cock and grinding her wet folds to his erection eagerly, and using her arms to pull him closer. Her tail tightened her hold on his as she kissed his face frequently.
Branch’s breath hitched. Mustering the little willpower he had, he stopped her ambitions by gripping her in place, making her whine in protest. He almost broke again, but he needed to say this.
“Thirdly,” He breathed out, gaining her attention. “I want to make sure we have no regrets.”
“Huh?”
Poppy stopped her efforts and tilted her head at him. Branch looked her in the eye. “I want to make sure that neither of us regrets this, that we aren’t just doing this because hormones influenced us,” he said firmly, his grip on Poppy tightening.
As much as he wanted her, he would rather die than breed this wonderful Troll beneath him if she was only influenced by pheromones and have regrets once this was all over.
Poppy stared intently at Branch for a moment before giggling. Branch looked at her oddly and his breath hitched again when she craned her neck to plant soft kisses on his neck.
“You’re silly, Branch.” She giggled, her overbite peeking out.
“Huh?”
Poppy simply battered her eyelashes at him, which made his stomach roll, “If I didn’t really want this, did you really think I would be here…” She grinded her hips, coating him with her wetness and making him hiss. “...with my legs spread open for you?” She lifted her paw and slowly drew a line on his chest, the vibrant pink fur completely contrasting with the dull gray fur. The gray Troll tensed at her touch as she gave him a smoldering look. “If I didn’t want you in any shape or form, I would have chased you off as soon as I caught you staring. Maybe even left a mark.” She licked his sweat-drenched fur and nuzzled on his chest.
While flustered, Branch closed his eyes as it dawned on him. Of course, how could he have forgotten?
It slipped his mind, and he almost laughed in disbelief. But he instead flushes out of embarrassment because he forgot. The Spring Fling amplifies their already insatiable libido. He knew that much. But, it seemed that no matter how much they're influenced by pheromones (or, as others put it simply: how horny they are), they won’t act if they aren’t interested. He should have realized this, as he did just that with the other females in season. And if a female were aggravated enough, there would be a carnage.
Poppy is very much interested in him…and not someone like… Creek… On top of that, she never went out of her way to satisfy her needs with another Troll—just him.
The gray Troll licked his lips as his mind processed this. He truly wants to believe that the pink Troll beneath him wants him as she wants him. But…a wiring in his brain isn’t connecting it. There is this little bit of doubt that is maliciously attacking him.
Branch decided then and there to silence his mind and worry about that later. His mind was clouded with want and lust; it hurt to think rationally. Right now, this fertile, beautiful Troll has been waiting long enough, and as a male, it is his duty to knot and satisfy this princess. Sate the inferno inside her. So, metaphorically defenestrating all those anxieties and doubts, he dove in. Branch licked her ear, and it twitched as he felt her shudder when he straddled her. He pressed the tip of his cock to the slit of her dripping entrance, and Poppy bit her lip.
“Y-you never said what was the last c-condition.” She shuddered, staring at him with half-lidded eyes as she panted.
She never looked so deliciously eager.
Branch let out a feral growl, his saliva dripping onto her pink fur. She gasped, and her nimble claws clawed his back, accidentally drawing a little bit of blood. The Troll hissed at the unexpected pain, but all it did was fan the already raging inferno in his gut. His eyes darkened, and he grinned hungrily at her, which made Poppy whine and shiver.
“I never did, did I?” His voice was gruff and rough, and he felt proud of himself when he felt the females below his shudder with anticipation and delight. “The answer is obvious,” his fangs nip her neck. It wasn't enough to puncture the skin, but it made Poppy cry out.
“No bite marks.” It was such a simple rule, but Branch knew Poppy understood. Only bonded mates would leave a mark on their significant other. He would allow kisses, licks, and small nips, but biting was a line that would not be crossed.
She deserved better than a hermit grump.
And with that, he pushed in. He let out a yowl of triumph while Poppy let out a cry at the unexpected penetration. He pushed in until he was a third in, his knot not close enough to her slit. It throbbed painfully as a reminder.
Branch could only speculate on how she felt when the top of his cock touched her barriers. When he attempts to push, there is a slight wince on her part, and a part of him is worried that he may be too big for Poppy to take. He was ginormous compared to the expected size of a regular Troll, and he was afraid he would split her open. But fuck no, she was soaked and slippery that he slipped in like knife and butter.
He waited for a moment, already drenched in sweat from the boiling heat inside his veins, hesitant. But Poppy’s locked legs pushed him in. She had a desperate look on her face as she clawed his back, making him hiss in both pain and pleasure. He bucked her hips in desperation. It took all his will not to push all the way. This girl was going to kill him! Did she not realize how much effort it took him not to push?!
Branch licks his lips; he supposes this would be a delightful way to meet his end.
Her paws grabbed his cheeks, careful not to scratch him with her claws, and dragged him in for a sloppy, wet kiss, her tongue tasting all of him.
Branch felt himself fall in temptation as he kissed her back just as wildly, his tongue fighting for dominance. When they pulled back to breathe, a trail of saliva followed them.
The princess bucked her hips again, pushing a little further. There was resistance. No doubt he reached her hymen. From what he remembered, the books mentioned that It would be painful for the female on her first time.
He hesitated.
“Branch, please-!”
His resolve crumbled. Who was he to deny her wishes?
With a new resolve, he allowed whatever nervousness and anxiety were left in his system to disappear. He pushed and properly plucked her flower.
“S-sugar!”
Poppy let out a shout as her arms and legs tightened their hold on him, and she bucked her hips again. It encouraged Branch to push even further, holding his breath while Poppy let out an escalated gasp until his knot firmly kissed the lips of her clitoris. Her walls were deliciously clamping at him with no intent of letting him leave. Not that he wanted to go anywhere.
Because after such a long, anticipating, tedious wait, they were one.
Branch’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Ancestors above, she felt divine. She was so wet, so soft, and so deliciously tight! Only in his wildest dreams would he see himself doing this to her. But his dreams paled in comparison to this heavenly sensation. Her insides clamped around his shaft, squeezed the life out of him, and drenched him with her juices. Fuck, she was going to kill him!
“A-are you okay?” The gray Troll was breathless, but he had to ask, no matter how much his will dissipated.
For a moment, Poppy didn’t answer. She was panting hard, trying to regain her breath as her chest rose and fell. She didn’t seem to be in any pain, but Branch remained vigilant.
Finally, she let out a breathless chuckle, her head falling on the grass. Branch’s paw reached down and placed it on her cheek so she could look at him.
“It feels good…” Poppy said, breathless, as she looked at him with adoration and leaned onto his paw. “...to finally have you inside me…”
He felt a jolt of pleasure shock his spine.
It finally sunk in that he was inside Poppy, and no words existed that could explain how he felt. Her hair was messy, she was drenched in sweat, and her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily. But his attention was focused more on their connected hips. Her insides filled to the brim with him.
His intentional plans to go gentle were defenestrated.
“Fuck!” Branch cried out as he gritted his teeth, hissing as he closed his eyes tight. “You… are… so damn…” He pulled out, the tip almost leaving her, which caused her to whine in protest. But she let out a shout when he slammed back in. She lifted her head desperately. “TIGHT!”
“Br-Branch!” Poppy was drooling, and she was hardly in the state of mind to notice or care. “Ha-hair, yes!” She clawed him, mind muddled with the fog of lust.
Branch growled. The instinct to wildly fuck her until she was dead brain was overriding the logic in his brain. He pulled out of her without giving her a warning. Before she could let out protests and pleas, he flipped her over to her stomach. His state of mind hardly cared how rough he was being. Seeing how Poppy eagerly got on all fours, she hardly cared and seemed to enjoy his little rough play.
The gray Troll mounted her, wrapping his strong arms around her in a protective hold before eagerly entering her again, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix.
“BRANCH!” She cried in delight as her hold on him tightened again.
He let out a shout of his own.
Ancestors above, how was she so tight?!
He vigorously thrust in her, his balls slapping her clitoris. The sound of their skin slapping, growls, pants, and escalated shouts were heard all over. Had Branch’s brain not been fogged up with lust, he would have been worried about how rough he was going and how he would have hurt her. However, Poppy's desperate wiggling and her walls clenching him as she tried to buck her hips to match his, as though her life depended on it, said otherwise. She was obviously desperate for it as much as he was.
The pink Troll craned her neck up and whined desperately. Branch took this as an invitation and eagerly mashed his lips with hers. They shared sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as Branch brutally pounded her.
“F-faster… oh hair… Branch!”
The gray Troll let out a snarl, and before he knew it, he flipped the pink Troll again so that now lying on her back, she was facing him.
He planted hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, and Poppy wrapped his legs and arms around his body deliciously. Branch felt an incredible sensation as Poppy desperately grasped and memorized every inch of his body. Poppy grabbed his face with her paws and immediately pulled in for a sloppy kiss. Branch played with her tongue eagerly before sucking on it, making Poppy give out a muffled cry as he pounded into her.
“Br-Branch! I…I–!”
Branch knew what was coming. Despite never being in a position like this before, he knew by the way she tightened around his shaft, the way she tensed. It seemingly caused the fire in his stomach to become an inferno. She let out a hoarse, loud scream when she finally reached her peak.
The gray Troll tensed as the Troll below him thoroughly soaked him, and he, too, felt himself reaching his peak.
“F-fuck!”
Flipping her again, making sure not to remove himself from her heat, he continued his pounding, only caring about finishing the act of their Spring Fling.
“B-Branch!” Poppy cried out, pushing her perky pink butt towards him, desperate for his seed.
His fangs itching to mark the beautiful female below him, Branch barely managed to prevent from doing so, and instead, he licked the back of her neck, which made Poppy reel and cry out at the sensation and claw his back.
Suddenly, he tensed, and without thinking about it or even giving a warning, he pushed, and his knot went inside with a loud, wet pop, causing Poppy to let out a loud cry while Branch released a deafening roar. The dominant male released his seed deep inside of her and pumped it as much as he could with his knot inside, humping her.
Poppy, however, let out a relieved sigh through her pants while regaining her breath. Branch could only picture how the inferno inside her core was being cooled by his warm seed. He felt his member swell inside her as he pumped all of his glittery semen inside her. His balls eagerly and desperately rubbed against her slit as he emptied himself inside her.
The pink Troll smiled, sending a jolt down his groin area. She shakily raised her paws to clasp his cheeks. Already knowing what she wanted, and he was just as eager, they shared a kiss —much more delicate than the ones they shared through their coupling.
Under normal circumstances, a female Troll who had not drunk moon tea beforehand would undoubtedly become pregnant and start the stages of developing an egg.
For a Troll like Poppy, who had just turned eighteen, held a title of royalty, and was out of wedlock, having an egg right now would be frowned upon and would leave a bad mark. Something that Branch would avoid under normal circumstances; however, he wasn’t normal by any means. There will be no consequence for their unprotected coupling.
Everyone knows that gray Trolls are infertile.
“Mmm…” Poppy was satisfied and dreamy, grinding her hips up toward his balls, which caused him to release a strangled groan and hump on instinct. “Your knot feels nice.” She purred constantly. Her voice was hoarse from the earlier shouting and screaming. It brought shivers down his spine.
“Mmm…” Branch said nothing and instead licked and gave small kisses on her sweaty skin. It was an incredible sensation he wanted to treasure in his miserable life.
They remained like that, enjoying each other's company and warmth for quite a while (half an hour at most) before Branch's knot finally softened and slipped out of Poppy before returning to its sheath. The pink Troll slackened, and quite a bit of liquid came out of her and made a mess in the grass and her butt. It made Branch preen with pride.
Poppy closed her eyes and smiled dreamily as she went into a blissful state. This was perhaps the only time Branch had ever seen her so silent and still. If it weren't for her occasional giggles and satisfied hums that escaped her mouth occasionally, he would have guessed she had fallen asleep.
Her hair was a mess and sweaty like the rest of her fur. Her cute overbite bit her lip at occasional moments when Poppy closed her mouth before she let out cute giggles. The gray Troll swears he will never see something so beautiful as this.
He wanted to kiss her.
He resisted, though.
After separating his tail from Poppy —which took considerable effort as neither wanted to leave the other’s warmth— and ignoring Poppy’s whine, Branch shakily sat down, resting on the tree back and thoroughly enjoying the giant tree provided and the slight breeze. His entire body and hair were drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids. Despite it all, Branch felt all the tension in his body relax, and his libido temporarily satiated. He purred contentedly as his tail swayed gently in the breeze.
As he enjoyed the afterglow, Poppy opened her eyes and looked at Branch with a loving smile.
“You were amazing.”
Branch grunted.
“You felt amazing.” She said dreamily, her paw cupping the entrance of her clitoris. The gray Troll swallowed when he saw her fingers touching her wet folds, their wet, glistening mess leaking out. The phantom jolts of pleasure rang inside his sheath. "Your knot was perfect.”
How did his cheeks feel warm the more she praised him? He was probably an ugly purple. He looked on his side to the river to not look at the princess and try not to think about the bubbling heat growing again in his belly.
“Yeah… you felt good.” He muttered. Branch closed his eyes, enjoying the breeze cool his sweaty fur as he took a moment to soak in the after-glow.
And then familiar fingers touched his sheath.
He jumped and let out a yelp. Looking down at his sheath, he saw the vixen that seduced him earlier licking him as she looked at him eagerly, her tail teasingly wagging behind her.
“Again?” He groaned tiredly as the tip of his cock peeked out of its sheath. This girl was insatiable.
She simply gave him an alluring smirk, which was not helping his libido at all! His cock sprung out in the open air again, drenched from their coupling and vein visible as it throbbed eagerly. Branch let out a choked gasp when Poppy squeezed him with her paws.
“So large, so perfect.” She purred, which brought a jolt down the gray Troll’s spine as she leaned her head on it and gave him a sultry smirk, eyelashes batting. “A perfect male specimen to please me.”
