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brights-place · 2 months

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WAZZAP‼️ I was wondering if you could do a Riff x king of metal NSFW? like the readers like huge, but not like human size, you know what I mean, but like larger than the average troll. And he’s like really dominant and crap :33 (if you can’t do Riff, then you could totally do Barb also, I’m sorry for this being so specific I just love Riff☕️)

-U B E L🦴

Riff X Metal! S/O NSFW

Pairings: Riff X Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Cursing

A/N: Riff is so UEGHHVWUEHAJVIPM enjoy this NSFW post I have for all of you Riff fans like me! I wrote this at 2:15am Yall! And I was sleepy

Your tall figure stood before Riff who blushed yo towards his partner who’s bat wings slowly expanded while you smirked slyly “Riff honey your so cute” You smirked kneeling down as he flushed an darker grey as you grab his hands lovingly smiling at him as he spoke “Please don’t go soft…” riff whispered looking away well that’s what he was doing under his beanie you just thought you were staring at his eyes due to the beanie covering them.

An chuckle passed your lips as you kissed his cheek “I’ll make sure you won’t walk okay?” Riff nodded quickly as a darker shade of grey appeared on his cheeks. his gaze flickered down to your lips, giving you the signal before leaning into a kiss due to his impulsive desires. If you weren’t going to tell him anything, he’d get you to respond in another way.

Your lips were turning numb along with the rest of your body as you could feel yourself falling down the rabbit hole of lustful intent for your partner who laid on the sheets before you. Your hand wrapped around his shaft to jerk it off through the fabric, seeing a small dot of pre-cum began to form around where his tip was hidden from his pants.

He stared towards you as you tugged down his studded belt unbuckling it in your hands. Your E/c eyes tugged down his pants smirking as he covered his face embarrassed slightly as you told him how gorgeous he looked. He felt himself bare and exposed after you succeeded in getting his lower clothes down to his knees as a light whimper escaped his lips.

His eyes widened when noticing your smirk as he tried to suppress the noise trying hard to cover it up as much as he could, swallowing it and enduring it.

You couldn’t help but let out praises pass your ears as you gripped onto his waist as your other hand jerked him off playing with the slit as he let out another breathy noise eyes darting up towards you as an small chuckle passed your lips Riff looking away flustered You gave his flushed pink tip kisses, swiping your tongue slowly across it before obliging to his ask while pumping his dick with one hand, “You’re doing an amazing job, Riff. I’m so proud of you… Does that make you feel good, my handsome boy?” A sly smirk spread onto your face as you looked down to see riffs shocked expression, wrapping his entire mouth around him and hollowing his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but speak up "Your already wet from a little teasing Riff" You muttered sliding your hand teaisngly up and down the clothed slit staring at Riff with hunger. The raventte male stared up towards you watching you slowly lay your head between his inner thighs before looking up at him a wet feeling touched Riffs bud making him yelp out a moan seeing your teasing smirk

Riff couldn’t help but reach up clutching your hair as he let out whimpers and begs gripping the males hair not even remembering how many times he made him get to the edge and stop teasing before changing using his tongue "Just a little longer love I'll let you cum soon..." You muttered as your tongue continued to tease his tip.

Riff couldn’t help but feel dizzy at the feeling. His fingers clutching his fingers tighter to your hair and the bedsheets below as Riffs tongue stuck out as he let out heavy and loud breaths

Riff couldn't help but drool feeling his orgasm coming as your tongue made him start feeling light headed and so in love. you pulled away from him completely after you were about to make him let go. Riff could feel the tears pricking his eyes. "w-why I wanted-" He got cut off with a kiss on his cheek then below his eyes where small tears rested just moments ago. Your voice was gruff and tired "I'm letting you cum soon Love" Riff nodded his head obediently.

As the sound of something ripping being heard Riff couldn't help but watch your back while you chucked go the remainder of your clothes throwing it to the floor the clothes gone like Riff’s underwear, and clothes He let you kiss jis neck and play with His nipple piercings as he bit his lips feeling something enter him easily making an groan past his lips as he clutched to your forearm “F-fuck, you feel so good." you grunted out your hands wandered upon the Drummer is tone body while he awaited for you to adjust to him "Go ahead” riff muttered giving the the clear as Soft grunts and curses spilled from his lips. The sound of wet slapping, and riffs mewls and moans of how big you were filled the apartment the two were in as you grunted.

