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felswritingfire · 8 months

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Homelander x Chaotic! Hyper Fem!Reader

The Homelander brainrot is real and I hate it with my whole being. I want this man dead, he's so pathetic. Anyway, I haven't watched The Boys but I'm hooked on his character thanks to falling down the rabbit hole with Character.Ai and all the talented writers for The Boys fandom, like? Absolutely scrumptious works. Also I just really wanted to write for a chaotic reader, the hyper fem part came after lmao

TW: This was written with a AFAB reader in mind so there's descriptions of Reader wearing a skirt, no pronouns specified; Homelander's creepiness is considerably toned down for this, but he does break into reader's apartment and actively stalks them; Reader says some saucy stuff; Cussing; Homelander has a panic attack/mental break down; Reader is a horny virgin; Age Gap, it's only mentioned once or twice, but it's still there and prevalent; Gen Z humor- reader is a Gen Z baby, they're in their early 20s

"You didn't tell me that Homelander had a slutty ass waist." The words caught him off guard. They were whispered. Somewhere in the crowd. His eyes fought to stay glued onto the press speaker, his smile twitching ever so slightly. The comment had hung in his head, floating around like a phantom, even as he took the stage and did his speech perfectly. Like always. He preens as the people clap and cheer for him. Then the voice chirps out, in the safety of the cheering and the noise: "Homelander? More like Sluttylander, am I right?" He hears a scoff after that, zeroing in on the conversation now: two women. No older than their mid 20s. "Hey, I mean that respectfully." "You know he's like 20 years older than you, right?" "I'll bend him over and make him call me daddy. I'm not a coward." A cackle. He had scanned the crowd while keeping a smile plastered on his lips. He was curious what foul mouth little shit was talking. Until his gaze lands on… you. You look like the cat that got the cream as you look at your friend who has to hold onto you for support as she giggles and laughs. Your bright eyed gaze moves from her back to him just to tense as you catch his gaze. "Um," you elbow her- Renae- to get her attention and she giggles before she looks and she's freezing too. "He isn't looking at us is he?" She shrugs. "I don't know…" she trails off. You squint before covering your mouth with your hands, talking just loud enough for Renae to hear you but no one else. "Blink twice if you can hear us." It was a joke. There's no way- And then he's blinking. Once. Twice. "Oh bitch-tits." You want to scream, grabbing Renae's wrist, pushing through the crowd. "Fuck, dude, this is going to be my thirteenth reason, I swear to fuck-" He watches the two of you go. He shouldn't be interested. You're just some snot nosed kid. But… how you spoke, the chaotic-ness of it all. The way the light caught your hair, the curves of your body, the way that skirt flares up as you scurry away... he's intrigued to say the least…

💫 Homelander wasn't normally so… interested in the general public, but he had been quick to commit your face and voice to memory. He had actually stumbled upon you, finding out you worked at some high-end retail job. You dealt with snooty people and all the while kept up that pretty little customer service smile despite the clear signs of barely concealed frustration searing under your skin. He could smell the heat of your blood and watched you through the building's walls when you went on break and sat down stiffly, just to scream into your hands. It started out as something funny because he found your misery amusing and then the descent into madness started.

💫 It was like he went through the five stages of grief. At first he had convinced himself that he keeps watching you out of sheer amusement. And then he started to take in more pieces of you: how you took care of things you treasure; how you cared and cooed at the plants that were in your house; how you talked to that damn fish that your treasured so much; your little mannerisms- things he started to find… cute. Then it was denile: no he didn't find you cute he found you amusing. He laughed when you seethed about your toast burning; how you had a breakdown as soon as you got off work because the crushing weight of living in a capitalistic society came crashing down on you; how you talked to yourself like you were having a full blown conversation with another person- you were amusing. And then came the realization and then rage: how dare you make him feel like this? You were just a sniveling little thing. He was a god. How dare you? And then came acceptance. He was… casual when he accepted it. Like all the turmoil had fallen off his shoulders. He was watching you, taking in how you nurtured your "plant children", how you talked to them and wiped the dust off their leaves. It made his heart flutter.

💫 After that, his casual viewings become much more of a time investment as he pays closer and closer attention to you. Every waking moment he has when he's not busy juggling the press and Vought, is spent watching you. Taking in information and storing it in his brain for safe keeping: what you like to eat; your favorite type of plant; your dream vacation; what type of fish you have (you have a betta. He searched them up. He learned all about them to feel closer to you).

