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mmodiately · 4 months

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YUMMYOYUMM

I can't do not show it, it's too amazing ship💔

#floyd #trolls #riff #fliff #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls fandom #PPST #RIFF DOESN'T COVER ANYTHING

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thebeddrawer · 1 month

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Riff would wake up remembering that he did not do an assignment that was assigned to him and it will be due today

It’s worse when it’s exams season

#riff trolls #dreamworks trolls #fliff trolls #floyd trolls #fliff #riff x floyd #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls fandom #trolls

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sapphirepatch · 2 months

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| @ssippingwaterfalls | @tacomesacuadra |

🌺🍇 ︴Thought these two requests would look better together! This was a great excuse to put Floyd in a dress thank you <33 I think Riff hates any sort of formal event, he needed to be bribed before he finally agreed to go

#trolls floyd #floyd trolls #fliff #fliff trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fanart #trolls band together #brozone #trolls 3 #request #my art

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flowersandbigteeth · 4 months

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Your orc husband comes to fetch you

A little thing to start 2024. I've gotten lots of requests for more orcs ^_^

General Plot: Your husband finds out you've been injured in battle and comes to fetch you.

Orc (Reven) x GN reader

Word count: 1K-ish

More SFW fics

TW: Mention of amputation, mention of break up, hurt comfort, sfw fluff, size difference

“Heard the news?” Reven’s client asked, a brave move considering the razor at his throat.

Skilled fingers never wavering as he drew the blade across his client's chin, he let out a bored grunt, focused on his task.

“There’s rarely any news that hasn't made it through the shop.”

His client’s eyes twinkled, eager to share some gossip.

“They say the Dragon Slayer is retiring.”

Reven’s graceful stroke paused, and he pulled his hand back before he sliced the man's cheek.

“Oh? I thought they’d never give up their crusade.”

“Word is the crusade is over. The dragons pillaging Walker’s Keep are dead. The slayer killed them all.”

Reven took a deep breath before asking his next question.

“Will they be returning to their homeland?”

The client snorted.

“If they ever leave the hospital. They were gravely wounded in the final battle. Thank the Goddess the dragon’s gone, they won't be doing much-”

The razor clattered to the floor with a metallic clang, and Reven’s feet carried him out the front door of his barbershop without a word to the half-shaved client sitting in his chair.

He left his crinkled apron in the dirt as he mounted his horse and steered her towards the road to Walker’s Keep.

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“Come on hero, eat a little,” one of the nurses at the clinic urged you, holding up a spoon of oatmeal.

You waved it away with your remaining hand, your face a miserable, twisted version of itself.

She huffed, getting annoyed.

“You haven't eaten in three days! It's only a hand. Some of the people here have lost brain matter, their genitals…You've already killed the dragons. You don't need-”

A clamor outside the door of your hospital room cut off her little tirade.

An orderly’s deep voice drifted through the door.

“Sir! Only family can-”

“I am family, dammit. I'm their husband!”

Reven’s familiar baritone made your heart flutter. Still, you were afraid. It had been so long since you'd seen one another. Three years and you hadn't parted on a happy note.

The door flew open, and there he was, his massive shoulders filling the frame, emerald green skin as rich as you remembered it. He’d changed his hair, no longer cropped around his ears, but long hanging in a thick ponytail over his shoulders.

He tipped his head to enter the room, dark eyes on you, and his lips twisted around his tusks in an expression you remembered as annoyance.

“Get out,” he barked at the nurse, and she shuffled past him without question.

Your voice was only a murmur.

“You came.”

“Of course, I came. I would have come sooner, but someone failed to send their spouse a note mentioning they’d lost their hand!”

Your eyes dipped, full of shame.

You'd left Reven on a cold December night. He'd begged you not to go, cried, yelled, and made you a million promises if you'd just let someone else handle the mission. But no, you had to be a hero, and look what that brought you. You were broken and useless, alone in a hospital bed.

“Stop thinking so hard,” he muttered, chestnut eyes roving over you, ever analytical.