He cursed to himself when her praises took effect on him. Branch felt the delight and pride bloom in his chest, and his body shuddered. Poppy gave him a couple of pumps and squeezes while giving him an all-knowing, alluring grin. The male Troll felt a whine building inside his throat, and he barely managed to prevent it from escaping. Likewise, he tried to keep his moans and groans silent. And then his eyes rolled at the back of his head when his not-so-secret crush took him in her cute little mouth.
Branch gasped and looked at her with wide eyes. Any wider, and they would have popped out of his skull.
“W-what are you doing?!” He wasn't sure why he was asking something he already knew. He was caught off guard, and she was willing to go down on him again.
Poppy didn't respond but hummed and placed her bags behind her ear. The slight vibrations she created brought wonderful sensations to his sensitive flesh. Branch let out a strangled moan and threw his head back.
The pink Troll lightly scraped her teeth on his shaft and then swirled her tongue on the tip and gave it a little suck. It drove the shuddering male below her mad.
“FUCK!” Branch yelled, and he spilled his mess inside Poppy's mouth.
The female Troll let out a shocked, muffled gasp and swallowed out of instinct. She gagged and pulled back in repulse, causing the rest to spill on her chest and the grass.
“Ugh! Yuck!” She spat out the lingering mess, nose scrunching in disgust as she tried to wipe his seed from her sweaty chest with her hands. The sticky mess smeared all over her fingers. “That tasted awful!”
Branch, panting tiredly, covered in sweat, his entire body flushed and warm, simply let out an amused chuckle. His eyes glanced at the dull, glittery mess he had made, and he huffed a laugh. This was the closest way he willingly used glitter, no matter where it inconveniently came from, and the gray Troll knew from experience that it was anything but appealing in taste.
Poppy shot him a glare and simply squeezed his still-hardened shaft, which caused him to choke on his laughter, and he let out a shuddered gasp.
“H-hah, Poppy.” He shuddered, “I…”
“You're what?” She asked playfully, giving another squeeze, earning a shuddering breath as Branch jerked his hips.
“I…I'm sensitive.” The Gray Troll hissed.
“Oh?” She looked amused, squeezing him, making him hiss again at the sensitivity. The sly princess had the gall to feign innocence. “Sensitive, you say?” She purred, which made Branch sweat bullets as he stared wide-eyed at her.
No matter how exhausted he felt, he still managed to shoot her an impressive glare that could scare off a few critters.
“What do you think?” He asked sarcastically.
Another squeeze and Branch grits his teeth to prevent a gasp from escaping, refusing to humiliate himself any further.
“In that case…” Poppy purred, which brought a shiver down his spine. The princess simply pushed Branch to lay down roughly, earning an ‘oof!’ from the male, and she sat down on his stomach.
Branch propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Poppy wide-eyed.
Poppy simply smirked.
“P-Poppy?!”
The pink Troll simply purred and grinds down harder on his cock. Branch bit his lip, almost bringing out blood as he saw her wetness soak his public bone. Her wetness drenched his gray fur, and he could only gulp. Try as he might, Branch could not stop ogling down to her lower lips, glistening, glittery juices, some of which were mixed with his glistening mess.
“ I don't suppose you have a problem in–ahem, helping me with my own problem, now do you?”
The male Troll felt his mouth go dry as his cock throbbed painfully, missing the touch of the devious seductress above him. His blunt claws pierced through the ground like butter, and it took all his effort not to clinch his paws.
“Ah…n-no?” He stuttered with a shaky grin.
“Good.”
Before Branch knew it, Poppy stood up, only to hover painfully close to his face. Branch felt his eyes pop open, and his mouth grew dry as he stared at the perfect flesh above him. His cock was screaming, it hurt.
“What are you waiting for, Branchifer?” She purred, the sweet nickname rolling out her tongue despite the sugary sweetness in her tone, which was anything but innocent.
But that hardly mattered to Branch as Poppy sat down, and immediately, the gray Troll got to work. He wrapped his arms around her legs to keep her steady as he licked her like a madman. His tongue swirled wildly inside her walls. His taste buds exploded as he tasted her salty honey mixed with his bitter mess.
Poppy threw her head back, let out a loud shout, and moaned as she grinded herself on Branch. Mother Nature she looked so beautiful with her sweat-drenched fur and hair all over the place. He sucked on it as if his life depended on it, and his arm muscles flexed and tightened around Poppy as though he was trying to bring her as close as he could possibly do, never mind that there was no more space between them.
He gently bit the flesh and pulled. Poppy let out a loud groan.
“Oh yes! B-Branch!” She gasped. She attempted to move her hips in an effort to match his.
Branch bucked his hips in the air, desperate for his own release but patient and eager enough to get the seductress above him off before himself.
And then, she let out another scream as she squirted all over him. Branch eagerly swallowed her salty honey as though it was the elixir of life, and he needed it to survive another decade.
After going through the spasms of her release, Poppy’s body went slack, and it was only because of Branch's muscular paws that she didn't fall. Branch gently laid her down next to him as she caught her breath. Immediately, she wrapped her paws and legs around him and snuggly clung onto him like a lovebug. Out of instinct, Branch rested a paw on her hips. It technically wasn’t a hug, so it hardly mattered if he allowed himself to show a brief, if vague, show of affection towards this wonderful, beautiful Troll.
“Mmm.” She smiled dreamily at him. “Just…wow.” She giggled goofily as she nuzzled her cheek on his sweaty fur. The gray Troll’s ears twitched when he heard her take an inhale and press her nose on his armpit. “You smell nice…”
Branch let out a huff but couldn't keep his own smile off his face. His erection was so hard and painful that he couldn't really bear it anymore. Ignoring it until it returned to his sheath was a big no, and Poppy was catching her breath, so there was only one thing to do.
He used his own paw to grasp his shaft. His rough, calloused paws were nothing like Poppy's soft and more delicate touch. The only thing that beat that sensation was when they rutted like rabbits. But it was better than nothing. He stroked himself, eyeing the angry veins in his dull gray flesh as it throbbed in his paw. He let out a low groan. It didn't help that Poppy was watching intently at his paw work.
The tip of his shaft was an angry purple, and the rough texture of his paws would hardly bring him relief—not like Poppy’s warm mouth or the softness of her hands.
Branch gasped and growled as he tightened his hold on his angry cock, frustrated as he moved his paw up and down the shaft with minimal effort.
Poppy then placed her smaller, delicate paw on top of his, stopping his efforts.
Branch sucked in a breath of surprise as he eyed her curiously. She smiled at him. It was a mix of mischief and seduction.
“My poor Branch,” she cooed, staring at him in the eye. Branch felt his spine shiver, and his ears perked up at her emphasis on ‘my.' “So frustrated and horny that you can't reach your peak?” She purred seductively, which only made his cock throb painfully.
He swallowed in response and nodded.
She removed his paw, her eyes never leaving his.
“You’ve been a good boy,” She purred. “You took care of me, so fair is fair.”
Branch knows he said this many times, but he doesn’t care. Where did this seductress come from? Because if he was honest with himself, he loved it. He loved her.
He watched eagerly as she lifted herself, grasping his erection and steading it to her the lips of her vagina. He licked his lips subconsciously and bucked his hips helplessly.
“So impatient.” She was amused. She finally went down on him, engulfing his cock in her warm heat once again. Both of them let out moans, with Branch being a desperate mess. His arms wrapped around her hips to steady her as she rode him. He threw his head back on the rock when she grinded herself on his knot.
His hips bucked unconditionally to match her pace.
“Do you want to cum?” Poppy had the gall to lick his ear, which made his shudder violently, both from the sensation and from that tone.
She grinded harder on his knot, and he let out a yowl as he bucked harder, making her moan.
“You’re so desperate.” She purred. “Are you so frustrated?”
Branch’s arms tightened on her hips, and he growled.
The princess leaned on his ear, and he could practically feel her hot breath. “Do you want to knot me?”
He growled, baring his teeth dangerously as his lust-crazed eyes glared at her. Saliva drooling out of his lips, and both of them were drenched in sweat and reeked of sexual fluids. He bucked his hips hard, causing her playful nature to falter as he took control of their coupling. His eyes landed on her breast as they bounced with every delicious thrust.
He took one in his mouth, and Poppy cried out.
“N-no fair,” She gasped. “W-wasn’t I suppose—Ugh!” She threw her head back, her spine curling as Branch used his paw pads, which were as rough as sandpaper, to stroke her flesh. “...Gumdrops!”
Branch would have huffed a laugh at her poor attempt at Profanity had his mind not fallen into a haze of lust. Trolls are too pure even to drop a simple F-bomb and are too scandalized when he does.
He simply suckled and slammed hard inside her in return, which made her cry out. Poppy allowed it his rough play. Not to say she submitted to him. Rather, she worked to match his pace, all while fighting for her dominance. Her walls clenched hard around him, massaging his cock, and Branch let out a muffled cry.
This infuriating Princess was grinning at him smugly, no doubt pleased with catching him off guard. His vision became fuzzy. It was all a blur, but the next thing that Branch remembered was that he pushed Poppy off him. He hardly reacted to her yelp, and he prompted himself up. He went all four and began walking in circles around her. He strutted in confidence Branch never knew he had, enticing her.
Her eyes never left his body.
He growled dangerously as Poppy sat up. Thankfully for his clouded mind, she had no intentions of leaving him. Instead, she made herself comfortable by lying on her stomach, her paws sinking into the grass as she raised her neck to look at him, pouting innocently at him. Branch stopped going in circles. He stared at her behind and eyed her with predatory eyes.
The sly panther that was the princess gave him a sultry smile and raised her tail, showing her wet folds and clenching at nothing but air as though they longed for something only he could provide.
That something was in his very position, and it throbbed painfully on his very person.
She gave him a welcoming purr as she flickered her tail teasingly at him. Her eyes were half-lidded, and she purposely released more pheromones. His nostrils flared as he picked up her thick arousal mixed with the mouthwatering pheromones. It made Branch roll his eyes at the back of his head.
“Do you want to knot deep in me? She purred, and Branch let out a choked groan. The mere thought of Poppy full of his seed was delicious. “Have your seed bare your children?” The thought of Poppy’s belly swollen with his pups drove him insane.
Branch growled in affirmation, which caused Poppy to cooed invitingly. Something inside Branch snapped, and the next thing he knew, his complete bulk suddenly fell on her back, and he scrambled to position his hind legs correctly over hers so that he could penetrate.
Hearing Poppy let out an eager yip, raise her hips eagerly, and her tail coiled around his tail tightly, she was just as desperate for it as he was. He penetrated her quickly and was engulfed in her wonderfully tight, drenched insides.
“FUCK!”
“Oooooh! You feel even bigger this way.” Poppy moaned, squeezing him as she thrust her hips up to push him even further in. “Sugar.” She cursed.
Branch let out a pleased growl and succumbed to his desires. Poppy let out a cry as he slammed inside her.
“O-oh, hair, B-Branch! Yes!”
Branch’s canine ache and the urge to bite down on Poppy’s neck to hold her down was intense. His tongue curled at his teeth before he leaned to lick Poppy’s neck. The Princess let out a surprise moan and let out a loud groan as Branch hammered his hips into hers.
“I-I thought you said no biting?” She teased breathlessly.
Branch grunted. “N-not…biting.” He grunted. His brain was less interested in talking and more interested in breeding.
“Y-you don’t say.” Poppy hummed.
Branch felt her walls tighten around him, and he let out a strangled growl. Poppy let out a laugh before she let out a gasp when Branch forced his knot inside her. Poppy’s walls tightened on instinct, and Branch felt her drench his cock, indicating her climax. Branch let out another loud roar and released his climax. He practically slammed her body down with his. His brain hardly processed Poppy’s squeak of surprise, Branch being more interested in pumping his seed inside her, his balls aching and his lower half quivering.
Half an hour later, the knot loosened, and his cock returned to its sheath. Branch practically rolled off Poppy to remove his weight from her. Under normal circumstances, he would have fretted over her for going overboard. It was a miracle he didn’t succumb to the biting urge.
He stared at the leaves, with the occasional sunlight peeking out. He…had no words for what just happened. He would have started to spiral over having to have the most blowing sex (never mind that he had been a virgin over an hour ago) in his life with the princess.
But his mind was drowned in the afterglow, and he was thoroughly enjoying it. He then felt movement beside him, and Branch looked down when he saw Poppy reside on his chest, all snuggly and blissful. Satisfaction and perhaps even pride swelled on his chest as he purred.
“Are you purring?” She snickered.
“No.” He grumbled, cheeks flushing harder in embarrassment.
“Hmmm…” She merely hummed as she rested her head constantly on his chest, and to his shame, his purring intensified. “If you say so.”
Branch grumbled but was thankful she dropped the subject. He carefully caressed her magenta locs, which were messy from their intense coupling. He always believed her hair was soft, but his expectations were nothing compared to the real thing. Her hair was as smooth as silk, and Branch could pick up the faint smell of her cotton candy shampoo.
Poppy let out a content purr of her own, and Branch allowed himself to relax momentarily. But, by that point, the most rational part of his brain began to wake up.
“We need to leave,” Branch murmured to his coupling partner, who snuggled him. “Before predators discover us. We weren’t exactly…quiet.”
Poppy merely hummed, looking exhausted and unwilling to let go of him. And if Branch was honest, he pulled her closer with one arm, soaking in her warmth. Fatigue was starting to take a toll on him, but Branch couldn’t ignore the logical part of his brain. They were out in the open, with their pheromones out in the air, and their loud coupling was bound to lure in predators.
Or worse, one of the villagers could walk in on them. Branch would rather be eaten by a pack of Growl Beasts or Cuddle Pups than be caught in such a mortifying scenario.
“Poppy…”
Finally, Poppy looked at him and looked at his eyes with exhausted pleading, “Can…can we just stay a little bit longer? Please?”
