#darling anon

[blindmagdalena]

imagine being hired by vought to be a sort of housekeeper to homelander, doing his laundry and cooking for him in his penthouse. he’d immediately grow to love having someone to come home to, and would automatically slip into husband mode whenever he finds them doing him some wifely act of service (conveniently ignoring the fact they’re paid to be there, of course)

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Working for Vought, specifically Homelander, turns out to be an insanely simple gig. Typically, you never even see him. You're free to do your cleaning in peace, picking up after America's favorite hero. He rarely ever leaves a mess, but there's enough to keep you employed. Tidying up his towels, replacing his hygiene supplies and tooth brushes. You're trained specifically on how to clean his suits. You empty and stock the fridge. He goes through a lot of milk. You always make sure to get whole. He lodged a complaint the one time it was less than. You were told initially that your cooking services wouldn't be necessary. Homelander isn't known to be, well... much of an eater.

Still, you didn't want the food you stocked at the start to go bad, so one day you prepare a few meals and put them in containers in the fridge. You include little notes with instructions on how they should be reheated. You sign each one with a little heart simply because that's how you've always done it, and pin them to the fridge. You think nothing of it. Homelander is dumbstruck by it.

At first he's affronted that you would leave him cold food in his fridge and expect him to heat it up for himself, but there's something distinctly... loving about it. Coming home to his laundry clean and his shelves dusted never felt like that. It was nothing more than a reset, an automatic process that he didn't dedicate any thought to. But this? This is personal. This reminds him that a living, breathing person was in his home, tending to it, and that person... cooked him a meal, and left him a little note. With a heart.

The next morning you get a text that you will indeed be cooking for Homelander that evening! You're in the midst of it, staying later than you usually do, when he walks in the door. You aren't making anything fancy, just steak and mashed potatoes, but he sucks in a breath like he's inhaling the scent of a gourmet meal. His smile is broad and gleaming. It makes your heart skip a beat.

To your surprise, he introduces himself. He shakes your hand firmly, and holds your stare as you remember your manners and manage to spit out your own name. "Charmed," he says through that radiant smile, and you feel like he means it. His eyes are somehow much bluer in person. His gaze flickers to the stove, and he clicks his tongue. "Not to question your craft, but is this really enough for two?" Looking at the steak currently searing, you falter. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you having company? No one told me." "Well of course I'm having company, you silly goose. You're standing right here, aren't you?" He asks, putting his hands on his hips. It's cheesy, like a moment straight out of a sitcom, but you fluster anyways. This man has such presence to him.

"You... want me to eat with you?" You ask, bewildered.

"Be a shame to cook up a storm and not even feel the rain," he laughs, as if you're the one thinking strangely here. He's already gone to the fridge, and pulled out a second steak. He offers it out to you with that same charming television ready grin. "C'mon. I can hear your stomach growling."

Tentatively, you take the package from him. "Okay."

That night, and each night that follows, you cook Homelander a meal at the tail-end of your shift, and sit down to eat with him. It's surreal, but after the second night, it occurs to you that you've never once seen sign of him having company. There's never extra dishes, or towels. No remnants of a party in the trash. If he does have friends, they're certainly never here.

You can't help but wonder if he's lonely. The thought humanizes him from the larger than life image you had of him in your mind, and you have an easier and easier time engaging him in conversation. He's funny, if not a little strange. There are times when you don't really know how to respond to the things he says, but he often moves on quickly enough to keep things from being awkward.

Truth be told, you're starting to quite enjoy his company.

Homelander begins showing up earlier and earlier into your shifts. The next week, it's barely after 4:00pm when he strides through the door, greeting you with a chipper, "Heya!" and a little salute.

You turn off the vacuum, and despite being a little caught off guard, you smile at him. For the first time, you say, "Welcome home!"

For a second, you worry you've said something wrong. That smile slips off his face, and he stands frozen a touch too long in the doorway. However, before you can add an amendment, his lips stretch back out and he closes the door behind him. "Good to be home," he says. There's less of that showmanship in his voice, you think.

"I didn't know you'd be home so early, I haven't finished-" "Oh, don't mind me, you do your thing. Pretend I'm not even here," he insists, taking a seat on his couch.

You expect him to occupy himself in some way. A book, perhaps, or even just his cellphone. Instead, for the next hour you're keenly aware of the fact the only thing he seems to be entertaining himself with is you.

After that, you cook dinner as usual, and the two of you eat amidst pleasant, casual conversation. It's the same as any other night, and yet somehow this evening feels distinctly different. You can't name exactly what it is, but something has changed.

Homelander begins filling out your time with new requests; he's suddenly become quite fascinated with plants. You had mentioned to him before that you like to keep them, despite the work they take. Your shifts grow longer to account for your new tasks.

All the while, he's been more and more present during your shifts. Although he doesn't directly take or distract you from your chores, you're always keenly aware of of his gaze on you while you work. You try not to overthink it, but the weight of his attention is heavy nonetheless.

One day, you're sweeping up a mess of spilled dirt, struggling to maneuver around the legs of a piece of furniture, when Homelander hops up to intervene. "Let me get that for you, sweetheart," he says, lifting the entire cabinet up as if it weighed nothing at all.

You lose yourself for a moment, standing dumbfounded before abruptly remembering to sweep the dirt out from under it, your heart racing. Your mind keeps replaying the pet name, and with every echo of it, your cheeks feel redder. Homelander smiles, watching you all the while. The next day, you arrive to find an enormous bouquet of roses sitting in a vase on the kitchen counter. There's a note with your name on it, and a simple message: Thanks for all your hard work. Keep it up! The note is signed with Homelander's sprawling signature. Smiling widely to yourself, you tuck the note into your pocket, and lean in to inhale the sweet smell of the flowers. On another occasion, it's time to clean the blades of the ceiling fan in his room, but you can't find that darn step ladder anywhere. Homelander must hear the way you're shuffling around and muttering under your breath—you swear the man hears everything—because he steps in to check on you. "Everything alright in here?" He asks, peeking in from the doorway. "Oh, fine, fine, I just can't find my step ladder anywhere. Have you seen it?" You ask, feeling flustered. Getting put behind schedule never fails to trip a thread of anxiety in your chest. "Can't say I have," he answers, stepping inside. He looks around the room. "What'cha need it for?" "Ceiling fan. Uhm, it's okay, I'll get to it later, if that's alright with you? I'm sorry, I could have sworn I left that ladder-" You stop yourself, realizing Homelander is suddenly striding directly towards you. Uncertain, you begin to take a step back, but he's fast. He puts an arm around you, and without warning you're being hoisted up into his arms as easily as a doll.

