Mainly Angor and Bular, possibly Jim and if asked I will do other. Requests are open. How ever this does not mean that every request will be fulfilled. I hope you all enjoy. Feel free to read my other one shot thing on transformers. The more views a...
Just cause imma terrible child that will cringe every time I look at this... Yay.... Here it is. Ugh.
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"Can I braid your hair?" You ask, as the large black troll approaches you. He stops and looks at you in shock and confusion.
"What?" He asked.
You smile nervously, looking up at him as you were on the cold ground of the darklands. "Can I braid your hair?" You ask again, feeling a bit of sweat drip down your forehead.
You admitted that the troll was large and intimidating, but you thought to yourself about how much you loved braiding hair and his was long and perfect for doing a french braid.
"Are you not frightened?" He growled.
"I-I am... but.... Your hair is... long and, looks perfect for braiding." You chuckle nervously.
Gunmar growls before returning to his throne, loosing his appetite. He couldn't eat such a cute creature that took her desire to create something over fearing for her life. "Take her back to the cells!" He yelled to his solders.
Two gumm-gumms came up to you and one grabbed your arms and took you to the cells. You went willingly, for some odd reason. They tossed you into the cells and you sat there quietly. You took some of your hair in your hands and began to braid it. You did several different styles and finally stopped with a four strand braid, laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling.
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You were bored. Super bored. You soon fell asleep but woke up back in front of Gunmars throne. You looked up to him, confused, before you smiled. "Uh... Hi..." You said.
He couldn't help but smile at you, soon catching himself keeping a flat face.
"Uh... Whats up?" You asked in a slightly crispy (Cringey) way.
He chuckled without thinking before sighing. "Come closer Human." He said.
You nodded walking to the bottom of the stairs. "Come. Don't be scared. Closer." He said. You felt a slight heat in your cheeks and you went closer, around halfway up the stairs. "Closer."
You were soon standing in front of him as he sat on his throne, feeling slightly intimidated. He soon reached for you and you flinched, closing your eyes. That was, until you felt him touch your hair. You opened your eyes and noticed he was looking at your braided hair.
You felt a slight heat in your cheeks, slightly embarrassed. It wasn't you best job on the four strand braid and it was slightly messy. Gunmar looked at it, curiously, before smiling. "How elegant." He said.
"Th-thank you... I-its not my best work, but... I tried." You smiled nervously back at him. You then look around and noticed that there were no guards around and you became curious.
"Um... Where is everyone?" You ask.
"Nowhere that concerns you, human." He said with a surprising amount of softness in his voice. It sent small shivers down your spine, but you just shrugged it off.
"You asked to braid my hair." He reminded you.
You blush of embarrassment again. "Y-ya... I uh... I did..." You chuckle nervously rubbing the back of your neck.
"Would you still like to?" He asked. Your eyes open wide and your face turns red.
"S-sure... If... If I may...." You said looking down.
The troll laughed lightly before grabbing your hips and lifting you onto his back, allowing you to get a better look at his black mane. You were as red as a cherry now, thinking of what braid to use. You decided on just staying with a simple french braid.
It took you several minutes to finish, but when you were, you were back to normal. You forgot about the fact you were practically kneeling on Gunmars back. "There!" You smiled, jumping down.
The large black troll nodded, looking to you. You stood by the side of his throne admiring your work, while he smiled at you. You didn't even notice it.
"Come here Human." He said. When he did you slightly jumped forgetting that he was there.
"Oh... Okay..." you say standing in front of him.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"(Y/N)." You smiled nervously.
"(Y/N)." He said testing it out. "Lovely name." You blushed at his compliment. "Well, (Y/N) you may call me Gunmar." He said holding out his hand.
You thought it was he was reaching for a handshake, so you took his hand. What you didn't expect was for him to pull you onto his lap. You began to blush more, looking away from him. The black troll chuckled lightly at your flushed face, before he licked your cheek.
(Kill me now plz. Idk why I'm going further but here we go. This may turn into a lemon, just a forewarning.)
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(And yes, no one asked me to write this, I was just wing it and this is whats happening.)
You felt his saliva rest on your cheek, and you turn every colour of red. "Wh-what are you doing?" You asked, shaking a little.
He chuckled darkly and the shiver rand down your spine again. "You're trembling." He smiled slyly. You became more flustered and began to stutter more.
"W-w-well... Y-you... I-I-I.... I." You began until you were cut off by him licking you again but slower, and along your jaw line.
You bit your tongue, squeaking a little. You shook a little more, getting shivers. You couldn't move continuing to sit on his lap. He continued to lick you, moving to your neck. You then felt something under your thighs.
You squeaked and squirmed off of it, and he chuckled holding you, standing up and placing you on his throne. It was surprisingly warm, which made you more uncomfortable. He smiled leaning over you and licking down your neck moving your shirt.
"G-Gunmar... P-please stop." You said, crying slightly.
"Shh. You don't really want me to stop (Y/N)." He smiled, moving your shirt up to your shoulders. He then licked between your cleavage, causing you to let out the smallest moan. This made the troll chuckle as he continued to lick down your belly and to your pant line.
"S-stop! Please!" You said in a slightly begging way.
"Beg." He smiled tucking a finger under the lip of your pants.
"P-please! Please don't! I don't want to." You cried, tears running down your face.
He saw your discomfort and sadness and he stopped. He couldn't do that you you. He stood up and backed off allowing you to pull your shirt down. You curled up in a ball with tears streaming down your face.
He sighed, picking you up and holding you close to his chest. "I'm sorry." He said sitting back down and gently stroking your hair.
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Hallelujah!!! It didn't turn to a lemon... Kind of. Hope you like it cause its probably the last time I'm doing anything like this. And please. Criticize this chapter.
