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[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Wearing Their Clothes

Requested: i followed you for succession and currently im the boys brainrotted so you wouldnt believe my excitement when i realised you wrote for the boys too!!!!! i want to request maybe hc on how the boys would react to reader wearing their sweater/tshirts - anon

A/N: My love, the brain rot is so real!!! When I tell you I have an entire folder of The Boys edits, I mean I am kicking my feet and giggling at these people covered in blood lol. Thank you for requesting! Please feel free to again, I absolutely love writing preferences! I hope you like it!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

Butcher absolutely adores you wearing his coat. It drives him wild. It started one night where you two were alone, the group split up. While everyone else had their own jobs, you and Butcher were on surveillance. It was freezing out. He noticed the goosebumps on your arms. You swore you were fine, but he could tell you were putting up a front. Oi, just take it. Not wanting to blow your cover and fight, you put his coat around your shoulders, thanking him. It's a long night and you take shifts. When he catches you curled in a ball, his coat wrapped around you, it tugs at his heartstrings. Something about this image of you just makes him melt. After that, he's eager to see it again. Realizing this, you never turn down his offer. Now you basically have 50/50 custody. You like it. It's warm and worn, but it also smells like him and, when you're apart, remains a reminder that he's always looking out for you. Both M.M. and Frenchie are full of jokes when they catch you wearing it, but Annie and Hughie find it endearing.

Hughie loves that you wear his t-shirts and hates it. Not only do you look better in them than him, which is annoying enough, and now everyone finds them funny now that you're wearing them, but now he can never find the one shirt he wants to wear. It's either on your body or in your closet. Of course he would never stop you, he doesn't want you to stop, but he does wish there was a little bit more of a compromise. You wore it the first time you slept over. Your shirt had been discarded somewhere you couldn't find, but Hughie's was right there. He tried not to show it, he tried not to get caught smiling, but he was way too obvious. Something about seeing you in his shirt made his day, his life. It never gets old. When it's laundry day, most of your clothes end up being his. Now he has double the laundry. Still, it's worth it. His clothes always come back smelling like you. When they get ripped or torn from fights you apologize profusely, but he's just glad you're okay. Who cares about a stupid shirt?

Annie has always loved you in her clothes. When you moved in together, your clothes just sort of became jumbled. Neither of you felt the need to separate them, so you really can't tell if the sweater you're wearing is hers of yours. When she buys clothes she always makes sure you like what she's picking out so that you both can wear it. No one even noticed what you two were doing, that one day you'd be wearing a shirt and a few days later it would be her turn, it's just sort of become a thing. When something gets ripped or torn or covered in blood, you're the first to make jokes. I loved that sweater, you say, though Annie knows what you really mean is it's a stupid piece of clothing, you're just glad she's okay, that's all that matters. Your favorite thing is to look at pictures where, in one, you're wearing this sweater and, in the next, she is. Something about that puts a smile on your face.

M.M. feels a little insecure. You used to love wearing his shirts. Truthfully, no one can tell what's his and what's yours, your and his clothes are so blended. Since becoming in charge of The Boys, as close to a leader as possible, he's lost a lot of weight. Grown smaller, and his clothes no longer fit you. You of course still have his old shirts, but his new wardrobe just doesn't fit. You assure him it's just temporary. The anxiety, the OCD, it really hurts his appetite. He can't even think about food anymore. Still, realizing that you can no longer share, it makes him self-conscious. Something about you wearing his clothes made him think that he was there with you always, that this was a way to protect you, as silly as it might sound. Now that you wear your clothes more, he isn't there to save you. It just adds to his many worries. You assure him you'll be safe, you'll always come back to him, but he just can't help it. You make a point to wear his older shirts as much as possible, not wanting him to worry more than he does.

