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— my dear dickstraction ft. 𝓒onnor 𝓢toll

𝑐𝑤 :: 17+ // smut // p in v // unprotected (he pulls out) // praise 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: connor stoll x mad girlfriend!reader 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 :: connor fucking the anger out of you, as he realizes, is very efficient.

you were mad. and rightfully so, as the cabin counselor of your cabin, you’re responsible for any damage to it, especially if it’s one of your boyfriend’s pranks in question that caused said damage. naturally, connor doesn’t want that, so he fucks you through your little rant. “seriously? who in their right mind hides rotten eggs under the campers' beds!— nggh!~” your lecture is cut off by another deep thrust of his into your quivering cunny. connor plays with the rim of your panties, whom he just pushed aside for quick access, letting the frilly material move across the side of his shaft, a small curse emitting from his lips as you squeeze around him. “it’s funny, babe— fuckk, it’s just a prank.” you rolled your eyes, letting out a scoff, much to connor’s dislike, okay, he might’ve gotten a bit carried away with this trick. your knees all but give out as he presses harder into you, smushing your front into the table below. a loud mewl escapes your lips as his cock hits your cervix with a sinful sound following, he speeds up, the old table creaking underneath your combined weight, but he pays it no mind, just hooks a hand underneath your stomach for support. “i’m sorry. i’ll clean it up. promise.” he says softly, voice devoid of teasing, his lips gently littering kisses alongside the back of your ear. your breath hitches at his sweetness, but anger still shimmers underneath it all. another sharp thrust sends you further into the table, his warm body atop, trying to mold into yours. “cleaning it up will be okay, i guess— but what of the smell?” sensing your slight panic, his movement faltered, he gently turned your head to the side, tenderly kissing your lips. “i’ll figure out how to get rid of the smell too, don’t worry.” he groans, his dick twitching inside your velvety walls, balls scrunching up as they prepare for release. “just focus on me for now.” with a nod from you, he sped up once more. “good girl. my prefect girl, and the best cabin counselor,” he smirked as you clenched around him, covering your mouth as you let out another moan, connor loved how you reacted to his praise. he’ll shower you in well-deserved praise if that’s what makes his girl happy, and her cunt soaked. “hah , mmmh~ your pussy’s gripping me like a vice, babe. come for me, pretty.” and with a few more inward thrusts, you do. body falling wearily on the warm wood whilst his strong arm holds you from completely falling to your knees. his other hand retrieves his cock out of your sopping hole. moments later, you feel his warm semen spilling on your back. connor doesn’t plan on making you distressed again anytime soon, but this is definitely his new favorite method for avoiding your anger.

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ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 — something about you : eyedress, dent may

he’s so pretty.

percy jackson, son of poseidon— one of the most powerful demigods to step on gaia’s green earth—

— is pretty.

his dark brows that you cleaned up around the edges for him whenever he had enough patience, his even darker hair that fell into wind-swept waves and loose curls, his sharp nose dotted with freckles that reached the height of his cheekbones— you could go on and on, and on about your boyfriend's beauty.

how he’s a son of poseidon and not aphrodite bewilders you. gods, he certainly looks like he was sculpted by the goddess of beauty.

it's what you thought about almost every time you woke up next to him. he looked so peaceful, as if he hadn't been to hell and back (literally), and saved the world on numerous occasions (also literally.)

it’s a breezy summer morning and his cabin window is open so the wind is gentle and sweeping the curtains this way and that. the abalone walls reflect light from the sun, casting a nearly transparent rainbow across his freckled cheeks.

you reach out and brush your fingers against it, and he nuzzles into your hand even in his sleep.

and even in his sleep he’s the prettiest thing you've seen.

even when he drools.

speaking of,

“what, do i have drool on my face or somethin’?” he murmurs and his morning voice makes your stomach do a little flutter akin to the way it always did when you first started dating.

your grin is an answer enough and he groans, turning over to look at his alarm clock and wipe his cheek in the process. “it's noon,” he groans again, sliding a hand down his face. “we missed breakfast, and we’re definitely late to activities.”