Your hands held onto his waist as you kissed riff as he clinged to you trying hard for Barb or other rock trolls to hear the noises he was making as his body shook

Your hands caressed riffs face. "I’ll make you look so fucked out Don't worry, love." His pace increased making riff squeal about how good it hit him "G-gonna cum!" The male moaned out loudly. " Yeah? Go ahead Darling I Won't stop it this time" Riff wrapped his arms around your neck. Breathing in your scent as his moans were muffled. his orgasm hitting hard The hot blinding sensation had his eyesight blurry with tears. his body shook under Yours. Thighs almost clamping together if you weren’t holding them harshly. "Fucked you g-good, didn't I?" you grunted voice slightly stuttering and getting breathy as you got closer to your own orgasm "Too much!" Riff whined. The over stimulation of all the pain and pleasure he felt was almost enough for him to start crying again. "Y-You can take it. Just ngh- hold on a little longer" You grunted as his hips faltered slowly as he felt the warm liquid fill Jim up as the both started panting. "Are you ok? Wasn't so harsh was I” He questioned. "No, it was really good.” Riff muttered

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sansxfuckyou · 4 months

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sugar and spice, but not so nice

Summary: Riff's definitely not hurting for a Pop Troll, regardless, Barb offers to lend him a hand in getting Floyd's attention

Warnings: swear words censored when spoken by Pop Trolls cause its funny, there is tension and its almost sexual

Authors Note: the fliff brainworms got to me guys, I couldn't stop myself the second I got a keyboard in hand, it just happened. hope ya'll enjoy, and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checkin' the ao3 port

"Really, Riff? That Pop freak is the Troll you're jonesing for?" Barb asked.

Riff just nodded and Barb had the audacity to laugh, "What's so funny about it?"

"Oh nothing, it's just that he's the epitome of sugar, spice, and everything nice," Barb stated boldly, almost abrasively at that. She looks so very, very disappointed in Riff, "C'mon man! There's so many rockers and you choose a Pop troll! We got Death, we got Punk, we got Thrash- and you choose someone who clearly isn't any of the above."

"He's sort of like, Pop Punk," Riff said, "But he could totally pull a death scream if he wanted too."

Barb scoffed, "He's pink, he's so pink it makes me want to vomit."

"Magenta," Riff corrected sharply, "His hair is magenta and white, we could introduce him to hair dye."

"That's illegal in Pop," Barb said, "He'd be staked if you dyed his hair."

"Then he could stay in Rock, until it faded out, just for a little bit," Riff said.

Barb gave a faux gag and the tuft of her tail puffed up, "You're gross."

Riff props the rim of his toque up with the blunt end of his drumstick, "How about Viva? Isn't she also a Pop troll?" He's pushing his luck, he's pushing it harder than he thought he ever would.

"Let's move onto the next subject," Barb swiftly answered with, quick to defend her own sanctity of being a Rock Troll who definitely isn't out for a Pop Troll. A Pop Troll without any Rock tendencies, because she'll admit it, Floyd has some Rock potential despite everything. "Hair dye. You want to dye his hair for a date?"

"To help him blend in more," Riff answered with, tail flipping back and forth, "I'd really like to perform some music with him."

"I'll pull some strings for you, my shockingly smart friend," Barb answered with.

-/-/-/-

Floyd is the one who chose the song, he's the one who chose the list of songs he wanted to perform. And all of them were shockingly raunchy, shockingly explicit, very unbecoming of a Troll whose origin is Pop. It shocks Barb more than it does Riff, she just stares at the list and reads over them while Floyd looks at her like a puppy.

"Lemme just," She pauses, then speaks, "Nine Inch Nails?"

"If you don't mind," Floyd tacked on before she could further question.

Barb laughed a bit, "Please, I love them, woulda been a fan since day one but I wasn't quite born yet. But the songs?"

