#what would i be without tails gets trolled

[dirtsoilmulch]

yall remember this dialogue

[taylor-titmouse]

now that cadogan and his little guys are their own things i can explore freely, i want to talk a little about how they're made. lore subject to change of course, but the general idea i'm working from atm...

the in-universe term for what they are is "chimeric homunucli", but for ease i usually refer to them as cadogan's servants. they are not familiars. familiars are different. the three most basic components a chimeric homunculi must have are bones, blood, and semen. other elements can be added to better determine the form of the guy, but you won't get anywhere without those three things. bones are the scaffolding on which the body is built, blood forms the flesh, and semen provides the spirit. all three of these will have some effect on the personality and behavioral traits, but that mostly comes from the blood and semen. the blood imbues instincts, semen imbues intelligence and creative thought.

cadogan prefers to use gnome bones as his base because they're easy to get and because they make his creations conveniently pocket-sized. it's easier and safer for him to only make them big when necessary, with magic. for one thing it would require Significantly more material to make a full-scale creature, which is difficult to acquire and properly prepare. for another, they're much harder to control when big. obviously. if they were big all the time he'd never get anything done.

madog's basic components are gnome bones, manticore blood, and goblin jism. the manticore blood is where he gets his aggression and territoriality, and much of his strength when big. the goblin jism gives him the ability to think rationally and understand commands, and also the ability to work as part of a group. you'd never think it, but he's very good at teamwork. altogether he's a dedicated, completely loyal servant who'll take to tasks with vigor and gusto. good for a brute fighter to send out in times of trouble. he'd defend cadogan to the death. he also has manticore hair and imp wing membrane. these don't have any real effect on his personality or behavior, and are purely functional. the hair is to give him his fluffy appearance, the wing membrane is so he can fly.

myrddin's components are again, gnome bones, but also sea serpent's blood and troll jism. the sea serpent's blood attunes him to the water, giving him his hydrodynamic shape and skill at swimming. it's also given him patience and the instincts of a hunter that rarely feeds. he's not overly quick to action. the troll jism provides a greater intelligence than the goblin jism, closer to the level of a human. he is a much more rational thinker than madog, able to slow down and think fully through a problem rather than rush in to meet it. his secondary components are serpent fin and mermaid hair. these are almost entirely aesthetic, but the mermaid hair Does make him silky smooth to the touch and keeps wild animals from attempting to eat him.

and that's most of what i've thought out! before anyone asks, human bones + human blood + human jism would create an undead abomination and We Don't Do That. human blood and jism are alright to use but human bones are a taboo that crosses into necromancy. human wizards care less about the personhood of tailed species, so that's more okay (though it isn't really)

[cyjrix]

The Kiss of Venus

pairing: radio host!haechan x astrology columnist!reader

synopsis: Mercury is in retrograde, Venus is wrecking havoc, and everyone’s blaming their ex! Suddenly, you’re stuck doing weekly segments with a guy who thinks horoscopes are fake but somehow knows your Venus sign.

word count: ~ 1.2k

genre / tropes: fluff, forced prox (radio segments), weak attempt at slow burn

warnings: shifts between 2nd & 3rd pov; other than that, none

divider by @uzmacchiato

“Hey everyone! Welcome back to Neo Radio with your host, yours truly. Today, we’ll be talking about something I’m very vocal about. Very vocal on how much I hate it! So apparently Venus is ‘kissing’ my love life! Where’s the smooch, huh?”

Astrology is generally something heavily debated on but one thing is for certain. To haechan, it was all a load of bullshit because who in their right mind would look at the sun, moon, and stars, and think “oh golly gee! they can actually influence people.” He could have ignored the topic altogether but there was this one person who made him tick—this rising star, y/n aka the host of another radio show, stelaxz. She made him go crazy and not in a good way. Whenever he heard her voice on the radio, he wanted to rip his hair out, burn his ears, and leave the planet all at once. It’s like she made it her entire personality, an astrology columnist who was way in over her head!

Haechan thought that this was the absolute worst thing ever—so every single time he was on air, he’d make comments to poke at you, to get on your nerves. He hoped this would make you quit or at least shift to a different mode of expression. Yet you were indifferent, making a simple remark to stand your ground because who even was he? Just some radio show host who had zero knowledge in astrology. Just some radio show host with a whole lot of audacity.

“The day I start to believe in or actually even slightly show interest in astrology is the day that I lose it! Like lose my marbles. You know… Go bonkers, go insane!”

Viewers were quite used to him and his childish antics. Sure, he’s made a handful of comments like that. However, that specific clip goes viral, and it reached you! You’re far from the type to engage with trolls or in this case, people who talk shit for no reason but he’s been at this for weeks and it started to piss you off. Barely anyone expected you to clap back with a post on twitter:

“Where’s the smooch?” Oh I know! Maybe up my ass!

“Tell me you’re emotionally repressed without telling me you’re emotionally repressed.”

This blew up. And this blew up big time.

You weren’t even that well known yet and somehow, you got half a million likes. Your heart raced when you saw that you blew up online, your mind couldn’t fathom what would happen next. Would you get cancelled? Would you need to lay low? Maybe go off the radar because you had assassins on your tail? All the simple to the most complex and unlikely scenarios flashed in your mind. You wanted to expect the unexpected but that didn’t really work out for you.



You were prepared for everything! Well, almost… What you didn’t expect though (or even thought of) was multiple radio show hosts asking you to be on their shows with him or start your own collab show with him to ‘face your double sided rivalry’ for the country, probably even the world, to see. “What a load of bullshit,” you hoped that by standing up for yourself, you’d gain more attention for your content yet this is what you got in return? You got the exposure but at what cost.

Your feud turns into a forced-collab series where you “debate” on love and fate. So now you’re here! In a cold-ass studio with fluorescent lighting and a host who’s already talking as if he owns the show (he does) and like he owns the narrative (he does not). He doesn’t even look at you when you walk in. He just says, “Well, if it isn’t the moon whisperer.”

You blink. There was a pause. A beat. Someone, probably a producer, coughs in the background. Haechan grins. “Okay,” he says, dragging out the word. “This might actually be fun.”

It was most definitely not.

The first episode was a disaster. You were awkward. He was obnoxious. The tension was weird, not even the good type of weird, just weird-weird. At one point, you knock over your mic and called Mercury a bitch. That clip made it into the final cut. Said clip goes viral.

In the next week’s episode, you came prepared. You came with receipts, his birth chart to be exact.

“Since you’re so loud about how fake astrology is,” you say on-air, flipping the pages for that dramatic flair, “I thought I’d read your birth chart. You know… as a little treat.”

Haechan blinks. “You what?”

You smile, all sugar and menace. “Don’t worry. I only needed your birth time. I asked around.” The look on his face was priceless!

You clear your throat. “Let’s start with your Venus sign.” You say it like it’s no big deal, like you didn’t stay up an extra hour just to cross-check sources and double-confirm his birth time because accuracy matters, even when the subject is this insufferable.

He waves it off. “I don’t care what planet’s allegedly in my fake space heart.” You chuckled. Haechan leans back in his chair, mic dangerously close to his mouth. “Oh joy. Can’t wait to hear how Mercury made me an attention-seeking liar.”

“No, actually,” you say, smiling innocently. “Leo Venus made you that.”

He rolls his eyes. “Oh no. I’m attractive and love attention. How ever will I survive?”

Listeners eat it up. The clip goes viral. Again.

You continue, smooth and casual. “Leo Venus. Big romantic energy. Absolutely loves grand gestures, praise, loyalty. Needs to feel adored to feel secure in love.”

He snorts at what you say, but something about the way his leg bounces says he’s listening a little too hard.

You glance at your notes. “But also? Gets overly defensive when feelings are hurt. You know, masks that insecurity with ego.” You eye him, “Craves closeness, but refuses to be the one who wants it more.”

There’s a pause. “…Okay, Dr. Phil.”

You laugh, “Touché, but I didn’t make the chart. The universe did.”

He tries to joke it off, but that night at 2 in the morning, he finds himself rewatching the clip. Over and over and over again. Just the part where you say “needs to feel adored.” There’s something in your voice when you say it—just soft enough to not sound like an insult, the usual drag. Just sincere enough to make it feel like you saw him, even if you didn’t mean to. And then, at 2:08 AM, a couple minutes after, he types on his browser:

“leo venus compatibility signs + worst traits reddit”

“stelaxz venus sign + compatibility horoscope”

He clears his browser history immediately after. No one but him needs to know!

It’s been over a month since the first episode aired and this whole joint radio show extravaganza was exhausting. Though there were times you had fun. You’re tired. He’s tired. The jokes feel heavier than usual. You don’t know if it’s the way the comments are slowing down (maybe a slow day) or the fact that you’ve started to catch yourself looking at him for a little too long when he’s not being annoying.

Midway through the recording, you say something about how love isn’t logical, how sometimes it just feels right, and he doesn’t interrupt you for once. It was weird. He just listens.

That alone made your stomach twist.

@ cyjrix 2025

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Hii would u make a little zen snippet for me pls pls 💔 i just read a book that broke my heart into pieces and want to be happy again 🥺

Being back in your husband’s village was always a slower pace of life. Moving to the orcish capital for an arranged marriage to the king’s troll advisor had already been a big adjustment to a slower way of life compared to your life as a human noble, but this was something else. Most people spent the morning running errands or working until the heat got unbearable, napping through the hottest part of the day, then spending afternoons and evenings relaxing.

Zen was often pulled in every direction by friends and family who wanted to catch up. The first few visits you tailed along everywhere with him, often awkwardly sitting aside as you only barely spoke the language. His cousin and younger sister took pity on you, often stealing you away since they both also spoke human common.

Today his sister, Veli, took you down to the shore of the bay their village was along to cool down in the water and kill some time until dinner. The bay was almost always glassy smooth, waves only gently lapping at the shore. Usually you sat in the shallows with her and just chatted while you enjoyed the cool water, but today more shells than normal seemed washed up in the shore.

“Probably from the storm last night” Veli said looking out at everything washed up.

You had brought home a few shells here and there, they mostly just sat on top of your dresser now.

“There’s some really pretty ones now” you mused while you combed over everything, feeling a little guilty over bringing home more junk. Regardless you found yourself picking up a few.

“So what are you going to with them?” Veli asked.

“Just put them on my dresser with the others I guess.”

“Oh no, these are much too nice to be dust collectors. They’d be nice on one of your festival skirts along the bottom so they clink when you dance, or as jewelry maybe. You could make something for Zen!”

“He doesn’t really like jewelry, he’s pretty plain.”

“Yeah, but if you made it I bet he’d wear it. And you can even make something matching for yourself! He’s so smitten with you, he’d love anything you have him.”

That was something that took time to get used to. Love hadn’t been something you expected in an arranged marriage, especially so quickly, but your husband was a kind and gentle man, a bit of an awkward oddball, but a good person. He made you feel safe and loved, loving him back was easy.

“Fine, but he’s not going to wear it.”

You sifted through the shells on the beach with Veli’s help to find what would make two nice necklaces, choosing nearly identical spiral shells for the center and a smaller white shell for either side of the main one. She showed you how to bore a hole carefully through them without cracking them and how to braid the cords and string the shells so they stayed in place.

“So what did you and Veli do this afternoon?” Zen asked as you lounged together, just relaxing in the hammock on the upstairs patio in the little house you always stayed at when visiting his family.

You felt a bit embarrassed about giving him the necklace in front of everyone earlier at dinner, worried you’d put him on the spot. Your husband never liked being the center of attention, he dressed plainly and tended to observe what was going on rather than be part of things. You knew even a small gesture like giving him a gift around others would be more than enough to make him feel awkward.

“We went down to the shore and collected some shells, I actually have something for you” you told him and clamored out of the hammock to grab your bag where both necklaces were.

He gave you a quizzical look, “Oh, they’re very nice” he smiled.

“Veli helped me make them, I thought we could match.”

The words had barely left your mouth before he leapt up too, “You made this? For me?” he asked, examining one of the necklaces.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to wear it. I know you don’t really wear jewelry but I thought-”

“Which is mine?”

“Here, I thought you’d want a longer cord.”

He wasted no time and quickly undid the simple closure on it so he could put it on, unable to just put it over his head with his tusks in the way.

He knelt down to your eye level to press his forehead to yours and nuzzle you. That had also take time to get used to. With long, elephant-like tusks kissing wasn’t really an option among trolls. To a degree you taught him out to kiss, though it was always messy and at a weird angle, but this was what was natural to him. It was difficult pressing foreheads for two people with tusks, something that had to be practiced between partners, different for every couple because of different pairs of tusks. It was unique and intimate.

