#hcasks

Welcome to the mysterious and magical land of Hatchetfield, where fantastical creatures coexist with humans, even if not harmoniously.

This is an ask blog for a Nerdy Prudes Must Die Gorgon AU. Before anything else, lets dive into the main characters.

The Gorgons

Stephanie Lauter - Transfemme, bisexual, demigod queen. After disobeying her Godly Father during his trails to make her powerful he curses her to be a gorgon. Her snakes are Brazilian Rainbow Boas.

Ruth Fleming - Transfemme bisexual. Her parents had disrespected a god who cursed their unborn child, after being born a gorgon they abandoned her and she was raised by satyrs. She was all alone until she found Steph and Grace. Her snakes are Axanthic conda morph Hognoses.

Grace Chasity - Cis, lesbian. She was a priestess to a virgin goddess and while trying to figure out her sexuality she lost her virginity to a man inside the goddesses temple, getting her cursed as a gorgon and banished. Her snakes are Diamondback Rattlesnakes.

Richard Lipschitz - Transmasc and aroace. He was being forced into a marriage he didn't want and he begged for the gods to save him, one of them took pity on the boy and "cursed" him as a gorgon, being the only gorgon of the group who was happy about the situation. His snakes are Blue Eyed Leucistic Ball Pythons.

The Humans

Maxwell Jägerman - Cis, pansexual, demigod. While making his name as a hero he was tasked by Ruth's parents to kill their wicked monster of a son, but when he arrived all he found was a beautiful woman.

Peter Spankoffski - Transmasc and bisexual. Pete was ordered to get snake venom from a gorgon in order to save his brother Ted from being wrongfully imprisoned, only to meet and fall in love with Steph.

THE SHIP PAIRINGS ARE LAUTSKI, MAX+RUTH+GRACE, AND RICHIE IS AROACE UNINTERESTED IN DATING.

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And with that out of the way, here are the mod introductions!

Mod Muse 🍓

Hiya! Mod Muse here, but you can just call me Muse! Pronouns are she/her! I'm a writer and the creator of this au! You can also find me at my side blog @hatchetfield-omegaverse ! Feel free to shoot me a message any time about the characters, hcs, general lore, fic ideas, or just to send love! I hope you like this au!

Mod Prophet 🐍

Heyo! You can call me Mod Prophet, Prophet, or Snake! My pronouns are They/It/He and im a writer, I'm also the resident Snake expert who assigned the gorgons their snakes. I'm hellenic so I'm mostly here to help make sure this au is respectful to my religion while still taking elements from greek mythology. Please feel free to direct asks at me if you have questions about the snakes themselves or anything related to the mythology and culture of this AU

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ANWHEHDBWNW WAAAAAH THANK YOU. PLEASE THATS SO KIND

I’m just so happy y’all like my little writings like on god I’ve had doubt and such and omg EEEEE I’m just happy y’all like may brain scramblies.

Makes my heart dance! THANK YOU I WILL TAKE CARE EEEEE

As thanks for a whole thousand of you following me despite how lazy I’ve been in the past few months, I’ve been getting my write on and I have a little snippet of my next one shot (that’ll probably turn into a two shot and so on because haha self control who is she?) 

Ages ago, I had a few people who were particularly interested in that bit in Covert Ops Part II- specifically the part involving Toshinori’s tie and the reader’s neck.

Well, I ran with it. 

Hopefully this will leave you thirsting for the rest of it ;D

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This week had royally sucked and there was only one thing that would improve it. His lips quirked and you saw his tongue run across his teeth. The same teeth that would often leave bruising imprints in your neck and shoulders. 

You knew what was coming and that warm, pleasant feeling of wetness spread slowly but steadily between your legs. 

Your lips parted, soft huffs of air warming the front of his pants. His cock was so close and you wanted it, wanted to take him into your mouth and give him a front seat show to just how much you appreciated him.

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he soothed, noticing how impatient you were.

Suddenly, the soft silken material of his tie was being wrapped around your throat and knotted. He twisted the other end and wound it around his fist, giving an experimental tug. 

When it tightened ever so slightly, you moaned, emboldened by his enjoyment.

Fuck, being choked- controlled like this shouldn’t send sparks dashing across every nerve ending. But it did and you tugged back to tighten it a little bit more.

