Hello! I hope you like this little Drabble! I did it with an unspecified monster so you can kind of imagine him how you want (although I did mention claws).
You aren’t quite sure why you thought your little prank would turn out any differently than it did. You were bored, and you just wanted to see if you could get under your boyfriend’s skin a little. Granted, calling your possessive monster boyfriend by your ex’s name… well, let’s just say it wasn’t the best idea.
The second your ex’s name left your lips, you practically felt the air shift. Your monster’s body tensed, and you heard the low growl rumbling in his chest. He stood to his full height, and your fight or flight kicked in. Obviously, a fight wouldn’t work against your beloved yet massive boyfriend, so that left the option of flight.
Could you have run to your bedroom, which has a soft bed and a feeling of comfort? Yes.
Did you run to your bedroom? No…
Your next bad idea was taking off out the back door and heading for the woods behind your home. You aren’t really sure why your brain seemed to think that was a good idea, but honestly, you aren’t sure there was a lot of thought behind your actions anyway.
Do you have a good sense of direction? Not particularly, and it’s even worse at night, which it currently is.
Could you outrun your monster boyfriend? Absolutely not.
You only made it past a handful of trees when your feet left the ground. Large claws manhandle your body until you face your boyfriend, legs dangling several feet above the ground.
“It was a prank!” you say quickly. His eyes turn into a glare as you try and give him your best innocent look. He walks forward until your back is pressed against a tree, your legs wrapping around him out of instinct.
His voice is deep and rough as he says, “I don’t ever want to hear that name come out of your mouth again. You’re all mine and ONLY fucking mine!”. He uses sharp claws to tear the clothes from your lower half. “I’ll spend all night making sure you forget that name and never speak it again. The only thing that pretty little mouth will be able to do by the end of tonight is moan and scream”.
He thrust in your embarrassingly wet cunt with one hard stroke, the fat length stretching you open and leaving you breathless. He shifts so your legs hook over his arms, leaving you spread wide and at his mercy.
He bounces you up and down as he pleases, listening to you moan and whimper as he brings you to the edge over and over. His cock glistens with your juices, and he releases his own moans and growls as he feels you clench around him repeatedly. He fills you with his cum, marking you from the inside, but he keeps going.
Eventually, he moves you to the ground, fucking you hard and deep in the middle of nature, claiming your body like a feral animal.
You don’t know how long it’s been or how many times you have both cum. Your cunt and thighs are a sticky mess of fluids, and overstimulation has set in. The pain mixes with pleasure in a dance of overwhelming ecstasy.
You are barely aware of being carried back to your home, the sun just rising on the horizon, and your monster’s hands are gentle on your body. You are in desperate need of a bath and sleep, but more than anything, you are content to be in your monster’s arms.
Pranking your boyfriend might not have been the most brilliant idea, but you’re pretty happy with the outcome now.
a troll king kidnaps you to be his wife, and in the interim before the ceremony, the traditionalist trains you to take his cock by fingering you.
warnings: 2.7k words // nsfw - masc!troll king x virgin fem!reader // very explicit non-con, size difference, power imbalance, kidnapping, claiming, dirty talk, talk of consummating the marriage in front of his people, breeding kink, slight virgin kink, groping, reader is referred to as thing & small repeatedly, reader is gagged with wrists bound behind her back, sniffing & licking, pervy old troll guy, clit stim, first time fingering & rough fingering, forced orgasm, forced overstimulation, multiple orgasms, light grinding
a/n: written for an anon request! let me know if we wanna see the night of the ceremony 👀
You’re such a pretty thing to him, even in such rags. He first spots you when you wheel your family’s cart through town, crops piled up to sell at the market. You’re struggling with the massive cart that he could so easily move with a single hand, and he enjoys watching you struggle with it. No husband or lover to claim you or help you, you poor thing. You’re all soft grunts and whines when you haul yourself to the market.
He knows then that he has to have you.
And how easy it is for him to take his new queen.
He sends his best guard to do it, knowing he won’t touch you. It only takes one; between your feeble human frame against his guard, you are no match for a troll. He smiles down at you when you’re hauled in off your feet, your dress covered in mud, and your face glistening with tears down to the gag shoved in your mouth. You’re a sad plop onto the floor, your wrists unnecessarily tied behind your back. No position for the future queen to be in, but alas. He burns beneath his royal robes.
