#those are my rough hcs for this AU

[definitelynotshouting]

Hello!!!

It is I, the 🌠anon ^.^ (and also the same anon who once wrote an ask to you with a lil apology for not being able to finish the fic, I am indeed the same person ahahaha)

Your AU kept rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken after that ask, despite the fact that I initially nope-d out of it so hard, and I just felt so compelled to lean into it a bit, and.... yeah, that's what we got out of it c:

I'm so very glad and happy and delighted and just... gsgakajgahajgsh, the fact that you liked my little take on the AU means the world to me!!! It's always a bit tricky to create stuff inspired by another writer, more so even than just writing fics based on canon media, and I'm really happy that I did all that right and that you saw it and even reblogged it <3

And now, don't mind me, I'm gonna go circle your fic again like a skittish cat, because I just saw you posted a new chapter, and I'm CURIOUS (but I'll take care of myself, don't worry/gen)

(Also now that I read my ask again I noticed all the mistakes I made, that's what I get for rushing to send things and not proof-reading enough, whoops/silly)

Anywhoo, hope you have a wonderful day!!! 💙💙💙

Anon!!!! Hello omg!!! It's good to hear from you again, i was wondering if you were the same person when i read that fic bc of what you said before the submission-- ive been beaming you the good energies ever since i got that first ask ❤️❤️❤️❤️ im real glad you're taking care of yourself!!! And im so genuinely flattered you were so inspired by the au despite being unable to finish the fic 🥰🥰🥰🥰 i know some writers dont always like stuff inspired by theirs, but im not one of them; as long as i receive credit, i'll always be excited to see what other people make using my ideas!!!

I did indeed update, and i trust you'll know if you need to back off again, but i do feel compelled to warn you theres still a lot of explicit suicidal ideation and a second attempt being planned in that chapter!! However, that attempt wont be successful, and like i mentioned before, the ultimate ending for this fic is a happy/hopeful one, so hopefully thats a good reassurance that things WILL get better.

If you want a little summary of what happens in it, i'll be happy to give you the cliff notes version so you can still know whats going on without having to immerse yourself in it. Take care anon, i hope you have an excellent day too :]

[quantum1mmortality]

Captain Curly; marriage hcs <3

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Chat I know I mentioned getting back into writing for twst but the current hyperfixation is too strong rn so just bare with me I NEED to write for mouthwashing

!this is written with an AU in mind; curly still works for pony express, but there's no ship. Just a normal job. Also J***y doesn't exist.!

Tw/cw; afab!reader, mentions of pregnancy and having said baby, MANHANDLING!!!!, teasing, use of pet names, uhhh I can't think of any else

Not proofread

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Sfw

I think Curly would definitely be a family oriented person. The further you'd get into your relationship, the more he'd ask about your opinion on kids and if you'd want any in the future.

I also think Curly would be on the traditional side, too. If you said yes to having kids, he'd take that as an opportunity to show you how good of a provider he can be, and how willing he is to become a father.

When you do eventually have children, he'd be more than willing to take off work to help around the house. You just gave birth, he knows it's hard for you, so he'd make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for all three of you.

Sidenote; Curly would definitely be a good cook. He probably took culinary in highschool

If he knew Anya at the time, he'd have her babysit your children so he could take you out on dates. This happens quite often, too; probably around once or twice a month. He just wants to show how much he appreciates you and everything you've done for him and your relationship <3

He'd take you to the most expensive restaurants and tell you to order whatever you wanted, and if you're done breastfeeding, he'd order a bottle of champagne for you both.

He'd be one of those "I love my wife" husbands. Everyone at his job is so sick of hearing him talk so highly of you. It'll be someone's birthday, they'll bring a cake, and he just won't eat it. Why? "My wife could make a better cake."

After you guys got married, he couldn't stop calling you his wife. That name felt so surreal to him; like the woman of his dreams is finally his? And there's a title for that?? Of course he's going to use it constantly.

He probably also took Anya out to help him pick out a ring. And thank god he did btw because he would've gotten you a ring with the biggest diamond they had 😭😭 (sorry to all the big ring lovers in chat rn they're just not it for me)

Nsfw

Curly is a romantic. He'd want to take things slow, cherish you as much as possible, especially if it's your first time.

He wouldn't think of it as sex, he'd think of it as lovemaking; showing you his worth and how much he cares about you.

He rarely gets rough, you have to ask him to be because he just won't do it. But, he's a suck up for you, so if you want something, it's yours.

So, he'd get rough. He'd go faster than he usually does, maybe put his hand around your neck and squeeze ever so gently. But afterwards, he'd feel awful; like he was hurting you or something.

He'd apologize profusely, say he's never gonna do it again, but does it a few days later. It's like going through the five stages of grief but skipping the first four and consistently being at acceptance

He's a hand holder. Since he's an intimate person, his preferred position is missionary. He likes this position for a few reasons; he gets to see your expression if you're enjoying it or uncomfortable, he gets to kiss you, and he can hold your hand. It's one of his favorite things to do, not only because he finds it much more romantic, but he also loves how you squeeze his hand when you're getting close.

Teasing is one of the things he does best. But verbal teasing, not physical. You can hear him giggle anytime he's inside you, practically taunting you when he knows you're close. He'd say something dumb like, "aw, is princess gonna cum?" And then have a shit eating grin on his face.

Pet names are another thing he uses often. Like I said previously, he'd call you princess, but there's also other names he'd call you during the act. Love, darling, and angel are the ones he uses for you most commonly, aside from princess of course.

I saw someone else say this on here and their hcs were actually what made me want to write (I swear on my SOUL I am NOT trying to copy them 🙏🙏🙏🙏 sorry if it comes off like that) but they said Curly would be buff and I completely agree. He would be HUGE, I'm thinking 6'3-6'5, easily over 220lbs.

The manhandling would go CRAZY, you don't like a position? No issue, he'll just pick you up and put you in a different one. Can't keep your legs open while he's being a munch? As much as he enjoys the feeling of suffocating between your thighs, which believe me, he does, he can't exactly pleasure you if he's unconscious from the lack of airflow. Not a big issue, a firm hand on each leg will do the trick.

Another comment on his body alone to wrap this up; he'd definitely be muscular in his legs and especially his arms. I think his stomach would be toned, not a six pack, but toned. Maybe even a little pudge and a v line 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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A/N: hi guys pls send requests for curly fics plasplsplspslsplsplslsplspls I'm so thirsty for this man oh ky god I'm crynng

[midnightsmusings]

Bar! 141 AU fix

I really should make this a fic but for now it's a bunch of jumbled imagines so eat up.

(This was born of the first time I got shocked out of a panic attack by someone saying something so absurdly stupid to me and it WORKS. For sure something Soap would do, it grew from there)

-Reader getting close to Price, and bonus how the others deal with your panic attacks.

CW: AFAB Reader, suggestive themes, Ghost mentions a genital piercing like the freak he is. Panic attack descriptions.

You didn't see Price as often as you'd like. The brief appearances of him coming out to check on the bar before heading back to his office was all you got. His scrutinizing look and warm touch on your lower back lingered far longer than the man himself did.

Sure, he didn't come around often but it certainly was enough for him to get lodged into your mind, your routine. You always anticipated his next appearance with bated breath.

It wasn't until after an espically bad day that you started seeing him more. A panic attack interrupted your ability to serve the never ending crowd of customers.

Gaz's hands guided your hyperventilating self towards the secluded office, murmuring soothingly over your harsh gasps for breath as he knocked on the thick door quickly.

Price had opened, cigar hanging out of his mouth in shock at the sight of your tear streaked face before he straightened up and schooled his features. He gave a nod to Gaz as his rough hands quickly replaced the man's soft ones.

