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chaichaiiskai · 5 months

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NO PICKLE X MALE READER??? I GOT YOU.

pickle x prehistoric! shot male reader who's like his most precious s/o and overprotective during the prehistoric times and then now in the future. it can be fluff with a bit of angst.

almost the same height as baki or something.

notes: okay okay okay, I'm so sorry I'm late on this but I now have the brain capacity to write somethin' worth readin'...

yandere-ish! possessive! pickle x prehistoric! male! reader

warnings: violence, blood, body horror (not to reader), pickle is a lil' yandere ngl—, possessive and protective behavior, angst, kidnapoing, mention of smut but no explicit descriptions, male reader, amab reader, mxm, mlm, homophobes dni, mdni, 3.7k+ words (I went a lil' ham ngl)

Unexpectedly, the Jurassic research team had never expected to have a primitive man at their fingers, suspended in time and saline— not just one, but two. However, strangely enough, they both looked distinctively different, one was much taller and muscular than the other, causing the researchers to question the periods in time in which both had existed. That was quickly disproven despite this, seeing how the two of the men were encased in the very same saline rock, back to back as if they'd been frozen in time in the middle of protecting each other from an outside threat. On the outside looking in, it was quite poetic in a way, a clear display of humanity in its ideal form, hardened in resin. It was almost a shame that they would be carefully melting away the rock to get a better view of the two men encased in the saline.

The biggest theory amongst the researchers was that the two men could potentially be siblings, the taller one being the oldest brother while the younger was the shorter one; even if they didn't explicitly look alike. There was also the theory about them being father and son, there was no definitive answer— yet.

And so, with as much excitement as most scientists who were ready to discover something new, the thawing process had begun on the saline rock that held two great mysteries.

It took a bit of time for the researchers to thaw the rock with pure caution, wanting to keep the two beings intact as much as possible and so, they'd decided to thaw one side at a time— starting with the smaller man first. About two days later, they had managed to thaw him out completely and get him onto a gurney that surprisingly creaked and squeaked under his weight. They hooked the man up to monitors and machines, eager to see what exactly was going on with him, and to their shock— there was a faint heartbeat which required more close surveillance from them. The man looked almost as if he was stuck in a peaceful sleep, seemingly unable to wake up.

Half of the research team found themselves debating on whether or not they would apply modern technology to this man, wanting to reanimate him while the other focused on melting away the rest of the saline and getting a better look at the beast of a man while keeping the smaller man under surveillance.

And to their astonishment (and horror) the beast woke as they had managed to melt the saline away, stopping about halfway past his torso. One could only imagine the look of terror on the faces of the small, everyone was small compared to this creature, scientists as they stared up at him. He simply stared back, unmoving, but blinking, glancing around briefly at his confusing new surroundings that looked nothing like what he knew when he was younger.

Project Pickle was a success, but could the same be said about Project Cucumber?

Despite the looming and watchful eyes of the eight foot tall man who watched each and every one of them as they worked, the scientist continued to melt away the saline while Pickle remained still. Based on instinct alone, he did not sense any imminent danger, therefore, he saw none of the people in the room as immediate threats.

That did not last long, when he was completely free, he began to look around more, almost as if he was looking for something specific, tendrils of dark locks swinging as he looked rather perplexed. Then, he briefly sniffed the air, pupils dilating as his gaze zeroed in on the high security door that kept him tucked away in a metal box he didn't care to think about. And he began to walk towards the door, unknowing of what he was doing exactly, and stared at it, sniffing the air once again.

Surprisingly, the military personnel that worked as security on the premises didn't even bother to move, not even when the beast of a man snatched the door clean off it's securely bolted in to get a peek inside. He then crouched under the doorway to walk through it, almost like he was walking into a cave and made his way towards the gurney that held Cucumber's sleeping form. The scientist in the room all audibly gasped, shuddering in fear as he took some steps forward, standing at the foot of the gurney that still held your body.

The silence in the facility was deafening, even a single needle would be heard if it were to hit the cold tile floor.

And that's when Pickle moved, grabbing a hold of your calf to give it a squeeze that would have surely shattered the bones of a modern hero. Coincidentally, it had only caused your eyes to shoot open, a sound of anger coming from your mouth that was accustomed to a growl as you sat up, grabbing at the hand of the being who'd rudely woken you from your sleep. Only then when you were awake did Pickle loosen his grip and your eyes met for the first time in over hundreds of millions of years. The moment was wholesome to the two of you, but somewhat eerie to those looking on the outside in.

From then on, Pickle and Cucumber were given their own special area where they spent all their time together. There was one thing that was quite noticeable about the pair, Pickle did not like it when people got too close to Cucumber, often growling and baring his teeth at anyone who came too close. On the other hand, he would let the scientist get close to him so long as they kept their distance from you. Their interactions were simple enough, no words were exchanged but there was the occasional grunt and groan as they seemed to speak to each other in their own silent way. The original theories of the scientist believing that you were siblings was proving stronger and stronger with each day.

That— however, would soon change upon witnessing an... interaction between the two of you.

One late evening, the scientists were simply busying themselves with their research, not even paying much attention to the two men in their makeshift habitat. That was until the sound of growling, hissing, and other wild, animalistic noises coming from one of the monitors that was watching over the Projects. Curiously, the several scientists turned to look at the screen, mostly with mystified looks on their faces.

It looked like Pickle and Cucumber were battling, roughhousing in the dirt of the carefully constructed enclosure, biting and scratching at one another. Almost immediately, the scientists were ready to jump into action to find some way to subdue the two of them before something horrible happened and ruined their research, but nothing could have prepared them for what came next.