"Up y'go," he says, supporting not only your weight with ease, but resting you snug against his chest. You squeeze your knees together, arms pulled in tight, as if making yourself tiny will somehow protect you from the embarrassing quicken of your breath, or the rampant beat of your heart. "There you go. Who needs a step ladder when you've got me?" He asks, grinning down at you with that familiar dazzling spread of pearly whites. His smile feels better suited to a Hollywood audience than this quiet little moment, but the only thing you can really focus on is the fresh, woodsy smell of his cologne. "Uhm, I-I still don't think I can reach-" You stop, noticing the ceiling fan is now within arms reach. "Oh." Looking down, your eyes widen. Neither of your feet are touching the ground. Instead, Homelander is hovering well above it, holding you adjacent to the fan. You can't help the nervous laughter that suddenly bubbles out of you. "Oh my god," you laugh, looking around. "You're flying!" "As I'm known to do from time to time," he says, voice dripping with satisfaction. His gloved fingers tap absently at your waist, basking in your awe over what is, to him, a wholly unremarkable feat. The sheer normalcy of you makes his every move seem a marvel. He savors your wonder. You're so enamored with the novelty of it, you remember belatedly why you're up here. Clearing your throat, you reach up with the duster, and gently spin the fan, collecting the strands of dust and the like that had gathered on each one. You try your damnedest to focus on that, and not the fact Homelander's face is less than a foot from yours. Out of your peripheral, you can see that his grin has softened into a content, absent smile. Your stomach does cartwheels as you finish dusting the fan, bringing the duster back down. You clear your throat again, pretending it's not a nervous habit. "All done, thank you," you say quietly, smiling back at him.

"Any time, sweetheart," Homelander purrs. There it is again, that coy little nickname that sends your mind into a tizzy. As if that weren't bad enough, he winks at you, floating gently back down to the ground. Your legs feel so much like jelly, you worry you'll collapse the moment you're on your feet. Luckily, even once he's set you down, he leaves a hand lingering on your back. "You got a thing with heights? Your heart's pounding," he points out, much to your mortification. You try to laugh it off. "Oh, no! No, just wasn't expecting it. I'm fine with heights," you say, fumbling with the duster for a second before slipping it back into the cover. "Good," Homelander responds, an oddly cryptic depth to his tone. His smile lingers. "That's good. Alrighty, I'll leave you to it," he says, tipping his head in a polite little nod before he heads for the door, leaving you to your own devices, and the rapid fluttering in your stomach. Later that same day, you're thoroughly perplexed when you spot the step ladder exactly where it's supposed to be, certain you had checked there a dozen times over.

Two weeks from the day you first shared a meal, he presents you with a gift after dinner. "Oh, sir, you shouldn't-" "Please, please! Don't be so formal. It's just a little thing," he says, waving his hand dismissively. "Y'know, to show my appreciation. You take such good care of me. Just wanted to return the favor." Butterflies swarm rampant in your gut as you tug loose the pretty red ribbon tied around the box. Uncertain of what to expect, you feel a measure of relief when you lift the lid, and see a lovely apron folded inside it. "You wear this print a lot, figured you could use something, you know, matchy. Feminine," he says, gesturing vaguely with his hand. "Your other one's seen better days."

You exhale a soft laugh, touching the fabric. It's soft beneath your fingers, and of excellent quality. The gift is a thoughtful one, and it feels appropriate, despite what the expensive looking wrapping made you think. "You like it?" He asks after a beat, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I do! Yes, thank you. It's very nice. I've enjoyed working for you, sir—" You stop when he points a finger at you, his brows raised, and you correct, "—Homelander." He smiles, dropping his hand. "And eating with you. I can't say any of my other clients cared whether or not I ate," you say, chuckling. You think you see his nose twitch strangely at the mention of your other clients.

"Right, well! C'mon, let's see how it looks," he says, taking you by the shoulders and guiding you over to the mirror near the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city. Homelander takes the box from your hands and presents it to you, allowing you to lift the apron up and let it unfold. Odd, it feels a touch heavier than you expected. You sling it around your neck, but before you can reach back to tie it, Homelander has taken it upon himself to do it for you. He cinches it at your waist with a sharp little tug, grinning at you from over your shoulder as he meets your eye in the mirror. "Loooook at that, perfect fit," he purrs, tying the ends off. "It's beautiful, thank y—" Smoothing your hands down the front of it, you stop. There's something in the right pocket of the apron. Glancing up, Homelander has a mischievous glint to his expression, but his brows raise, and his lips curl down. He's playing dumb.

Curiously, you slip your hand into the pocket, and feel smooth velvet against your fingers. Wrapping your hand around a firm rectangle, you draw it out, and feel your stomach flip as you stare at the distinctly luxurious looking black box now in your hands. "Oh, geeze, totally forgot that was even in there," Homelander says. His tone is terribly unconvincing, but he does sound very pleased with himself. "Whelp, you've already accepted, so I guess it's yours now." "I—" "Go on," he urges, giving your shoulders a little shake. He's watching you eagerly through the mirror. "Open it up. It's all yours."

Swallowing, you crack the box back on it's hinges. Your jaw drops, your chest tightens. You stare at the shimmering three-stone drop diamond necklace in utter disbelief. You don't even feel Homelander let go of your shoulders, or hear him slide off and drop his gloves to the nearby table. "Oh my god," you whisper. You probably couldn't afford the box this thing was sold in, let alone a single stone on it. "I don't think I can accept this, sir," you say, slipping back into the habit of formality as your brain struggles to catch up to reality.

