#erin's ocs

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

The brothers- except for Primo of course- forget that one must not say 'thank you' to Grave. It's a force of habit, they were raised to express gratitude by Primo. And when Copia, Terzo, or Secondo forgets, the phooka loves fucking with them about it. Sometimes she acts offended and tickles whoever it is, until she thinks they've learned their lesson.

Other times, she requests they make her a favorite dessert or meal. On some occasions she's a sly little shit and tells Secondo that she wants an edible or a hit off of his bong.

It takes a while for them to start expressing gratitude in other ways, such as offerings. No matter what, the fae has fun with these goofy old men. Though she wishes Primo was more easily tricked.

[annokan]

Can you draw morw Toby x y/n pls ? Of you have time ofc

Honestly, love drawing Toby reacting to Y/N.

[gummys-things]

SORRY, I HAD TO DO THIS @moriitis 😭😭😭

Do you think he wants it???

[bloody-heartstrings]

Toby quit chatting shit

Lexi always calls the main proxy cabin after a solo mission so she can check where she needs to go next, but Toby sometimes guards the phone just so he can piss her off when she calls

[blodwyrm]

𝔇𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔶 ⟡ follow the link or message to offer! 🍒

[fawnwhisker]

i could be a good mother

[smoke-clan]

Smokeclan - prologue

[iamfabiloz]

there is zero percent chance, but it'd be funny if moonpaw was sol's kid ☀ 🌕

[heartfullofleeches]

Boys in cheer hit harder!

Masochist Bully Yan + Male Cheerleader Darling

[Physical Violence, Masochism, suggestive themes so 18+, as implied by the title - reader wears a skirt/presents feminine]

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“Wanna repeat that again? Huh? Bitch-” 

Locking your arms around his neck, your knee soars into the bridge of your assailant's nose - thick, runny blood gushing like a broken faucet as he staggers backwards, nauseated from the pain. 

Hands shove and prod at his back, the defeating cheers of the ever growing crowd clawing at his ear drums as he's flung squarely in the direction of your follow up attack. Stars staining his vision, sound is all there is to guide him as your fist crashes into his side - the studded ring gifted to you by one of the girls on your team sure to leave a curious bruise. He wheezes, splatters of crimson dying the whites of your favorite blouse red. A deep, hateful color- One that paints your vision as you screech in rage. 

“Making fun of the way I dress isn't enough for you.. Do you know how hard it is to get stains out of the shirt?!” 

“Wait, I'm sorry, about everything- Please-” 

His head bounces off the concrete - your entire body weight launched at him at lighting speed as you scramble to climb on top of him. Meaty thwacks proceed one after another as you unleash your fury on, refusing to let up as screams of vindication muddy into murmurs of hesitant concern.

Everyone knew he deserved it. Even the ones who arrived late to the show. Hell- he was the one who swung first, but there is a fine line between self defense and manslaughter. 

A single soul in the crowd didn't give a damn if the beating was justified or not. All he cared for was the bastard's vile words towards you - and his audacity to take his rightful place at the mercy of your wrists. 

The two of you had been walking home together when it happened. You, enthusiastically retelling the exciting tales of your day. Him, working up the courage to hold your hand. Truth be told, Erin had been neglecting time with his boys in favor of you. Some understood, others didn't. 

Why would anyone choose a freak like you over them? 

He didn't want to cause a scene. Erin was dead set on cooling the situation publicly, dragging his so-called “friend” behind the school to teach him a lesson - but you acted first. Everything happened so quickly. If he hadn't been so overwhelmed by the gust in your - something unheard of in a gentle soul like you, he would have protected you better. 

From the current outlook of things, he should be the one in your protection. 

That should be me. 

Erin's mouth hangs agape as your shapely ass springs off the chest of his former ally - a tiny, defeated whimper creaking from his throat as the crack of a heavy handed slap reverberates through the air. So close he can almost taste it. Almost feel it. Your manicured nails piercing his skin. Those powerful legs straddling him as you pummel him into submission. Your glossy lips smeared with his blood and tears. 

“Ngh..” 

He hisses through his teeth - the buckling of his hips weaving traction to the growing tent in his pants as the sensitive flesh grazes the fabric of his boxers. Nowhere near as soft as the panties you so proudly flaunt by your lonesome in the locker rooms, but enough to leave him a breath away from crying out for his turn. 

“You got my stuff, Rinny?” 

If there was anything to make him come undone, the airy giggle in your voice hit the nail on the head. Erin rubs at his neck, your backpack shielding the painful stiffness in his jeans. He glances around - the crowd now disburse with two of his other former acquaintances dragging their unconscious friend away. 

“Ah… y-yeah… Why don't I.. just hold onto it until we get to your place?”

“Awwwe, you're so sweet, Rinny!” 

Gluing yourself to his hip, you snuggle into Erin's arms - fingers interlocking with his. Erin clicks his tongue, wiping at your bloodied cheek with feigned annoyance. 

“You're such a mess.” 

But you're his mess, and that's all that matters. 

[lovesick-wc]

canon x oc...... because I'm crinmge....

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

MINORS DNI

I've got the funniest shit- at least to me- in my head, this morning, involving my OC, Grave:

Secondo is an old goth. And this man has some opinions. Just to fuck with him, Primo tells Grave that if she tells Secondo that The Smiths- and Morrisay are better than The Cure and Robert Smith, he'll give her an entire box of chocolate truffles. And like her Papa, Grave will never say no sweets.

So, she does as instructed and o boi... Secondo goes on a rant. One does not simply say that Morrisay is better than Robert Smith, in his presence lol.

"No! You obviously don't know shit about good music! Robert Smith would wipe the floor with Morrisay! He would decimate that fucking asshole!"

"Wait, why is Morrisay bad??"

"I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!"

Primo may be old now, but he's gotta fuck with his younger brothers sometimes, even if he uses other people for his dirty work lol. Secondo eventually finds out but Grave still gets her truffles.

[hyperlazerr]

Firestar

[applehopshonor]

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[fishiteeth]

Something's off with that one

[blodwyrm]

𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔭𝔬𝔡 [oc] red tom with dark legs, tail & face

designed by @qutens !!!

[fawnwhisker]

what r u smiling about buddy. NOTHING to smile about in your life.