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chlorinecake · 3 days

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🎙️ star-crossed lovers 【薄幸な恋人】 ⛦

summ✩ry ⭑⭒⭑ As rehearsals and promotions for your big collab stage with Enhypen become progressively more intense, you and Niki face challenges that might effect your secret relationship and standing with the company...

p✩iring ⭑⭒⭑ idol!niki x popstar!reader PREVIOUSLY

cont✩ins ⭑⭒⭑ band au, fluff, secret romance, kissing + a slightly heated make-out scene, mild bullying, LOTS of drama, reader is younger than Niki, 3.6k words

It felt strange having your hair, makeup, and clothes managed by someone else, especially in such a meticulous way.

Today was the big day of the Riot Grrlz x Enhypen fan meeting that Hybe was hosting in honor of your upcoming collaboration stage, the event acting as some sort of promotional.

The fashion theme for the day, as decided by the likes of an online poll distributed by Enhypen's Instagram account, was 'Schoolgirl / Schoolboy,' which meant everyone would be dressed in plaid neck ties and neatly-ironed button-down blazers.

“This'll have to do,” murmured one of the makeup artist's on duty, simply dusting you with a bit of blush, some gloss, and shimmery eye shadow because they couldn't find a foundation shade that matched your skin color.

“I can't find my contact solution!” Serenity exclaimed frantically in the dressing studio, searching through her sparkly teal duffle bag for the fifth time this hour.

Of course none of you were willing to assist her on the aimless contact solution hunt, especially not with the way she verbally harassed the makeup crew for not "lining her eyes right."

“Just let it go, Ren,” Sunghoon said with an annoyed sigh, “the stylists are making all of us wear glasses for the concept today anyways...”

“Okay first of all, don't call me by my nickname. Second, it's not my vision I'm worried about, but my image,” she clarified matter-of-factly, “I wanna impress the Korean fans with a big and bright boba eye moment...”

“You have sooo many problems,” Jade added with a similar irritation, rolling her eyes at the diva before a hairstylist ran over to clip in another track of fake hair.

“Tell me about it,” Serenity huffed despairingly, sticking her arms out like a scarecrow as the fashion crew adjusted the belt around her waist.

“Let's just try and maintain a good mood before the meeting guys,” you started optimistically amongst the tension, “the fans might pick up on our bad energy if we all show up pouting like this...”

“Easy for you to say,” Niki replied teasingly, “you slept like a baby last night… meanwhile, you kept me up with your insistent snoring…”

“Did not,” you whined in protest, looking back at his attractively playful expression, “it’s not my fault that the stories you tell in your groggy bedtime voice are so relaxing.”

Niki meant to reply but was rudely interrupted by Serenity’s stinky attitude, “Aww, late night bonding moment, I see? Hope a little ‘story time’ was as far as it got for you two lovebirds...”

You and Niki shook your heads in unison at her senseless comment, the rest of Enhypen and your band mates soon rushing out of the dressing room and outside to the awaiting limousine as the schedule manager directed.

“Make sure you have everything you need, guys! We’re running a bit behind on time and can’t afford any more set-backs,” exclaimed a tall, broad man in athletic wear, a black Hybe hat topping off his look.

“Got it, sir,” Jungwon replied politely, double-checking his leather cross-body bag before stepping into the vehicle, the rest of you following after him.

You didn’t expect to see Miss Kim in the front seat with the chauffeur, but you greeted her nonetheless.

“Morning, Miss Kim!,” You and Hearin started enthusiastically.

“Morning, Riot Grrlz,” she returned while not looking at any of you, writing hasty yet neat notes down on her clipboard, “I’ll be bold and assume you ladies have never attended any sort of fan event, correct?”

“Y-yes, that is correct,” Jade answered before you, crossing her legs in her seat, “this’ll be our very first experience today…”

“Oh, that’s cool for you then, isn’t it? Don’t worry if you don’t know what to say or do, by the way... just copy us,” you heard Heeseung encourage somewhere behind you, but your mind was more focused on the way Niki’s hand accidentally brushed against yours while you two glared out of the same window...

Accidentally… maybe…

“I was just getting around to that, Heeseung,” Miss Kim continued after clearing her coffee-stained throat, “Korean fans as a whole are pretty cutthroat, and whether you’re a foreigner or not, they expect you to present yourself a certain way…”

“Perfect,” Sunoo thought out loud, “they expect you to be perfect…”

“That’s just the way this idol life goes, I'm afraid,” Jungwon sighed from his seat, not empathetically, but in a realistic sense.

“Either way, you girls should be safe to mirror whatever the boys are doing if you ever feel confused…” Miss Kim trailed off, the limo being just a few feet from reaching the fan meeting center, “Good luck today, you all.”

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Things were turning out surprisingly smooth at the event, to say the least.

Needless to mention, you and Niki stayed pretty close the entire time, and the fans seemed to be amused by your attempt at famous duo heart poses with him.

“Just extend your hand like this,” he instructed while giggling, watching as your overhead heart ended up looking more like an oval to the audience.

Serenity was received as a fan favorite, too, her “boba eye” look captivating the male attendees while others were more entertained in her beginner Korean skills.

“Hwaiting,” she exclaimed confidently before the fans one too many times for your tolerance, Sunghoon’s face clearly showing just how much he was enjoying not being the cringiest person in the room for once.

Or, at least that was until an older fan requested that he and Sunoo sing and dance to the infamous aeygo Ottoke song for good luck at the show tomorrow.

“The things we do for engene,” the two boys collectively thought to themselves while fastening coquette bunny ears atop their heads, hoping that their enthusiasm would override the embarrassment.

It was all just such a culture shock for you and your group.

“Uhhh, a little help here?” Haerin worriedly called out to Jake as a particularly excited Korean fan approached her with a lot to say that she could barely understand.

“Oh- allow me,” Jake offered between the language barrier, translating to Haerin what the fan was trying to tell her.

“She thinks I’m a what now?”

“A K-pop Idol, mostly because of your trendy look today,” Jungwon giggled warmly, “the prophesied eighth member of Enhypen, in fact...”

Haerin laughed with both embarrassment and flattery, trying her best to explain to the young fan that she was a member of the Riot Grrlz and Riot Grrlz only.

Interactive activities continued just as well after this, the event nearing its end as you and Niki did a few TikTok dance challenges for the fans on stage.

Dance challenges that you had practiced with him in eery hours of the night, or whenever you two were left alone in the dance studio.

That, alongside other things too… like stealing sweet kisses here and there… or nearly melting while staring into each others love struck eyes—

“____, right?” A fan asked, approaching you with a blue marker and square of paper.

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you,” you returned, keeping eye contact with her, despite the dark shades she wore.

“Nice to meet you, too! I have so many questions to ask you about what it’s like working with Enhypen!… and I really like your hair, too! The highlights look really nice with your outfit hehe… ALSO, I've been listening to a lot of your groups songs recently, and my favorite has to be the main track from your most recent album, it’s so unique!…” the fans voice eventually trailed off shyly.

“Oh my goodness, sorry for rambling!! Uhmmm, can I get your autograph by any chance?”

“Aww, thank you,” you smiled brightly, “and it’s okay! I find it cute how interested you are in my experience and music…”

Your hand reached out to grab the marker from her grasp, your body leaning forward slightly as you signed your name on the photo, resting your weight on the desk before you.

So lost in the moment, you didn’t even realize that the photo you had just signed was one of you and Niki hanging out just outside of Yeouido Park the other night.

It was impossible to hold back the gasp that escaped your throat at the realization, your finger loosing its grip around the marker as your stunned eyes met her knowing ones.

“Look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she chuckled in a facetiously sweet tone, you and her hands fighting over the now autographed-polaroid before your grip overthrew hers.

“Where did you get that—”

“Your secret’s safe with me, alright?” She interrupted with a sharp whisper, “So long as you work on distancing yourself from Niki moving forward…”

You blinked in feigned confusion at her words, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re just colleagues—”

“And he’s an idol,” she cut in again, “idols don’t belong to silly American girls like you… you don’t even belong in our world…”

At this point, you're certain she could see how upset you were with her, and you didn't even care to hide it. “Everyone has welcomed me here, expect for you… and to what gain? I’m here with my band solely for work purposes, and I can assure you there is nothing you have to worry about concerning my professionalism.”

Your strong reply seemed to have rubbed her the wrong way, one of her hands fastening the bag over her shoulder while the other adjusted the glasses sitting at her nose.

“Thank you for your time,” she nearly growled at you, that same phony smile plastered to her lips before she hurriedly walked away, disappearing into the crowd of fans.

You let out a breath that you didn't even know you'd been holding, trying to calm yourself down before anyone noticed the silent commotion that had occurred on your side of the meeting booth.

All you could do was hope that this was the only copy or evidence of you and Niki hanging out that night as you folded the paper into a small square, tucking it under your sleeve in a way that no one would notice.

Above all though, you were just glad that the event was coming to an end soon, a few on-set staff members already helping to put away some stage props, meanwhile Sunoo, Heeseung, and Jade helped themselves to bringing along some gifts from fans.

“Hey... uhm, Heeseung? Can I-”

“Yes, Jade,” Heeseung answered with a giggle, “you can have all of my kitty plush gifts...”

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The limo ride back to the HYBE building was quiet, the sole thought roaming in the back of your mind being that one fan's cruel words…

…𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶… 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥...

It wasn’t like you were trying to infiltrate the world of K-pop.

You and your group were simply expanding your collab horizons upon being invited, and it seriously boggled you how anyone would have a problem with that—

“Knock knock,” Niki said with a smile in his voice from behind the door to your private backstage dressing room, waiting for your cue that it was safe for him to come in.

“You can come in, Niki,” you replied softly, standing in front of the body length wall mirror while struggling to fix your hair into a suitable style for the stage practice in a few minutes.

“Hi,” you greeted again once he reached you, watching as his eyes traced your reflection, almost immediately picking up on your nervous demeanor.

“You did great today, ____, y’know that?” He started with a low voice, guiding your stressed hands away from your head and resting them at your sides.

“Niki, I have to get ready—”

“And you already look more than prepared,” he encouraged, securing his hands around your waist before leaving a kiss below your ear, “gorgeous, even...”

“Thanks,” you answered shyly, somehow already feeling a bit better about things now that he was near you.

“So. Are you gonna tell me what’s got you upset or are we gonna make this a guessing game?” He teased, making you chuckle a bit as his attempt to cheer you up.

Your eyes fell to the floor, his grip on you loosening as a little sigh escaped your freshly glossed lips.

“A fan…,” you began quietly, “at the meeting today… she asked me to sign this photo.”

Reaching into your bra, you pulled out the mysterious square photo and watched with a pout as Niki carefully unfolded it from each corner.

“I… I don’t understand…” he stuttered, eyes glazing over the sight of you and him holding hands at the firework show that night.

“I know, it’s my fault that—”

“No…,” he interrupted your words before meeting your guilt-ridden eyes, “I don’t understand why you’re letting this get to you…”

“Excuse me?” You asked with a confused expression, “if something like this gets out, it could ruin both of our careers, y’know?”

“Sure,” he responded nonchalantly with a shrug, “but I couldn’t care less about some jealous sasaeng’s creepy little photo fest… by now, it’s gonna take a lot more than an innocent, harmless photo of us hanging out to make me question our status in this field.”

“You never take anything seriously, Nishimura,” you smiled with a sigh, shaking your head as you watched his fingers tear the photo to pieces.

“Well you’re definitely an exception to that trait of mine,” he smirked, tucking the torn shreds of paper into his back pocket before finding your face in his hands, placing a tender kiss to your left cheek.

“How sweet of you to say,” you whispered softly, grabbing the neckline of his shirt and pulling him closer to your height, “now how about you kiss me properly this time?”

He hummed at your teasing tone, sharp features softening as he tilted his head, sealing the space between you and him with the sweet kiss you’d been waiting for.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Niki sighed against your lips, his right hand removing the rubber band securing your ponytail so his fingers could roam freely through your curls.

Things were escalating pretty quickly now, both of your breaths sounding more labored with each second as you stumbled backwards onto the desk, his energy leading the kiss as he remained on top of you.

It was almost more than you could handle, his hands roaming at your sides before your eyes barely fluttered open, the sight of his slightly blushed button-nose making you feel like melting on the spot.

Thats when you realized his pink hue was a result of two reasons: (1) The way your hands shyly clung to his shoulders right now, and (2) the shadow of footsteps peeking behind your dressing room door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hello? Miss ____, its Kim... Are you decent?”

“Erm, one second!” You responded in an obvious frantic.

Niki helped you get up from the vanity table, kneeling down quickly to hide himself under the it as the stern lady made her way into the room anyway.

“Sorry to intrude,” she began abruptly, not even taking note of your currently disheveled hair and flushed expression, “but I’ve unfortunately been appointed as the bearer of bad news for today…”

“Oh... uhm, w- what is it, is everyone alright?” You asked with a concerned tone, trying to take your mind off the fact that a Niki stained with the glimmer of your peach flavored lipgloss all over his mouth was literally under your desk right now, a mere two feet away from Miss Kim’s leather boots.

“For the most part, yes… but it concerns one of your band mates… Serenity, specifically… Since you are the leader of your group, I found it humble to have at least this much respect to tell you first in private.”

You let out a breath, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them back up, restoring your usually confident aura and making eye contact with the woman.

“Thank you, Miss Kim… I’m listening…”

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The sounds of shoes rhythmically scuffing, mics going in and out of focus, and layered fits of heavy breathing filled your ears for the next two hours.

Design tech, stage directors, and performers alike were giving it their all to perfect things before the big show coming up.

You paced around the shiny stage, a sweat rag secured lazily around your neck as you and the Enhypen members just got through with rehearsing the main choreo at the performing arena for the first time.

Everyone except Jay and Jade that is, who were still busy with working on their guitar duet for the intro show backstage with the music writers.

“I have no idea how you can still see after being in front of these bright stage lights all the time,” you huffed out tiredly, glancing at Sunoo who only shrugged while taking a few gulps from his grey water bottle.

“I’m not too sure either, but for the lot of us, it’s just something you have to get used to,” he tried warmly before letting himself fall on the ground, limbs spread out like an exhausted snowman as sweat trickled down his forehead.

“Here, lemme show you a little trick I like to use,” Niki offered with a smile while approaching you from behind, his larger frame casting a shadow before you.

“Look down there,” he started, guiding your waist with one hand as he pointed ahead of you with the other, “do you see the tech crew down there?”

You looked to where his finger was pointing, eyes being met with the sight of workers who sat in reclining chairs while others drank some coffee, a few sporadic employees carrying clipboards with stacks of paper, giving out orders to their fellow floor members.

“Yeah, I see them,” you answered, making Niki laugh slightly for reasons you didn’t fully understand.

“That means you’re too close then,” he replied, still holding your waist as he guided you to take a few steps back, which ended up being more steps for you given the leg length differences.

“There’s a rule of thumb that if you can see the audience, they can’t see you… are the lights still bothering you now?”

“Not as much, actually,” you said, turning to face him as he still held you close, everything in your body fighting not to kiss him in this moment given the way he looked back at you, “thanks again…”

“Anytime,” he smirked smuggly, “but uhhh, I think people might be looking at us now—”

“Oh,” you giggled shyly, backing a few inches away from him.

“Ahem,” a nagging voice cleared from beside you two, breaking the wholesome presence of the moment.

“Do you guys think you’re invisible or something?” Serenity asked, crossing her arms while staring the both of you up.

“Uhm…. No?” Niki answered for you, furrowing his eyes at the blue-eyed diva.

“Then why’re you just standing there? You’re blocking my light…”

You let out a scoff at her words, feeling baffled at the thought of how insecure girls like her could have such egotistical tendencies.