The ground shakes beneath him as he steps from his throne. Grins pass around his throne room whilst he approaches his soon-to-be-wife. Sweet one. He watches your eyes widen and well with tears. Oh. He kneels and twists himself to get close to you. You smell sweet with the earthiness of the mud. He’s done his due diligence, he knows you’re his to claim first and what will be your only and last.
He hums at your tits pressing up against the floor, peeking out of the shitty collar of those rags he will replace at the earliest convenience. All the clothing they house fits trolls, not humans.
“Pretty one,” he muses, hooking a single finger underneath your chin to keep your pretty eyes on him. You’re quivering, and he burns to feel that on his cock. “You’ll be the most perfect queen. We will marry under the full moon in seven days, and you’ll be mine.” He skims his eyes down along your writhing frame to your sweet bottom. His hand encompasses all of you, and you clamp your eyes shut as he gets a handful of you. Oh. He takes a deep breath in closer, shoving his nose into your neck. Delicious. He can’t help himself. He feels another vicious shudder as he drags his meaty tongue over your delicate throat. A sob trapped within making it tremble and move. “Come with me to my chambers, pretty human. I will introduce myself to my betrothed. Show you the ways of your new people.”
Your sob cuts through the throne room. Ah. He wastes no time plucking you up from the floor, hoisting you over his shoulder. You have meat on your bones, but you’re still just so delicate. There’s attempted strength behind every squirm, but he merely has to squeeze even the tiniest of muscles, and you relent. Sobbing, pleading into the meat of his shoulder as he holds you. He reaches up to swat that out of you, spanking your bottom through your rags.
You lurch and shout, sniffling next to his long gray hair. But his hand remains on your ass. Squeezing and groping.
“The ways my cock will break you, pretty one, I cannot wait to train you.” He kicks the door open to his room, and throws you down onto his bed. “Now, the ceremony, see, we will be married in front of my people–our people.” He crawls up with you, a hand pinning your waist down. You clamp your eyes shut, but he advances, watching how your tits move with every heaved breath. “The moonlight will bless us, and then we will strip and bathe beneath the light, rubbing the sacred oil on each other, and then…then, we will consummate our marriage until the sun rises.”
You’re shaking like a leaf underneath him. Oh. But you’re so pretty. And look at you! Squirming about like that. He aches to see what’s underneath your muddied dress. But the ceremony…the rules…. He skims both hands up along your sides, straddling you. His cock aches beneath his robes, and the tent it makes has your cracked eyes staring down at it in what surely is just awe.
“Ah, don’t worry. It will fit inside your tight cunt. I will make sure of it,” he hums. “Alas, we cannot test it now. It’s imperative we wait until the wedding night.” He skims his hands up higher. Your eyes shut again as he brushes his massive thumbs over your tits. What he’d give to tear that thin material to shreds to see you now. But he can’t. He leans over you again and buries his face against your soft, warm chest. “We cannot risk offending the traditions. No. No. Pretty one, we will have to wait, unfortunately, before I can press your pretty legs back and devour that cunt. I will spend days between your legs to taste your sweet pussy, until you weep along with it. How I have thought about you every day, every night….”
He breathes you in deep and slow. Your chest stammers on your next breath, and, oh, it’s a sight to watch. Your back bows, but there’s nowhere to run when sandwiched in like that. So…soft…. And you smell so, so sweet. He lets his tongue roll out to meet you. Goosebumps rise over your skin when he laps at you, tracing the press of your tits up where such cleavage is left bare to tease him.
“I cannot wait to fill you with my kin,” he growls, nipping at the sensitive skin. It makes you shriek and scream, so he does it again. Biting and marking his soon-to-be-wife as his. He’s already getting a crown made for you. And pretty jewelry you’ll wear like netting and cuffs so there will never be a mistake made about who you belong to. Should they miss the consummation ceremony, of course, but it will be mandatory attendance. “I will press you on your pretty back and bend your legs over yourself, mmmmm, and fill up your pretty pussy until it leaks my cum. Again and again and again.” He moans into your tits, groping at them roughly. His cock aches in temptation. He cannot. He knows. Oh, he knows. But he wants to feel you. Wants to make your pussy weep for and squeeze him. “Over my throne, within our feasting hall, tied up in pretty ropes to keep that tight ass up for me. Oh. Pretty thing that you are. I have thought about you endlessly.”