"Oop, too late for that," Homelander dismisses, plucking the delicate necklace up from the fabric it lay in. "Here, allow me," he says, ignoring your shellshock while he drapes the necklace against your skin, his bare fingers brushing the back of your neck as he gets it fastened.

Breathless, you tentatively touch the bottom diamond. Your mouth feels full of cotton, and your heart is racing. Is this really happening?

Meanwhile, Homelander grips your upper arms, beaming. "Look at you. You know what they say about diamonds; they're a girl's best friend," he laughs, those canines of his looking sharper than ever.

Giving your arms a squeeze, Homelander leans close to your ear. "Happy two weeks," he whispers, the heat of his breath on your neck prickling goosebumps all the way down your spine. "Thank you," you whisper back, pushing out a bewildered little smile.

Homelander lingers there a moment, the warmth of his hands on your arms seeping through the fabric of your shirt. His smile has relaxed some, and his gaze is slightly distant as he looks you up and down in the mirror. You see a flash of pink as he wets his bottom lip with his tongue. It isn't until you clear your throat that his eyes snap back up to yours, regaining presence of mind. "I should get going," you say gently. His fingers flex on your arms, and the corners of his mouth twitch. "Right," he says, lips pulling into a thin smile that doesn't reach his eyes. This is always his least favorite part of the night. With obvious reluctance, he drops his hands from your arms. "Right, ah, let me—" "Unless..." You interject, turning to face him. Homelander's brows shoot up to his hairline. He blinks. "Unless...?" "Unless you'd like me to stay," you say quietly, your stomach tying itself in knots. "Not as your housekeeper, but maybe as just... Company?"

"Company," he echoes, his parted lips slowly drawing into a smile. This one does reach his eyes. "We could watch a movie."

"I like movies," you say. The words sound dumb to you as soon as they leave your lips, but Homelander looks at you like you've just spun a beautiful sonnet. "Great, I have movies," he says, putting a hand on your lower back as he gestures you to the living room. His smile is broad now, eager and a touch boyish. You feel a little surge of endearment amidst the adrenaline. "What do you want to watch?" "Dealers choice," you say, slipping out of the apron before you take a seat at the couch. Homelander immediately busies himself with the television, flipping through Vought+'s enormous repertoire.

Still in a mild daze, you don't process any of the titles that fly by on the screen. Instead, you're hyper aware of the weight of the necklace hanging from your throat, and the lingering heat that Homelander's hands left on your skin.

So much for a simple gig.

#i was absolutely POSSESSED by the spirit of this ask lmao #homelander x you #homelander x reader #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #fluff #my writing #i blacked out and posted this immediately #so im sorry if it’s a mess I will fix it in the morning lmao

[pastel-omegas-blog]

Regarding the one shot of mc and leon sharing heat, does mc end up being pregnant?

Just imagine them having baby and taking care of em😭😭😭 my apologies, i just can't forget the baby being dead in the original plot

-Darling anon

Ooooooooh this is nice

Bet imma do it.

LEON AND MC RAISING A PUP TOGETHER~

Again for my quotev readers, this isn't canon to the alt D.D timeline.

LEON

First of all it's important I establish this.

There will be no pups unless he has finally achieved what he wants, full control over the Trovian Empire is just a small factor to what he really wants.

Sure he has a sex drive so high that he's repeatedly pumping his seed into M/N whenever he has the chance, he doesn't need a knot to keep it all plugged in cuz once he's satisfied he just cuddled his adorable omega and goes off to sleep with his dick still in him.

But even with his mad pumping he is always ready with the drugs or a high level månå spell to prevent any chances of pregnancy.

He's not afraid that M/N carrying his children will ruin his plans.

It will, but he's more scared of the potential danger he'll put his mate in if he does.

Marrav would have the h/c man executed without a second thought and even if he manages to get them to safety it'll be a constant battle trying to stay hidden and protected.

So pups are only entering the picture when the blue haired omega is absolutely sure he's conquered and achieved his goal, and once he's done he'll make M/N his pretty little husband legally.

There would be a massive wedding to celebrate

Now that there's nothing stopping him you bet he's trying to pup up his cute little husband the first chance he gets.

And it honestly wouldn't take long for the other to get pregnant.

Probably like two months into marriage M/N's already beginning to show signs of pregnancy.

Leon would be so much more gentle and cuddling with his lover, even putting up with his sudden moods changes.

Honestly preggo mc would be an absolute brat from his normal kind and loving self, but Leon would miraculously power through this with an infinite vast of patience.

He just spoils his mate the whole time, while being conscious of the things the other would eat or do so he would be fit and healthy

As it gets closer to when the pup Will be born he starts to get a little bit...... well scared.

Leon knows the horrible things he's done and quite frankly he's not ashamed of them. He just thinks with all the evil he's committed he's suddenly happy and is finally going to start a happy family with the one he loves that something bad will happen.

Like karma is going to come out of nowhere and give him his comeuppance and snatch away his happiness.

He would think himself unworthy of trying to raise a pup so pure and full of innocence with his hands that are stained in blood and grim.

Even if M/N tries to assure him that he'll do great the former saint can't help but let his thoughts eat him from the inside.

It's not until the birth of his pup does that thought disappear.

' The great lord stood outside the birthing room of his imperial palace, his face emotionless, but his heart filled with anxiety as he stood outside the doors.

The sounds of M/N's agonizing whiles almost make him burst the door open, but he remembers the doctors orders enough to stop himself.

His månå levels were to high, so staying in a room with his husband who was too susceptible to månå overload in his current state would make the birth more complicated so he had to be patient.

After what felt like hours and the cry's if pain and anguish had calmed down, the doors finally opened.

He didn't think before his body lurched itself forward, pushing aside who ever was at the door as he moved towards the bed to check on his mate, his ears picking up the soft cries of............. Pups ?.

Purple amethyst eyes widened in surprise and as he sees his mate, obviously tired and pale with not one but two bundles in his arms, crying with so much energy.