“...yes..” He said it with no hesitation. He should smack himself and argue with her that it was for their safety, and then go their separate ways and forget this entire ordeal happened.
But he was too exhausted to care.
“...Thank you…” She whispered drowsily, and within moments, she fell asleep.
Branch’s ears twitched at the sound of her soft snores, and he automatically pulled her closer to him and made her comfortable. It wasn’t difficult to do as Poppy is the cuddly type, as she snuggled happily on his chest. Branch felt the familiar weight of her tail wrapping itself on his, and suddenly, he was hit by a wave of fatigue.
It was strange. Branch swore he wasn’t this tired a couple of minutes ago.
Maybe a nap won’t hurt. When they wake up, they will part ways, and both of them pretend that this never happened. Similar to that of a fairy tale. His eyelids felt heavier, and eventually, Branch succumbed to sleep.
But before he fell into the darkness, Branch swore he saw his fur give out a blue flash.
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Branch sipped on his coffee as he made breakfast. He woke up irritated (he only managed to get two hours of sleep!), drenched in sweat as usual, and frustrated beyond belief with an uncomfortable sensation in his groin.
The gray Troll took a shower –a cold shower– to freshen up and decided to forgo his moss robe and just wear a pair of thin boxers, which did nothing to hide his arousal. The wet spot on the tip of the tent in which pre-cum was leaking out and the familiar aching discomfort said everything.
Branch groaned as he placed two pieces of bread in the toaster. Once they popped out, Branch wordlessly placed them on his plate and sat down on his table to eat his simple, plain breakfast. He didn't have much of an appetite, but after yesterday's ah…marathon and the lack of sleep, Branch knew he needed to regain more energy.
He realized he was alone when he woke up later in the day yesterday. Branch would have believed that the entire ordeal with Poppy would have been a dream… Only except it would have been reckless to sleep out in the open like that! Plus, he would never sleep naked out in the open! What if the villagers caught him streaking?! He would never live it down.
Well… he hadn’t been entirely naked. His waist was tucked by a pink fluffy towel (no doubt a work of Poppy) and his clothes had been neatly piled next to him with a thank you card on top. One sniff of them, and Branch could tell they had been washed. Once he dressed, placed the unopened card in his hair for safekeeping and managed to drag what was left of the rabbit, Branch stayed in his bunker for the rest of the day.
And oddly enough, the card held no glitter.
Branch took a bite of toast as he put effort into not thinking about the smoldering, searing heat, bright pink gasps, and the stench of–
“Nope.” Branch took a long sip. “I'm not going to think about it.”
Only after he finishes his plain toast and coffee does his mind go override.
Branch groaned and slammed his head on the wooden table.
He had gone and done it. He, the pessimistic, hermit village grump, had sex with the perky, optimistic princess!
He could still feel the phantom touches of her skin against his, of her walls squeezing him, her hot breath as she panted. The way she purred whenever he knotted her, the way she said his name, her kisses–!
His cock throbbed and twitched on his boxers.
Branch had to pull his hair painfully to get himself to stop thinking about it.
Yes, he had sex with Poppy, of all Trolls. Branch wanted to hide under the rock of shame until he suffocated, but before any of that, he needed to relieve himself. The cold showers hardly did anything other than further irritate him. While Branch knew he would wallow in shame and disgust, Branch knew he'd have at least half an hour of relief before it haunted him again.
Blushing an ugly lavender and feeling his mouth go dry, he pulled out his erection.
The pulper veins were angry, and his entire organ throbbed painfully. He swallowed as he hesitantly wrapped his rough, callused paw around the shaft of his cock.
The rough texture of his paw compared nothing to the softness of Poppy's paws.
“Do you like that?” He could hear her purr.
His paw tightened around his cock, and he groaned. His sheath ached, and his knot throbbed painfully.
“Do you want to cum?” Poppy's seductive voice coyly whispered in his ear as he vividly remembered how she rode him.
“Fuck!”
“Do you want to knot deep in me? Have your seed bare your children?” Poppy all but purred as she flicked her tail and permitted him to dominate her from behind.
The mental image of her belly swelling with his pups brought delightful shivers down his spine. It was a reality that could never happen, for he was incapable of producing children. Branch had always resented his gray nature, but perhaps it was a blessing for this coupling. The last thing he wanted was for the village to be on him for having their beloved Princess pregnant outside of wedlock. Least of all, the ire of her father.
However, it would remain a miserable reminder in the long term.
But the way she said it with such conviction—as though his grayness was hardly an obstacle to the impossible and as though she wanted it as much as he did—she might as well have been a goddess from the heavens, giving him what was deemed impossible.
Branch's breath hitched as he increased the speed and grip. He shuddered a breath as he remembered Poppy's gasp, moans, and shouts when he rutted her. How wet and tight she was around him. His body shuddered as he remembered how she praised him when he knotted her and how tight she squeezed him as much as she could to keep him inside her.
He brought in his other paw and stood up as he squeezed himself, desperate to bring himself some relief, never mind that he could never reach that peak this way.
He needed a pillow, which was all the way to his room...
Oh wait, there was his couch cushion in his living room. That will do.
Plopping the worn cushion on the floor and carelessly dropping his boxers down, briefly getting caught in his hind legs before ungracefully plopping down in the ground forgotten, Branch wordlessly walked in fours, circling the pillow as though it were a Troll he was trying to entice—as though it was her.
Branch settled over it, his pelvis pressing against it.
“...Branch!” Her moans, her breathless gasps as she begged him…it would be something Branch would hold on to for as long as he lived.
He bunched the pillow up whenever it flattened beneath him. It wasn’t big enough nor firm enough to hug it against him and still be able to masturbate with it. His need to hold onto something resulted in his hands clawing the earth beneath him. His breaths came out in tiny, desperate huffs that matched each thrust of his hips. It was pathetic, him trying to mate with a Bergen damned couch cushion after having mated with the Princess.
Branch couldn’t fully enjoy the process— not when half of him felt ashamed, embarrassed, and still frustrated, and the other half was painfully aware he was by himself inside his bunker in his living room. He went through the motion mindlessly until his lower half quivered.
“P-Poppy…” He shuddered, his voice hoarse and desperate.
“Can…can we just stay longer? Please?” Branch remembered how softly she asked after their final coupling, the way he held her in their warm embrace as though the other would be gone if they let go. Her mouth-watering scent mingled with his; their tails coiled tightly, refusing the other to go.
Despite his beliefs, he never wanted to let her go.
“...yes…”
“I'm yours,” Branch whispered to the empty air as he finally reached his peak. He gritted his teeth to contain a roar as he made a mess on the cushion. It took everything in him not to plop down in a tired mess.
He panted, fatigue washing over his body. He was drenched in sweat, and some of his mess spilled on the ground. The gray Troll eyed the sparkly white mess he blatantly splattered all over. Once his brain started to reboot and process what he had done, a wave of repulse and mortification washed over him.
“Great…” He muttered sarcastically.
Apart from his bunker maintenance, he had to do some Bergen damned laundry.
Shame overwhelmed him. How dare he think about Poppy like she was his? Their coupling meant nothing but a form of release of pent-up frustration and needs.
True, Poppy wanted to mate with him (even went as far as to assure him he was physically appealing despite his lingering doubts), and she hasn't shown any form of aggression toward him during their time together. But Poppy was always friendly in and out of the Spring Fling Season. Surely, it was nothing but a simple fling, and she currently has her needs satisfied back in the village.
Hormones and pheromones were a terrible combo, especially when reality clashes with fantasy. It reminded Branch as to why he fucking hated the Spring Fling.
“At least I was her first.” Despite the depressing idea of Poppy flaunting her needs to other Trolls, he was rather smug about that. Even if… Creek, of all Trolls, was nauseatingly satisfying her needs; nothing would change the fact that he was the Princess’ first and their wonderful experience.
Though the smugness didn’t last, as Branch felt the familiar dull ache of heartbreak, he let out a depressed sigh as he pulled up his boxers. He crunched up in disgust at the wet spot and some glittery mess on them. With his groin area somewhat satisfied, his cock returned to its sheath, but the mess remained.
He needed more than a cold shower to wash away his mortification and shameful behavior, but it would have to do along with some laundry.
Once he was finished with that, he went out stark naked. There was no point in trying to put on clothes if he would just get them messy before the end of the day.
He went to grab a rag when he heard a timid knock from the pipes. His ears perked up, and his expression went annoyed.
Who would come around here this time of day? Especially during this season?
Grumbling under his breath, Branch went to his elevator (grabbing his robe on his way to hide his nakedness) as the knocking got a little louder. Once he went to his decoy room, he put on his moss robe. Once he was sure he was decent, he used the eye slot to see his uninvited guest.
Before Branch could say a gruff and rude, ‘What? ' His throat tightened, and his eyes widened when he saw who was there.
Poppy.
“Hi, Branch.” She said, smiling widely as she looked down at his eyes. Branch could see her tail flickering nervously in the corner of his eye. Her hair was tied in her usual ponytail, and she wore her blue party dress. But despite her modesty, Branch couldn’t stop thinking of the pink flesh he touched with his fingertips yesterday. Or how her beautiful magenta hair was lost, and his fingers caressed those silk-like locs. If Branch was honest, she looked gorgeous with her hair down.
Though, as beautiful as it was, Branch wouldn’t recommend it as, in practical practice, it would be useless as a Troll couldn’t defend themselves from any dangers.
They eyed one another for a moment before Branch closed the eye slot. After tinkering with a couple of locks, he opened the lid.
Poppy jumped in surprise before she smiled. Happily, Branch noticed her tail wagging excitedly.
Branch swallowed. He tried not to think about her delicious curves, her soft skin, and her walls clenching–
He would stop those thoughts right now. Now was not the time or place for this, especially when the Troll with whom he had shared that extraordinary experience was right before him.
“Poppy,” the gray Troll tried to act indifferent and aloof despite his heart beating like a drum in his chest as he closed the lid behind him. “What do you want?" he asked automatically, sounding rude and bored. He held back from cringing.
“Um…well…” Poppy nervously fidgeted in place. The pink Troll rocked back in further on the tip of her toes before eventually stopping and looking shyly at him. “I was… wondering–”
Branch interrupted her, crossing his arms, genuinely annoyed. “If you are here to invite me to another of your crazy and loud parties, let me stop you there. I will say that you wasted your time.” He stated bluntly. He raised an eyebrow, utterly confused. “Though, you could have done that after this stupid frolicking—”
“—Spring Fling Season.” Poppy corrected him, which irritated him at being interrupted.
“Whatever. The point still stands. What are you doing here while that stupid season is still going on? There’s like…what? Three days until it’s over, and we’re no longer drowning in pheromones?” He pursed his lips, his nose scrunching as he tasted sour and bitter. “Shouldn’t you be Creek or something?”
Poppy merely raised an eyebrow, looking confused, which confused the gray survivalist further.
“Why would I be with Creek?”
Branch was caught off guard despite his facial expression and body language not giving anything away.
His nostrils picked up her arousal (it was to be expected with this stupid season going on), and he could already feel his excitement come out of his sheath. Thank Mother Nature that his robe did a better job of hiding it than his shorts ever will. But he wasn't expecting that her scent was clear, pure.
Well, it wasn't entirely pure, as he could still pick up his scent mingling with hers. It wasn't as strong as yesterday, but when he had a heightened nose, which other Trolls lacked, it was as evident as Trolls being infuriatingly loud at a party.
But what caught him off guard was that he didn’t pick up any other scents from her—no scent that indicated another had touched the Princess.
He swallowed, and his throat suddenly felt dry. It took all his effort not to wag his tail in excitement as elation bubbled in his chest.
Nevertheless, he managed to play coolly as though he leaned on the hollow rock of his bunker. “...uh, since it's still Frolicking season—” He placed a finger on her mouth before she interrupted him again. “—or as you, Rainbow Trolls, say ‘Spring Fling’ thing,” He removed his finger from his mouth so that he can use both hands to air quote the disgruntling name as he rolled his eyes. No matter how one uses it, the name is still terrible. “And with you back at your village, I would have thought you would've turned to Creek or anyone else for assistance.”
Poppy looked offended. “Uh, excuse?! Are you saying that I just sleep around?!”
Her response surprised Branch as he realized he could not develop a clever one himself. “Uh…”
The princess stared him down, and admittedly, Branch was impressed and found himself reeling in over Poppy’s stink eye. This… was not good for his already dwindling self-control.
She puffed her cheeks and let out an indignant ‘Hmph!’
“Well, for your information, Branchifer,” Branch ignored the shiver in his spine when she said that nickname. “—I would never do something like that.” Poppy sniffed at him, her tone almost snooty. “It’s not my thing.”
“Uh huh…” He dryly stated, looking at her with a brow of amusement. “I'll keep that in mind, Poppifer.”
Perhaps he too soon jumped to the ‘hating the Spring Fling’ conclusion. While he could do without the pheromones and smell of sex in the air, the gray Troll enjoyed the optimistic princess, bringing out her snarky side. It is a rare sight to behold, thankfully.
Ancestors, he wasn't sure he'd be able to resist her if she did this more often.
“You still haven't told me why you're here,” Branch said, not wanting to end their little banter but having to before they went off track and he succumbed to his animalistic desires again. Her pheromones and arousal were already clouding his brain.
Poppy seemed to stare at him more before begrudgingly letting go of the subject.
“Well, you were right about that and that the Spring Fling is still in season…”
Branch hummed, his expression narrowing slightly at her stalling, and gestured for her to hurry up.
Her face expressed irritation, but her cheeks turned red, and Branch could easily count all Thirty-seven white freckles that reflected the sunlight on her cheeks. She turned away, with what Branch could guess was shyness before she looked down at the grass and nervously kicked the ground.
“...and so I came to ask if you would be…” She finally dared to look up at him, her blush intensifying. “...if you are willing to turn this into something more… permanent?”
Branch's brain shuts down.
She…she wasn't serious, right?! There is no way…!