He needs you. Oh! He needs you! He moves down over your stomach, sniffing through your dress. Delicious. The burn to fill you up grows. Seven days is so long to wait, but he must. He must! Then he can pump you full and fuck you how he wishes. And you will be such a great queen…so perfect to breed.
He presses his nose against your lap, and he can smell you so sweetly. Yes, yes. Your pretty pussy hiding just underneath there. Taunting him. Tempting him. His heavy balls throbbing and his cock leaking so steadily. He grips your thighs through your dress and squeezes. You sniffle and try to move your legs, but he holds you steady.
Sweet, untouched–he can tell. He knows. The moonlight creeping in reminds him of his duties, and he takes another, shuddering inhale to memorize you. And he presses his mouth open against you, where he ought to taste your dripping cunt under his tongue.
He cannot fuck you. He feels you writhe again. No, he cannot fuck you. But you are such a tiny human compared to his troll stature. He is so…big. Even his fingers. And his cock…. Oh, it will be so unkind to you to not prepare you, wouldn’t it? He cannot slip his cock into you, no. No, certainly not. But….
He groans when looking up over you. The wet of his tongue making your chest glisten, the bite marks left as small indentations across such sensitive skin.
“Shhhh,” he soothes, crawling back up over you. “Shhhh, my betrothed. Shhhh.” He situates himself on his side and rolls you onto yours. Your back is to his chest, and he wraps and arm around you to grope at your tits over your dress. You shudder once again, and he keeps his nose buried in the nape of your neck. “I cannot fuck you now, pretty one, but I would be remiss to not prepare you, would I not? Your sweet pussy…I would break you if I tried to fit myself into you as is. Shhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
He skims his other hand down, and the mud-caked bottom of your dress rustles. You thrash, but, ah, he has not even started yet–did you even know the pleasure of an orgasm yet? Such loneliness out on your family farm for the last twenty-five years. Poor thing. You surely know nothing. He’ll show you. Oh. He skims his fingers up between your clamping thighs, but he merely nudges up and parts them on his own.
“No need to be worried,” he coos, breathing you in again. Dragging his rough tongue over the curve of your neck, and feeling you shiver. “I will train you every night, every morning, every afternoon. I will take care of you. You will be prepared for me when I claim you on our wedding night.”
And how he will claim you! Rough and dirty, until your sweet pussy squirts all over him and turns the two of you into messes. And again. And again, until you’re nothing but the next orgasm he can fuck out of you.
His cock twitches at the thought. It travels down to his achy balls when his fingers finally find you. Oh. You thrash again, but there you! You’re so warm and soft. He rubs his fat middle finger over your sweet pussy, rubbing every inch to feel you. Parting you, memorizing where he is going to dive his tongue into the first chance he gets. A finger does not count. No, he is being so proactive! He’s preparing you, yes.
He gropes at your tits harder, making your back bow, and he can’t decide what to feel first. Your clit or that tight hole he’s going to stretch around his cock? He goes for your clit, first, finding the sensitive bundle of sweet nerves to rub the rough pad of his finger over. He is going to make you fucking scream and cream until you cannot give him any more. Yes. Yes. He finds it, certified by how it’s swelled underneath just the brush of his finger, and you curl away, mewling behind the gag that’s making you drool down your cheek.
Yes, yes, yes. He drags his tongue over your throat again, rubbing your pretty clit harder.
“Oh, sweet one. Pretty one. My queen.” He’s been searching for the perfect queen for so long, and then fate thrust you onto his path. You should’ve been married and with kin already, but no. No. “You were put before me to claim, and I will.” He slides his finger down to find your cunt weeping. Yes, that’s it, sweet human. He smears it over his fingertip, teasing your hole with slow brushes to gather it up. His mouth waters, but he merely takes a taste of you up there again. “I will claim you when we wed, and I will claim you every morning, afternoon, and night after. Amongst our people, amongst my men, so they know you’re mine. Fated as mine. They will watch me fuck your sweet pussy, your tight asshole, and that pretty mouth so they never dare to question our love. I will plug your cunt so you hold my seed and we can grow our family quickly. Oh, sweet one.”