“Sorry, Serenity…,” you said half-heartedly, “didn’t mean to disturb your… solo mid-break practice session...”

“Really appreciate it, leader lady,” she replied sarcastically, very intentionally bumping into your shoulder as she walked past you before stopping in her tracks, a loose copy of the stage schedule getting caught under her baby pink sneakers.

She leaned down to pick it up, examining the text before her eyes stumbled over a line of bolded words. All of this was for reasons she didn’t understand, but either way, would soon resent.

“Ugh?!!” She exclaimed with a confused scoff, “HYBE is kicking me from the show??”

Your eyes widened at her words, the furious, confused, and torn look on her face doing nothing but make Niki smirk to himself, “Serenity, I can explain—”

“And you knew about this, didn’t you?” She accused with balled fists, looking between your nervous face and Niki’s shamelessly proud one.

“I just found out today, okay? But Miss Kim specifically instructed me not to say anything about until she revealed it to you herself after practice,” you clarified with a shaky voice.

“Please,” she said with a scoff, “And what’s with the face, Nishimura Nimrod? Huh!? Your little girlfriend told you before she told me, her own band mat—”

“I didnt tell him anything!” You retorted with a slightly raised voice, cracking with nerves you couldn't keep buried anymore.

You never liked being in the hot seat unless you were sitting there with Niki, thanks to his ability to always maintain his cool under pressure...

However, for some reason, even with him next to you right now, you still felt like hurling yourself to the ground.

“You had to have told me him something, so just stop with your insistent lies, ____,” Serenity spat, poking a finger in the center of your chest. Hard.

“You couldn’t wait to get rid of me, its been all over your rotten little face ever since we got here… You’re so jealous of me and it’s honestly depressing at this point…”

Oh Serenity, you thought in your mind, if only you knew this was all brought on by yourself…

You’d had enough of her ignorant speech, holding a fierce eye contact with her while trying to conceal the tears forming behind your eyes.

The sadness growing in your heart…

“None of this was my decision, Ren, so if you have a bone to pick with someone, try taking it up with Miss Kim herself,” you said firmly, walking back a few steps in case she tried touching you again, “I'm sure she'd be more than happy to inform you on her reasons for exiling you from the main activities…”

“What’s going on you guys?” Haerin asked timidly in the midst of the chaos, having just come back from washing up in the restroom.

Serenity practically burned holes in your face with her venomous glare before turning sharply on her heel, footsteps loud and startling as she marched off the stage, murmuring a string of curses under her breath.

“Soooo,” Sunghoon started with a curious accent, “I’m usually not the best at comprehending things, but I’m assuming that whatever just happened was a lot more serious than the usual Riot Grrlz drama, correct?”

“Yeah, what's the big deal ____?,” Jade asked alongside Jake, who gave your shoulder a comforting shake.

You fought with everything in your body to not to let any tears fall...

Because in this moment, it just felt right to cry, but at the same time, was it really worth appearing weak in front of everyone?

Everyone who counted on you to remain strong?

You exhaled with a deep breath, wiping the pricks of moisture from your eyes before speaking, “Serenity won’t be performing with us for the special stage anymore… only the ending song.”

A cacophony of gasps filled the room at your words, Jungwon having picked up the loose schedule copy to analyze it for himself, the bolded words reading:

>> SERENITY TAYLOR Authorized to be PULLED from Furthering Her Performance Activities in Sight of Behavioral Decency Violations Under HYBE's Collaboration and Code of Conduct Standards

“Will she be allowed to attend the award show at least,” Heeseung inquired, not out of empathy, but curiosity as all of this was unfolding pretty fast.

“Perhaps, but for now, we can rest on the thought that we’ll have one less problem while preparing from here on out,” you answered, feeling a large hand take your hand in theirs before giving it a gentle squeeze.

Niki.

“Either way, the show must go on you guys,” he said with a deep voice, the faintest smile being on his face as he looked back at you, dark eyes sparkling with sincerity.

The stage lights flickered from ahead and above you, a key indicator that the radio would be picking up again soon, playing the instrumental to your practice track.

“Mic check everyone and it’s back to rehearsals in five,” yelled out a staff member from below the stage, the ten of you now lining up in formation while adjusting your headsets around your ears.

There was only one thought that remained in your head as the choreographer hopped up center stage to explain how the performance would accommodate for Serenity's sudden absence:

The show must go on.

🎙️For my baby, @microwvdstrawb3rri3s 💕 This is episode 3 for ya ~ Thanks for being so patient with me :3

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morgana-larkin · 3 days

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HMM,,, if i dare request an either chessy or melissa fic.. with... like them having a breast/lactation kink and when doing the deed- like praising reader and making them suck her tits ETC do whatever u feel is necessary with this if u even want to write it.... :) /// also inexperienced reader and/ or mommy kink....

Dare accepted! I also did a little surprise and did both of them! I don’t see Chessy as having a mommy kink though so I didn’t do that for her. So it’s quite long since I wrote about both and tried to make it as cute as possible. So good luck! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: you might have noticed that I added 2 other characters to my masterlist, adult Misty from yellowjackets and Moiraine Sedai from wheel of time. Send prompts for any character on my masterlist! I do it all, angst (with reluctance), fluff, smut, age gap.

Her Good Girl

Warnings: ok there’s a small list. Breast kink, mommy kink, praise kink, so much fluff, semi public smut, smut

Words: 6.9k (I have no regrets)

Melissa

“When are you gonna ask her out?” Barb says to Melissa one morning.

“Ask who out?” Melissa says, even though she knows exactly who Barb is talking about.

“She means y/n.” Janine pipes up and Melissa and Barb turn to the trio.

“Ya, I mean you guys are so flirty I’m surprised you aren’t already together.” Jacob says.

“It’s really obvious.” Gregory adds and Melissa turns back around and face Barb.

“What they said.” Barb says.

“I just, I’m not ready.” Melissa says. “Where is she anyway? She’s usually here by now.” Melissa adds as she sees the time.

20 minutes later they all get up to go greet their students and Melissa sees you’re still not here. They walk to their classrooms and then Melissa sees you coming in the front door in a hurry and your hair is wet.

“If you’re not gonna ask her out then at least put the heart eyes away.” Barb teases her as Melissa looks at you longingly and with soft eyes.

You end up catching up to them as you all make your way to your classrooms. “Hey you two.” You tell them.

“Hey hun.” Melissa says right away.

“Morning sweetheart.” Barb says after looking at Melissa with a smile and shake of her head.

“Running late this morning?” Melissa asks you.

“Ya, I forgot to set my alarm clock and woke up 40 minutes ago. Took the world’s fastest shower and didn’t have time to blow dry it.” You tell her. You then both say bye to Barb as you reach her class then you both continue on to yours.

“Well I think you still look good, wet hair or dry.” She tells you with a smile.

“Thanks.” You tell her. Unknown to you is where Melissa's mind is wandering right now seeing your hair wet. Things the two of you could do in the shower. Then Melissa takes a deep breath and tries to think of other things to calm herself as she feels herself getting wet between the legs and it’s not even 8am yet.

“Did you have a coffee?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“I’m gonna get a headache from the caffeine withdrawal until lunch.” You say with a pout.

“Well here, I still have half left. Take the rest of mine.” She tells you and hands you her mug.

“Oh no, that’s your coffee, you should have it. I’ll just power through until lunch.”

“Hun, I’m offering it to you. Just take it, I had enough for the morning.” She tells you.

“Are you sure?” You ask and she nods with a smile. “Alright, if you insist.” You say and you take her mug and take a sip. You hum at the taste of the caffeine and you smile.

“Do you want to go out with me?” She asks as you reach your classroom. You choke on the coffee and begin coughing. She pats and rubs your back until you stop.

“What?” You ask her, you didn’t know if you heard her right.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” She repeats and you smile at her.

“Yes, I’d love to.” You tell her and she beams.

“How does this Saturday sound?” She asks you.

“Sounds perfect.” You tell her and kiss her cheek, she blushes and touches the spot where you kissed her cheek and smiles.

*7 weeks later*

It’s Saturday night and you’re both cuddling on her couch, finishing the movie. The credits roll and you reluctantly pull away from her and stretch and yawn.

“I should probably get going.” You say and stand up.

“Alright hun. Will I see you tomorrow?” She asks you and you nod. She gets off the couch and goes to where you’re gathering your things near the door. You stand back up and you look at her. You lean in and give her a quick peck, then you give another and another. Then you keep your lips on hers and end up making out with her. At some point you end up moaning and she pulls away. “As much as I would love to keep kissing you, your moaning is gonna make me want more.” She tells you.

You told her you were a virgin 3 weeks ago when she asked you if you wanted to have sex and she told you to let her know when you were ready. You felt so lucky to have her, she was so patient and understanding with you. You leaned in and kissed her again and she pulled back after 2 seconds before it could continue. “I’ll see you tomorrow hun.” She tells you. You were about to put your shoes on when you looked at her again, her smiling at you and you realised, you’re ready now.

“Actually, I think I’d like to stay.” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you. “I’d like to stay and keep kissing you.” You tell her and walk towards her and put your hands on her stomach gently. She flinches and looks shocked and then you start moving them up, towards her chest. She stops your hands by grabbing your wrists and looks at you, still holding your wrists.

“Hun, what are you doing?” She asks you and you smile at her.

“I’m ready, and I want you right now.” You tell her and she still looks at you.

“Are you certain? Like 100% certain?” She tells you.

“Yes, I want you to be the one that takes my virginity Mel.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Then come to my bedroom.” She tells you and makes you go first. You walk upstairs and as soon as you make it to the top. She spins you around and kisses you, and then picks you up and places your legs around her waist. She carries you the rest of the way to her bedroom and she gently places you on the bed. She goes to close the door and then makes her way back to you.

You scoot up a little further on the bed and Melissa crawls on top of you and kisses your lips. She grabs the hem of your shirt and then pulls back to look at you and you nod. She takes your shirt off and she looks at you. “God you’re so beautiful.” She tells you and you bring her back to kissing you. She trails down to your neck and kisses your neck then begins sucking on it and you gasp and arch your back. Melissa sneaks her hand under you and unclips your bra. She takes it off with your help and she throws it somewhere on the ground. She switches to the other side of your neck and she cups both of your breasts in her hands and squeezes them. You moan at that and she smirks before trailing down again to your chest and places kisses all over your chest before placing her mouth around a nipple. You grab her hair when she places her mouth on a nipple as the feeling is heavenly.

“Omg Mel. That feels so good!” You tell her and she smirks, you don’t see it but you feel it. After a minute, she switches to the other nipple and you buck your hips. After another minute of her swirling her tongue around on your nipple and sucking it, she pulls away and moves down. She takes your pants off with little effort and she places her fingers on your underwear then looks at you for confirmation again. You nod your head and she slides your underwear off slowly, just enjoying seeing your whole body without anything on it, and she’s the only privileged one to ever see it, and that makes her happy. She rubs her hands up and down your legs and thighs, just feeling your entire body. She lies down to place her mouth on your clit when you speak up. “Wait.” You say and she stops immediately and looks at you. “I want to see you too. I’m completely bare here and you still have all your clothes on.” You tell her and she grins.

“I know, that’s how I like it. But don’t worry, you’ll see my body as well. After I pleasure you first.” She says with a wink and you blush. “Are you ready?” She asks you and you nod. She wastes no more time after that, she dives down to your clit and starts swirling her tongue on it and you moan out at the feeling and you grab her hair again. She then goes lower to your entrance and you gasp. “Oh Amore, you taste so good.” She tells you then sticks her tongue in your entrance and you gasp loudly. She takes her tongue out then immediately sticks it back in again and repeats for a couple minutes. She pulls back and you whine, “have you touched yourself before?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Only with a vibrator.” You tell her and her eyes shine at that.

“So you’ve never fingered yourself?” She asks and you shake your head. “Oh Amore, I feel so privileged.” She tells you and you blush. “I’m going to stick my finger in but if you want me to stop then let me know ok?” She asks and you nod. “It might hurt a bit at first but that’s because you’re not used to it.” She says and you nod again. She starts playing with your clit and you buck your hips and she lined her middle finger up with your entrance and she slowly inserts it. You gasp out when she’s entering and then when it’s in all the way, you moan. It does hurt a bit but she stays there until you nod at her to tell her the pain stopped. She slowly slides it back out then slides it right back in again and you begin to moan again.

“Can you go faster?” You tell her and she smiles and speeds up. You gasp and grab her hair. While she’s still fingering you, she leans down to you and kisses your lips. Her thumb goes to your clit and you gasp in her mouth and she slides her tongue in and you moan. She slows down and slides a second finger in and you arch your back and gasp in the kiss again. You feel you're close to coming and your legs start to shake and Melissa notices.

“Oh baby, are you close?” She asks you and you nod. “Do you want to cum for mommy?” She asks and you don’t even flinch at the nickname she gives herself, in fact it turns you on even more.

“Yes I want to cum for you mommy.” You say and she grins.

“Then cum for me baby.” She tells you and you come immediately. Melissa slows her fingers down and gently pulls them out. You take a minute to catch your breath and Melissa comes back in with a cloth. When did she leave? She gently wipes your centre then looks at you with a smile. “How was that?” She asks you.

“Fucking incredible!” You tell her and she beams. She comes up to you and cuddles you. After about 10 seconds you go and straddle her lap.

“Something you want Amore?” She tells you with a quirked eyebrow.

“I want you.” You tell her.

“You just had me.” She teases you.

“I want to see your body and touch it and make you feel good too.” You tell her.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, the first time might be a bit overwhelming.” She tells you and strokes your cheek with the same hand she used to finger you. You grab her hand and stick the 2 fingers she used in your mouth and lick them. She looks at you with so much lust in that moment, you think she might fuck you again. You moan around her fingers and she rubs her legs together. You remove her fingers from your mouth and you reach for her shirt and she nods before you take it off. You look at her stomach and chest and you have to wipe some drool off that slipped out and she giggles. You reach in the back and unclip her bra and you practically ripped it off. Once it’s off, you freeze and stare at her breasts. They’re so big and so soft looking, they’re irresistible, they’re perfect. “Go on and touch them if you want. I like it when people touch them and suck on them. It’s a kink of mine.” She tells you and you immediately cup both of them and then attach your mouth around a nipple and she moans. “Yes baby, just like that.” She tells you and you begin sucking on it and she grabs your hair. “Yes that’s it, suck mommy’s tit.” She says and you moan which makes her buck her hips due to the vibration on her nipple.

She practically traps your head there since she’s holding your hair but you don’t care, you feel like you can spend all day just licking and sucking her nipples.

“Baby, can you be a good girl and suck mommy’s other tit?” She asks you and you immediately pull back and attach your mouth on the other one and start sucking. “Good girl.” She says and you moan. She sees that you like getting praised, she thinks you might have a praise kink. You take her pants and underwear off after you pull back and you look at her completely naked and you blush. “Does my baby like what she sees? Do you like mommy’s body?” She asks as she strokes your cheek.

“Yes mommy, I love your body.” You tell her and she smiles.

“How about you stick your cute little fingers in me and put that amazing mouth of yours back on my nipples? How does that sound?” She asks you.

“I like it.” You tell her and you go to stick your fingers in and realise you have no idea where to put them. Melissa notices this and she guides your fingers to her entrance and you stick a finger in and she moans.

“That’s it baby, put another one in, don’t be shy.” She tells you and you stick another one in and you start sliding in and out of her. You think that she feels amazing around your fingers and you don’t want to ever pull out. She then leans down so her boobs are in mouths reach and you wrap your mouth around a nipple and you start sucking. Melissa starts moaning like crazy and it turns you on and you rub your thighs together. Melissa notices the action and looks at you with a smirk. “Oh, does my baby like the noises that mommy makes for her?” She asks you and you nod. “If you like I can fuck you with a strap after.” She tells you and you nod.