He crossed the room and plopped down on the bed, holding his hand out.

“What?” you asked.

“Let me see it.”

You stretched your bandaged stump to him, and he fingered it gingerly. For an Orc he had nimble fingers honed by years as a barber.

“Bah…Just a scratch.”

He gently placed it in his lap, twisting his body so the two of you were face to face.

“It's my sword hand. I'll never kill another dragon.”

His head tipped to the side.

“I've heard the dragons are dead.”

“They are, but-”

“But nothing. You accomplished your mission…sacrificed for the kingdom…It's time to come home.”

You blinked at him, tears burning the backs of your eyes.

“You want me to come home? I'm…I'm useless.”

He chuckled.

“Nothing's changed without your hand. You've never been good at anything but killing.”

“Swordsmanship was my only skill.”

“A stupid one.”

His lips twisted around his tusks again, but this time with amusement. Large fingers slipped over your cheek, and he pulled your head to him, brushing his lips over yours. His scent and taste were so familiar. It was as if you'd been holding your breath the three years you'd been gone and could finally get some oxygen. When he pulled back, he looked down at you, expression solemn.

“I wrote you letters. You never wrote back. Did you toss them all out?”

You shook your head, trying to hold the tears back. The Dragon Slayer crying was embarrassing. You nodded to the small chest where the nurses had placed your belongings.

Reven crossed the room, opening the box and pulling out a stack of letters tied with a green ribbon you’d come across.

“I didn’t know what to say. I felt…guilty…I guess.”

He tossed them on your lap, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Hello. I love you, would have sufficed.”

“I’m sorry, Reven. I left and ruined myself when I could have been home with you. I could have been happy.”

“You killed the dragons, accomplished your goal…You aren’t happy?”

“It feels emptier than I thought it would. I left you alone. Anything could have happened to you, and I would have lost my chance to see you again.”

He chuckled.

“I’m not helpless.”

“I left you alone. It’s unforgivable.”

“That’s for me to decide.”

You looked up at him, searching his eyes.

“You’d forgive me? I don’t deserve it. I got hurt. You told me this would happen, and I didn’t listen. Now I’m just a burden and a fool.”

He sighed and pushed you to the side, sliding into bed with you before pulling you back into his lap. His nose grazed the column of your neck, and you felt him breathe in your scent.

“Maybe a fool, but never a burden, and being foolish doesn’t make you unlovable. I missed you (Y/N).”

“I missed you, too.”

“You weren’t the only fool.”

“You started dating another bloodthirsty idiot while I was away?”

“I should have come with you. I was angry at you, but that didn’t last long. Then I was bitter you hadn’t asked me to join you, and I didn’t insist.”

“Kharma caught up to me.”

“If you hadn’t lost your hand, would you still be gallivanting over the countryside fighting monsters?”

“Probably.”

He buried his face in your neck, and you felt the slight wetness of tears against your skin.

“I don’t think it was Kharma…I think it was Fate.”

“Fate?”

“Fate spared two idiots unwilling to budge.”

You sat on those words for a few minutes, the heat of Reven’s body seeping into your bones. You could never quite get warm the entire time you’d been gone, no matter how many furs you donned. You always felt cold, even with the heat of the dragon’s flame singing the tips of your eyelashes.

“Don’t leave again,” he whispered.

“It wasn’t worth it. I’d read and reread your letters all those lonely nights, wishing I had the strength to abandon my quest and return. I was afraid…I’ve never been afraid before. I’ve killed monsters my whole life and never felt fear, but the thought that you might reject me if I walked through those doors…that I’d come home to find some other lover warming your bed…our home…”

You felt Reven smile into your skin.

“There aren’t too many half-feral sword-wielding jocks roaming around Elderoak. That’s what I go for.”

“Thank you for coming to get me, Reven.”

“I should have come sooner.”

“I wouldn’t have listened.”

“I’m bigger than you. I should have thrown you over my shoulder and taken you home.”

“And now…?”

“You could walk…or I could throw you over my shoulder anyway if you like that sort of thing.”