You felt how hard he was purring like this, though his purring had become a near constant background time anytime you were together.

He happily cooed over the necklace as you went back to cuddling in the hammock, periodically examining it and praising your work. You knew it was messy and not too even, but it hardly mattered to him, he loved it all the same and you rarely ever saw him without it on after that.

[totallynottinsel]

🌄 Whiskers for Wicks

A day in the mountain, Bilbo comes across a strange spirit casting itself in the form of a short legged, fire making cat. Heats rise in more ways than one as Thorin becomes jealous of the creature taking all his husband-to-be's attention.

Thorin had told him not to venture far off, and Bilbo promised to be careful as he wandered away into the corners of the forge. The two of them had made the trip down to assess all the damage that Smaug had caused it during his livid game of troll and dwarf with the company. Needless to say, it had been bruised significantly---though nothing a bit of dwarven ingenuity couldn't mend with time. Thorin lost a small beat of time as he discussed the meticulous matter of the repairs with a contractor and her crew, only then shook back by a sudden cry calling his name.

He drew his sword in a blink, his feet already trekking against the rubble. Even if it took far longer than he would have preferred, he found Bilbo stumbling his way from a heaping of crumbled stone beams. "Bilbo! Have you been hurt?" He placed a hand along the hobbits shoulder, scanning him for injury.

"No, no, it's---" Bilbo fell short of breath, sucking in his words and blowing them back out with a huff. "There's---there is something here! I saw it--"

"What did you see?"

"I don't know! That's why I called you over here in the first place. Thorin, I do not like the sound of whatever is hiding over there, and I don't believe it fancies us, we should---"

Suddenly, a deep rumbling growl echoed near only a few feet away, drumming their ears with its increasing pitch. Then grew an imposing shadow out from the crooks of broken stone, painting a ghastly figure; large like a warg carrying a snaking tail, teeth bared, its steps heavy. There in its silhouette rose outlines of crackling flames, glowing with heat. "Get behind me!" Thorin roared, guiding Bilbo to the rear as he kept his blade trained on the shadow.

"Thorin, we have to get out from here! We are not doing this again!" He tugged at the dwarf's sleeve as they fell back with quickening steps, though they had little chance to run or find cover before the creature had stepped into the light at last.

What they had been met with in the end was shocking for the both of them. Just in varying difference...

Bilbo had begun laughing, of all things---causing Thorin to double-take between him and the creature, certainly unsettled. "...What is so amusing?"

"It's only a cat!"

Thorin's brows furrowed. He peered back to the strange being---or 'cat', as it was named---cautiously. It was small, smaller than any animal he had laid eyes on before. It was nowhere near the size of a warg, hardly enough to make up one's paw. It's head was round and body slightly longer, with pointed ears and a swishing tail and barely visible legs under its belly. It wore a short orange coat along its back, while underneath was purely white. Strange.

"Thorin, it's alright," Bilbo assured, placing a hand to the arm that still held to his sword tightly. "Hm, I had no idea they lived in mountains."

"I have never seen something like that."

"Really? Oh, well, it can't hurt us. Eh, sort of..."

As Bilbo took a step forward Thorin grasped for his arm to stop his tracks, still ill at ease with the creature despite it being deemed harmless. He particularly didn't like how it's sharply bright eyes blankly bore into his without much movement---unnatural in every sense. "You have come across one of those before?"

"On occasion, yes. There used to be a fair few living in the Shire... the farmers used to have them catch all the nasty pests, if memory serves me right! I tried stealing one for a pet as a boy once. Did horrible things to my mother's curtains, unfortunately."

Thorin hung his blade back along his hip, his shoulders falling as he sighed. "If you say it to be so that this... cat means no danger, then I trust your judgement."

"Don't hold me to it, some of them can be rather grumpy. A bit like you." Bilbo tossed a playful smile his way, one that Thorin had given up fighting against after all the attempts of saying he wasn't grumpy, he just looked quietly displeased at times in frequent spurts.

Surprised to see, the cat had been friendly. It made a soft sound Thorin had yet to hear in all his days, almost like a greeting as it sauntered to Bilbo's palm to run its head under. He watched as it circled the hobbit, bumping itself over him with its tail held high. Perhaps he had wrongly accused it of malicious intent after all.

"Oh, goodness, your... warm?" Bilbo ran another curious strum over its back, his nose scrunching in sudden confusion. "That can't be right... she's burning up!"

"She?"

"Well... yes. Come feel her fur---I must be imagining things, surely---"

Before Thorin had the moment to kneel down to the pair, the cat broke into a sneezing fit after burying its nose in Bilbo's shirt. Though no ordinary sneeze it was, as its fur sizzled into flames, its underbelly shifting into dark cracked rock. Tiny sparks of fire and heated pebbles jumped from it, catching to Bilbo's clothes. He teetered away, quickly patting the heat sticking to his chest.

Thorin brought himself between the two, glaring down at the cat who now appeared in its furry state again. "Is that what your cats in the Shire do?"

"No... usually they, er.. don't catch on fire. At all."

The cat raised its head, looking up at them awaiting their next move. They certainly had more on their hands than just a friendly feline, and Thorin hardly had anticipated to be outplayed by a miniature fur ball.

------

"Ah, I'll be there in a moment! I have to finish brushing out Calendula's coat." Hummed Bilbo as he crossed-leg on their bedroom carpet, the cat in his lap cozily, arching its back upward with every stroke of the wooden comb that looked suspiciously like one of his own.

"You gave it a name?"

"Of course! And she seems to be fond of it, yes?" Calendula shifted her weight to face the hobbit, replying with a quaint 'maow'. When they inquired the knowledge of Gandalf on a visit of his, he had assured Thorin that their unexpected guest had no ill intent towards them nor the mountain. A hearth spirit, he called it; no one knew just how long it could have lived in the forge, (or why it chose such a cuddly form) perhaps it may have since Erebor itself was raised from the ground. Still then, something about the little firecracker brushed Thorin the wrong way.

And apparently, Calendula felt the same. When Thorin had stepped behind them, his hand only inches from grazing the hobbits curls, a set of claws swat at him. He pulled back before she could nick him any further, and those eerily big eyes looked at him with no remorse. That in all he could excuse for friendly fire, but when he came to find Bilbo reading in the library, their preferred spot to have time together when Thorin had a break from his royal business---(or afternoon tea, in Bilbo's words)---they had a third joining.

"How was the council?" Asked Bilbo, lifting his head from his pages.

"Well enough, though half the time was spent by Fíli reading off a list of requests from Kíli."

"Was it his plan to fish out dragon scales and use them to build a wall?"

"Worse." Thorin grumbled, about to take his seat across the other till he was met with the tragically fuzzy form yet again. The cat lay curled in his chair, peacefully asleep, a glow of heat floating up and back down with each of her breaths. He barely had gotten close enough to even try and move her before a hideous growl shook from her, banishing him to sit on the floor. No amount of kingly power had any say over the demands of such a fowl creature.

"I don't believe I want to know what he's planning. Well, in any case---you've come at the perfect time! We were just discussing plant roots." Said Bilbo.

"We?" Thorin quirked a brow, shifting an eye to his side. "It speaks?"

"Ah, not exactly. But she seems rather interested."

Gandalf had told them that it could very well be a spirit of higher knowledge, fully well capable---and likely---of understanding them. And interested Calendula was. She'd easily become bolder with her complaints, incessantly meowing and swatting at Thorin when ever he would even so much as touch Bilbo's shoulder. And there she would be in the hobbits arms, entrancing him with those big eyes and softly pink paws...

For Mahal's sake, he couldn't even be in the same room with his own fiancé without that cat scraping at his boot strings. Unfortunately, Bilbo had found it rather amusing, swearing she was simply showing affection towards him.

The coming days had been particularly grueling, fixing Thorin to meetings with elven ambassadors for more hours than he was able to count with his fingers, as well as halting his nephews attempts at crafting themselves an entire boat to go search for those scales they were so set on. By nightfall, he'd ached to shed his heavy layers and huddle into bed with his One; he hadn't the chance to see Bilbo all day, which no doubt stoked his weariness further. He came to their courters, stepping carefully inside as to not wake Bilbo who was fast asleep already. He'd made it just to his side of the bed when---her.

Calendula was obnoxiously spread out over the sheets, taking up far more space than he thought her to be capable of, leaving practically no room for him at all. First the chair, now his bed, as if she had any claim to it? Thorin bit back his tongue, grumbling tiredly as he squeezed his way in, his arms and legs contorted in every which way in order to avoid touching the fuzzy furnace.

Not a wink of sleep he got, eventually abandoning his twisted spot during an early hour when a sudden rumbling of hunger coaxed him away. He went his way to the kitchen, deciding to nab a single slice of bread. He left it placed on the counter, turning his back in search of jam, only to return to the cat with her teeth sunk into the bread fully. Both of them paused, taking in the sight, until Thorin lunged forward to swipe it from her unsuccessfully. The absurdity and sleeplessness made him laugh; Had the Maker truly condemned him to such a strangely cruel fate for the rest of his days? "Is that what you've been sent here for?"

She continued gnawing on the bread. He wasn't sure what sort of answer to expect other than that.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, far too exhausted to argue with a cat. He got himself another wad of bread, now carrying a heaping of jam, and sat down from across Calendula. They both quietly ate, though nearing his last bite Thorin forwarded it to her. "Truce?"

She silently blinked, then nibbled up the offering. A satisfied sounding mew she gave afterward, and that he took as well as words. It was not long before his eyes drooped, his shoulders slowly sinking as sleep finally took him---a low thundering sound of sorts he could not name lulling him.

-----

He didn't move her from her spot this time around, as she slept cozied to Bilbo's back. He slipped into bed, closing his eyes, not wholly prepared for when a sudden weight planted itself on his chest. He froze, watching Calendula's paws disappear under her belly and make herself comfortable. Then came that sound, the purring. He became tense at first, completely bewildered by her odd rumbling---but the more it caught his ear, it wasn't so nerve-wracking. In fact, he found it to be soothing.

Bilbo shifted across the bed, a sleepily pleased hum escaping his lips as his arm snaked under the dwarf's, holding to him. Thorin found no trouble drifting off as he was cuddled with warmth.

[alldoll3dup]

hello can i pretty please request dating john dory headcanons? i am kissing him as we speak

▐ I was itching to do a John Dory headcanon, thank you very much

໑୧﹒★﹒John Dory x FEM!Reader - Headcanon's ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Headcanon's of our dear JD as your boyfriend

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Fluff

- This little guy will do anything for you, literally anything

- Do you want the moon? John already brought her to you

- He is very affectionate and loves physical touch (he was alone for years so it is very important to him)

- Hands on your waist, kisses on your neck, being randomly carried are things you're already used to

- And of course he expects you to reciprocate, give him surprise kisses, sit on his lap at random moments, any slightest contact will make him literally melt

- He LOVES being between your thighs if he made a ranking of places he likes to be it would be like this

1- By my girlfriend's side

2- Between my girlfriend's thighs With my brothers

3- Between my girlfriend's thighs

- He scribbled because he was afraid of hurting his brothers feelings

- He is very dirty sometimes, if you don't say anything he will go days without taking a shower (not always because he wants to, but because he forgets)

- He is jealous and doesn't like you paying too much attention to other trolls

- If he thinks you're paying too much attention to someone, he'll just put you on his shoulder and take you away

"Dory! I haven't finished talking yet"

"I think you already finished"

- He loves when you get along with his brothers, he thinks it's cute

- When you sleep together he practically crushes you, he's thrown all over you and you can't even move

- He loves being in control of the situation, if you need help with anything he is ready to help

- If you don't reach something that is too high, John will just carry you

"Thank you Dory"

"No problem sweetheart"

- He loves giving you cute nicknames, like sweetie, pumpkin, love of my life

- Everything you ask Dory does, he is always ready to please you

- Don't stay away from him for too long, he'll be super worried

- Did you leave and said you would come back two hours later but it took you a minute longer? John is already putting up missing person posters

- And when you come back he will cling to you saying how much he missed you

"Babyyy, I missed you so much! Dont scare me like that again"

"But it was only one minute"

"It seemed like an eternity"

- Knows everything you like, favorite flowers, the perfume you use most use EVERYTHING

- His heart melts when you praise him

- Your perfect voice being used to praise him is the best thing that he could ever ask

- He is very silly sometimes, he can be a manchild but in serious moments he is so responsible

- Super clingy like extremely

- He has the best hugs, when he hugs you, you forget the rest

- You always dance together, especially brozone's songs

- When you said you listened to brozone and that he was your favorite he literally cried

- You steal all his shirts, after all, what's his is yours and what's yours is his

- He loves cooking with you, he makes a lot of mess so you told him to just stay still and cling to you and that's what he did

"Are it ready now?" - he said with his hands on your waist, his tail intertwined with your legs and his face resting on the curve of your neck

"It's almost ready Dory" - all you hear is silly giggles and little compliments

- He makes it very explicit to everyone that he has a girlfriend

- What else can I say? He loves you SO MUCH

▐ I hope y'all liked this silly little passionate

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

★ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ★

[thatbennybee]

Rewinding Our Fate Ch2: Recap

Once the dance number was finished, the snack pack slowly descended from each other’s shoulders and chatted amongst each other about their performance. That was until Poppy spotted Branch lurking quietly in the nearby dense leaves. She gave him a funny look, usually he would’ve said something snarky by now.