He ruts against your ass, and pushes the tip of his finger against your cunt. You shriek, shuddering already. And he skims his hand down from your fine tits and presses against your cunt through your dress. Rubbing where he’s certain your clit is–yes, yes. You weep around his finger more, gushing wet and letting his finger push in more. More. More. So wet, so warm. Stretching gradually as his gargantuan finger takes you. And takes you. And takes you until your sweet cunt and full down to his knuckle. Ah, just like that. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply. Feeling your cunt flutter around him, your legs kicking nowhere, your ass pushed back against him.
A moment. He lets your pussy relax around his thick finger. And with a grin, he sucks a spot onto your neck to mark you clear as day, and then he moves his finger. The slow movements make the squelching quiet, but he hears it. And he can smell your arousal as he wiggles his finger back and forth inside of you, stretching you out and making you tense up and tremble. Your thighs move between parting and closing, and he moans, rutting up against your ass more. The fabric is bared just enough of it for him to get a small glimpse at your soft skin there, the dress draping over his forearm while he pulls his finger out to the fat tip.
Then he laps at the indentation of his teeth on your neck, and he stuffs his finger back into you. You shout, but as he curls his finger and finds that spongy spot inside of you, it melts into such a pretty sound. Oh, yes. Yes, there you go, pretty thing.
He shifts, shoving his other hand up your skirts. He feels all of you, rubbing at your defenseless clit with rough circles whilst pumping his finger into your sopping wet cunt. You’re practically pulling his finger back in for him, already knowing what fate has in store for the both of you then, yes? Ha. Pretty thing that you are. You like the pleasure then, surely.
“See?” he coos next to your ear. Your back starts to arch and your cunt flutters. “Told you I would take care of you. Doesn’t this feel good, my betrothed?”
He fucks his finger into you harder. You’re spasming. Close, already. Wow. Perfect. He will be able to wring orgasm after orgasm out of you with how sensitive you are. And he groans at the mere thought–one of many he’s had so often since seeing you.
“Look at you.” He laughs. You’re thrashing again, but it’s involuntary this time, he knows. He feels it in a harsh spasm on his finger and the sounds you’ve fallen into making are rich and sinful. You’re sobbing still, but your eyes have rolled back. You’re pressing your tits out like you’re just asking him to suck on them and fuck them until your face is painting in his seed. “Ha. Ha. My sweet thing. My betrothed. Yes, prepare for me. Like this. Yes, yes.”
Your whole body jerks as he fingers your sweet cunt. You take it. Falling into a broken shout that is hardly muffled behind that gag. And he doesn’t stop. You’re convulsing around his finger, there, what has to be your first ever orgasm tearing through your sweet self. From your drooling mouth, your heaving tits, arching back, clenching stomach, pulsing cunt, and quivering thighs. Your legs curl up as it reaches you, and the squelching of his finger gets louder.
You cum with a visceral, beautiful scream.
See? Preparing you! And look at how you handled that!
He keeps his finger on your clit and fucks you through every clench of your pussy as your orgasm ruins you. Without stopping. One is not enough–no. He will not be stopping when he fucks you, so preparations must continue. He keeps his fingers where they are, still, the wet, obscene sounds breaking out inside his chambers as your whole body tenses up.
You kick one and writhe, but then you’re there again. So quickly. Spasming. Climaxing.
Gushing over his thick, pistoning finger.
Ah. Only seven days! He prods at your cunt with another gigantic finger.
I read that requests are open (please forgive me if they’re not), but I’d like some Draal or Angor x reader fluff, if that’s okay.
Angor Rot Headcannons
One thing that's been on my mind is that, if Angor is deciding how he wants to show his appreciation to his human lover is make two golems -- that are made out of roses -- hold a banner that says a sweet message in the Troll dialect like "I love you", "You're doing great!", "Do you want me to kill Jeff from Accounting?". You have no idea what they say, unless you're with the Trollhunters. Sweet. Unreadable, but sweet.