Floyd can't quite form a verbal answer, just give this sheepish grin. Barb swears his fringe falls a little further over his eyes and she's bold enough to reach out a paw and bat it away. The bleached section is frail, it feels like hay compared to what still retained that magenta hue she mocked. He almost lurches back, his fur just stands on end, and Barb pulls back her hand.

"Personally, I like them. But singing about fucking someone to feel alive doesn't seem your speed, isn't there a weird Pop language barrier?" Barb asked, "Or that one line from a different song, 'I am a good boy and I will swallow it all,' Floyd, that's an amazing song but jeez."

"I thought it'd be funny, cause whenever I try and swear it just," He pauses, trying to find out how to describe it before settling on just swearing, "F*ck, a$$."

Barb laughs until her stomach hurts at the garbled intentions of swearing that Floyd manages to provide. The Pop swear barrier has never been funnier in her entire life, but the fact he can enunciate enough to get the idea of an expletive across is impressive. Trolls like Poppy can barely say 'frick' without a large censor forcing itself in place, but Floyd? He's almost broken it.

"Alright kid-"

"I'm older than you,"

"Same difference; I'll cue up the songs for you and Riff,"

"You aren't joining?"

"Not unless you want me too, might hog the spotlight, sorry if I do," A small giggle snort, "It would be fun to try and go at it with a Pop Troll."

-/-/-/-

Riff stares.

He stares the entire fucking show.

He can't help it really, eyes stuck on a Troll like Floyd as he just drums out the beats and Barb strums out the additional bass lines. It's a comfort really, having someone in the back man the soundboard for the industrious instruments they can't quite do as a trio.

He holds on tight to whatever sense of sanity he can grasp whenever he gets gifted a glance at Floyd's face. He really is head over heels, he really is deep in this pit, for a Pop Troll of all genres. Albeit, a Pop Troll that's belting out songs of the industrial rock genre with an uncanny amount of ease. But still a Pop Troll, still something he'll be disowned over at the dinner table even if Barb goes public with Viva.

He'll just take this if he can't get anything else.

He'll take performing songs with his two favorite Trolls over nothing any day of the week.

-/-/-/-

Post show jitters reside comfortably on Floyd's fur, splayed atop an amp larger than he is with his tail lazily thumping on the material. His chest is heaving and he's curling and uncurling the mic cord around a finger, painted nail scratching at the plastic so rarely.

"Good show," He manages, voice cracking just a bit with how much he stressed it trying to break the Pop swear barrier for one song. He failed to do so, but he still tried until he felt like he was passing out, vision nearly going spotty. It was more fun than he'd ever had performing with his brothers.

Riff takes a heavy breath, "Great show," He's giving this long exhale that's almost a laugh as he speaks.

"Amazing show, I should go work an after party," Barb mused.

"Aw, is your girlfriend rubbing off on you?" Riff teased, rolling onto his stomach where he lay on the cold, hard, concrete ground. It eased his nerves, they were still on fire, the layers of denim and torn fabric probably didn't help much.

"Girlfriend? Tell me more, Riffy," Floyd said before he could stop himself, glancing down at the navy Troll from where he lay.

"Barb has a crush on Viva," Riff drawled as he pulled himself into a criss crossed position, one leg over the other. Floyd nearly laughs.

"Hey man! We agreed not to talk about her," Barb snapped as she stood up from her chair. She stretched her arms over her head and her tail snapped to punctuate her sentence, "Not like you can talk either."

Floyd raises a brow, "Tell me all about it, Barb," he lets his legs sway over the edge of the amp.

Riff sends Barb a pleading look, a begging look, desperation impossibly clear on his partially obscured face.

She just grins, "Well, our friend here has a crush on a Pop Troll. A fella trying to change genres when no one's looking," She winks at Floyd and watches as Riff tries not to respond to the words viscerally, that would give it away and he's highly aware that Barb is trying to play him like the cheap kazoo he is.

"Controversial," Floyd managed to supply, "But fun, inter-genre relations are still kind of, ya know."

"Yeah, kind of," Riff answered with, "Rock Trolls are wide open to the idea in my experience. We legalized polyamory a hundred some odd years ago. We're working on the papers for inter-genre stuff as we speak."

Floyd laughed, "I should just, live here as a Rock Troll. Pop Rock, Pop Punk, Pop Thrash- I could make it work."