You go and suck on the other nipple and Melissa continues moaning and she is now riding your fingers while you continue to slide in and out of her, matching her rhythm. She grabs your hair and she starts shaking and you look up at her face while still sucking on her nipple.

“That’s it baby, I’m so close, rub my clit.” She commands and you obey. You bring your other hand in between her legs and you find her clit and start rubbing it. Seconds after she comes with a high pitched gasp. She takes your fingers out of her and puts them in her mouth and licks them clean. She moans when she’s licking the taste of herself off your fingers while looking at you. She smirks then gets off the bed and heads to her closet.

“Wait! Where are you going?” You ask her and she turns around.

“Don’t worry, just to my closet. I made you a promise didn’t I?” She says and you look confused. Did she? You can’t remember. She then pulls out a strap and puts it on and that’s when you remember. She walks towards you with it on and you wonder how she can look breathtaking no matter what. She climbs on top of you and puts her hands all over your stomach and chest. “So beautiful, and all mine.” She says softly and you moan. “Do you like being mine baby?” She asks you and you’re back to only being able to nod as you can’t find your voice. She wants to get you more wet to not hurt you as you only ever had a finger in you before and that was 10 minutes ago. She grabbed her smallest dildo but she wants to be cautious. She then remembers that you might have a praise kink, so she experiments with that. “Well, you don’t have to worry baby, you are mine, you’re my good girl.” She tells you and you feel all the wetness from your mouth shoot to your core at her praises. She checks your entrance and sure enough, you’re wet enough now. She lines the strap up and looks at you. “This might hurt a bit baby, but if it hurts too much then tell me straight away ok?” She says and you nod.

She then starts to slide in the tip and you feel it start to fill you. She slides more in and you feel yourself stretch to accommodate it. It does start to hurt a bit but not to the point of being painful, especially if it’s also mixed with pleasure. She slides in fully and you gasp.

“You ok baby?” She asks you, voice full of concern. It takes you a few seconds but then you look at her and nod. “Do you still feel a bit of pain?” You nod at that and she stays still, she does move a bit but only to kiss you. You start to relax and then you notice the pain disappeared and only pleasure remains and you start to squirm. Melissa feels you squirm and looks at you. “Am I correct to assume you want me to start moving?” She says and you nod. She smiles at you then starts sliding in and out of you.

You start gasping and moaning as you feel it slide out then immediately fill you back up. You look at her and of course it’s a goddess that’s making you feel this and you pull her head down and kiss her. Melissa is taken by surprise by it but isn’t complaining, she likes that you get a sudden urges to kiss her, it makes her feel wanted. She smiles into the kiss while she’s sliding in and out of you, then moves a hand down to rub your clit. You gasp into the kiss at the intense pleasure you’re feeling. With her lips kissing yours, her boobs squashed on your body, her finger rubbing your clit and the dildo sliding in and out of you at a fast pace. All that together makes you come fast and strong.

She slides out of you and removes the strap. She goes to get a cloth and cleans you up. You yelp at first due to sensitivity but she makes sure to be as careful as possible and then cleans herself up. She lays down next to you and you immediately seek her body out for comfort and she doesn’t hesitate to hold her arms out and bring you close to her, with your head on her chest.

“Do you like that hon?” She asks you once your body has stopped shaking.

“Ya I did.” You tell her with a huge smile. “Did you?”

“Ya, I loved it.” She says and you yawn. “Get some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” She tells you.

“You promise?” You ask her.

“I promise.” She says and you get more comfortable and immediately fall asleep, Melissa stroking your head and finally feeling like she’s where she’s meant to be. She falls asleep with a smile on her face.

Chessy

You catch Chessy's attention the first time you came over to the house. You knock on the door and Nick runs over to answer it. When you enter with him, Chessy is walking over to go get Hallie and Annie for lunch.

“Hey Chessy, I want you to meet my sister y/n.” He tells her and she gives him a look. She knew he had a younger sister but didn’t know there was such an age gap. You look to be 15 years younger.

“Hi nice to finally meet you.” She says and you look over at Nick then stick your hand out to shake hands with her.

“Hi, nice to meet you too. Nick has talked about all of you and wanted to finally meet his household.” You say. “Nick, I didn’t know you talked about me, I’m honoured.” You tell him and he chuckles.

“Forgive me for asking, but it seems like there’s a noticeable age gap between you too.” Chessy says and you both look at her and smile.

“Ya, 16 years, but we love each other regardless.” Nick says and puts a hand around your shoulders and you giggle.

“Wow, quite a difference. Anyway, lunch is ready, and Nick mentioned you’d be coming over so there’s enough for you to have some as well.” She says and you smile at her.

“Thank you so much!” You tell her and she blushes. She then scurries away quickly to go get the twins. Nick looked at the interaction with interest. He knows that Chessy is interested in both genders and he knows that you’re interested in women, a bit older women too. You mentioned your type to him before and now that he thinks about it, Chessy fits it perfectly. He decides not to say anything as he’s finally getting to reconnect with you in person again after not having seen you for a few years.

A month goes by and since you recently moved to California to get to know Nick’s family more, you lived in an apartment building about half an hour drive away. You mentioned it to Nick when he says you could drop by more instead of a few times a month. You told him that it’s a lot of gas and you got an apartment to pay for and not a great paying job. He then offered to let you move into the house, rent free and after a little insisting and Chessy telling you that it’s a great idea, you accept.

A couple months go by and you and Chessy spend a lot of time together. The twins notice it and also notices the looks you give each other and of course one of them brings it up and embarrasses both of you.

“Are you guys dating?” Hallie asks you both and Chessy’s cheeks turn red and you choke on your juice as you were taking a sip and start coughing. Chessy immediately goes and gives you a few pats and rubs your back to help with the coughs.

“Hal, why would you think we’re dating?” She asks her and the twins look at each other.

“You mean you’re not?” Annie asks and you and Chessy both shake your heads.

“But you spend a lot of time together, you keep giving each other looks that our parents give each other and you’re constantly being touchy.” Hallie explains and you both look at the twins then you look at each other.

“Ok get out of here you trouble makers.” Chessy says and shoos them away. She then turns back to you when they leave. “Hey I’m sorry abo-hm.” she starts but is cut off by your lips on hers.

And that was the start of many kisses and a relationship.

3 months pass and it’s the summertime and Chessy planned a date with you after Nick gave her time off for it, not knowing you and Chessy are dating.

Chessy brings you horseback riding, you take one horse though and she brings you a good distance away from the house. It’s about a 15-20 minute ride. She then gets off and helps you get down and then ties the horse to a tree then sets up a blanket on the ground.

“Did you take me on a picnic date?” You ask her and wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her shoulder blade.

“Ya, is that ok?” She asks, concerned you might not like it.

“Yes, I love it.” You tell her and she turns around in your arms. You both are the same height so she easily kisses your lips and wraps her arms around your neck.

“You know what I love?” She tells you and you look at her curious, you haven’t said the L word yet, but you know you both love each other.

“What?” You ask.

“You” she says and you smile.

“Well I love you too.” You tell her and she smiles and kisses you again.

You both have a great picnic date as she made both your favourite finger foods and you dive into great conversation.

At one point you feed her a piece of fruit and the juice runs down to your arm a bit and she goes and licks it up right away. You let out a small moan and you jump at her and crash your lips together.

“Woah.” Chessy says and it takes her by surprise, so while she still is able to put her hands on your hips, she still falls back on her back, with you on top of her.

When you pull back, you both stare at each other and Chessy smiles up at you. “Hi beautiful.” She tells you and you blush.

“Hi, sorry about that.” You say at bit embarrassed.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. I liked the surprise.” She tells you and moves some of your hair behind you that’s blocking your face. You look at her and you see the care she has for you and it overwhelms you and warms your heart. You knew she cares about you and you always blushed when she did things for you as you weren’t used to it from a partner.

Chessy knew your past relationships weren’t the best and didn’t last long as you told her about them. When you told her then she wanted to show you how a partner should treat you, with respect and love. She let you set the pace as she doesn’t want to push or pressure you, you told her that you came close to having sex once with a partner but then backed out as it didn’t feel right.

You kiss her again and neither of you pull back. Chessy knows she should pull back now as she’s getting turned on with your body on her like this and you’re making out with her. She doesn’t pull back and accidentally lets a moan slip out and her cheeks go red as you pull back.

“Do you want to have sex?” You ask her confused and Chessy is wondering how you don’t know how you effect her.

“Yes, I have for about 2 months.” She tells you. “But I’m letting you decide when you’re ready and I don’t want to pressure you.” She tells you honestly and you look at her with such love.

You cup her cheek and she leans into your touch. “How did I get so lucky with you?” You say and she hums.

“I feel like I’m the lucky one.” She says. You suddenly look around and you see there’s no one around and then you take your dress off. Chessy looks at you and cheeks go red as a tomato. “What are you doing?” She asks and you smile. You know she won’t do anything unless you tell her you’re ready but you decide to tease her first.

“What you don’t like what you see?” You ask her and you drop your smile, to play the act.

“What? Of course I do, but hon, I don’t think you realise the effect you have on me.” She says and she accidentally moves her hips a bit and rubs her thighs together.

“Well what if I told you I want you to touch me?” You tell her with a lower voice and lean down and scoot down a little bit and push her shirt up enough to see skin. You then lean down more and trail kisses up her stomach.

“Hon, I-”

“I want you to touch me, all. over.” You punctuate at the end and you slide your hands under her shirt and they land on her bra before she grabs your wrists and pulls them out of her shirt. You could tell she’s almost at a breaking point and you push a little further. You lean down and suck on her neck and she gasps. She lets go of your wrists and pulls your head back.

“Hon, please I-” she then freezes when you unclip your bra and take it off.

“Do you wanna touch them?” You ask her and she lets out a whine. “Go on then, I want you Chessy.” And at that she snaps. She flips you both over so she’s on top and she dives right to a nipple and starts sucking. You gasp and moan as she puts that experienced mouth on you and finds out quickly what you like. You take the blue sweater off of her and Chessy takes her top off quickly. She then goes to your neck and leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest. “You know my brother will find out as soon as we get back home” you tell her and she smirks.

“He’ll be happy to know you’re being taken cared of.” She says and rubs her hands up your body, starting at your hips. You grab her head and pull her down to kiss you and you unclip her bra and throw it somewhere. You then undo the button on her pants and pull them down. They don’t go far as you both refuse to break the kiss and you move your legs to try and pull them down. It was rather unsuccessful but it did give her a great opportunity since her legs are now right in between yours. She breaks away from the kiss with a laugh at your attempt and kicks them off. “I know you teased me to see how far you could go before I break and believe me, you’ll pay for it next time, but for now, since this is your first time, I want you to enjoy this.” She tells you and in retrospect you probably should have listened but you couldn’t with her boobs right in your face.

You sit up and immediately put a nipple in your mouth while cupping it with your hand and your other hand around her waist to help keep yourself up. You hum as you suck on it and can’t believe how many times you imagined them and how they would feel and taste, and now you know.

“Do you like them honey? Do you like sucking on them?” She asks when she heard you hum. You nod as your mouth is occupied at the moment and she grabs your head. “Suck on them all you want, baby. Your mouth feels so good on them.” She says and when you give a rather hard suck on them, her mouth hangs open, lost in the pleasure. You spend a good few minutes just enjoying her breasts, licking and sucking on them and enjoying the noises she’s making.

While Chessy is used to her breasts getting attention, she’s not used to this much, and she’s loving it. The men she’s dated as only ever paid like 30 seconds on them and when right to her pussy, the women usually about a minute before right to her pussy. And while she knows you’re both soaking wet right now, she can’t help but feel how good it is to have this much attention on them, it’s a kink she never knew she had.

“Oh my good girl, you’re just in love with sucking on them aren’t you?” She says when you pull away.

“Yes, I just love how big they are. I feel like I can suck on the whole thing.” You tell her and she stops you before you do. She’ll let you next time but for now, she wants this to move along. If you’re anywhere she is right now then you’re soaking wet in between your legs.

“Woah there, baby. You can next time but right now, I’ve been wondering how you taste.” She says and you smile.

“Can I sit on your face?” You suddenly ask as she takes your underwear off.

“What?” She asks. Your question caught her off guard, she knows she’ll accept, she wants to taste you and doesn’t matter to her who’s on their back.

“I heard about face sitting and was curious and want to try it.” You ask and she smiles.

“Of course.” She says to you and you get up while she gets on her back. You go up to her face and you align your entrance with her mouth and then lower yourself on her. The first lick she does and you both moan. She thinks you taste amazing and you think it felt really good and you both want more.

She starts licking all over your entrance and eventually sticks her tongue in and starts sliding in and out of you. You gasp and fall forward but she catches you and keeps you up by holding your waist. You end up bucking your hips and grab and yank her hair by accident as the pleasure is just so good. You feel bad for pulling her hand but she just moans and you think that either she didn’t mind or she liked it. You try again and she moaned again and realised that she likes her hair being pulled. She lifts you up a bit to speak. “You can do whatever you want to me, baby.” She says and then brings you back down on her mouth. Only this time she goes to your clit and you really start bucking your hips. You think that grabbing her hair isn’t enough so you put your hands back and grab her nipples. You squeeze them and she moans which vibrates on your clit and you let out a hitch pitch gasp as it took you by surprise and it felt good. You keep squeezing them as her moaning brings you more pleasure and before you know it, you’re close.

“Oh Chessy, I’m so close.” And she gives you a thumbs up to tell you to let go and cum. You do immediately after and Chessy licks it all up. You then get off of her and collapse next to her.

“Did that take a lot of you, baby?” She asks when she sees you spread out like a starfish and breathing hard, and you just nod. She just scoots up next to you and puts a hand over your chest. You turn to face her and kiss her lips, moaning when you taste yourself on her and that gives you a wave of energy. You take her underwear off and then go back wrapped up in her arms. While Chessy thinks you took them off to be able to feel her body on yours to calm down, you actually took them off to finger her. You bring her leg and put it over yours, then you bring a hand down in between her legs and immediately slide a finger in her entrance. She immediately bucks her hips, gasps and brings a hand to your arm, and mouth wide open. She hasn’t had anything in her in a few years and it feels so good. You add another one and slide them in and out of her slowly at first. “Baby, can you go faster?” She begs and you smile.

“I thought you said I could do whatever I want to you?” You tell her and she whines. Fuck sakes, she did say that.

“Didn’t think you’d make me regret saying it.” She jokes with you between gasps. You take pity on her as she made you feel really good and you want to do that for her. You go much faster and she hangs her mouth open again and gasps like crazy. “Oh god, yes baby, that feels so good.” She says and you risk it and add a third finger in her and she falls back on her back, overcome with pleasure. You put your other hand on her clit and rub it while you lean down and suck her nipple. She ends up leaning on her forearms with her legs spread wide open for you and she starts shaking. “Oh god, oh god baby, I’m so fucking close.” She says and you go and suck her other nipple. She comes immediately as you start sucking. You pull out of her and put your fingers in your mouth and lick them. She looks at you as you do that and as soon as you moan at the taste of her, she pounces at you and you end up on your back and her on top.

She wastes no time in kissing you and immediately sticks two fingers in you and you moan into the kiss. She curls her fingers in you while fingering you and you see stars and have to shut your eyes. She puts her thumb on your clit and rubs in a circular motion and you do a huge gasp and start shaking.

“Let go baby, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” She tells you and you immediately come. She pulls out of you then licks her fingers. She didn’t bring any cloths so the blanket will have to do, and cleans you both up. She the lays down next to you to help you both calm down with skin to skin.

