#But yesss They’d pretty much all be happy

[chaosduckies]

Time for the opposite how would your giant and shifter characters react if one day they woke up as humans?

Of course there’s definitely gotta be a swap!! This wouldn’t be complete without it! :D (under the cut cause it’s a little long-)

Ryker would be so incredibly happy cause now he can do whatever he wants with Nathan without having to worry about hurting or scaring him! He’d definitely ask for Nathan to bake him things (and of course he’d happily agree) and basically cure how touch starved he is- With Nathan being a human he can’t exactly give Ryker the same amount of company, but if they’re both human they can! Ryker would still of course be in charge of his siblings, but he wouldnt be afraid whatsoever, even though he’d definitely get teased by Dylan and Jasmine. But otherwise Ryker would be happy, although being a giant does have its own advantages…

Cas would be so unbelievably happy. He wouldn’t have to worry about hurting anyone when he gets overwhelmed, he could be with his family again, do what he wants to do instead of having to ask permission for everything. He could even have normal friendships without the other person being terrified! He wouldn’t waste a single moment either!

Now if Dylan were to randomly turn into a human, the amount of teasing he would endure is insane. He’d probably only be freaking out just mildly because now everything is so big to him, but otherwise that would be it. Everyone would be teasing him for it though since he absolutely loves to make fun of Lucky for being so tiny, and now that he’s tiny- oh boy. He’d be in for a rude awakening then! And of course everyone would take care of him as always, no harm done! Thank you for the ask anon! :D

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, pet play, collaring, degradation, Daddy kink, hints of abuse

gn reader

Thinking about being an older guy’s pleasure pet… 

He sits down with a labored huff, manspreading widely with his cock hanging freely between his thick thighs. It’s too heavy to stand on its own – chubby and veined from hilt to bulbous tip, dripping white coins on the floor.

He pets the bed next to him, curling his finger at you, beckoning you to crawl over with a gentle smile as he tells you it’s time for your midnight feeding.

You obey, coming to kneel before him, letting his large hand cup your whole face in a warm and calloused hand. 

“Open up, baby.” He hums, and you drop your jaw to receive the slow drop of spit he lets go into your mouth – it’s thick on your tongue, sliding slowly down your throat with a taste of scotch and tobacco.

It takes everything in you not to gag – but you know a slap from his hand is enough to pop your lip and make your jaw feel broken – so you swallow with a happy sigh as if it were delicious. 

“Good baby~” He praises, pinching your cheek softly while picking up your leash in the other hand – tugging it just a bit to pull you closer until you’re smothered in his fat manhood.

His strong thighs are spread just wide enough to allow you to fit between them and just close enough to still hug and nestle your head snugly. He lays the length of his cock on top of you, awing at the sight while measuring it with your sweet face.

“Begin.” He’ll say – his lazy gaze heavy with heat, hooded and soaked with enjoyment as he watches you wet your lips before kissing his weighty set of balls, his precum sticking to you in pretty pearl necklaces.

He’ll groan loudly, keeping his eyes on yours and how big and pretty they are, looking up at him so submissively while he tangles his hand in your hair – promptly angling your pretty face up and down his shaft.

“I want your tongue, baby.” He might say if you waste his time. Giving your collar a lax pull and your scalp an eager tug, prompting you to finally taste that thick heated mess you’ve made – pilling from his dickhole – shuddering with his head thrown back as you clean it with a sweet kitten lick. “Yesss, baby- drink Daddy’s milk~”

He’ll lock his hairy thighs around your face – keep you there – wearing your throat like a sleeve with your nose buried in his belly chub – with no air – just the intimacy of his heavy leer, endeared by the sight of your pretty eyes welling with tears as you try your best to please him – sucking and hallowing your cheeks, moaning to show him how much you enjoy it. 

When he finally cums, his broad chest heaving in an arch and a loud moan of your name, he’ll tug his cock against your face, with his leaky tip slapping your tongue and his balls swinging against your chin before spurting his batter right into your gaping mouth. Shuddering from the bliss of it when painting your face in the white thickness.

When finished, he’ll sigh happily – his head lolling back, slanted to the side while looking down at you with a peaceful smile on his lips. “Thank you, Baby~ I needed that. My balls were so full I thought they’d explode. But you drank it all like a good cum-junkie should, didn’t you?” He coos proudly, petting your hair slowly – still with his softening cock resting on your face – looking so cute, all dewy with sweat and cum – his thick thighs cradling you just lax enough to allow you to pant for air again. “For your reward, I’ll let you pick which hole I stuff first in the morning~” 

He enjoys the sweet curl his promise elicits between your brows. Makes him want to sit on top of you and fuck the pretty expression for another hour.

But it’s getting late.