You were too focused on trying to get air into your burning lungs to register Gaz's sweet kiss to your cheek before he rushed back to the front to help Ghost drag off the man who caused all this. A touchy customer, one who got a little too friendly with their girl.

"Cmon darlin let's get you comfortable" Price rumbled, warm palm smoothing up and down your back as he got you over to the couch that sat off to the side in his office. He would admit to no one that he immediately bought an extra soft blanket--velvet even--for it as soon as he noticed your tendency to get overwhelmed on busy shifts.

He watched you carefully, keeping up a calm exterior as he squatted in front of you while dragging said blanket around your shaking and curled in shoulders. "Follow my breaths now sweetheart" he said lowly as his hand tugged your clenched one to his broad chest.

He laid it flat over his sternum as he breathed in deeply for you to feel. Your nails immediately dug into the hair peeking out of his undone buttons but he barely noticed, too focused on settling you.

You were stuck gasping for air, sobs choking your words and head pounding as you failed to draw in a full breath no matter how hard you tried.

"Focus" he said, tone turning more commanding as one broad hand pinned your palm to his chest while the other gripped the back of your neck, tugging you closer towards him.

It didn't immediately work but he was a patient man. He simply gripped you tightly as you fought past the panic, a grounding warmth.

Those moments of waiting felt like hours to John as he held steady and kept his own breaths slow and exaggerated for you to copy. Ghost once almost knifed him for trying to talk about what was upsetting the man during his own panic attack. Knowing better now, he kept quiet and steady with you.

"There ya go good girl" he sighed as soon as you took in your first full breath, your body sagging against his as your tears slowed.

He kept his hold firmly on your neck as he felt your shaking hands clutch desperately at his shirt. He understood the silent plea and kept close.

"Never gotten horny during a panic attack before" you mumbled as soon as your breaths evened out. He chuckled in disbelief and you hid your wide smile in his neck.

Bonus HC's:

Ghost, privy to a few panic attacks himself, favored Johnny's usual way of knocking him out of them. The Scott always had something stupid to say, stupid enough that Ghost got completely shocked out of his panic. So he tried it with you when he found you out back one night.

You said you were just going to take the trash out but he clocked the shaking of your hands and immediately followed.

"I have a dick piercing" he muttered, tone casual and even as he stood there despite his chest clenching at the sight.

You were leaning against the wall, teary eyed and fighting for a full breath in. There was a hidden, pleased smile on his face when he saw you stop short of a broken breath.

For a moment you just blinked up at him but to his utter delight soon a short, shocked laugh left you instead of a desperate gasp for air. Ghost was sure you'd cry harder at his attempt. He was fully prepared to fetch Gaz so the sweet man could fix his mess. Thankfully you just gave him a watery smile and his tense shoulders dropped.

"I'd quite l-like to see that" you breathed out, still leaning against the brick wall outside as you slowly caught your breath, the ache in your lungs lessening leaving way for a blush to grow over your cheeks as your eyes lingered on Ghost's pants. You knew it.

Notorious for his ease of jolting Ghost out of any panic attack, Soap was who you sought out when suddenly you were thrown into one.

It was a small one, one you could handle yourself with just a few moments alone. However, you knew he could get the job done far quicker than your painstaking process of counting breaths did.

Hands shaking as you desperately searched the back room for a familiar mop of hair. Quickly you were sobbing incoherent words at the relief of finding him combined with the frustration of not being able to explain.

"Got a wee bet with Gaz aboot what color panties yer wearin" he said quickly grasping your waist to steady you as the other propped his chin up, feigning calm as he watched you closely.

"I said yer wearin none am I right?" he asked smiling innocently when you rolled your teary eyes, a small irritated huff replacing those panicked gasps. His eyes flicked down to your heaving chest watching you take each deep breath in, relieved.

"Fuckn freak" you muttered finally, tone fond and oh so thankful before you ran a hand affectingly over his hair. A kiss was pressed in the spot you tugged on before you left to wash your reddened and tear streaked face in the bathroom.

"Aye I'm right" he nodded to himself smiling as he stood and casually followed you to the bathroom. That kiss was an invitation no?

Not many knew, but Gaz quite fancied himself a masseuse. He also became completely useless when you cried, all his charm flying out the window as your pretty eyes watered.

So when he saw you sitting in your car, hands held over your face as your shoulders shook he immediately knew what was happening. He'd gotten the brief from the others about how they soothed you out of them, but he couldn't think of anything to say that would surprise you.

Often it was the other way around now that you'd come out of your shell and only a man like Price was capable of commanding you out of them. He settled on knocking on the glass gently and pointing to the lock. He was making it up as he went, knowing you needed someone now.

Once you were able to get it unlocked he quickly slid his hands over your arms, drawing you into his chest. The pads of his fingers massaging into your tense muscles as he murmured lowly in your ear. One hand trailed gently up the side of your throat to rub into your scalp as the other worked at the back of your shaking shoulders.

"Got lots of massage oils I'd like to try on you one day doll" he said lowly as he just simply massaged, he wasn't quite sure it would work so he was watching the bar hoping one of the guys would come out soon. He knew if he tried to say something to knock you out of the panic, he'd profess his love or some stupid shit like that.

Thankfully, before he had to grab your phone and call Price, he felt you nod against his chest.

"Got any edible oils?" your voice came out muffled from where you were pressed into his pecs.

He laughed in both shock and relief. The movement jostled you yet made you relax more against him, cheek nuzzling into his soft shirt with a hum as his hands made quick work of your tense muscles.

[girlscomehome]

my gf!abby hc’s ༚༅༚˳ dark vers

sfw gf!abby hc’s —> part 1 ♥︎ / part 2 ♥︎ / part 3 ♥︎ (dark vers)

౨ৎ warnings - nsfw / mdni / fem!r / mean!abby / gf!abby / strap on (r!receiving) / scissoring / dom!abby / sub!r / r has female genitalia / slapping (r!receiving) / namecalling : whore, slut / bondage / vibrator (r! and a! receiving) / mommy kink / modern au

gf!abby l o v e s missionary— getting to see ur fucked out face and glossy eyes is the best part of it all for her.

gf!abby leaves marks. neck, tits, thighs, ass, hips, it’s covered in her ‘love marks.’

“oh, babyyy, u look so pretty with my love marks all up on u.”

gf!abby is a biggg fan of scissoring!! she’s pushing all up on u and she’s making sure ur looking at her.

“don’t stop looking at me, baby. look at me when i cum on you.”

gf!abby LOVES SEEING U IN PINK LINGERIE. SHE GETS ALL RED AND SHY.

“oh my god, u look so good. can i kiss u?? please??”

gf!abby is indeed very dominant but she’s begging for u… even when she knows she’s already got u. like she’ll be scissoring u and she’ll be begging u to move ur hips back on her.

“pleaseeee baby, please. move those hips on me, please” :(

gf!abby also scissors u with a vibe in the middle of u guys. she wants u to rub on it while she does too! she’s a nasty girlll.

mean!abby had a longggg talk with u abt sex with her. she would never let u guys have sex without u knowing how rough it could get. u both have boundaries set, enthusiastic consent, safe words & safe actions ( i.e. tapping her shoulder, green, yellow, red). she’s very serious abt it!!

mean!abby wants u on ur knees sucking her strap. and she slaps the strap on ur face when u need a break.

mean!abby slaps ur face while in missionary when u won’t look at her. and she also calls u names while doing so!

“look at me. ur such a fucking slut for me.”