M/N sent a weak smile his way as he hugged the bundles closer to his chest, soft tuts if blue hair peaking out of the covers.

" Their beautiful Leon " he whispered with so much love in his voice his e/c eyes brimming with tears that had started pouring down his cheeks. " Our daughters are so beautiful~ " he cried out with joy, his scent spreading round the room to show as happiness started to fill his heart calling out for his mate to come join him.

Leon moved forward to his little family his hands going to rest in his husband's shoulder as he stared in awe at the two little bundles of joy that had stopped crying, their shiny e/c peeking open to stare at their parents. M/N cried harder and Leon joined him, not being able to contain his own happiness.

With shakey hands he reached out for his daughters carefully bringing them to his chest as he sat down beside his mate, gently pressing a kiss to the s/c man's sweaty forehead and gently bringing him to rest in his side. Staring contently at his precious treasures the blue haired man promised that he would do what ever it took to keep the newest additions to his kitty family safe.

Pressing a kiss to each pups forehead and going to steal one from his husband the man felt happy and safe in the moment.

Knowing now that no matter the costs nothing would harm his little roses.'

#omegaverse #dearly detested #mc #leon #nobility #omega male reader #x male reader #x omega male reader #ask #Darling anon

[the-kingshound]

Hi, it's my 21st birthday today. Can I get a 'Happy Birthday'? Than you!

Happy Birthday my dear one❤

#hope you spend a very happy day #i wish you all the best for this new year ahead of you #much love❤ #darling anon

[ab4eva]

list five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. spread the positivity!!!

Thank you darling anon 🥰 I’m sorry it’s taken me literally forever to get to this. Life has been a little crazy lately!

• My crushes - Elvis, Austin, Ryan Gosling, Andrew Garfield, Henry Cavill and many others.

• Coffee - It’s my favorite thing each morning. Sometimes at night I’ll think about how I get to drink a cup of coffee in the morning 🥰

• My friends - the OG irl ones and the sweet ones I’ve made in this fandom.

• A good book - I’ve recently devoured a book series - The Parasol Protectorate. I’m obsessed and can’t get enough. In just over a month I’ve read 4 of them and am working on the 5th and final one 😭 It’s Jane Austen meets Buffy The Vampire Slayer meets steampunk and the two main characters are perfection.

• Unexpected adventures - This summer a whirlwind opportunity of a lifetime befell me and I jumped in with both feet. What was an unexpected, last-minute invite to Budapest for 2 weeks ended up turning into 6 weeks, and carried over into getting to visit Vienna and Rome as well. I’ve gotten to do so many things on this trip I never thought I would - I’m so thankful! 💓

#darling anon #ask games #positivity #things that make me happy #ab4eva answers

[astarioffsimpmain]

As a mildly sex repulsed Ace, Astarion is my fav. I feel like he'd handle that spectacularly after the initial 'wtf? How can u not want ME of all ppl?' 😂

I adore his wit and charm more than anything, the absolute sass he handles everything with is admirable. And c'mon, the hair is fantastic. And Jesus Christ the puppy dog eyes make me fold

I'm glad you've found a home in our communal wet cat boy. 🥰

I fully agree! I also think he'd appreciate the "look but don't touch" idea, even just in admiration. It'd feed so much of his ego, but then getting to just cuddle up with you with not even a hint of concern about pretext and subtext of what was to happen next? To be able to just FULLY relax into that moment? Ugh! The way you could feel him just ✨️ melt away ✨️ the moment he's in your embrace would just be the biggest reward for both of you.

The snuggle potential this man has is chaotic good chatastrophy - new category just dropped. 😂

The hair IS fantastic. Maybe it's vampire spawn™️? 🤣

THE PUPPY DOG EYES, DON'T START WITH ME ANON. 😭 Just call me a lawn chair, it's OVER when he does that. My favorite image I have of him is one sent to me by a friend and it's just this:

It's the first image I ever saved of him on my phone, and I will treasure it until I die.

#thank you for the ask love!! #anon ask #darling anon #astarion chatties

[haillily]

You're magical, I hope you never forget how special you are ✨

this is so sweet 🥺💖 thank you!!

#peggy answers #darling anon

[theangryjikooker]

Here’s a link of him singing along to letter:

https://twitter.com/jjklve/status/1684256366146224152?s=46&t=Ltp77FcplXz68kyS4WY9tw

You’re a sweetheart, thank you! I’ll watch it when the men in suits stop trying to talk to me about things I don’t care about LOL.

#taj asks #darling anon #jikook #kookmin #jeon jungkook #jungkook

[darlingvhs]

Hey I’m sorry if this is somehow not a okay ask. But I’m struggling with something and thought maybe you could help. I really really want to start posting on tumblr(mainly to try and make friends and maybe find my special person) but I have really bad social anxiety and idk what to include in a intro post(I don’t want to forget anything but I’m scared I’ll include too much) plus I’m scared tumblr won’t like me. I know it’s weird to ask a complete stranger for reassurance but you seem really cool.

🪷 you’re so sweet! thank you so much for the compliment ! (ृ ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ृ )ु oh my goodness, this is really late ;-; so I’m unsure if i’ll be of any help now! just in case, i’d be more than happy to give you some advice!

🪷 just remember it’s never that serious when it comes to life. there’s no ‘right’ way to do an intro post ! just fill in whatever feels right for you! but here’s an example of mine below the cut

˚˳⊹ ଘ about me < 3 ଓ ˖˚⊹

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -♡- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

🩰 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — name :: diana/bambi + others

🕯️ ଓ ˖˚⊹ — age :: seventeen (06)

🧴 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — gender , sexuality & prns :: agender. unlabelled . any .