Frenchie literally can't tell when you're wearing his clothes vs. your own. His style is pretty eclectic. His pants alone are bright and patterned and, to his friends, a fashion offense. His clothes are rarely organized, so you end up picking through piles to find something specific. Most of the time you have to point out when you've got one of his jackets or shirts on. He of course thinks you look better in them than him and he makes it known. Your friends make fun of you and him for some of the outrageous outfits you put together. Everything is worn in and soft and smells like him, a mix of cologne and fabric softener and smoke. Not realizing, Frenchie wears your clothes, too. Only when you ask for a shirt back or where it is does he realize oh! so this belongs to you. Neither of you mind. It makes you happy seeing him wear your clothes. He definitely styles is better than you.

Kimiko's entire closet is all black. Not only is it easy to blend in with the crowd, and it all matches, but it can also hide the sight of blood. Neither of you can really tell whose shirt or pants or jacket belongs to who, considering most of your clothes are pretty identical. Still, she'll poke fun at you every so often when she realizes you've got on one of her shirts. Is that mine? She smiles. Is it? You didn't even realize. You always ask her if she wants it back, if she wants you to change, but she shakes her head. She tells you look good in it, badass even, and you shrug it off, though it means a lot. You and Kimiko both are still figuring out how relationships work. It takes a lot of trust, something neither of you were very well versed in. Sharing clothes is just another way you two show that you're a partnership. No one else can tell, but you can. That kind of attention would normally make alarm bells go off in your head, but you know Kimiko, you know she does it out of affection and not something more sinister.

Bonus! Homelander rarely, if ever, wears civilian clothes. If he's not in his suit, he's probably naked. You've never seen him in anything else. The only time he's done it was to see Sage and that was in secret. Still, you find a way to share by wearing his cape. Typically wrapped around you after you slip from the bed, in search of your own clothes, half-naked and embarrassed. He assured you you have never looked better. Homelander likes power. He likes when people listen to him, respect him, and show him their loyalty. You wearing his cape shows him all of that and more. He never thought he'd like you in his clothes, it's just another thing he's territorial about, but he's pleasantly surprised. Now he expects it. If you forget or just don't wear it, his ego is pretty wounded. You assure him it's nothing against him. Now you go out of your way to do so, knowing it makes him so happy.

Bonus! Soldier Boy feels such an attraction to you when you wear his clothes. He doesn't really wear anything but his suit, so one day you jokingly put it on. You filled it out differently than he did, but it didn't look horrible. When he saw you, he was all smiles. The first thing that comes to mind is wanting to take it off you *wink wink*. What was a joke is now something you do on special occasions, putting it on and parading around in it. The things he says are awfully dirty and make you laugh every time. You never thought something as silly and simple as putting on his suit would end up driving him this wild. You should have known, it makes perfect sense, but you just never realized. When he does, on rare occasions, wear regular clothes, he's the first to suggest that you share. It isn't as enticing as wearing his suit, but the attraction is still there. It makes him feel like you belong to him, that you want to show that off. Nothing matters more to him than that. Nothing makes him feel more seen.

[nell0-0]

The saddest link of your choosing being sad pls!

Love your art <3

The saddest Link of all

:)

[apple-cores]

CREMIA AND ROMANI MINI COMIC 🐄

world didnt end? TOO BAD! NO TAKESIES BACKSIES!! being a cow is much more fun than being an adult, though.

[wardingshout]

OHHHH LIVI I see you ask for art requests??? how about anything majoras mask related??? On my knees begging but also no presh at all ever 😇

AFTER SO MUCH CONSIDERATION ON WHAT STUFF TO GO FOR!!! my to-do list randomizer happened to decide Him 🫵 completely unrelated to working on requests actually...

[natasha-in-space]

This new cg has me in a chokehold, so have some cute profile pics I made for me and my friends! I love them your honor 😭💕

Edit since I've gotten a few questions on this: these are free to use wherever you like!! Credit would be nice, but not mandatory <3

[daeyumi]

Every time anyone asks for doodle requests, I always ask for Fierce Deity stuff. If that's not your thing though, I would love anything to do with the Hero of Time as well <3

okay like i know fierce deity was supposed to be the focus here but actually i’m way happy with how the mask turned out

[midnight-mourning]

Build-A-Bot (With Lots of Love)

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 5💘💘

Ohhh i had a lot of fun with this one hehe, silly shennaigans but also, a bit of fluffy sweetness, perfect for a build a bear aslkdjflkasjdfl, hope you like it!