The winner of the wrestling match was Pickle, and he was eager to claim his prize. The scene that played out on the monitor was enough to make every single personnel who was watching blush like roses in a garden.

Welp, there goes their family theory... The last thing they had ever expected was that these two primitive men would be engaging in a romantic partnership, yet here they were— the sounds the two of them were making was proof. And surely, they should have all looked away, but they couldn't seem to look away, only doing so when the two men had both tired each other and decided to fall asleep, cuddling together as if they hadn't just violated each other in the most criminal and animalistic way. The two of them looked almost innocent in a way, Pickle easily dwarfed Cucumber in the spooning embrace but at least the two of them seemed comfortable.

From then on, the researchers that watched you both seemed to look at your interactions under a new light, noticing the romantic undertones with everything the two of you did together.

Pickle had a refusal to eat things that he did not actively hunt and seeing how there were no animals in the enclosure, he did not eat. And fortunately, considering the differences in biology, the primitive man was able to withstand being without food for a much longer period of time than what modern day people could do now.

A few weeks after being thawed from your saline sanctuaries, and constantly being observed by the weirdly skinny people with their weird furs, you were beginning to become more and more curious yourself. So much so that while Pickle was sleeping and one of the massive walls moved, your eyes immediately flew towards it and watched as one of the skinny people came into the room cautious and careful, holding something in their hands that seemed to be carrying other things. In interest, you stared at them, watching their every move, staying completely alert as they set the thing with things down and scurried away behind the moving wall.

Pickle was still slumbering deeply as you stared at the new thing in your enclosure before slowly approaching, sniffing around so that you could safely close the distance. As you got closer, familiar scents filled your nose and a sound of approval, similar to the sound of a chirp, was heard before you picked up a familiar fruit, peeling it off its skin and beginning to happily indulge in the fruity flavor. You sat beside the thing of things, the bowl of fruit, and happily ate the delicious treat, crossing your legs in a comfortable manner.

The eyes of your lover soon fluttered and he felt around on the ground, using his touch to try and find you, and when he is unable to, an angry growl is the only sound he makes before getting onto all fours, glancing around like a predator on a hunt. That was until he felt your presence and smelled you again, along with some strangely familiar scents and so he crawled in the direction of whether the scent was strongest.

If there was one thing to give credit on, it was the enclosure that the scientist has carefully constructed for the two of you looked like a forest, filled with trees and dirt and patches of grass, but there was an area where you often would relax— a clearing where the trees were a bit more sparse and the dirt was more abundant. That was also where Pickle and Cucumber were able to see the wall move and keep a close eye on the scientists and researchers who entered the enclosure.

The man crawled his way towards where he could smell where your scent was strongest and soon stumbled upon you hunched over, back facing him, and shoving things in your mouth, stuffing your cheeks with your newfound feast. Be that as it may, upon sensing Pickle's presence, you paused and in your squatting position, you shuffled your feet around, pivoting so that you could face Pickle. Soon enough, you flashed him a grin, mouth drenched in sweet juices as you beckoned him over with a hand.

He trusted you completely, but the same couldn't be said about what you were consuming, his eyes peeking between you and the fruit as he slowly crawled towards you. As soon as Pickle was within reach, you were quick to pluck one of the grapes from its stem and shove into his mouth, almost as if you were nonverbally saying 'try this!'

Caught off guard by the strange thing shoved in his mouth, he nearly spit it out but you quickly gave him a pleading look, puppy eyes causing his shoulders to slump, holding the grape in his mouth rather awkwardly. Huffing in frustration at him, you pointed a clawed nail towards your mouth and pretended to chew before pointing at Pickle, a look of concentration on your face as you nodded at him, hoping he'd get the message— he did.

At first, you couldn't tell how he'd felt about the grapes based on his facial expressions alone but that soon changed when his eyes widened, and then an approving sound followed.

"Hm!"

You couldn't agree more, grinning as you plucked a few more grapes, making a sound similar to a laugh when Pickle basically unhinged his jaw as you threw grapes in his mouth, one by one like a childish game.

This was another thing that the researchers had noticed, the two of you were easily amused by the simplest things, acting rather childishly despite both being full-grown adults. It was almost endearing in a way, watching the two of you, mostly you, feed each other fruits, enjoying yourselves with no active threats of danger in your lives. It was almost something to be jealous of... And that was when the researchers' curiosity seemed to spark, and perhaps an experiment would lead to some interesting results, as dangerous as they may be, but it would take an intricate amount of planning for every possible outcome.

Weeks pass.

At the exact same time every day, more bowls of fruit are brought for the two of you, the amount of fruit only seeming to double in sizes each and every time. The two of you actively seem to enjoy the fruit, the grapes being an especially popular fruit between the two of you. You were often feeding Pickle and yourself the fruit, happily enjoying them each and every time.

And just as usual, one of the skinny people brought in more bowls of fruit, with even more fruit than you could ever imagine. And naturally, you both dug right in, enjoying the sweet flavors wholeheartedly. That was until the world began to spin around you and Pickle, your vision growing spotty and blurred. Before either you or Pickle can register, your body's hit the ground and the last thing you see is Pickle attempting to crawl over you, wishing to protectively drape himself over your body but you lose consciousness before seeing if he's made it.

Much to the surprise of the researchers, the tranquilizers they'd injected into the fruit had finally worked! And now they could perform their experiment in peace— a great number of security personnel piled into the enclosure and grabbed a hold of your body, carrying you out of the enclosure and shutting the door behind themselves, carrying you to somewhere else within the facility.

The door was then properly amped up with the greatest technology the facility could offer, mostly looking to measure the strength of Pickle and his partnership with you.