🥛 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — MBTI :: INTP 5w6

🦢 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — Alignment stuff :: Chaotic Evil, Phlegmatic-Melancholic

🥥 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — disorders :: aunpd + unlisted (it’s just a fair warning if you ever decide to dm <3)

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -♡- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

˚˳⊹ ଘ likes , dislikes , etc ଓ ˖˚⊹

🎧 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — (dis)likes :: ♡ cats!! bunnies!! video essays , twilight/tvd , reading, music, sharks, art, fashion, honkai/genshin, medicine, winter, baking , mythology , tarot reading | ✕ sports, maths, physics, hot weather, snakes, overly sensitive/pushy people

🥥 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — books :: horror / classical / romance (genres) , portrait of dorian gray , angels before men , interview with a vampire series , hunger games , twilight saga , the vampire diaries , mina , waterfall girls , angel meat

🍵 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — shows :: good omens , gossip girl , gilmore girls , friends , the vampire diaries, alice in borderland , sweet home , strangers in hell , hannibal , rick and morty , inside job , god troubles me , adventure time , totally spies , og power puff girls , jujutsu kaisen , death note , saiki k

🩰 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — movies :: girl interrupted , the virgin svicides , mean girls , kamikaze girls , lily chou chou , fallen angels , twilight , gone girl , buffalo 99 , black swan , thirteen , jennifer’s body

🪷 ଓ ˖˚⊹ — games :: honkai (impact 3rd & star rail) , genshin , ddlc , yttd , dangan , pjsekai , enstars , omori , yume nikki , fnaf , puppet combo , chilla’s games , needy streamer overload , john doe , 14 days with you

🕯️ ଓ ˖˚⊹ — music artists :: lana del rey , ayesha erotica , mitski , artic monkeys , tnhd , deftones , mareux , vocaloid , odetari

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -♡- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

˚˳⊹ ଘ dni + boundaries ଓ ˖˚⊹

kink blogs , MAP/ZOO , lgbtphobic, cishet men, -17/26+ (flirty asks) , basic dni stuff

yappa yappa yappa boundaries

hopefully this is helpful!!! (to anon or anyone else!)

#darling speaks #darling asks #darling anon

[suiana]

I hope you know everything I say i platonic!! I just wanna make sure so your not uncomfortable!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡Honestly I kinda go over board sometimes so I wanna make sure I’m not doing anything that makes you uncomfortable!! Σ੧(❛□❛✿) (Btw I’m 15) I hope I can still be a anon! ☆彡

-darling anon

ofc bae I'm not uncomfortable so dw too much about it

n ofc you can be an anon, idc what age u are so long as u know im not responsible for the content u consume+understand that none of this is meant to be romanticised. so feel free to interact n send asks :3

#suiana's sinners #darling anon

[bettyfrommars]

To the A7x anon who left me the awesome harlot!Reader idea, I am weak in the knees to do something with that 😭 I was in a bit of a funk today, but you just inspired me. I hope to see some of the requests/imagines get weirder and more ghoulish as spooky season approaches, that would be so thrilling for me xoxoxo

#betty's asks #darling anon

[blindmagdalena]

i'm thinking about john killing someone in front of his s/o, but that was about to kill them so his violent is seem a protectiveness. to be seem bloody and not be feared....

18+ 2.7k homelander x reader, established relationship, gore, blood, morally grey reader? shower sex, fingering, praise kink, breast play, dirty talk, rough sex, count down, needy/possessive/yandere HL, reader is nondescript with f!anatomy.

Homelander is breathing shallowly, eyes wide—wild—blood dripping from his chin and from the stray strands of hair that fell forward when he lunged. He's elbow deep in a man's sternum, and his other hand is wrapped tight around his broken neck, the bones like fragments of glass poking out from beneath rapidly cooling skin.

It all happened in an instant. One second, the man currently in his hands was grabbing you by the hair, a knife swinging wildly towards your throat, and the next he was dangling from Homelander's grasp, heart slowing against his knuckles.

He laughs through his teeth, licking his lips reflexively. The blood is sour, contaminated with god knows what, but that hardly takes away from the thrill of the moment.

It's been a while since he held the gaze of someone whose life he just claimed. Long enough that he forgets where he is, and who he's with.

He drops the man to the ground like a wet sack of potatoes, innards spilling out from the hole his arm leaves behind. In the man's hand, Homelander sees something that sets his teeth on fucking edge: strands of your hair ripped from your scalp in that limp, dead palm.

"You stupid motherfucker," he growls through a crooked sickly smile, lifting his boot to crush the hand like it were nothing more than an insect. The man's heart has long since stopped, but the rapid pound of another is still loud in his ears.

Yours.

Slowly, he turns around to look at you. You're cradling your skull where you'd been grabbed, tears gathering in your wide glassy eyes, the shock of it all catching up to you. You're staring intently at the corpse, watching blood pooling out from beneath it.

You've never looked at him with fear in your eyes before, but that's precisely what he sees when your eyes meet his. It makes him bristle internally. What was he supposed to do? You were in danger, and the way you screamed will follow him into his nightmares.

He could have lost you just now. You could be the one soaking in a puddle of your own blood, losing your life to the press of nothing more than a flimsy metal blade. While Homelander has always been logically aware of your humanity and the tender vulnerability that entails, nothing has ever put it so viscerally in the forefront of his mind as a freak incident coming so close to erasing you from his life.

He did what he had to. You'll understand. You have to understand.

"Hey," he says, hands raised to you placatingly, as if coaxing a spooked wild animal. The blood just makes his crimson gloves look glossy. He blocks your view of the body. "Hey, it's alright."

Your terror is palpable in the race of your heart and the sour smell of adrenaline coursing through you.

He reaches for you with the hand that isn't drenched in viscera, but before he can take hold, you beat him to the punch, throwing yourself into his arms, your own wrapping tight around his middle, hands clasping together beneath his cape.

Caught off guard, Homelander's arms hover awkwardly for a beat before he returns your embrace. He'd been certain that he was the source of your fear after a display like that.

"He just-he tried to kill me," you rasp, tears overflowing, spilling down your cheeks, wetting his suit further. "Yeah, yeah he sure did. S'alright, he's not gonna hurt you again," he coos, stroking your back with one bloodied hand, the other cupping the back of your neck. He kisses the top of your head as you cry, working the shock and fear from your system. "Ssshhh, shhshh."