“it's not my fault you slept like a rock,” you hum as he pulls you back against his chest.

“well, it's your fault we were up all night,” he retorts playfully, poking you in the side and making you yelp. “b’sides, you could've woken me up, jerk.”

“aw, but you look so pretty when you're sleeping,” you tease once you recover, “and even better when you’re silent and not bothering met.”

“you love when i bother you,” he rolls his eyes and pulls you closer, nipping at your nose. ever the sassiest man you know.

you hum in faux consideration, as if debating on his words, “i guess.”

“you know,” he corrects, brushing your hair back with gentle fingers. the same hands that had killed so many monsters, the same hands that nearly put misery out of her misery.

the same hands that held you, comforted you, caressed you, gentled, and loved you. hands that would never lift to harm you.

you take that hand and kiss his knuckles, and he quite literally melts into your touch, with a soft sigh thst comes out almost as a hum.

he pulls his hand back, pulling you toward him in the process, and kisses your forehead, then your brow, then your nose and cheeks, until he's peppering feather-light kisses around your face.

“good morning, pretty.” he murmurs against the corner of your lips. no matter what, he never fails to give your a proper ‘good morning’ greeting (so what if it is half past noon?)

“good morning, percy,” you grin back, waiting for him to just kiss you.

and so he does.

and it's soft, with his hand sliding to rest at your nape in order to pull you close enough that he hums against your lips, and you reciprocate the sound.

your fingers card into his hair and he all but shudders against you, lips parting enough for you to brush your tongue against the seam.

his free hand moves to brush against your waist, fingers cool underneath your shirt. it starts creeping lower and before he makes you both even more late, you pull back.

he chases after your lips with the same pout that always tugs at his lips when you pull away too soon for his liking.

you push him back, fingers planted on his lips, with a grin. “brush your teeth first, sleepyhead. then we have to scour the kitchen for whatever is left from breakfast— if it hasn't already been sacrificed or given to the harpies.”

percy sighs before planting a kiss to your fingers and pulling back to slide out of the warmth of his bed, “aye, aye, captain.” he half heartedly saluted and stalks off to the bathroom, boxers low on his hips and back muscles and biceps flexing as he lifts his arm to rake his fingers through his hair.

you follow after him after stretching, after all after only a few sleepovers, you’d started leaving spare toiletries and clothes. since it's just percy (and occasionally tyson) in the cabin, you're always more than welcome to stay night. even chiron turns a blind eye (mr. d doesn't care enough to even notice.)

percy’s already got his toothbrush in his mouth when you walk in so he runs your toothbrush under the water and squeezes some toothpaste on before handing it to you.

you brush your teeth next to him, and it's quiet save face for the usual camp sounds— kids and counselors shouting, the sound of the tether ball, volleyball, newer campers screaming when they realize the climbing wall isnt just a climbing wall—

the usual.

percy finishes brushing first and washes his face, dragging the water into his hair and slicking it back a bit in the process.

again, his biceps flex as he does, and they're just so bite-able. if you didn't have a mouth-full of foamy toothpaste in your mouth, you would bite them. but you do so you don't.

instead you spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth then toothbrush before setting it in the same cup percy’s is sitting in.

“so i brushed my teeth,” percy looks at you, and you're confused at first as to why he’s stating the obvious until he steps forward making you step back into the counter.

he swoops down and catches your lips in a kiss that toes the line between soft and demanding. his hand lifts to cup your jaw, tilting your head up toward his.

you think to pull away, remind him about breakfast.. but maybe being late isn't that bad. maybe you can be just a little more late.

and maybe — no, you definitely have perseus jackson completely wrapped around your finger and he's definitely proud of it.