Prompt: Y/n takes Sun and Moon out to someplace like build-a-bear (or a fnaf brand adjacent lol) to make each other lovely valentines day plushies! Sweet audios, noise makers, fun plushie outfits, and of course hearts! Maybe a sweet confession in the mix too hehe <3

Word Count: 2467

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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"Sunshine, I mean this with the best of intent, but why are we here on our day off?"

You turn to him as you walk. "What do you mean? What's wrong with the mall?"

"What Sun is trying to say is that we work at a mall, Star. Spending the day at another one seems, impractical confusing even."

You stop walking then, realizing that that's indeed the case as you're surrounded by shops and a food court, people flitting about and chattering. 

"Oh. Right. Well, it's because there's somewhere specific in here that I wanted to take you both!" You start to move again, pulling them both along by their hands. 

The mall is busy, though given it's Valentine's day, it's not surprising. Other patrons mingle about, families and couples alike. 

The entire interior is decorated for the holiday, red and pink streamers hang from the ceiling, hearts across every possible surface. It would almost be suffocating if you weren't someone who desired to be in love yourself. Instead, you're able to enjoy the festivities to—almost—full capacity. 

You finally make it to the store you were looking for. Children can be seen running around inside and coming in and out, stuffed animals in their arms. Even a few couples meander about, which is what you were secretly hoping for. If you'd been the only ones in there you'd be slightly more embarrassed about taking them here. 

But, regardless of your feelings, that wouldn't have stopped you. You'd been wanting to come here with the two of them for a while now. You knew how many plushies and the likes Sun and Moon had in their room in the Daycare, ones they unfortunately couldn't bring with them when they moved into your home. 

Stupid fazbear entertainment rules and such. The animatronics could leave, but all their belongings had to stay. It made no sense to you, personally. But rules were rules. Their collection at the Daycare was massive, and you think deep down they missed it in comparison to your space at home. Someone else might think it was far too many, but for you, you knew it was a comfort, and it upset you that you couldn't provide that for them. 

Not at first, at least. 

Thus, your plan to gain them a collection just as impressive—but now in your home—was put into place. Starting with here. You think a stuffed animal they could chose and 'make' for themselves, would help with the loss until you could purchase them more. Not to mention, you wanted to make one for them yourself. 

You'd been struggling with your feelings towards the two for some time now, and living together hadn't helped matters. The brief moments in the hall, the small touches here and there. The quiet evenings spent together in a manner that you couldn't have otherwise gotten when they were still in the Plex. 

You couldn't help it, not realizing just how much you cared for them until it was put in front of you in such a manner. You wanted more than anything to tell them, to let them know that they were more than just friends to you. But you relented. You had to, you felt. 

While they had gotten some freedom, getting to live with you, it came at a price, and they were still adjusting. So, you'd held your tongue. Kept your feelings to yourself, it was for the best. Waiting until the moment was right. 

And now, after a couple months, you think it was time. To try, at least. You could never get a read on whether they felt the same for you or not. Always overthinking every little interaction. But with this, you'd find out for sure, and finally have the ache in your heart quelled.

One way or another. 

You enter the store with them, ready to get right to it, only to halt when you realize you spy a shelf full of Bonnie plushies staring back at you. And Chica, and Roxy. You quickly realize that this isn't your typical build-a-bear. Or at least, it's changed a lot in the past several years since you've been in one. 

"What, is this place?" Sun asks, glancing around. 

Moon picks up one of the Freddy plushes laying in a bin nearby, chuckling. "You brought us somewhere that would remind us of the Daycare? How... kind, Starlight."

You groan internally, this is not what you wanted to happen at all. 

"Um, not, quite... I wasn't expecting there to be, so much,"—you glance around to the sheer amount of Pizza Plex merch—"Of it to be here. Honestly. This wasn't like it when I came here as a kid." 

You shake your head, turning to them and clapping your hands. "But! That's okay. We can still have fun. I'm sure there's got to be some non-work related plushes in here. So let's get to it."