When the next day came, Pickle awoke, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the enclosure he was entrapped in. He slowly sat up once his senses were back at their full use, though his body was still a bit drowsy and tiredly glanced around. Naturally, he was wondering where you were, causing him to click his teeth together in a particular way, calling out for you in his own special call.

And when he got no response, usually an excitable chirp, he got on all fours and began to crawl around the enclosure, sniffing and looking for where you could be hiding. Having been in the enclosure for so long, your scent was still lingering and he knew that you liked to play games— hiding from him, but with each passing second of him calling you and climbing up a few trees to find your usual hiding places, his panic was becoming more and more apparent. And before anyone could register the true terror of Pickle, the man stood on his two feet and roared at the fake sky, the power from it was enough to shake the entire enclosure.

The pure, unfiltered rage could be felt even through the security cameras currently being observed.

Perhaps this was a mistake.

Another growl followed before Pickle could be seen barreling towards the moving wall // enforced door with great speed and animosity, almost as if he knew that they were withholding his beloved from him. A line of personnel were on the other side of the door, prepared for what was to come next, and when he came in contact with the door, slamming his head into the metal, a noticeable dent from the outside was created but the door did not immediately give out. Another roar of anger came from him as reared back and began to repeatedly pound his fists into the door, dent after dent being put into the door that would not budge like the one he'd destroyed after waking up.

On the other side of the facility, you weren't doing any better, having woken up about an hour after Pickle, you were surprised to see the new enclosure, confused on where you were and most importantly— where Pickle was. Nothing smelt or felt familiar and you couldn't sense him. And unlike Pickle, you didn't immediately react with rage, instead, you reacted in a rather panicked way, climbing up the nearest tree for a better vantage point. When you saw no sight of Pickle, the anxiety began to set in, not even considering the possibility that he was still somewhat close by and that you'd been forcibly separated from him by the researchers who were still observing you both with keen eyes, notebooks and pens in hand.

They keep you separated for days, watching as Pickle's rage only grows and your anxiety seems to be eating away at you, almost deteriorating you at a rapid pace. Watching your differing reactions was proving to be even more interesting than they'd originally hypothesized. And while doing this experiment, the scientist had not revealed themselves to either primitive men, but about four days after the experiment started, one of the researchers had offered that they go back to sending in the bowls of fruit to see how they'd react.

Naturally, they chose to give you the fruit first.

And when the wall opened, your gaze immediately snapped up and you moved faster than they'd anticipated, hurriedly approaching the person with the bowl of fruit on all fours. The scientist is horrified at first, watching as you stare at him with pleading, puppy-like eyes. And then, you open your mouth before closing it, almost as if you were trying to say something but were hesitating.

Every scientist was on the edge of their seats, not expecting your reaction in the slightest.

Your mouth opens and closes a few more times before you finally speak, though the words are a bit broken, syllables are a bit hard to comprehend for you at the moment.

"Hmm...hm...hi—him." You move your hands above your head and begin to mess with the air, almost as if you were playing with long hair, obviously talking about Pickle.

"Wh...wha...wha...here..? Whe—whe...where?"

You did not get the reaction you wanted, watching as the scientist dropped the bowl of fruit and ran away, the wall shutting quickly behind him. As soon as the door fully closed, you lunged at it and slammed your fists onto it, broken words soon following as you pleaded, eyes beginning to water.

"Plee...plea— plea..? Please?!"

The sight of you whimpering and pounding your fists on the door is nearly enough to make the scientists sympathetic, watching as you crumble in on yourself, clearly suffering from some kind of abandonment issue. So much so that you were willing to speak their language to try and communicate. They wondered if you could learn more words and perhaps even sentences in the future. Perhaps they should have separated the two of you since the very beginning.

On the fifth day, Pickle had stopped pounding on the door, the amount of dents he'd left in the door was a concerning amount and the personnel had even grown fearful that he'd end up breaking through it soon, but they were fortunate that it seemed he'd given up. And instead, he simply sat down in front of the door, crossing his legs and his arms over his chest, waiting for the wall to open, almost as if he was expecting it.

It never opened.

Not that day.

Not the next day.

And not the next day.

The doors would open often for you, the scientists would bring you fruit and strange things while they spoke to you, trying to get you to talk to them again but your eyes were always wandering behind them, looking for Pickle in hopes of seeing him again. You do not remember the last time you'd been with him for such a long period of time, your anxiety seemed to build with each day.

"If you can just say one word— we'll bring you back to your mate, okay?"

The scientist said, waving their hands around as if that was going to help you understand what they were getting at. You simply furrowed your brows at them, trying to understand the weird noises they were saying to you. The language barrier was obvious.

As one would expect, the scientists were frustrated by the progress, trying to express to you their desires and what they wanted. They were getting nowhere.

Pickle had remained seated like a statue in front of the door, unmoving and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He had to find you, and he wasn't going to let this strange thing stop him from doing so.

Though he may not be the smartest, he knew that his fists had worn down this strange stone wall and just a few more shoves would soon bend to his will. And so, suddenly, he stood up and got into a fighting position, bringing his fist back before shooting it forward at the speed of a bullet that breaks the sound barrier with a clap and the door goes flying, crushing the line of personnel on the other side against the nearest wall, turning them into mush.

He steps out, a blank, uninterested stare on his face. An alarm soon goes off at this, seeing how he'd just brutally murdered some of security, but that didn't stop Pickle from continuing to walk, eager to find where you are, wanting nothing more than to have you back safe in his arms. And if that means crushing the skulls of small people, he wouldn't mind, so long as he got back to you.