💫 Soon enough, observing isn't enough. He starts to go into your apartment when you're not home, looking at the coziness of your space. Taking in the scent and looking at your plants and your Betta fish that flares his gills at him. It makes him snort in amusement. How cute. He'll lay on your bed, shoving his face into your pillows and inhaling deeply, moaning in contentment.

💫 He also starts to "coincidentally" run into you on the streets. He finds it so funny each time you gawk at him. A "holy fuck!" Leaving you as you gesture wildly, "it's fucking Homelander!"

○ He's not too keen on your potty mouth, but he supposes he can let it slide. He's just as bad.

💫 He smiles his charming little smile as he'll make small talk with you, his hands on his hips as he takes you in. He loves knowing how much stronger he is than you and he has to fight hard to keep from popping a boner. You're so fun to talk to, you say the most out of pocket things:

"Yeah, like, almost got stabbed by a homeless man today. Like, 0/10 would not recommend." You said, looking at your nails. Frowning about the nail polish already chipping. "Yeah, well, not many people put 'being stabbed' at the top of their list of things to happen to them." He replies with a laugh, moving closer to you, taking in that mellow perfume you wear. "I mean, I'm down for knife play, but I'm a classy slut. You have to take me to dinner first." He's flabbergasted. He loves it.

💫 He begins to insert himself into your life, taking up more and more of your free time, you don't even notice it at first. How he just… starts spending time at your home. How you two begin a ritual of movie night every Saturday (he forced Vought to make that day his off day. He was not to be called under any circumstance short of the world going to implode on itself). You have so many emotions in that body of yours and he finds it amusing when you gasp or a look of disgust crosses your face at something a character did. You'd be horrible at poker.

"What the fu-" He has an easy smile on his face as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and places his hand over your mouth. Not threateningly. More playful than anything. You simply hold onto his hand with both of yours as you watch the screen.

💫 You catch him off guard all the time. Your girly appearance gives nothing away to the chaotic tendencies. You were the closest thing to an actual agent of chaos he's seen. He once watched you, while you were with that little friend of yours- Renae- run across the street as a group of men cat called you, swinging your purse at high velocity speed, yelling: "I'll fucking end your bloodline!" The men were terrified and scurried off screaming "crazy bitch!" You had given Renae a thumbs up, proud of yourself. He also watched you steal a pro-life abortion sign "saying Jesus wouldn't want this" and javelin throwing it into someone's backyard pool before bolting down the street, cackling. Both times in heels. Both times he was weirdly turned on.

💫 He likes how girly you dress. He loves it actually. He loves all the soft pastel colors you wear and the pleated skirts. It makes you look soft and delicate and he's obsessed with it. He has a tendency to pull at the hem of your skirt, flick it up slightly. You just give him a dead stare and lift up your skirt. "Shorts, bitch." You do it every time and he thinks it's funny.

💫 He hates that you're home screen is a collage of Soldier Boy with that stupid cursive font saying: "my daddy is super dead, but he could still hit it <;3". He hates it and then your lock screen is of your fish.

"Why do you have that?" He asks with disdain. "What?" She asks looking up at him. He rolls his eyes. "Don't play stupid. Why is he your wallpaper? He's dead. He's been dead." Sure, that was his hero but like hell he wanted to see that man's charming smirk on your homescreen. "Soldier Boys is hot." You say it with all the seriousness of someone telling a prophecy. Homelander's eye twitches. "And I'm not." "No. You are. With your slutty waist." She assures him. "But Soldier Boy is the OG daddy." He scoffs.

● He ends up stealing your phone later on when you're not looking and changing the wallpaper himself, having memorized your password.

💫 For as flirty and raunchy your mind was, you were oddly freaked out of genuine touch. The first time he tried to make a move on you, you screamed and almost gave yourself a concussion with how you fell over the arm of the couch. He was stunned until you explained you had issues with romantic touch. "Daddy issues, am I right?" She tries to play it off with a laugh. He is not laughing. Later, though, he starts to find it amusing, taking the chance to make you squirm and blush is so funny to him. He revels in your pain and embarrassment.

● He has killed people who had done the same. Like, actually snapped a guy's neck for it.

💫 He is NOT thrilled when you talk about wanting to rail fictional characters. He actually gets pouty. Genuinely gets pissy. He tries to ban you from watching anime.

"But. Toji hot." "I don't care if 'Toji hot'. He spits. "Toji is a fictional character. You need a real man that knows how to please you." You look at him, eating a spoonful of cereal despite his protests about eating it so late. You chew slowly and swallow. "Toji's got that potent dad nut. It works, John." Homelander practically chokes on his spit at that.