Looking over his shoulder once, he lifts you up into his arms and takes off gently into the night sky, keeping you gathered close as he flies, carrying you far away from the mess spilled all over the pavement.

Not his problem. His focus is you.

With your face buried in the crook of his neck, he can feel your tears rolling down into the collar of his suit, can smell the sea salt sweetness of them. He's never let you see that side of him before. When the shock wears off, will you see the moment for what it was?

Will you realize how much he enjoyed it?

Landing on his balcony, your arms are still tight around his neck. Neither of you have said a word since take off. He's not sure where your head is, other than the fact your racing heart has slowed to a more natural—albeit still nervous—patter.

Inside, he sets you down gently on your feet. Your balance wavers, and he settles you with his hands on your hips, staining your clothing with smears of dark blood.

He's almost afraid of breaking the tenuous quiet, but he needs to know where your head is. When you glance away, are you looking towards the door, planning your escape?

His hands tighten reflexively on your hips, and your eyes spring back up to meet his.

"You okay?" He asks quietly, warily.

"Yeah," you say, though it's hardly convincing.

"You're in shock," he says, touching the side of your face. Enough of the blood has been wiped on your clothes that it doesn't transfer much to your skin. "You remember what happened?"

Maybe your distress will leave you malleable enough for him to shape the incident just right. Make sure that you remember first and foremost that- "You saved me," you say, cutting his thoughts short. "That man was trying to hurt me, and you... you saved me."

His brows lift, surprised to hear you say it first. "Yeah. Course I did."

"You were so..." You trail off, gaze moving along his features.

Apprehension prickles from his spine all the way up to the back of his neck. He's accustomed to being scolded for his brutality by Madelyn, or looked on with thinly veiled disgust by Maeve.

They're both long gone from his life now, yet he finds himself waiting with bated breath for your response, his throat tight under the gripping hands of the ghosts of his past.

"Amazing," you exhale, banishing his specters with the sweeping wind of your breath. "God, I've never been that scared in my life, but you reacted so fast. No one has ever protected me like you do," you say, cupping his blood spattered face in your palms, smearing it into thin pink swaths across his skin with your thumbs.

He breaks into a slow, pleased smile. "Well, you've never been with anyone like me before."

"No," you agree. He can still feel a slight tremor in your hands, your body still coming down from the adrenaline high. "And I never will."

That strokes his ego deliciously. He likes the finality in your voice, the dreamy way you're looking at him, even as the smell of blood hangs heavily in the air. He almost kisses you before he remembers he's got the blood of some random thug all over his face.

"I need a shower," he says, lips close enough that his breath teases yours.

"Me too. Guess we'll have to share," you say, feigning resignation.

He grins. "Uh oh."

In the bathroom, Homelander makes quick work of undressing, but you're faster. You're already in the large shower, steaming water pouring down from above. He steps in with you, letting the water wash over you both. The water turns pink as it carries the blood away, and then sudsy as you both soap and shampoo the mess of the day from you bodies.

Once he's rinsed, he slips in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I love you," he says at your ear, trailing kisses down to the lobe, to your neck. He loves the feel of goosebumps rising against his lips.

"I love you, too," you respond as you have a thousand times before. Maybe more. He stopped counting when he was sure you'd never stop.

"How much?" He prompts, hungry for more. Your praise and assurance after a moment of such uncertainty has only made him desperate for more. He wants to wring more pretty words of admiration from you, hear more of just how good he is to you.

He can't help but color your answer with a slip of his hand between your thighs, toying with your clit.

The touch earns a shivering sigh from you. "So much. More than I can stand sometimes," you say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"I thought you'd be scared of me after seeing what you saw... What I'm capable of," he murmurs, pillowing the reminder with deft, wet fingers. "Are you?"

You shake your head. "No, m'not, mmm... You'd never hurt me," you say, breath hitching as his fingers slip in further, fingertips stroking the lips of your pussy.

"Never," he echoes, his other hand slotting over your throat just to feel each noise you make. He pulls you back flush to his body, presses his hardening cock to the curve of your ass with his a shaky groan. "I liked it," you admit quieter, moaning when he slides his middle finger inside you. The confession stirs something primal in him, makes him growl out a rough little noise against your skin, grinding his cock into you.

"I wanted to rip his fucking guts out for touching you," he says, working another finger into you, savoring the slick, velvet feel of you around them. "For trying to take you from me." His words make your cunt quiver. He can't help himself, has to pull them from you just to taste you, sucking the nectarine sweet flavor from his fingers, rolling his tongue between them, hungry for every ounce of it.

He moans around his own fingers when you reach back and take his cock firmly in your hand, jerking him slowly. "I want you inside me," you say, your legs spreading slightly, back arching into him. "Touch me until yours is the only one I remember."

Fuck. Yes, that he can do.

You let go of his cock, and he wraps an arm around your waist, guiding himself between your wet, soft thighs. You close your legs, earning a breathy noise from him as he rocks between them, the warm, wet heat of your cunt a tease along the top of his cock.

"Take me," he murmurs fervently at your ear. "Wanna be in you, feel you, fuck you, make your pussy mine."

Shuddering against him, you reach down between your legs. Pressing your fingers to the underside of his cock, you push it up as he moves forward, the thick head of it catching on your entrance and splitting you open in one long, slow thrust.

Christ, you're so fucking tight. He can feel your muscles contracting, flexing, pulling him deeper. Your cunt feels made for him.

No one will ever take you away from him.

His right hand goes across your chest, cupping your left breast and rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger while he braces you tighter to him. He rolls his hips slowly at first, relishing the tight, slippery pull of your cunt before he begins to pick up a proper pace.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He grits out, the slap of naked skin against skin loud in the shower. "Tell me how good it feels."

"Feels like being fucked by the fucking sun," you moan, gripping his arms, useless for anything other than taking his cock when he holds you like this. "Hot, you're so hot inside me, and I can feel... I can feel you holding back, it's like you're vibrating," you say, voice catching with every solid thrust. "It's like... it's like getting as much as I can take from something so much bigger than me."