“Hmm, I really enjoyed that.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Well I’m glad. Cause I really enjoyed it too.” She tells you and you smile. You end up getting dressed, packing everything up and get back on the horse after about 20 minutes of cuddling and you head back.

On the way back you get in a little teasing mood and you slip your hand under her shirt to cup her boob and rub her clit through her pants and underwear.

“What are you doing, baby?” She says and makes no attempt to stop you even though she could.

“Teasing you.” You simply say.

“Baby, if you keep at it then I’ll stop this horse and take you against the nearest tree.” She tells you. And you pull away from her clit but you put both your hands on her boobs after unclipping her bra.

“I just love these.” You say and she hums and leans back a bit, leaning into your touch. You both make it back to the house, Chessy nearly took you against a tree twice, and you end up clipping her bra back on. She brings the horse to the stable, she gets off then she helps you off. Once you land on the ground though, you wrap a leg around her waist and kiss her. She picks you up and brings you up against the stable wall and continues kissing you.

“Oh my god! Not what a brother wants to see!” You hear and you both pull back and see Nick there covering his eyes with a hand. Chessy puts you down and goes to put the horse away properly and give him something to eat.

“Sorry Nick.” You tell him and then laugh.

“Ya, sorry boss.” Chessy says and walks up behind you, wraps her arms around your waist and places her head on your shoulder.

“I had a feeling you two were together but I did not want to find out that way.” He complains and you and Chessy giggle. “Are those hickeys on your necks?” He says then looks to the horse and the fact you were gone for 3 hours. “Oh my god, on second thought don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. But Chessy, she is my little sister, so if you hurt her then I will fire you.” He tells her and points a finger at her.

“Well I guess it’s good that I have no plans to hurt her.” She says and gives your shoulder a kiss.

“And y/n, even though you’re my sister, Chessy has been with us for many years, so hurt her and you’ll have to deal with me.” He tells you and you turn to Chessy.

“Well I guess I’m stuck with you then.” You tell her with a huge smile. She responds to that with a hard kiss to your cheek and tickles your stomach and you giggle. You break out of her embrace and run away from her tickles and she runs after you, both of you laughing. Nick watches you run both away and shakes his head with a smile. “Such dorks.” He says out loud.

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OR, if you just want to go do cardio, then plan for that! I didn't know how to use a treadmill, but I went to the gym at my university and stood on the treadmill til I figured it out!

🩷 Remember This

No one is going to look at you and judge you or think mean things about you. Everyone is at the gym for the purpose of bettering themselves and their health. If you find people giving you occasional glances, maybe it's because they don't recognize you from the gym (or they do recognize you from somewhere else), maybe their admiring your outfit/physique, maybe their avid gym goers who are watching your form and technique, or maybe their just zoned out and you happen to be in the line of sight.

When I'm at the gym, I look around between sets and take note on other people's form to see if maybe I should tweak the way I do a certain exercise, or I'm admiring another girls outfit or physique because there are a lot of beautiful women at the gym. Sometimes, I'm thinking "dang, they're lifting so heavy, how cool!" or "wow, their form is amazing, they really know what they're doing." I've never thought bad abut someone at the gym because why would I?

🩷 Don't Be Scared To Ask For Help

if there an exercise you really want to do but don't know how and videos aren't helping, ask someone around you who isn't in the middle of an exercise and looks like they may know. The guy at the gym doing upper body who has good biceps may be the right guy to ask about upper body exercises. The girl doing impeccable Bulgarian Split Squats might be the right person to ask for help with those types of movements. Just make sure they aren't in the middle of an exercise, because that can cause some unwanted issues, especially if they're mid-rep, that can turn into a safety issue.

People love to help people, especially at the gym. If you politely ask for help from someone, they may take it as a compliment that you think they look like a person who is knowledgeable on working out. I'd definitely be so flattered if someone asked me for help or advice at the gym!

🩷 Random Advice:

remember your why! no matter how anxious you are, remember why you're going! what are your goals, what do you hope to achieve, how proud will you feel after?

start small if you have to! if it's really anxiety inducing to start working out, make it your first goal to at least step into the gym. then 2nd goal, walk around the gym to get a feel for it. 3rd goal, maybe 5-10 minutes on a treadmill, and then keep building momentum each day.

be careful with the hours you go! there is such a thing as peak gym hours. It varies by place, but a lot of gyms are busy between 2pm and 6pm I've seen. I personally love going to the gym super early morning, it's a little less busy and I'm a morning person so it works out for me! If you can only go during peak hours, bring a friend or keep your headphones on and do your thing!

Bring a friend! If you're really anxious about going alone, bring a friend with similar goals! Sometimes it can be a lot nicer to learn something new with a friend then try and learn it on your own! Plus, it's like extra motivation and accountability!

Have a motivating pre workout routine. Play some music while getting ready, prep your bags, prep your playlist, get your workout itself figured out, and just keep yourself excited to go! I love blasting high-energy music that makes me feel like a baddie on my way to the gym.

I hope this was helpful!! My thoughts were everywhere but I tried to convey them as best as possible! I'm happy to answer any questions or offer more tips and advice, don't feel scared to ask! <3

til next time lovelies 🩷

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voxisdaddy · 2 hours

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Love Me, Please

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Alastor/Lucifer/Adam/Husk/Angel/Vox/Valentino/Tom Trench/Saint Peter

Type: Scenarios/Comfort

C/TW: Swearing, blood, reader written with fem parts in mind (bc this bout periods, duh)

In which you miss your boyfriend/cling to your boyfriend and are being emotional about it. Basically—period emotions.

This is more for me bc it’s that time of the month and I desperately want some comfort lol | also Angel’s I left up to either be platonic or romantic

Alastor

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He was at yet another unremarkable overlord meeting when he felt something pulling on him. Back at the hotel, you laid on your bed wrapped in a cocoon of sorts, eyes tiredly watching your shadow pulling on one of Alastor’s shadows-which he left to keep an eye on you. Alastor’s grin turned to one of amusement—oh how needy you are when it’s that time of the month for you. The meeting finally came to a close and instead of making his way back to the hotel with a lovely stroll, he disappears in his shadows. Not before bidding a friendly farewell with his dear friend, Rosie. He materializes in the center of your room with a shit eating grin as he twirls his microphone around.

“I was hardly apart from you for more than an hour, my dear.”

Lucifer

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lucifer had errands he couldn’t postpone today and so he made you promise to text him when you miss him and he’ll make his way right back in a jiffy! The bedroom door only closed behind him when he got a text from you. An ‘I miss you’ along with a sad face emoticon. He burst the door open, tears welling up in his eyes, as he crawled back into bed with you to hold you close. You honestly thought he was more emotional than you at the moment.

“My poor ducky! I’m sowwy!”

Adam

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam has been around for ages so I like to think he knows a bit about menstruation. On top of that, he has an army of baddies he likes spending time with-usually training but that's still time spent with them regardless. However he's definitely still rough around the edges since usually with his girls, he uses that to egg them on into being tougher fighters either physically or emotionally. If you're a person who's quick to be a grump or a crying mess then uhhh...just know he doesn't mean to be a dick all the time. He tries though, despite how annoying and tiresome it is. Especially since you make him feel oh so special with how you seem to demand his attention and his attention only. Right now you lay on his chest, looking on at the items set on the coffee table with a glint of amusement.

"Babe-you said pads with wings! I got that! I even made sure the chicken wings came with the good sauce."

Husk

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Husk is very vigilant so he's quickly able to come to the conclusion that you're on your period before even you realize it. It was just after he finished closing up the bar and returned to your room for a late nights rest when he smelt it. He might technically be an old man, but he's a respectful one and has been around for quite some time. He knows that small. Despite knowing you might be embarrassed to find out that he can smell it, he figured you'd be more grateful that he woke you up so you can deal with it before you wake up feeling all gross and annoyed in the morning. Plus it was worth it to almost immediately get a hug from you after being apart for a few extra hours than he liked.

"Come on. Don't wanna ruin your new pajama's now, do you baby doll?

Angel Dust

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man was out on a much needed night out with his long time bestie, Cherri Bomb. You of course coming as his plus one that his bestie always welcomed like the supportive girly she is. He couldn't quite enjoy himself as much this time around though as he sat at in a corner booth with you hunched over your drink. You're hand gripping one of his hands as if you're afraid he's gonna leave. Despite how awkward he felt trying to comfort you, he did his best and allowed himself to be as sympathetic as much as he could.

"Toot's-if you wanna leave it's okay! You know I'll stick with ya! No need to make ya headache worse than it already is!"

Vox

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox still holds certain belief's and mindsets he had from his time in the 1950's. Part of that meaning him being 'grossed out' by your period and beliefs in woman faking or over exaggerating their monthly disturbances. He learned to keep his opinions to himself though, due to previous encounters with Velvette, and found it easier to just well, cater to your needs. They were easy enough for the most part. Food and beverage cravings? He's got ya covered. Cramps and aches? You're in luck because this man is basically one large heating pad. Which quickly became a downside for him because then you wanted him all the time. Didn't matter if he was working or not. He tried to put his foot down once but it only made you emotional so uhhh-

"Honey, I'll only be gone for one hour. As soon as the meeting ends, I'll lay my head on your stomach, okay?"

Valentino

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino can only smirk to himself when he finds out it's now your time of the month. Which isn't hard to figure out since he woke up to you latched onto him like a koala this morning. A puff of red smoke invades your senses as a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, a third hand coming to play with the top of your head. Valentino, spending years working with woman and people who endure this bloody cycle, knows a few...remedy's. He has his favourite solutions, obviously. Only if you're down. The last time he tried being more...persuasive with his advances to you during these times, it didn't go well-to put it lightly.

"Mi cariño~A good fucking helps with this time of the month, you kno-" ... "Or we could share some snacks. Kitty!"

Tom Trench

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ For this man I pray you are not a bitch on your period. Poor guy already has to deal with his co-star Katie Killjoy everyday. Whatever you deal with on your period though, just know your man is there and keeps your needy ass close. Such as right now, as you sit in an oversized fuzzy hoodie on Tom's couch, watching him and Katie host the latest news live. You glance down at your phone with Tom's messages open. You want to text him but you knew it wouldn't reach him anyways-they had to keep their devices on silent while they hosted. As soon as they were finished with their shift of the day however, Tom rushed to his dressing room to find you staring at the door with open arms.

"The interns told me you were waiting for me."

Saint Peter

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man would never admit it out loud, and if he did he would word it very carefully, but he loves it when its your time of the month. I mean he feels bad for you obviously; dealing with an inconvenience once a month even in your afterlife does not sound like any sort of blessing, but he's clingy and affectionate himself. And you clinging to him just as much? Oh it's like he's died and went to Heaven-again! Currently he lays on the couch with you in his arms, you both engulfing each other in a snuggly cuddle. He periodically checks the time-as much as he loves this he's still got a job to do. He voices this but quickly finds himself soothing you.

"I'm only going to work, sweetheart! P-please don't cry!"

This was supposed to be reader missing them but some of them became not exactly that and I’m sorry lol

I’ve had this in my drafts for a month, felt about right to finally post it. I’m also ashamed to admit, it took me way too long trynna figure out what to write for Tom’s dialogue. I love him but if I don’t know him as well as I thought 😭

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padfootagain · 18 hours

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Only An Almost (VI)

Chapter 6: Hiding

Hello!! Here is a new chapter!

I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 2387

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Andrew needed to talk to you.

After his conversation with Sam, there was no doubt left in his mind that he needed to tell you how he truly felt. This… situation, this… arrangement… it couldn’t go on. It was hurting him too much. Having you for a moment, and then being back to square one, holding himself back all the time, and this fool’s hope that you could feel the same if he waited…

He couldn’t keep on doing this. Another week and two nights with you had passed, and Andrew was now resolute. As he was knocking on your front door and then digging his hands in his pockets, he kept on repeating the words he had prepared beforehand. It was so much easier to write things down, he had sketched his speech this morning.

I know you don’t want a relationship at the moment, I understand that.

He knocked a second time as you weren’t opening the door.

But I’m not sure this… arrangement of ours is a good idea. I see you as more than just a friend. Way more than that. And I don’t think that I can keep on being casual with you.

At long last, the keys turned in the lock, and he stood a little straighter, taking a deep breath.

I get it that this is not the right time for you, and that’s alright. I’ll wait. I’ll wait all the time you need to have a proper date and a proper relationship with you. I’ll wait for you.

You opened the door.

I’ll wait for you, Y/N, if you want to give me a chance…

“Andy? Were we… had we something planned for today?”

“Hi! Erm… not exactly, but like… I haven’t seen you in a few days, I was getting worried you might have been eaten by some roaming spirit or the monster under your bed or something…”

He mentally slapped himself for such a weird and stupid joke.

You granted him an amused smile nonetheless, he was even ready to believe that you were struggling not to laugh.

“I’m alright, I’m just super busy with work.”

“You look tired.”

You looked exhausted, actually, with bags under your eyes, dishevelled hair…

“Thanks, I guess…”

He rolled his eyes.

“It’s not what I meant. You are always stunning. But you do look like you haven’t had a proper rest in a few days.”

“I have so many things to do…”

You heaved a sigh, and it was easy to see that you were buzzing with anxiety.

“Can I come in?” Andrew finally asked, but he was surprised when you hesitated.

“I have some work to do…”

“It’s Sunday afternoon, you’re not supposed to be working on Sunday.”

“Andy…”

“Do I really need to beg?”

He gave you a crooked smile, the ones he thought were almost cocky but behind which he badly hid that he was worried. You heaved a sigh and let him in.

“Tea?” you asked, although you were already grabbing the kettle by the time Andrew had rid himself of his coat.

“Thanks,” he smiled as he sat down by your table.

He waited until you were sitting with him before speaking again. He reckoned that you needed to be eased into the conversation he was aiming for, so he started with niceties.

“What has you so busy then?”

“Work. Important projects.”

“What kind?”

“Look, Andy… I appreciate the thought, but I don’t have time for this…”

“You can’t keep on working without taking a break… it’s Sunday.”

“Like you’re never working on Sundays.”

“I’m a musician, not an office employee. If I want to, I can decide not to work for an entire month, and no one is going to say a thing about it.”

“Touché…”

“Seriously, though… I’m just worried. Why don’t you take a small break with me, huh?”

“Andy, if you came to get laid, I’m not in the mood…”

“I didn’t…”

He frowned as he stared at you, offended by the thought. Your expression softened.

“Sorry. I’m a little on edge.”

“I haven’t heard from you in several days, I was just stopping by to check up on you.”

“I know… I’m sorry, that’s very nice of you, actually. I’m just so…”

“Stressed? Tired? On the verge of a nervous breakdown?”

“All of the above…”

Andrew drank a gulp of tea or two, before standing up in a jolt.

“Come on, go get changed.”

“What?”

“You need some fresh air. Some fresh air, and a nice walk. Come on. Get properly dressed, we’re leaving.”

“Andy…”

“You look like a zombie, you need a break.”

“I thought I was still stunning.”

“You are. Don’t ask me how you do it. Come on!”

You smiled, and seemed to hesitate one last time before getting up as well. You went to your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, and he bent to meet you halfway.

“Thank you, Andy. Where are we going?”

“I’ll find a nice spot, I promise.”

How could Andrew bring up this conversation?

He kept his words light and playful during the short drive to the spot he knew you would like. Some quiet path winding through the Wicklow hills, one that you knew already, but didn’t go there often. It was an easy, peaceful walk. Perfect to focus on nature, and get out of your head. It would do you good.

You were finally starting to relax, and Andrew didn’t dare to bring up the subject he so desperately needed to discuss. Partly because he didn’t want to stress you out again, partly because he was too afraid.

You joked around and spoke of unimportant but lovely things while you walked, his fingers brushing yours every once in a while, blaming the uneven terrain for the ghostly touch. But he didn’t reach out, didn’t hold onto you. He didn’t dare to.