"That you could," Barb said, there's this twisted grin on her face, showing off all of her fangs, "But really, I gotta catch that after party, you two can chat."

It's a segue into a conversation really, a shoe in for them to continue speaking as she leaves. She wants this as much as Riff does, maybe if she gets him with Floyd he'll let her fawn over Viva in peace.

Riff just taps his drumstick on the ground, balanced between fingers and tapping back and forth. Floyd just stares at Riff from the amp comfortably, sort of like a cat on a high perch.

"So this mystery Troll, tell me more," Floyd prompts as he slides off of the amp, "If you want too."

And Riff does want too, he wants to tell Floyd everything, but he bites his tongue. He just shrugs, "Nice guy really, probably heading back to Pop sooner than later."

"Pop? Are you crushing on JD?"

Riff shudders, "No offense, but he's too Country coded."

"Did you just call my brother Country coded?" Floyd asked with this devilish smirk, slowly stepping closer to Riff as he goes.

"Am I wrong?" Riff countered with a nervous chuckle.

"Never said you were, but continue about this Troll," Floyd urged, if he just reached out he could trace his hands across Riff's face. Learn every contour, twirl a finger through his hair, that would be nice, that could also be the adrenaline talking.

"Right, right," Riff stalled, what else he could say that isn't virtually outright saying that it's Floyd? Not a whole lot, "Got a great voice, an amazing voice with even greater range. It's scary really, he just hops on stage and gets into it, like he's a different person."

Floyd's tail flicks just a bit, Riff doesn't notice the tell that the Pop Troll is onto him.

"And then he starts to sing, most Rockers have deep voices naturally, but this breath of fresh air, a blend of Pop and Punk? It's amazing," Riff overexplained, just going off, "I'm talking too much, aren't I?" He looks up to find Floyd much, much closer than before. Red instantly rises to the Rocker's face, a stark contrast to his usual hue.

"No," Floyd said quietly, the flow of words pausing just enough to make Riff worry. He comes to a complete halt when the gap is small enough their knees are almost knocked against each other, "Keep going."

"I would," Riff begins, drawing out the syllables as he stares at Floyd through the blur of black hair and fabric alike. He brings a paw to run through his hair and it knocks back the toque just a bit, "But, I don't know what else there is to say without totally blowing the covers," He pauses, "He's really pretty."

"It's me," Floyd declares.

"It is," Riff confirms.

The Pop troll places a gentle kiss to Riff's forehead, one of the few spots where frizzy black hair isn't splayed over his fur. He rears back just a bit, "That's pretty fuckin' sweet," He doesn't even realize the Pop swear barrier dissolved entirely for a brief moment.

"Pretty fuckin' sweet," Riff echoes back before pushing aside a chunk of Floyd's fringe to return the motion. He almost flinches back from it, expecting the contact to sting or ache with how frail that performance left him, but it doesn't. It just feels nice, a warmth sprouting all over his body, it tingles and he loves the sensation.

"You should go tell Barb, we could pressure her into telling Viva," Floyd proposed, "That'd be fun, no?"

Riff is reeling, it took a moment for it to catch up but he is fucking reeling when it finally does. His eyes widen just a bit, there goes the boldness of adrenaline, "That actually happened," He tentatively places his paw on Floyd's, it isn't shoved off, "Oh my god it actually, it happened."

"Yeah man," Floyd said, pressing another chaste kiss to Riff's face, this time his cheek, "It did, and I'll do it again."

Before he freaks out he manages to collect himself enough to breath, "Let's go find Barb, she's been listening to me talk about you for a while now."

"Oh? So this crush isn't a new development?" Floyd teased gently.

"Not at all. But her thing for Viva? That's new," Riff countered with a laugh, it's nervous, just to fill the silence, "But us, we're a thing, those kisses?"

"Those kisses made us a thing," It's a calm reaffirmation, a promise with the squeeze of a paw.

"See, that's new, newer than Barb's crush on Viva," Riff explained, "Which is why we need to find her and tell her."

"You're freaking out,"

"Oh absolutely, you just kissed me, why wouldn't I be freaking out?"