He doesn't know what he expected to hear, but it isn't that. The idea that you can feel the true gravity of his power behind each restrained thrust drives him wild, makes him want to give you more, but he knows he can't. Not without breaking you. Sweet, frail, human thing that you are.

If he could, he would break you apart, fuck you until you fall to pieces in his hands, and then he would put every single fragment back where it belongs, but he can't. If he breaks you, he will lose you.

He needs you to survive him.

"Fuck, fuck," he rasps, holding you that slight bit tighter, lifting you nearly off your feet as he arches his back, lifting and dropping you onto every thrust of his hips. "M'gonna come," he says, voice reedy. "Come with me, let me feel you. I know you're close, can fuckin' feel it. Touch yourself for me, sweetheart."

Immediately, you drop a hand to your clit, the tips of your fingers brushing where he's pounding into you. The touch must be electric because you jolt against him. "I am, I am," you whine, rubbing yourself, the pleasure making you squirm.

"M'gonna count us down, alright? And you, mmmgh, you're gonna come with me," he says, already fighting to hold himself back. Your cunt is only getting tighter the closer to release you get, making it hard for him to stay focused.

"Five... four," he manages to say, desperately holding onto his final tethers of control. You're beyond speech now, reduced to nothing more than desperate, needy noises as you finger your clit, not even bothering to try and hold yourself up while Homelander mercilessly bounces you on his cock,

"Three... two..." His words are strained, balls drawn up tight, cock throbbing in the slick grip of your cunt. He needs to come so bad it makes his toes curl, but he won't let go until he feels you coming undone.

"One..."

One, two, three more thrusts, and you're screaming his name, knees curling up, your whole body tightening like a vice. The spasm of your orgasm rips his clean out of him, has him gasping into the crook of your neck.

He comes so hard his vision goes white, every movement halting, his focus purely on the ardent pounds of his cock emptying deep inside you, flooding you so thoroughly that the excess spill back down his shaft, his balls, mingling with the hot water and making him shiver from head to toe.

When he can, he takes in a deep, shuddering breath, easing his hold on you, though not by much. You're all but limp in his arms, panting, head lolled back against his shoulder. He lets the water run on the two of you a little while longer, savoring the aftershocks of your release before gingerly slipping out of you.

Carefully, he rubs the water between your thighs, tenderly cleaning you, kissing your neck, your shoulder.

"That was..." You trail off, words half slurred, and then you just laugh softly, the marvel clear in your voice.

He laughs, too, his own voice frayed. "Sure was."

The two of you put as much effort as it takes to get dry before making your way to bed, slipping beneath the cool sheets and rapidly warming them with your bodies, Homelander's in particular. He's always run hot, and you seem extra appreciative for it tonight, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his arms.

"I love you," you mumble sweetly.

Homelander draws the covers up over your shoulders before slipping his arm around you, drawing you into the warm, safe circle of his arms. "And I love you," he purrs, gently rolling his knuckles up and down your back.

You look peaceful, he thinks, watching as you begin to drift to sleep. He's sure it helps that he wore you out so thoroughly, but still, he'd anticipated that the shock of the evening would still have you worked up. It could be that you're still processing, that the trauma will return in nightmares that follow you into the night.

Maybe the threat of a rat simply makes less of an impact when you're cradled in the jaws of a lion.

Regardless, should you sleep fitfully or peacefully, he will be here.

No force in this would can keep him from you.

#homelander x you #homelander x reader #i blacked out and wrote 85% of this yesterday #i desperately wanted to finish it but had plans fghjkl #anyways wow! a brief reprieve from my writers block?? a temporary break in the dam???? #i had so much fun writing this either way #thank you for sending this!! #not proofread we die like men #my writing #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #smut

[pastel-omegas-blog]

oh my god! PUPS!!!!😭😭😭

Can we have a cute scenario of mc and Cassius with their pups?

-Darling anon

Pups are the absolute best in omegaverse so no problem. Look at Cassius already gaining a following.

Cassius spending time with his husband and pups.

I have so many cute moments for this cute family.

The first one would be when the triplets were born.

His in the room throughout the labour doing everything he can to help, from letting out his scent, to whispering sweet loving words and praises. Telling M/N that he's doing such a good job, telling him he's strong, peppering kisses on the omega's forehead not caring about the sweat , only wanting to comfort his mate

After 18 hour long process of pain and heart wrenching cries his little bundles of joys were finally around.

This man. This man who has a reputation for being a stone cold blood thirsty and ruthless warrior weeps at the sound of his pups crying for the very first time.

His thorn between leaving m/n on the bed who's recovering or going to follow the nurses as they clean his little songbirds ( came up with the nicknames on the spot because of how high their voices sounded ) up. Is this what it means to be a father now ? Not wanting your pups out of sight in case they get hurt. He ultimately stays with his husband, pumping out happy pheromones to calm down the reasonably exhausted man.

When the pups are back and properly cleaned up wrapped in the fluffiest and softest blankets the alpha feels his heart just melt all over the place. The doctors and nurses congratulate the new parents but neither pay attention, one to exhausted while the other focused on carrying his new pups from the nurse gently handing them over to him.

Strong big arms made it easier to care all his little darlings. They moved around and made little whines that just made them all the more adorable. His sons and daughter. The perfect addition to his little family.

They had his hair colour and cute little pointed ears, their eyes were closed, but it was obvious they matched his. But that was all they got from him. Their skin colour and cute cherub faces all came from their papa.

With his pups in his arms Cassius gently moved to sit beside his husband on the bed, lowering his arms so the h/c man could see the masterpieces he had created. And M/N couldn't hold back his own tears when he saw his little butterflies.

In that moment everything seemed so peaceful and warm. Cassius swore deep down he would make sure things would stay this way.

The second one would be when his older sister and Aria would come visit to see their adorable nephews and niece.

Jealous daddy Cassy who doesn't like his pups and husband's attention being taken away from him.