💫 He lets you call him John. He likes when you call him John. Call him John.

💫 He actually tries to be better for you because you've voiced how you didn't like when people get hurt. He tries. Key word tries to be more aware, to be a better person. Just for you.

💫 Absolutely goes insane if you praise him. It's all he wants and all her craves. You've casually complimented him once and he's latched onto it ever since. He's infatuated with your praise. He's like a puppy, looking to you after he did a good deed, looking to you when he does a chore right. It's almost better than sex for him. Almost.

💫 He's elated when you let him lay in your lap. Despite how squeamish you were about sex, you craved physical touch and, guess what? So does he! He's obsessed with laying down and taking in your sweet scent, your fingers playing with his hair as you scroll through your phone. He adores the casual touches you leave on him, adore every time you hang onto his arm. He knows you don't mean anything romantic, but it still fills a hole to have a genuine companion that cares about him in his life.

💫 You've helped him after a breakdown, when his mind felt like it was splitting and his ego was taking in a mind of its own- and then there you were. In all your pretty, pastel colored and pleated skirt glory.

"John?" You say softly, not approaching him just yet. Giving him the space he needs. "Do you need a hug?" He's breathing hard. He didn't know why he came to your apartment. He thought he was going back to his penthouse in Vought towers. But no. Here he was. And you're standing there, confused about your pretty features. The chaotic side of you is completely gone for the moment. He just stares at you. Of course you'd run to some bitch. A voice hisses in his head. We're a god among men and you come crawling to some fucking- He squeezes his eyes shut. Your eyes soften. "Come on." You say, your voice soft and gently. A soft coo to him. "Let's sit you down." You open the door wider for him and he trudges in, looking completely drained. He sinks into your couch and you disappear into your room and come out with a fuzzy blanket. The one you wrap around the two of you have movie night. You drape it over him, gently. "It's ok, sweetheart," you say. "I don't know what's happening but you're safe now." He almost scoffs. No one could touch him. He was The Homelander. But… how you said it. It made his chest ache with something heavy. "Can… Can you hold me?" He practically whispers. "Of course, honey." You open your arms up for him. He immediately melts into your hold, his head pressing against the crook of your neck, his hands desperately clinging to the back of your shirt. He sucks in a breath of your scent before he breaks, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as his sobs into you. He's not a pretty crier. But who is? You run your hand through his hair. Your cheek resting against his head. It feels strange to see a man that could be your father break down. But you had a feeling he was a mess on the inside. All that bravado and charisma making up for an abysmal childhood. It takes him a while to calm down. His puffy eyes blinking, his blue eyes glassy, he sniffles. "Oh, sweetie," you coo, swiping your thumb under his eyes to wipe the tear streaks away. "You look like a mess." You say softly, not to make fun of him. Just to state an obvious fact. He sniffles, glaring at you. You smile at him and he melts.

💫 He won't let you paint his nails, but he wants to paint your nails. He has a pension for picking colors related to him. You make fun of him for it.

💫 He lets you put accessories in his hair. ONLY when it's movie night. He did accidentally go to a meeting with a hair clip that has rhinestones that spelt 'JUICY' on it. The Seven stayed silent and he was embarrassed as hell when he saw it in the mirror of the window.

💫 HE IS ACTUALLY TRAUMATIZED WHEN YOU FIGURE OUT HE WEARS A BODYSUIT OH MY GOD. HE SUFFERS. THAT'S HOW YOU GET HIM BACK FOR MESSING WITH YOUR FLUSTEREDNESS.

"What's up, my cute stick bug." "Shut the fuck up." You are the only person allowed to poke fun at him about that. Anyone else would get obliterated.

💫 If you involve him in picking out your outfits, he has hit Nirvana. He has truly seen heaven. He actually has a pretty solid eye for clothes. But he will take the opportunity to coordinate an outfit that has colors that compliment his hero outfit. If you notice, he'll play dumb.

💫 Anyway, congratulations, you have an OP friend. Until he isn't content with just being friends any more….

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to support me consider donating to my Ko-fi!