Because he is a Troll that has been in slumber for a very long time, only awakening in our time, he would be very confused with technology, he refers phones as "pocket magic". His first interaction with one was the common scenario of having his picture taken when poking around it. He almost destroyed it, thinking that it took part of his already stolen soul.
Tries to teach you how to wield a dagger. Keyword: tries. You tripped over your feet; multiple times mind you. He's just glad you didn't get cut by your blade, or worse. At least they weren't coated in Creeper's Sun.
#scarydogprivileges
You literally have a -- troll -- assassin by your side, bound by the power of love. If you were a member of the Trollhunters' group, they now have a new advantage as long if your life is in danger. Which, considering what the Gumm-Gumms are up to, then that is not often unless it actually involves going toe-to-toe with either Gunmar himself or one of his minions (Changelings or mind-controlled soldiers).
If he were to be turned into a human, the first thing you would want him to try is human foods- as long it isn't Barbara's. Apologies, Mrs. Lake, but your cooking isn't good as from what the audience has seen. Although it tastes nice, I don't he would be okay with knowing that there are dangerous chemicals in everyday human foods that you eat.
Request: streamer!Reader has a game going and their monster bf (dealer's choice!) comes in without paying attention/doesn't care/etc. solely to pay you back for some teasing earlier that morning?
A/N: Couldn’t hold myself back from the joke that there’s a troll under the… desk. Lol. Enjoy!
You feel a hot caress against the outside of your leg and you jerk up, kicking your feet and covering your mouth so your chuckle is not heard over the mic. You look down to see your boyfriend there, kneeling under the desk and looking as cute and adorable as ever. You arch an eyebrow at him, happy that your camera is turned off right now because you don’t want people noticing something is happening.
He puts a finger over his lips, a clear sign that he wants you to be quiet. He takes his phone out of his pocket and sends you a quick text. It reads “don’t make a sound, I think it’s time for you to pay”. You look down at him, excusing yourself on the mic for a second.
“Excuse me for a second, I need to let my cat out of the room,” you lie. There’s a flood of messages on your chat, many people asking for you to show the cat, some others telling you it’s okay… But you are already looking at your boyfriend under the desk. “Pay for what? I didn’t do anything to you!” You try not to sound too offended, but you fail. You are offended.
“First: you kicked me two seconds ago,” he tells you, his mouth frowning on a cute blueish pout.
You chuckle caressing the side of his face. “Aww, poor troll, did your human girlfriend hurt you?” You use your most condescending and teasing tone, laughing harder when he growls.
“That’s a second offense there, girlfriend.” His tone is borderline dark, and you have to press your thighs together to avoid whimpering. Fuck, he knows exactly what that tone does to you.
“You didn’t explain what I did!” You tell him when he grabs both of your ankles, parting your legs slowly.
He stops, looking up at you with a smirk and dark eyes. “You walked around the house with those tiny shorts tempting me as I was at a meeting, now is my turn to tease you.”
You are shocked by his words, what does he mean? He gifted you those shorts! “What? I was wearing your gift!” You know he’s not buying your lie, a green eyebrow arched as he smirks. You did put on those shorts on to tease him as he was in a video-call with his boss. And you might have moved your ass a bit more than necessary in front of him as you passed. Guess you aren’t as subtle as you thought.
“Turn on the mic, and don’t let your followers know what is happening under the desk. If you are good I’ll even let you come…” You shiver at his promise, knowing fully well what he’s capable off. He’d played with you countless times, and some of those, when you had been particularly bratty, he’d edged you until you were crying. (You loved when that happened.)
“But I…” You try to argue again, not really putting any effort behind it. Your pussy is already wet just thinking about him playing with you under the desk as nobody notices. It scratches a part of your exhibitionism kink you didn’t know you had.
He grunts: “Now, darling.” And your whole body melts, your legs parting as you comply.
You turn the mic on and start talking about some stupid thing that happened when you went shopping a couple days ago, a naga almost running you over with a shopping cart. There’s laughter on your chat as you sort out the different things you need for your trip to the mine in the game.