“Better?” he asked and you nodded eagerly, dying to get on with things. The material around your throat was just tight enough to remind you who was in control here and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, pressing an open mouthed kiss against the outline of his cock. He grunted, pleased.

“Okay, you know the rules sweetheart. Red if you want to stop. Yellow if you need a moment. Green if everything is fine. What’s our safe word?”

“Toshi,” you breathed, exasperated but not overly so. “I know the safe word. We’re on a time limit here baby.”

“Humour me darling,” was his firm, no nonsense answer and he gave you a look that meant he wasn’t messing around. He wanted to be sure that you knew it. 

You nodded quickly. You were both well versed enough now that he didn’t really need to repeat the rules every time but it was sweet that he did anyway. He really did go out of his way to accommodate your comfort when you both got a little kinky like this.

It was just one of the many reasons that the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing had never worked out between you. He was just too damn good to you. So good in fact that he’d managed to worm his way into your heart without you even noticing.

He tugged on your makeshift leash once more, bringing you back to reality and you finally snorted out, “Watermelon.”

It only took a little laugh on his part to trigger your own dumb guffaw.

So you both giggled to yourselves at the absurdity behind that word- a shared story of absolute shame, embarrassment and too much tequila that must never be told again. Why he’d insisted on it being your safe word, you would never know.

He beamed down at you, all starry eyed and you were a little worried that your expression was much the same. Still smiling like a lovesick idiot, you nuzzled against him, nosing at the zipper of his slacks and making an impatient noise.

In a split second, his eyes darkened like he suddenly remembered where you both were. 

Auditorium.

U.A.

A very big possibility of getting caught doing something incredibly naughty. You sobered, partly because of the thrill of danger thrumming through your veins. Partly because the number one hero was staring down at you, tie in hand and looking like he wanted nothing more than to eat you whole.

“Now,” he rumbled, voice like thunder in the sky, sounding miles away from his usual cheery self and more like a teacher about to dish out some serious punishment. “Daddy’s cock won’t suck itself, will it?” 

No, you thought hazily, feeling your knees tremble and your clit throb in time with your racing heart. 

You would definitely have to do something about that.

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Hopefully you won’t have to wait too long to find out what happens next... 

Well. I mean, we all know what happens next because it’s me but damn it, I’m trying to be suspenseful!

Anyway, thank you all so much again for following me and I wish I could offer you more, like a giveaway or something but I really wasn’t prepared to look at my follower count today and see that O_O So you all caught me off guard. I’ll hopefully try doing something in the future to celebrate a little more though!

which hc song is most relevant in your life right now? 

which hc song are you (and why)? 

which unreleased  song would you give your first born to be released?

the song that sold hc to you (doesn’t have to be the first you heard)?

if you had to give up one hc song, which one? 

if you could only keep 5 hc songs, which ones? 

you have to name your dog/cat/child after a hc song, which song is it?

favourite line of lyrics? 

you’re getting lyrics tattooed on yourself, which ones are they? 

Oh boy do we!

Firstly, because Grace's snakes are Rattlesnakes, she is a hot tempered girl. Which fits because so is Ruth! Grace is extremely protective of what's hers or what she thinks is hers. She has two little rattles coming out of the bottom of her head and whenever she feels threatened, real or imagined, they rattle very loudly.

Grace was a priestess to the Goddess Webby, making her the only person in our main characters born on Webbys land (by a technicality) during her priesthood she was struggling with her sexuality. As far as Grace was concerned, she was forced to remain a virgin in order to be a priestess. One of the other gods whispered in her ear to explore and, being a bit deluded as usual, Grace slept with a man, quickly realizing she was a lesbian. Her grave mistake though was sleeping with him in Webbys temple. The God who tricked Grace cursed her with being a Gorgon and out of belief her Goddess abandoned her, she fled from the temple and went into hiding.

Eventually she finds her way to The Isle of Gorgons, but I'll save that for the actual fics ;3

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“Um, what does this mean?”

A phone was shoved in front of your face inelegantly and it took a second of crossed eyed blinking to realise that it belonged to All Might. So did the hand holding it.

Pushing it away, you turned to smile up at him. 

“Hi,” you said, leaning up for a kiss. He was looking especially dapper today, having chosen a dark, charcoal suit for the press conference in lieu of his others.

He obliged you briefly before pulling back and waving his phone at you again. Focusing your eyes, you could just make out the message that you’d sent him the night before.