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r0sy-maple-m0th · 2 months

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thinking about a future chapter featuring riff and floyds late night talks instead of actually writing >>>>>

I can't wait to get past all the exposition stuff, I wanna write riff x floyds slowburn so badd

I have a lot of ideas for them that I think the people will like

#asdfsgafg #text #dreamworks trolls #fliff trolls #floyd x riff #ao3 fanfic

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kit-katzx3 · 4 months

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ok so i’ve been working on this for a while but i’m finally sorta happy with what i have so far, i’ve been making a fliff fanfic, it’ll be 6 chapters long and it will def have smut bc… yeah why not lol

anyways two chapters are out so far, here’s the link!

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fl0ydsf4n · 3 months

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Chapter one of my fliff fic should be out tmrw, I've been working on it for the past few days very hard 2 impress some ppl, so hopefully yall like it!! I'll post it to here when its ready!! 😼

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just-simpins-blog · 4 months

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NOT MINE

It's Floyd x Riff and there's only two chapters rn.

The awkward embarrassment between these two is something I live for. I can't wait to see how this one goes.

Tagging Fliff fans: @metalheads-trash-bin @ohposhers @nervousskull @amaryllishigh

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hegoeshardasfuck · 1 month

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shake it left, shake it right (fuck me through the night)

wordcount: 1K

tags: established relationship, mating cycles/in heat, hair pulling, biting, rough sex, porn with some plot

synopsis: Riff gets his shit fucking rocked

note: this one goes out to the Trolls fans, I see u, I hear u, heres some smut for the girlies with no Ao3 account. wrote this before i fully grasped the intensity of Floyd's queer-coding so uh, ignore the very starting paragraphs. if you enjoy consider dropping a like or checking the Ao3 port

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52567057

The last time Floyd slept with a guy was when he was nineteen. He sort of decided to swing straight away after that, going after women because they were dying at his feet whether he liked it or not. Why not make use of that knowledge, just to see where it would get him.

It got him surrendered to Velvet and Veneer by a group of K-pop Trolls that had him absolutely enraptured is where it got him. A kiss, some tantalizing words he did not understand, and he'd be willing to go anywhere they asked him too. And that was used against him, brought to Mount Rageous and used as a drug for talent.

He retreated to Rock the second he could, his home away from home. The one place he felt safe enough to shed his vest despite gnarled scars from varying origins. Where he could tell dumb horny jokes with an impossibly explicit vocabulary and get an uproar of laughter instead of offended gasps. Where he could just be, even with Pop origins he felt a lot better in Rock.

Apparently he felt safe enough to slip into heat, a cycle he was sure he couldn't attain anymore considering the whole 'life force drained' thing that happened. But he could, and he wakes up with this twist in stomach and he obeys the heat under his skin before he can think about it.

"Riff," It's this long, expectant, whiny sound clawing it's way out of Floyd's throat. He slings himself against the drummer who near instantly picks up the heady scent, it makes him shiver.

"Yeah?" Riff answered with.

"It's that time of the month, no ones around," He keeps his words on Riff's ear, hand wrapping around his boyfriends tail, it twitches and furls. He's purring, a deep rumble in his chest he hasn't been able to shut off all morning. This was inevitable, he decides, having sex with his boyfriend of many months. The heat spurred it on just a bit, but it's been on his mind for a very long while.

Riff gives this nervous sound, this almost nervous sound, "I got a show babe."

Floyd lurches back from Riff, "How long is it gonna take?"

"Not super long, the average length," Riff answered with, "And then, after the show, we can do it."

"You can swear you know," Floyd answered with, he had the audacity to cock a hand on his hip. The motion made Riff freeze, a short circuit in his brain, "Just say fuck, it's hot."

"You're hot," was all Riff could supply in response to the statement.

===

It's Riff whose bending over backwards for Floyd.

It's Riff whose begging and pleading due to whatever freaky mode the heat put Floyd into it.

It's Riff whose losing a semblance of sanity and control under his boyfriend even though he was sure it'd be reverse.

"Say it again, louder," Floyd prompted, hands tracing across Riff's front as he went, tactfully sliding away from wherever it would spark pleasure. Avoiding any and every where that he guessed would make Riff go insane, just for fun, to get a grasp on what he'll be working with.