“Good morning, Branch! What’cha think of our routine this morning? Was kind of wondering if we were projecting loud enough for you to hear us.” She practically skipped over with the natural “pep” she always had in her step.

“Oh. Uh. Yeah, it was fine. Really great, actually.” He muttered.

He was looking at her but it was like he was staring into her soul rather than her eyes. Poppy shifted uncomfortably. Normally she didn’t feel so bad about Branch staring—or rather—glaring at her, but he didn’t even have his usual scowl on his face. He was looking at her like someone had just kicked his sick dog. On top of that, he just complimented her, which was even weirder because the only time he did that was when he didn’t mean it and he’d follow it up with something mean or getting-eaten-by-Bergen related.

She cocked her head to the side, visibly showing her confusion as the snarky comment never came and Branch let out the most pathetic, heart-wrenching sigh she’d ever heard.

“This is so useless. Why would you even come out here, Branch? To torture yourself more?” Branch whimpered to himself as Poppy watched him rake his paws through his disheveled hair in distress.

Poppy had no idea what he was talking about, but she could tell when a friend needed help. She looked behind her to see if her friends were watching—they weren’t—and then patted Branch’s back as she encroached past his metaphorical bubble.

“Branch? You feeling okay?” She said as gently as she possibly could, just above a whisper.

He froze, his back still to her and his muttering stopping. Instead of his usually shoving or nagging about her touching him, he seemed more responsive to her asking him something than he was to her touch. That was also very strange, Branch hated people touching him, and he always moved away like it burned if they did. After a moment or two, Branch let out another sigh. He only turned his head slightly to meet her eyes with a sideways glance full of misery.

“Don’t worry about me, Poppy. Just go back and play with your friends, don’t concern yourself with my feelings. Not worth the headache.” He was speaking so gently, not an ounce of venom in his voice.

It was so strange, he was speaking with so much… Compassion? This was so strange. So… Concerning to her. He’d never spoken to her so respectfully and it was wildly out of character to hear him attempt to put her first in some weird way. This only made her want to push it, more than she usually did. Something was making Branch super sad, and she couldn’t just leave someone like this. Especially not Branch, he had no one else to tell things to when he was sad, lonely, or even sick! Poppy moved in closer, shaking her head and moving around him to be right in front of his vision. She took hold of his paws in her own, which he didn’t even seem to mind, and twitched her tail with excitement that he was letting her do so.

Not the time Poppy-tail, this is serious.

“Branch, those were the saddest sighs I have ever heard in my life, and Biggie is the most emotional troll I know. What’s going on with you? You can tell me!” Poppy attempted to console him, waiting for the moment he’d yell and tell her to buzz off. He looked into her eyes for a moment, as if what he wanted to say was on the tip of his tongue before giving up and dropping his head, shaking it.

“No, no. It’ll sound crazy. So, so crazy and pathetic. Just leave me alone.” He sounded so defeated. Her heart just broke, she’d never seen him like this.

“Cooper’s crazy when he sees a party without a single pyrotechnic in sight. Feeling sad? Not as crazy. Try me.” She insisted with a slight chuckle, squeezing his paws a little tighter to make him return her gaze, which he did. He was about to speak when Poppy’s friends finally noticed that she was missing. His ears twitched, snatching his paws away and receding further into the forest as they approached.

Darn it, guys! I almost had him!

“Poppy? What are you doing over there in the bushes? Come ooo-oo-out!” Guy Diamond beckoned with an auto-tuned finish.

Poppy took back Branch’s paw and took him with her as she left the bushes, smiling big for her friends.

“Well, I saw Branch and as you knowww, he still needs to be invited to our party!" Poppy said, letting go of Branch to throw her arms up in the air in excitement.

“Oh yeah! It’s gonna be the biggest-” Satin and Chenille said in unison.

“-The loudest, craziest party ever. I know.” Branch interrupted with a sullen look. Before repeating his last words more pitifully as if he were reminiscing. “I know.”

Poppy looked at him with such pity. He looked so awful. Drained might be a better word to describe his appearance. The rest of the snack pack looked at him too, they could see just how pitiful he looked. It was weirdly out of character, they only ever saw him angry.

“Well… You look like you need some serious cheering up. And when I say this party could cheer up any troll, I mean it!” Poppy took out an invitation from her hair and handed it to Branch. “You should really consider coming!”

Branch just looked at the invitation in his paws, rubbing it with his thumbs in fondness and lost in such sad, melancholic thought. He opened it, looked at it as it sang, sprang up different scrapbooked rainbows, and then finally himself. The grey troll closed his eyes in acceptance as the glitter poured out onto his face and chest. When it ended, he rubbed some off his face with his fingers, rubbing the grainy glitter between them and staring at it as if he was remembering something painful.

“Poppy, I appreciate the thought, but I don’t think this party is a good idea. A Bergen is gonna see it.” He said in a monotone voice, drained of any urgency.

“Oh, Branch. You—”

“—Always ruin everything by reminding you guys of the Bergens, I know! I know.” He said, his voice full of anguish and frustration this time, but upset with no one but himself as he clenched the fist full of glitter.

The Snack Pack was officially freaked out, he’d predicted their sentences twice now and it was getting kinda weird. Cooper craned his neck down to Poppy and whispered to her.

“Are you sure you wanna invite this party pooper to poop on your party?” Cooper asked suspiciously.

“Yes! I think everyone deserves to be happy,” Poppy started.

“Branch, I know you have happiness inside you, you just need our help to help you find it.” Branch mimicked, saying Poppy’s words at the same time she was saying them without so much as a flinch.

“Oooookay, this is starting to creep me out.” DJ Suki admitted, hugging herself.

“Okay, Branch. Seriously, what is up with you today? You’re acting… Stranger than usual.” Poppy nodded at Suki before returning her eyes to the deflated grey troll.

“Like I said, I know a Bergen is gonna find you guys if you throw that party. I’ve… I’ve seen this all play out. I just—” He stopped himself, biting his lip and wringing his paws nervously as he shook his head. “Nevermind, there’s no point in telling you this, do what you want. I can’t save you this time.”

The group of trolls just stood there, bewildered in silence before a small beetle’s wings fluttering could be heard as a certain purple troll descended. Being carried by his hair, he landed with his paws pressed together in a meditative position.

“Thank you for providing safe passage, brother. Namaste.” Creek thanked the bug, nuzzling it before it took off. This was the first time this morning that Branch had a scowl on his face as Creek approached him.

“Okay, first of all, Mate,” Creek said with a cheery voice as he approached the miserable troll. “Thank you for sharing your unique perspective on things. Again.” He said with a smirk as he looked back at his friends. Cooper and Biggie snickered at his jab as Creek continued.

“Just for now, why don’t you try on some—” He was stopped from his advice by a paw to his face.

“Positivity… Blah blah, it might go well with my vest. Yadda, yadda. Yes, I know. I sound insane and I’m the most miserable, pathetic loser you all know. Can we skip this and just get to the part when all of you ignore me and do what you want anyway?” He seemed genuinely irritated by Creek’s presence compared to everyone else for some reason.

“Branch, you’re not pathetic. You’re just… Not feeling great right now and I wanna help!” Poppy stepped forward to console him as he was clearly upset.

“Poppy, I appreciate it, but it’s pointless. All of this is.”

“What’s pointless, Branch? You’re seriously not making any sense.”

“THIS!” He motions around frantically, at himself and Poppy, the invitation, then pans his paw across her friends behind her and then everything around himself. “I know what’s gonna happen. I’ve lived it, seen it. Every word coming out of you guy’s mouths is something that I’ve already seen happen and I know how it all ends.”

“Wow, he is crazy,” Chenille muttered.

“See? It’s useless. You’re all gonna get eaten. I can’t help this time, I just can’t do it.” Branch whined in despair as he ran off with tears in his eyes.

“Branch, wait!” Poppy snapped her head back in frustration at Chenille’s comment. “Chenille! He was really upset! That wasn’t very kind.”

“Sorry Poppy, but he does sound… Maybe, sort of, incredibly nutty right now.” Biggie said in defense of Chenille.

Poppy’s jaw dropped. Were they always this dismissive of Branch? He was crying when he ran off right now and it seems like they don’t even wanna find out why!

“Does anyone care that Branch was totally crying just now?” Poppy asked in total disbelief. No one responded, just awkward looks around and scratching of necks in indifference. Creek cleared his throat.

“Princess Poppy? I understand you have a kind heart, but some people just don’t want help! You shouldn’t waste your breath on a troll like that, a miserable troll like that would suck the joy right out of any party. Don't let his words bother you. Let’s just go, okay?”

Poppy let out a noise of astonishment. She couldn’t believe this.

“Well if no one else is gonna check on a troll in need, I will. No troll gets left behind.” Poppy stomped her foot and charged off in the direction that Branch had gone.