“I…I'm sorry…” Branch chuckled nervously once his brain rebooted. He eyed her as though she sprouted another head. “I think I must have misheard you. Did you say…?”
By this point, his brain was incapable of creating sentences. But it didn’t matter because Poppy's blush died, and she looked him in the eye. That alone told him that she was serious.
“I want you to be my mate, Branch.” She looks at him with wide eyes. Despite the confidence in her expression, Branch saw her eyes reflecting her nervousness, but what caught Branch’s attention was that they also expressed hope.
Branch wondered if a deity was playing a cruel trick on him because there was no fucking way someone as beautiful and optimistic as Poppy would want to be with a gray hermit like himself.
“...why?” He spluttered pathetically, unable to come up with a proper question.
Poppy smiled at him, a darker shade of red on her cheeks. “I wasn’t completely honest about yesterday…” Her tail flicked. “You know how I invited you to the Spring Fling Festival?”
“And I said no,” Branch said bluntly, but his eyes remained on her form, his heart drumming in his chest. “Not sure why you even bothered. I already said I don’t do parties. What made you think I would go and do something as gross as that?” He was sarcastic, but he was genuinely curious. “I have little interest in hooking up with anyone.”
“Yet, you willingly hooked up with me.” Poppy pointed out, and Branch could only splutter in response, his cheeks feeling warm. “But that’s a good thing.” She was smiling at him with her overbite out, and her cheeks were a familiar dark red.
Still, that left Branch confused, and he could only say a stupid, “Huh?”
Poppy simply giggled at his reaction, her tail flickering. She merely explained, “Around a week before the Spring Fling, Creek asked me if I would be honored to become his coupling partner this year…” Branch scrunched his nose in both disgust and concealed rage. While he was… encouraging (despite his internal struggle), to fornicate with other Trolls, that did not mean he had an interest or desire in having traumatic mental images of Creek doing anything sexual with Poppy.
Egh, he needed to bleach his brain.
“Hey, don’t give me that look!” Poppy said in defense, arms raised and already knowing what he was thinking. “It’s not like I said yes.”
“Just get on with it.” He sighed, rumbling unhappily.
“Anyway, after I politely turned Creek down, I had many suitors ask me the same thing.” Poppy looked away, her hands behind her back. She went up her tippy toes and looked at Branch with half-lidded eyes that shot a wave of lust down his aching groin area. “None of them struck me. None but you.”
He opened his mouth to object, but Poppy silenced him by placing a finger on his mouth. “I know you didn’t ask, but I couldn’t help but think of you whenever someone asked. How differently you would have been had you been there…” Poppy blushed and looked down with a shy smile. The way her eyes went out of focus for a moment, Branch could already guess she was thinking of various scenarios with him. “If I’m being honest, I've had a crush on you since we were Trollings.” Her tail flicked.
Branch’s tail, however, went still as his brain short-circuited at the confession. “W-why?!” He sputtered pathetically. “I wasn’t exactly nice to you… nor was I like any normal regular—” He gagged, “—Rainbow Troll.”
He was gray, and he wasn’t exactly friendly. How would someone such as Poppy have a crush on a Troll who was nothing but mean to her?
“Branch, I thought I told you yesterday—”
“Yes, yes.” Branch cut her off, looking stressed. “Ancestors know why you think I’m practically appealing,” Branch ignored her frown as he crushed the tiny flicker of hope in his chest. “But why do you like me? I’m not exactly an ideal Troll…” His semi-clouded mind struggled to find the right words, ”…personality-wise.”
Branch curses at his weak resolve when Poppy gives him that infuriating cute smile with her overbite. Her cute little freckles were more pronounced when her cheek flushed a dark red, and Branch swallowed as the urge to kiss the little white dots began to maul his brain.
“If I’m being honest… you being different drew me in.” She said, eyes half-lidded, and he took a step forward while he took two steps back. “I was hoping maybe I could be your friend first and that we could become close and even have your colors returned before I confessed…” Poppy admitted. “But, it's been years now, and despite my efforts to try and befriend you, you never really reciprocated my feelings…”
Branch had to hold in a scoff. Of course, he had a cofounded attraction towards the overly optimistic Princess, but he would rather die than show her that… at least he would have had his weak resolve not shattered by Poppy’s bold and enticing show.
”But despite it all, I wanted no one else as my mate. No one but you.” She went to approach him but stopped when Branch took two steps back. Branch was certain his eyes would pop out of his skull as his entire face felt warm.
“B-but. I’m gray!” He spluttered, looking incredulous
“So? I don’t care.” Poppy smiled at him, clasping her hands.
“Poppy,” Branch sighed, his face melting into exasperation as a headache built up. So much for letting her down gently. If his gray nature was not enough to see reason, then he must take a logical step. “—You realize what happens to whoever becomes your mate, right?”
“They—”
“They ascend with you to become the next Troll ruler. In this case, I would become a king.” Branch sighed, rubbing his temples with closed eyes before looking at her with his deceptive glare. “Despite what you believe, I can’t be that Troll. It wouldn’t be fair to you or everyone.”
“But you want to be.”
Branch almost cursed at his poor use of words that brought in a sense of hope in the pink Princess. He barely managed to keep the profanity from his tongue as he spoke. “It doesn’t matter.” Branch tiredly sighed, crossing his arms. He needed to crush whatever hope she had. “I can’t be your mate, Poppy.”
There it was. His rejection, no matter how much his instincts cried in agony.
It was silent momentarily, and Branch saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes. He swallowed as he felt his throat tighten and guilt gnaw at him. But it was for the best. He wasn’t the ideal Troll to take the throne with Poppy by his side. He was too negative, and frankly, none of the villagers liked him. Hell, he doubted that King Peppy would allow their union. No matter how much agony he feels about letting go of his own love interest, it was for the best.
Someone as beautiful and radiant as Poppy deserves someone better than a gray grouch. Hell, even that Creek character was a better pick than himself.
However, to his dismay, the flicker of hurt turned to determination. While admittingly, he did prefer this over the pain-filled eyes, Branch knew this would mean she would pester him to no end.
“Can’t doesn’t mean won’t,” Poppy said with finality.
“No, but it doesn’t mean I will either,” Branch said bluntly, sighing again. There was no point in pretending he was aloof to her anymore. “Poppy, I can’t be your mate. I can’t be the next Troll king. Honestly, the only reason why we aren’t getting married is because of my gray nature.”
It was the law that if a Troll were to get pregnant with their partner, they would marry. After all, it wouldn’t be fair for the other Trolls to raise their child alone. It is frowned upon to have a Trolling out of wedlock, but no more than if the Troll who impregnated the other abandoned their child and parent.
“And besides, there is no way anyone will accept a gray, moody Troll as king!”
Branch did not doubt that there would have been carnage if he had gotten Poppy pregnant. Even if he had somehow survived that and married Poppy, he would have been treated scornfully, and the royal family bloodline would have been tainted. Branch would rather die than allow something like that to happen.
Poppy bit her lip, taking in his words, “I guess you have a point. The last thing I want is for you to be in an uncomfortable situation.” She looks frustrated, a rare look Branch noted. “Especially since I’m responsible.”
Branch gave her a funny look. “I practically mated with you.”
“And I egged you on,” Poppy resorted. “I wanted you, and I threw myself like that when you already said no…” Poppy looked down at her feet with a heavy blush. Branch could pick up a dopey smile from the angle of his eyes but remained quiet as he licked his dry lips. “Plus, it was the best sex I ever had in my life.’
Branch raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I thought I was your first?”
She looked up at him, her face uncharacteristically serious. “You are.”
Branch snorted in disbelief and crossed his arms. “How could you say something like that when you had no experience?” He’ll pointedly ignore that he was being a hypocrite.
“It matters because it was with you.”
Branch had a coughing fit.
“Are you ok?!” She ran up to him, but Branch stopped her by putting a hand before him.
“Peachy.” He said, voice rough
Poppy stared at him with concern and perked up as he cleared his throat. “I-it doesn’t matter how much our coupling was otherworldly,” Branch said, trying to be more firm. “It doesn’t change how I can’t be with you.”
“Maybe not now.” Poppy admits, and Branch begins to relax, but he tenses when she boldly says, “But maybe in future.”
Branch balked and squawked, “What is that supposed to mean?!”
Poppy looked him straight in the eyes, and it took all in Branch not to shiver at the intensity. “You’re right. I can’t and won’t force you to be my mate or become Troll Village's next king. It wouldn’t do me good as a Princess or as a future Queen. Especially as a friend,” Branch felt some muscle tension and relaxed, curious about where this was going, but remained on guard.
“I’m not your friend.” He automatically said.
“You are my friend, Branch.” Poppy insisted before narrowing her eyes at him. “Besides, you can’t hide your feelings from me after we mated.” Branch flushed and looked away.
Branch jumped when he felt Poppy’s hands (when did she get closer?!) grasp his head and turn him so that he could look at her. Branch sweated bullets, and he desperately hoped that she wouldn’t become interested in his excitement, which was thankfully hidden much better in his robe than his shorts. He had been ignoring it the entire time. It hurt.
“But I do want to be your friend at your pace,” Poppy said softly, her right hand stroking his cheek. It felt nice to have her delicate hand touch him. He missed it. “Maybe you aren’t happy and confident about becoming my mate, but I want to be with you.”
Branch should remove her hand from his cheek. He should return to his bunker and remain there for the next eight years, hoping that the whole ordeal would be forgotten.
But he remained rooted in place, his eyes flickering down her dress momentarily before looking back at her eyes. She removed her hands from his cheeks, and Branch missed her warmth.
“So, maybe we can compromise?” She said, looking more nervous than Branch had ever seen her.
And then, Branch blurted out without thinking, “What? You want to be friends with benefits?!” Only after the words came out did he process what he said, and he groaned in mortification, his face flared. The gray Troll wanted the ground to swallow him up to escape this embarrassment.
Poppy simply giggled, “Well, I suppose in some way, we are friends.”
“We are not friends,” Branch muttered, covering his face with his hands. Really, why was he still here?
He turned to return to his bunker but stopped when Poppy grasped his hand.
“Let go.” He said, not willing to look at her. Her grip on him tightened.
“No Branch. I want to clear this up. Otherwise, I won’t see you again.” Branch could practically hear her pleading.
She wasn’t wrong.
Branch debated this. On one hand, he could easily take his hands and return to his bunker. Then, he wouldn’t deal with these conflicting emotions, and Poppy would have to move on. But on the other paw he wanted this.
He had mated with her. That was a given. The purpose of the Spring Fling is to encourage Trolls to hook up with lovers or strangers to satisfy their needs. What he and Poppy did was not a crime, and while no one would be happy about it, there is nothing they can do about it, just like they can’t convince her to stop befriending him as he was a hopeless cause.
While Branch would never admit it, a small part of him craved that happiness he had deprived himself of since his grandmother’s death. When he mated with Poppy, he felt a pulse of it. It was faint, but it was enough to be addicted to it. It hardly affected his colors, which Branch knew would be a lost cause.
But for a brief moment, he couldn’t help but wonder, what would it be like to be happy again? The very key to that answer resided within Poppy. But only if he allowed her to get close, something which had been avoiding for years.
Finally, Branch sighed and turned to face her, noticing her perking up. “Why are you so determined?”
Poppy looked at him as though it was obvious. “Because you deserve to be happy.” He opened his mouth to object, but she put her hand in front of her, signaling him that she was not done. “And because I really want this Branch.”
She held his hands tenderly. Her soft, small hands were a complete contrast to his larger, rough, calloused hands. It brought a delightful shiver down his spine.
Branch looked at their connected hands, having no strength or desire to remove them, before he let out another sigh, giving her a weak smile. Poppy beamed. No doubt, she noticed that she won this battle.
“Fine.” He said, “But I have conditions.”
Poppy nodded at him to continue.
“First of all, no telling anyone about this.”
She perked up at the familiarity of his words and nodded eagerly.
“Second, whatever happens behind closed doors never happened.”
“Like a fairy tale.” Poppy smiled warmly at him, and Branch couldn’t help but smile back.
“...like a fairy tale.” He agrees, gently rubbing his thumb on her knuckle.
“Thirdly, no regrets on either side.”
Poppy nods at him. “No regrets from me, I promise.”
“And finally—”
“No biting.” Both of them finish in unison, with Poppy giggling at the end and Branch rolling his eyes but unable to keep the smile off his face.
Poppy embraced him, taking in his scent as she snuggled on his chest. “I’ll admit, I’m disappointed I won’t get to mark you,” She said, her fingers playing with the hem of his moss bathrobe. “Not yet, anyway.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.” He snorted despite himself, unable to keep himself from embracing her.
“Since you’re hugging me right now, my hopes are sky-high!” She grinned at him. Then, her eyes turned seductive. She looked down, and her hand played around with the cincture. “You know, since it’s still Spring Fling season… Why don’t we pick up where we left?” She undid the belt, and the robe went loose, showing his naked glory.
Branch felt his throat tighten when Poppy beamed at his throbbing, painful erection, ready for action.
“You’re crazy.” Branch breathed and pulled her closer. “Crazy and insatiable.”
“Just for you.” She purred, grasping the shaft, and Branch hissed. “Should we take this—” Poppy eyed the entrance of his bunker before flickering her eyes at him. “—Inside?
With a growl, he picked her up, uncaring of her little squeak of surprise. He yanked open the entrance and jumped down. Poppy peppered his neck with open-mouth kisses the entire time Branch closed the lid, locked it, and stormed to the elevator. She licked his skin when they started going down to the very bottom of the bunker.
Unable to resist anymore, he captured his lips with hers, and both started to make out. The approving noise Poppy gave him encouraged him to push his tongue inside and battle with hers. Branch felt her arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer, and their tails intertwined tightly.
The elevator hit the bottom ground, and Branch rearranged Poppy so that her thighs would wrap around his hips, making it easier to carry her. Their tails separated during their change of positions, and Poppy’s wrapped around his waist.