There's heavy panting before Riff can even form a syllable, "Please," It's a choked sound followed by a euphoric note as Floyd scrapes over those soft expanses of flesh with dulled claws. The motion leaves a searing trail of pleasure behind even as the same hand wrenches into Riff's hair at the base and yanks. He jerks further back against his crazed boyfriend and he's still heaving his breaths, near writhing.

"Good boy," The words ghost against Riff's neck alongside teeth so sharp they have to be artificial (they aren't, they aren't, they aren't, and Riff fucking loves his boyfriends fangs). He partially sinks down, swiping pin prick fangs across flesh and reveling in the way Riff's breath hitches in time with the hand working him.

The adrenaline from the show has long since been replaced, something entirely different rushing through Riff. Initially, Floyd was running hot, an impossible amount of degrees hot for a Pop Punk Troll. Now Riff feels like every single inch of his body is on fire, sparks bursting under his skin and barely appeased by the touch that Floyd is offering him.

He's ravenous, he barely registers himself as such with those softly spoken words worming into his brain. They're sugary sweet, probably because Floyd is Pop Punk, they make his brain feel full of cotton candy. All stuffed up and turning a blank whenever he tries to bring himself to beg louder so Floyd will hurry the fuck up and give him everything.

This should be reversed, deep in the roots of Riff's desperation he knows it should be the other way. That Floyd should be the one bitching and moaning and begging and pleading, but it isn't. No, Floyd is just barely edging Riff closer, holding onto him like he's a lifeline, nails digging into flesh. It's oddly euphoric, to be nearly torn into but not quite, to be nearly bit but not quite, it just shoots him into an entirely different state.

"C'mon sweetheart," Floyd urges quietly, words a snarl against Riff's ear, "You can cum for me."

He does nothing to shift his ministrations, nothing to speed up or slow down. Nothing at all aside from a tightening grip in Riff's hair, and apparently that's all it takes with the words to jolt him over the edge. His body jerks but Floyd holds him perfectly still, fangs still tracing over the crux of his throat, resting at his pulse. He doesn't let go even with the slick dripping down to his thighs, his breathing is labored yet quiet, a soft susurrus sound.

"Holy," Riff pauses to catch his breath, his entire body is shaking more than he thought possible, "Holy fuck."

"Ready for round two?" Floyd asked, already tracing along Riff's inner thigh expectantly.

Riff swallows thickly, "Round two?"

"I'm gonna be jacked up for a long time, Riff," Floyd purred, tapping his nails a little further up his boyfriends thigh, "If you need to get some water go ahead, but we'll be right back at it the second you enter this room."

Riff shudders at the snarled promise because he knows Floyd will go through.

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seungfl0wer · 2 years

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5,22 & 23 fluff with Minho please 🥺

Tysm for requesting this! Came out a lot longer but- I have such a soft spot for Lino😭 I just kept on writing lol.

(5 “I’m not going anywhere”22 “Cuddles solve everything”23 “Wow.. your lips are so soft”)

*Best Medicine*

-💙

You’ve been having a really rough day today. First it was dropping your breakfast before work then customers yelling at you. To top it all off you lost your bus ticket and ended up walking home. It was just one thing after another today, felt like the world was just out to get you. You sigh opening the door knowing the one and only person who could make it better was probably still at work.

As you open the door you could hear a tv on, you figured Minho left it on before leaving. You threw your shoes to the side making your way to the living room to turn it off. To your surprise there was your boyfriend, he was all snuggled up on the couch. You smiled so widely like a little kid getting their favorite candy.

You leaned down to kiss his forehead turning the tv off. He moved a bit opening an eye “hey I was watching that” you rolled you eyes playful “uh huh with your eyes closed?” You teased him “of course that’s what all the smart people do” you both laughed. “How was your day babe?” He asked sitting up on the couch. “Not well.” You said feeling all the emotions from today just hit you all at once. Before you knew it you had tears running down your face.

Minho pulled you into a hug rubbing your back “I’m sorry to hear that love, but hey you’re home now right?” He said whipping your tears away. You nodded “do you have to go back to work though?” You asked.