“aw poor little whore can’t take it anymore?” she had u cum on her mouth 4 times already.

mean!abby likes to ride ur face like a mad woman. she’s GRINDING DOWNNNNN.

mean!abby likes to tie u up and force u to watch her use the vibe on herself. she’ll occasionally give some attention to u and put the vibe on ur pussy just enough to make u super close, but she’ll never let u finish.

mean!abby tells u to call her mommy and omg she actually goes wild.

“fucking say it again. yeah, that’s right. mommy’s making u feel so good, hmm?” shes fucking her strap into u, deep but annoyingly slow.

“mhm, mommy’s gonna make it all better.”

౨ৎ a/n - will u guys even like this? idk. i hope so. cuz it took me two days of thinking and thinking (AND THINKING!!!) to write… :) also seeing boymuna all over my fyp and tl… IM FUCKING SICK OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they’re so 😦 like haiiiiiiii can i join :3 theyre so cute tg i love them boys !

[cvnt4him]

Hey, you! Yeah you! Have you ever read one of 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡4ℎ𝑖𝑚'𝑠 fics and wanted a part two? No? Well now you do.

Hi, hello hello, welcome<3

I've made alot of fics and I will be creating part twos for those I said I would, and those some people would like.

You can come here for both parts of many different stories, or go to my 𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡!; a multitude of izuku based things created by yours truly<3

Vengeance is mine. Part two! coming soon!

sypnosis ➥ your supposed to be other half cheated on you, one again. You forget to cancel an event you and some friends agreed to go to. izuku saw how upset you were and helps you out with a 'good time'.

This is what friends do. Part two! coming soon!

sypnosis ➥ you and izuku are very close friends, he thinks of you as one of his best. He often gets asked questions such as his feelings for you. It gets him thinking quite hard....

ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 .ᐟ

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walking in on bestie!zuku. Part two! coming soon!

synopsis ➥ your best friend comes home from college, he 'forgets' to notify you that hes back. You two get into an altercation that leaves him being pouty with you. You storm over to confront him and behold yourself to quite the breathtaking sight..

PH!zuku fucking his fans?! Part two! coming soon!

synopsis ➥ pro hero!zuku takes his fans to 'pound town' when he needs a break from the rough hero life. [I cringed]

bunny!izu hc. bunny!izu fic/ new series. coming soon!

synopsis ➥ bunny!izu x human!reader, an AU yuzuya has created that I will write out with a couple of my own details, find yuzuya and his AU on patreon, youtube, and audiomack<3

vigilante!izu. Part two! coming soon!

synopsis ➥ comfort with vigilante! izuku, your boyfriend went away for some time without telling you properly and out of the blue surprised you with a not so friendly surprise.

izu's touchy bestfriend. Undecided.

synopsis ➥ izu has quite the touchy bestie, it's unintentional of course! you just love you some izu!! izuku decided this is the final straw and pulls you away and uses you right then and there! but of course;, he wants more..

[kindofatheatrekid]

Soft Yandere! Veteran HCs (and a special something at the end!)

So I basically fell in love with this nameless man I wrote on a whim- And now I’m giving the dude a name now- My precious moot helped me to cement his identity as a jaded, Russian veteran and I obviously leaped at the chance of making an old dilf. I fucking love this man- 😀

This is definitely NSFW so…

MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI.

That’s better! ❤️

Soft Yandere! Veteran who’s at least twenty-five years your senior— and makes sure that you remember that. He’ll make sure that any bratty attitude coming from you will be promptly shut down. Whether it’ll be through a spanking session or giving your mouth something better to do… Well. It depends on how much you’ve pissed him off already. ^^

(Don’t worry, though. He’s too much of a softie to not ensure that you’ll enjoy every second of your “punishment~” 😮‍💨)

“In my days, cadets used to have their teeth smashed in if they mouthed off to their superiors. Shouldn’t you thank me for my leniency, love?”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who makes sure that you’re always well fed. He may have some food insecurity problems, and would never want his beloved to ever experience that gnawing hunger he felt in his earlier years. So say au revoir to any diets you want to do!

He’s a good cook too, so you bet he’s going to feed you every time you see each other. You’re always going to be greeted with food as aftercare— there’s no arguing on that. He will force-feed you. 😓

“A diet? Tch. You don’t need that. Just eat, dear. You need the nutrients for later.”

Speaking of aftercare! Soft Yandere! Veteran who knows exactly what to do after years of fucking women. …And maybe some men but we don’t talk about his soldier years- The man will wipe you down and massage every part of your body that aches after his rough treatment. Believe in the old man who has chronic pain every day because of what he did in his youth- He definitely knows how to relieve any muscle aches. 😌

Soft Yandere! Veteran who is a huge cuddler. He’s taller than you and is just a brickhouse— you’re not going anywhere if he wants to cuddle with you. He probably has a size kink, loves seeing you try to fit him in your mouth. He’ll be so condescending about it too, goading you on while he’s reading the newspaper like the senile man he is. 😩

“Come on, love~ Is that really the best you can do? You can take a bit more, right? For me~?”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who is Russian! The man never speaks crass words, though— always a gentleman through and through. His mama taught him right! He has to make sure that you remember your manners with him too! Say please and then he might give you what you want. It depends, though. Have you been a polite lover to him today? 🤔

“Mmm… I don’t know, Солнце… You’ve been so naughty today. I think you should beg some more for my cock~”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who has episodes of depression whenever he remembers the young men he killed in the battlefield. You can find him on the floor while staring at his countless medals— bottles of everclear on the floor with a few cigar buds in the ashtray nearby. A hug from you will help him a lot…

(Please replace the bitter cigar in his mouth with your sweet lips. Give him something else to think about. Better yet, why don’t you spread those thighs of yours? That will always get the old man going! 😊)

“...Thank you, лапочка. I needed this.”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who will never let you go. You’re just too pure for the world… He’s directly seen how dirty humans can be. You’re like a spring breeze to him, allowing him to relax his mind for the first time since he was drafted. Just listen to everything he says. Don’t you believe in him? 🥺

“...People… They can be cruel. Especially to wounded rabbits like you.”

You didn’t think that I’d just make headcanons after painting a scene in your head, right? Dear gods no! I want to be a nice author to you all! (At least until my mind decides to switch up and make angst- But you’re all safe! For now.) 😈

Anyways! I’m going to show y’all a blowjob scene with this old man now! Have fun! ^^

(It’s gender neutral this time because you’re sucking his dick-)

You thought he was being too cruel right now. Here you were: on your knees, serving the man while he was enjoying his morning cup of coffee. If you could talk, you would’ve whined at him for his attention; to get that dumb paper out of the way so he could fuck your mouth like you knew he could. He was undoubtedly affected by the way your lips were wrapped around not even half of his cock, though. There was a reason why his hand had a firm grip on your hair— not allowing you to pull away nor go deeper.

The old man had way too much patience compared to you, not even budging when you start to paw at his clothed thighs. He’s spent years on the battlefield, dear. The man can neglect his own needs as long as you learn your lesson. Your parents must have not taught you very well, but that’s fine! He can show you exactly how to stay in the lines.

Your desperate whimpers send shivers down his spine, the vibrations making his warm cock grow hotter— a familiar warmth pooling underneath his stomach. His hand tightens around your locks, a deep sigh escaping from his lips before he even knew it. You got what you wanted, his attention. And oh… You have his full attention.

A low growl was your only warning before he forced his cock down your throat— his hands now occupied with pulling your hair like it were a horse’s reins. You couldn’t breathe; he was big, and he knew that. You could barely see his sly grin through your tears, but you could feel it. By the way his hand was kept on the back of your head to keep your spit-covered lips on his cock. By the way his other hand was patting the top of your head so affectionately. By the way he cooed at you like he wasn’t choking you on his dick right now.