#the boys tv #the boys #the boys amazon #homelander #the boys homelander #the boys x reader #homelander x reader #x reader #fem reader #afab reader #kinda nsfw.#tw: age gap #tw: cussing #tw: stalking #tw: breaking and entering #not a reblog.#I messed with one thing and now this fuck ass is eating up my life #shoot me in the foot now I swore no mommy issues man would give me this many emotions and here I am #I AM FULY AWARE HE'S A HORRIBLE PERSON DON'T WORRY #IT HAUNTS ME #Also this is under the pretext of Reader not realizing how much of a piece of shit he is #But I kind of churned these out so...#if you want a part 2 totally ask #I wanna write one with Soldier Boy #also if he was played by anyone else other than fucking Jensen I'd beat the shit out of him. No shield would save his ass from my wrath #say goodbye to your knee peepaw #READER ALSO DOESN'T KNOW THE FULL EXTENT OF HIS MOMMY ISSUES. AT ALL.#READER KNOWS HE HAS ISSUES BUT NOT HOW BAD

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re-samo · 1 year

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It's been a hot minute and I thought the perfect way to get back into it is by offering my favorite Old One, stilly little Cthugha <3 OF COURSE WITH MY FAVORITE GIRLS

#not a reblog.#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #my art.#housamo juno #housamo taurus #housamo ocs #sfw #cthugha #I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE'S SO SILLY #also his event is going on right now jsdlfkjdfls #also #spoilers for chapter 11 (I think) but do you think that the Berserkers like walk him??? Like put him on a kiddie leash or something???#because Claude just casually has him in the basement jdslfkjdf;l

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bruisedknucklesandbloodykisses · 1 year

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Coming Back from the Diner

CW: Modern AU; Half Dead Guy; Blood; Cussing; Description of Wounds; Manipulation; Gaslighting; Callous Behavior (Ging); Reader is very much teetering on denial and dissociation; passive reader; No defined pronouns but AFAB reader is heavily implied towards the end; Reader is referenced as 'House Wife' Mentions of pregnancy; Established relationship; Reader is Gon’s stepparent; Ging is an actual present father in Gon's life

Summary: On your walk home from work, you find your boyfriend of two years, Ging, standing over the body of a- what you can only assume- dead man, covered in blood.

Word Count: 2,020

There was something to be said about how well you were taking this. You would have applauded yourself if your legs weren’t trembling so bad and the corners of your vision weren’t slowly fizzing out into a fuzzy tunnel vision that was slowly eating up your peripheral vision.

Ging (your lovely, awkward, brash, and shy boyfriend) stood staring at you with an even gaze. Someone lay at his feet, unmoving, blood pooling around their head and the sleeves of his well worn button up rolled up to his elbows, had flecks of blood on the off white fabric in random places. You gulped as your gaze followed the slight bulge of the vein that traveled down his forearm. You felt silly that you always felt surprised seeing how muscular he was- how defined his muscles were- his architect work was a serious workout. You had told him that once and he just grunted. Told you to be happy you had a cute boyfriend who naturally had a six pack.

You had smacked his shoulder for his cheeky attitude. He had just grunted again and claimed he was being ‘domestically abused’.

The further your eyes traveled down, the more red there was. His knuckles were dripping blood and you couldn’t tell if it was his or the person’s at his feet.

“Are- are you ok?” You had blurted out. You hadn’t meant to. It was the first thing that came to mind though- somewhere in your overheating mind a voice was telling you to check on Ging. Check on the man you were so madly in love with.

He blinked, head tilting before his eyes narrowed at you. “You serious?”

You don’t say anything. Your hands digging into the hem of your shirt and twisting the fabric.

“Holy shit,” he says it in a breathless laugh. “Holy shit. You’re serious.” He points with a bloody finger at the person- man- on the ground, “this guy is lying here and you’re asking me if I’m ok?”

Your throat tightens at the way he simply steps over the guy. Your eyebrows knit together. Why did he look so familiar? Fingers pinch your chin, guiding you to look at Ging’s eyes: they’re sharp and swirling with an emotion you can’t place. Whatever it is, it sends chills up your spine. “The hell is wrong with you?”

“I- you’re,” you suddenly can’t breathe, hand pulling at his wrist to look at his hand. “You’re hurt.”

He watches as you ghost your thumb over the splintered skin, the drying blood on his hand. You pull his hand down to naval level and start dabbing his hand with the (now wrinkled and untucked) hem of your shirt. It was staining the light blue fabric red. He titled his head again. “You love that shirt.”

The statement was more of an observation on his part rather than for you to give him an answer back, but nonetheless you whisper: “I love you more.”

His hands twitch in your hold.

Ging’s breath is suddenly right next to your ear and you shudder at the warmth of it on your clammy skin. “You love me? Despite that guy who’s drowning in a pool of his own blood?”