“Nope I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me the rest of the day!” He smiled giving your nose a small peck. “Really!” You said almost yelling which made him laugh a bit “yes really, and I got an idea I know how to solve all your problems for today” he said raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah what’s that?”

“Well did you know doctors prescribe cuddles when you’re not having a good day” he said. “Oh really” you played along “yes yes of course cuddles solve everything babe” he chuckled which in return made you laugh as well. “So come here and take your medicine” he said as he pulled you under the covers. You cuddled up to him immediately feeling all the stress from today almost just vanish. “Medicine helping at all?”

You nod “very much so those are some smart doctors” you both smiled “I think doctors also said kisses help too” you said giving him a pouty look “but no one has kissed me yet maybe that’s why I’m feeling a little down still”

“Hmm? Really now well I’ll have to fix that huh?” He said smiling leaning down to kiss you ever so lovingly.

His kisses were always so sweet, his lips felt almost like little pillows. When he pulled away he looked at you for a second staring into your eyes “wow.. your lips are really soft” he stuttered out “have you been using that new lip scrub I got you?” He asked but before he could let you answer he placed another kiss to those ever so soft lips of yours.

You felt your cheeks flush as so did his “really babe your lips feel like silk” he said placing his hand to your cheek. “I’m glad you like them so much” you teased a bit “but hey if we kiss to much I could get sick from all the medicine” you say with a giggle “oh no don’t worry this kinda medicine will just make you love sick” he joked kissing you softly again before pulling you as close as he could. “Let’s take a nap babe.” He said pulling the covers up over you both more “sounds like a plan” you said as you shut your eyes nuzzling your head into his chest.

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missingm1ssy · 4 months

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I open tumblr and I see this

GUYS HOW IN TF

#trolls viva #clay trolls #branch x poppy #doodle #queen barb #john dory trolls #trolls chaz #king trollex #fliff fanfic #trolls creek

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metalheads-trash-bin · 4 months

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Hello everyone! My name is Toby, I’m a beginner writer and love to make shit uber realistic for readers. Here’s all the info about my stuff!

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Key:

Ships

Notices

Warnings

Fandoms

Baseline importance

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So far I have three fanfics, a fourth is on the way.

All of my fics will be linked down below! They are wips, so please be patient. Each has their own schedule so make sure to read!

All fanfics will have nsfw, and I don’t mean the basic “stick penis in hole” shit. I mean detailed, loving, and non vanilla nsfw.

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TROLLS:

The first one is my all time fav: Fliff! It goes into Floyd’s trauma, his healing, and realistic dynamics between the characters. This fanfic will be updated twice a week, it used to be updated every day but that’s not survivable long term for me ^^

The second one is Breek! Creek is in no way infantilized in this fanfic. I look at things in a psychological aspect and make damn well sure he’s not babygirlified. This fic goes into Creek’s trauma, Branch’s trauma, allll the trauma, a bunch of healing, and a little bit of angst. It’s updated whenever I feel, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The third one is John Dory x Reader! In this it talks about JD’s trauma, some headcanons of his diagnostics, and a bunch of intimate stuff and heart to heart stuff. He is not glamorized in this fic, instead he’s recovering and in therapy. He also has a smallll teeny weeny alcohol issue, but he’s in therapy for that as well! The reader is a trans male, fat L if you can’t handle that. <3 It’s updated whenever I feel just like the Breek fic, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The fics are interconnected, so if you see a ship or lore that’s in one of them, assume it’ll be mentioned or involved in the other!

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CREEPYPASTA:

I am currently working on ideas for a rework of a Jeff x reader fic I read. It had a really nice plot but the execution was absolutely horrendous + it was abandoned. I’ll type more info as I update!

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Where else you can contact me or see my content:

Insta: _.metalheads.trash.bin._

Twitter: _mhs_trash_bin_

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And with that…

!!Release the hounds!!

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TROLLS:

Summary:

Floyd is forced into therapy after Branch takes him to his annual checkup since he's staying with him.

Branch's reason for sending him being that he notices Floyd's facade of "being fine" and totally not traumatized even toward a doctor. This leads to him sitting in therapy, which in turn gives him homework. Whats the first assignment you ask?

Making friends besides your brothers and Poppy.