#— chai’s asks. !!#male reader #x male reader #— anonnie. !!#amab reader #baki hanma #baki the grappler #pickle baki #pickle x reader #pickle x you #pickle x y/n #pickle x male reader #mlm #mxm #yandere baki hanma pickle

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mothwingwritings · 9 months

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It's not a request, more of a question hehehe. if the reader gets Pickle's attention, will the Hanma family handle it to protect their "little sister"? The huge caveman always appears and disappears unexpectedly, it's not hard for him to steal a person. Especially when he sees the small prey surrounded by three strong men

(I kind of went on a tangent with this and I have no idea if it even makes sense, so I apologize for the word vomit ell oh ell.)

If you thought Baki and Jack were suffocating before, you are in for a rude awakening as soon as Pickle enters the scene. The moment they get any inkling that Pickle has taken notice of you they become COMPLETELY overbearing in your life. I’m talking they won't even let you go to the bathroom by yourself, let alone wander off without having one of them attached to your hip. You’re under constant surveillance, Jack and Baki taking turns watching you in shifts when they both can't be with you.

They do all they can to block you from any media coverage Pickle is getting, even if that’s ultimately a losing battle. They know you are aware of him, and you are bound to see him in the news and hear about him on the street, but the less interest and knowledge you have about the man the better. It’s hard keeping you in the dark, especially when they themselves have taken an interest in him. Jack and Baki are itching to take Pickle on, while simultaneously wanting him to stay as far away from their beloved sister as possible.

The brothers do feel slightly guilty over the whole Pickle situation-the whole reason he even knows of your existence to begin with is because of them. You most likely only ever saw Pickle once, and it was when you were with your brothers in Kourakuen. It was just in passing, but they haven’t forgotten the look of sheer awe in your eyes as you took in the prehistoric man before you. You were at a safe distance of course, and sheltered behind your brothers in the event he tried to come any closer. You had to peek through limbs and stand on tip toes to get a good glimpse, and were extremely grumpy when Jack and Baki whisked you away in a hurry. You didn’t even get to wave hello. :(

Honestly, you thought Pickle was a little cute. Intimidating, yes, but the flabbergasted look that spread across his face as he took in this new world around him, mixed with the childlike glee that lit his features when he uncovered something new or exciting… You couldn’t help but find it a little endearing.

However the brothers knew from the moment Pickle saw you, they were in trouble. That toothy grin mixed with the inquisitive gleam his eyes held as they locked on to your every movement held only impure intentions. They got you out of there as quickly as they could, but the warning glances they cast Pickle on the way out seemed to excite him more than dissuade.

At first you found it a little silly, all the effort your brothers were putting into this seemed like a waste of time more than anything. After that first brief meeting with Pickle you really couldn’t fathom a moment where you would ever again be in his presence, let alone have him be a threat to you. If anything, you were more concerned about what someone like that would do to one of your brothers if they ever got in a serious fight. You were well aware that both men were actively pursuing an altercation with Pickle, and it made you cringe thinking the sheer amount of violence they were willing and eager to inflict upon each other. It was hard for you to wrap your head around. Pickle seemed almost… Pure? What joy they found in beating on someone like that, you couldn’t understand.

Regardless, you figure they just need some time to see how ridiculous they were being, and as time passes so will their irrational fear of Pickle getting to you.

What YOU don’t realize is that even though your encounter with Pickle was brief, he is VERY much interested in you. There was no courting in his time line, base instincts taking precedence. What he wanted he would claim by any means necessary. He is intrigued by you, a feeling of insatiable curiosity pulling him towards you. You were so tiny, yet guarded by such fierce beasts. He wanted to see you again, wanted to get his hands on you. He needed to know just what about you made you so desirable, not just to him, but to the others as well. You were new, you were mysterious, you were confusing and beautiful and you smelled so nice… If he got the chance, he would definitely steal you away and spend time alone with you, giving you his undivided attention and taking as much time as needed to unravel your mysteries and make you his mate.

Your flippant attitude towards Pickle, mixed with the awareness Pickle has taken a liking to you only serves to make the brothers more domineering. Don't you understand how much danger you are in? The brothers kept this particular broadcast from you, but they saw what Pickle did to that news reporter woman on national television and they'll be damned if you become his next source of release. They’re not leaving your side until he’s out of the picture entirely, no matter how long it takes.

As for Yujiro, I feel like overall he just likes seeing you in different, compromising situations. He takes great pleasure in seeing you squirm-watching with unparalleled interest as you time and time again get yourself into messy affairs, often without even realizing you are doing it. It’s truly incredible that you don’t realize the threat Pickle poses to you, and he can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. You must be blind, because it only took one look for Yujiro to ascertain Pickles intentions, and that his advances were not something you would walk away from unscathed.

Yujiro knows he can stop it in a moment. He was definitely stronger than Pickle and much smarter too. Yujiro’s presence alone would be enough to dissuade Pickle from ever looking your way again, taking only a small exertion of his power to stop him dead in his tracks and get him fleeing with his tail between his legs. But there was something about the way you were so nonchalant about Pickle that kept him from intervening. It was almost as if you were toying with him, tempting him with your big doe eyes and clueless nature. Did you feel comfortable around Pickle because you knew if necessary, daddy would save you? Surely he wouldn’t let his little Princess be ravaged by this big scary Neanderthal, right?

Don’t worry, Yujiro won’t let Pickle destroy one of his favorite toys, but he’s also not gonna play knight in shining armor unless the reward is worth it. So go ahead and play dumb, writhe and cry out for help when you inevitably get trapped in Pickles embrace. When Yujiro rips your quaking form from the cave mans grasp, and you fall into his open arms sobbing, hurt, and half naked, he expects you to show him nothing but the utmost appreciation. That is unless you prefer him watching as Pickle has a few rounds with you. Would you like that, having your father’s unwavering gaze drink in every inch of your debauched form as you are taken like a wild animal? Yujiro didn’t hate the thought of it, monitoring the situation while he smiled down on you devilishly, your face constricting in a mix of pain, fear, and pleasure as another man had his way with you.