She heard her friends call for her, but none followed. She was so disappointed, why wouldn’t they help? Sure, Branch could be prickly, but it didn’t mean he didn’t still have feelings! It was clear he did, he was crying after all! She’d just have to do this herself.

~~~

Original End Note: I think the Snack Pack would be way more cautious of Branch with Creek around. DJ Suki, Satin, and Chenille have their Trolls:TBGO personalities so Chenille is not always very nice and DJ is a little easy to freak out. Poppy is very trusting by nature.

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[bluntsandcigs]

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“𝐈’𝐦 breaking up with you”

Your boyfriend, for better or worse, was the love of your life and it was a fact that you sometimes lamented in moments when he was being especially insufferable. While certainly not without his good qualities, he had a list a mile long full of traits which often made you want to lob a pillow at his head, regardless of his Infinity. His tendency to be the world’s greatest troll was very high on the aforementioned list and he wielded his devious side with all the wicked glee of a well-seasoned trickster. You supposed being his girlfriend and thus someone he was exceedingly fond of meant you probably got off easy where his pranks were concerned. You’d met the likes of Utahime and Kento on occasion and both seemed perpetually prepared to kill him with lethal stares alone. You, on the other hand, despite often putting up with his nonsense were lucky enough to also be on the receiving side of his best side. With you he was thoughtful, funny, incredibly charming, and intensely dedicated to ensuring that you were constantly having the best sex of your life.

You loved him deeply and dearly.

But, you were also debating throwing him right out of your apartment in what little he was wearing.

Despite your claim that you were leaving him, Gojo’s smug grin remained steadfast and he made not even the slightest attempt to waylay your obvious annoyance with some of the sweeter playfulness you adored. He appeared to be delighted by the deadpanned irritation in your voice and plastered on your unsmiling face, his objective to vex you succeeding spectacularly. Glancing to your left, towards the small shelf of decorative knickknacks you kept there, you debated grabbing the first plush toy you could get your hands on just to chuck it right at him. Unfortunately, Gojo knew you too well and he tutted in response to your obvious considerations.

“Now, now, you can’t possibly be mad at me, can you? I’m only giving you what you said you wanted.”

“This is so not what I meant.”

Gojo, despite coming off as regularly lackadaisical missed very little and he’d been damn well privy to every single instance over the past year where you’d mused over your desire for a cat. Your love of animals, particularly those prone to purring and pouncing, was no big secret. The countless cat videos you’d cooed over and feline plush dolls that decorated your bedroom broadcast your love of the whiskered creatures just as clearly as your words did. He knew, damn well, that you’d been growing more and more keen on the idea of adopting a sweet little kitty of your very own. When he’d responded to your last remark towards future pet ownership with a grin and a none-too-covert comment that you might soon find yourself with a surprise over the next few days, you’d been giddy with anticipation. When he’d go through with it and what sort of cat he’d adopt in ‘secret’ had kept you on gleeful pins and needles for close to a week.

Now, as you stared at your almost naked boyfriend where he’d perched himself on your bed, you wished you hadn’t dedicated a single iota towards being excited.

“You said you wanted a cat, didn’t you? I thought this was what you meant.”

Glowering and well aware that he was feigning obvious ignorance, the fucking troll, you watched as Gojo adjusted his sultry pose for one that had his ass arching up for a better glimpse of the cat tail attached to the back of his underwear. It and the ears he’d fastened to his head with a well-placed headband were as black as you’d suddenly decided his soul was.

“Come on, babe. I had to give my girl the best of the best and you can’t deny that there’s no cuter kitty out there than yours truly.”

His grin stretched wider still and he made a sound deceptively close to an actual purr, the noise nearer to seduction than adoring affection. You were resolved to be unmoved by what you knew was an attempt to turn you on, turning towards the doorway which would lead you back into the living room.

“If I leave now I can probably get to an animal shelter before it closes.”

“Aw, you’re really leaving?”

He sounded genuinely pouty and disappointed and you were resolute about not caring in the slightest.

“Would I have been more convincing if I’d gone the tail butt plug route instead?”

The comment almost stalled you, because damn if that particular idea didn’t boast some level of promise, but you refused to be moved. At least not so easily. You took a step and stilled before you could take another, Gojo at your back so lightning fast you hadn’t even registered his movements until you felt the rush of air which signified them. He wrapped his arms solidly around your waist, nuzzling his face against the curve of your neck with an almost comical mimic of a cat’s meow. It would’ve maybe be a little cute if it wasn’t so infuriating, but it was definitely amusing and you bit back a tiny chortle of laughter with all the willpower you could muster. If he was going to be a goddamn menace then you weren’t about to make things easy for him.

“You don’t think I make a good kitty?”

“No. You make a good clown, though. Truly world-class on that front.”

“Ouch! I can’t believe my mistress is so cruel! Especially when I was so ready to give her all the cuddles!”

Anyone else probably would’ve been embarrassed to act so cutesy and forlorn, playing up the role of disappointed house pet, but shame was one trait Gojo had never gotten any real hang of. The man had enough cockiness to walk totally starkers through Roppongi without so much of a chance of blushing, so acting ridiculous behind closed doors was well within his comfort wheelhouse. Sometimes you wished you had even a drop of that kind of unflappable confidence.

“I doubt your type of cuddles is the kind I was hoping for, Satoru,” you grumbled, waiting patiently for him to just let the damn joke die already.

“Oh?”

You knew he was grinning even with the lack of seeing it, the wide spread of annoyingly kissable lips sure to be revealing those perfectly pearly whites of his. You felt teeth grazing your neck, a subtle scrap that settled into the tiniest nip where your pulse throbbed with a quiet drumming beneath your skin. His long fingers stretched and spread across your hips, pinkie fingers curling around the front belt loops of your jeans.

“What if I was gonna give you whatever cuddles you wanted? However you wanted them? What about that then, hmmm? Would that make me a good kitty? Would it make you wanna keep me?”

Gojo’s hips shimmied from side to side and you weren’t entirely positive if it was his attempt at making his tail sway or a not even remotely subtle effort to grind his cock against your ass. Knowing him, it had to be a little bit of both and feeling how hard he already was, as if he’d been eagerly anticipating the satisfaction of his cat boy fantasies, made it harder to deny him out of spite. You were annoyed for sure and never very keen to give him precisely what he wanted when he was being a pain in the ass, but Gojo was also stupidly good at making you cum. His talents in the bedroom were almost ludicrous in their effectiveness and if he was exceptionally game to give you precisely what you wanted, at least in a sexual respect, it wasn’t exactly easy to refute the possibilities.

He rumbled out another mockery of a purr and dragged his tongue across the sensitive skin of your neck, wet and smooth instead of at all scratchy like a real cat’s would have been. Perfect for making you feel good and curse your weak resolve, but you already felt wet just from thinking about how satisfied you’d be in the next few minutes if you relented.

“If you let me, I can eat your pussy so good you probably won’t even be mad at me anymore.”

“Wouldn’t eating my pussy technically count as some kind of cannibalism right now?” you asked him ruefully and you were rewarded with a delighted snicker in response, Gojo’s arms hugging you tighter.

“Oh, this kitty right here is keeping you. All mine. Can’t get rid of me no matter how bad you try.”

It gave you butterflies every time he said things like that, made little comments to suggest that for all his flightiness and reputation for being a player, he wanted to try for something more permanent with you. He may have been playing and playful, his default setting most days it seemed, but the words made your heart soar even so. The annoyance you felt from discovering his devious little prank hadn’t exactly fled in the wake of your affection, but it was tempered by it to some extent. If you were giving in to his hopes, you were giving in to them exactly the way you wanted and you weren’t about to let your obnoxious cat boy get away with his mischief entirely.

You shifted and turned, moving around in the cradle of Gojo’s arms to face him, mirroring the wicked glee on his face as your hand sandwiched itself in the space between your body and his. His brows shot up high, the shades he wore shifting down the slope of his nose just enough to give you a hint of the mesmerizing blue behind them. However, he looked quite pleased by the feel of your fingers squeezing around his cock. He was warm, even through the material of his underwear, and it was all too easy to map out the exact shape of his length with the cloth barrier in your way. You tried not to shiver just from feeling him, well-versed in how thick and long he was, the fullness that came with his erection sliding home inside your body an aching feeling you welcomed once you’d gotten used to it. That sensation was as dear to you as how honest Gojo’s reactions always were, nothing of his pleasure ever restrained or held back and it was as true in that moment as it had been since your first time together. Gojo’s smile grew wider and he let out a truly arousing groan as your palm rubbed against his shaft, fingers promising more.

“That can’t be all. Come on now,” you cooed, stealing a kiss from his lips and tasting the strawberry flavor of his chapstick. “Be a good kitty and let me know how good this feels.”

The band of his underwear stretched against the back of your wrist once you pressed your hand inside, fingers wrapped in a tight fist just beneath the tip of his cock, already leaking for you. It pleased you to feel his precum there, provided the slightest bit of slickness to help you roll your hand down his erection all the way to the base and lower, cupping his sac with a gentle squeeze that had Satoru’s hips bucking. The pressure made his dick weep further, smoothing out your strokes and providing you with what you needed to pump your hand over him in slippery glides he so clearly loved. Satoru mumbled your name, the smugness of his countenance wavering before the mounting pleasure. Those beautiful blue eyes of his fluttered closed, snowy lashes close to his cheeks, and seeing his mouth drop open for every sound of sensual delight was an utter joy. You loved it when you had him right where you wanted him, when just the feel of your hands coming together to work his shaft could make his thighs tremble. Your boyfriend may have been an incorrigible mischief maker who did so love to turn you into a soaking mess, but he could sometimes be so desperate for your touch.

Eager and greedy and all for you.

You needed more.

“Noooo!”

He outright whined when your hands left his dick, the length of it visibly throbbing with his yearning. His neediness was adorable with those cute little cat ears on his head and inwardly you considered how much better he’d look with the additional of a little bell collar, wondering if he might be into that in the future. Knowing Satoru and his never-failing interest in all sorts of sexual experimentation, he likely would’ve been thrilled by the idea.

“Don’t pout.”

You tried to kiss the look off his face, but it remained, Satoru steadfast and resolute to look as adorably put off as he could. When your fingers moved from his body to your own, tugging the shirt off your body with a notable urgency, his expression swiftly morphed into one that was greatly intrigued. Dissatisfaction was replaced with delight as his eyes raked so longingly over your half-naked frame, tongue working across his lips like someone had waved his favorite snack before his face the second your bra hit the floor. Teeth clamped down lightly on soft lips, Satoru shimmying his hips to sway his little tail as if to suggest that the sight of you briefly rubbing your nipples might be enough to make him pounce.

Like you were a mouse, his chosen prey.

You were no such thing and you lightly pushed at his chest to make him back away, give you room to lower your body down onto your knees. You pinched your nipples, peaks tight and providing the softest zing of pleasure through your breasts, smirking as you angled your chest towards him. His eyes widened and his smile was one of unadulterated excitement, a shaky exhale marking his happiness as his cock settled against the valley between your breasts. His hips moved, hands bracing against the wall behind you so he could thrust his slick erection through the soft crevice you’d provided him, his gaze enraptured by the view. He was long, just long enough that you could bend your head to tease the tip of his dick each time it drifted upwards, a thick weight nestled between the softness of your tits. The taste of him was warm and a little salty on your tongue, but you always found yourself wanting more, relishing each chance to caress the smooth head of his cock with a hurried swirl of your tongue.

“Feels so fucking good. Your pretty tits and that sweet little tongue on my cock. Can never get enough of this.”

“Wanna keep going then, Satoru? Wanna keep going until you’ve got my chest all covered in your cum?”

His hips shuddered, briefly angling towards a few faster thrusts through the warm cradle of your breasts. Gojo’s head shook, shades going further askew upon his face until he finally tossed them aside, unconcerned with anything other than his pleasure to care if they ended up broken on the floor. It was you that he treated with more care, freeing himself from the building ecstasy you’d been giving him to lift you into his arms, transporting you to the cushioned softness of your bed in seconds. He moved so fast you felt temporarily dizzy, but not so terribly that you missed how desperately he removed your jeans and panties, stripping you in a panting frenzy of need. It didn’t feel as if anything had been torn, no sounds of ripped denim stitching reaching your ears, but you knew that he could’ve destroyed your remaining clothing with ease had he wanted to. Gojo rather liked proving how easily he could rend fabric of all types from your frame and he’d been a fan of making buttons fly until you’d start grousing about having to mend or buy new clothes whenever the two of you felt horny. His restraint in that respect was surprising given how eager he happened to be. Gojo didn’t often put so swift a stop to foreplay, especially not whenever you had his cock nestled so pretty between your tits. He must have been waiting for you to come home for even longer than you’d anticipated for him to be so excessively keyed up.