“Aww~ Is there something you want to say, Солнце? Come on~ Use your words for me, hm?”

The bastard was taking pleasure in your helplessness; he knew that your throat was far too occupied to do anything but let out a few muffled whimpers. Whimpers that went straight down to his weeping cock, his balls tightening even more when he sees how prettily you were silently begging for his mercy. The old man was just getting his rocks off at this point.

He kept on using you, bobbing your head over and over again— he was an old soldier, he knew precisely how long he could keep you gagging before you’d pass out. It was like a game to him in a way, seeing how far he could physically push you before you were on the brink of passing out. You were seeing both stars in your eyes and black spots; your adrenaline peaking from this deadly game. One where all you could do was trust the man in front of you that he knew what he was doing.

His endurance was no joke even after over a decade, you didn’t know how long it was before you could finally taste something bitter on your tongue— his head tilting up as he groaned. You were still gagging, your head pushed as far as possible when he came in your throat. The thick, slimy liquid going down your throat effortlessly as he slowly slides you off his limp dick. A round of coughs greeting you after your lungs were suddenly filled with oxygen after a while with barely any.

All he did was pat your head, grabbing a cloth from the table to clean up the mixture of his cum and your drool and tears off your face. His palms tenderly cupping your cheeks afterward— steadily lifting your face up before he presses a soft kiss on your now clean lips. A satisfied smile curving up his lips when he sees your blissed out, lost expression; your usual bratty self not seen at all.

“Hm… Better.”

Translation:

Солнце = sunshine

лапочка = sweetie pie / cutie

BRO. THIS. THIS DOES THINGS TO ME. Y'ALL LIKE THIS OLD MAN TOO, HUH??

"I know what you are."

[hatsbuckets]

TF 141 Body Swap AU HC Expanded

As requested, I've expanded to the cast of characters, rearranging some from the original. :) I was going to add Pharah and Alex... but I didn't and tbh, those two would not get rounded up into this chaos lmao. this was too hard to figure out but... ii happily did it.... also idk y but in my head, roach is mute or not talkative which we can unpack later so yeah

Based off this post! and this ask!

WC: 1200 Warnings: none

Ghost:

Ghost woke up in Laswell’s body and immediately felt wrong. Everything was too light, too open, too exposed. Her smaller frame felt like it couldn’t hold a shadow, let alone a presence. His usual solid, grounded movements felt jittery.

The face in the mirror was a shock. Sharp lines, piercing eyes—nothing to hide behind. No mask. No armor. Just skin and hair and a fragility he wasn’t used to seeing, let alone feeling. Even standing still felt vulnerable.

It was a far cry from the towering wall he’d been.

He did appreciate that there was no urge to smoke or eat the awful things he puts in his own body. And he respected the hell out of her. And he'd do his best to keep her body healthy, clean, and unbruised. and if it came time to shower, you bet your ass his eyes stay up, as if it were even a question.

Laswell:

Laswell in Nik’s body felt like she’d been dropped into a machine. Everything about him was large—his shoulders stretched further than she expected, and even walking felt like trying to navigate heavy equipment. His hands were rough, oversized things that didn’t feel like they were meant for desk work. Which they weren't.

The height was disorienting. She kept brushing doorframes and misjudging distances, her new longer stride throwing off her usually measured pace. His accent coming with her words we weird, but she found it charming, something oddly familiar.

He was strong. And when the boys started giving her more and more things to lob around and carry, she entertained it. Nik simply asked that she not break him too badly.

Nik:

Nik in Roach’s body felt like a shadow of himself. Everything was too small—his arms, his legs, his hands. He moved without the weight he was used to, every step feeling almost… unfinished.

The silence was the hardest part. Roach didn't speak, now he understood why. He was very able, and could manage short sentences, but otherwise his-Roach's-body refused. It wasn't meant for someone who had a snarky reply to everything.

He eventually took advantage of Roach's agility. He ended up scaring the hell out of Soap and Kyle, to everyone else's delight. Not so bad, then.

Roach:

Roach woke up in Price’s body and felt like he’d been rooted to the ground. Nope. Nope. Nope. Big ol' nope. Everything was heavy—his arms, his legs, even his steps carried more weight than he was used to. His shoulders felt impossibly broad, and his hands, rough and massive, were clumsy at first.

The mustache was a constant presence, an itch he couldn’t ignore. Every time he moved his mouth, he felt it bristling against his lip, teasing him. The hat sat snugly on his head, though, and he found himself very happy wearing it.

He found that words were easier, but still didn't speak. Watching the chaos unfold around him, content with sitting back to rest his now aching legs... Surely Price wasn't that old...

Price:

Price in Rudy’s body felt… small. Not weak, but light in a way that made every motion feel less grounded. His hands were steady, sure, but they lacked the roughness and weight he was used to. His legs carried him with a quickness that didn’t suit his usual deliberate pace, and his smaller frame made him feel like he’d been cut down to size.

His reflection was jarring—clean-cut, almost unassuming. There was nothing wrong with it, but it wasn’t him. Rudy's voice was also lighter than Price's, carried in a way that Price's own didn't.

He did force a hat on, happy enough to enjoy the smaller frame that was less battered than his own.

Rudy:

Rudy in Alejandro’s body felt like he was wearing a suit of armor. A warm, gruff suit of armor. Everything about it was broad, loud, commanding. His shoulders filled the room, and his steps carried the kind of weight that turned heads.

It was disorienting. His movements were heavier, and his usually precise, careful gestures felt exaggerated in the bulk of the frame. His reflection was overwhelming—sharp jawline, intense eyes that trapped him in the mirror, a figure that seemed built to lead. It was too much, all at once.

Alejandro:

Alejandro in Gaz’s body felt like someone had stripped away all his power. His arms were too light, his legs too quick, and the smaller frame lacked the presence his own body offered. Every step felt like it carried less weight, and it gnawed at him.

The face in the mirror didn’t help. Gaz’s sharp features and lean build stared back at him, unassuming and calm. It wasn’t a bad face—it just wasn’t his.

Gaz was athletic though, and that athleticism was refreshing. He couldn't help but enjoy that bit, at least a bit. But Spanish coming out of Gaz's body? With Gaz's voice? Oh nonono.

Gaz:

Gaz woke up in Graves’ body, and he hated it immediately. Everything felt too heavy, too stiff. His arms were bulky in a way that made every motion feel slower, less precise. His legs carried him like a tank, deliberate and cumbersome, as if the body itself was built for brute force instead of agility.

The face in the mirror didn’t help. Graves’ sharp, clean-cut features stared back at him, smug even when he wasn’t trying. His shoulders felt wrong, too wide, too squared off, and the Southern twang that came out when he spoke made it all weirder, but he learned to enjoy it quickly. "Anybody fancy a cuppa?" drawn in Grave's southern accent was hilarious.

Egged on by Soap and Ghost, slowly it became comedic gold. He gleefully tormented Graves body by indulging in black pudding, marmite toast, and other “proper” British foods, knowing Graves will hate it. If his taste buds aren't altered forever, Gaz will consider it a mission failure.

Graves:

Graves in Soap’s body felt like someone had crammed him into a sports car—surprisingly way too agile for his liking. Everything moved too quickly. His legs carried him farther than expected, constantly jittering.

The reflection in the mirror was a shock. The mohawk, the sharp lines of Soap’s face, the complete lack of bulk—none of it looked or felt like him. He ran a hand over the hair, feeling its stiff edges, and scowled.