You had brought some snacks with you, prepared while Andrew was pestering you to hurry. He decided that he would talk to you while you took a break to eat them. Yes, that sounded good…

“How often do you come here?” you asked him after a short silence.

“To this spot you mean? I don’t know… Haven’t come in a few weeks, that’s for sure.”

You giggled, and he slowed down to walk next to you again.

“You and your long legs. Wait for us mortals, would you?”

“Only if you’re nice to me.”

“I’ll give you a snack.”

“Hmm… that could work.”

“Or actually, never mind that. Go ahead and play the lure. So the beasts will attack you and spare me.”

“The beasts? What beasts? The squirrels? A bird?”

“There are badgers everywhere around here.”

“True, but I’m too skinny for their taste, I’m sure.”

“A bite-size ankle.”

“Nothing but bone, I’m afraid. Not enough sustenance. They’ll have to get to you, eventually.”

“Naughty.”

You walked further along the quiet path, laughing and joking and talking nonsense. And this was nice, unbelievably nice. There was just something about you that made Andrew’s shoulders lighter, his world brighter.

Love. It’s love.

You took a turn, came to particularly nice spot, breaking free from the trees of the forest trail. There was a clear view of the hills from there, and the valleys below.

“This is so nice. You were right, I was cooked up at home, and then at the office… I needed this. I needed some time outside, to clear my head.”

The Wicklow hills rolled before you, in various shades of green, the bluish grey of a stream running between them. You sat down together on an old stone wall, and you shared your snack with him: some slices of apple and a few biscuits.

“It’s so nice out here. We had not done that in a while, had we?” you went on, before taking a bite at the piece of apple in your hand.

The fruits were sweet and sticky with juice and sugar. The flesh had turned a little brown, oxidized by the air. Andrew hummed in agreement as he took another piece.

“Yeah, a few months, I’d say.”

“Longer than that. I don’t think we’ve done this since you’ve been back.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

He saw your gaze softening with sadness, something close to melancholy.

“How do you do it?”

Andrew frowned in response, silently asking what you meant. You looked at the landscape again as you answered.

“The touring. The constant travelling. Always being away from home. How do you do it?”

Andrew shrugged.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. I get to do what I love, I can’t complain about it, I reckon. I’m so lucky people across the world love my music, that… total strangers on another continent can find something to relate to in my songs… It’s more than I’ve ever hoped for concerning my career. I’m very grateful for that.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

He couldn’t refrain a small smile at that. You were always so stubborn, never letting him get away with things. He loved that about you, it was endearing.

He set his gaze on the landscape too, tracked some clouds drifting in the blue sky. The weather was so lovely this afternoon… he wondered when it would turn to rain.

“It’s tough,” he admitted. “On one hand I’m unbearably lucky. I love travelling, I’m going to places I would never have dreamt of visiting. I meet amazing people. I get to perform my songs, and people come to see me. And I would lie if I pretended that I don’t love touring. But it’s… it’s hard to be away for so long. You live out of a suitcase. You don’t have a proper bed, not to mention your own. You never sleep twice in the same place, you’re always busy, always torn in a thousand directions at once… you’re never on your own, there are constantly at least five people in the same room as you. Sleeping in a bus is hell. You’re… exhausted, all the time. Stressed because of all the things to do, stressed about the schedule, the interviews, the nerves before a show… And I miss home. I miss my parents, and my brother. I miss my friends. I miss my house, and my dog, and my bees, and just… this. I miss this place. And I miss you…”

He heaved a sigh, forcing himself to look at you again, feeling your stare upon him.

“But in the end, I love it. There’s nothing as rewarding as hearing someone else singing something I have written. There’s nothing as exhilarating as being on stage, and performing and… It feels like I was born to do that. It just feels so right. It’s the same when I write music. It just feels right.”

Slowly, you nodded, a gentle smile on your lips.

“I understand. But it sounds lonely.”

“I’m literally never on my own, that’s an issue, actually… to me it is, at least.”

“But you’re not with your family. Can you say that you’re with the people who matter most to you?”

“Some of them are.”

“What about most of us?”

He granted you a sad smile.

“Yeah… yeah, I miss all of you.”

You looked away again, and he was surprised to catch a glimpse at tears in your eyes.

“I don’t think I could do it. Not just travelling but… just… how can you be with someone if you’re never here?”

It was his turn to look away to hide rising tears. His throat tightened, his heart dropped, his chest was collapsing…

Was that why you didn’t want to be with him? Why you kept him at arm’s length?

“It can be difficult,” he nodded.

“Is that why you broke up with your ex?”

“There were a bunch of reasons. But it was one of them, yeah.”

“I… I don’t think I could handle it. Waiting for you to come back…”

“I understand.”

“Don’t get me wrong, when I proposed our… arrangement… it wasn’t because it was you. I… I genuinely don’t want to date anyone at the moment. My job is a lot. And I… I’m a little lost these days. What I’m trying to say is that… I feel lonely, sometimes. But I can’t be in a relationship right now. But if I proposed for us to remain friends, it wasn’t because I was rejecting you specifically. Do you see what I mean?”

“I think so… but I… I mean like… my career means that… if you were in a position that allowed you time and space for a relationship, you would still not choose me, right? That’s what it means.”

“I…”

But you grew quiet, and he wasn’t stupid. His vision was blurred with tears: a mix of several shades of green, a splash of blue and some grey and white. A cloud was passing.

He had come all the way here with you to talk, and he had his answer.

“You’re… you’re still okay with what we agreed on, right?”

What could he answer?

No… no, it hurts more than anything I’ve ever experienced. But I can’t lose you for good. I’m not strong enough to survive it…

“Had I been anything else but a touring musician… would you have wanted to date me?” he asked, voice deeper than usual, unbearably fragile.

You didn’t say anything; he took your answer for a no.

He was being a fool…

“I can’t think like that, Andy.”

“Why not?”

“For the same reason you can’t stay for the entire night. That we can’t have pet names. That you can’t kiss me now.”

He blinked his tears away to look at you, frowning, silently encouraging you to keep going.

“I can’t let you break my heart, Andrew.”

His lips parted at your words, he tried to wrap his mind around their meaning, blinked a few times.

It was… It was him. He was the problem. Him, and his job. The same pattern it had always been, all over again, but with you this time around.

You cleared your throat, stood up in a hurry.

“Come on, let’s finish this hike!”

He looked at you as you started to walk away, but didn’t move a muscle.

You could have loved him, and he would still stand no chance at all…

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vulpixisananimal · 16 hours

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Looping again and again...

(You breath in, and out.)

(You're exhausted. You feel even more sick than last time. Your eyes are puffy, and theres a weight on your chest.)

(You breath in, and out.)

(Just, just focus. Just focus. None of that happened, not really. It was all in another timeline, you didn't hurt him, and you aren't selfish. You... You...)

("I should never have trusted you.")

(. . .)

(You trust them. But they don't trust you. If they don't trust you, why do you keep talking to them.)

(Because it's. . . Because I promised.)

(You promised to protect Bonnie too.)

(Your breath catches.)

(Are you sure they believe you, or like you, or trust you? Can you be sure? You have a power that they cannot comprehend. Every day could be perfectly scripted by you.)

(I. . . I don't know.)

(Do you think Isabeau trusts you.)

(I. . .)

"You alright, Sif?"

(Oh stars, right. You breath in, and out.)

"Never better, Isa!" (You said, your words ringing hollow.)

"Well, if you need a hand or, or if I need to get you anything, just let me know okay?"

(Same as last time. You are looping again, after all. You look at yourself in the mirror. Could it get worse..?)

(You setep out of the bathroom.)

"Sif! Are you sure you're alright?" (He leaned down to your level, just as worried as before.) "I was about to get out of bed and I heard you, uh-"

"I'm fine Isabeau--" >> "--Just some loopy stuff, not that bad, I'll meet you for breakfast!"

(. . . Should you be zoning out? Things are differen't now, you're not in Dormont after all.)

(It wont hurt them.)

(You're back downstairs, Mirabelle and Bonnie off doing whatever it was they do in the morning. The quesadillas looked good like last time. Hmm, you could change a few things up here at least.)

"You sure you're alright? Can't go investigating when your sick."

"I've gone through worse." (You say cheekily.)

"That's not a good thing though!" (Isa exlaimed.) "You were sick for weeks after all those loops!"

"Still hard to believe." (Nile commented, leaning back.) "Even I know you're not s'possed to be able to craft time."

"Well I didn't think wishes were so..."

"Dangerous?" (You say.)

"Well, yeah." (Isa's vision wandered, thinking.) ". . . Do you think that's why you're sick again?"

(Huh.)

(Odile looked up from her book.) "That could be it. Perhaps that wish is still allowing Siffrin to loop back, but requires more of his own energy."

"So it's, craft exhaustion?" (That would make sense, and explain why each time you looped you were feeling worse.)

"Alright eat up then 'Frin." (Nille said, leaning over to give you a second quesadilla.) "Gotta get your energy back."

(You shrink down into your cloak.) "I'll be fine, you don't, need, to."

"Come on Sif!" (Now Isa was handing you more food.) "Craft exhaustion 101! Eat! Your! Food!"

(Oh stars. . .)

(Defeated, you start to eat up. It WAS good food, Bonnie always made good food. And you WERE hungry. Plus, you might need the energy to loop again. And if you do that, then you wouldn't have taken their food.)

(Mirabelle and Bonnie join the rest of you, the air is a bit warmer than last time. Bonnie threatened to go back and make you even more food once they found out you had craft exhaustion. But for now, it's about time to explain things again.)

(You're going to? You still trust them?)

(. . . If we don't, it could be worse. We didn't ask for help before, and it was worse.)

"Isa, did you know someone called Ramos in the Defenders?"

"Huh?" (Isa thought for a moment.) "I didn't. . . Oh! Well I knew someone who's second name was that, why?"

"Taller? Wears a vest and kerchif? Short hair?"

(Isa shook his head.) "No, but I remember they asked me about some clothes like that... Wait did you-"

(You smile smugly.) "You must have had quite the impact, they look totaly different when we met them later today."

"You looped again!?!?--" >> "--I'll look for one of those next time."

(Where to start this time.)

"This will be try number three of today, First time me and Odile went to the library and the rest of you to the Defenders place, Bonnie came running to us, aparently Mira was framed for kidnapping Bonnie."

"!?!?!?--" >> "--There must have been some kind of mistake!"

"And that's why we went there last time." (You hesitate) "We all did, met Ramos at the enterance, started leading us to someone who'd help. Mira, Bonnie and Nilla ran off because of..."

(. . . Roses.)

"Beacuse Bonnie smelled mint and thought someone's roses were in trouble?"

"Huh?!?"

"It makes more sense at the moment I promise!"

"Well there was someone who kept roses." (Isa pondered.) "But he was never the type to get mints in his rosebeds."

"Well aparently Bonnie smelled mint, so."

"Was it like the sugar?" (Bonnie asked.) "Like, is it a craft thing?"

(You blink, oh.) "Well, uh, I did smell a lot of something."

(Bonnie hopped away from the tapple and ran back to the kitchen. Before coming back with a bit of a plant and held it up to you.) "Smell."

(You take a sniff, the same smell.) ". . . Is that mint?"

"Duh." (They said smugly.) "No it's cumin, obviously. Crabface."

"Language."

(You all have a bit of a chuckle. Bonnie going to put the mint back. Odile prompted you to continue.)

"Right..." (You shift a bit in your seat, oh boy.) "Well... Isa, did you get any help on your Defender quiz? Did Ramos help you?"

"Huh? No I didn't," (he looked confused.) "I did worry about it a bunch, but Ramos was having it harder, if anything I helped them."

(You nod.) "While we were walking you said the oposite, you knew eachother for a while, it all seemed... Wrong."

(You paused, thinking. Odile noticed.) "Everything alright, Siffrin?"

(You bite your lip. You, didn't want to talk about what happens next.) "Well. . . You and I got suspicious, confronted Ramos, you grabbed them and then started being weird, and uh, well, I stepped in and, well, they were wearing the star pendant."

"!!!"

"Gems alive."

"Oh Ramos.." (Isabeau pouted.) "They didn't hurt you, did they?"

(You snapped to attention, huh? What?) "I-I, n-no they, uh, no they didn't." (If anything, it was the other way around...)

"Well... If you want to talk about it."

(You shrug.)

". . . Well then what's the plan today then boss." (Nille asked, looking over she was leaning on the table so relaxed.) "Since you know the future and all."

(Boss?) "Well, I doubt this'll be the last loop, but this time we should go looking for information on what craft links to mint, if any."

"Good idea Siffrin!" (Mirabelle perked up, uhoh, she had a look in her eyes.) "Me, Odile and Isabeau will go looking for that while YOU stay here and relax!!"

"Huh?!?!"

"Agreed." (Odile was giving you a look.) "We can't have our ace in the hole burning himself out."

"That'll leave you two in charge of Siffrin then, think you can handle it?" (Isa said to Nille and Bonnie.)

(Nille gave a thumbs up) "Leave it to the sibling squad."

"Yeah!! I'm gonna make you hot chocolate too!!"

"What. Wait. But, b-but."

(You didn't know how to respond, what was going on, you were just, just explaining what happened. It was just going to be another go around. Go look for info on mint, then, then...) "Wh, why?!?"

"Because you need!! A!! Beak!!" (Mirabelle had gotten up) "You've had to do the same day twice now and each time it was really unplesant!! And if today doesn't really happen for us, then we can do a bit extra! The other us's wont remember."

"Exactly." (Odile closed her book.) "If today doesn't matter then we can be a bit risky, and you can relax a bit more. It might help you feel better for next loop."

(You tried hiding in your cloak, a hard thing to do without a hat.) "But, you just, trust me on that?"

"Of course!" (Isabeau said, cheery.) "Why wouldn't we? I'll always trust you, Sif, because you could have done a lot of bad with being able to loop, and you didn't!" (You wince at that, Isa huffed.) "Yes, even that moment we had. I told you, it's alright."

(. . .)

(They do have a point. You, never really got a break back then either. Sure you had moments, but...)

"Ok, If you're sure..."

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Hold Fast | Ch. 5 - Five Courses

Series Master List

Rating: M, but this blog is 18+ MDNI

A/N: Frankie and Sweets finally go on their date! I do not recommend reading this when you are hungry. Ty to @bloviating-vy for beta-ing and providing all the emotional support one needs for writing fanfic lol.

Word Count: ~5.6K

Tags: no y/n, alcohol, gymbff!Benny, OC!Chloé, reader is a powerlifting girlie described as short and has hair long enough to put into a ponytail, reader's nickname is Sweets, Tom is alive unfortunately (we hate Tom), Tom owns a bar, Pope owns a gym, Frankie POV, kissing, making out, gratuitous descriptions of food, Sweets eats like a powerlifter, angst that resolves by the end of the chapter, discussion of previous relationships, implied past abusive relationship (not described), cliffhanger-ish?

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After you leave on Sunday, Frankie spends the rest of the weekend scouring the internet for the latest, fanciest restaurants in the greater metropolitan area. He's determined to make up for canceling on you at the last minute and go all out for you after everything you've done to care for Gabi and him. Tucking into another bowl of your magical chicken noodle soup, Frankie sighs at his laptop after clicking through tasting menu after 7 course menu after kaiseki menu after some weird pop-up dinner theater. Yeah, no. This isn't it.

And a small part, ok large part of him, wants to impress you, but he's at a loss as to how since he doesn't know you well enough. Surely as a doctor you are used to living the good life, dining at fancy places, right? What would not just be good enough for you, but impress you? His phone buzzes with a text from Benny in the group chat about a new PR lift and that's when an idea pops into Frankie's head. After a brief exchange with Benny he shuts his laptop and readies for bed. He has a plan.