You explain how this is supposed to work, taking them around the store to show them all their options for plushies, clothes and accessories, and so on. They take a particular interest when you stop at the voice boxes and explain that they can use a pre-recorded one or record their own sound if they'd like. 

There's some non-Plex related animals you find, to your relief. You let the boys go off on their own, deciding to focus on the task at hand. You want this to be perfect, as perfect as it can be at least. 

You start with your choice of animals for them both. For Sun, you found a golden lab, and Moon, one of the last raccoons, stuffed away near the back of the shelf. Fitting for both of them. After that, came finding the proper accessories. You chose a red bowtie for the lab, and the racoon, a black top hat. Though, you struggled for it, you will admit. 

There was only a singular top hat left. Resting in the middle of a bin, standing out amongst the others lying there. 

Your eyes locked onto it, but become acutely aware that you're being watched. You glance up, locking eyes with someone across the floor from you. Specifically, a child. She couldn't be more than 10 years old. Her eyes shift, and you notice the tuxedo cat in her arms. 

You were not going to lose this one. 

At the same time, you both lunge towards the bin. You grip the small hat with both hands, lifting it up. Unfortunately, you find that there's a—surprisingly—strong force pulling back against you. Looking down, you see that the girl is gripping the hat just as tightly as you are. 

You tug again, but she holds firm, mouth set in a scowl you didn't think possible for a child. 

"Excuse me, I'd like this please." You say, trying to be gentle.

She huffs, sneering. "Too bad. I had it first."

"No, I think I did. Look, how about I help you find another—"

"No!" She interrupts. "It's mine. You can't have it!"

You sigh, you really don't want to fight a child, you really don't want to fight a child—

She takes one hand off and digs her nails in your arm, scratching you as you hiss. 

Okay, that's it. 

You rip the hat from her hands, stepping back and clutching your now stinging arm. Thankfully, it's not a deep set of scratches, but damn if it doesn't sting. The child starts bawling, now sitting on the floor, her mother coming over with a look of confusion and slight anger. 

Before she can say anything you just raise your arm, showing what her daughter did, and walk off as she starts to scold the girl. 

From there, it's not too much trouble to gather the remaining few things to complete your presents. You find the perfect little hearts, hesitating for a moment, but pressing a quick kiss to the yellow and blue hearts before inserting them into the plushies. You hope no one saw that as you make your final decision; whether or not to use a pre-recorded message. 

After several moments of heavily debating, you decide that if you're going to commit to this, you're going all the way. 

It takes a few, awkward tries, but you finally get a recording that you're happy with for both stuffed animals. 

 Satisfied, you decide to go find Sun and Moon.

When you turn around and look for them, it only takes you a few mere moments, as they make it quite obvious where they are. 

You're, a bit shocked to see the two of them, arguing over by one of the counters. Not unsimilar to your own experience earlier, the two of them are fighting over something, you can't see what from here. 

The people around them seem unsure what to do, either ignoring the argument or just watching from afar. 

You realize you have no choice but to intervene, lest it escalates and you get kicked out. You hurry over, breaking the two apart. 

Your gaze flits between them, confusion in your eyes. "Guys, guys, what's going on?"

"Somebody is trying to take something that doesn't belong to them." Sun scoffs, crossing his arms. 

Moon tsks. "Not yours. Haven't bought it. Therefore, it's up for grabs."

They start bickering once more and you have to step in again. "Okay, okay. Why don't we take a moment here." You turn to Sun. "What's the thing that's the source of trouble here?"

They both choke up at that, avoiding your gaze. 

"It's—"

"—nothing."

You open your mouth, only for someone to slap their hand down on the counter. You jump, turning to see a frazzled employee.

"There. We had one more in the back. Now please, I don't want to have to ask you to leave."

They move away then, revealing a small heart that happens to be your favorite color. Your eyebrows shoot up. And sneaking a peek at Sun's hand, still held high above his head, there's another that is also that same color. 

Before you can think, Moon scoops up the heart, and hurries off, Sun following suit soon after. 

You, don't know what to think of that, but your face is burning now. 