Angor rot my beloved 😳

#trolls #trolls au #troll oc #tales of arcadia #angor rot #trollhunters #toa x reader #toa trollhunters #toa #trollhunters tales of arcadia #trollhunters x reader

FLESH FOR THE EATING

Bular X Witch/wizard! Reader

Note: Reader's pregnant but is gender neutral (So if you don't have the ability to get preg now you do. Bular uh–accidentally–finds a way) mentions of people getting eaten, mentions of canbalism, Bular is quite the protective yet pissed off bitch(Going off the words of Mr Pearlmen), Bular's entrance includes a human body part that he intends to feed to reader so uh take that as you will (You don't eat it so don't worry)

Not proof read cus I'm too lazy

Owning a little cozy store in Arcadia Oaks was always a little dream of yours, believe it or not. Sure, it was not one of your main goals, being a socerress (And stealing a certain gumm-gumms heart) topped that. But now, in the modern day world, that goal of yours could be finally ticked off–a saying made by the mortal's–your bucket list.

A few years ago you bought a little bookshop snuggled between some not so 'sunshine and rainbow' allyways, but a fixer upper always comes in on one's journey of life. But, miraculously, after a few weeks the dingey allyways started to have less and less–quote on quote–shadey people. Which was great for business! More customers and people who weren't cowards. But it did come with a cost.

Missing people. A lot of missing people. Posters covered the streets of Arcadia for a long while, but slowly people started to give up. And then nobody was waiting and wanting for them to return. Sad for the families but (apparently) they were a delicious snack for your husband.

You affectionately call him 'Butch' when speaking about him to humans. Because, well, Bular is quite the abstract name and if they ever found books on troll history they could quite easily connect the dots, but humans find anything magical outlandish. They would just pin it as a coincidence and think 'maybe his parents really like fantasy and folklore', but it is better safe than sorry. Coming from the fact that you've met quite the few humans that are actually extraordinaryly smart, you maybe even thought about taking one of them as your apprentice. But alas it was never meant to be.

"Has Butch been having trouble putting the crib together yet?" Barba Lake, a dear friend and a once in a while customer, chuckled with a smile on her faint ruby red lips. You chuckled along with her. It was a stereotypical thing you would see in the picture films, the father of a child struggling to construct a baby's bed. You wouldn't say Bular was having trouble with a nest–techinaly a troll version of a crib, but for mother and baby–but he would spend a long time out searching for stuff that he deemed worthy to be apart of the nest. Though, it does worry you with how longer it takes each day. Yesterday it was so close to sunrise, you nearly turned him into stone yourself for being so careless. "A little bit, but he manages the best he can." You answered, passing Barbara her newly bought cooking books.

"And," You started, changing the subject. "How is that boy of yours?" You asked, refering to her son, Jim. He was a nice young boy. You remember when Barbara took him here when he was...five? If you remember correctly. The red haired woman's face contorted, she seemed hesitant and sad. "Barbara?" You said, your tone being glossed with worry. "I-...sorry," She murmured, taking her glasses off and rubbing her eyes. "A lot has been happening lately." You frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that." She shook her head, putting her glasses on and murmuring that it was fine.

You let out a sigh, sliding off your chair and standing tall. "I know it won't mean much," You said slowly, ducking behind the wooden counter, a hand making it's way to your bump. A few moments later you returned to Barbara, placing down a cardboard box full of items. Which in return, made the red head raise a brow. "But choose an item that *speaks to you." The doctor tilted her head. "Really?" You nodded. "I don't have any need for them anymore, and well, I need to make room for the baby." And their enchantments have long since worn off. "You're too kind," Barbara chuckled. "But if you insist..." She trailed off, placing the cook books down and putting her hand in the box and digging for anything that met her fancy.