He tried to stand still, to ground himself Soap's frame, but even then, it felt like his own body was mocking him with its lightness. Mocking him with the mohawk. Mocking him with some innocent, childlike look he wasn't used to.

Soap: (no change)

Soap ended up in Ghost’s body, of course. If anyone was going to get stuck in the most inconvenient switch possible, it was him. He realized this about ten seconds after waking up and nearly knocking himself out on the doorframe. Everything was big. His arms? Massive. His legs? Long enough that stairs suddenly felt like a death trap. And don’t even get him started on the shoulders—those things could barely fit through the locker room doorway without scraping the sides.

He wasn’t complaining about the other large part of Simon’s body though.

The mask was its own kind of torture. It clung to his face, hot and suffocating, like it had fused with his skin. He tugged at it a few times before giving up. “How does he even breathe in this thing?” he muttered, his new, gravelly voice startling him every time. Still, he’d respect it and keep it on.

When he caught his reflection in the mirror, he almost jumped out of his skin. Ghost’s mask stared back at him, hollow eyes and that skeletal grin. It wasn’t just eerie—it was downright unsettling. Soap quickly turned away, feeling every inch of the sore, strong body he inhabited.

[shveris]

my jjk headcanons, part 3

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part 1

part 2

part 4

satoru’s favorite color can only be seen with the six eyes. he’s tried explaining it to his peers multiple times but it just left him frustrated and everyone else very confused like “wdym you can see different colour spectrums????”

modern!au sukuna calls the number on missing animal posters, imitates the noise of the animal that’s missing and then hangs up (he does the same with missing children ones, too, if he’s feeling particularly unhinged)

modern!au yuuji has a letterboxd account and his reviews are the funniest shit you’ll ever read

he does the same with steam game reviews, too, and at some point dragged megumi and nobara into his shenanigans as well

first year suguru said “eat the rich” and satoru asked “why do you wanna eat me????” (shoko cried tears of laughter). this is how suguru found out satoru’s a nepo baby

adult satoru brings nanami cds and vinyls from emo/alt/rock bands as souvenirs whenever he has missions abroad. nanami keeps telling him to stop but the first thing he does when he arrives home is listen to them

nanami is also who megumi got his taste of music from since nanami babysat the fushiguro siblings some times when they were younger

cult leader suguru calls shoko whenever he gets a serious injury and asks her to come over and heal it (she gets there as fast as she can)

quitting smoking was very rough on shoko but babysitting the fushiguro siblings and studying for her medical license was a great distraction

modern!au choso doesn’t have the tattoo/mark over the bridge of his nose, instead it’s just a huge scar he got as a kid during some accident

megumi likes listening to rain sounds while falling asleep

satoru’s a little (read: huge) nerd. his bookshelves are filled with lectures and studies about physics and math theories, documentations of all kinds of natural sciences, he keeps up to date with everything in the field and even peeked into biographies of big science people

despite satoru and suguru being very cat-coded, shoko is actually more of a dog person (how does she put up with them? we’ll never know)

nobara regularly uses megumi and yuuji to test out her new nail polishes. she’d wipe it off for them after but at some point neither of them cared anymore so the boys just run around with colourful nails some times

when we see sukuna eat popcorn and drink soda during his fight with mahoraga, it’s because he saw yuuji eat/drink all those things while he was in satoru’s basement. he got curious and wanted to try himself but we saw how that ended

an addition to the hc above, sukuna also has forgotten the flavours and textures of all kinds of foods. modern era foods would really mess with his taste buds because heian period food wasn’t particularly known to be as flavourful as it is today + they didn’t really use oil back then. sukuna would certainly be insanely overwhelmed if given a modern meal

this is not really a headcanon but also not canon because gege never specified it: only cursed spirits can see sukuna’s tattoos. there’s several indications in both manga and anime that humans & shamans alike cannot see the tattoos (correct me if i’m wrong) but in season 2 jogo’s inner monologue proves that he can see them. i’d like to think it must be because he’s a cursed spirit, which means all cursed spirits (or high ranked ones) are able to see the marks

when satoru held yuuji in that basement for two months, yuuji taught him how to cook because “sensei, you’re an adult. how do you not know how to make tamagoyaki??? we can’t order takeout twice a day!” (yes yuuji, he can, he’s gojo fucking satoru, he has a black card and swims in money)

yuuji is good at every sports, even the ones he’s never played before

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hange Zoë SFW & NSFW Headcannons

(A/N- I’ve emerged from my mentally exhausted state to just say happy birthday to my dear best friend @abbyslev. I hope you enjoy this and you get better soon my friend!)

(Warning: NSFW content in the second part of this and some of these hcs take place in a modern AU)

SFW

- Whenever it’s your birthday, they make it an all about you day, doing whatever you want. They always try to make you a homemade cake (the first time they messed it up BUT the second time they made it right)

- They’re the type to take off their jacket whenever it’s cold and give it to you, then they’ll hold your hand.

- Hange LOVES to call you pet names like darling, my love, baby, babe and sweetheart. Those are just only a few examples though. Also they sometimes make up some crazy pet names too.

- If they wake up before you they’ll stare at your sleeping face with a soft smile, sometimes even bushing a piece of hair out of your face and kissing your forehead. (And just imagine their morning voice-)

- If you’re ever tense from stress and/or anxiety they’ll be there to give you a massage. Those hands can do wonders- (in more ways than one)

- Whenever they text you they send a million messages, ESPECIALLY when they are excited.

- Sometimes when they go to the store and walk past something they think you’ll enjoy they’ll of course buy it for you. (Because they love to just spoil you)

NSFW

- Hange gives off strong switch vibes. When they’re being dominant, often times they’re a pleasure dom, giving you exactly what you want (need). When they’re a sub they tend to be unpredictable. Sometimes they’ll be a brat to get a rise out of you and other times they’ll be a good and obedient sub just for you.

- Some days they like to have slow and passionate sex and other times they like it fast and rough. They usually go the more romantic and passionate route though.

- Hange trusts you enough to take off their eyepatch in front of you during the deed. Their heart will melt if you kiss on their eye or if you tell them how beautiful it looks.

- Definitely the type to praise you for everything you do (and will say it with a big smirk on their face)

- They take a mental note of what gets you turned on and what makes you squirming and moaning the most. They have a good memory so they’ll for sure remember every little thing.

- Always keeps their glasses on because they want to see all of your different facial expressions and movements clearly.

Masterlist

[the-s1lly-corner]

Their ideal partners

Silly little hcs because ive been thinking what each of the lads look for in a s/o

Slenderman;

Given I'm aiming for the "he's been observing humans for centuries and has grown used to their antics," vibe with him, I feel like he'd like someone who keeps him guessing

Nothing TOO crazy, because he can be irritable, but if you intrigue him he'll definitely stay around

Does he have any peculiar icks? Tastes?