You're finished up well before them, so you wait outside the store for them, fidgeting with the two stuffies in your arms. You accidentally squeeze one too hard, your own voice suddenly erupting from it and startling you. 

As you calm down again, you look up in time to see them walking towards you, a bag in each of their hands. They seem, nervous as they approach you. Both stop in front of you, gazes on the ground. 

"All done—oh!" Without a word, Sun and Moon present their bags to you. You're… more than surprised. "I, for me? Really?"

Both nod, again not making eye contact, it makes the heat on your face grow worse. 

You take both bags, and nod once yourself. Now or never. "Thank you, boys. I, wasn't expecting this. These um, are for you." You present their respective plushes to them both, and they snap their heads up, eyes wide. 

"Oh, you didn't have to—"

"—get us anything."

You smile, laughing quietly. "Of course I did. That was the point to this trip, truth be told."

As they admire and fawn over their new stuffies, you pull your own surprises out of their bags. 

It's… the two of them. In plush form, of course. But they've got accessories. Over top their usual Daycare attire is more casual clothing. Sun is wearing a little silly t-shirt with a jacket, Moon a hoodie. Jeans and little sweatpants, and shoes to match. It takes a moment but it clicks that both outfits are similar to their current looks. The stuff they wear when home with you. 

Something compels you to hug both plushies tight, and you're shocked to hear their voices come from both. Not catching what they say you pull away, squeezing Sun's plush, then Moon's. 

"Love you more than all the stars in the sky, Sunshine!"

"Love you to the moon and back, Star."

You freeze at the words. You press play on both once more, hearing those same messages. 

'Love you.'

'Love you.'

You tune back in then, realizing that there's a sound playing nonstop in front of you. Your voice, doubled. 

Looking up, you see both bots are laser-focused on their respective stuffed animals. Both pressing the button to hear your voice say "Love you always Sunny!" or "Love you always Moony!" respectively. Over, and over, and over again. 

"Um... guys?" You ask. 

Instantly, they both whip to look at you. 

"Sunshine..."

"Do, do you mean it?"

You start to nod slowly. "Do you um, also mean it?" You lift your gifts from them. 

Moon nods, and Sun hums. 

Before you can say anything else, you're being picked up and spin around by Sun, he's laughing and yamerring on but you can't fully understand him. He sets you down after you protest, but you're pulled into a hug by Moon soon thereafter. Sun joins as well, and you're left standing there, hand reaching up to hold onto both of them in your slightly dazed state. 

You speak first. "So, you like your presents then?"

"Oh I love love love it! But I'm far more excited to get to say I love you." Sun squeezes you tighter. 

Moon snickers as you squeak. "I have to say the same. The gift is nice, but I prefer the real thing, personally."

"Un-understood." You mumble, burying your face in their combined arms as they both chuckle. 

Yup. You were definitely going to be doing this again. Make it a yearly tradition, even. 

A kiss is pressed to one of your cheeks, then the other soon thereafter. 

Changed your mind. Make it monthly. Maybe weekly. 

They were going to have to build up their collection again somehow, after all.

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Thank you for the super sweet request @luckyyyduckyyy!! I had a lot of fun being silly and fun with these guys hehe, esp the bits at the end there ashfkljsdlf

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[wonderbuster]

So I was playing around with googly eyes

[clowns0up-felix]

i saw you were asking for doodle requests so umm..,,, how about some koroks?

(that’s usually what i doodle when i’m bored and i don’t have anything else in mind now)

Them lil goofy goobers

Thanks for the request!

And guys, you can genuinely give me requests if you have some! I love getting ideas from other people,,,

[voidmetal-alloy]

How about Shadow Man?

Shadow time hell yeah

@pale-opal tagging you cause you also asked for Shadow :)

[copyexe]

Sorry I just think he deserves a burger. I am very emotional about this.

Don’t apologize ! Here you go, my friend.

I had an old drawing of him eating a burger from a month or so ago, but lost access to it. So! A new one!

Edit: I found it !