After a few minutes, Barbara let out a 'AHA!' noise, like she was actively looking for that exact item. "Find something that you like?" You mused, stating the obvious. Barbara nodded with a little grin. She pulled out a golden bangle. "My grandmother had one of these, I've always been looking for something like it. Didn't think you'd have a replica." You shrugged, but not bothering to hide the little smirk on your face. "I have many things that you don't think I have." You said crypticly. "Well, I better get back to the hospital." She said, putting the object in her pocket. "It was good seeing you, Barbara." She smiled. "You too! Try not to overwork yourself. I know you." You chuckled. "I'll try. Butch has already been on my case about that all month." 'but do you really know me, Ms Lake?' "Good on him. Take care now!" She said, picking up the books, giving her goodbyes and walking towards the entrance and then out the door.

Letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, you put both hands on the box. Intending to move it back to it's original place, but your stomach interrupted you with a growl and a kick from the baby. "Okay, I get the signal." You murmured, emerging from behind the counter and walking towards the managers office. Nobody else was in the store–suprising, you had expected some people to get some shelter from the rain–you let your employees have a day off, trying to be a good boss to them. Opening and closing the door, you waddled over to the little shelf that had a bag on top of it. Your bag. Waving your hand an orange glow surround the bag, pulling you hand back, it then floated towards you. Grabbing it with both hands, you zipped it open and put your hand in it, searching for that sandwich you packed.

A few seconds later you pulled out a zipp lock bag that held your sandwich within it's clutches. But before you could even undo the zip, a growl caught you off guard. It definitely wasn't from you and it was very faint, yet familiar. "Bular....?" You murmured, flinging the bag onto your desk. You walked over to the giant tarp that covered the giant hole floor, you flicked you wrist and the beige fabric flew upwards, before folding itself and drifting towards the nearby wall. Looking into the pit that lead to the sewers, you raised a brow. Nothing was there. "Curious..." You whispered, tilting your head but then a familiar smell caught your attention. Blood. You took a breath, taking a step back. Now, blood was something that you've gotten used to over the years, you're mates with a Gumm-Gumm after all, but something right about this moment in time. Why was there blood in the sewers? Stuck In your thoughts, you failed to hear the footsteps that were steadily approaching your location. Your thoughts were then later broken by a hard kick from the babe.

You let out a groan, a hand immediately going to your stomach. "Not now..." You whispered lowly, lowering your head. But that was your one, fatal, mistake. A towering figure shot up from the hole, landing just a few feet Infront of you. Your body tensed and you quickly lifted your head but then let out a relieved sigh, recognising the intruder. There Bular stood on all fours, a human arm in his mouth, and blood all around his mouth. Bular narrowed his eyes before dropping the arm at your feet. He stood to his full, towering height, "Expecting someone else, Witchling?" Tongue wiping the blood from his teeth as he looked down at your smaller form. You huffed, rolling your eyes. "It's not everyday you smell blood in the sewers, my dear." He grunted in response before nodding towards the arm on the floor. "Eat." He said, crossing his arms. You glanced towards the flesh, flicking your wrist, it floated upwards then landed in you arms. It was certainly fresh–not like the blood around Bular's muzzle wasn't already a sign–had he just ripped it off someone or killed who it belonged to? Not like it mattered but you were still curious.

"Thank you, my dear." His face glowed with pride, not even bothering to hide it. "But, I'll have this for dinner." Then contorted into disappointment. He huffed, "You're not going to eat fresh meat–taken from the body of a fleshbag–but you'll eat cheep slices of flith like that?" He growled, nodding towards the sandwich on your table. You sighed, putting a hand on your forehead. "Not even after you begged for a whole buffet of my food." He taunted, a brief smirk finding it's way on Bular's face. Jackpot. You growled, bitting your bottom lip, your eye peaking out from the cracks of your fingers. "You're lucky I can't use my magic too much, Bular." There's that flame he loved so dearly, he chucked licking the blood off his top set of canines. "I sure am, _____."

Note: I tried my best to not mischarised Bular but I apologise if I did. There's probably grammar and spelling errors

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Why are there so few Douxie fanfics :[

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(atp I'm gonna start posting my own while I'm at it)

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