You freeze. That man isn’t dead? Your ears pick up on the soft, wet sound of wheezing. You refuse to look at him though. You lean your head forward against his shoulder. He was sturdy. Just like all the buildings he worked on. Your gaze remained glued to his hands, slowly rubbing the blood away until you saw patches of his sun kissed skin. Your eyes are watering and you feel your throat tighten but your words are clear in the quiet. “I love you.”

He pulls his hands away from you, cupping your face, once again, guiding you to look at him. This time, Ging’s features are more calculative- more observant and calm- than before. He tilts his own head back, looking down his nose at you, as he begins to turn your head this way and that. Soon enough a boyish grin was spreading across his face. “You weren’t lying. You are totally and irreversibly whipped for me.” His sticky palms ran down from your cheeks to rest at the junction of your neck. The corners of his eyes crinkled, pupils shrinking in a way that you knew he was about to be crude. “I could probably kill that guy now and you’d still be whipped for me.”

Your blood felt like ice. Ging’s hands suddenly molten against your prickling skin.

He seemed to soften. “Sorry.” He muttered. He was always so gruff with his apologies. “I won’t do that.” He glanced behind him. “I think he learned his lesson, anyway.”

“What did he do?”

“Hm? Him?” Ging jerked his thumb at the man from over his shoulder. Though one of his hands was still resting on you, it had traveled from your neck and was now loosely holding onto your shoulder. He scratched at his stubbled chin. He looked embarrassed. “Ah, shit.” There were little smears of blood on his chin now and you couldn’t help but reach a trembling hand up and try to wipe it away before it dried. He wrinkled his nose at the gesture but didn’t stop you, his cheeks heating up. “Aw, damn,” he suddenly blurted, “I was annoyed by this fucker.”

You blinked. “Why?”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t remember the guy that’s been hounding you for- what? A week? At the diner?”

You blinked once, twice- and then it hit you. Brad. Fuck. That guy’s name was Brad. He had been bothering you for a straight week. Coming into the diner that you worked at (Ging would pout about you still working there. Dropping blatant hints that he wanted you to quit, just become a stay at home mom for his little toddler, Gon. It was tempting. You loved that little bundle of joy, but you wanted to stick it out at least until they had someone to fill your position) harassing you, catcalling you, or just becoming aggressive and borderline violent when you didn’t give him the attention he craved.

You had told Ging about it a couple of times, nothing horrible just annoyances that stemmed from him. You insisted that you were fine, that you could handle it.

But last night, the steady stream of anxieties slipped out as you tended to Gon. Despite how much fun Gon was having with playing with your fingers, giggling and squealing as you tickled his round belly, you couldn’t shake the pit of dread that had formed in your gut. “I just- I don’t know, Ging- he’s getting bolder. It’s uncomfortable and my boss has gotten death threats from him for trying to stand up for me- I just-” you sighed, fingers going limp and a confused little Gon staring up at you. You had traced your fingertips over his soft, chubby cheek and he began to giggle again- “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want him coming after Gon- after you. I-”

Ging, who was sitting on the worn out love seat of your living room, was instantly crouching down next to you, squinting at you with that silent sort of judgment that he liked to carry around. He poked your forehead. “Quit whining. I’ll take care of it.”

“Whining?” You repeated, annoyed, “I was just venting to you-”

Him pressing his lips to yours ended the scolding there. The tension in your shoulders left you as you became boneless against him. The two of you pulled apart easily, staring into one another’s eyes. “I’ll take care of it.” He repeated, voice soft, one of his calloused hands came to cup your cheek. Your eyelashes had fluttered as you pressed against the hand. Though, it wasn’t long before a small whine caught your attention. A little Gon staring up at you with round eyes, pouting.

The anxiety had completely washed away by the time you wrapped your arms around him, leaning your whole weight against Ging while he grumbled as he wrapped his arms around the two of you. He yelled, "Hey!” when Gon had pushed his face away, pressing a plump cheek against yours, to which the toddler started giggling.

The warm feelings left as Ging lightly flicks your forehead. “You remember now?”

You nod, fingers shake as you rub the (lightly) abused spot. “What-” you clear your throat, your jaw feeling numb. “What’re we gonna do with him?” The realization that there was a half dead man out in the middle of a back alley on your way home from the diner was settling heavy on your shoulders. If it weren’t for the annoyed grunt that Ging had let out when he brushed his thumb over his torn knuckles, you probably wouldn’t have noticed them at all.