Whatever you want princess, just don’t wear yourself out before he gets a turn.

#in short: you are up for a hell of a wild ride :)#Jack and Baki are ready to throw hands the moment Pickle so much as ever breaths in your direction #Yujiro is like lol lets see how she handles this one >:)#and Pickle is just like... I want her :)#thank you for this ask it was very fun!#baki imagines #mothwingswritings

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nina-renmen · 3 months

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This is like my first time ever making an "ask" to someone and I'm not even sure if you're taking requests for oneshots and stuff like that at the moment so feel free to ignore this if you arent!!

If you are however, could I ask for a Pickle (Baki) x reader where reader has kind of developed their own style of fighting by emulating the form of Godzilla (any era/version) and Pickle actually gets taken aback?

I don't mind if the reader is written as black or any gender at all nor how it ends, so you can have as much creative freedom with this as you like!

Thank you for considering!

This idea is really interesting! It’d be hard to pass up writing this! I’m not very well versed in Godzilla so if I get anything wrong please correct me!

The air was crisp and cold, the moonlight barely peeking out from the clouds. Y/n groaned, winding her shoulder before hearing a familiar pop. With a sigh of satisfaction coming from her as she continued to walk down the poorly lit streets.

A huffing sound could be heard as she exited the alley way and came out into the open area. An arena across from her held a large hold was in front of her. ‘Isn’t that where pickle was held?’ Y/n thought. Her [eye color] eyes focusing on the damage. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she sensed a presence behind her.

She could not only see her breath but because of the cold air she could see another’s too. Y/n swiftly turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the primitive man’s arms reaching out to grab her. Creating some distance between them, y/n set the grocery bag on the dewy grass. Immediately taking a stance, one that pickle seemed to recognize.

His grin widened, flashing a sharp pair of canines. Unbeknownst to you the prehistoric man was following you, ever since you showed up at that arena to see his fight with Jack. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your voice, the way your eyes lit up just like his when blood was spilt. Not only were you mate worthy but you were strong at that.

But what pickle failed to realize is just how strong you were. Usually the primitive man would know just by looking at someone. But you were so small compared to him. Granite, everyone was.

Without thinking Pickle took quick steps towards you, not realizing that the way his claws were out or the way he flashed his sharp teeth at you was threatening. Immediately y/n pulled her leg back, sinking deeper into her position. Showing off the entirety of it. His eyes widened, stopping in his tracks. The form was so familiar but he couldn’t remember it.

A small growl came from the depths of pickle. His chest rumbling as his eyes narrowed, taking a step back. Where had he seen this stance from?! His mind screamed danger at him, told him to get away. But he wanted you. He needed to have you. He was this close to taking you all for himself, he couldn’t loose now. Who knows when the next opportunity would arise?

Ignoring his consciousness he proceeded anyway only to have a sharp pain go through his body. He didn’t know what had happened until his body went through a concrete building.

He stared up at the ceiling above him, eyes wide. Slowly he sat up, a brick or two falling. Indicating that the building was going to crumble any minute. Pickle stood up, his eyes darting around to find you through all the dust and debri.

Pickle let out a growl when he couldn’t find you, his eyes narrowed as he walked through the debri. He just had you! How could he have let you get away? He would have never expected someone like you to have hit that hard. And your stance…..he hadn’t seen that stance since he was a child.

His ears picked up the sound of rustling. Turning around he almost missed the flash of [hair color] hair fleeing around the corner. Pickle ran after you. Or tried to. A sharp prick stung his neck. And…..he begun to feel drowsy.

Pulling the needle out of him he looked down at it. They were sedating him. An unknown man up on the rooftop, a gun that was loaded with the needles in his hand that was pointed at Pickle. The last thing the primitive man could see was your form walking back up to him. Your warm hands holding his head up as he fell, making sure his skull didn’t crash against the concrete.

He’d just have to try harder next time.

#x reader #fem reader #yandere #yandere x reader #pickle x y/n #pickle x reader #pickle baki #pickle #baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki dou #yandere pickle baki #Nina-renmen’s posts

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doc-art · 21 days

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I just want you to know that one time you drew a therizinosaurus woman gave me my entire life. Not enough people know what therizinosaurus even IS I can’t even get a good therizinosaurus plushie or anything, but you gave my forlorn autistic ass an entire magnificent Giant Woman. I owe you my life forever more, may the road rise up to meet you, the wind always at your back, and may all your pickles be crisp.

glad to be a help! I really do gotta draw more prehistoric ladies

#ask

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kairolee2004 · 6 months

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I love that basically the whole Baki Hanma fandom stands by the prehistoric reader for our baby boy Pickle 💚🦖🦕

#baki hanma #baki son of ogre #fanfic #baki headcanons #baki pickle #pickle x reader #romance #lol #baki x reader #baki men #x reader

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ozzgin · 7 months

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What if Pickle’s baby is entertained by his papa and the other weird looking humans fighting? Pickle’s mate takes their baby to see the men spar and Pickle goes a bit too far to impress his child?

Hmm, it certainly wouldn’t be feasible long term. I mean, two of the fighters lost a limb after one fight. You probably can’t repeat that too many times. So in comes the buff mom referee!