“Impatient, are we, kitty?” you asked him, trying with your all not to sound breathless in your own state of anticipatory need.

“Say that like your cunt isn’t all juicy and ready for me.”

A gaze painted even clearer than sky blue roved with heated, covetous delight over the glistening wet of your pussy, lips pulled towards smug as he held your legs aloft, apart. Denying that you were exceedingly turned on would’ve been a bold-faced lie with the proof that you were lusting hard for your boyfriend right there before his eyes. It couldn’t stop you shrugging your shoulders, lifting your arms up above your head to present a picture of relaxation as well as readiness, fixing him with a smirk that beamed pride. Gojo’s plan could have been to seduce you all along, at least after he’d finished being a Special Grade pest yet he’d been just as seduced himself. He may have had all his ideas lined up like dominoes ready to be knocked down in a precise order, but his cock was flushed and hard where it came to rest against your folds. The tip still leaked with the evidence of how overcome he was by his need to have you, drips of heated precum dotting the top of your pubic mound with just one throb from his erection. Whatever Gojo’s exact intentions must have been had flown entirely out the window and he was clearly as impatient to cum as you were. He was the world’s strongest sorcerer, but making him ache to have you without having to really try made you feel pretty damn powerful yourself. After how much he’d irked you a few minutes ago, you were rather grateful for the ego stroking.

“You want me just as bad.”

“Then do something about it.”

You presented your dare with a squeeze of your hand around the head of his cock, a warm grasp that he thrust his length towards and the gliding motion had his thickness sliding perfectly across your clit. Smile wavering with a moan, Gojo tugged your hand away from his dick and brought your palm to his mouth, kissing lightly and dragging his tongue over the light taste of himself on your skin. When he lowered your hand, it was to rest it beside its twin against the sheets, his eyes darting towards the sight of your fingers clutching tight to the bedding once he pressed your legs together. Your thighs formed a tight haven for his shaft, different and sweeter than fucking your tits because the added softness of your pussy was right there underneath. Sodden folds, swollen from the craving for him, rubbing along the underside of his cock to coat it in further slickness and it made the process of fucking his erection along your clit so much easier. It wasn’t the same as being inside you, as having him stretching you open until you swore you felt him touching deeper than anyone ever had, but it may as well have been heaven regardless.

“Satoru, that feels so good..”

“Feels so much better than good to me, baby,” Gojo huffed, barely holding on to his smile as he rolled his hips with a mix of mounting, pleasured desperation and controlled precision. “Don’t even have to be inside you to make us both feel good. Can make you cum so hard just from doing this.”

He was right, truthful, and you could feel how every stroke of his smooth cockhead brushing across your bud was pushing you towards a mounting bliss that would have the thighs pressed around his cock shaking in no time flat. He felt so hard and hot against you, the wet of your cunt audibly slickening his flesh further until the sound was deliciously close to the familiar cacophony that filled your bedroom whenever he was inside you. It was wonderful yet excruciating, fulfilling your needs while leaving you anxious for more, aware of the empty feeling inside you. Gojo would never leave you unsatisfied, because he never had, but the longer he thrust his way between your thighs, the deeper your wants became.

“You can. I know you can. But, fuck, Satoru, it’d be so good if you were inside me. Even better than this.”

Gojo’s groan said he knew, that he remembered how tight you were and how perfectly the squeeze of your inner walls always milked him dry. He seemed to struggle for a moment with keeping his eyes open, crystalline hue half-hidden by lowered lids as he stared down at the repeated peek of his cockhead questing forward through the crevice of your thighs. You glanced down to see it too, trembling with pleasure as you watched his tip rub and grind against your clit, bucking your hips up to ensure the pressure intensified. You moaned and it was a weak sound, an orgasm threatening to tear its way through you before long, leading your fingers from the sheets to your own chest, pinching your nipples. Gojo’s hips stuttered from the sight, his hooded glance drawn up your body and higher, locking on your face.

“Later,” he promised you finally, tone throaty and strained as groans pitched into near whines. “I’ll be inside you for as long as you want later. But..”

He smirked, like a devil with the face of an angel, dressed up in the cheap cat costume which had started it all.

“Kitty’s gotta mark you now.”

It should’ve made you cringe or laugh. It probably could have had you doing both at the same time, cheesy as the comment was. Especially with his eager thrusts shaking the cat ears on his head until the band holding them in place looked poised to fall right off. You just didn’t have it in you to care about the silliness or anything beyond the fact that he was making you cum, your throbbing clit and the unrelenting drag of his cock across it pulling an orgasm through your core before you could truly even prepare for the fall. Gojo didn’t have to be nestled deep to feel your climax overtaking you, seeing it before him in the sharp arch of your back and the kneading of your hands across your breasts hurriedly moving back to the sheets. You kept your eyes open in the thick of it, gazing up at your lover as he watched you come undone with parted lips, seeming hypnotized by the visage of your release before him. He didn’t blink, an almost ethereal vision made human by the way his own control faltered, broken and splintered by his own fall to ruin. Gojo’s cock pulsed against your puffy cunt and he cried out his satisfaction as it spilled across your belly and chest, haphazard lines as white as his hair marking your sweaty skin.

He turned his head, pressing his teeth into the side of one of your calves just hard enough to leave a mark, but it was difficult to even mind any hurt there could have been while the two of you came together. Sensations too good to be real burrowed beneath your skin, carried through the pit of your being to every part of it, and you let the ebb and flow persist for as long as it must, savoring the wonder of being brought to the edge so easily. It was always a marvel to you in the aftermath, as your latest orgasm slowly found its way towards softening, how successfully Gojo could please you and how much it could leave you craving more. Your body still shook, your pussy intensely soaked from how hard you’d just cum, but the aching he inspired in you lingered deep where you wanted him to be, almost enough to make you forget that you’d initially been cross with him.

Curse him and his magic dick and his stupidly pretty, wonderful face.

God, you were so in love with him.

The feeling appeared to be very mutual, broadcast like a song across airwaves and carried to you through the look he gave you once the messy pulsing of his spend finally halted. Gojo peered down at you with a smile, less smug and more sweet than you expected he would’ve easily let others see on him. He looked close to swooning, though he may have just been a little fuck drunk from his orgasm, yet you could see past the post-sex daze to glimpse the more that was written in those eyes of his. You weren’t always sure of it, battling with the perceptions of his reputation and your own insecurities, but the softness of how he looked at you was there, as sweet as the way he kissed you when he lowered your legs to lean down. Gojo stole as many kisses as he pleased, each one slow and savoring, lasting until he saw fit to nuzzle his face against your neck with a mimicked purr that had you hugging him with legs and arms alike. You petted the cat ears off his head, grazing your nails through snowy white locks to make him repeat the noise a second time. When it had you giggling, a sound he claimed numerous times to be his favorite, Gojo lifted his head to grin at you and he looked pleased with himself, victorious in a way that would’ve made you pinch him had you not felt so good just then.

“So, are you gonna keep me?”

“Hmmm..I dunno..”

“Seriously?! I made you cum in less than five minutes! That’s gotta be worthy of a forever home!”

“Yeah, maybe, but as far as pets go, you’re kind of a messy one, Satoru. I mean, just look.”

You gestured towards your chest with a hand, reminding him of the spill of cum he’d gotten all across your bare breasts and stomach, as well as his own now. Gojo looked temporarily pleased and more than a little aroused by the sight of his so recent release painting your body, but he let the delight fade into a mask of determination. He hopped off the bed, tucking himself back into his underwear, and he marched out of your bedroom with a purposeful stride that seemed less serious than he may have meant it to when he whistled along the way. The whiplash of his strange, mercurial moods had your head shaking, though not without affection, and you climbed off the bed to give your still tingling body a good stretch, heading towards your dresser for some pajamas to change into in the near future. Quite possibly after Gojo had fucked your brains out the way you were anticipating that he soon would.

The motions of your feet carrying you across the room stopped at the strange sounds you heard just beyond the open door, straining your ears to listen. Nearby in the bathroom, you could hear Gojo making shushing noises, talking in a low whisper you could catch without being quite able to discern the exact words he was saying. You looked around the room, spying his cellphone nestled atop your table along with his usual clothing. Who was he talking to?

When he returned to you, moistened washrag in hand, you noticed how he seemed to pointedly avoid your gaze while he set to work cleaning his cum from your body. The whistling which had gone with him out the room resumed, a little louder and appearing far more like a distraction than it should have.

“If you’re hiding another prank or something, I am officially going to cockblock you for the rest of the night. I mean it.”

“You’re an awfully suspicious woman.”

“I’m dating the trolliest troll to ever troll. I think I’m well within my right to be suspicious of whatever shenanigans you’ve got up your sleeve. So, come on. No more surprises, Satoru. What was with the whispering in the other room?”

Withholding his answer until he could finally see your brow beginning to pinch, waiting for the reaction of near annoyance he’d been hoping for like the wicked little shit he was, Gojo tossed the washrag into your dirty clothes hamper and strode out of the room again. Left standing there, questions unanswered, you fought not to simply follow him or start rubbing your temples, electing to just wait for whatever was coming next. Knowing Gojo, it could’ve been anything. Ferreting through drawers for something to change into since the possibility of further mischief had cooled your lingering arousal, you tugged on a long t-shirt as soon as you got your hands on one, rooting further to find a fresh pair of panties.

Gojo cleared his throat from the doorway, halting your quest prematurely, and the frustrated look on your face was gone the second you saw what he had held so gently in his large hands.

“Oh.”

“Yep,” he replied, massive smile beaming, happily smug from your shocked reaction. “Not what you were expecting at all, was it?”

He stroked one long finger underneath a tiny chin, the fluffy kitten in his hands purring from the attention and staring at you with the biggest blue eyes you’d ever seen, aside from your boyfriend’s. It looked like Gojo was cradling a living, breathing powder puff and you felt your heart threatening to absolutely burst at the view of such a precious creature just within reach. You wanted to ask him where and when he’d managed to find such a gorgeous cat, but your emotions were threatening to get the better of you, questions hard to manage when you were so happy.

“Satoru.”

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. This was suppose to be a good surprise. I mean, obviously not as good as me being dressed up all sexy, but still good, right?”

Gojo took a step forward and he extended his fuzzy surprise out to you in the clear hope that holding the kitten would make you smile again. You grinning through the tiny spill of tears that made your vision glossy and gingerly brought the tiny fur baby to your chest, trying not to squeal at how readily the kitty leaned into the cheek scritches you gave.

“No, it’s a really good surprise, Satoru. A happy cry kind of surprise, I promise.”

“Oh. Whew. Okay. That’s a relief. I don’t know what I’d have done if you suddenly decided to reject Satoru the Second.”

Purrs rumbled sweetly against your chest, a sound and sensation you’d been hoping to have in your life for months. It comforted you, elated you, and those feelings couldn’t be beaten by anything, not even the absurdity of the name your boyfriend had chosen.

“We’re definitely not naming him that.”

“We have to, though! He looks just like me! It only makes sense to name him after me!”

“Nope. Definitely not. I veto.”

“We could call him ‘Toru for short?”

“What about something cute? Like Pancake?”

“Okay, maybe you’re onto something, but if we’re going with naming him after something sweet, it at least ought to match how he looks. What about Mochi? Or Marshmallow?”

Gojo came closer, rambling off a list of dessert related names he felt might be suited to the ball of pure fluff that seemed completely content in your hands, like he knew he’d found his forever home with the two weird humans that surrounded him. Your boyfriend started petting the kitten’s head, showing his own immediate affection for the pet he’d been planning to gift you all along.

He may have taken a very roundabout way of revealing what he’d done for you, but in truth his methods hadn’t been all that bad. Gojo could be a menace in the best and worst ways. That much was a fact known to anybody who associated with him.

To you, however, he was the sweetest nuisance.

Silly cat boy costumes and all.

[isabel3710]

I've dived headfirst back into my old Trolls hyper fixation with the release of the third movie. So I decided to write a little something for the idea of Branch being adopted by the Country Trolls.

I was inspired by some fan art by crunchy_coookies_ on insta and @rocksibblingsau's AU and a post they've made on this idea.

I would love to turn this into a full fledged fic one day but I'm already working on another trolls fanfic plus I got some (very loose) plans for another for when I'm done. But if I every have the time to write more I'll be sure to let you all know!

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A little gray trolling sat on the edge of a dusty road, a worn looking bag sitting beside him. Branch held his ankle with both hands, it throbbed with pain and he was struggling not to cry. 

A few weeks ago Branch had decided to leave his tribe once and for all, he was tired of being bounced around from foster home to foster home. Full of people who either hated him or tried to turn him into something he wasn’t. So he packed a bag full of his prized possessions and any supplies he might need and snuck out in the middle of the night. 