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Wearing Something Tight/Skimpy

Requested: heyy! can i request a The Boys preference where (during early relationship) they see reader in more tight fitting clothes for the very first time (reader usually wears baggy jeans and oversized shirts, but now for once wears shorts and a tight fitting tanktop or smth) tysm! - @yinorathedragontamer

A/N: Screaming I love this! As someone who loves baggy clothing, there's nothing better than showing off the ✨️goods✨️ when I feel like it lol. This was super fun to imagine! I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher is pretty shocked. Whereas you usually lean towards oversized shirts and big pants, you were dressed in something revealing, tight. You tried to look casual, secure, but underneath you were full of insecurities. You think I look stupid, you say, following his gaze up and down your body. Stupid is the last word he'd ever use. Butcher wears this wicked smile, telling you exactly what he thinks. You laugh, telling him to shut up before he's saying anything else. He loves what he sees. Because your relationship is still new, he's trying to be on his best behavior, but you know how his mind works. You throw your sweatshirt over your outfit, calling him ridiculous, laughing at him. Now that he knows what's underneath those oversized layers, he can't keep his thoughts or hands off you.

Hughie is all giggles and smiles. He hadn't realized you'd kept one of your suits from your time at The Seven. This suit, however, was different from the one you regularly wore. This was tighter, more exposing, showing off every curve and contour of your body. It was the only one you were allowed to take with you and there was a reason you rarely put it on. He wasn't used to seeing you like this. You wore big sweatshirts and wide pants. He never thought he'd be as surprised as he was when he finally saw you, but he was. Your body was. . . wow. He tries to hide his excitement, but he can't. Seeing this, you do a little spin for him, growing self-conscious. Do I look stupid? You ask. He's quick to tell you you look amazing. Because your relationship is still new, he doesn't want to sound too excited, but to him, you look amazing. He's glad he got to see you like this.

Annie wants to show you off to everyone. She knows now is not the time nor place: you've put on your old Supe suit to make a point against those in favor of Homelander. It's serious and important and dangerous given his fans would do anything to get a piece of you, anything to tear you down. But she can't help it, she can't take her eyes off you. She's never seen you in your suit before. You quit The Seven before your promo pictures could come out, after you'd been introduced. You took the suit with you. By then, you'd had a sort of a cult following, people interested in your story before you had the spotlight shown on you. It helped that you and Annie were newly together. She hadn't realized you'd kept your suit so when you showed up at Starlight House wearing it, she was speechless. She'd never seen your body like that before. She couldn't take her eyes off you.

M.M. is speechless. You got all dressed up for a date. Before this, your dates had always been casual, spur of the moment, low key. Tonight Marvin went all out for reservations at a fancy place you'd never even heard of. You figured you'd pull out your best clothes which just so happened to be a little tighter and more revealing that your typical wardrobe. He picks you up at your place, not recognizing you at first. You're self-conscious, making a joke about your appearance before anyone else has the chance. He wouldn't though. He thinks you look amazing. He was always more than a little curious as to what exactly you were hiding under big t-shirts and baggy pants, but your relationship was new and so he felt a little shy wondering. Now he was glad he had waited: you were breath taking.

Frenchie is obsessed. Mon Couer, where have you been hiding all this?! It definitely makes you laugh and a little embarrassed. He's never minded your usual clothes. He's all for oversized sweatshirts and comfort and the overall aesthetic. He thinks you look adorable in your usual clothes, but this? Wow. Just wow. You jokingly tell him to pick is jaw off the floor. You and Kimiko are going undercover as a wealthy couple. She's all dressed up and waiting for you. Not only are your clothes expensive looking, but they fit like a glove. He's never seen so much of your body. It drives him wild. You get compliments from everyone, but Frenchie, your new boyfriend, can't get enough of you. If this mission weren't so important and time sensitive, he would have spent the whole night telling you just how sexy you looked.