Pickle is in the middle of doing a - perhaps too premature - victory dance. His attention is drawn to the faint clapping noises coming from the audience seating and turns around to see your impressive form standing behind the protective fence, arms folded. Were you the source of the mysterious sounds? A closer look reveals the small child neatly folded in a strange carrier of sorts, tied around your torso and forming a pouch against your large back. The small head peeks up from behind mom’s shoulder, and the now escaped minuscule hands clap together excitedly.

His eyes widen in fatherly pride. Was the infant applauding his displays of power? Pickle wouldn’t be surprised if this miniature human precociously inherited the warrior blood of its parents. Just how much of the fight has been witnessed? This wasn’t even a warm up for him. Too bad that the fighter has already passed out and cannot-

To his terrible unknown misfortune, the opponent slowly raises back up on shaky knees. He takes a few calculated breaths, trying to recollect and push for a speedy recovery. There it is! The opportunity Pickle has been waiting for. The Jurassic man’s smile widens, baring the sharp, glistening canines. You don’t like his expression. It usually means danger.

Pickle’s body twitches and contracts and that’s when his goal becomes clear to you. With his form still changing, he lunges at the opponent that only has just enough time to look up. There’s the loud sound of a clash, but the clueless victim is still standing, unharmed. In the few spare moments you’ve thrown yourself over the fence and into the attack of your ruthless mate. You’re holding Pickle’s head in a tight lock using one arm and growl at him. He can tell he’s being scolded and pats your ironclad grip hoping for some release.

The infant laughs for the first time and everyone is taken aback. It seems that the winner of the evening is (Y/N).

#pickle baki #pickle x reader #prehistoric reader #baki headcanons

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amisalami03 · 8 months

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cave mommy headcanons :D [this is my first time doing this help]

i'm gonna flip the script a little with this one, I think shes way more chill BUT will troll at any time >:)

she walked past pickle and sprayed him for no reason which resulted in a mini brawl , it was swiftly ended when cave shawty picks pickle up and suplexes him, so in celebration she beats her chest then goes to sleep in a nearby tree

she's definitely omnivorous in my book but she will eat meat and acts like a leopard by hiding her game in trees and pissing on those who walk to close to her territory this isn't a piss-kink thing I swear she's literally feral and piss is her prehistoric version of pocket sand

ironically enough though she and pickle are mated but he can not stand her ass sometimes, but she literally doesn't gaf and will lay on top of him (because she can.) and pickle does not seem to mind his woman using him as a mattress he will growl lowly but eventually puts himself to sleep since her warmth, scent and breathing patterns make it impossible to keep him awake lol (also its a sense of familiarity and comfort of her being the only thing he left of the past, so he willingly tolerates it)

because of her retsu's hair has been let down to its full glory and she even gave him a beautiful restyle :3 (lots of stick and shiny rock so cool |:) <- cave mommymoji) pickle didnt like it and wanted to fight retsu but a swift kick upside his head thwarted that act of petty conflict

she has no clue whats going on but is happy to see such small little guys doing complex things

she fucking LOVES pinwheels and windchimes hell yes little trinkets for her pretty please, even pickle is entertained when she shoves a pinwheel in his hair and shows him her stolen hardware store collection of chimes and shiny glass lawn ornaments used to water flowers -> |:) [her proud face]

she scratches her head like a dog and prefers to stay quadraped, which threw the boys off when she finally decided to stand on her two legs

katsumi told retsu he saw her walking on two legs before everyone else did and retsu called him a liar stating that she simply hadn't "evolved" to do that yet, as soon as he was done saying that she walked right passed them with various lawn ornaments in her arms, farted and continued walking without breaking a stride. retsu was stunned and katsumi just put his hand on his shoulder to console him.

I like to think she has a fighting style similar to dogwatch man from one punch man, which makes her a very hard opponent to defeat since her speed and agility far surpass her bipedal descendants

baki used her as a shield until she force-fed him a handful of grubs and ever since then shes been wondering where he's been |:( his ass ran away from her for about a week

she found him eventually and frantically fussed over him while holding him in a tight embrace, she thought she lost her baby again

Please keep her away from vending machines and claw games, to her they are like giant see through crustaceans she can crack open and benefit from, her and pickle will leave a wake of litter and shards of glass to get whats inside

Loves fountains, they are like vertical waterfalls to her and she’s mesmerized by how the magic water goes up 24/7

She draws cave paintings and is very proud of her work

Absolutely blown away by crayons, completely opened pandoras box for her wait until she learns about paint and markers

Keep scented/colorful soaps and chemicals away from her…she will try to drink them and get sick…no she probably wont die, but she will shit and vomit alot, pickle didnt wanna take the risk to drink fabuloso after that

She has an underbite snaggle tooth that sticks out

This is all I can come up with

This is all I can give you…for now

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a-dinosaur-a-day · 11 months

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"Grant Liked Kids"

well they retconned the fuck out of that one

"He finally decided that children liked dinosaurs because these giant creatures personified the uncontrollable force of looming authority."

or they're just fucking neat, michael

like it's not THAT deep

"In fact, the velociraptor conveyed precisely the same impression of deadly, swift menace Grant had seen in the cassowary, the clawed ostrich-like bird of New Guinea."

and the comparisons of velociraptors to cassowaries begins

"Those trees to your left and right are called cycads, the prehistoric predecessors of palm trees."

*cringes in basic botany knowledge*

"They killed even when they weren't hungry. They killed for the pleasure of killing."

literally what? muldoon, if you understand wildlife so much, you should know it is much more likely they kill because they are stressed the fuck out. ffs. self-projecting mfer.

"Hell, we're just making a zoo here. World's full of 'em, and they all work fine."