Navy blue eyes stared at the two women who had stolen the attention of his mate and pups and Cassius couldn't stop the pout that dragged his lips down.

His pout only deepened when he heard his daughter giggle loudly at aunty Aria's silly faces. He could make better silly faces than her!

His eyes turned to look over at his sons and husband staring in awe at his older sister using a månå spell to create illusions. He could make better.

" Honey leave your sulking corner and come join us or your going to miss out on the memories we'll make together. " M/N's scolding tone is what snaps the alpha out of his little pity party.

Begrudgingly the man moves from his spot, sticking his tongue out to his older sister when she sends him a smug smirk and the h/c omega shakes his head at his husband's childishness while Aria laughs at the sight.

As jealous we he is Cassius will admit that the moment is fun and it shows his pups just exactly how many people love them.

I've got loads more but enjoy this for now

#omegaverse #mc #dearly detested #nobility #omega male reader #ask #leon #x male reader #x omega male reader #darling anon #Cassius #Aria

[me-be-bubbles]

*hugs you from afar* you are enough. you did good today.🫂

🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

Darling anon, you've ended my day with a smile

Idk who you are but thank youuuuu.

And no need to be so sweet from afar🥺 come closer and let me return the favour by making you smile toooo

#darling anon #i have such lovely mutuals

[ab4eva]

Congratulations on 500 followers! You're awesome and your blog is awesome! I have a request for your celebration: I was wondering if you could do some domestic headcanons for '60s era movie Elvis (I know that's super specific 😂). To me this is his husband-material era, and I was wondering if you could do some HCs along those lines!

Oh my gosh, this is incredible. YES, darling anon! 60s movie Elvis is who I grew up on, so I love this. Apologies that I have taken forever to get this out, I hope it finds you and I hope you like these! Also, thank you for being so sweet? You’re awesome! 💗

• You and Elvis get married in the early 60s, quietly, in Palm Springs. It doesn’t stay quiet for very long, but you enjoy two weeks of bliss before the world finds out.

• Holed up in Frank Sinatra’s former home, the mid-century modern dream Twin Palms Estate, you make the most of your honeymoon, spending much of your time in the pool…and making good use of every bedroom, every table, every countertop.

• Shortly after your honeymoon, you and Elvis return to Hollywood where he begins work on a new film. He’s gone for long hours every day, working closely with gorgeous starlets, which starts to mess with your head a little bit. But he does the sweetest things to reassure you of his love and affection.

• Elvis arranges for you to be in a scene of the film, a pretty girl at a bar that his character hits on. You have the best time on set, Elvis carting you around to each department, showing off his “beautiful bride, ain’t she just the peachiest?”.

• After your day on set, Elvis can’t bear to be away from you for such long hours all the time, so he asks, rather shyly, if you’d bring him lunch every day and stay to eat with him. Your little heart leaps at the thought and you eagerly start planning out a menu.

• On his days off, you wake to the smell of bacon and coffee. You find him not in bed beside you, but in the kitchen in his robe and slippers, standing at the stove, scrambling eggs. His face lights up when he see you, and he sets his coffee down to scoop you up in a hug, kissing and nuzzling at you until the eggs almost burn. Almost.

• One day, towards the end of filming, you answer a knock at the door, only to find a white box with a big blue bow. Curious, you kneel down to open it and up springs the cutest little puppy you’ve ever seen. A tiny little black and white thing with sweet brown eyes and a jingly pink collar. You lift her up and cradle her to your chest, everything else forgotten, until you feel Elvis’s arms encircle your waist from behind.

• “You like her, Satnin?” he murmurs in your ear. “She reminded me of you, just had to bring her home for ya.” You turn in his arms, the puppy now cradled between you, and kiss him sweetly. “She’s wonderful,” you say, “just like my darling husband.”

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This was the last of my 500 follower celebration asks - thanks so much to everyone who sent in requests and thanks to all of you amazing lovies who are here! I love and appreciate you! Xox

#ab4eva’s 500 celly #written by ab4eva #darling anon #elvis headcanons #elvis presley

[randonauticrap]

PLZ DO MORE OF THESE NSFT ASKS CUZ MY LAWD UR A SMUT GODDESS

I AM SENT 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

STBRKSSHENALAFUSSKSKSKSKSK ANON

I don't even know what to say, other than you have made my entire week with this ask. 😭💙 THANK YOU FOR THIS AMAZING BEAUTIFUL COMPLIMENT, ANON!!!!

Fantasy Chats will return! And feel free to send me any fantasies (SFW or NSFW) at any time, and I'll answer them when I can!

💋 You are lovely, and I hope you have an even lovelier day.

#darling anon #sweet anons #fantasy chats #I'm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[blindmagdalena]

Homie with an s/o who gets cuteness aggression towards him. She'll grab and squeeze his face really hard (not like it hurts him or anything) but he is very confused about what she's doing nonetheless

It happens without rhyme or reason.

One moment Homelander is sitting peacefully on the couch, and the next he can feel you shifting next to him, moving rapidly–at least by your human standards–and pouncing on him.

It's cute that you still think you can surprise him.

You grab his cheeks like they're made of putty, squishing his face together until his lips pucker and pop apart.

"Huh-llo?" He says, looking at you with a quirked brow, the words half muffled as you push and squeeze his face.

"You're just... so fucking cute," you tell him, voice low and laced with intensity. You knead his cheeks, giving his face a sharp little shake. "You think you can just sit here and be cute like this?"

"Evidently not," he says, the words a mushy mess from his pursed mouth. "Is this assault or affection? The signals are mixed."

"It's both," you say, leaning in to kiss his squished lips. "I'm so utterly in love with you, it spills all the way over into aggression."

He laughs. "Well, aren't you lucky that you can be as aggressive as you want with me," he says, cupping your face in turn to kiss you firmer, tugging you properly into his lap.

Not that it stops him from yelling his surprise when you suddenly bite his cheek.

You're a weird one, and he's fairly certain you were made for him.

#i love cute aggression thank you for this one LMAO #homelander x reader #homelander x you #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #my writing #cute aggression