He looked thoughtful for a moment. He shrugged and brushed past you, “nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

You were stunned. By the time you had gathered your barings, Ging was already rounding the corner of the brick wall. “Ging! What do you mean ‘nothing’?”

“I mean what I mean,” he shoved his hands into his pockets, taking long strides. “Someone will find him in the morning, dead or not- not like people don’t get beat up ‘round here all the time-” he spun on his heel to jab a finger into your chest- “that’s why I don’t want you walking around anymore at night-”

“But I have a job-”

“Not anymore.” He said, that easy grin cracking across his face as he steps back into your personal space, once again, noses brushing against one another. “You are going to call in and quit tomorrow and then-” he rests his hands on your hips, pressing the two of you impossibly closer- “you’re gonna take care of our little rugrat while I go out and work on some things and then I’ll be back-” his hands were scorching hot, seemingly searing into your flesh- “and I’ll put a kid in you, and you’ll be my perfect little housewife.”

“Ging, you can’t just-”

He presses a finger against your lips, that strange emotion swirling in his bright eyes again. “Nuh-uh.” He took a deep breath before continuing, voice low and rumbling somewhere deep in his chest, “the world is a scary place. You wanna know where I caught that guy?” He leaned against you, lips brushing your ear, “I found him, with a knife, waiting outside the diner. I wonder who he could have possibly been waiting for.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry, limbs shaking even harder. Your fingers felt numb as you dug them into his shirt.

“Yeah. Pretty nerve wracking, huh?” He began to sway the two of you, him making that strange little humming noise he made when he was giddy about something. “But you wouldn’t have to worry about any of that at home. You’d have me and Gon. Mito could keep you company if you get that lonely, you know? Though, I know how much you love that little kid. And he loves you too. So just stay at home for him, ok?”

You could barely form the words, “ok.”

He hummed, happy as he pulled you along, chattering about his day as if his hands weren’t still sticky and hot from the blood of a man he practically beat to death. And yet, you held onto the hand that held yours with all the strength you could muster as you followed him on your bambi legs, the numb part of your brain thinking about how excited you were to see your little boy, Gon, when you got home.

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quails-adventures · 2 years

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Quail, would you like to join me for a cup of tea~?

"I don't usually talk that much to people I first meet, but I feel at ease with you somehow-"

[Enter Nico Robin Part 2 End]

#one piece ask blog #one piece #oc ask blog #ask blog #answered!#thank you so much dear!#one piece robin #nico robin #quail #ask quail #aves pirates #not a reblog.#straw hat pirates #i really like how this came out #I LOVE YOUR ART BTW THE PERSON WHO SENT IN THIS ASK #YOU DRAW ROBIN SO DAMN PRETTY #LIKE 😩😩😩😩

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amtrak-official · 1 month

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Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from

#reblog bait

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mikey-ways-dogshit-bread · 3 months

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If King Charles dies on or before March 25th, 2024, he will technically be the shortest-reigning king in English history.

Anyway, like to charge, reblog to cast.

#king charles #king charles iii #king edward #king edward viii #march 25 #the royal leech #royal family #britain #lmao #like to charge #reblog to cast

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bokkerijder · 3 months

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pro-AI in the sense of "they taught a bread scanning computer to recognize cancer cells" etc etc

against AI in the sense of "we stole artwork from hundreds to thousands of artists, didn't credit them and didn't financially compensate them"

#rambles '24 #ok to reblog btw #all my posts are ok to reblog #if not i would make them unrebloggable lmao #edit: i am a fool #i said that thinking this would maybe get 5 notes or something #and now we're here lol

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mayhemchicken-artblog · 7 days

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in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

#art #i had to block multiple people because of this post and i easily could have blocked more #do you guys have any idea how exhausting it is to hear 400 people make the exact same unfunny joke each thinking they're being original #or worry that another person might get harassed over a post i made because of the way people are talking about them #or be harassed/insulted YOURSELF because some people don't know how to fucking behave #you guys don't get reblogs back. you should be grateful i'm leaving the post up at all.

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icarus-showmethemoon · 27 days

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

#please reblog #interact please #boop day

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cahootings · 5 months

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I redownload this app for one day once every maybe two months and unfortunately I’m rewarded every time

#everyone reblogging this needs to go stream our flag means death on max #and suck your friends’ fingers

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felsdumpsterfire · 1 year

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Headcanon: Cahara is not a morning person. Also he gives many kisses. Because he's a whore like that

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felswritingfire · 2 years

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Could you do Dislyte Drew with breeding kink headcanons?