At first things were great! And then he left the forest and made it to this desert of a wasteland, Branch did okay at first. He was careful to ration his food and slept with a knife in his hand.

Then today Branch had gotten his foot caught in some kind of hole and now his ankle really hurt. He had tried to stand up and power through but couldn’t without pain getting to an overwhelming degree.

He sniffed and whipped at his eyes, Branch didn’t know what he was going to do. He was stuck here with a hurt leg and he had run out of food last night. 

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by some strange clip-clop sound. Branch reached into his bag and pulled out his little knife. He was alone out here and who knew how many things out in this strange land liked to eat trolls. 

Dust had suddenly risen up into the air and got into Branch’s eyes, he tried to blink it away as the strange sound got closer and closer. When his vision had cleared he saw the figure that matched the clopping sound.

And….

It was a troll?

The troll looked like one he had never seen before, she had orange skin and red hair which did remind him of the trolls back home. But that was where the similarities ended, for she had four legs with hooves and a fluffy looking teal tail. Her clothes weren't neon or pastel colored or covered in glitter, but fairly plain looking; with a few dirt stains and patches.

The woman seemed to notice him too for she started to walk over to him, the clopping sound following her. “Hey sugar” she said, her voice sounded strange. Nothing like Branch had ever heard before. “Why’re you out here all alone?”

Branch sniffled and tried to scoot away on his bottom, dragging his injured leg along the ground. The hand holding his knife shook a bit. 

“Hey, hey” the woman said, her voice gentle. “I’m not going ta’ hurt you.” She knelt in front of him “what happened ta’ your leg?”

Something about this woman felt calming, Branch hadn’t met anyone who made him feel this way since his Grandma died. “I tripped,” he said, tears running down his cheeks. “It hurts really bad.”

“I’m sure it does” the woman said “mind if I take a look?”

Branch hesitated before nodding, the woman carefully took his ankle in her hands. He winced a bit in pain but stayed still. The woman tutted softly “looks like you sprained it honey.” 

“Oh…”

She pulled out a piece of dark green cloth and tied it around his ankle. “We'll have to put some ice on it.”

“I don’t have any ice,” Branch said.

“Not to worry,” she smiled at him, “town’s not too far from here.” 

There was a town out here… “how?” He asked, “it hurts to walk.”

“Climb on my back” she said “and I’ll carry ya.” 

“Won’t that hurt you?”

She chuckled “you’re sweet, sugar, but not to worry. I’ll be fine.” The women helped Branch sit on her back before slowly standing “hold on darlin’.” 

Branch held his bag in one hand and to the women’s shirt with the other. And she began to walk, the clopping sound following them. It was then Branch realized he had no idea what this lady’s name was.

“Ms” he said “I’m sorry but… What’s your name?”

She chuckled “no need to apologize hon. I’m Ms Delta Dawn. What’s your name?”

“Branch.” He said “my name is Branch."

[purple-star-eyes]

QnA with Viv, Erika and Amir (Wednesday, 31st January 2024)

(1 day before the Season 1 finale)

Who would be the better dad?

>Lucifer cuz his heart is in the right place.

Alastor wanted to get under Luci's skin, which is where the Dad rivalry came from.

Alastor is canonically aro/ace.

Said in a livestream by his voiceactor Amir Talai but Viv didn't deny it.

"It didn't come up in the show yet obviously."

Amir Talai owns an "Oh deer" cup a fan made for him

Concerning Fantheories: A lot of people have gotten a lot of things right.

Viv tries to avoid it, but she's excited to see how exact people get it. Apparently quite a few have figured it out to the T.

When Viv first made the characters she changed a lot of stories around, case and point Vaggie's story changed.

Viv laughed when she saw the HB theory that Wally Wackford is a secret form of Mammon.

>clearly false, fun but not true according to Viv, debunked in real time

Viv's brother works at A24 and loves trolling fans with theories like "Charlie dies in ep.4" (false obviously)

Amir said Alastor has a tail. Viv doesnt confirm or deny it.

Viv: "The tail is not relevant."

-> Might be answered later, since he'd have to be without the coat

Erika likes that Charlie has actual realists around her keeping her grounded.

(Like Angel in ep.4)

Charlie's view is very simplistic on redemption.

The point of the show is to explore that the grey area and redemption are very complicated

(Charlie's arc)

Mimzie is a relieable narator when it comes to Alastor.

But his backstory will come up in future episodes.

There *HAS TO BE* someone that scares Alastor according to Amir.

"We haven't even scratched the surface with Alastor." According to Viv.

Why does Alastor keep Nifty around?

-> Will be explored in the next episodes.

He is very fond of her.

They can connect due to "they both dont care about anything"

How tall is Lucifer-> 5'2 (as per the definitiom of shortking) and Charlie is a foot taller than him. (The hat adds a lot)

The hat is a concious choice of Luci to make up for his height.

"He's not concerned with fashion. Just his height."

The other sins are very big, Viv loves that Luci is the tiniest one of the sins.

Charlie is 6ft

Valentino is 10ft

Angel is 8ft

Alastor is around Charlie's height

Erika's favourite V is Vox due to his voice. She might never love Valentino (he makes her mad).

Amir refused to comment who his favourite V is.

Is there more to the beef between Alastor and Vox?

-> they hate each other, Vox is jealous

Alastor enjoys Vox like a rug (Vox exists and he can walk all over him.)

Pretty simple and nice dynamic but nothing else.

Alastor thinks Vox is "inconsequencial".

Viv thinks Alastor is Chaotic Neutral.

(Tho she's not too familiar with the categories)

Amir says it's hard to say without giving anything away, regarding what his alignment is.

It was hard to record in 2021 due to having to record sessions and duets alone in the booths, according to Amir.

Erika felt a lot of pressure during the first 2 Episodes, because she knows how long people waited for it.

Brandon will help write Eps in Helluva Boss, but works a mile a minute so he will come in and go "Oh I remember this one" :)

Someone dies in Hazbin.

"You can sleep tonight if you think it's Angel Dust"

Both said by Vivzie. So she basically confirmed that Angel will (probably) NOT die.

She did say it was "going to be obvious" who it would be.

Season 2 is in production.

[reikiajakoiranruohoja]

Murder Drones AU Idea: Siblinghood Troubles

So this is just an idea that I had that I thought was neat; Pretty soon after Uzi was born, two Disassembler kits arrive to Outpost 3. Their parents died in Cabin Fever labs and they are hungry. J is the older one (3-4 years old) and Cyn is still basically a baby.

Nori and Khan decide that scary sky demons on THEIR side would be a good idea so they adopt J and Cyn, changing J's name to Jay. Of course, a few years later Nori gets killed and that traumatises Jay, Uzi and Cyn pretty badly. This, and Yeva and her husband getting killed, makes Jay very obsessed with protecting her family. Now add to this Khan's own obsession with the same thing and suddenly Khan has a favourite kid. By the time of the Pilot, Uzi and Cyn are basically the 'also rans' of the Doorman family. Uzi is Uzi and tries to get her father's AND her older sister's respect. Cyn, being disabled due to low nutrition in the womb and a few days after being born, is very content just being her morbid self and watching the family drama. Naturally, Uzi and Jay clash a LOT. Uzi wants to take the fight to the 'wild' Disassemblers and thinks Jay is a coward for being defensive despite being a Disassembler. Jay fears that if she does, it will leave her family defenceless. Uzi makes her railgun and sneaks outside, beheading N and getting a basic rundown of the Disassembly squad. Male!J is the leader and basically is similar to show!J. V and N are there and then there is the technician, Tessa. Pilot happens mostly the same, though the Js fight and Uzi kill-steals from her sister. The story is then split between Uzi and Jay trying to reconnect and figure out what the Absolute Solver is, what the heck is wrong with their cousin and why did Cyn help her? SPOILERS below.

Tessa, or SD:T is very much canon Tessa's mind plopped into a DD body. The Solver, without Cyn as a limiting factor, thought it was a neat idea. It is still wearing Tessa's skin like in canon, much to Drone!Tessa's disgust. Jay and Tessa bond over being the 'older sisters' of their families. After episode 5, Tessa obviously is a bit freaked out about having been a human. Uzi, having grown up with two DDs, is a lot more aware of how N and V behave and quickly catches on that V is hiding something. Also, getting wings and a tail is not as big of a shock, since she had been jealous of Jay's for a while. Cyn is basically a low-key menace, finding amusement in trolling others and generally causing chaos. She helped Doll, because she too felt Jay was being too soft and the wild DDs needed to pay. Because Cyn can't fly and her balance is what it is, she is a bit bitter. Her arc is to stop taking her frustrations out on those she loves.

[theloganator101]

Hi, Can I vent a little about spinnrr to you?

The fact that horikoshi fumbled spinner so badly shpuld be considered a war crime against the entire gekkotan infraorder.

look at this shit, hori wasn't even trying to make spinner look like a gecko. He looks more like kermit the frog with nail extensions, fake dentures, a troll wig, and a ninja getup. I just don't get it. Giving him a more lizard-like and animalistic design would've really helped and showing how heteromorphs are treated differently than others.

Bottom line is, if your character is based on a parituclar animal, and nobody in-universe or out can tell what he's supposed to be until you basically announce his quirk, you're doing something wrong.

What's worse is hlw the only ability is wall crawling.

Are you shitting me?!

Okay, here some abilities geckos have

fish scale geckos can shed their skin to escape predators

Golden tailed geckos can shoot sticky fluid from their tail

Parachute geckos can glide up to 60 meters

Web-footed geckos can clear nearly 120 body lenghs in a single second (the human equivalent would be 480 mph)

House geckos can run on water

Cat geckos have retractable claws (hence the name)

Leopard geckos can regrow even brain matter

Chahoua geckos have prehensile tails

Tokay geckos can bark at 65 decibels (imagine how how loud a man-sized gecko would be?)

All geckos have night vision and a six sense that lets them detect fein vibrations in the air, so it's essentially a reptilian spidey-sense.

Geckos also have hydrophobic skin, which would make spinner impervious to water attacks (and keep him squeaky clean without having tk shower or bathe, as it keep grime and flith off)

There's also their tongues, which are long, and sometimes forked.

Geckos also are acrobatic, and almost always land on their feet.

Lastly, thejr setae lets them grip anything on the atomic level, and give them the strength to support nearly 400 times thsir body weight (which would mean spinner could bench around 30 tons)

All of these abilities, and hori didn't even bother with them, shame on you hori, shame on you.

And his character isn't much better.

He jumps from a stain fanboy, to a heteromorph militia, to a shigaraki meatrider who's whole character trait is that he's a loser.

I would've made him a vigilante that protects heteromorphs from unjust violence if I made him, and also use his gecko physiology to further his character.

Imagine thjs, spinner is at and art museum and is looking at a painting, the people around him see the colors one way, but because geckos can see colors we can't he sees the painting differently, showing how isolated and different he feels from everyone else.

Whew, long ask, but I wanna hear yojr thoughts on this if that's alright with you.

Yeah that sounds pretty on par with Hori's work.

He would give a character a unique ability but doesn't do any thorough research on it beyond using surface level knowledge, which in this case is geckos climbing on walls.

Him being a vigilante would've been WAY more interesting for his character rather than making him another villain, and I could totally see him bonding with Izuku over how society seems to treat them differently over something that wasn't in their control.

[bloodweep]

Gods I fucking love Clay too, he’s so awkward, he made me cringe so hard, this motherfucker (extremely affectionate)

I headcanons the trolls to be actual human heights and everyone else giants respectively.

With that being said I headcanon Clay being the tallest and resting at 6’2

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ First time meeting ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ Meeting Clay wouldn’t be any different than meeting someone else - he’s kind, respectful, introduces himself and is overall polite

‗ ❍ he doesn’t really open up all that much but he clearly approves of you right off the bat

‗ ❍ definitely a hugger, right after introducing himself he will drag you into a hug - this is mainly influenced by Poppy and her aggressive nature to hug someone when she’s overwhelmed, it kind of just stuck

‗ ❍ most definitely the best hugger too, fully into it, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other hand wrapped around your waist to hold you flush to him, his head resting on the top of yours, his cute ears wiggling softly; his tail wagging

‗ ❍ his tail rests at his heels, not exactly dragging on the floor like JD’s or Bruce, but it’s nearly there

‗ ❍ he’s very polite with it too, making sure it never brushes against you or getting in your way when it’s moving

‗ ❍ gosh he has this stupid biggest smile when he sees you again, but it’s closed lipped

‗ ❍ he’s self conscious about his fangs, particularly because the fellow trolls he was with were terrified of the sharp and jagged teeth of the Bergens and it stuck with him to keep them covered

‗ ❍ ugh he slouches to reach your height too, his ears perked forwards to catch all of yours no matter what they are

‗ ❍ enjoys the fact you listen to the books he is currently reading - totally is ecstatic to know you’ll join his sad book club and cry and hug with him

‗ ❍ he most certainly gives you the most awestruck look every time he sees you; he appreciates the fact you aren’t forcing him to be fun, or try to relive his past

‗ ❍ he may be closer to his brothers now, not fully at least, but he still struggles from the image of being “the fun one” and he doesn’t want people to still see him just as the fun one

‗ ❍ gets really excited to show you how to dance like him - this will be in private though, he wants to solely be focused on you and what he’s showing you without others watching - he’s sell struggling you know?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Him Crushing on you ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ definitely a meet cute situation from the start

‗ ❍ in my personal opinion he would recognize his feelings for you rather quickly, not being oblivious like the stereotypical smart kid not realizing his feelings