He caresses your legs, softly inhaling against your skin and kissing every inch of skin he can, getting closer and closer to your center as you try not to sound breathless over the mic. People seem obvious to what’s happening under your desk, and you can feel your pulse accelerating by the idea of somebody realizing. You don’t want that… but the thought of it makes you want to moan.
His rough tongue hits your pussy suddenly, and you have to bite your lip hard not to let out a sound. Your character in the game moves to the side and the chat asks what’s happening. You let out a giggle, telling them you accidentally pinched your side with the chair and you can feel the huff of silent laughter against your most sensitive skin as your troll boyfriend laughs. The fucker…
He starts slow as you keep playing, talking about non-sense and trying to keep using your cheerful tone. His tongue feels divine against your hole, you can feel the gush of juices running down your pussy just to be caught by his dexterous tongue. You have to bite your lip a couple times to avoid letting out a loud moan.
Every time you stop talking, he stops his ministrations, and you have to hold back a whimper and a plea. You try to remain focused, but you know you are fucking it up, some low level monsters almost killing you as you fumble with the mouse to change from your pickaxe to your sword.
You move your hips against his face, trying to rub your clit with his nose and he nips at your labia, making you jump a little. A warning. You can’t take as much as you want, he’s the one in control… The reminder only makes you want to do it again, but he uses one of his hands to anchor you to the chair.
He pushes two big fingers inside of you, stretching you as he finger-fucks your welcoming pussy. You are praying to whoever is listening that the lewd sounds of your wet pussy aren’t being caught by your mic, but at that point you aren’t sure you even care.
You try to remain cheerful, but with each movement of his fingers in and out of you, you can feel your climax getting closer and closer, his rough tongue feels amazing against your clit and you are seconds away from coming.
He pinches the outside of your thigh, pushing you away from your impeding climax, and making you let out a low whine that has your face turning as red as a tomato as he stops his movements, looking up at you and someone in the chat lets out a thousand questions about what’s happening.
That happens at least ten more times. You don’t know how much time passes, you only know the feel of his tongue against your pussy and his fingers rubbing against your G-spot. With each second, you are more incoherent, and your movements are more sharp. Your brain is jelly as you keep talking, making every single noob mistake you can as he edges you, denying your orgasm every time you feel it coming.
You are desperate and trembling, your brain disconnected when you decide enough was enough. “Fuck,” you mumble, and then louder you say: “Sorry guys, an emergency came up, see you tomorrow!” You rush out as you close all windows on your computer and let out the longest and most lewd sound ever.
Your troll looks up at you with amusement in his eyes, his fingers curling inside of you as he rubs your G-spot over and over. Your eyes roll back into your head and you push your legs over his shoulders, grabbing his hair and pushing his head harder against your needy pussy.
“Please, please, please… I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be good. Let me come, please!” You know your words mean nothing, but when he pulls back a fraction just to say: “Come for me,” you are done.
Your hips rock against his face, and the second his tongue makes contact with your clit, you are coming all over his face, gushing juices all over and screaming at the top of your lungs. The orgasms with him are always incredible, but after all the teasing and edging, that one is earth-shattering.
He chuckles when you come down from your high, probably looking pathetic and sweaty. “I know you lied, darling, I know you won’t be good for me.” He cleans some of the mess you made with his hand, taking licking your juices off it as you pant.
“But you love when I’m bratty,” you let out in a whisper. You feel boneless, your whole body spent as he pushes back your chair and stands up between your legs. His hips are at face level now, and you are already salivating thinking about the possibilities.
“Yeah… I really do. Now… What are you going to do about this,” he points down at his very hard and very angry-looking blueish dick.
You smirk up at him, not getting up from the chair as you open your mouth and look at him from under your lashes. He smirks, grabbing your head with his big hand and feeding you his cock.
Yeah, you’d definitely would do it again if this is the punishment you get.
Karkat Vantas/GN!Reader
a/n: Take my domestic fluff. here take it. no, seriously. take it. .. deviates from canon, you choose how that applies.. no warnings! not beta read
Karkat had faced monsters, end-of-the-world scenarios, crossing timelines, hell, even different timelines, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared him for this hell-hole torment of trying to tie a wedding tie. Luckily, he isn't alone in trying to face this horrible beast.