TW: Breeding Kink; Reader is described as AFAB but pronouns are not explicit; Other TW's will be added before the individuals snippets

Ok, so I know you only asked for Drew, but I had to throw in Sander and Freddy to make sure we had the Furry Triad lmao, so pls forgive for the two extras in there. Also I just went with an AFAB reader because, well, I know how those work lmaoooo also it's been a while since I've written smut so, just to be om the safe side jdkdkd

So if you'd like AMAB instead totes send in an ask!

(Extra note from Fel: I JUST READ THE HC PART AND I WROTE THESE AS FUCKING MINI SCENARIOS OMG, I'M SO SORRY, IF YOU WANT ME TO REWRITE THEM, YOU CAN TOTALLY ASK OMG 😭😭😭)

Drew:

TW: Whiny Drew; Dom leaning Reader; Sub leaning Drew; Begging

“Are you alright, love?” Drew’s voice was gentle against the shell of your ear, his wet nose nuzzling against your sweaty neck. You shivered as his long, pink tongue licked slow stripes against your pulse. “We can-” he let out a labored breath at the way you pulsed around him- “we can take a break- you’ve already helped me so much, I don’t want to-” his ramble cut off into a moan as you squeezed your legs harder around his thin waist, pulling him close to you.

He had already cum in you twice, but he was still hard- pulsing with want and need inside of you. You were already so sensitive, but the desperate, ghost of whines that you sound from the back of his throat, like he was in physical pain, and how could you possibly leave him like that? So, once again, you grind your hips against his the best you can- pulling him as deep as he’ll go. “It’s ok-” you whimper- “I’ll be ok- move, baby, move.”

A full body shiver rushes over him and in a sudden, fluid movement, he’s squeezing you close to him as he begins to piston himself in and out of you. “Thank you! Th-thank you, my darling- my good darling- my sweet darling-” he slurs, rubbing his muzzle against your cheek- “you’re so good to me- so, so sweet and caring and- and-”

His words began to bleed together as his thrusts became sloppier, hips shaking as he chased his high. He pulled away from you, pausing for a moment in his movements to push your shoulders down and pressing you against the mattress.

You can’t help but think he looks beautiful like this: ears flickering wildly, his purple eyes bright with energy, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth- Drew looks like an utterly, perfect mess.

A moan rips out of your throat at the sudden explosion of pleasure from the stimulation of his thumb rubbing firm circles on your sensitive clit.

You barely caught his mumbles as high pitched begging: “please cum with me- please, please, please, darling- please, I’ll do anything for you. I love you, I love you. Cum, cum, cum, cum-”

It was enough to push you over the edge. You convulsed around him, reaching out to him and dragging him down as soon as he leaned back down, his arms buckling from being suddenly dragged into his climax as well. You cling onto him, hips spasming as you ride out your orgasm.

Your stomach feels so heavy with heat, cum threatening to spill out of the sides of Drew’s knot as it locks into you.

Drew is still trembling by the time he regains his composure, his ears flickering forward and a heat flushing over him. “Ah, darling, may we go one more time? Please?”

Freddy:

TW: Dirty Talk; Pet Play(?); use of the word ‘pet’ (not on Freddy); Implied Size Kink; Mentions of a Knot (he’s a wolf, duh- bro got furrified, we die like men)

You felt like the air was being pressed out of your chest as the fat head of Freddy’s dick pushed into you You couldn’t believe that it was only the head- it was already giving you such a burning stretch, causing a tremble in your lower belly and a gush of fluid to come out of you. You trembled, face flushing deeper in embarrassment.

“Oh, fuck-” Freddy choked, rocking his hips back a forth, only barely pressing himself in and out of you- “how is the rest of me gonna fit?”

You didn’t know if he was talking to you, but you hoped he wasn’t because he began to put more weight into his short thrusts, bit by bit his length sheathing inside of you and stretching you wider and wider; the veins on the underside of his shaft were throbbing against your gummy walls, the heaviness settling inside of you as if it was weighing itself in your throat.

You yelped when he gave a rougher thrust, lifting you by your hips and bullying his way into you. Tears weighed heavy on your lash line as the sudden zing of pain and over sensitivity shot up your spine. “F-Freddy-”

“No- no- ah-” he hunched forward, resting all his weight on one thick, burly arm next to your head. His snout nuzzled against your throat as his fur shifted like waves in shivers. “Fuck- try to relax- ‘m gonna cum too early if you don’t.” He was already slurring his words, almost like he was drunk. And maybe he was because you weren’t faring any better with how hazy your brain was beginning to get.