‗ ❍ he would be so soft to you, lifting his hand in a little wave each time his eyes landed on you, dragging you into a hug

‗ ❍ he would still cover his fangs though, his claws always filed down to appear the less threatening as he could, he understood his height alone can be a major contributor to the apex predator look he must give off - big dumbie

‗ ❍ his hugs would start to feel a bit more personal, both his arms wrapping around your waist, tugging you in as he buried his nose into you air

‗ ❍ he was such an incredible sense of smell, he would inhale your scent for however long you allowed the hug to last

‗ ❍ that damn tail wagging hard behind him

‗ ❍ he would be subtle about his feelings for you at first, allowing his tail to brush against you whenever you were close, your leg, thigh, hand

‗ ❍ gosh he would even allow you to brush the tuff of fur at the end, his eyes closing as he enjoyed your delicate fingers in his fur

‗ ❍ i dont think he could ever show his anger to you, not in any sense his brothers have seen, eventually he would get fed up and tell you about him liking you since his subtle advances didnt do it

‗ ❍ when you guys do get together, he would pull you into a tight hug, a big smile on his face before lifting your hand and pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand - here he would press his fangs into your skin there, letting you get a hint of them before respectfully covering them back up with another tender kiss

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Getting together with him ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ the first date with him would be a quiet one, sharing a dinner at his personal Pod

‗ ❍ i know his food is so fucking good and presented so nicely

‗ ❍ after dinner he would just love to sit on the couch with you, talking about whatever and everything, each thing you mention he will remember

‗ ❍ he would walk you back to your pod, kissing your knuckles goodnight his hand holding yours the other gripping your wrist ever so softly, keeping you there for a bit- this is way to sniff your scent, grounding himself

‗ ❍ in an almost teasing way he would present his fangs to your knuckles gently, sighing in near peace to feel some pressure being relied as your skin pressed into his fangs

‗ ❍ he then would bid you a goodnight

‗ ❍ it would take him about 5 more dates before he gently cupped your cheeks and kissing you, mindful to never go beyond a peck, his fangs never ever present during this time

‗ ❍ UGH he would slow dance with you at any given time he could, singing softly to you while your head rested against his chest, he would be the fucking sweetest

‗ ❍ always bringing you sweets, flowers and little gifts when you meet up, he just loved watching you light up from the gifts

‗ ❍ gosh when you first sleep over together would be magical - singing, dancing, movies, food, everything - he wouldnt share his bed just yet, but he would make the biggest pillow fort in the living room and cuddle all night

‗ ❍ hes so attentive about you, making sure to know everything, making sure to never bring up the things you dislike, making sure any foods you dont like - even if he liked it- was out of his pantry

‗ ❍ he wouldnt try to kiss you during the sleep overs though, didnt want to ruin the fun you were having - these sleepovers usually tend to last longer than one night but never pass four.

‗ ❍ at the end of sleepover he would bring you to your pod, holding all your stuff and gently putting them down on the couch when instructed.

‗ ❍ when you would walk him out he would pause, unsure what to do before grabbing your face and dragging you in

‗ ❍ this kiss would be the most aggressive hes ever given you, having you pressed against your door, caging you in his fangs pressing into your lip, he need to feel it

‗ ❍ this would end up with both of you gripping each other, panting and kissing, his hands would be firm around your hips, making sure you couldnt pull away

‗ ❍ he only would stop once you touched his fangs with your tongue, pulling back and panting, pressing soft kissing into your cheeks and forehead, before bidding you a goodnight with one last soft kiss on the lips before walking off

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Random things ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ will definitely read any book you bring up, always showing any interest he could about your interests - though he would definitely rather read sad books

‗ ❍ obsessed with kiwi

‗ ❍ his favorite book is I Deserve a Better Goodbye !! hes so into his feelings

‗ ❍ will probably never be comfortable with his claws and fangs due to the trauma he endured during the run and the put put trolls being terrified that it resembled the Bergens

‗ ❍ has so many plants in his home, even grows your favorite plants and flowers so he can gift them to you

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I’ll get to the nsfw headcanons soon! I haven’t thought about them so I’m kind of lost what to do

I JUST LOVE THIS LANKY MAN

[nethertrolls]

I just made a goof post about him

This is Zephyr C. (Creed) Wesker and his one of my villains. He had the potential of getting better but my friend said - no let’s make him worse.

He was friends with another of my trolls Altas and they were each others firsts in pretty much everything without ever really being in a relationship. Zephyr found out that he was an experiment - made from the genetics of a few other subjects and he did not take that incredibly well. But he bids his time on any vengeance activities. But that’s not the reason why his goopy.

Always a very intelligent mind, a true genius… Zephyr was noticed by members of the fleet who noticed his potential. They wanted him to make soldiers that would not have to rest for space exploration. A stronger troll in every way. He did create that but he also began to experiment on himself and even though he was physically changing there was seemingly no alarm. His blood changed, he gained permanent features of what looked like fins and tails but more goopy. Zephyr was the perfect soldier, the success story to his own experiments. ( the guy in this post who I’ll get to later would be described as mostly successful).

The Fleet gave him plenty to work with, there was a small secluded town in the desert/countryside that he played with. He created a version of voidrot also in his spare time.

The thing is, the thing the caused him to get stronger doesn’t always work out for everyone.. It has levels of success certainly but when it fails - when a trolls body rejects it, it rejects it hard. The best case scenario is just being sick for the rest of your life and the worst death or even a similar case to what happens to feral ghouls in FO.

Zephyr C. (Creed) Wesker had a very prevalent hold throughout the planets while the trolls that he ‘works’ for in the fleet seem to think that he is under their loyal command.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

4th part with Daz’ai

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

As with the first 3 parts there’s no strong story so if you skip a part then it should all make since, but as each part is a direct continuation you may miss context.

F!reader x m!zandalari troll x f!draenei x m!worgen

Group sex, fingering, double penetration, knotting, fisting.

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Sitting at the bar of the tavern here in this little town on the edge of the map you still were not quite sure how you got there. Well, actually you did know. You had gone back to Daz’ai ship the next day just like he had invited you and ended up on your back on his desk getting railed within an inch of your life, which you had expected. What you had not expected was an invitation to join him sailing for two weeks on his patrol.

You learned a few things about him. One: while he captained a warship, he was actually an explorer. He got his start in the Golden Fleet sailing on an exploration vessel, and worked his way up the ranks to eventually captain his own small ship. Once the war broke out even non-combat sailors and captains were stationed on fighting ships and after the war he was allowed to use the warship for patrol and exploration.

Two: despite his free and open spirit, Daz’ai never slept with anyone on his crew. He lamented ‘handling things himself’ between ports and how it would be nice to have someone around who was not on his crew.

Three: everyone knows Daz’ai and his reputation. Scarcely a moment had gone by since you docked where he was not in conversation and catching up with someone.

Which brought you to now. You had been sitting next to him in the tavern when one of the most beautiful Draenei woman you had ever seen walked up and began chatting with him. Most surprisingly was when she starting speaking to him in Alliance common he was answering back in it.

“Wait? You speak alliance common!?” you nearly yelled at him in common after speaking orcish the last few days.

“I do” he shrugged.

“So why haven’t you the last few days with me?”

“I don’t like speaking common unless I have to. In Dazar’alor the language is Zandalai, in the Horde it’s orcish, here it is alliance common, so I’ll speak it when necessary”.

“But there was no reason for us to be speaking orcish if you know common!”

He just shrugged, “You came to Zuldazar, to Dazar’alor, without knowing the language, so I can’t speak my tongue with you, so we’ll both just speak a different language then”.

“Don’t be so stubborn, Daz’ai” the Draenei woman chimed in, “And be a gentleman and introduce me, will you?”

He sighed, but you learned the woman was Mizra, a local shopkeeper born and raised in this little town.

“And where is your husband?” Daz’ai asked.

“On his way, we were just closing up the shop for the night when we saw you dock” she said, “Here for very long?”

“Just overnight, picking up supplies and having a little fun” he answered.

“Your ship, or our place?” she winked “And how about your new traveling companion, does she have the same idea of fun as you? Would she want to join?” she asked.

“Ask her yourself” Daz’ai said.

Mizra turned and smiled, “What say you? I’m assuming you’re adventurous if you’re tagging along with him” she elbowed Daz’ai’s side.

“I’m the first non-human she’s been with, so I think she’s trying to be at least” Daz’ai smiled.

Mizra was close to you now, her hands on your knees and her tail wrapping around your leg, “Well, if you are interested in expanding your horizons I can definitely help with that. Sounds like you’ve never been with a Draenei?”

“No” you answered.

“How about a worgen?” she smiled.

“No, never” you answered again.

“In that case, I think you may enjoy joining us” she was so close to you, her lips brushed your cheek when she spoke.

You looked up at Daz’ai, trying to gauge what he was thinking.

“Don’t look at me, I can’t answer this for you. I’d love to have you along, but of course you don’t have to, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You can always enjoy the town and then head back to the ship and I’ll be back later” he assured you.

“I, I think I’d like to come along” your heart was racing. You had never been with more than one person at a time, and only with another woman a few times before.

“Wonderful,” Mizra smiled, “how about you two head back to the ship, and I’ll go let Barton know the plan, we’ll be there soon”.

“Well see you there” said Daz’ai.

Back on the ship you sat on the edge of the bed feeling a little nervous, not sure what to expect, so lost in thought that the knock on the door made you leap out of your skin.

“Just Mizra and Barton” Daz’ai kissed the top of your head, “And if you don’t like something it’s ok to stop, no one will be mad at you, ok?”

“Ok” though you were still nervous.

Mizra wasted no time making herself comfy next to you, grabbing your hand and giving you a smile “I’ll take care of you, just trust me and let me know if you need to stop, ok?”

“Ok” you swallowed down your nervousness as best you could.

She leaned in and pulled you into a kiss, her tongue quickly parting your lips and placing a hand on your cheek. You relaxed into it, letting her lead while you felt Daz’ai’s familiar presence behind you. He sat behind you with his legs on either side of you and his hands on your hips to pull you back against him.

Mizra’s free hand slipped under your shirt to give your nipple a soft pinch, causing you to moan into her mouth. You felt Daz’ai’ much firmer hand between your legs, rubbing at your clit over your pants. She pushed against your chest, making you to lean back against Daz’ai before breaking the kiss and giving you quite the smile.

She said nothing, but swiftly got to work helping you out of your pants and undergarments, Daz’ai helped you slip your shirt off and busied himself with playing with your breasts instead.

She looked up at you for just a moment before slipping her tongue between your folds, playfully licking you up and down several times before turning her attention to your clit. You watched as behind her Barton hoisted her hips up into the air and flipped her skirt up, taking his time to line up before sinking into her.

Mizra moaned against your clit, sending warm tingles through your whole body, “Don’t go to hard darling, I want our new friend to have the full experience after all”.

He was massive compared to her, leaning over her with his snout buried against her neck, “Then don’t make me wait to long” his voice half laughing and half growling.

You felt Mizra’s fingers against your entrance, teasing for a moment before sliding one in though she only swirled it around for a moment before removing it. Then you felt her reaching under you and pressing her slick fingering against your backside. You whined as her finger slowly entered you, unaccustomed to the feeling.

“Relax” she cooed at you, “You’re so tense, and we can’t have that”. She slowly worked her finger into you all the way to her knuckle and you squirmed from the feeling.

“Darling, fetch me my bag, will you?” she asked Barton, who huffed but did go to get her the bag. “And you, Daz’ai, pants off and on your back please”.

“Yes ma’am” you could hear the smile in his voice.

“And my new little friend, you need to relax, Daz’ai can help with that so up you go” and she gestured to Daz’ai who was now stripped down and leaning back.

Your face was bright red, sure you had ridden him a few times, but not in front of anyone. You climbed on top on him, keeping your back to Mizra and Barton so that you could just focus on Daz’ai, and slowly lowered yourself down onto him, thankful that you were still ready for him from earlier before you docked.

Mizra placed a hand on your back and guided you to lay down on him and you happily buried your face into his chest.

You heard Mizra digging through her bag and the sound of a bottle of something opening. Once more your felt her slick finger enter your backside.

“Mmm, Daz’ai I can feel you in her” she practically purred.

You felt her stroking her finger inside you and teasing him through the thin layer of separation. She slowly worked a second finger into you, gently spreading them apart and working you open.

“Oh pretty girl” she cooed at you, “You keep tensing up so much, not much experience with getting fucked in the ass?”

“None, actually” you muttered into Daz’ai’s chest.

“Oh? Then I’m going to have a lot of fun getting you warmed up and then watching my husband show you how good a thick worgen cock feels stretching you out”.

Mizra continued, slowly adding a third finger, though now as you got used to the sensation it was starting to feel incredible. Between Daz’ai lazily thrusting up into you and Mizra fingering your ass you were always a whimpering mess and on the verge of cumming.