Their tongues fought for dominance. They separated, only for Poppy to lean back to show her neck. Knowing what she wanted, Branch kissed her neck, and Poppy let out a sharp breath and he began to pleasure her with his tongue and kisses.
“Hah….Branch.” Poppy breath, her eyes were noticeably closed.
It took Branch every ounce of his will not to bite here. Mother Nature, Poppy was enticing, and he knew he wouldn’t survive.
But right now, he wanted to touch her pink flesh with his gray fur, so he eyed the dress with disdain. That dress had to go. He looked down at his loosely open moss robe. Both their clothes had to go. While the temptation of ripping off the dress was appealing, Branch fought off that desire. Maybe in future, he would consider having extra clothes for Poppy so he could rip her clothes off.
He pointedly put aside his brain’s pessimistic thoughts of his future coupling with Poppy.
So, without another thought, Branch put Poppy down on her feet. She gave him that infuriatingly cute pout of her, but she let out a purr of approval when he removed his robe, falling to his feet without a care. He stepped forward, and Poppy looked at him coyly, a dark blush.
His hand went to the straps of her dress, and before he could blink, it dropped to the floor with his robe, forgotten. Branch felt his mouth go dry as a feral growl escaped his throat. This seductive vixen was wearing nothing underneath that dress.
And from her shit-eating grin, Branch knew it had been intentional. Mother Nature and Ancestors above, she was going to kill him!
“On the couch.” He ordered, his voice rough, eyes dark with lust.
“Oh?” Poppy had the gall to look innocent as she disobeyed and instead walked past him to the opposite side, her tail teasingly caressing his chin as she walked by. She swayed her hips at him, to which Branch couldn’t keep his eyes off her. “On the couch, Branch? For shame.” She giggled not so innocently.
Branch growled dangerously at the vixen in front of him.
“Wasn’t having sex outdoors enough? You barbarian.” She purred, eyeing him with seductive eyes, which made his fur bristle. “Whatever happened to having sex in a bed like a domestic Troll?”
Within a second, he was behind Poppy, and he slammed his hand on the wall. Poppy let out a shriek, but that hardly registered in his brain. Instead, he roughly placed himself in position, his throbbing erection in between her folds.
Poppy cried out, and Branch placed a hand on her stomach, his nails sinking in, making her hiss.
“Fuck the bed.” He growled into her ear, and Branch smirked darkly at her shiver. “And fuck the couch. I’m no ordinary Troll, and I certainly ain’t a domestic one!” He snarled. “We are in my bunker, which means you will follow my rules.” Branch roughly grasped her butt cheek to give him a full view of her leaking folds. “I want to fuck you here and now!” He nipped her ear, and she cried out. “Is that understood?”
Poppy simply let out another shiver.
Branch was not satisfied and grew irritated by her lack of response. He growled and slammed her to the wall, getting a squeak. “I said, understood?!“
“Y-yes!” She gasped.
Branch purred, “Good girl.” Without warning, he slammed inside her. His tip kissed her cervix, and her walls tightened around him as Poppy cried out.
“Fuck!” Branch snarled. “How the fuck are you this tight?! I would have thought my cock would have made you lose!” He chuckled darkly as he grabbed her hair and pulled it. He would have been worried about his rough play, but from the way she cried out, Poppy seemed to enjoy it. “Not that I’m complaining. It simply means I get to have more fun!”
He vigorously thrust at her, and Poppy cried out. Branch gritted his teeth as ripples of pleasure went through his brain. Fucking a pillow compared nothing to this female.
“BRANCH!”
And she was too fucking loud. Maybe if his brain wasn’t clouded with lust, Branch would have processed that they were deep underground in his soundproof bunker. But instead, he roughly shoved his fingers inside her mouth. She gagged as she soaked his fingers with her warm saliva and played around with her tongue as Poppy let out muffled moans.
While fucking the brains out of her was fun, it wasn’t enough to quench the beast inside him. He pulled out of her entirely, his shaft barely touching her wet folds. Branch ignored his cock protesting, and Poppy let out a muffled whine.
“Branch!” Poppy managed to lose his fingers and she craned her neck to look at him, frustration featuring her expression. Something that Branch found both amusing and cute. “Why?” She pouted at him.
Branch simply stood tall with his erection on full mast, angry with veins. He watched Poppy’s eyes glance down at his organ and bite her lip as she stared at his cock. While Branch was tempted to have her go on her knees and use her mouth, he wanted to finish inside her first.
From the desperation in her eyes, she wanted the same thing. But first, he wanted to have a little fun.
“Turn around, now.” He ordered, his voice expressing that she was not to disobey or else.
She followed orders, and Branch was pleased.
“Good girl,” He purred at her ear, and she shivered. Poppy let out a squeak when Branch grabbed her soft, luscious thighs. Branch leaned in to kiss her, and she let out a grueling moan and eagerly returned it. Their kiss was sloppy and far from being loving. It involved a lot of lip movement, teeth nipping, and tongues.
Poppy practically jumped him and wrapped her legs around his waist while her arms went around his neck. Branch pushed her so that her back would touch the earth wall and had his hands grabbing her legs to ensure she wouldn’t fall or escape.
Though Branch was dubious of the latter, Poppy would likely do the former.
“Hair, Branch.” She panted once they parted so they could get some air. “I need you inside me.”
Branch’s eyes darkened and smacked her buttcheek, grinning when she let out a yelp.
“Who said you were in charge?” He growled lowly.
Poppy merely let out a whine, wriggling her lower body in hopes of finding his erection, no doubt—such a naughty girl.
He slammed her to the wall, and she shrieked. Poppy looks at him with wide eyes. “If you want me to fuck you, you must obey your master.” He growled, nipping on her ear. He relished her moan, and he went back to look at her, “Is that understood, pet?”
Poppy whimpered and let out a slight nod. It was not enough!
“I said, is that understood?” His voice had a dangerous edge, and he smirked when she whined.
“Y-yes.” She gasps, sobbing in desperation.
“Good girl.” He purred.
His erection had been crying for attention for a while; it was rather painful, but Branch pushed his discomfort aside for now. Instead, he had been feeling rather parched, and he needed to quench his thirst.
He lifted Poppy a little bit and, by some miracle, managed to put her legs on his shoulders, her thighs around his head. Branch would have teased her further by kissing around her thighs and avoiding the real honey pot, but he was feeling rather impatient. He can worry about foreplay later; right now, he dove in.
Poppy gasped and cried out when Branch’s tongue swirled around her drenched walls. Her legs quivered on his arms, and had he not held a firm hold on Poppy, Branch doesn’t doubt that she would have collapsed on him.
“Sugar! B-Branch!”
He let out a muffled groan, and that only caused her to cry out as she banged her head on the wall. He bit on the flesh and gently pulled on the pearl. Poppy let out a hoarse moan, and she pulled on his hair, making him hiss. It hurt, but it was alluring.
“Fuck…” Branch groaned, still in between his thighs. He couldn’t handle it anymore. The way how beautiful Poppy looked, drenched in sweat, her hair a mess, and looking at him with desperation, was so fucking hot. His cock throbbed in pain, and it screamed for relief.
He needed to be inside her.
With some effort and ensuring that Poppy’s legs were still secured in his shoulders, Branch positioned himself and pushed in. He didn’t bother being gentle or warn her as he roughly and vigorously slammed inside her.
“Branch!” She shouted, her legs tightening around his neck and her hips bucking desperately as saliva drooled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled behind her head. “Sugar! F-faster! PLEASE!!!”
Branch growled, and while he would have reprimanded her for something like this, he was too far gone to care. Right now, all he was worried about was having his needs satisfied. Hearing Poppy constantly say his name as their skin slapped one another.
“BRANCH!!!!!”
Branch let out a feral growl as Poppy let out a hoarse moan, and her drenched walls tightened around his shaft. It felt as though she was squeezing the life out of him, and it was nearly impossible to move! In the end, he couldn’t handle it anymore. He slammed her one last time and pushed his knot inside with a lewd pop.
Poppy cried out, and Branch bellowed a roar as he emptied inside her, his seed once more smothering the fire inside her. His balls ached, and his legs quivered as he milked her insides, Branch grunting the entire time. His body relaxed once he went on empty.
As weary as she looked, Poppy delicately placed a hand on his cheek and guided him for a kiss. That kiss held a tenderness that was not anywhere near their sexual session. It was soft and full of love. Branch didn’t hesitate to pour in his love for her.
While Branch could never be Princess Poppy’s mate, there was no point in hiding his love for her. Not when she already knew.
They held each other tenderly on the wall until Branch’s knot softened. Branch pulled out, his soft member coming out of Poppy’s clitoris and into his sheath. His legs felt like jelly and quivered as he gently put Poppy down.
The Princess apparently also had balance problems because Branch had to catch her before she fell and hit her head. He gently set her down on the ground, and once he was certain she wouldn’t injure herself, Branch placed a hand on the wall to keep some balance on his legs. Once he saw that she was soaking in the aftermath of their rough sex, with a dopey grin, Branch closed his eyes to enjoy his own afterglow.
For a while, it was silent, and the only noise that his ears could pick up was their panting and Poppy’s occasional giggles.
It eventually went quiet until Branch’s ears perked up, and Poppy suddenly let out a burst of giggles.
“Hey, what’s this?”
Branch opened his eyes and turned to look in her direction in curiosity, only for his eyes to pick up where she was looking. There was a pile of forgotten boxers, a cushion, and a white glitter-like substance. His cheeks felt warm, and his mouth went agape before he moaned in mortification, the dominating beast he had been gone, as he covered his face with his hands to hide his blush.
“Well, you certainly missed me.” She let out a breathless giggle, eyeing his long-forgotten, soiled underwear and cushion. Of course, she figured out what happened here. It was so mortifying that Branch wanted the ground to swallow him up and suffocate him. “Are you sure you don’t want to be my mate?” She was teasing him, it was infuriatingly attractive.
“Shut up.” Branch grumbled, removing his hands from his face. He picked up Poppy, who let out a squeak before she burst into giggles, and put her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Where are we going?!” Branch could already picture her grin.
“Where else? My room?” He rolled his eyes as he went to the direction of his bedroom.
“Oh? I thought you said you weren’t a domestic Troll?” She had the gall to tease him, and Branch bristled as he felt his cheeks warm.
“Shut up!”
Branch allowed himself to let out a small smile as he heard Poppy giggle. He fully intends to make up for lost time and savor what’s left of the Frolicking season. His bunker will stink of sex, sweat, and bodily fluids, and it will take time for him to fan it out. But it will all be worth it if it means he will spend more time with this wonderful female he will continue to share this experience with.
While there were still some uncertainties about the future of their relationship, Branch wasn’t willing to have this experience sour over something that hadn’t happened yet.
Maybe this stupid Frolicking— Ahem— These Spring Flings isn’t so bad after all… However, Branch still decided that the name was still a naff.
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Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 1: Dread on Arrival
(Part 2)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#jiang fengmian#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#Yungmeng Jiang Training Arc AU#MDZS AU#The AU name for this idea is something I am 100% willing to change if someone has a better one.#There will be at least 2-3 more comics so *please*. Ideas and feedback welcome.#The core idea behind this AU is that LWJ goes to study with the Yunmeng Jiang sect instead of JC and WWX going to Cloud Recess#But why? Well I imagine Lan Xichen set it up to give LWJ a challenge (more social than skill based) and LWJ rose to it (begrudgingly)#Sort of a 'You've mastered so many Lan techniques but Other Sects have styles that are worth learning.' set up.#Lan Qiren agrees mostly on the basis that...well it's LWJ. Yunmeng Jiang is unruly but LWJ is beyond that riff-raff. He'll rise above it.#This is the story of a boy who thrives on routine and rules spending time in a place that is his apparent antithesis.#Also it is so warm there. He is used to it being cold and what do you MEAN just take off some of my layers?#I just want to see him struggle and flail in many situations. And get him in Jiang Purple. Is that so wrong of me?#(Soaking wet JC is part of my 'JC was born to swim; forced to hold a sword' agenda. Do not remove him from the water)#((Politeness notes: JFM would *not* call LWJ 'lan wangji' nor would LWJ be vocally impolite to a sect leader.))
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OPEN STARTER | Patrick Finch
"I condone lying. I encourage it, even. I recommend it. I could hardly live without it."
#;open starter#the wolf;patrick#the wolf;open#he's always the most difficult one GOSH#also you must envision he's saying this with this weird open deadpan stare where he#well how do i put it: he's clearly fucking with you but he does it with such an open genuine expression#i mean he does condone lying he's not lying here (LKDSG!!!) but he is also fucking around#so this is Patrick he's 37 or anywhere around that age he's agender primarily he/him pronouns bc whatever yknow#the agender vibes of WHATEVER i know what i'm talking about trust me i have a phd in agenderism#anyways he's an informant but about as unorthodox as you can imagine he's just fucking around and finding out frankly#very depressed very jumpy very good at hiding it lmao he's my darling ♥#he is very motherly somehow i can't explain it#he has somewhat of a history in accidentally attempting to adopt powerful young women i don't know why he???#knee-jerks into wanting to be a mother figure i don't know him that well you guys#like he met suki (ferre's kamipyre) for a few minutes one time and#days after he was wondering if she'd wore a jacket because it was cold out like--#men don't get the same kindness if you're a charming kind-hearted competent warm and humorous DAD kind of guy he's unfortunately#emotionally attracted to you? unfortunately because he hates it~ but if you're any other kind of guy you're just... you're some guy to him#yes if you're young he'll adopt you too but begrudgingly-- KLDGFGKLFDHGJF#if you're a they/them you're his kid already are you kidding that's your mum#OH I JUST HAD A TERRIBLE THOUGHT so do you know om*g*verse?? regardless of how you feel about it#it do be a thing and i just had this horrible thought about how if pat were a real guy in an established canon#he'd probs get the feminisation treatment amiright?? NO LISTEN HE USED TO BE A HUGE WOLF#AND HE'S ACTUALLY FILLED WITH SO MUCH RAGE AND WRONGED PRIDE#patrick is gentle when he likes you and because he's Smart he doesn't just BITE out of nowhere he's always been like that#Fenris was known for being INCREDIBLY well-spoken BUT ALSO A HUGE PROUD WOLF#LIKE BIG WOLF-- it doesn't show but he's Very Proud and STRONG and ??????#;queue#i picked a gif came back and realized i lost it there for a sec NO MATTER makes for good entertainment
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"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:
And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.
Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.
Much love. xxx
please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]
ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—
sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.
(i am feeling unhinged about it)
SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:
The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore
^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this
that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.
it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.
maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.
sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3
#liv in the replies#every time you send me a message i do the thing where i’ve got heart emojis for thumbs & cease any coherency#FIRSTLY chris driedger who i loved as seattle’s goalie without even knowing the story:#dreidger fourth layer of a dream is making me tear up AGAIN hours later as i try to write this the echl the coast easy come hard to leave &#when he talks about being somebody’s guy laying my head down in the bog & dragging my hands over my face chris who let you say that. who let#u break my HEART i truly don’t think i will ever recover from the inception reference bc that’s what they all talk abt u know? the nhl dream#the players’ tribune articles are often some of the most poetic & touching sports writing & every time i am reminded i lose my shit about it#SECONDLY:#the ever present spectre of dylan’s first boyfriend zach werenski#i have so so so many quotes? drafts? posts? about the thing with saying someone’s name to call them closer to you i say your name to speak#more of you into the world so i will possibly look for some of those to say what i mean but also: this poem was originally reminiscent of#willingly by tess gallagher which is my ajax jack / superbuddies poem & this specifically did go with the a drop of paint / the light has#fallen through you part of it but there’s a part of THIS poem which i did not include that talks about the late light / has already happened#will go on happening forever & that whole poem with this now to say i know it’s embarrassing i’m asking for it :: easy to write about light#like falling asleep on the couch & having to carry yourself up to bed is the dylan/zach heartbreak of this. waiting & waiting for the things#you used to do & the love you used to / were promised to have with the hope that if you keep the coffee ready he’ll come drink it & instead#you have too many cups of tea one yours & one cold then half-warmed over & too sweet for your tastes but you’ve learned to drink it anyway#okAY now third:#this w/the UMICH BOYS? N O I DIDN’T EVEN!!! NOT A THOUGHT IN MY BRAIN!!! & now i can’t stop thinking!!! & i had an entire PLAYLIST already#a ??? while ago before i even truly knew the umich boys Narratives™️ i heard maude latour’s song ‘one more weekend’ & went hahaha isn’t that#a great song for when you have that One Summer of college before everyone splits off into their own lives? isn’t that a fun little umich boy#going into the nhl narrative?? to which i said NO but then it spiraled into a playlist &now there is delightful heartbreak to go with vibes#umich scholars please feel free to correct me if i’m wrong on any points i can’t remember anything presently about anything#also the f a c t that that vegas picture is real and i know exactly what you’re talking about is making me %^•*]+£’ bc how!! is that real!!!#okay ALSO just throwing in brinksy like a casual AHAHA have brainworm for a year (my autocorrect tried to go bringst like angst which. lmao)#connor and dylan… all of my journeymen… we did not touch that because i WILL start yelling about sam gagner and marc staal and#the chrysalis and the caterpillar
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࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 11:07 P.M 」
divorce scare apology fic🤞🏻 yes people, in the spirit of april 1, it’s gojo who is having dreams :)) and i promise you it’s straight up comfort fic~
a part of gojo's love entries
you’ve known something is bugging satoru as he hasn’t been teasing the heck out of you for these past three days.
and you were proven true when tonight, on your marital bed, he said—
“so… i’ve been thinking…” he started, seemingly deep in thought, playing with your hair. “oh, more like it’s because of this one bad dream…”
“what are you on about?” you raised an eyebrow. okay, you knew something was up with him, but him being a bit skittish made you a bit worried.
“umm, yeah. so, the other day i had this dream about us in tokyo district court—”
“district court—?”
“—getting a divorce, yeah.”
your eyes rounded, and satoru could feel himself almost regretting his words seeing your stunned expression, so he added a band-aid—
“no, it was just a dream! i’m not divorcing you, okay?!”
however, your expression had soured, as you looked down, visibly heartbroken. alarmed, satoru immediately pulled you to his chest.
“oh, ooh— there, there,” he soothed you, stroking your hair. “sweets, no. never. okay? i’m just telling you, just like what you did the other day.”
you had a dream of him cheating on you once, but this was wholly different.
“you’re the worst,” you accused, and despite yourself, you felt an ache in your chest. “how could such thought even cross your mind— that you dream about it?”
“if i can pick my dream… i’ll pick the memory from our honeymoon— precisely when i ripped your black and pink lingerie off and made you scream my name, you know that.”
you huffed, burying your face in his chest. “hmph. explain.”
satoru smiled, finding you so incredibly precious. silly wifey.
he proceeded as he pat your back. “nothing really, i’m still bitter too! no way in hell! but then i started thinking… what would you do in 0.001% chance of us being divorced?”
you pulled away, growling. “…so there’s still a chance—!”
“noooo! that’s statistically impossible! aren’t we having a late night talk? we’re always talking about imaginary scenarios at night, aren’t we?!”
what was the point of this? it was only upsetting you with each second.
“how could you ask me that?” you glared at him resentfully. “if we’re divorced, then—” you grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. “what about baby? do you not want to see him anymore?”
and in that moment it seemed like he just realized it too as he sheepishly scratched his head, mouth gaping. “ah—”
his response caused your hormones to stir, and combined by your disbelief, you spitefully threw his hand away and turned to your side, refusing to face him.
“if you dare to divorce me, i’ll move out japan at a moment’s notice,” you spat out, crossing your arms. “i won’t let you see my baby— and i’ll put a restraining order on you too, just so you see.”
“whoa, wait—”
“or i can also jump from yasohachi bridge and then become a curse—i’ll haunt you to your dying days!”
“—?! you can’t do that!”
“oh, i can also remarry! i’ll marry ichiji so fast and by the time the baby is born, your kid will have his name instead!”
“ichi— hey! that’s insulting! i would’ve forgiven if it was nanami, but ichiji?!”
“shut up! you’re— you’re annoying!”
in hindsight, this wasn’t something you should get this much worked up for. satoru was obviously just being his dense self and you knew it, but somehow the thought of him suddenly not by your side anymore hurt you— and perhaps your unstable hormones played a part too.
. . . but then his strong arms wrapped around you in that instant, enveloping you in his warm and reassuring embrace from behind. “hey… sweets, don’t be mad…”
“…”
“if you do, baby will also be—”
“you are making us mad.”
“okay, okay.” satoru sighed, his right palm reaching out to caress your five-month baby bump, and his voice was tinted with slight regret as he replied, “sorry…”
you melted a bit, but still gave him the cold shoulder, showing how cross you were that he brought it up in the first place.
and both of you stayed that way for a while, and you started to get sleepy, until you heard him muttering—
“still… whatever you do,” his voice sounded strained, and it made you awake again. “even when i’m not here… you can’t get yourself hurt, alright?”
“what does that mean?” you finally turned towards him, your eyes shone with slight panic. “what do you mean with you not being here?”
“nothing, sweetheart.” satoru grinned, pinching your cheek. “just saying—since i’m away often, don’t do anything reckless, you can get hurt.”
“don’t put it as if you’re going to go some place far away.” you didn’t know what you were spouting now, but you were tired and just didn’t want to pursue this conversation any longer.
you bit your lip, not looking at him. “or… i’ll get sad.”
seeing you so vulnerable and open like this made satoru realize that as much as he needed you to stay sane, you also needed him. the clarity stirred something within him, causing warmth to rapidly spread in his chest.
and he felt soft. so soft for you. and he adored you, more than anyone else in this wretched world.
“aw, look at my baby girl.” your husband cradled you close to him with a wide grin, patting you soothingly, his heart fluttering. “how can i leave you be a single mother? i’m here, yeah? always.”
and you believed him. otherwise, you were willing to risk it all just to get him home, by your side.
you smushed your face into his chest, ignoring your burning face. “hmph, being a single mother isn’t that bad. i can still drain your wealth.”
“huh?! wait, you just said you’ll be sad without me!”
and you thought, being in his embrace is the most comforting place of all.
epilogue
“by the way, i just realized…” satoru fixed his frown on you accusingly in the next morning. “how is your taste in men so bad? why ichiji as your first pick?”
“uh,” you were at a loss of words, totally not expecting this discussion on a brand new morning. “because… he’s kind? he’s easiest to sway—”
“so you’re saying… you can seduce him easily?!”
“…sort of? but you’re right, i should go for nanami. he’s way good-looking. or his apprentice… what’s his name again? ino takuma—”
“nanami? ino?! wait a minute…! y-you’re my wife… but you’re also thinking about which man is easier to seduce and which is more attractive?!”
“uh— you’re the one asking first!”
“still! so you do think about them! about weaker, lesser men who are not me!”
“nanami is not—!”
“hoh?! so it’s nanami, huh!?”
“don’t you dare to start anything, gojo satoru,” you hissed. “you said my taste in men is bad. so that includes you too.”
“wha?!”
#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk drabbles#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk imagines#jjk x you#jjk fanfic#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru#satoru gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#gojo x you#gojo fluff#gojo satoru imagines#jjk fluff#gojo satoru fluff#satoru gojo fluff#jjk gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jutusu kaisen x reader#satoru x reader#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo
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𝄞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤
`• sukunaxfem!reader, nanamixfem!reader, gojoxfem!reader, getoxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, bdsm, multiple orgasm, over simulation, brain fucked, kinky, filthy •`
what did you just get yourself into... you should have known being nice to a men will always turn into something a lot more. men don't take being nice so easily. they think deep in their fucked up minds that nice is equal you wanting to fuck them. you wanting to have their fat cocks shoved deep inside your wet cunt, hitting your womb with their leaking tip, making it nice and moist before they fill you- gushing their boiling seeds inside of you.
after all, that's what men always think about. even business men. even uninterested men.
𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨. nanami was always about business, he took it very seriously. the gambling sessions. the gambling meeting. were all very serious for him. he never had time to get his cock wet with a pussy- he did enjoy the gentle touchs of woman. he did enjoy their heated skin against his cold one. he did enjoy a tight pussy being ripped- teared up with his fat cock. he did enjoy the taste of a juicy cunt squirting all over his face. he did enjoy being drunk off a pussy. but not all woman. specific woman- woman that he can share with his dear work friends.
woman like you.
𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮. geto was a busy men. he never liked to waste time on things that didn't give him anything he desired in return. he was simple instead of going around and looking for a pussy to keep his throbbing cock warm- his hands would keep his company. masturbation was something he did to relief his stress. tight grip on his cock, tugging on his hardness, feeling the veins that surrounded his dick pluse with need. swiping his tattood finger against his wet clit, before he tugs on the peircing that was placed directly on his red tip- prince albert peircing. loving the sting it gives him everytime he harshly pull on it.
and he knew a woman like you, would love having his pierced cock hitting your womb.
𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮. gojo was playful. a confident men who had no shame barking about the size of his huge cock. who had no enough shame to hide his hard on the moment he glanced at your perky ass. smirking at the sight, as his cock push against his zipper ready to spread your cheeks and fill your tight little ass. he was an ass men. loving the sight of a plumpy ass shaking, trembling as he ate it from behind. leaving bites, purplish red marks on it. he craved using toys to plug his warm seeds inside of the tiny hole whenever he filled it. having the urge to fill it again. and again. and again. till he leaves a tummy bludge from how much he spurted inside.
and he needed to claim your ass with his seeds.
𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧. sukuna wasn't on business like his friends were. he simply didn't give a fuck about ruining business when he shoots their future partnerships. he found women pathetic. and he wouldn't hesitate to make a hole through their skull if they as much as dare to touch him. touch him thinking they can seduce him. but little did he know that a woman like you would be into that shit. would be into getting her tight cunt fucked with his gun. gushing all over it, as he fucks you roughly with it. tearing your walls apart, while his finger was still on the trigger- it had him almost cumming his pants at the sight of you squirting on his gun, not giving a fuck that a bullet can almost tear up your insides. to lost in pleasure.
he won't deny that he was also indeed lost in pleasure to.
your whole body buzzed. buzzed with unbearable pleasure. here you were tied up, hands behind your back- tied tight with a silk robe, the pain of how tight it was stinged. not in a bad way. but in a good way. tears of pleasure slipped out of your rolled eyes one by one. each drop followed by your body twitch.
your wet cunt was ripped apart with a huge dildo vibrating at full speed inside of you. not stopping even after you reach your 3rd orgasm. spurting your hot fluid, as it trails down the desk you were spread wide on. giving a full view to the four man in front of you. full view of your abused red puffy pussy.
they didn't utter any words. the only sound the was filled in the huge office was your whines, whimper, cries, screams, as you beg them to stop. the only sound that was filled in their huge office was your wet cunt, creating an embarrassing wet gushing sound as you release your fluid. your pussy creating filthy noises that pleasure their ears.
you can see the wet spot that was forming on their pants, their fat cocks pressing against their zippers giving you a view of their leaking cocks. and this seems to cause your 4th orgasm. your body arch as you squirt out your warm fluid, hearing a groan coming from gojo satoru at the sight of you shooting your cum.
"fuck hell, what a sexy little thing" gojo moan out, palming his desperate cock. while eyeing your trembling figure. he's never been this turned on.
"I guess we're going to have a lot of fun today".
