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For now we have a nice sfw, nsfw, repeat pattern going on. idk how long its going to last but i like it.
You woke up hot.
That was your only thought as you crawled your way out of your dreams, groaning at the overbearing heat encasing you and trying to blindly wrestle out of your sheets. It took a snort against your hair for you to realize you had no sheets, or bed for that matter. A piglin had offered himself as your bed beneath you, flat on his back and still lightly snoring as you pushed yourself up, catching the attention of one of the piglins at your side. Tusk, you remembered distantly, used his arm around your waist to pull you into his chest, soft snout snuffling over your cheeks and forehead… checking for something? Cleaning you? Whatever he was trying to do, the skin contact with the hot-blooded man was simply too much and you gently pushed him off of you.
“It’s too hot,” you weakly mumbled to try and ease his look of heartbreak, still trying to wake up. “I’m burning up.” It occurred to you that they still didn’t speak your language as he simply tilted his head at you, so you made a show of fanning yourself with your hands. “Too hot.” You jumped as another snout pressed between your shoulder blades, snuffling across them as his tongue rolled out to lick across your salty skin. You could feel the light sting as he found the various bites they left on you last night, lapping across them methodically. “No, it’s too hot,” you huffed, trying to get them to understand as you pushed Bow away, too. He startled you with a growl, pushing past your hand to continue licking your wounds. “Alright, noted, you keep doing that, then.”
Tusk chirped and grunted over your head, Bow tossing a few lazy grunts back as he cleaned the small scrapes and punctures they’d given you, leaving you awkwardly sitting there, feeling a bit like a kitten getting its bath. Bow finally seemed to deem his job done, laying his head on your shoulder to continue talking with Tusk, occasionally turning his head to nuzzle your cheek. “Uh, well, guys, I really think I should be going…” They blinked at you, ears perking as they seemed to try to decipher your language. “Uh, I- me,” you said, pointing to yourself, “go home,” you finished, pointing out the doorway. Boy, you hoped you could find your way out of the bastion…
Tusk chirped, wrapping his arms around your waist again and standing up with you. “Whoa- alright, buddy-” He adjusted his hold on you to carry you bridal style, happily snorting against your hair as he carried you off, walking like a man on a mission. “Okay, we’re moving- you know I can walk on my own.” Bow snorted as if laughing behind you as Tusk took you out of the room, navigating the dark halls of the bastion with purpose. You tried to keep track of what turns he took just in case you had to make it back yourself, but everything was built from the same dark stone that blended together like an optical illusion, hiding the halls until you were right up on them.
You finally came out into a large room with a fire pit in the middle, several piglins attending to the large hoglin on the spit. You were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were still naked as a few of them perked up at your entrance, but you were even more aware of the rumbling of your stomach as the savory smell of the roasting hoglin reached your nose. Tusk spoke briefly to the apparent cooks until one of them placed a large black cauldron over the fire, stirring the stew inside as they waited for it to warm. Tusk took a seat, setting you on one thick thigh and entertaining himself with your hair. “Uh, Tusk, can-” you mentally scolded yourself for forgetting again that they didn’t speak your language- they weren’t even your species but they were just so… caring. Everything your lovers had done for you had the same amount of thoughtfulness behind it as a human partner- you could even argue more. “Clothes,” you muttered distractedly, tugging at his loincloth and motioning towards your bare body. “I need my clothes.”
You thought you’d finally made some progress as he grunted over your head to a piglin behind you, then he was dressing you like a doll in your very own leather tunic to match theirs. “Kind of- okay, that works,” you decided as another piglin stepped forward, offering you a wooden bowl of steaming hot stew. “Oh- thank you.” Tusk chirped against your hair happily, deeming your needs met. All the piglins cast you curious looks as you ate, but being on Tusk’s lap seemed to grant you a sort of immunity from being chased out of the bastion like in the books you read. You’d even go so far as to say they were treating you like you belonged there…
The stew was surprisingly delicious, different mushrooms and what you presumed to be hoglin meat together in a savory broth. The hot food was strangely pleasant even in the heat of the Nether, and you scraped your bowl clean before leaning into Tusk’s embrace. He seemed thrilled that you’d eaten so much, nuzzling his soft snout against your cheek as he took the dishes from you. “Yeah, it was good, but I need to go,” you muttered, not really meaning your words as he brought a clawed hand up to rub your tummy. Did you really have to go? It felt like something you were just supposed to say, like ‘how are you’ or ‘it was nice to see you again’. You had a farm back home, and a fishing hut, and an enchantment table… but you built all that. You built it from scratch once, surely you could do it again. Maybe this was a temporary thing, maybe piglins only mated with a single partner for a week, or maybe your dna wasn’t compatible and once they realized you couldn’t give them children they’d run you out, but right now…
Right now Tusk was holding you snug to his chest, entranced with the feeling of your soft hair against his cheek as Scar and Bow entered the room and came straight for you, crowding around Tusk to get some skin ship without outright stealing you.