Karkat stood grumbling in front of the mirror, expression twisted into a sort of rage usually reserved for broken coffee machines or missing socks. However, now instead of those, he was dealing with a tie. A concept he hated. Crab-'dad' never had much of 'hands' to successfully teach him how to tie a tie correctly, so now, in his early twenties, he had to figure it out himself.
"THIS IS BULLSHIT." He grumbled, restarting the video he had found online, squinting at it again. "WHY DOES ANYBODY WEAR THIS? WHAT IS THIS EVEN SUPPOSED TO ACHIEVE?"
Walking in to see your boyfriend losing it over a cotton tie was not something you had on your bingo card for the year. You and Karkat were told to wear formal casual, so you settled for a formal button-up shirt, a good tie thats formal yet not over the top. Perfect for when you don't know what to expect. Perfect for a wedding event.
You stand in the doorway, smiling gently at Karkat. "Still struggling?"
"STRUGGLING ISN'T EVEN THE RIGHT WORD." "THIS SATANIC NECK-FIEND DEFIES LOGIC AND ALL THAT CAN BE MADE INTO ONE SINGLE WORD THAT DEFINES IT."
Coming up beside him, he turns to face you, his eyes wary and vulnerable. "CRAB DAD NEVER HAD THE HANDS TO HELP ME TIE THINGS LIKE THIS, AND THIS MOCKERY OF A HELPFUL VIDEO ISN'T HELPING EITHER." His hands fall to his side as he lets out a heavy sigh.
You reach up to his tie, gently fixing the knot. "I got here just before you could stretch the fabric beyond repair. Not only would you have to struggle with it, but we'd also have to buy a new one." Karkat furrowed his brow, stiffening over the dreaded idea of having to go back and buy another one of those wretched things.
You finish up on the dark red cotton tie, smiling still at Karkat before giving him a small peck on his lips. "There, good as new." Karkat blinked before a bright red blush spread across his face. "...THANKS. HOW DID YOU MAKE THAT SEEM SO SIMPLE?"
"Too many post-high-school wedding invites. Too many for one lifetime, that is for sure." You sigh, rethinking all of the events you felt as if you had to go to. Damn those fancy wedding invitation cards.
Grey hands smoothed over your shoulders, his eyes scanning over your shirt. "SO.. YOU CAN TIE THE UNIVERSE'S MOST DIFFICULT PIECE OF FABRIC, BUT NOT IRON YOUR SHIRT?"
"Not everybody's Einstein, y'know?"
"TAKE THIS OFF. I'M GETTING THE IRON OUT."
"Any specific way you'd like for me to take this off?"
"....HOW MUCH TIME DO WE HAVE BEFORE WE HAVE TO GO?"
You grinned, unbuttoning the shirt while looking at him. "Just enough to redo your tie and my shirt."
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR THEN?"
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short little drabble I managed to get out while I showed one of my friends that new minecraft arg... meheheh.... ok requests r open send some in if u liked this, i do all trolls/humans.
Notes: I’m probably willing to write for even more characters. I’m still very new to Warcraft and I’m still learning characters. I’ll add to the list as I see fit in the future.
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One minute you're eating overly salty fries at a cheap restaurant with your friends and the next, you're being abducted from the parking lot as you walk to your car. You don't have a chance to put up a fight as you get knocked out cold. You wake up in a cave, freezing your tits off.
Shadows dance on the walls as a fire crackles at the center of the cave. Just as you're thinking of leaving, a figure enters. As they step closer to the light of the fire they're revealed to be a grey-skinned creature that looks vaguely humanoid and certainly won't win any beauty contests.
He's a male, a fact you realize when you see the bulge in his ragged loincloth, which is the only piece of clothing he's wearing. His black hair falls down his back in a tangled braid that has been decorated with bones. Heavy brows and small, brooding eyes. Tusks like those of a boar jut out of his thick-lipped mouth. He's holding a spiked club that's more than half your size. He sets it down and shuffles around the cave, adding more wood to the fire. You can't help the frightened sound you make at the sight of him and his head jerks up.
His eyes light up when he sees you're awake and to your horror, he comes lumbering right towards you. You gasp at how big he is and how surreal the whole situation is. You only remember to cry out when he's almost on top of you. He scoops you up into his huge arms, talking in a raspy language you don't know. He sets you in a bed made of furs, clumsily patting your shoulder, urging you to lie back. There's something almost frantic about his actions. The weight of his hand pushes you down with a thump.