Can't stand messy people... doesn't mind if its unorganized, or a chaotic system, but if you live in muck it's a deal breaker

Doesn't care what you look like, or what gender you are; he sees beyond that because, again, ancient being that's been watching humans for a long time.. kinda desensitized to that sort of thing

Laughing Jack;

He WANTS someone who can match his energy; but he NEEDS someone who can mellow him out

As much as I hate the "I can fix/change him" thing (well I dont HATE it, it really matters on execution and all), Jack needs someone who can make him chill out a bit

Icks? You know those people who kill the energy in a room? Like total buzzkill + downers? He doesnt like those. Not like the "he hates depressed people" way, obviously, but in the way that

Okay so idk if this is just a me thing but I come across a lot of people who do it on purpose for attention/quirkiness, those are the kinds of people he doesnt like

Like slenderman, he doesnt really care what you look like; bros gonna slip himself around you like a snake (affectionately)

Eyeless Jack;

Right off the bat he needs someone who's understanding

It ain't easy being a cursed man who's forced to eat human meat

Someone who's willing to listen to what happened to him, and help him see the brighter side of things

Basically a "storm cloud x sunshine" ship dynamic

Icks? As long as you're not too chaotic or hyper he's fine with it; Jack is more quiet and reserved energy wise, stress tends to make the curses symptoms worse

Prefers short people; he himself is also short (I hc hes about 5'5), and he's a lil insecure, but he's not totally opposed to dating taller people

Masky;

Writing for specifically masky for this one instead of the usual tim, hope that's alright!! I just wanna flesh out him n hoodie more

Bro is kinda..... whouf... rough around the edges; kinda feral

Not like FERAL feral, but this is the kind of dude who tunnels on someone during his work and wont be afraid to body slam into stuff full speed/force

So naturally, he gets hurt a lot. So a caring and soft partner is an immediate go to; especially since in my hc/au tim still exists, just as a different.. persona? Headspace? I really dont know the correct terms <\3

He likes observing as well, but he'll occasionally join in on whatever activity you're doing!!

Icks? Loud people... I would say spontaneous people as well, but considering my take on him, he kinda falls into a softcore version of that category

Hoodie;

Very similar to masky, but also not... between the two hes more.. calm and calculating; whereas Masky tends to dive straight in, in most cases

Should not that neither of them verbally speak; so they both need a partner who's fine with physical touch since that's one of their main ways of communicating/showing affection

Especially with hoodie; dude always has a hand on you and guiding you in some way

Unlike all the others, hoodie does not have ANY preferences for partners. Doesn't matter the personality, body type, and he doesnt have many icks

Like

Probably doesnt like arrogance, kinda just annoys him.... but hey, makes his.. job.. easier

[quitealotofsodapop]

So, I've been stuck thinking about the hunters and poachers on Flower Fruit Mountain again. How did they know there was anything on the mountain?

The island has been burning for centuries and protected by its ruler(s) for even longer. It's not easy to reach, either. This alone should have kept people away for a while, not to mention whatever legends and rumors there are. Yet, not long after the fire stops, entire hunting parties appear—not just one or two explorers or a single hunter investigating. This means they knew there was something of worth to them on the mountain despite everything. They were prepared to since (I'm not a hunter, so I could be wrong.) you don't hunt monkeys, especially demon monkeys, like a normal animal. Not to mention, some of these monkeys were trained fighters, including the marshals. Some monkeys knew human language, yet not a single poacher hesitated.

This suggests they were informed. Not only did the humans know how, when, and where, but they were unafraid of demons and legends. Plus, the type of apathy needed to kill something that looks and acts human the way Flower Fruit Monkeys do; whoever informed them knew who to give the information too.

If this was the Camel Ridge Trio, or other parts of the brotherhood for non-LMK AUs, that spread the word...

Found an older post discussing this too.

I feel part of it was that the attack from Heaven + possible Samadhi Fire caused by shoving Wukong in a Furnace for 49 days. An ember from the Furnace canonically created the ever-on-fire Flaming/Gaochang Mountains PIF has to keep and eye on).

My hc is that the damage from the war was so bad that the barrier protecting Flower Fruit Mountain/Huaguoshan from the outside world was broken.

I ended up checking out the banishment chapter again to try and wrap my head around the numbers and I discovered something interesting:

(above; screenshot from the Jenner translation.)

I misread from the wording of the Wu translation that the hunters descended two years after the fires, but it seems to actually mean that the kidnappings and hunting have only started within the last wo years of the story i.e the rough amount time Wukong has been freed from the Buddha's Mountian

The first wave of hunters were accidental. They saw what they thought was a new island explode out of the horizon, and thought it would be cool to check it out. They see a monkey desperately foraging for grass seeds and try hunting it. Justice was dealt swiftly, the injured Marshals and King's Warrior protecting their own fiercely.

Not to mention if Erlang and his Plum Hill Lads, feeling immense guilt for the fires, protected the island from invaders while it's King was detained. Hence why Wukong thanked him when they met up again.

The island is given a wide berth from humanity for some time, allowing the monkey population to slowly begin healing.

Most trespassers in Alolai's waters are chased off rather than killed outright. It is far easier to rip fish nets and send castaways on their way than to kill an unfamiliar face and face retribution.

Some of those saved from the waves were even so kind as to ferry yaoguai to the mainland in search of food and allies.

However, this very same mercy allowed tales of a scorched paradise to reach more unscrupulous ears...

The second wave of hunters come prepared to hunt for monkeys and other beasts of the ashen island.

But they were not prepared for demons.

Macaque is far more ruthless than any of the Marshals or surviving soldiers. Any human with a bow or net or knife is swallowed by the shadows before they can emit their death cry.

Those who do manage to get away spread tales of the horror of an island populated entirely by demonic monkey-like beings that fought from the darkness.

And when the Monkey King's pilgrimage becomes common knowledge among demon and celestial kind...

It's likely that both cruel humans and spirits alike took the King's confirmed absence as an easy way to make some money and/or attack the King non-directly. The subjects were caught off guard because they haven't been attacked continuously all those 500s years.

Though I doubt the Brotherhood themselves, for all their disgust at Wukong "betraying them for Heaven" (incorrect), wouldn't be so cruel as to attack FFM (thats Macaque's territory too, even if he's taken a sabbatical) or leak knowledge of it to outsiders.

However, other demons/celestials do not have the grace of having been the Monkey King's sworn kin all those years ago...

Not to mention of those "hunters" are even human to begin with!

It's very likely many of the hunters are in fact demons/celestials - taking advantage of the smallest gap in the island's defence to attack and attempt to conquer the legendary island for their own territory.

And ofc, it is only when the Island's rightful King returns and brings the pain does the attacks stop. No hunter or fiend would be stupid enough to try that again!

Not to mention the pain thats about to come to those who kidnapped, enslaved, and/or ate the Monkey King's subjects...

That is of course unless Macaque has gotten to them first. The Warrior's bond with his King may be fractured, but the monkeys are his subjects too. Using his connections in the entertainment world to seek out and free those stolen to be jesters for mortal and immortal courts.

As for the non-LMK aus it is even more unwise to attack the island!

Why?

Cus if it's in the Hero is Back verse - the Six Eared Macaque has been it's staunch protector this entire time! And the King is literally running home the moment Liuer frees him from the mountain/crystal!

In the Monkey King Reborn-verse it's also pretty stupid to attack the island, since "Smokey" is clearly the more bloodthirsty of the Wukongs and has no qualms crushing anyone who dares hurt his people.

Netflix? Even worse! He grew up with the troop being constantly harassed and hunted by the Havoc demon! Even if he doesn't care/know the monkeys personally, he would still jump to kick hunter butt in their name!

But again, some people really are that stupid to try. *shrugging emoji*

[trizzysblanketfort]

when shadow is throwing a tantrum or having a bad day what does Rouge do to help him calm down?

regressor!shadow and cg!rouge tantrum hcs!!!

firstly, he doesn’t really have normal fits. when he’s really upset, he just sits in a corner and pouts, and refuses to listen or look at anyone. sometimes he can get a little rough, throwing things or kicking things/people that get close to him.

rouge is one of those few people he’s comfortable enough with letting touch him. especially when he’s frustrated or disappointed, he usually goes to her to sit in her lap and pout, at least until he calms down enough to want space.

when is IS mad with rouge, omega just sits with him to prevent him from hurting himself or breaking anything. he’s tolerated having nerf darts shot at him for half an hour from a very angery little hedgehog.

if he get’s upset or scared due to overstimulation, he gets a lot more clingy, and refuses to leave rouge, omega, or the closest stuffie if the prior too aren’t available or he’s too embarrassed to go to anyone else. he shuts down really bad and will just go still and quiet. rouge tends to calm him down with quiet kids shows and pets, helping him relax and feel safe again.

he’s very sensitive to sudden loud noises in general, having trauma related to them, and almost always has earbuds in to keep himself from freaking out in his much more sensitive space (something hard to avoid with a multi-ton killer robot as a roommate).