“I think she’s ready for you darling” she said as she removed her fingers.

You felt shifting around and then large, clawed hands on your hips, “I’ll go slow, I promise” came Barton’s gruff voice.

His tip must have been as thick as Mizra’s three fingers and you whimpered as he pressed in. You had never felt so full, between Daz’ai’s already impressive size that you were still getting used to and now Barton slowly filling your ass, your mind was rapidly going blank.

Mizra kept a close eye on you, watching your face and instructing Barton to either go a little farther or wait and let you adjust. It took ages, but eventually you felt the fur of his thighs brushing against you and his full length buried in you.

“Doesn’t he feel incredible?” Mizra asked you. She had moved to be sitting next to you and was playing with your hair.

You whimpered a ‘yes’ against Daz’ai’s skin.

“Go ahead darling, but go slow with her” Mizra told Barton.

Slowly he rocked his hips against you, tentatively giving a few small thrusts to see how you handled it and the beginning a slow pace of shallow thrusts while you adjusted.

Quickly you were reduced down into a moaning, blubbering mess. Daz’ai alone was more than enough as if, but now being between the two of them you barely had a thought left in your head.

“Daz’ai” Mizra began, “Stop just playing with her and fuck her for real”

“Just didn’t want to overwhelm her” he leaned down and nuzzled the top of your head.

“She’s okay now, just look at that cute face. She’s practically drooling on you. And I have other plans for her, so get her nice and relaxed for me, will you?”

You felt Daz’ai sped up, jostling you around quite a bit and causing up to bounce up against Barton and deepen his thrusts.

“Doesn’t that feel so good?” came Mizra’s voice in your ear, “I know it’s one of my favorite spots to be in”.

You could only nod at her, and even that was difficult. Your vision was a little, blurry and hazy from tears, they were good tears from being so overstimulated by it all, but it still made it hard to see. You did not last long now that Daz’ai was not holding holding back. Quickly coming undone, not even able to make a sound, just softly whimpering as the waves of pleasure spread out across your body.

“Finish up gentlemen, it’s my turn to play with her” Mizra said.

Daz’ai continued his steady pace and pulled you tight against his chest, he seemed to like having as much contact as possible. You felt him twitch and throb in you and and warm flood of cum as he moaned in your ear. He really did make the most incredible sounds.

Barton had sped up only slightly, still following Mizra’s directions to a tee though and not getting to rough.

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you know what a knot is?” Mizra asked you.

Despite knowing what all those words meant individually, at this moment you could not string them together and figure out what she was asking. “A knot?” you stammered out.

“Mmhmm, I think it’s time to show you what the best part of fucking a worgen is” Mizra affectionately scratched Barton behind the ear.

Barton began thrusting quicker and you felt something else press against your entrance. Something firm and large. He kept up his pace until a particularly rough final thrust you felt whatever it was press into your already overstretched ass and cause you to yelp in surprise before groaning at the new sensation. You felt the flood of cum deep in you and the intense stretch from the base of Barton’s cock that had now been shoved into you.

“Feel that?” asked Mizra, “Worgen have a wonderful trick for keeping cum from leaking out, that nice thick knot at the base. Though once it’s in, it does take a while to come out”.

As if to demonstrate Barton tugged back an inch or two, though the knot prevented him from being able to decouple himself from you.

“So now what?” you asked.

“Oh don’t you worry, there’s still plenty of fun to be had while you’re stuck like that. Daz’ai, Barton, won’t you be a dear and help her up so she can sit on his lap?”

It was not the easiest, but the two of them helped you eventually sit up onto Barton’s lap with your back to his chest and Daz’ai now removed from you and sitting next to you.

Mizra wasted no time positioning herself between your legs and without saying a word she plunged a few fingers into your dripping pussy. “Nice and relaxed now” she smiled.

Her fingers were not near as thick at Daz’ai’s cock had been in you, but still felt incredible with how Barton was still filling your ass. You felt her adding fingers and pressing in farther until she was stretching you almost as much as Daz’ai did.

She giggled, “Look what a good job you’ve done Daz’ai, that’s my whole hand”.

You were panting from both the actual feeling and just the thought of it. The feeling of Mizra wriggling her fingers about in you was making you see stars as she tried to find what you liked.

“You feel that?” she asked.

You gave a soft whine in response.

“I can feel that knot in you so easily, must be really stretching you out” she teased and rubbed his knot through you.

“Don’t break her” Barton chuckled, his claws resting on your thighs and occasionally he would slowly drag them up and down your sensitive skin, giving you chills.

At this point you had leaned sideways a bit so you could rest against Daz’ai. He was playing with your hair and kissing the top of your head while telling you what a good girl you were.

Mizra continued stroking Barton through you, rubbing your gspot with every move and making you clench down on her hand and around Barton.

“You know that knot will never go down like that” Daz’ai said.

“We have all night, and maybe I want to see how many loads she can handle while staying plugged” Mizra responded “Or maybe I just want to see how long she can handle that knot”.

She continued playing with you and Barton and teasing you the whole time.

“My love?” she directed to Barton.

“Yes?” he answered.

“You can go again, can’t you?”

In response he softly began bouncing you on his cock, his knot getting driven in just a little bit deeper.

Mizra continued stroking him though you, “Does that feel good? Getting your ass knotted by my husband’s big cock while I help him get off?”

It felt like you could barely breathe, both your ass and cunt were so overstuffed, your whole body felt over stimulated, but still Mizra did not relent. Your stomach did flips as you felt her brush her fingers against your cervix.

“Wow, even this far in you I can’t find his tip, he’s even deeper in you than I am” she said.

Barton was growling in your ear as more cum flooded into you, making you feel impossibly full, though Mizra was not done with you.

You lost track of time, how many loads were pumped into you, and how many orgasms you had. Mizra finally took pity on you when it seemed like you were on the verge of passing out, withdrawing her hand and just laying her head in your thigh while you waited for Barton’s knot to go down. You felt the flood of cum drip out of you once it was able to, leaving quite a puddle.

Mizra and Daz’ai doted on you while they helped clean you up, peppering you with little kisses and constantly asking if you were ok, which you were, just exhausted too. Even Barton had his head resting on your shoulder as was gently scratching your scalp and apologizing for his wife’s intensity.

Once you were clean and dry, the bed sheets changed, and everyone was certain you were alright Mizra and Barton left for the night, bidding you farewell and that they hoped they would see you again.

You laid on Daz’ai’s chest while he ran his fingers up and down your back. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked.

“Mmhmm” you sighed into his chest, too tired to talk, but feeling incredibly content.

“Good, I’m glad you joined us, though maybe that was a bit intense for your first time like that” he laughed.

“You’re still speaking common” you muttered.

“I don’t think your brain can handle trying to speak orcish right now. Just rest” he kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket up over you.

[ace-does-stuff]

new setting (new ideals)

Summary: Wherein John Dory accidentally sneaks into the home universe of Sans after a very small margin of victory in the latest multiversal tourney; things escalate in unprecedented ways after the local scientist sizes him up to scale.

Warnings: swearing, drinking, god i am so sorry for this

Authors Note: @ohposhers @bulliestrolls someone needs to put you two in the fucking slammer for drawing sansdory, and then they need to put me in the slammer for writing sansdory. for the sake of enjoying this fic please picture JD as a lot more creature than in canon.

John Dory was small enough to fit inside of Sans' coat pocket.

Sans discovers this the hard way when the ex leader of brozone falls out of his pocket after his return to Snowdin.

"Ain't snow fucking way." Was what Sans managed as he stared at the unmoving body in the snow, far too small to be considered the average monster for the underground. The Troll would be eaten without a second thought, mistaken for the bugs Muffet doesn't provide protection for.

He plucks the tufted tail and holds up John Dory like he's a dead rat. Of course he snaps awake as soon as Sans is holding him at eye height, and with a screech he's flung aside as the skeleton lurches back.

Sans pauses to catch his breath, "Okay, so you're not dead. That's good."

"Where am I?!" Was John Dory's instant question as he shook the snow from his hair and brushed himself down.

"Pipe down pipsqueak, I won't let you get squished," Sans said as he took a seat on the snow. He held out a hand, "We should probably get you situated with Alphys, size you up a bit."

John reluctantly stepped onto a gloved hand and took a seat on the palm, it was cold and unpleasant. His tail thwipped loudly despite his size, "Anything else in mind to get me back home?" The words are agitated.

"Want me to leave you here?"

Silence.

"Thought so, I'll give you a hand in figuring it out, but you're playing by my rules bud."

"How were you the reigning champ for years on end?"

"The girlies liked me for my dry humor, MILF hunting attitude, and undetermined backstory- and my infinite fuckability of course."

"Must suck not having a dick."

Sans just gives a hum before giving John a gently toss, only a few inches but he still yelps and clings desperately to phalanges when he lands back in Sans' hand. It garners a chuckle from the skeleton, "Pal, I got extremities you couldn't even dream of, and no, that isn't an invitation to start listing 'em off."

John Dory shuts his mouth.

"Don't be shocked if Alphys tries to fill you up with needles and probes."

"With what-"

"She's a curious gal."

-/-/-/-

Thankfully the resizing process involves a lot less probing than Sans said it would, which John is eternally grateful for. He'd like to avoid having a cold piece of metal shoved up his ass if possible. The process just required a small blood sample and some weighing before he was resized with one little ray.

And then he was the exact same height as Sans, give or take a few inches.

"Proportionately, I can see why you won," Sans said, hands stuffed in his pockets and expression same as always. It's far too hard for John Dory to read, he can't tell if it's sarcastic or genuine.

"Thanks." He shrugs off the compliment because he doesn't know how to take it.

"Is it easier to see why I was the reigning champ?" Sans asked.

"You're the furthest thing from 'sexyman' out there," John Dory said before he could actually think about the words exiting his mouth.

Sans laughed, "Tell it to The Onceler, if you can convince him to take me off the bracket then I'll stop trying my best."

"You don't try at all."

"The girlies like me for that."

"What is it with you and the girlies?"

"What makes you think that the guys were voting for me?" Sans shot back, "Think you can walk and talk? I know a shortcut."

"Good point," John Dory said, "I can walk and talk."

"Cool." Sans holds out a hand.

"What?"

"Gotta hold my hand to take the shortcut."

John places his paw atop Sans hand and the grip the motion is received with is far too intense to be considered normal. But a shortcut is a shortcut, and he'll just have to take help to get around this universe until he can get home.

-/-/-/-

"Ketchup?"

"Yeah man, ketchup." Sans tossed a bottle to John Dory as he spoke, the Troll catching it with ease.

"You expect me to drink ketchup? I've had worse, but what about alcohol?" John asked.

"Bud," Sans began, "The bartender is a living flame, you really think he wants to be handling highly flammable stuff?"

"Fair point, but can you actually get drunk offa ketchup?" John asked, and he gave this slanted smirk as he spoke, partially leaning an elbow on the bar. He's gotten more comfortable after a week in Sans' hometown, he lives in the room under the sink in the skelebros household and made it his own until later notice.

Sans gives a hum, "Wanna find out?"

John grins before popping off the cap, "Try me."

-/-/-/-

"What do they put in this shit, Sans?" The words are spoken with a giggle and despite the ache in his head John Dory goes back for more.

"Tomatoes," Sans answered with, still slowly downing his first serving of ketchup.

"It's gotta be more than that, bonedaddy," John Dory purred, leaning a little bit more on the bar and resting his chin in his hands.

A distinct azure rises to Sans' face, "I think you've had too much ketchup."

"You meant it."

"What?"

"When we were in the lab, when you said I looked hot. You meant it, you like me," John deduced rather skillfully despite his inept state.

"And if I do?" Sans asked.

John pauses, "It'd be hot, Sans and John Dory double teaming the tourney."

"Alright, we should get home," Sans said, sliding off his bar stool and holding out a gloved hand.

John Dory took it and slid off his own stool, his tail wagged about lazily. His face is burning up and he looks oddly lovesick, a realization that Sans makes the choice to ignore until he can contemplate it late at night. Alone. In bed. By himself.

The Troll slinks an arm under Sans' shoulders, face resting atop the fluff of his hoodie and nuzzled into the collar of his turtleneck, he still clutches a hand tightly. He gives a contented hum, "Your jacket's soft."

"I know."

"You're soft."

"That's an odd thing to say considering I'm all bones."

"I'll show you bones."

"We really gotta get you home."

"And then?"

"And then you're going to sleep, no goodnight kiss."

-/-/-/-

Another week passes and Papyrus suddenly has to deal with the fact that Sans and John Dory are being overtly romantic.

"Your teeth are cold." John Dory would always say whenever he tried to kiss Sans.

"The girlies like it." Sans would always answer.

And sometimes John Dory would try again to get the usually snapped shut jaw open, or he'd say, "I guess I'm one of the girlies."

They'd laugh and after a small beat of silence continue on with their day.

Maybe it's selfish that Sans is keeping John Dory from a way back to his own universe, but he's pretty sure the Troll doesn't mind. He's stopped asking when he'll get to go back home at least, and Sans is benefiting from having someone around.

It makes the resets more tolerable if nothing else, and Sans just doesn't tell John about them. About the times he's watched everyone die and everyone live, he never speaks a word of it. And unless Frisk brings it up, he won't have to know of the amnesia or the violence.

And they can keep living their happily ever after.