Just as you are sitting down to scarf down your lunch later that week, your phone vibrates with a text from your favorite brown-eyed pilot.

[text conversation]

😻🐟: Hey, so what kind of food do you like? 🏋🏻‍♀️: Yes 😻🐟: ???

🏋🏻‍♀️: I have to eat so much to fuel for 🏋️‍♀️, so yeah, I like food. 🏋🏻‍♀️: 🍜🍳🥩🍔🌮🥟🍣🎂🍩🍪🍮🧁🥐🫔🍧 🏋🏻‍♀️: I don't do sandwiches though 😻🐟: Roger that 🫡

😻🐟: Be ready to eat okay? Might want to wear something stretchy. Prepare yourself. 😉 🏋🏻‍♀️: 🫡 say no more. I have the perfect outfit. 😈 😻🐟: Pick you up Saturday at 4:30? I know it's early, but trust me ok? 🏋🏻‍♀️: 💃🏻💃🏻

You spend the rest of your break smiling into your lunch wondering what Frankie has planned for Saturday. The weekend couldn't come soon enough.

On Saturday, at 4:25 PM you hear a soft knock at your front door. Swinging the door open you're greeted by an enormous arrangement of dahlias, a stunning ombre of purple, pink, and fuchsia hues, a grinning Frankie peeking from over the top.

"For you," he says with a winning smile as he hands you the arrangement.

You're speechless. You didn't think he'd remember you whispering to him, nearly three weeks ago, what your favorite flowers are. And how did he know these are your favorite colors? Chase never remembered your favorite flowers despite the years you were together. He probably gave you flowers less than five times in the entirety of your relationship.

"You remembered," you breathe, looking up at him. "Frankie, they're beautiful."

"I do my best to remember the important things," Frankie huffs, cheeks pinking at your compliment. You catch him flick his eyes over your form, biting his lower lip. "And you're prettier than the flowers. You look — wow."

It's your turn for your cheeks to heat before you invite him in for a moment while you find the best spot to place the arrangement (you decide on your dining table so you can look at it every morning while you drink your coffee). The dahlias are arranged like a piece of art, exploding with color against the drab colors of your apartment. You could look at them all day.

"Sooo, where are we going this early?" you venture, finally taking your eyes off of the flowers and running your eyes over Frankie, admiring the way the navy button down shirt stretches deliciously across his broad chest and the khakis he's wearing hugs his hips and thighs. Curls accentuated with product. And surprisingly no hat.

"I'll tell you when we get in the truck," Frankie grins at you.

"Okay, Mr. Mysterious," you huff with a small smile as you grab your bag.

When you get to his truck he insists on opening the door for you and offering a hand as you climb in. As he settles into the driver's seat and starts the truck, he hands you a beige piece of folded card stock, printed to look like a menu. The cover reads, "Frankie's Food Truck Tour" in elegant script across the front.

You gape at him, excitement bubbling up your entire body. "You're taking me on a food truck tour?!?"

"Yup," Frankie responds, popping the 'p.' "Someone might’ve mentioned you love food trucks and hole in the wall restaurants. So I'm taking you to all the best ones I know about."

You're practically vibrating with anticipation as you open the card and gasp at the listed courses on the food tour.

Frankie's Food Truck Tour

First Course - Taco de Carnitas 🌮 Heirloom blue corn tortilla from house made masa, slow braised pork shoulder, pickled shallots, chicharrons

Second Course - Empanada Colombiana Braised beef, potato in fried corn flour crust

Third Course - Sunday Sauce with Fresh Tagliatelle 12 hour simmered ragu with fresh made tagliatelle

Fourth Course - Soup Dumplings ground pork, blue crab

Fifth Course - Gua Bao braised pork belly, pickled mustard greens, toasted crushed peanuts in steamed bun

Dessert - Italian Water Ice

You are so very glad you wore your fancy stretchy clothes because this is a veritable feast of all of your favorite things. You weren't joking when you told Frankie you liked to eat. Plus today's SBD day was max effort sets, so you are ready to inhale some food. But you are also so moved by his thoughtfulness, planning such a creative first date. Who told him about your love of food trucks and hole in the wall spots?

As Frankie eases onto the main road, he swallows before asking, "Does it look okay?"

"Okay? This is amazing Frankie! It's so thoughtful." You look at him with watery eyes. "No one's done something like this for me in a long time." You might have let out a little sniffle because he's glancing at you with concern etched across his handsome face.

"Hey," he soothes, sliding a hand into yours. "It's my pleasure."

He presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. The gesture makes you melt inside at the sweetness. You intertwine your fingers in his, wanting to stay connected to him and you catch him smile when you do.

"Wait, so who told you I like food trucks?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Oh uh, I — I asked Chloé," Frankie's ears reddened at his admission. "I checked with Benny to see when she usually works out at Pope's and, uh, talked to her earlier this week."

You hum in response, impressed that Frankie would voluntarily approach Chloé considering most regulars at Pope's Gym wouldn't dare. She intimidated everyone too much.

"It was weird though. Benny acted like he didn't want me to talk to her until I told him it was to plan my date with you." Frankie continues, tapping the steering wheel.

"Huh," you wonder, filing that bit of information away. "Wonder why."

Frankie shrugs as he pulls the truck into a gravel parking lot. A half circle of food trucks sit just in front of a copse of trees, surrounded by picnic tables. Several other cars pull up shortly after you arrive and a queue starts to form at one of the food trucks on the far end.

"Ready for the first course?" Frankie grins at you as he opens the passenger door.

"Born ready, Frankie," you grin at him with barely contained glee.

By the third course, you and Frankie are both completely relaxed and enjoying each other's company, allowing the conversation to ebb and flow between food truck courses.

The carnitas tacos whet your appetite, a perfect balance of succulent pork shoulder topped with crispy chicharrones. Pickled shallots cut the tender, savory bites with crisp acid that dance along your tongue. Charred tomatillo salsa rounds out the bite. All perfectly wrapped in a freshly griddled blue corn tortilla. You can't help but close your eyes and let out a small moan as you experience the first bite. A cacophony of well-balanced flavors and complementary textures. When you open them again you catch Frankie with a pleased look on his face as he takes a bite out of his own taco.

At the second stop, Frankie asks why you don't do sandwiches as you chomp into a piping hot empanada. The corn flour crust crunches with satisfaction giving way to the tender braised beef and fluffy potato filling. Steam curls from the opening of the empanada, a testament to how freshly made it is.

"I mean, why would I want something slapped between two slices of bread when I can have this?" you respond as you gesture to your half eaten empanada. "It's just as portable and tastes a billion times better."

You scoop some of the red salsa onto your empanada before continuing, "Besides, I had way more than my fair share of sandwiches and cold, sad meals during med school and residency. I want my meals to be hot as much as possible."

"But what about hot sandwiches?" Frankie presses, even though he nods in agreement.

"I'll make an exception for them if they are really tasty," you acquiesce. "And bánh mì, especially if the baguette is baked fresh in house."

"Duly noted," Frankie smiles, taking mental note of your preferences.

"Oh my god, you have to try this salsa," you moan after you finish your salsa covered bite of empanada. The acid from the tomato cuts through the richness of the filling, followed by sharp bites from the minced white onion, finished by a hint of sweetness — maybe from pineapple?

"Wait, don't tell me you're a fan of sandwiches."

Frankie looks slightly embarrassed when he admits he eats most of his meals standing over the kitchen sink, especially when he has Gabi, but the food is usually at least hot. "I do love cooking meals for Gabi and introducing her to all of our family's foods," he adds. "She's a really adventurous eater."

You perk up at his information. "Yeah? That's so awesome Frankie. Maybe I can make her some of my family's favorites sometime?"

He gives you the sweetest look of adoration and gratitude. "She'd love that. I — I would too."

You continue to chat with Frankie about how Gabi is doing since you last saw her as he tidies up the picnic table, and you both head to his truck for the next course.

When Frankie pulls up at the third food truck, you giggle and remark at the kitschy decor, multi-color string lights, barrels painted the colors of the Italian flag, red umbrellas shading long wooden picnic tables and smaller red metal patio tables for two. The food truck itself is a long white truck reminiscent of an old milk delivery truck. Short velvet red curtains frame the ordering window with a mismatched gallery wall of photos and paintings hanging along the side.

As you and Frankie sit at a cute red patio table sharing a sangria, waiting for the buzzer to go off to retrieve your food, you hear a woman's voice call out, "Morales?! That you?"

"Hey— " Frankie stands to greet the person behind the voice before a blur of brown hair wraps him in a tight bear hug he returns awkwardly with one arm.

"Finally made it out to check out this place huh??" the brunette says as she pulls back and releases Frankie.

"Yeah, uh, thanks for the rec. This is Sweets," Frankie gestures towards you as you stand to meet her. "This is Becs. She's one of the flight nurses I work with."

"Ooh, date night?" Becs winks at Frankie as she pumps your hand up and down one too many times. "Didn't realize you were seeing anyone Morales. Gonna break all those hearts at the hospital when people find out." You offer her a wan smile, a bit overwhelmed by her chaotic energy.

"Wait! I know you," Becs cocks her head as she assesses you intently. You stiffen even if you don't recognize her. Before you know it she's dropping the name of your former employer, adding, "Yeah, I used to work as an OR nurse there, but jumped at the chance to become a flight nurse. Less surgeon egos, more excitement, ya know?" She gesticulates with fervor as she speaks.

"Yeah, uh, I worked there," you admit, realizing you've been holding your breath. "Been over a year since I left though."

She looks you over once more. Just when you think you're in the clear she snaps her fingers and exclaims, "I do know you! You were engaged to that new trauma surgeon, what's his name!"

Your heart is in your throat and you can't move. Can't breathe. Is this really happening right now? What are the chances you'd run into someone who'd recognize you from your old job right the fuck now?

"I'll never forget how you made a surgeon get on his knees so fast," she smirks. "It's not every day you see someone throw a $50k diamond ring across the cafeteria."

Really, what are the chances you'd run into someone who witnessed the moment your engagement exploded spectacularly in front of what felt like everyone at work? Over a year ago? You can't look at Frankie. This isn't how you want him to find out. Not that you were exactly hiding it from him, but wasn't this like a third date kind of conversation? What did you know, you're so out of the loop on dating things these days. Because you're old. Broken? No one's going to want you, your mother's voice hisses up from the abyss of your mind.

"Well, it's not every day you catch your fiancé cheating on you, at work," you grit out as you find your spine.

"Yeah, bummer about that." Becs waves you off. "It was hilarious watching him crawl around on his knees trying to find that ring though."

She slaps Frankie on the shoulder and says something about seeing him at work before tossing you a nice to meet you and jets off as abruptly as she appeared.

You brave a glance at Frankie, but not really seeing him with the adrenaline flooding your system. "I —"

"Sweets —"

Of course the food buzzer decides this is the most opportune moment to go off, shocking you back into yourself as it dances erratically on the metal table top flashing red like a siren. Frankie slides a hand over the buzzer and picks it up as he walks around the table to stand in front of you. With his other hand he gently cups the side of your face.

"Sweets, you don't have to explain. It's ok. Breathe."

You swallow and let out a stuttery breath as you clasp a hand over his. His hand is warm and comforting against your skin, steady unlike your heart pounding through your chest. The buzzer continues to flash red and vibrate, muted now in his other hand. When you look up, his warm brown eyes only convey care and concern at your thinly veiled panic. Full blown panic, really. You're practically shaking.

"Hey," his voice is soft like when he speaks to Gabi. "It's okay. I'm going to go grab our food and when I get back you can tell me as much or as little as you want. Whenever you're ready. Or we can just go back to talking about how much we hate sandwiches, okay?"

"I— you— okay," is all you can manage, followed by a small nod, eyes still wide with panic, even with his attempt at humor. Coherent sentences are back to being a struggle apparently.

"We all have baggage, Sweets. I mean, I have a whole ex-wife and toddler, remember?" He gives you one more understanding smile before telling you not to go anywhere as he heads to the food truck to collect your food.

How are you supposed to eat anything right now? Your heart is in your throat and your stomach is in knots. You plop down in your chair as the adrenaline recedes, replaced by a wave of dread at what to possibly say to Frankie when he returns. At some point you did plan to tell him, but what happened spans several conversations, none appropriate for a first date. You try to ground yourself in what he said before he went to retrieve the food. It's okay. He has baggage too. He's okay with you telling him what you’re ready to tell him. What the fuck are you ready to tell him?

When Frankie arrives at Pope's Gym to catch Chloé and ask for her help in dinner ideas for his date with you, he isn't prepared for Benny acting so cagey and weird.

"Hey, Benny," Frankie greets Benny at the front desk with a familiar dap of the fist.

"Fish," a rare one word response from Benny, the more loquacious of the two Miller brothers.

"She here?"

"Sweets or Chloé?" Benny asks, feigning ignorance even though Frankie literally just texted him the day before asking when Chloé usually worked out at Pope's.

"For God's sake Ben, I'm looking for Chloé." Frankie glares at Benny before rolling his eyes. "To help me plan my date with Sweets. What's gotten into you?"

"Oh. Right, yeah she's here," Benny mumbles nodding in Chloé's general direction before sulking away.

As Frankie treks over, he notes the message on her cut off shirt declaring, "I'M A RAY OF FUCKING SUNSHINE." Chloé's covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing hard as she finishes a set of medicine ball slams.

"I'm pretending this is your head," she mutters at Frankie as he approaches. "For canceling on Sweets the day of without telling her why."

Frankie decides to stop a generous distance away from Chloé. He lifts his cap and runs his fingers through his curls, a nervous tic, before replacing the cap on his head. "Yeah, um, that really was my bad. Uh, that's — that's actually why I'm here."

He swears the glare Chloé gives him could kill.

"And why should I help you." It's not a question, but a challenge.

"I want to really impress her and go all out for her this Saturday to make-up for canceling," he continues before pausing. "Especially since she took such good care of my daughter and me when Gabi got sick last week. Which is — which is why I canceled at the last minute."

Chloé gives him a non-committal grunt, brows still furrowed, but her eyes motion for him to continue.

"I thought about taking her to some of those fancy tasting menu places, but I realize I don't know what she really likes… If she'd be into that."

"I mean, who doesn't like a fancy meal once in a while?" Chloé scoffs and shifts her weight from side to side, as if she's trying to decide whether to divulge more and help Frankie out. "But Sweets isn't into the fancy shit the way she is into food trucks and hole in the wall spots. The woman is always on the hunt for the best tacos or dumplings or whatever in the area."

Frankie nods along intently to what Chloé shares and takes detailed mental notes. You truly are a woman after his own heart.

"You should see her on vacation trying to suss out the best local eats. You always know you're going to eat well with her." Chloé glares back at Frankie before concluding with a threat for good measure. "You hurt her and I'll kill you. She's — she's been through enough. She doesn't need another guy wrecking her life."

Frankie appreciates a direct woman. And the tip about some guy wrecking your life. He stores that one away along with the threat.

"I just want to go all out for her. She deserves the best," he manages. "Gonna try my hardest not to fuck it up."

"Good," Chloé resumes picking up the medicine ball and raising it overhead before slamming it down on the ground. How does someone make everything sound like a threat?

"That still my head?" Frankie ventures looking at the medicine ball.

"Depends," Chloé huffs back at him, but he thinks he catches her smirking at him for a moment. "On how well you take care of my friend."

As Frankie thanks Chloé and turns to leave, he catches Benny hiding behind the cable tower machine watching the entire interaction, pretending to wipe down the gym equipment. Benny never cleans a goddamn thing unless it is a weapon.

"You're gonna take the paint off the metal," Frankie whispers to Benny as he walks by.

"Huh?"