I had fun writing these ^^ there aren’t that many, I know T-T but I tried my best!!!! Yay :3 this is primarily my minor AU/hc version of shadow, so if he’s a bit ooc sorry 😞 I try to keep him accurate (also don’t mind me trying out a new dni banner!!!)

[pumpkinsy0]

I need more of those soc curly and greaser ponyboy hc 💆‍♂️💆‍♂️

glad to provide!!!

•bc curly is in a better financial spot for this au, i feel like he can explore his different talents more, and he def flexes that in front of pony, hes a show offer

•he has like such a strong cologne that pony cant stand it at times its so strong its like he uses half a bottle of it

•curly ur supposed to b jumping pony, u got him cornered and ur close to him but ur not swinging,,,, was that a kiss i saw🤨🤨

•the gang is thinking pony has a secret admirer, cause lowkey curly DOES act like one, he slips pony notes in his books n locker, sometimes he leaves full on gifts and pony STILL doesnt know how the hell he figured out his locker combo

•pony does NOT wanna b spoiled, he wants to work for his stuff, and he feels like a freeloader just,,,taking what curly gives him (pause on that)

•pony WILL give curly things in return btw, hes broke so it aint much but LOOK, its somethin, curly calls it cute and its always hidden in a drawer somewhere

•not outta shame, but outta “i cant let my family see this”

•the shepards as soc’s would NOTTT b as close as a family, and its superrrr rare, but curly will open up about it and he knows pony wouldnt rlly get it but he opens up to him bc he knows pony would just write him off

•bc they (by they i mean curly) has more to lose if they got found out, they R actually pretty good at keeping whatever they got a secret

•im still trying to think about the shepards back story and how they even became rich, BUT i think it would b interesting if the shepards were new money so hes not exactly accepted into the #socring on top of him being a black rich guy so hes pushed to the side, soooo maybe that gives pony a deeper insight on how things r rough all over??? perchance,,,

[xsaiya]

"Just like THAT." <3

-tags: 18+ MDNI, needy! toji, gn! reader, pet names (slut, mamas, princess, etc.), fingering, big dick toji :3, over-stimulation, titty-play, pussy eating bc yes, dick sucking bc yes, pussy slaps, HEAVY cumming (reader's doing), slight-choking, +more filth, (pls lmk if i miss anything)

-future work: (uppermoon hc's + muzan) (kny) (sfw and nsfw)

-plot: no plot tbh. todays my birthday though :0

-quick notice! : i js wanna note i write for multiple fandoms (ex: kny, bnha, jjk, etc+)

toji is KNOWN for not being gentle in bed, but when he met you, istg he would be so gentle towards you bc he saw you as a piece of shattering glass, but sometimes, just sometimes, he'll be rough with you, and tonight is one of those nights.

toji had came home from work and saw you cooking dinner, you greeted him with a quick 'hello love!' and a beautiful smile, just your face though made him hard. he went behind you, turned off the stove and carried you to the bed, smothering you in neck kisses, his hands roamed all over your body.

and so he could get a better view of your body, he took ALL of your clothes off, revealing your naked body, but he had to give those titties some love before he goes down to ruin your pussy, so he started to pepper some kisses and sucks along your tits, he eventually started to suck and nibble on your nipples, making you whimper.

"M-mmh! S-so goood!" you managed to moan and whimper that out, but after a few minutes, he stopped, which made you complain, but toji had another idea. "hey, since you made me hard, why not suck my dick, hm?" he said while unzipping his pants, taking off his boxers and unleashing that humongous monster shaft of his, "b-but baby, i won't be able to do so-" that was until toji shoved his dick into your mouth, so you kinda had to suck him off, so you did. he let out some occasional whimpers and groans there and there. "mmm, mamas- i'm cumming!" he gripped your hair as he finishes in your mouth, you swallowing it all.

"thanks love, but now I think your beautiful pussy deserves some sucking." after he had said that, he spread your legs wide open before diving his face into your pussy, that's when he started to eat you out, tongue lapping around your pussy, his teeth nibbling on the sweet flesh. a couple of minutes later, maybe around 5-8 mins, you cummed straight into his mouth, he licked off the extra on his lips before he cleaned off his face, then dived his index & middle finger into your sweet drenching hole. you let out a series of moans and moans until you were practically begging for his dick inside of you. "p-please toji! i neeeed your big dick inside a' me, i don't give two fuuckss about your fingers, just dive your dick in, please!"

thats what makes him remove his fingers from your pussy before he flipped you over on your stomach and slamming his humongous shaft into you, you let out a series of 'uhhuhhh's, a-ahhh's!, f-fuck's!' before you were practically screaming it was too much for you. "t-too much a-ahhhh! i-i'm gonna c-cummmm~!" then thats when you cummed, your cum started to even leak out of your pussy and onto your knees about. a couple of minutes later, he cummed hard inside a' you, then he put back his clothes on and continued to make dinner so you didn't have to get up.

but why the fuck did he walk out of the bedroom like it was nothing...

if u can't tell, i love writing fluff.

[crushedsweets]

Do you have any headcanons of Lyra and Toby’s relationship?

this has been in my inbox for like over a week by now because this is a big task in my head. i will focus more on the family itself, but obviously the siblings r there.

ROGERS FAMILY HCS UNDER THE CUT... tw for abuse and addiction, of course

ok. WE'RE GETTING PERSONAL HERE. im the eldest daughter of 3 so the way in which i project into older siblings is insane. ive also had an addict father(no where near like frank though let me clarify) so in general . . the story.. makes me feel very...... basically their relationship is very personal to me.

lyra is about 2-3 years older than toby.

frank's dad was in the vietnam war, his grandparents were in wwii, his grandparents in wwi, etc. so he went into military service right after marrying connie. for a long while, he was SUPER military strict. those kids were up, made their bed, and down for chores by 6am everyday. he made them do military time rather than civilian time. he was incredibly traditional, expected a perfectly clean household, a polite soft daughter, a strong bold son, perfect wife. he wanted the 1950s nuclear family model. so toby and lyra grew up in a very clean, strict, traditional household.

in my au, frank wasnt outright abusive until the kids were around 8-11. it was after he developed his addictions and lost his job. the kids really didnt understand what was changing at first, and legitimately were like 'omg dad isnt making us wake up at 5am everyday..... this is so cool'.

theyd start having sleepovers in eachothers room, slacking a bit on chores, going to sleep late, sleeping in. toby didnt develop his tourettes until he was around 7, so lyra and toby would walk home from their elementary school together. sometimes, theyd walk another friend home first, stop at convenience stores to get candy, pet a cat, etc. frank didnt say a thing for the first few months, just drunken grumbles along connies worried 'WHERE HAVE U BEEN'. if they weren't walking around the area, they were in the backyard playing soccer.

eventually the abuse began, and all of those little freedoms were quickly stripped from the kids.

toby developing tourrettes around this time was a painful coincidence, because not only did he experience abuse at home, but awful bullying at school. he was promptly pulled out after completing 3rd grade. he was only 8.