Kimiko has never seen this much of you all at once. Together you're going undercover. She's wearing a dress with her hair and makeup done. It makes her feel like a clown. Still, she does it because she has to. And you do, too. You lose the baggy pants and big shirts for something a lot more tight and way more revealing. The rest of The Boys have a lot to say, all of it you laugh at and tell them to shut up. Kimiko hopes it's too dark to see that she's blushing, watching you step out of the car. If she spoke she would have been speechless. Instead she plays it off cool, telling you you look great, before going in. In any chance she can get though she stares you up and down, taking you in, smiling to herself. She doesn't get distracted about anything, but you? Oh you're all she can think about.

Bonus! Homelander doesn't really think about your body, or anyone's body. It's more of a want more than anything else and it typically involves milk. Still, when you come out and show everyone your suit, he's pretty speechless. Your civilian clothes and fashion are oversized, baggy, and comfortable. He's never really seen your body before, no one has. Your PR team wanted to fix that though. You're not so sure about your suit: it leaves little to the imagination. When you step out you're embarrassed, wishing for your sweatshirt. Homelander never compliments anyone unless it's backhanded, but he really does like what he sees. It's kind of a throw away line, one that seems innocent and nonchalant, but for him it's a huge deal. He can't stop thinking about you. Even when you put on the other variations, he has final say. Everyone is too scared to say no to him. He liked the first one so you wear the first one.

Bonus! Soldier Boy is practically drooling. The moment he sees you his jaw is on the floor. He's never minded your usual fashion: baggy clothes were comfortable and cute. He would have minded had he known you were hiding *all that* beneath oversized sweatshirts/sweaters/t-shirts and baggy pants. He can't help himself (not that he ever held anything back usually) when he makes remarks and jokes and innuendos. It comes out so fast it's almost compulsive, he's barely breathing between words. The Boys think it's hilarious how much attention you're getting from him considering they've grown used to these switch ups between clothes. He practically begs you for an ounce of attention, affection, and you use it as leverage. As long as you're wearing as little as possible, Soldier Boy will do anything you want.

[realwildernessbaby]

... can i request some nsfw for melissa hat. with shauna or reader i don't even care just use this as your free pass to write literally anything with melissa i can not think of anything specific. thank you

──¸.☆ PERV

a/n: not proofread so...

warnings: swearing, masturbation smut, oral (m!receiving), fingering m!receiving)

pairings: melissa hat x reader

It started with little things. she noticed the way your hands gripped the fresh red meat as you cut it. or the way you kneeled down to start a fire, your fingers wrapped around the sticks in a practiced manor as you struck them together. she saw it all. that quiet blonde girl who seemed as if she had nothing but innocent thoughts behind her glassy cerulean eyes was actually struggling to breathe every single time you walked by.

it became obvious to her few close wilderness friends. immediately after every small interaction the two of you had, she was racing back to her hut, a wave of fiery heat washed over her face. another one of those interactions occurred today.

“oh my god”

gen snickered as she leaned into akilah’s side, watching melissa scurry away to the comfort of her wood hut.

“jeez… is she okay?”

akilah whispers, sounding genuinely concerned to which gen laughs and shakes her head. gen’s demeanor is completely opposite to melissa’s, who at this point in time is pacing back and forth in her hut, tugging at the loose stitches on the hem of her muscle tank. it’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the heat building between her thighs, which you are completely oblivious to as you carry out your daily chores.

after a long internal battle, melissa closes the drapes to her hut door, and sits awkwardly on her makeshift bed. she shoves her hands quickly down her boyshorts, applying pressure to her clit over the fabric of her panties the way she believes you would. ‘i’m not weird, i’m not weird, i’m not weird’ she repeats to herself like a motto as she imagines your fingers between her thighs.

once you finish up your daily chores you skip over to nat.

“anything else?”

nat looks up from her lap, twiddling her thumbs. she awkwardly meets your gaze, her voice coming about a bit raspy. you assume it’s from stress.

“yeah, um… would you mind checking on melissa? gen said something about her not feeling well?”

she says, in a skeptical tone.

“it’s getting dark, almost time for dinner and uh… she needs to set the table.”

she continues, to which you nod and agree. the trip to melissa and gen’s shared hut is a familiar one. you typically wake melissa up to start chores for the day as she sleeps in later than anyone else. she’s probably staying up late, but why?... whatever. you hear the sound of fabric rustling as you step up to the hut, awkwardly knocking on the wood. a surprised gasp is faintly heard from the inside of her hut.