Frankie shoves Benny out from behind the cable tower, "See you later, Benny boy. Good luck with that," as he motions with his eyes towards Chloé.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Benny calls back after catching himself from falling on his face in front of Chloé.

Frankie just shakes his head and beelines it to his truck. He has a food truck tour to plan.

When Frankie returns with a giant pile of fresh tagliatelle smothered in Sunday sauce, your stomach turns even if ragu is one of your favorite things. He sets everything down gently as if he is afraid to spook you with any sudden movements or sounds.

"I — I wasn't trying to hide my ex-fiancé from you," you blurt out without thinking. Smooth start there, tiger. Real smooth. You worry your hands in your lap to hold back the rising waves of anxiety. "I just thought failed engagements are more like a third date kinda conversation."

"Didn't think ya were," Frankie responds as he settles back into his chair. He slides a large hand across the table beckoning for you to place one of your hands in his. After a beat you slide a hand into his. It's warm and grounding. You find your shoulders relaxing away from your ears a smidge, and your stomach settles.

"I meant it when I said you don't have to tell me anymore than you're ready to," he reassures before something you said clicks, and he beams at you. "You'd go on a third date with me?"

You can't help but offer a small grin back, "I'd let you take me on as many dates as you want if they're anything like this, Frankie."

"Minus the co-worker with the big mouth." Frankie is full of jokes. "Too soon?"

You suppress a giggle bubbling up from your throat. "I guess that means you're not going to take me home after this?"

"Not unless you want me to, Sweets," Frankie squeezes your hand. "I'm having the best time."

Your stomach rumbles at this exact moment in response and Frankie laughs, tummy shaking laughter, wondering out loud how you are still hungry after tacos and empanadas.

"I told you I like to eat!" You cross your arms in mock indignation as Frankie wipes away tears of laughter and hands you a fork.

As you both dig into the pile of pasta, marveling at the depth of flavor a 12 hour simmer gives the ragu, you take the opportunity to ask Frankie about his work as an EMS pilot. His entire body is buoyant with excitement when he talks about flying, brown eyes bright with passion. You can tell the two loves of his life are Gabi and flying by the way he speaks about both.

"The hours aren't terrible, 12 hour shifts, 4 days on and 3 days off, with a lot of waiting around. But at least I'm not getting shot at now when I fly," Frankie shares, adding how his parents help watch Gabi when he has custody and has to work. Your breath hitches at the thought of anyone shooting at sweet Frankie.

"Next stop?" he tries to change the subject when he catches your worried expression.

You nod and attempt to help clear the table, but Frankie insists you don't lift a finger.

The next two stops fly by as Frankie tells you about the owners of the soup dumpling take-out window, former cooks at some Taiwanese chain making its way into the U.S.

"Ooo yes, DTF! I've been to one of their locations before!" you exclaim.

His eyebrows curve upward in confusion, "Wait, I thought DTF meant... something else??"

"Ohmygosh, DTF — Din Tai Fung!" you cackle. "Their soup dumplings are to die for."

Frankie admits he hasn't ever eaten a soup dumpling before as you lift the lid and a cloud of savory steam erupts from the bamboo steamer basket. You offer him two options that won't involve near boiling broth burning his mouth off. After all, you have... plans for that mouth.

"Next time we have to try the pork and shrimp ones too," Frankie tells you as he opens the passenger door for you. Seeing his eyes light up after the first bite and slurp of soup dumpling, you know he is a convert for life.

At the last stop he slides an arm around your shoulders as you sit side by side on a park bench splitting one extra-large gua bao, too full to each have your own. It’s the size of your face instead of the standard appetizer size. Frankie insists you take the first bite of the pillowy soft steamed bun, a vehicle for the unctuous braised pork belly, pickled mustard greens, and toasted crushed peanuts. The umami of spiced soy sauce carries forward balanced notes of anise and cinnamon with a not too sweet caramel finish of hoisin and brown sugar. A savory symphony of flavors in your mouth.

"That good huh," Frankie smiles as you let out a groan.

"Mmph," is all you can manage, eyes closed, savoring the bite with a happy food wiggle.

You offer the bao up to him, angled so he can get the perfect bite, the scruff on his chin tickling your fingers as he takes an exaggerated bite.

"Fuch, ish good," he mumbles, mouth full and sauce dripping out the corner of his mouth.

When you brush your thumb to wipe the sauce away, the pink triangle of his tongue peeks out to lick your finger clean. Your eyes flick up and catch a dark, mischievous look across Frankie's face that makes you want to combust on the fucking spot. You distract yourself by taking another bite of the bao before offering the last bite to him.

He sighs in contentment when the food is finished and pulls you closer to him, tucking you to his side. It's warm and safe here snuggled against him with his strong arm draped over your shoulder as you idly watch other diners nearby. Safe enough you weigh the risk of ruining the moment by sharing about your painful past.

"Can I tell you a little bit about... what happened a year ago?" you ask, voice quiet, looking up at him.

Frankie returns your gaze, "Of course."

"Ok," you drop your gaze to your hands and take a deep breath before continuing. "We, um, met in college. Both of us pre-med... and just dorks with the same goals you know?"

You tell Frankie about Chase, how he changed from a sweet college boy to someone you didn't recognize as you went through med school and residency. "I was so afraid of being alone, I ignored the red flags and how we were growing apart until he went out of state for his fellowship and I stayed here. That’s when I realized I was happier on my own than when he would visit."

You peek up at Frankie through your lashes and realize he's been looking at you and listening intently the entire time. "But it took catching him cheating for me to leave."

You shudder at the memory of the night you tried to leave and the weeks that passed before you finally could. That is a story for another day. Frankie tightens his grip around your shoulders as he releases a sharp exhale through his nose when you stop talking.

"I appreciate you sharin' all that with me, Sweets," he says, pausing as if he isn't sure what he wants to say next. His thumb on your shoulder tracing slow circles on your skin.

"I guess I spent the last year working on myself and figuring out what I want now in a relationship," you continue.

"And what's that?"

"Where I can be myself and not have to cut off pieces to fit someone else's idea of who I should be — accepted for being me," the last part you say wistfully.

"As you should be. You're amazing, you know that?"

"Depends who you ask," you respond, quirking a smile up at him. "But I like myself alright now."

Frankie shares a bit about where things went south with Vanessa, his struggles with learning how to single parent. They had been high school sweethearts and stayed together, though he admits he felt like they were growing apart even before he joined Delta Force. How they tried to stick it out when Vanessa got pregnant with Gabi, but eventually realizing it was better for everyone if they separated.

You pull his arm tighter around you when you feel him hesitate and start to pull back after sharing about his own relationship history.

"Thanks for telling me."

"Not too much?" Frankie asks, eyes etched with worry.

"You're never too much for me, Frankie."

He visibly relaxes before asking, "Would getting dessert be too much?"

"Never," you say as you stand and offer your hands to pull him up. "Don't you know I have a whole separate stomach for dessert?"

The dessert course is a small takeaway window for Italian water ice just off the broad walk along the beach. You weigh the flavor options, debating between mango and passion fruit, before finally deciding on mango. Frankie picks passion fruit without hesitation.

He gives you a knowing smile and wink when you raise an eyebrow to his choice, "Figure that way you'll get to try both flavors." Is it possible to simultaneously melt into a puddle and combust from his thoughtfulness?

The velvety smooth ice refreshes as the fruit flavor cleanses your palate from your decadent dinner. You both make your way down the broad walk at a leisurely pace, sharing bites of yours with Frankie as he feeds you bites of his.

“Not too sweet?” he asks with a grin, knowing your bar for the ideal dessert.

“Not too sweet,” you confirm with a pleased smile.

He offers you the last spoon of his dessert, which you accept without hesitation because your sweet tooth is the boss, before he takes both your empty cups and tosses them into the trash. You intertwine your fingers in his as you continue your stroll, turning down one of the piers and walking down part of the way.

“Think this might be the best first date I’ve ever been on,” you smile at him, eye to eye as you lean back and balance on the lowest rung of the railing. His strong arms cage you in on both sides, protective as if you might possibly fall into the water below.

“Yeah?” He breathes back, curls whipped wild by the ocean’s breeze, brown eyes anchored to yours. “What would make it definitely the best first date you’ve ever been on?”

“If you kissed me right now.” The tip of your tongue wets your lower lip as your gaze flicks to his plush lips curving into a small smile at your words.

Frankie smooths your hair back before cupping your cheek with one hand. “Think I can manage that.” He presses the line of his body against you as he slots his mouth against yours, gently at first, until you open for him to lick into your mouth. A soft moan escapes your throat. He kisses you harder, his other large hand snaking up the middle of you back to cup your neck, holding you in place. You reach your hands to run your fingers through his curls, such soft curls, tugging to keep him pressed against you. When he lets out a soft moan you realize he likes it when you do that.

Your foot slips when someone suddenly catcalls the two of you, followed by a "GET A ROOM!" But Frankie catches you with his quick reflexes, holding you tight against him. "I got you, baby," he reassures, voice breathy and soft. Baby. You practically melt at the endearment. And because he's now nuzzling the sensitive spot behind your ear with the delicious curve of his nose, peppering kisses down the column of your neck.

"Frankie," your voice comes out breathy like you've just sprinted down the broad walk. You repeat his name when he continues to pepper you with kisses.

"Hmm," he rumbles against your neck.

"We're in public." A giggle escapes your throat.

His eyes flick up to yours, black pupils edging out the brown you get lost in, expression intense. Hungry, but not for food. He wraps an arm around your waist and places you gently back on solid ground.

"I can fix that, baby," he murmurs. Pressing a kiss to your temple and tucking your hair behind your ear, he steers you by the small of your back and leads you back to his truck.

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Endnote: Sweet's relationship with her ex-fiance is partially inspired by this quote from Robin Williams: "I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone."

Hi hi, did ya miss me? I missed YOU. Been adjusting to a new job and the absolute fatigue from training has me beat (summer powerlifting competition wee!). But I’m so glad Frankie and Sweets finally went on their date and ate so well. It’s funny, but I’ve mostly written the last chapter and I just need to get them there. I’m learning that all the stuff between is uh, the hard part. Also, I still haven’t wrapped my head around writing smut, but we’ll see. At least they kinda made out? Lol. Thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far. It means the world to this newbie fanfic writer. Taglist is open! You know you wanna! xoxo, Jee

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jimraisedmeup · 23 hours

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TICK // 7.1 - personal jesus

Rating: mature (angst, language, sexual content)

Word Count: 1400

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Reach out, touch faith

Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares

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New Year's Eve 1983 - junior year

…the room was dark. You couldn't tell where you were. A house? A bedroom. A soft blanket underneath you, headlights of a distant car flashing from behind the curtains on the windows.

Though the lights were off and you didn't recognize the room, you were certain of a strong sense of safety. A comfort in the unfamiliarity. Was that the sound of a guitar playing softly? Maybe… somewhere in another room.

Suddenly, it wasn't car headlights illuminating the dim room anymore. Moonlight poured in through an open window, pale and lucid.

And a figure could be seen stepping towards you from the shadows. You still didn't feel fear. You felt bare and vulnerable, but anticipation took over your senses.

Blurry flashes of silver rings and the smell of cologne… like everything else around you, how you knew the scent was on the tip of your tongue. You knew that smell from somewhere.

All of the things around you, the smell, the man, the sound of the music. Mysterious in your surreal subconscious. But it also felt like coming home, as natural as whispering the name of someone you loved.

"Hello?"

He stood in front of you, waiting. A hand reached up and touched your chin, silently asking for you to look up at him.

Gripping the blankets behind you, your gaze lifted towards the moonlight and was dazed by brown eyes, a shy smile.

Everything shifted, jolting you quickly. He wasn't standing in the beams of light anymore. No, he was on the bed with you. Underneath you.

The feeling of his hips between your legs and his hands sliding over your thighs raised goosebumps on your arms.

"Wake up…"

Leaning down, you kissed the man with the wandering hands and shining silver rings. No question about it - in your dreamlike state, you knew this was the only thing you wanted. An instinct.

You grasped for his belt buckle, still kissing him feverishly, lifting his shirt to access his jeans...

"Hey! Wake the fuck up!"

The transition from a deep, sensual sleep to the embarrassing reality of your bedroom dropped onto you like a bucket of cold water.

Sun poured in through the windows, much like the moonlight in your dream. And, of course, there was no man in your bed. Only the lovely Robin Buckley standing in your doorway, tapping it obnoxiously and looking at you expectantly.

"Hmm?" you mumbled, dragging the blanket over your head, still not quite awake.

"You looked like an actual corpse lying there. I had to make sure you didn't, like, die in your sleep or something."

You rubbed your sleepy eyes. "I might have just been in heaven."

"What?" Robin asked, nose wrinkling. She shook her head. "You know what? Nevermind. I don't think I want to know."

You sat up and squinted at the girl leaning on your door frame. "So why exactly did you wake me up? Besides to check my pulse?"

"You can't let go of your famous cranky morning attitude for one day? It's New Year's Eve, dingus!"

Oh, fuck. "I totally forgot what day it was. What are the plans, again?"

With the stealth of a ninja, Robin shut the bedroom door behind her so your parents couldn't eavesdrop.

"I thought we had a deal!" she whispered. "You've got plans with Nancy and Carol, right? I need you to tell mom that I'll be with you all night."

Yawning, you finally scrambled out of bed and over to your dresser. In your sock drawer, stuffed inside a rolled up pair of socks, was a crumpled bit of paper.

"Sure, no problem. But I'm not going with Nancy."

Robin snorted. "Should I even bother guessing who you're going to see tonight?"

Still cranky from waking up, you threw back your own prying question.

"Should I even bother guessing who you're going to see tonight?" you snapped, but instantly regretted the tone of your voice when you saw a flash of hurt in Robin's blue eyes.

"Look, Robbie, how about we make this easy? No matter where we both end up, let's tell them we were at Carol's with Nancy. Just meet me at our spot half past midnight, yeah?"

"Do you think this will actually work? We've never asked to go out on New Year's before."

Robin looked apprehensive, but you didn't miss the spark of adrenaline on her face.

You gripped the paper in your fist tighter. "No idea, but eventually they're going to have to realize that we aren't their prisoners and we can be friends with anyone we want."

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Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer

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Eddie was almost out of his front door when he heard the phone ring, shrill and disarming.

He stopped in his tracks for a moment, listening carefully to his father picking up the phone in the living room. A few seconds of silence, then some mumbling.

"Ed! It's for you!"

The call he had been waiting for.

On the last day of school before winter break, the brown eyed boy meticulously scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper before stuffing it into your locker. After the passing of Christmas and almost a whole week, Eddie wasn't sure if you would ever call. Or if he had even put the paper in the right locker.

After the day you had skipped school together, he had been a little discouraged by the wall you suddenly built between them. You were avoiding him in the hallways again. A wall was always up with you, though, and Eddie could easily tell how private of a person you were.

But he truly thought you both made progress that day. Hot chocolate, driving his van around the old factory across town. Learning about each other and laughing at stupid shit. He figured those would be memories you could reminisce over, years down the line.

Or was he just being a hopeless romantic? This was real life, not the fantasy of a brave knight fighting for the affection of a particularly sullen princess.

Plus, c'mon, he was Eddie Munson. A freak. But who exactly were you?

"Hurry up and grab it! I ain't got all day, kid. Jeopardy is on."

Of course, his dad was already drinking and his patience was short, even on New Year's Eve of all days.

He ran quickly to the kitchen before his dad could hang up the call. Eddie almost dropped the phone in all of the commotion.

"Got it!" Making sure that asshole actually hung up the phone in the living room, Eddie Munson composed himself and spoke calmly into the receiver. "Hello, sunshine."

"How did you know it was me?"