Look, I love zoos, I support and believe in zoos, but even *I* know zoos have accidents and escapes constantly. a cassowary escaped right in front of me when I was 8. how naive is hammond. has he never been to a zoo.

"but you didn't want to put money into a storm barrier to protect the pier."

so the whole "spared no expense" thing is just a movie line, got it. so many expenses spared. including hiring actual human beings to do things.

I always loved the moment when they put in the higher number of animal count and the computer shows they were breeding. it is such an awesome scene. wish that had made it in to the film.

and final comment for this post: my gd, Lex is annoying. thank gd they changed her for the movie. if she asks to play a little pickle one more time -

#meig rereads jurassic park #jurassic park #palaeoblr

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yandere-writer-momo · 6 months

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Kinktober: Day 16

Pickle

Minors DNI

A hand job is an act of male masturbation, especially as performed on a man by someone else.

Grunt and groans filled the air. Your hands stroked up and down an uncut length that you could barely fit your hands around.

Tears fell down your eyes as you nervously glanced up at your prehistoric friend that had climbed into your room.

Pickle cooed and purred at you with a lopsided smile. His tongue out of his mouth while he lightly thrusted in your hands. His fat brown head came closer and closer to your lips every time. You tried not to throw up from the smell. This was not how you wanted to be woken up in the middle of the night…

Perhaps this was all your fault for feeding him and treating him like a pet. You ignored the danger this man presented to try to be a kind human being and look where that got you!

Here you were jerking him off like your life depended on it. Because it honestly did. You didn’t want him to impale you on his fun stick like a meat kebab. That was not something you wanted your family and friends to read as your cause of death.

You knew something of this sheer size would even fit in you, lest you wanted to never walk again. So you continued to run your soft palms up and down the girthy length. Your hands rub over each vein as his hips thrusted wildly in your hands.

You could tell he was close just by the way he became more sloppy with his hips. You were just terrified of what happened next. Would he cease his efforts or would he keep going?

You press and slide your thumbs over the slit of his cock at a steady pace. The prehistoric man moans loudly at the touch.

And without warning, thick viscous cum splattered all over your face, chest, and stomach. Pickle grunted in relief as he continued to cover you in thick ropes of cum with three more loads.

The cum dripped down your navel and onto the carpet of your bedroom floor. You sucked in a breath and sighed in relief. Thank goodness that was all over, now you could-

Pickle flops over and pulled your sticky body to his chest. The caveman purred in your ear with a lovesick smile, his tongue laps up some of the substance off your face.

Pickle nuzzled his face in the junction of your shoulder as he enjoyed the bliss of his orgasm.

It seemed the caveman had no intention of leaving your side tonight… just kidding. Pickle was never going to leave. He had finally found his lifetime mate.

#female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #baki the grappler x reader #baki x reader #yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere baki #pickle x reader #pickle the caveman #baki pickle #pickle baki #baki kinktober #kinktober

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imsociallyanxiousgetoverit · 4 months

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List of all SDV and SDV:E (Stardew Valley: Expanded) Giftable Items