Who better than Barb, the queen of rock, as a starting point??

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It was the last few weeks of fall, Branch heading to the forest to get the final harvest for the season. There were rumors of an animal lurking around the farm, he didn't realize that that animal was a familiar face.

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You're a metal/rock troll starting a new life in Pop Village. During one of your bonding activities with Branch, you notice a large creature in the meadow.

Why not pay the owner a visit??

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CREEPYPASTA:

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PS. I have a shit ton of playlists on Spotify of ships, characters, and more! Check em out down below~

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Enjoy! <3

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thefirstcourtesan · 1 year

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I think my favorite thing about fanfic is how it often completely flips the tone of the source material. Sitcom and Rom-Com fandoms can produce the darkest, angstiest fica while dark dramas or horror franchises can produce soft domestic fluff. And I love it.

#fanfic #this thoguht partially inspired by my daisy jones rabbit hole #and how much domewtic fliff there is

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brights-place · 3 months

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Hi! Could you do NSFW headcanons of Riff please?

Riff NSFW Headcannons୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Pairings: Barb X Reader Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, SFW A/N: RIFF IS EVERYTHING! I AM AN RIFF SIMP AND LOVER HE'S SO YVEHRaB PLUS THE FACT HIS VA IS PAVITR IN ATSV IS EVEN BETTER!

- I FUCKING LOVE RIFF! UGH HE IS SO FINE! Him and Clay are so EVRUIAIBHJES - Is an dom in bed but dosen't mind when you tie him up every now and then he just likes to be more dominant - Gentle Dom! but sometimes might be an Rough Dom! if he's annoyed which is rarely - Praise this man HELL DEGRADE HIM AND HE'LL BE AN MESS!! Do it All the time. - Tell him how good he’s doing, how sweet he is, how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks. -He’ll blush and duck his head, but he thrives onz your words as he hides his head in your shoulder moaning loudly - Hands on your ass, or thighs whenever he can be able to touch them - He’ll whine when you grab his jaw and make him look at you. - Dig your nails onto him and he'll be an mess - Make him repeat your praise back to you, make him say that he’s so pretty, that he’s such a good boy, make him say he’s yours and yours alone.

- What are his turn on’s? Biting, Kissing and marking, Bondadge, BDSM, and light touches on his skin

- What are his turn offs? talking about your ex regularly, Cheating, bad breath, blood play

- favorite positions are the slider, the lean in, the rocket, Reverse cowgirl, Missionary, Cowgirl and doggy - He's very vocal so you have to kiss him to shut him up as he rutts into you which is pulsing on his dick - When he has to masturbate if your not there he’s rougher with himself he’s full of desperation with how much he’s thinking about you, and he wants to take you right in his bed loving the idea of being naked around you when you’re not with him - He keeps thrusting hard while he’s cumming, grinding his hips against yours, milking every last drop of his orgasm

- He Cums a lot, like my god does it make for a great cream pie and he'd definitely just want to cum inside you whenever you let him

- His cum is like an thick milk white coat that he loves to see on your stomach, leave your holes, or on your face he dosent care he just loves to see it in you - His length is of 16 cm (6.3 in) and a girth of 12.2 cm (4.8 in) flaccid but when erected it would be an 16.51 cm(6.5in) when hard and the girth would stay the same

- If you ask him to man handle you or hurt you in the process of the doing the devils tango he would do it - He loves having control when you are doing so he likes stopping his movements on purpose just to hear you whine and beg for him to go back to railing you

- HE WOULD SUCK YOU OFF/ EAT YOU OUT IF YOU EVEN FIRST START YOUR SENTENCE “Hey Riff Can you- Ngh~!” He already started to eat you out/ suck you off in an second “Fuck You taste good” riff said his tongue lapping around your tip/folds

- Literally loves teasing you any chance he gets but would wanna be reassured every once in a while to make sure he’s not hurting you too bad and would make sure you feel alright and good

- Wouldn't mind fucking you in public places in secret for fun as he covers your mouth as he's balls deep into you - Makeout sessions backstages or some more STEAMY stuff going on before an concert - Sticks his tongue out drooling as he bends you over his tail smacking the floor many times happily as you are doing the devils tango backstage

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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