You twisted your body to snuggle deeper into Reven’s arms. You finally felt warm for the first time in three years.

“Did the doctor clear you to leave?”

“They’ve done all they can…they were waiting on me to eat.”

You felt his chest shudder as he chuckled.

“You don’t want cold hospital gruel? Spoiled.”

“Not spoiled enough. I miss your cooking. I want to go home.”

He hopped to his feet, making you jump as he hoisted you princess-style into his arms.

“I’ll come back for your things,” he promised as he carried you out the door.

“Forget about it…It’s just armor and weapons I don’t need anymore. The letters are the only things I want to keep.”

“Are you sure? They’re a little sad. I missed you so badly…I whined more than anything.”

“I want them to…remember how unfair it was…everything I put you through to stroke my own pride.”

He lifted you up to his lips to press a heavy kiss into your forehead.

“Even if you forget, I’ll make you remember. You left, but I let you go. I’m sorry for that (Y/N).”

“Then we’re both sorry.”

Your stomach grumbled loudly, and Reven laughed again.

“Sorry and hungry. Think you can get down some tavern food? It’s not my cooking, but you can’t wait to eat until we get back to Elderoak.”

You looked up at him, cupping his thick jaw with your remaining hand.

“In your company, it’s just as good.”

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r0sy-maple-m0th · 2 months

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cozy fliff

took longer than i expected, i got sidetracked but anyways here is the drawing as promised!

honestly i dont have a solid reason as to why riff is wearing sanrio pjs but he looks iconic imo soooo 💞💞

maybe barb bought him them as a gag gift but he keeps them cause 1. hes a little cutie patootie pocket sized pookie in them (floyd said he looked nice & he agrees) and 2. theyre incredibly comfortable

#my boys<3 #theyre so silly #i want to practice more dynamic poses #but this works for now #i like it #do trolls have phones??#prolly not but for the sake of the drawing floyd does #fliff trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fanart #fliff #riff trolls #floyd trolls

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geelk · 4 months

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Trolls has a chokehold on me and this has become a favorite ship 💕

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls floyd #trolls world tour #trolls riff #riff x floyd #floyd x riff #fliff #fliff trolls

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thew4nder3r · 11 months

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I don't know why but i just think about Miguel with a latina girlfriend but not just any latina. A mexican girl. And a lil something about us mexican girl is that we only take shit from two men. Our fathers and god. No else. 💁🏽‍♀️

He hates how much of a chokehold you have on him.

i mean, he's the leader of the whole ass spider organization but the second he sees you mumbling in spanish oh god this man's never experienced this much fear.

one day, he had sent you on a mission to another universe and you came back soaked in rain and pissed off.

"How was it- oh shit." He quickly shut up when he saw your angry face.

"oh it went amazing." You yank your mask off and throw it to god knows where.

"Miguel i swear to fucking god the next time you send me on a mission and i come back soaking wet i WILL SNAP YOUR NECK." he knew you didn't mean it but the way you got in his face and on the tips of your toes as you yelled made his body tense.

"Su puta madre me voy a regresar a mi universo y quedarme con mi papá por que con una CHINGADA YA ME HARTE DE ANDAR PERSIGUIENDO PINCHES GENTE POR CIUDADES QUE NI CONOZCO!" You screamed and ranted about how much you hated chasing people around 24/7. "Tiene hambre mi chiquita?" God that nickname it made you melt.

"yea...very hungry." You stand up from the couch, grabbing your hair and pushing it behind you.

"I made soup." "Congrats. You didn't burn the house down." You joke and he playfully pushes your shoulder.

"How was the mission?" He asked, sitting next to you. "You were gone for a while."

you sigh. "It was okay, supongo. We caught who we needed to catch but then the rain started pouring and now i look like a soaked cat."

he grabs your hair, pulling it into a low ponytail. "So it doesn't irritate mi princesa."