: ̗̀➛ for part 2 click 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
#sukuna x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader#sukuna smut#gojo smut#geto smut#nanami smut#sukuna ryomen x reader#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader#nanami kento x reader#sukuna ryomen#gojo satoru#geto suguru#nanami kento#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk fanfic#jujutsu kaisen x reader#sukuna ryomen smut#gojo satoru smut#geto suguru smut#nanami kento smut#sukuna x you#gojo x you#geto x you#nanami x you
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Consider yourself lucky
heian era sukuna x male reader
A/n: I love glazing sukuna idc what anyone says sukuna is literally so fine and he has done nothing wrong, also i js wanna say ty to @ — mmonikurr for helping me w this :)
Cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT : dub-con , belly distortion , two cocks (sukuna) , manhandling , fear play , forced eye contact , begging , reader is stated to have a “feminine figure” but u don’t have to have one if u don’t want one 👍🏽 , praise kink (if u squint hard enough) , mentions of mpreg
Y/n’s eyes fixated on his once beloved clan ‘s home, his breathing came out raggedy and rushed, as if he just ran a marathon.
Who could’ve done such destruction on this big village?
Through the smoke y/n saw a large figure emerge, along with a slightly smaller figure walking beside it. The both of them bared no wounds and actually looked cleaner than ever.
Y/n slowly raised himself from his knees and began steadily walking backwards, keeping his eyes on the two figures who chatted away in front of his burning clan.
Y/n descended into the forest slowly but surely, occasionally making sure his footing was in the correct position. CRACK! Y/n’s face went pale as he realized what he had done.
A stick had perfectly positioned itself below y/n’s foot and snapped in half, causing the big sound. The man wasted no time in running as fast as he could, using the bases of the trees as small boosts as he booked it.
But tonight was not y/n’s night, as he then tripped and fell over an uprooted branch. Fear and adrenaline coursed through y/n’s veins but there was no time to get up, as both the large figure and smaller figure steadily made their way towards the fallen man.
Y/n did nothing but close his eyes and pray to himself that he would be able to survive this night and be able to see another day. The footsteps gradually became closer until they finally stopped by his feet.
“Uraume, check this boy for any injuries” a deep and menacing voice spoke, y/n heard “uraume” hum before being forced onto his knees and having to look into uruame’s red eyes.
Y/n stared into their eyes as they thoroughly checked his face, uruame’s fingers gracefully floated over y/n’s face, taking their time to touch and probe at the man’s face, occasionally rubbing some dirt off of y/n’s face.
“He’s all clear sir” uraume spoke before back to where they once stood. “Good to hear, I don’t want my playthings to be ugly with a face full of scars” the large figure walked towards y/n, their extremely buff and big figure making the smaller male on the ground cower more into the dirt in fear.
“Get up” the bigger male’s voice commanded. Y/n basically jumped to his feet, looking up at the other man’s face with tears in his eyes. “Hm, what a precious boy we have, truly much better looking than all the others” y/n’s cheeks became a sweet pink color as the compliment sunk into his skin.
A pair of large and course hands wrapped themselves around y/n’s waist, causing the male to gasp from the sudden touch. Another pair of hands caressed y/n’s face, “my name is sukuna ryomen , but to you, it ‘s master, got it?” Y/n nodded as soon as sukuna finished his introduction.
“What a feminine body you have.. are you sure you’re not a girl?” Y/n tensed up, “no master.. im no girl..” the smaller male said through trembling lips and in a tiny voice.
Sukuna hummed, “what a shame, I would’ve impregnated you the moment you said you were” y/n ‘s face grew hot with the thought of someone more huger than him rearranging his insides.
“Guess you’ll have to do for now” y/n let out a surprised gasp as he then felt his robe being undone and being swept off his shoulders. The cold air of the night breezed over y/n ‘s exposed skin, making him shiver.
“Aw, want me to warm you up sweet boy?” Sukuna ‘s words were laced with lust and desire, y/n opened his mouth to respond but was then cut off as sukuna ‘s bottom pair of arms lifting him off the ground as if he were nothing.
Y/n and sukuna were now at eye level with each other. Sukuna ‘s four eyes staring deep within the naked man ‘s soul, y/n couldn’t help but avert his gaze away from sukuna ‘s deformed face.
Causing sukuna to get irritated and grab y/n ‘s face with one of his many hands, “look at me, boy, I am your savior, I am your god, so you will treat me as so”.
Y/n could do nothing but whimper and force himself to once again look into sukuna ‘s eyes. “Good boy” ryomen purred, his already cocky smirk growing even more cockier by the second as he looked at y/n’s fearful face.
And just like a god, sukuna dropped y/n back on the forest floor because “mortals have no business being on par with their gods”.
The “god” placed a hand on y/n ‘s head, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging him more close to his upper inner thigh. “As a servant, you must do everything I say, alright?” Y/n nodded eagerly.
“Hm, that’s what I like to see, now, as your first task for me, you will suck my cock. Got it?” Sukuna watched as y/n shakily nod and reach up to untie his pants lace.
Y/n then grabbed the hem of sukuna’s pants and slowly pulled them down, revealing not only one, but two extremely long and thick cocks. Drool dripped out the corners of y/n ‘s mouth as he stared intently at the two cocks.
Sukuna chuckled, “hasn’t anyone taught you staring is rude?” Y/n blushed and bowed his head, “m-my apologies.. master..” , sukuna chuckled and pulled on y/n ‘s hair. Causing the man to yelp and grab onto sukuna ‘s strong thighs.
Y/n looked up into ryomen ‘s demanding eyes, “well? Get to it slut” , y/n let out a quick ‘yes master!’ Before wrapping his lips around the tip of one of sukuna ‘s cocks while groping the base of the other.
Sukuna groaned as he then moved his hands that were in y/n ‘s hair down to the base of his neck. Y/n licked and slurped on sukuna ‘s big and girthy tip, coating it entirely in saliva.
“Fuck.. go down that shaft, I need to feel my head hit the back of that whorish mouth” y/n did what was asked of him and began to slowly deepthroat sukuna ‘s cock. Gaining a loud and drawn out groan out of sukuna.
Soft and whispered curses leaked out of sukuna ‘s mouth as y/n began to bob his head on sukuna’s cock, making his way down the base.
While y/n worked on sukuna’s top cock, he began to stroke the bottom one at a slow pace, making sure to fondle the balls as well.
“Fuck.. I’m c-cumming.. don’t even try to pull back now, you’re going to take my entire load deep in that slutty throat of yours” and just like that, sukuna came in y/n ‘s mouth, coating his once pink insides a creamy white.
Sukuna ‘s second cock spurted it’s essence onto y/n ‘s bare chest, some dripping down to his abdomen and down his own cock.
Y/n ‘s pushed himself off sukuna ‘s cock with a gasp, coughing up some left over cum that got stuck in his throat. “We’re not done yet boy, get up”.
The cum-covered man got up, his legs trembling as if he were a newly born fawn. Sukuna ‘s bottom arms wrapped themselves around y/n ‘s waist, hoisting him up to where his head laid comfortably between sukuna ‘s pecs.
Sukuna’s hands then slowly slid down towards y/n ‘s ass, taking the two cheeks into his palms. Spreading them out enough to where y/n ‘s hole was visible. Sukuna then took one of his hands off of y/n ‘s ass to perfectly position one of his cocks directly below y/n ‘s hole.
The sound of the combination of a wet cock and a dry hole filled the quiet forest, along with a surprised moan from y/n. Sukuna smirked at y/n ‘s response, but he wanted a more extreme reaction.
A light went off above sukuna ‘s head as an idea popped into his malicious mind. Ryomen thrusted his hips up, making contact with y/n ‘s plush cheeks. Y/n through his head back as he let out a much more pleasurable and loud moan than before, along with that, a string of a certain warm and creamy white substance squirted out of the tip of y/n ‘s cock.
“Cant even handle a single thrust? This isn’t looking good for you boy” sukuna said with a snicker, y/n was about to argue with him but decided to kept his mouth shut. Ryomen slid y/n back up, earning a groan out of him. Sukuna then grabbed his other cock and positioned beside his other cock.
He slid the tip in, causing y/n to dig his face into the crevasse of sukuna ‘s pecs. And with another thrust, ryomen ‘s other cock had successfully entered y/n ‘s already filled hole.
Y/n clawed at sukuna ‘s arms, drawing a bit of blood. The pain that sukuna was suppose to be feeling was replaced with ecstasy and the desire for more. MORE pain, MORE pleasure.
“Ready?” Sukuna asked, but didn’t wait for y/n ‘s response. Sukuna slid y/n up one last time before delivering a powerful thrust into his hole. Y/n cried out, tears forming in his eyes from the thrust of sukuna ‘s hips.
Ryomen continued to deliver harsh and heavy thrusts into y/n ‘s already recked hole, y/n begged for sukuna to stop, but he was already too far gone in pleasure to be able to hear y/n ‘s pleads.
Y/n felt the many veins that drove along sukuna ‘s long and hard cocks, the veins were enough to drive y/n insane as they rubbed against the tight and gummy walls of his insides.
Sukuna ‘s cocks twitched, signaling that he was close to his release. Y/n sobbed as he realized that he would be downgraded to nothing but a cumslut and a cocksleeve for a curse that was way more stronger than him in every way.
“Take my kids into that precious hole of yours slut, maybe then you could actually gain a purpose for something” y/n knew what “purpose” he would gain, he would become a mother to children he could not bare.
With a couple more thrusts, y/n felt sukuna ‘s cocks unload their last gallon of cum into his once pure hole.
Sukuna breathed heavily, trying to catch an ounce of fresh air in the steamy and hot ecosystem him and his new slut had made.
“Consider yourself lucky I didn’t kill you, but now, you must work for me, you’ll worship me and my existence altogether, your nothing without me, your only purpose for me is to be a hole I can put my two cocks in and bare my kids in that stomach of yours” sukuna whispered delicately into y/n ‘s ear. Causing the poor man to shiver and shakily nod.
“Uraume, mind cleaning me and my new toy?”
#sukuna x male reader#sukuna x reader#bottom male reader#sub male reader#𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 — *+:｡.｡#jjk x male reader#jjk x reader#wait i’m goated#i’m cooking#male reader smut
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disarm (18+)
contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina; reader is called ‘girl’ once; sexual tension; drunk!flirty!steve; lil bit of inspection kink; size kink; teasing; no smut just whorish vibes
author note: i hope you folks like it! i won’t be doing a part 2 of this one, but hope you enjoy the tension :)
Steve’s always saying weird shit to you when he’s drunk.
You know he’s just uninhibited. That if he were sober he’d be so embarrassed. You keep telling yourself that, at least.
The first time he approaches you like this, he asks, “What color underwear you got on?”
You humor him, tipsy yourself. “Take a guess.”
Steve really looks like he’s thinking, dilated pupils staring deep into yours. “Red?”
“Nope.” you can’t stop looking at him, and he isn’t looking away either. “They’re blue, actually.”
“How’d you know that’s my favorite color?” he asks, voice low, leaning forward to rest his palm on your knee.
“Oh, you think I wore them for you?”
“I wish.”
He’s easily distracted and the conversation goes no further. It’s easy to shrug him off. You know he’s a whore, anyway - have to hear about his most recent date every time you see him.
But then it happens again.
Steve stops you in the hallway at the next party, his warm hand curling around your bicep gently. Makes you stop walking to look at him.
“Havin’ fun?” he asks. His t-shirt is cut low - your eyes are drawn to the dark patch of hair on his chest.
“I think so.”
He grins, borderline diabolical. Teeth straight and white, blunt edges that could bite bruises into your skin. “There’s a free bedroom upstairs if you wanna have more.”
“Huh?”
“I said -“ he leans in towards you, until the tip of his nose touches yours, “- there’s a free bedroom upstairs if you want to have more fun.”
He doesn’t stay very serious, however. He giggles, pulls away from you and winks before continuing on his way. You roll your eyes after him, trying to brush off the way he made your stomach flip. He apparently doesn’t fuck without a first date, anyway.
And then it just sort of keeps happening. Sometimes he’d just stare at you, mouth slightly agape, watching you from the other side of the room. Or he’d make sure his palm presses firmly against the small of your back as he “squeezes past” you to grab another drink, despite there being a five foot clearance.
One night, when he’s more drunk than usual - something to do with a bad week at work - he goes a lot farther than he has. He finds you in the corner of the living room, looking at the lines in your own palm.
“Hey,” he says, quite loudly, startling you.
When you look up, he’s extremely close to you. Eyes soft, but staring into yours. He smells like maraschino cherries, no doubt from the strawberry daiquiris he won’t admit he loves. “Hi,” you breathe, trying to look at his eyes, but they keep moving languidly from your eyes to your lips to your chest. Your breasts peak out from the scoop-neck of the baby tee you’re wearing. And, okay, it’s baby blue - you may have worn it just to see what he’d do.
“Can I help you?” you ask.
He nods, nose slanting downwards towards your tits. “Y’never really wear stuff like that.”
You shake your head. “Not really.”
“Why not?”
You grin. “Because pervs like you will stare.”
He scoffs. “That’s ‘stactly why you shouldn’t be wearin’ it here.”
Your eyes narrow at him. Now he’s just being annoying. “Oh, are you mad?”
“A little.” He licks his lips, tongue stained red from the mixer. “You should only be wearin’ somethin’ like that when you’re gonna get fucked.”
Your eyes widen, heart hammering in your chest, enough to feel it in your throat. He’s never been so forward before. And he’s backing you into the wall, trapping you in - very deliciously.
He tilts his head, highlighted hair bobbing over his forehead. “Are you gonna get fucked tonight?”
You swallow hard, blood icy cold. You’re not used to this tango, not with him. “You tell me.”
Steve blinks like he’s also shocked, goes a little slack jawed. He looks down at your tits, then back up. “I think you should get fucked tonight.”
Your hand clenches around your drink, threatening to fall to the floor. You’re weak, sore and needy between the legs.
Perhaps he’s willing to make an exception for the date rule for you.
“Will I?”
“With tits like those?” He nods down again. “Bet you’ve got the sweetest nipples. You like havin’ ‘em bit? Sucked?”