Your deep voice, your golden honey voice. Sticky and sweet as it dripped onto his existence.

"Oh, you didn't know? I have psychic powers. If I focus enough, I could probably even tell you what you're wearing right now."

Eddie's tiny effort worked, and the laugh he elicited from you was like music to his ears.

"Joke's on you, Munson. I'm actually not wearing anything."

He could have choked on the room-temperature coffee he was sipping on. So much for composure.

"Perhaps my powers are failing me, then," he sighed dramatically. "Happy New Year's, by the way."

There was a pause on the other line. "Hmm, don't go saying that just yet. I was calling to maybe make plans with you tonight."

When the slightly stunned boy didn't answer right away, you continued.

"Unless you already have other plans? I know it's kind of late notice…"

"No, no," he replied quickly. "Well, I have some plans with Jeff and the guys, but not all night. I'm a little surprised to hear from you at all, to be honest."

"Yeah… I have… strict parents. They don't exactly approve of some of the people I hang out with."

Ah, Eddie thought to himself. Another piece of the confusing puzzle.

He leaned over to peek around the corner into the living room. His father was focused on the TV, chugging beer and letting out an occasional wet cough.

"Sunshine, I know all about difficult parents."

"Maybe we could talk about it tonight? Or have I scared you off?" As usual, your blunt, cocky statements sent shivers down his spine.

"Freaks don't get scared, Buckley!" he chuckled, "I know a good place to watch the fireworks at midnight. Just let me know the time and place to pick you up."

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Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there

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(song lyrics credit: "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode)

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takami-takami · 16 hours

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TRIGGER WARNING: Hawks x reader. Minors DNI. Trauma. Pedophilia/incest. Comfort/support for that. Do not add any harmful comments or tags. Subject matter is not for everyone, so please ONLY read if this will not trigger you, as I will be making no attempt to censor this or any explicitness.

"Is there something wrong with me," you ask.

Those words are the last to leave your lips. Putting your secrets to words feels as if you've allowed the fluid that filled the cavity of your chest to spill; that fluid being a sacrilegious amalgamation of sorts, an unholy blend of suicidal dread and utterly childlike rage.

Keigo catches them. He picks them up like he does your hands in the cradle of his palms.

You could count the creases in those palms just as easily as you could Keigo's smile lines, or the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when you make him laugh from his belly. You could sketch Keigo's fingerprints from memory, you're positively sure.

"There's something wrong with what happened to you," Keigo answers. "But no. There's nothing wrong with you."

For once, you feel no obligation to correct him. His emphasis on happened is deliberate, and you allow it. After years of gentle coaxing, from the first time he nearly cried the word baby the first time you told him, you feel no need to compare what didn't happen to what did. You feel no desire to hide in shame of what could have been worse. You feel no obligation to inscribe a caveat into your own experience.

You feel no performance in your childhood death.

If anyone understands the intricacies and complexities that line a traumatic past, if there's anyone you can trust, it's him. His voice crackles with empathy like candlelight in the dim of your shared bedroom.

Try as you might to find it, there is no pity in his words. They are neither rehearsed nor forced.

Keigo's words are perfect, and they are for you.

"Is this okay," he further asks before he lifts your hand to his cheeks; and it cracks your shell down its center. You nod and you mean it.

Simple, unfamiliar words; finally, finally, finally uttered by someone who should be saying them to you. A person unrelated to you by blood, a man of the appropriate age promises to crawl inside your body and it's so innocent and sweet. His words taste of sugarcane and smell like the pinkest sakura petals, dancing as they fall like stars and landing with a comparable delicateness.

Keigo's words remind you of the morning he tried cooking you pancake stacks with whipped cream and strawberries. They remind you of how the edges of the batter crisped golden brown with char because he was too distracted by the way you laughed at his quips that came to his throat easily.

From your chest, a giggle— another word you can say now, with him.

Giggle. Neighborhood. One day, when you and Keigo raise your own little ones and watch them tussle and toddle trying to carry the weight of their untainted wings, you're sure you will be able to say the word family again.

For now, his chaste kiss to your bruised yet healing knuckles is enough.

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frost-queen · 23 hours

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The fall of a knight (Reader!Targaryen x Sir Criston Cole)

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Summary: Reader dislikes Criston from how he acts towards your sister Rhaenyra. Constantly fighting with him and being sassy, till it starts attracting him. Years pass as Criston's attraction for you only grows. You still act the same towards him, not much changed over the years. When another starts flirting with you, it brings a bad jealousy over to Criston, taking you as his even though he can't have you. [R! has purple eyes just like in the books]

It was way too late when you got a sudden idea. The scenery taunting your dreams as it woke you up. Your thirst for knowledge needing to be lessened. Throwing the covers off you, you got out of bed, putting on your slippers. Your heritage of the Targaryen bloodline interesting you so much. Surely since you were the only Targaryen with lavender eyes. You had always wondered how it came.

Slightly opening the door to your chamber, you stuck your head out and peeked around. Seeing if there was anyone in the corridor. Not being able to wait till morning, you just needed to get to the family library that withheld all of the Targaryen history. Perhaps there you might find answers to your questions. Perhaps there had been another with lavender eyes? Taking your chance, you ran out of your room, running through the corridors.

Sir Criston Cole was standing guard before your sister’s room. Making sure no one would disturb her sleep or come and harm her. Sir Criston furrowed his brows hearing rushed footsteps. Turning his head he saw you ran around the corner fast, making him tilt his head. It took him a few seconds before placing his hand on the top of his sword, coming to run after you. – “Princess!” – he said in a hushed tone to not alarm any others.

Clenching his jaw, he quickened up his pace. Sir Criston caught up with you, grabbing you to a stop. – “What are you doing out of bed?” – he questioned with a scolding voice. You were panting a bit, catching your breath. – “I need…I need to go to the library.” – you told him seeing his face change to anger. – “It’s the middle of the night!” – he shout-whispered to you.

“It can’t wait.” – you replied brushing his hand off you. Sir Criston took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. You crossed your arms, quirking your eyebrow up. – “Shouldn’t you be protecting my sister?” – you asked him. – “You need to be in bed!” – he countered crossing his arms as well.

“Have you left her unattended?” – quirking your brow even more, just to taunt him. – “No.” – he groaned out. – “I don’t need saving. I’ll be quick.” – you said already turning round to head to the library as Sir Criston kept you in place by holding your wrist. Turning you back to him. – “Bed is where you are heading!” – he made clear, pulling you along with him.

You tried to pull your wrist out of his grip, but it was no use. Sir Criston led you back to your room, shoving you inside. – “Don’t get any funny idea’s princess!” – he scolded closing the door before him. You groaned annoyed. You hated that he had seen you. The thirst for knowledge still vivid. Unlike your sister, who was rather carefree, you were not.

You found her ignorant of her surroundings. She couldn’t even name any battle formations right. Rather spend her time with Alicent than prepare herself properly for her future on the iron throne. Kneeling down, you tried to look through the keyhole. You couldn’t see clearly, so you hoped Sir Criston Cole had left to guard your sister’s door once more. Taking the handle in your hand, you slowly opened the door, still crouched down. – “Going somewhere?” – Sir Criston commented, looking over his shoulder down to you.

A smirk on his lips. – “I hate you.” – you breathed out. Sir Criston positioned himself better in your view taking a dramatic bow at you. – “I’ll be here all night.” – he mocked just to taunt you more. Annoyed you shut the door again. He surely wasn’t going to let you pass now with him guarding your door. Pacing around, you hoped perhaps he’d fall asleep. Which was unlikely. The hours past as you felt yourself get exhausted. Eventually falling asleep sitting down, with your head down on the table.

The next day, your sister, Alicent and you were at the white tree. Rhaenyra and Alicent sitting down and gossiping. You sitting at the other end, as far away from them. You lifted your head up from your book, feeling a presence come from behind you. – “Had a good night rest?” – looking up, you saw Sir Criston Cole standing behind you. Making you roll your eyes at him. – “Should you not be watching my sister.” – you let out, focusing on your book once more. – “I am.” – he answered, still looking back at your sister.

“That the book you so desperately needed to read in the middle of the night?” – he teased with a smirk. His comment made you shut your book tight. – “Mockery, how elegant.” – you responded with a sneer while getting up. Giving him a sarcastic smile. Sir Criston Cole gave you a sarcastic smile back. – “Sir Criston!” – Rhaenyra called out to him. He lifted his head up to her, seeing her wave him over. Sir Criston jogged over to your sister to answer her plead. – “Jaos” dog you mumbled under your breath.

Sitting annoyed down, you watched how Rhaenyra wrapped him around her finger. Him doing all her bidding. Having enough, you got up, taking your leave. There was no room for you anyways. The three of them so caught up with each other, they hardly noticed you taking your leave. You made your way around the castle, ending up at the fighting court.

Soldiers practising as you stopped and stared. Observed their movement. Watched it with the upmost attention. Taking notice of their footwork. The way their muscles worked whilst handling the sword. It made you move your own foot to match their stand. Trying to get the right distance between your feet for a steady stand. Sir Criston found his way on the fighting court, seeing you watch the soldiers practise.

He got in motion heading over to you. Pausing briefly he noticed you swiping your feet over the ground setting it in a position. Making him furrow his brows. He then eyed the soldiers, making a link with what you were doing. Sir Criston made his way across towards you.

“Found you!” – he said coming to be at your side. – “I didn’t need finding.” – you replied stoking some folds off your skirt. – “You left unattended.” – he answered making it clear to you. It made you scoff loud. – “You must’ve gotten an honour for observance.” – you mocked turning your head away from you. Criston grabbed you by your elbow a bit rudely. Turning you back to him.

“You do not leave unattended!” – he made clear, raising his voice a bit. – “Scared I’ll run?” – you replied with a teasing smile. – “Did I make myself clear?” – Criston called out pulling at your arm once more. You stared right back at him with your intriguing lavender eyes.

“Sir Criston, am I royalty?” – you asked him. – “Of course.” – he answered mesmerized by your gaze. – “Then stop bossing me around.” – you made clear giving him a little shove. Walking off, Criston kept staring at you. As you slowly started to attract him. Making him curl up a shy smile.

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

Sir Criston Cole entered the room, having searched everywhere for you. With a sigh of relief, he was glad to finally have found you. Asleep that was. With your head down on the table, a book underneath it. He approached you, nudging your shoulder to wake you. – “Princess.” – he said. – “Princess… Y/n wake up.” – he started to nudge you harder. – “Wake up Y/n.” – he said a bit louder.

You shot awake, hand shooting out as it him right in his nose. Criston groaned in pain, stumbling back. You got up apologizing. – “Oh sorry I thought you were someone else.” – you said until you could clearly see it was Criston. – “Oh it’s you, well that’s alright than.” – you continued with sass. Criston glared at you for the perhaps deliberate punch to the nose. Stretching out, you got up.

You saw him still cover up his nose, recovering from your little stomp. – “Oh please.” – you called out with a roll of your eyes. – “You hit me in the nose!” – Criston answered loudly. – “You’re a knight.” – you mocked that he should be used to it. Criston glared your way, as your attitude hadn’t changed over the years. – “The tournament, Y/n.” – Criston said changing the subject.

“Right.” – you answered with a sigh. Criston came by your side, walking out with you. – “Aren’t you participating this year Criston?” – you asked not with the intention to be curious. – “Yes.” – he answered. – “Then you’ll get used being hit in the nose.” – you teased with a laugh. Criston laughed mockingly loud to make clear your joke wasn’t even funny.

Getting outside, you let Criston guide you to the box. Rhaenyra already sitting down. – “Criston!” – she called out, waving her handkerchief around. She threw it at him as it fell down in the dirt at his feet. He bend down to pick it up as you left his side, coming to sit by your sister.

When Criston looked back up, he was surprised to see you gone. Looking up at the seats, he saw you sit by your sister. Criston took his leave to prepare. Rhaenyra and you were chatting a bit till the tournament began. You watched several men joist. Not nearly as amusing as you liked it to be.

Then came the one on one combat. There were two men fighting as Sir Criston and another were up next. – “Criston!” – Rhaenyra called out to him. Criston neared the box you sat, looking up as his gaze fixated on you. The other contender joined his side, looking over at you as well. – “Y/n Targaryen!” – he called out making Criston look at him. – “May I receive your blessings? A kiss from you will still my beating heart and give me strength enough to win this tournament for you.” – he said moving his hand out to you.

Rhaenyra tapped your knee enthusiastically at the attention you were getting. Criston clenched his jaw with tension. Clenching his hand into a fist. – “Fairest Targaryen, may I drown in your lavender eyes and hold your tender hands in his. This battle shall be in devotion to you.” – he continued as you stared in shock at him. – “Go on give him a kiss.” – Rhaenyra teased, pushing you to do so.

She practically shoved you out of your seat. Sighing loud, you knew she wouldn’t stop pestering you about it. You got up, making your way down to the edge of the box. Sir Criston staring hard at you, eyes widening at what you were about to do.

You tapped your finger against your cheek to let the knight know what to do. The knight turned his cheek towards you. You grabbed a hold of the frame in front of you, leaning closer to give the knight a kiss on the cheek. Sir Criston staring at it with disgust and jealousy. Rhaenyra cheered loudly from her seat, getting up to clap. You felt a bit foolish as the knight pressed his hand against his cheek.

Your gaze fell upon Criston, seeing how angered he was. Clearly fighting off demons inside of him. A battle you weren’t sure which side would win. A horn got blown as it announced the start of the next battle. You returned to your seat watching the next round. Sir Criston and the other knight you had given a kiss on the cheek.

Sir Criston sniffed loud, looking up to the seating where you sat. Smiling a bit that you dared to taunt him so much with this. With showing affection to anyone. The knight readied himself as Criston drew his sword. He called it out, running up to the man to let out all his anger and jealousy out. He was brutal and hard. Hardly leaving the knight room to breathe.

Rhaenyra stared in shock at him. Criston kept slashing his sword down on the knight’s shield. He lost balance, falling down as Criston got on him. Punching him a few times, making sure to hit the cheek you kissed. Wanting to wipe your sweet lips off him. Criston was a savage, rampaging. He wasn’t going to stop till there was death. – “Criston!” – you shouted loud, seeing that the knight below was barely giving any reaction.

“Enough!” – you made clear wanting him to stop. Criston stopped, his knuckles full with blood as it hovered over the knight’s face. The knight sputtered out some blood as Criston got off him. Claiming his victory. Having enough of this manly show-off, you got up, leaving the seats. Criston cleaned his hand, noticing you take your leave.

Without another thought, he went after you, going away from the tournament. – “Y/n!” – he called out catching up with you. He grabbed you by your shoulder, turning you to him to push you up against a tree. When your back hit the bark, you let out a gasp.

“Don’t do this to me Y/n.” – he spoke keeping his hands on your waist. – “Do what.” – you teased him making him smirk. – “Kiss another man in front of me.” – he replied grabbing you forcefully by your chin. Tilting your head a bit back as he stared firm at your eyes. It made you weak on your knees by the way he was staring hungrily at you. Criston took a step closer to you, nearing you more.

He let his thumb go down your lip, parting your lips by pressing on your under lip. Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest as your cheeks flushed with heat. – “Criston…” – you whispered as he tilted your chin aside, kissing your jawline. His touch send a warmth over you like a tidal wave. He went down, kissing you in your neck.

It made you wrap your arms around him, scratching faintly his back. He knew he shouldn’t, but he wanted anyways. He wanted you to be his. So he simply claimed you as his even though he wasn’t allowed. Criston’s gaze met up with yours, staring fiercely back at you.

Then he smacked his lips on yours. Kissing you roughly. He immediately felt you kiss him back, diving with him into the intimacy. Criston started kissing you harder, quicker. Panting with each grasp for breath between kisses. For you were his, and his alone.

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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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