Good luck tomorrow bae xx <3

“Um, it means good luck for the conference?” you answered, cocking your head at him. “I know how much you hate them.” You finished by reaching up and straightening his tie- the red and blue a stark contrast to his white shirt. 

“No, the end part. B-A-E. I’m old sweetheart, I don’t do abbreviations remember?” he said, giving you a sheepish grin. You rolled your eyes at him, tutting. 

“Oh hush. Old,” you scoffed disbelievingly. “Anyway, it’s just a term of endearment. It stands for Before Anyone Else. Now people just sorta use it as a whole word.” You shrugged while you explained it, so focused on fixing his damned crooked tie that you almost missed the look he was giving you.

“I’m before anyone else?” he asked, looking all starry eyed and tugging you against him. He kissed you then, all deep and slow and you almost- almost- fell for it.

“Hmm, nice try,” you pulled away and patted his chest. “Press conference. Now. You can be romantic later.”

Grumbling, he did as you said and did an about face turn, heading in the direction of the room. He threw one last look over his shoulder at you, smile wide and happy before he disappeared around the corner.

Yeah.

A/N: Y’all knew what the costume was gonna be lol

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“Are you ever coming out? It starts in an hour and I told Aizawa that we would be early!” 

All Might’s voice carried through the door and to you as you twisted and turned, giving an appreciative glance towards your own ass in the bathroom mirror. Hell yeah, you looked amazing.

You also hated this stupid goddamn holiday. 

The very thought of going to a faculty fancy dress party had ruined your mood for weeks- or, at least until you’d come up with this ingenious plan. Toshi, much like the big kid that he was, had been buzzing for a chance to dress up in something other than his hero outfit for the entire month of October.

You almost hated taking it away from him. But, as you surveyed yourself again one last time, you could probably place bets on what he was going to enjoy more.

And yeah, the costume was a little cliche but he kind of dug cliche things. 

“Okay, I’m coming!” you called, a wicked grin spreading across your face at the intentional double entendre. Give it fifteen minutes... “Close your eyes.”

You heard him chuckle, obviously thrilled that you were getting into the spirit. You licked your bottom lip, adjusting the top one last time. It was showtime, ladies. Look perky as fuck.

“They’re closed. Come on, lemme see. I promise I won’t laugh!”

You cracked the door open, peeking around to make sure that he actually did have his eyes closed. There was your mountain of a boyfriend, eyes squeezed shut and a goofy smile spread across his face. Arousal jolted between your legs. 

In a show of solidarity to the people he worked with day in and day out, he’d settled on going as a police officer. Well, wasn’t that just fucking delicious? Jesus, you thought, please tell me that outfit came with handcuffs...

Shaking yourself, you slunk forward and struck a pose in front of your shared bed. This had better work- you didn’t have a backup costume.

“Open ‘em,” you said confidently, hands on your hips.

“Heh, it’s about... time-” he choked on the last word when he finally took in what he was seeing. “Holy shit.” His jaw went slack, his breath catching in the back of his throat as dark eyes raked over you. Up, then down, then back up to your smug face.

It had been way too easy to hunt down a sexy All Might costume. Although, calling it a costume was a bit of a stretch. It was, more or less, a sexy All Might bikini.

You should probably worry about the implications of one even existing, but that would mean that you would miss out on the slack jawed, gaping expression on his face and you wouldn’t want that. 

Clearly, he liked seeing you in his colours.

“What do you say, officer? Need my help?” you asked, reaching out to flick across a black button on his chest. He groaned out an absolutely pathetic sound, reaching out for your waist but you slipped away, grinning at him and tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Ah, ah!” you scolded, shivering under the almost feral look he shot you. “We don’t want to be late to the party...” 

You almost made it to the bottom of the stairs, but jumped at the speed he followed you at, sweeping you up and practically throwing you over his shoulder. You suddenly found the world upside down with a magnificent view of his ass in those pants.

“Fuck the party,” he rumbled, his palm drifting down across your own ass with absolutely scandalous intent. 

Oh the violation of it all!

His fingers danced dangerously close to where you were aching and wet and you went limp, not even bothering to put up a pretend fight anymore.

“Don’t rip the panties,” you said suddenly as you reached the top of the stairs. He turned his head to glance down at your face. You beamed back at him. “What? They’re growing on me.”