lyra would practically run home from school everyday, as fast as a 12 year old girl with a backpack could manage, just because she spent all 7 hours in school worrying about toby at home. connie had to start working to pay bills, so..

when toby was around 11 and lyra was around 13, toby started kinda just. being more distant. he was kind of a dick to lyra for a period of time, half because of everything he was going through, half because puberty is rough. his room started getting messy, lyra had to start picking up chores he was slacking on , etc. lyra isnt perfect and began to resent toby for this, and eventually, the two were kinda at eachothers throats for like 6 months. which isnt a lot, but for kids, its an eternity.

when franks abuse evolved from ''just'' verbal abuse, to shoves, to slaps, to full on beatings, toby started egging frank on. just to get him off of lyra and connie. obviously he couldnt feel it, and while it sure took a fucking mental toll, it was so much easier to just wait it out rather than listen to the girls cry.

lyra didnt even realize toby was doing this for a while, she just thought it was all part of him going through his little hormonal asshole phase, until one day frank made a fucked up comment about 'youre lucky that boy is always causing trouble. was supposed to be you'. then it kinda clicked and she very quickly tried to fix their relationship back to what it was.

frank eventually scared connie so badly that there'd be periods of time where she'd take the kids in the middle of the night, and run off to either her parents place, or even a random hotel in another city. she'd use cash, force the kids to keep their phones at home, leave literally everything behind and often make the kids pick out new toothbrushes at a random walmart. etc. it would only last a few days each time, and lyra fought so hard to stay strong while her mom cried and toby closed himself off.

she'd try to get toby to come to the hotel pools with her, try to get him to watch tv with her, try to get him to just fucking talk to her. he was often catatonic during these little runaways, once the confusion adrenaline and fear wore off

it wasnt until they went around a month without seeing their father, and frank had some weird fucking. 'those are MY kids too' thing and went to connie's parents house while all the adults were out, and forced the kids back home. this was the first time lyra was full on sobbing and begging and pleading in years. that was what shifted something in toby, too.

now tobys 13, lyras 15, and theyre on better footing. theyre starting to understand eachother. tobys back on keeping up with chores, knowing that either him lyra or connie was going to get beat if they were missed. sometimes he'd just silently come into lyras room and lay down and watch tv with her. they'd talk about books, about school, their trust was built right back up and toby ended up being the first to know about lyras school drama, gossip, boys, etc.

toby wasn't really socialized properly, since he's been homeschooled for 6 years by now. all the time, he'd hear lyras stories, and wish he could go to school. his mom would be horrified anytime toby asked, because all she could remember was her sweet boy coming home and crying into her arms after a day of being mocked and pushed around by peers.

so he began to live through lyra, in a sense ? he almost became a diary for lyra, and he kinda loved it. she was like a sitcom to him.

frank wasnt a good father by any means during this period, he was still awful, but he wasn't constantly looking for trouble. the kids kept to themselves, connie did everything she was expected to, he didnt give a shit about their grades or social lives. he couldn't even recgonize when lyra was coming home late.

lyra got her license the second she turned 16. the house had two cars, and its not like frank was ever going anywhere, so she was always going everywhere. she adored the freedom, and took toby wherever he'd let her. he only really left the house if he was going grocery shopping with his mom or something, so it was kinda weird now that he was just. going to malls. going to restaurants. going to parks. just Hanging Out. every now and again he'd stick around when Lyra was with her friends, but he didn't like them so it was rare.

sometimes theyd just drive together for a long time. at night, she was the one to take him to every hospital visit, she even got him to volunteer at a pet shelter she worked at for a bit. 3 years and they become so close again, and lyra is tobys best friend. she's his entire world because who else does he have ? he loves his mom, but she's married to the man he hates more than anything

toby was 16 and lyra was 18 when frank strangled toby till he passed out. thats finally when connie kicked frank out, forcing frank to go live on his moms couch. lyra was mortified and started spending an absurd amount of time with toby. she took online community college courses just so she could spend even more time with toby, and it didnt hurt to do so since frank wasnt there anymore. things were getting better for the family, frank was gone, lyra was in college, connie was working, toby was volunteering at shelters and even had a few acquaintances he'd talk to now and again.

lyra picked toby up from the shelter he volunteered at when the accident happened.

lyra and connie had matching silver necklaces with a circle pendant that had their initials. toby didnt cuz frank would get pissed if toby tried wearing jewelry, but when lyra died, toby immediately clung to it. he wears it religiously. the only time he takes it off is if he knows he's going to kill someone that day. otherwise, its always on him.

lyra died and was buried in colorado. toby lives in alabama now. so he really doesnt visit her grave often. only on her birthday, he'll scramble together some money and get brian, tim, and kate to agree to cover his uh. 'shifts' with slenderman, and take a few loooonnnggg train rides over to colorado.

he'll leave two bouquets of flowers. one for lyra, one for connie.

connie just feels in her heart that its toby. she has no reason to believe it, they've never bumped into eachother (toby's visiting at like 2am and falls asleep near the grave for a few hours), but she knows nobody else whos visiting lyras grave and leaving two sets of the same flowers.

toby and lyras childhood home was put on sale shortly after it was reconstructed from the fire, and connie moved in with her sister. lyras bedroom door was the only one that was shut and left unscathed after the fire (legitimately keep your doors shut if you ever have a housefire it can save entire bedrooms and even lives). the rest of the house was ruined, but not lyras room. connie kept every single one of her belongings, but she's put some photos out on the grave. tobys taken them, and connie believes it was him. again, she has no reason to believe it other than the flowers and 'why would someone take a photo of my dead daughter.'

anyway hi. in tears. i love them. sorry. i just retell their story over and over and get sad everytime

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I have this au/thought in my head for WEEKS.

I don't know how to explain this, but basically, when Pickle was found in America, coincidentally, another ancient living being was found inside a rock in Japan! So once the rock cracks, they release Oni Y/N in the same containment as Pickle, however, this makes the scientists wonder if other so called "mythical creatures" existed wayyy back in the period where people in Japan hunted these mythical creatures or believed in them, and that history or those stories are indeed real

Oni Y/N is basically younger than pickle (she's not from the Jurrasic era) but she acts much more mature than him and completely uninterested in fighting

The scientists couldn't tell if Oni Y/N is a man or female, however based on how Pickle acts around her, they're going to guess that the Oni is a woman

Oni Y/N is just as tall as Pickle, possibly a bit taller, standing at 8'8

I don't want to describe too much about her looks, but I imagine her wearing a mask that is connected to a fake wig, along with long ass clothes and sleeves, and none of those shows her figure, one of the reason why they couldn't figure out her gender in the first place is because the second she got released from that damned rock, she got up quickly so they didn't have the chance to atleast examine her thoroughly

It's your choice whether you want to make a small hc or a story of this, I'm fine with it either way, also can the potential love interest be between Jack and Pickle???

Love your work btw, keep it up🔥❤

I kinda want this to be a series... But that's up to you ofc!

-🎧anon

(ps: I know this is so long and I'm sorry, but this has been running in my mind for weeks, just needed to tell this to someone 😭)

I’m going to hope that the oni you imagined is depicted in the traditional way, because that’s the immediate thought I had when reading your idea. Japanese oni is one of my favorite things to draw, so before I could plan any text I begun a rough doodle of Reader instead. Although without the robes or mask, so we can get a proper glimpse at the giant demoness.

To add to your story, I suspect Yuujirou would also be very much interested in a powerful, mythical creature that has been brought back to life and could easily crush any opponent with little effort. I’d be tempted to go for a harem ending but I doubt Yuujirou is willing to share. Then again, does he have a choice? One knows better than to incur the wrath of the original Ogre.