"W-who are you? Is this a dream? What the hell is going on?" You demand, shivering despite the clothes you're wearing.
Another torrent of unfamiliar words. He holds you down with one hand on your shoulder and tugs his loincloth off. For a moment you're stunned into silence at the sight of his grey cock standing proudly to attention, veiny with a hellishly thick shaft. Then you scream and snap your legs shut. He startles at the sound and stares at you in alarm. He asks you a question, but you don't understand him.
"You can't just whip that out, mister!" You yell. "Ask a girl first! Wait, what am I even saying?"
You scramble away from him. "You're not even supposed to exist. What are you?"
He pats his chest and says something. It sounds like he's trying to introduce himself.
"I don't care what your name is. I'm more concerned about the fact that I've been abducted and a monster is showing me his huge cock!"
He tilts his head and watches as you clamber out of his love nest. The moment you're on your feet he stands as well. Of course, you try to run. He doesn't look like he can be fast, but he bounds after you and hooks an arm around your stomach just as you reach the mouth of the cave, lifting you clear off your feet. A good thing too, because there's a sheer drop and you almost ran to your death. The view from the mouth of the cave reveals a strange landscape of craggy spikes and slithering grey valleys. This doesn't look like any place on Earth. Have you been abducted from the whole ass planet? You slump in his arms.
"Mate," he says.
"You know English? Please let me go–also, I'm not mating with you! Put me down!" You elbow him in the stomach.
He sets you on your feet and drags you along with a huge hand clamped on your arm, leading you to a miniature replica of his bed. This one has large rocks forming a small wall around it. He points at the setup.
"Want baby," he says. "So must mate."
You stare at the makeshift crib then shift your gaze back to him. He eases up the pressure on your arm but continues to watch you. His expression drops. Wait, are those tears in his eyes?
"Please, want baby," he croaks, shifting his weight on his broad, flat feet.
You groan. "Why? Why me?"
He grunts. "Portal open. I see you with good parts for making baby."
You almost laugh at that. Now that his cock is no longer pointed in your direction you're not so afraid of him. He's weird but it's clear he doesn't intend to hurt you, at least.
"I'm not a machine. You can't just pop the goods in and wait for it to bake. I'm a person, a human. I have feelings and needs and I definitely don't need a giant man trying to fuck a giant baby into me."
"No good?" He questions.
"No good," you reply firmly.
He looks so disappointed as he walks over to a roughly hewn table and sits down that you feel bad, for some bizarre reason. He sits there and fiddles with his fingers.
"Lesh will take you back."
"Who's Lesh?" You ask.
He pats his chest. "Me. With full moon, portal opens and Lesh will take you back."
"I have to wait till the next full moon?" You squeak.
He nods. There's no way this is happening. You go back to the fur bed and crawl onto it and begin to cry.
"I don't want to be here!" You wail. "I want to go back to Earth!"
Lesh comes over and crouches down, patting your hair and saying words in a soothing tone that actually work to calm you down. You open your eyes to thank him and find him stroking his cock right in front of you like it's the most normal thing to do.
"Dude," you frown, tears rapidly drying up.
He pauses, his fingers flexing around his shaft. He looks confused.
"No good?" He says cautiously.
You shake your head with a small smile. "No good."
I've already made a post about a mountain troll who has sexy time with a human but I'm just thinking about the reaction he'd have to seeing a human woman naked for the first time.
He'd be curious, inspecting your naked body and taking his time to admire you. Caressing your shoulders, letting his hands slide down your arms before he takes your hands in his and holds them up against his own. Then he'd inspect your breasts, getting behind you and cupping them in his large hands. He notices how you moan as he rubs your nipples with his calloused thumbs. Then he'd cradle your c*nt in his palm, your moans only growing louder.
So he lays you down on the cave floor and spreads you legs. Inserting his thumb and index finger inside you, stretching you out while your legs tremble.
He leans his face in between your legs and sniffs your leaking c*nt. He sticks out his tongue and proceeds to clean you up, only creating a larger mess as you come undone.