You wonder if he feels the heat radiating off of your face. “Steve,” you say, trying to give him a warning. You can’t breathe, knees beginning to shake. “What kind of friend asks that?”
His jaw clenches, then unclenches. “So you just see me as a friend?”
You bite your cheek. “That’s what you are, aren’t you? Or do you know something I don’t?”
“I -“
You’re both startled by the sound of champagne popping, shrieks and woops breaking you out of whatever you were just entangled in. And Steve, so easily distracted, groans and marches towards the kitchen, shouting, “I told you to take that shit outside!”
You inhale deep, thumping chest caving in, collarbones turning sharp. It’s suddenly so cold without him in front of you. You run a hand through your hair and look around, spotting Robin grinning at you from ear to ear. You roll your eyes at her and move through the living room to get some water and air.
You wonder if he’ll even remember when he’s sober. If he’ll apologize for asking something so insane. But he either doesn’t remember or wants to forget, because when you’re back to return tapes two days later he acts completely normal. It isn’t a bad thing - it’s a bit fun to play with him in such a non-serious way. Though you do find his hands gripping the next tape you rent for a bit too long, shoves your change into your hand and lets his palm linger against yours.
Another get together - you can hardly call it a party when there’s only ten people present - brings you back to his apartment two weeks later. It’s much more low key and he, in turn, drinks much less. He still gets drunk, though - laughing loudly, freckled neck on display. Does things he gives Robin shit for. You laugh beside her when she scoffs at him, throwing a pillow across the way to hit him in the back of the head.
“I’m gonna get a drink,” she says. “Do you want one?”
You tell her you’re okay and she’s off, leaving the couch beside you empty. Which Steve notes. Immediately.
“What’s a place like you doin’ in a girl like this?”
“You invited me,” you remind, the couch dipping as he sits beside you.
“Ohhh. And why’d I do that?”
You hum, trying to suppress a smile. “I don’t know. You must like me.”
He narrows his eyes. “You know I do.”
You’re already getting horny again. “Because I leave big tips for you?”
“And what do you know about big tips, huh?”
You laugh, a little shrill, feeling very much on the spot. Then he grabs your hand, pulling it up against his. You assume he’s comparing the size - a clear flirting tactic - and you watch him with much adoration as he examines them together. His first knuckle is able to come down on your finger tips and he grins. “You’ve got small hands.”
“Maybe yours are just freakishly big.”
“Wanna know what else is?”
Which, truly, in any other situation this would be funny. But it so isn’t. His words are deathly serious to you.
“Well, it can’t be your brain.”
Steve scoffs again. “Oh, funny.”
Out of nowhere, you’re doused with something cold. Robin’s tripped on the rug, spilling her wine on you. You gasp just as she says, “Oh, shit!”
“Rob-in!” Steve sounds more than exasperated with her, but it’s hard to take it seriously when he’s slurring.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry - I got - I tripped - with my big clown feet - oh my god, are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” you promise, despite the huge red stain on your white shirt. It’s still dripping down you, onto your skirt. Drenched. “Uh, let me go to the bathroom.”
“I’ll help,” Steve says, stumbling when he stands, helping you off the couch. You’re certain he won’t be much help but you accept his assistance anyway.
You’ve noticed how Steve gets into these dad modes. Like, one time Robin choked on a lemon seed that was in her water and Steve wouldn’t let her drink without him checking her cup for two months afterwards. And there was the time that Eddie, clumsier than Robin, tripped and scraped his knee, and Steve acted like Eddie was five. So now it’s your turn, ushered into his bathroom while he props you against the counter and scrounges around for a towel.
“It’s okay,” you say, “I’m just wet.”
“I got it,” he assures, running a washcloth under the tap. You’re sure he thinks he’s helping, as much as he can when he’s inebriated, but you’re very certain a wet washcloth won’t help. He swats your hands away when you try to take it from him, and he starts blotting the wine.
His hair in your face smells fruity, like his hairspray. “Steve, I don’t think this is doin’ much.”
His brows are knitted in concentration. “‘s almost out.”
You look down. It is not.
But you let him feel important anyway. Watching as he dabs and dabs and dabs over your sternum. His breath tickling your neck. And now that the shock has worn off, you’re getting turned on again. By his attention, how he’s trying to help, how his big fucking paws are right there. You’re practically begging god to make him do something when his hands start wandering.
Steve brings the towel over your breast, blotting as usual, then slowing. Like it’s clicking what he’s doing. And then he presses a little harder, lingers for a while. His palm touching you more than the cloth. His eyes drift up to yours as he moves towards the other. And instead of blotting, his hand cups it.
You simply let him.
The cold has made your nipples perk up under your bralette. Steve’s thumb swipes over the hardened nub. You both stare at each other, willing the other to do more, but it’s left in a stalemate. Steve throws the washcloth in the sink, lets his hand slide over your heart.
“Heartbeat’s so fast,” he observes softly. “What’s that all about, huh?”
You swallow hard. “Lot of excitement.”
His eyes drift down. “I can tell.”
You take a big breath, looking away from him. “Do you have something I could borrow?”
“Like what?”
“Like, a shirt?”
Steve blinks, looking sad. “Oh. Yeah, yeah, prob’ly.”
As you walk behind him to his room, you decide you’ll throw him a bone whenever the opportunity arises. You certainly can’t have him thinking you don’t like his attention. You watch him clumsily rifle through his closet before he finds a black sweater that’ll match your skirt well enough.
It makes you dizzy how it smells like him, even freshly laundered. “Thank you.”
“Mhm.” Steve simply stands in front of you, hands on his hips, lips pulled in tight. Looking at you like he’s thinking really hard.
You bite your lip, heartbeat fastening again. You turn from him to place the shirt on his bed, which seems to snap him out of whatever stupor he’s in. He clears his throat and turns to leave, but you call after him.
“Steve?”
He turns, brows furrowed. “Yeah?”
You inhale deep before slowly peeling your shirt off of you. Taking your time, letting it catch on the curve of your breasts. You let it slip to his floor and you continue watching him. Watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, his nostrils flaring, chestnut eyes staring right at your bra-clad chest. You’re so hot you’re beginning to sweat - and then you reach behind you to unclasp your wet bralette.
Steve’s jaw drops comically slow as it joins your shirt on the floor. You can’t help but to smile.
“What do you think?” you ask quietly.
He shakes his head slowly. “Think you’ve been holdin’ out on me.”
You press your tits together with your arms as you shrug at him, turning around to fetch the sweater he’s given you. You figure it’ll be enough for him to know you’re wearing his shirt, chest bare underneath, but then he says, “Your skirt is wet, too.”
You don’t turn to look at him as you grab the fabric, leaning forward for it. “Don’t suppose you have one for me to borrow?”
You didn’t even hear him walking up behind you. You’re suddenly pressed into the bed, his hand pushing down on the space between your shoulder blades to keep you against the mattress. Your breath hitches, stomach flipping. You feel how hard he is against your ass, and he grinds once before sliding down to kneel behind you.
“What are you doing?” you breathe.
“Checkin’ out the damage.” His hands push your skirt up, up, up, until it rests above your ass. You feel his breath fanning across the back of your thighs. “Y’know,” he continues casually, “since you said you’re wet.”
Your breaths turn shallow. Steve’s hands, warm and soft, run up the backs of your thighs slowly. You part them for him. Heat rushes to your face when he laughs behind you, but he doesn’t say anything. Must just be overjoyed that you’re letting him do this.
His hands move to your hips, squeezing them slightly before tucking his fingers under the waistband of your underwear. You’re so dizzy it almost makes you sick - but you wait patiently as he slowly pulls them down.
“Oh, you weren’t kidding,” he observes quietly. Lets your underwear hang around your knees. “All this for me?”
“Yes,” you whine. “Been - you’ve been working me up for weeks.”
“I know.”
You want to call him a bastard, but you’re stunned into silence when he parts your folds. The sound it makes is embarrassing to you, but Steve coos at it. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy. Knew you would.”
You exhale shakily. “Steve….”
“Fucked my fist to it,” he admits. “But I didn’t think it’d be so tiny.”
And then one of his fingers presses against your hole. Just enough. You short circuit, electric running through you, knees going weak. Steve’s free hand steadies them, fingers splayed out along your skin.
“Can you even get any fingers in here?” he mumbles. Circles your little hole, your eyes crossing. “Know your hands are so tiny, too.”
“No,” you force yourself to say. “Not really.”
He sounds contemplative. “Just one of mine would split you in two.”
His finger trails down, resting at your swollen clit for a few short moments before he pulls away, yanking your underwear back up.
You feel more than upset. Devastated that he’s pulled away. You want to grab him, cunt hurting from the teasing with no relief.
“Steve-“
“You know I don’t fuck without a date first,” he grins. As if he didn’t just ruin your life with whatever that was. Like he didn’t just turn you into his cock-dumb whore. Jesus Christ, if he told you to spend the rest of the night topless, you would. “So here’s what’s gonna happen, okay?”
Then he’s back, leaning over you, pushing you into his bed. His cock really straining against his jeans while he presses into your ass. He puts his lips right up against your ear. “You’re gonna get dressed ‘nd we’re gonna party, ‘kay? Then tomorrow I’m gonna pick you up and take you for breakfast.” He ruts himself into you and you moan. “Sorry, sweetheart. ‘m usually a dinner guy but I can’t wait that long to have you. How’s nine sound?”
“You… there’s n-no way you’re going to be up at nine.”
He scoffs. “‘ve got an alarm clock.”
You press your ass back into him. “You’ll forget.”
“Haven’t forgotten you so far.” Grinds against you again.
“You remember when you’re sober?”
“Honey. You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”
Then he’s off of you, leaving your tits pressed to his mattress, overwhelmed. He walks towards his desk while you desperately try to stand - your legs are still shaking. Your fingers curl around his sweater just as he comes back, arm marked up with a pen.
BREAKFAST AT 9 WITH HOTTIE :)
“See? Won’t forget.”
You’re still not so sure - you’ll have to wait and see. As you finally start pulling his sweater on, he grabs your bra, tucking it into his back pocket. “I’ll wash it for you,” he says, patting it.
“Yeah? After you cum in it?”
Steve smiles deviously. “You wanna watch me do it?”
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Hand Warmers
Lando x Fem!Reader
*ੈ✩‧₊˚warnings: swearing, mentions of boobs and touching them, super short, no use of y/n, I'm American (I think that should be a warning 🤷♀️ ), images used are not mine as are from pinterest, possible grammatical errors (its late and I have brain rot from little sleep)
*ੈ✩‧₊˚word count: 0.6k
*ੈ✩‧₊˚summary: its cold and Landos hands need to be warmed
.ೃ࿐request: Can you do a lando x reader
where reader doesn’t want to let go of his hand but she need to open something with both (or whatever you can think of) and she put his hand on top of her boob and something like that ??
Please if you have the time
*ੈ✩‧₊˚Note: Feel free to let me know if something is wrong or weird. Also feel free to request something
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Lando had been holding your hand hostage the whole day, refusing to let go despite the inconvenience. As the day progressed, his hold on your hand tightened. It was impossible to escape his hold, even as you ate your lunch, having to beg to be let go to use the bathroom. His only excuse was the freezing temperature, claiming that your hands were warmer than his and you had to help him warm up.
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The cold winter weather had taken over your apartment despite having closed the door immediately after waking in. It was more frigid than the average year, and the abundance of layers did nothing to keep you warm as you lay on the couch cuddled with your boyfriend. “I think we should turn the heater on.”
“I don’t want to get up; this is comfortable, plus your hands are warm,” Lando grumbled into the side of your neck, pulling you closer to himself to prevent you from leaving.
“Don’t."
“What? I’m not doing anything. We can warm each other up. I don’t want to let you go,” his hold on your hands tightened, placing a few kisses on your neck, snuggling closer to you.
While Lando had always been clingy, more so during the cold winter days, this was a new extreme. His cold hands firmly gripped your own, a continued desperate attempt to keep you from leaving his side. "I promise to come back once the heater is turned on."
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise," you reassure him, feeling his grip loosen, and finally, you break free. You could feel his eyes on you, closely watching as you walked to the heater and turned it on. He was skeptical about the promise you had made. The way his eyes followed your every move proved that.
"You're taking too long," he complained, voice whiny as he sat up in his spot, grabby hands reaching out in your direction. The slower you walked back to him, the more childlike he became. His pout only increased as he realized you were purposefully taking your time.
"You're being mean," he continued to whine, only stopping when you finally sat next to him again, hands immediately grabbing your own. He briefly let go of your hand to turn on the television, quickly grabbing and kissing them.
"Don't you think you've held my hand enough?"
"No, I think I've held your hand for too little," he says, slightly pouting again, leaning forward to press a light kiss to your lips. This was always his tactic for getting what he wanted. The constant pouting and occasional kisses were well-known to you. It was almost expected from him, especially when things weren't going exactly the way he wanted them to.
"Let go, Lando," you said, refusing to fall victim to his ploy– knowing that if you allowed him to get away with this, he would only use it against you.
"Noooo," he said, voice high and whiny, squeezing your hand tighter, peppering your face with kisses, gently stroking your hands.
"It's getting warmer in here," you struggle against him, letting out a sigh of relief as he finally lets go of your hands. This was a victory in your eyes, though you knew it would be a short-lived victory– Lando being a very persistent person.
"I'm still cold," he says after a few minutes, resting his hand on your waist.
“You’re annoying,” you say, moving his hands under your shirt and placing them on your breasts, shivering at the freezing touch, “You're fucking freezing.”
“Yeah, but I'm definitely getting warmer,” he gently squeezes your boobs, stealing their warmth for himself.
"At my expense," you say, your body beginning to relax as Lando's hands warmed themselves between your breasts and bra.
"You're the one who offered," he continues to softly but firmly massage and squeeze them, "I think these might be the best hand warmers."
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