Horseradish

Daffodil

Leek

Dandelion

Parsnip

Cave Carrot

Coconut

Cactus

Banana

Sap

Large Egg

Egg

Milk

Large Milk

Green Bean

Cauliflower

Potato

Garlic

Kale

Rhubarb

Melon

Tomato

Morsel

Blueberry

Fiddlehead Fern

Hot Pepper

Wheat

Radish

Red Cabbage

Starfruit

Corn

Rice

Eggplant

Artichoke

Pumpkin

Bokchoy

Yam

Chanterelle

Cranberry

Holly

Beets

Ostrich Egg

Salmonberry

Amouranth

Pale Ale

Hops

Void Egg

Mayonnaise

Duck Mayonnaise

Void Mayonnaise

Clay

Copper Bar

Silver Bar

Gold Bar

Iridium Bar

Refined Quartz

Honey

Pickles

Jam

Beer

Wine

Juice

Clam

Poppy

Copper Ore

Silver Ore

Coal

Gold Ore

Iridium Ore

Wood

Stone

Nautilus Shell

Coral

Summer Shell

Spice Berry

Sea Urchin

Grape

Spring Onion

Strawberry

Sweet Pea

Common Mushroom

Wild Plum

Hazelnut

Blackberry

Winter Root

Crystal Fruit

Snow Yam

Sweet Gem Berry

Crocus

Red Mushroom

Sunflower

Purple Mushroom

Cheese

Goat Cheese

Cloth

Truffle

Truffle Oil

Coffee Bean

Goat Milk

Large Goat Milk

Wool

Duck Egg

Duck Feather

Caviar

Lucky Rabbit’s Foot

Aged Roe

Ancient Fruit

Mead

Tulip

Summer Spangle

Fairy Rose

Blue Jazz

Apple

Green Tea

Apricot

Orange

Peach

Pomegranate

Cherry

Bug Meat

Hardwood

Maple Syrup

Oak Resin

Pine Tar

Slime

Bat Wing

Rusty Blade

Swirl Stone

Solar Essence

Void Essence

Void Pebble

Void Shard

Void Soul

Fiber

Battery

Dinosaur Mayonnaise

Roe

Squid Ink

Tea Leaves

Ginger

Taro Root

Pineapple

Mango

Cinder Shard

Magma Cap

Bone Fragment

Radioactive Ore

Radioactive Bar

Ancient Fiber

Bearberry

Conch

Dried Sand Dollar

Ferngill Primrose

Golden Ocean Flower

Goldenrod

Green Mushroom

Four-Leaf Clover

Monster Fruit

Monster Mushroom

Mushroom Colony

Poison Mushroom

Red Baneberry

Salal Berry

Slime Berry

Rafflesia

Sports Drink

Stamina Capsule

Thistle

Void Root

Winter Star Ross

Dewdrop Berry

Aged Blue Moon Wine

Blue Moon Wine

Aegis Elixir

Armor Elixir

Barbarian Elixir

Gravity Elixir

Haste Exilir

Hero Elixir

Lightning Elixir

Pufferfish

Anchovy

Tuna

Sardine

Bream

Largemouth Bass

Smallmouth Bass

Rainbow Trout

Salmon

Walleye

Perch

Carp

Catfish

Pike

Sunfish

Red Snapper

Herring

Eel

Octopus

Red Mullet

Squid

Seaweed

Green Algae

Seacucumber

Super Seacucumber

Ghost Carp

White Algae

Stone Fish

Crimsonfish

Angler

Icepip

Lava Eel

Legend

Sandfish

Scorpion Carp

Flounder

Midnight Carp

Mutant Carp

Sturgeon

Tiger Trout

Bullhead

Tilapia

Chub

Dorado

Albacore

Shad

Lingcod

Halibut

Lobster

Crayfish

Crab

Cockle

Mussel

Shrimp

Snail

Periwinkle

Oyster

Woodskip

Glacierfish

Void Salmon

Slimejack

Midnight Squid

Spookfish

Blobfish

Stingray

Lionfish

Blue Discus

Baby Lunaloo

Bonefish

Bull Trout

Butterfish

Clownfish

Daggerfish

Dulse Seaweed

Frog

Gemfish

Goldenfish

Grass Carp

King Salmon

Kittyfish

Lunaloo

Meteor Carp

Minnow

Puppyfish

Radioactive Bass

Razor Trout

Seahorse

Sea Sponge

Shiny Lunaloo

Snatcher Worm

Starfish

Torpedo Trout

Undeadfish

Void Eel

Water Grub

Dwarf Scroll 1

Dwarf Scroll 2

Dwarf Scroll 3

Dwarf Scroll 4

Chipped Amphora

Arrowhead

Ancient Doll

Elvish Jewelry

Chewing Stick

Ornamental Fan

Dinosaur Egg

Rare Disc

Ancient Sword

Rusty Spoon

Rusty Spur

Rusty Cog

Chicken Statue

Ancient Seed

Prehistoric Tool

Dried Starfish

Anchor

Glass Shards

Bone Flute

Prehistoric Handaxe

Dwarvish Helm

Dwarf Gadget

Ancient Drum

Golden Mask

Golden Relic

Strange Doll

Prehistoric Scapula

Prehistoric Tibia

Prehistoric Skull

Skeletal Hand

Prehistoric Rib

Prehistoric Vertebrae

Skeletal Tail

Nautilus Shell

Amphibian Fossil

Palm Fossil

Trilobite

Emerald

Aquamarine

Ruby

Amethyst

Topaz

Jade

Diamond

Prismatic Shard

Quartz

Fire Quartz

Frozen Tear

Earth Crystal

Alamite

Bixite

Baryite

Aerinite

Calcite

Dolomite

Esperite

Fluorapatite

Geminite

Helvite

Jamborite

Jagoite

Kyanite

Lunarite

Malachite

Nepunite

Lemon Stone

Nekoite

Orpiment

Petrified Slime

Thunder Egg

Pyrite

Ocean Stone

Ghost Crystal

Tiger’s Eye

Jasper

Opal

Fire Opal

Celestine

Marble

Sandstone

Granite

Basalt

Limestone

Soapstone

Hematite

Mudstone

Obsidian

Slate

Fairy Stone

Star Shards

Fried Egg

Omelet

Salad

Cheese Cauliflower

Baked Fish

Parsnip Soup

Vegetable Medley

Complete Breakfast

Fried Calimari

Strange Bun

Lucky Lunch

Fried Mushrooms

Pizza

Bean Hotpot

Glazed Yams

Carp Surprise

Hashbrowns

Pancakes

Salmon Dinner

Fish Taco

Crispy Bass

Pepper Poppers

Bread

Tom Kha Soup

Trout Soup

Chocolate Cake

Pink Cake

Rhubarb Pie

Spaghetti

Spicy Eel

Sashimi

Maki Roll

Tortilla

Red Plate

Eggplant Parmesan

Rice Pudding

Ice Cream

Bluberry Tart

Autumn’s Bounty

Pumpkin Soup

Super Meal

Cranberry Sauce

Stuffing

Farmer’s Lunch

Survival Burger

Dish’O’The Sea

Miner’s Treat

Roots Platter

Triple Shot Espresso

Seafoam Pudding

Algae Soup

Pale Broth

Plum Pudding

Artichoke Dip

Stir Fry

Roasted Hazelnuts

Pumpkin Pie

Radish Salad

Fruit Salad

Blackberry Cobbler

Cranberry Candy

Bruschetta

Coleslaw

Fiddlehead Risotto

Poppyseed Muffin

Chowder

Fish Stew

Escargot

Lobster Bisque

Maple Bar

Crab Cakes

Shrimp Cocktail

Ginger Ale

Banana Pudding

Mango Sticky Rice

Poi

Tropical Curry

Squid Ink Ravioli

Mushroom Berry Rice

Big Bark Burger

Flower Cookie

Frog Legs

Glazed Butterfish

Grampleton Orange Chicken

Mixed Berry Pie

Baked Berry Oatmeal

Void Delight

Void Salmon Sushi

#Mistakes have likely been made and I will not be fixing them so just reply to the post with any corrections #sdv #stardew #stardew valley #sdv:e #sdve #stardew expanded #stardew valley expanded #giftable items #sdv items #sdv gifts #sdv gifting #long post

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