“For now- clean me up so we can go to bed, baby~”

BNHA – Enji, Aizawa, Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima

JJK – Nanami, Geto, Toji, Kenjaku

AOT – Erwin, Zeke

[vintagepresley]

AND HE SQUEEZES HER TITS AND HER NIPPLES “Look at how pretty ‘er tits are.” AND MAYBE LIKE A LIL BREEDING/LACTATING KINK “Imagine how much nicer they’d look full o’ milk. ‘er belly swollen with ma baby…” and she when she stops riding him cause she’s embarrassed “C’mon doll, don’t be embarrassed. They love ya, look.” AND HE POINTS TO THE BOYS JERKING OFF DJWKDJ

STOP OMG NOW I DEFINITELY NEED THIS BRINGING IN THE BREEDING KINK AND NURSING. YESSS SHE WOULD BE SO SHY AND EMBARRASSED. But he just keeps telling her how much they all love her. “Don’t ya wanna make ‘em happy, doll? Keep ridin’ me, baby.” 😩

[tooxldtorememxer]

“Oh please,” he rolled his eyes playfully at him. “Why would I need to be jealous when I’m doing mighty fine my own way,” he grinned. Ifrit was pretty easy and laid back in that question. Sure, he might not have as wide a selection as Aether might have here but he had his flirts, and he had his flings and he was more than happy with that. It wasn’t a competition and he was just happy others got to be happy too.

“Yesss!” he fistbumped in the air as he got up. “Okay, okay so… well… Okay I’ll just show you, come on,” he grabbed onto his arm to pull him along, keeping a fast pace to get there faster, being fueled by excitement and eager to test his theory. Because when he said he’d found a way - in truth it was only a theory.

Getting to the normal part of the attic wasn’t that hard, it was barely locked and only required a bit of jiggling the door to open it at the top of the stairs and in they went, of course closing the door behind so as to not invite anyone else up there. It would not do well to be caught somewhere they weren’t actually supposed to be.

“Okay okay so.. Obviously this door -” he walked over to what had been a concealed door. He’d spotted it behind a couple of crates that he’d moved aside to expose it. The door did not look like it belonged there, much newer and sturdier than the one they’d passed through to get up there. His fingers followed the seam around it as if he was looking for something. “It’s completely sealed, fire.. Melt resistant, whatever. Fire does not work on it, nor the lock,” he pointed to the lock and suspiciously missing handle. There were sooty marks on it, but no damage. Proof that someone (Ifrit) had tried to manipulate it before. “It’s also thick as fuck,” he said and knocked on it, basically only emanating a metallic sound and nothing else. “And this -” He took a few steps to the side of it, gesturing at the wall. “- is not wood,” he knocked on what looked to be a normal panel wall but there was no hollow sound, not even a gentle knocking sound but the sound of hitting stone, or concrete. “If you look close at it you can actually see it,” he muttered. He had no flashlight so he would blame it on that. “BUT someone went through a lot of work to make this look like the other walls,” he gestured around. “Meaning they don’t want whatever’s on the other side of that door to be found.”

That was the obvious part, but he had learned that if he wanted to explain something he had to start from the beginning and not in the middle. Or at the end. “But then I found -” he continued, finally getting to the good part. He grinned widely and moved over to a different stack of random items against the low side wall. “- This,” he said and pushed the things aside. Behind it was a tiny door, a crawlspace. Sealed, but it didn't look too tough. “Now I need you to help me get it open so we can see what's in there. It should go all the way back there,” he gestured between the two of them. He’d tried to get it open himself but he figured he might need more power. It was either that or they just made a new hole to crawl through because he had checked, it was all wood and probably just some insulation or something on the other side. Technically he could have done all this by himself but where was the fun in that?

"--Romantic pervert?" There's a laugh in Aether's throat, but his head tilts to the side with genuine confusion, careful not to bump his horns against the side of the couch. Aether is well aware of his reputation; flirting with interest in most people capable of showing interest in him, too -- and, beyond that, he has always been the type to court, even for a fun little fling.

Aether's kindness to the siblings had just been the start of his interactions with them; though he has not been around very long having just recently been summon by Papa Emeritus III, he is well known and well-liked among the human population of the Abbey. And that did not account for the other Ghouls, whom he got along with easily.

More easily than some of them, anyways.

"Careful, or I might take offense. Or maybe think you're jealous."

A gentle elbow in Ifrit's side before the quintessence Ghoul rolled to his feet, stretching his arms over his head in a lazy gesture.

"Awwwwright, fine, sheesh. Don't get your knickers in a twist, Iffie. I'll go on a date to the attic with you."

He, too, is curious by nature; and the forbidden description of the attic was tempting to Aether, as well. There were few places the ghouls were explicitly forbidden from, unlike the lower ranking siblings who had many areas inaccessible to them-- it rankled even Aether, the most obedient amongst the ghouls to be barred from any space within the Abbey.

"Go on, then. Lead the way, if you're so eager."