How does he do this? Every time you're in a bad mood, he always makes you feel better. "Thanks." You smile. "Am i crazy or is your skin darker than last week?" You laugh. "Don't you like my skin? Or would you prefer a blonde chic who can't go outside without getting a sunburn?" You smirk at him. He comes closer to you, kissing your jawline. "I like your skin like this. Mi morenita~" you giggle. You lean in to kiss his lips but stop only an inch away from him. "I missed you..."

He HATES how everyone makes fun of him.

Lyla always tells him how "he's the boss but she's the mastermind."

One time, Hobby had gotten on his nerves and he had started to go off on him until he felt your hand on his shoulder.

"miguel. No seas grosero." Everyone went silent. Expecting Miguel to start fuming. How DARE anyone tell him what to do?!

"Fine." Everyone was so confused. "Did she?" "Yep."

"what the hell are all of you looking at?! GET OUT!!" Ahh there he is.

Once everyone had left, he pressed his body against yours and hid his face in your neck. "God i hate that kid." You laughed at how exhausted he sounded.

okay. Now we're getting into the smut part of it. So yea. 🧍‍♀️💦

God this man.

he's fucking animalistic.

"Hmm yea you like this don't you? Ohh yea cum for papi. Cum on papi's dick."

woof woof bark 😫💦

he likes when you're a brat but he'll never admit it.

"Maldita niña malcriada. What would your father think, hmm? Seeing your boyfriend fuck the brat outta you?"

He'll wrap his hand around your neck and push you deeper into the pillows of your shared bed.

He looks all high and mighty but he will melt the moment you push him down onto his chair and straddle his lap.

"Ohh yea. Muy bien chiquita." He's got a firm grip on your hips as he stares at the place where your bodies met.

he loved seeing how face contort in please. Your wavy dark hair cascading down your shoulders as you bounced on his dick.

"You like bouncing on my dick, corazón? Yea yea you do, pretty girl. Keep bouncing just like that." His praises made you clench around him causing him to let out a whimper.

this man can eat me for breakfast lunch and dinner 😘

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #Smut #fliff #spiderman 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #spiderverse #oh my fuck #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman smut #spiderman x you #yummy

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metalheads-trash-bin · 3 months

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!!WAPOW!!

I love gay men especially that metal fuck he makes me UGHHHH

This issss another scene from my fliff fanfic! Enjoy a taste of what’s to come <3

Fun fact: the image on the computer is my Fliff playlist on spotify!

Read the fic below!!

See this shit in HD on my insta: _.metalheads.trash.bin._!!

I want Riff sloppy style right on that bed-

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ohposhers · 4 months

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My buddies and I were talking about Barb getting Floyd to sing raunchy Nine Inch Nails songs and I had to make it happen </3 They're JUST lyrics BUT I wanted to be safe anyway so I censored them eee sorry guys cant be too careful on tumblr The songs in order are Closer, Big Man with a Gun, and The Collector!

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls world tour #floyd trolls #barb trolls #riff trolls #fliff trolls #fliff #my art #if you dm me i can give you the uncensored images #blame poppy for censoring it not me idk #i love you trent reznor and your homoerotic lyrics

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mmodiately · 4 months

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I think the dessert is worth the wait;D

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It seems to me that Riff's hair is curling or I can't draw:0

I'm so glad I finished this task, even if it's a bit late)

#trolls #trolls 3 #fliff #floyd #riff #trolls movie #trolls fandom #dreamworks trolls #fliff trolls

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thebeddrawer · 2 months

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WHY IS WRITING A FLIFF SO FUCKING HARD

IS IT TO MUCH TO ASK

#riff trolls #dreamworks trolls #fliff trolls #floyd trolls #trolls band together #trolls fandom #fliff #riff x floyd #trolls 3 #trolls

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sapphirepatch · 3 months

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🌊Floyd in Troye Sivan Outfits!

Riff who has never dressed up in his life and Floyd who has already been taken on many expensive dates

🐬 For @calebxv ! //srry for the wait i didn't expect it to take so long, my 9 to 5 job sucks the life out of me, but tysm for sending the asks i had a lot of fun w these! :D//