‘-gonna cum too early-’ Your brain clung to that tiny phrase like a lifeline. You could already see the way he’d bare his teeth, how drool would come from the sides of his mouth, the tight crease between his eyebrows- fuck, he’d be so fucking pretty. You squeezed around him, a pulse of arousal causing your walls to clamp around his thick cock.

He whined, whole body shaking like an earthquake. He sucked in a deep breath, yellow eyes flashing with a warning. “Don’t- don’t do that, unless you want me to fuck you into the matress.”

You let out a moan at that- wanton, needy.

A nasty smirk pulled at his lips. “Oh? You like the thought of that? The thought of your big man fucking you like a bitch in heat?” He started to rock his hips, grinding against you, much needed pressure being applied to your clit. You trembled, mouth hanging open in soft pants. “Fuckin’ fill ya up til’ you can’t take anymore?” Each word was emphasized with a hard thrust and growl. “Maybe I’ll plug you up with a knot- had to get used to that thing, you know? It’ll be a stretch-” his grin grew, eyes swirling with an almost unhinged sense of energy- “we can make it fit? Don’t ya think? You’ll be a good pet for me while I fuck you and fill you up over-” you almost choked on your spit when he suddenly grabbed you by the undersides of you knees and practically folded you in half- “and over-” he began to thrust fast, moaning loud in your ear as all you could do was cling to him, your voice high pitched and whiney with almost screams from each thrust- “and over again. Would you just love that, baby?”

Sander:

TW: Sander is fucking mean; Overstimulation; Sadistic Tendencies (Sanders); Biting/Nipping; Blatant Dom/Sub Dynamics; Dirty Talk (use of the reader being called ‘whore’ , 'slut' and ‘toy’)

Sander had your chest pressed flat to his desk, his hips jackhammering into you without a care for your own pleasure. The hard edge of the wood dug into your stomach. “S-Sander,” you whimper. “S’hurts- p-please just a little more gentle-” your plea is interrupted by a yelp ripped out of you as the Espers’ huge hand grabs your arm and pulls you back, forcing your back to arch at an uncomfortable angle.

“You asked for this- now stop complaining and be a good whore.” He bit out, tilting his hips up to fuck into you.

Stars exploded behind your eyes, your legs trembled with the effort of standing up. Your shoulder was sore with bite marks and bruises from where he had nipped at you. He seemed more frustrated than normal today, using you as his main source of stress relief.

He leans over his chest pressed flush against your back, his hip movements precise and calculating. His breath was hot against your ear, “you like this don’t you?” His voice was gravelly, low in his throat. “Like being a good little toy for me don’t you? The perfect fucking slut for me to spill myself into.” His breathing began to get labored, his thrusts becoming more firm, more sporadic.

The air in your throat being jostled out of you as he pulls your hips back against him. You try to call out his name, try to whimper out how good you feel when he shoves his long fingers into your mouth. He holds your tongue down, giving the rough command of: “suck.”

And you do. Eyes watering as you try your best to purse your lips and lathe your tongue over the two digits, even as he pushed them further down your throat. You gagged and he let out a breathless laugh that quickly bled into a long, drawn out moan as his dick twitched. His hand darted down to your clit and he began to rub rough circles into it. The electric pleasure dancing up and down your back had you twitching and letting out muffled whining, the tears finally spilling over your cheeks.

The pain of sharp fangs digging into your shoulder made you shudder, tipping you into your orgasm, your body spasming around him and your legs almost buckled from under your if Sander wasn’t holding you up, almost squeezing the breath out of you with how tightly his arms squeezed you against him. He let out a guttural growl, his movements stopping all together as he pressed himself as far into you as possible. The heat of his cum causes you to shudder again, your eyes squeezing shut at the sudden over stimulation.

The room was silent for a moment, Sander having pulled his fingers out and allowing you to lean against the now cold desk, catching your breath, before you let out a startled yelp as he dragged his hips out again, slowly.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

#not a reblog.#dislyte x reader #dislyte drew #dislyte freddy #dislyte sander #drew x reader #sander x reader #freddy x reader #n/sfw #tw: cussing #tw: breeding #tw: biting #x reader #afab reader #gn reader #i couldn't *not* add the other two ok????#THEY COME AS A PACK #no pun intended but I digress

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