How long you gonna hold the piglin fic out on us??
yk what, fuck you *unsmuts your piglin fic*
I had to delete at least a dozen asks for when the piglin fic will be posted so here's part 1, completely sfw :) you all could've had it twice as long with porn but ya got greedy /lh
You were never the kind of person to half-ass anything. That’s why when you read that you could win the Piglins’ favor by wearing a piece of gold armor, you instantly crafted an entire set. If one piece makes them like you, then with four you should be able to get the best deals while trading, right?
There was a bastion within sight of your portal and you happily made your way over with your backpack of gold, hoping for some pearls so you could put off enderman hunting. You thought you’d have to go searching for someone to trade with, but a handful surrounded you quickly, peering curiously at your flashy armor. “Well hello to you, too,” you sang, offering an ingot to the one in front of you.
He practically preened at the gold, studying it in his hands as you passed some out to the others and when you turned back he pushed 8 pieces of soul sand into your hands. For the next few minutes you were the center of a trading frenzy, barely getting the gold out of your hands in time to take the items. They seemed to take notice of which items thrilled you and which you took with a grumble and soon they were giving you more pearls and fire charges than you knew what to do with.
You eagerly filled your backpack with goodies, startling when one of the piglins shoved their axe in your face. At first you prepared to run, thinking you’d overstayed your welcome, but another piglin elbowed the first aside and pushed his unloaded crossbow towards you instead. You curiously watched as the two got into a shoving match and backed away from the group. They both discarded their weapons and started wrestling, hooved feet digging into the netherrack as they grappled. You backed up cautiously but tensed as you backed straight into another piglin’s chest. He gave a rumbling grunt from deep within his chest and leaned into you, pressing his snout to your hair and huffing like he was taking in your scent. Another pulled his eyes away from the battle before him and noticed, grunting and pressing himself against your side to begin sniffing your hair as well. As a third piglin pressed against your other side you were reminded of a crucial fact that you’d somehow forgotten when they were all clustered around you like eager puppies wanting treats.
Piglins are six foot tall walls of muscle with sharp tusks and an instinct to kill anything they deem a threat- especially to their home.
You tried to gently pull away from the piglins scenting you and they pulled their snouts out of your hair just enough to grunt curiously at you. The ones at your sides were loosely holding your wrists and the one behind you had his clawed hands on your waist, but surprisingly they all let go as you took a step forward. “Uh, alright, fellas, I think it’s about time for me to head home,” you nervously told them, not sure if they could even understand you. The one behind you pressed forward to sniff your hair again and the ones at your side offered you their weapons just like the two fighting did.
Instead of brawling like the other two, though, they simply stared at you expectantly. “I-I don’t have any gold left, guys…” They nudged their weapons towards you again- were they flexing? You tried to ignore the way their muscles seemed to bulge, shiny with sweat from the harsh heat of the Nether. Between their ripped off sleeves and their snug tunics, your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to their chiseled bodies. Maybe it’d been a little too long since you had some company…
“Okay, thank you,” you decided as you snapped yourself out of your stupor and took both axes. They seemed to grunt surprisedly at you, looking between each other and you. The one behind you seemed shocked as well and his arm came around you to present his own crossbow. “Okay, yes, I’ll take yours, too.” You added the crossbow to your armful of weapons and almost dropped them all at the choir of happy squeals from all three.
The two took the weapons out of your arms and placed them gingerly on the ground while the one behind you started tugging on your golden trousers. “H-Hey! Wha- I know they’re gold, but- nng!” One of the piglins leaned down and took the skin of your neck between his teeth, leaving gentle nips all along the column. His lips felt surprisingly soft on your neck as he sucked just before pulling away, moving barely half an inch to the side and making another mark. His tusks brushed your skin but so far he seemed careful not to hurt you with them.
You faltered at that, realising they were being shockingly gentle with you even through their obviously sexual intents. Almost like they weren’t looking for a quick fuck, but instead a… mate. You tried to remember all you’d read about Piglins as the one marking you found a spot on your jaw that made you whimper and focused his efforts there. You recalled a mention of Piglins spotted giving gifts and wrestling to show off for prospective mates as a form of courtship. Your eyes drifted between the pile of weapons and the two still brawling.
...Fuck. You just accepted multiple Piglins’ courtship.
SFW requests will be answered on @silly-mouse and reblogged here unless they are part of a series
General
NSFW: mcyt smut, smut, nsfw
SFW: fluff
Content: squeakin
Anon interactions: anonymouse
Personal/Announcements: mouse-squeaks
Chain posts: chainpostsqueaks
Kinks/Series/Content Warnings
Stepcest: whatreyoudoingstepbro
Demon!Dream Team: demonteam
Dream Team cumdump series: liveinwhore
Dubcon: tw: questionable consent
Country Club au: theclub
Feederism: tw: feederism
Age Regression: tw: agere
Characters
If you see anyone on this list who is uncomfortable with fanfiction being written about them or their characters kindly send me the clip or screenshot of them saying so and I'll take down my works involving them
with 3 series' on the blog now (demonteam, liveinwhore, and The Piglin Fic [which is now the official name bc fuck you thats funny]) feel free to lmk if yall want me to make a tag list for them so you're alerted when they get a new part :)
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