“hey… you feelin’ okay? nat wanted me to check on you, so…”

you yell awkwardly through the barrier between the two of you. you infer that melissa quickly gets up due to the racket you hear, a strange thing for someone who’s “sick” to do.

“um. i’m fine.”

melissa blurts out quickly. that doesn’t sound like the truth.

“are you sure? i’m coming in.”

you push the drapes to the side and step into her hut, watching as melissa quickly sits up against the wall, almost instinctively shoving her right hand into her pocket. she appears a bit messy. her wavy blonde hair is disheveled, her shirt slightly riding up to reveal her toned abdomen which your eyes trail over for a little too long. you inadvertently take your lower lip between your teeth at the sight. it’s subtle, but just obvious enough for melissa to notice and quickly divert her gaze, her heart thrumming in her chest.

in this moment, it became obvious to you what you did to her. the way she pushed her legs together, subconsciously held her breath, and fidgeted with her hands. she was whipped for you. so, what do you do? oh, you’re gonna play along.

“you don’t seem too good. here… lemme check if you have a fever.”

melissa visibly tensed up at this idea, her eyes wide and glued to your body as you lowered yourself to your knees and crawled over to her. you sat with your legs folded beneath you next to her, leaning over her body and placing the back of your hand on her forehead. she shivered under your touch, seemingly unused to this kind of contact.

“mm… you’re hot.”

a complete lie. you were unable to feel a fever. but the words got such a sweet reaction out of her, it made a chuckle slip past your lips. that got to her. 

“wow… your face is so red, too. you must be really sick, huh?”

a nervous whine escaped melissa. you lean in closer.

“what are you?...”

she breathed out, her voice quivering.

“taking care of you.”

you whisper through a smirk, before smashing your lips against hers. melissa freezes like a deer in headlights, before easing into the sensation as you add movement. your lips move against each others in a natural rhythm as if it wasn’t the first time. you position yourself over her in a quick movement, your hips straddling hers, and your arms caging her under your body. she was completely trapped, yet relishing in the sensation of it. you add your tongue into the mix, flicking it out and tracing along her bottom lip, as if begging for an entrance, to which she eagerly gives you. the second melissa parts her lips, a moan leaves your throat and enters hers. in return, she gives you her tongue, which you greedily take. it’s slick with spit as it dances with yours, lewd wet noises filling the air.

you break apart for a second to look down at her, the two of you panting together.

“fuck…”

the curse leaves her mouth, almost whispered. you move your hands up under her shirt, tantalizingly trailing your short nails up the bare skin of her stomach. this sends an intense shiver down her spine like a lightning bolt, so strong you can feel the girl shake beneath you.

you push the shirt up over her head in a swift motion, leaving her in her sports bra and shorts. your lips press into her neck, leaving subtle nibbles every few kisses. 

“i know how you feel about me… what you’ve been doing.”

melissa’s breath hitches in her throat at your claims, the sudden interrogation making her nervous, yet intrigued.

“how do you do it? desperately rub yourself in circles? push your fingers into you imagining they’re mine?… maybe you’ve been stealing my clothes to grind onto.”

melissa whines nervously, stammering.

“i…”

she trails off, to which you chuckle, your sloppy open mouthed kisses moving from her neck to her chest.

“all of the above, perhaps?”

and without a warning, you feel up her chest, eliciting a moan from the nervous blonde. you rule out the possibility taking your time, quickly pulling her sports bra up over her head and discarding it somewhere in the hut.

“such a pretty girl…”

she whined at your comment as you smirk down at her body, taking in her features. her soft breasts, hardened nipples, nervous goosebumps visible all over her glistening pale skin. you ate up every inch of her body with your eyes. 

“don’t say that…”

she breathed out, her voice taking on a sheepish tone.

“why not? is it making you too wet?”

you whisper teasingly, trailing your right hand down and quickly dipping it below the waistband of her shorts. your fingers drag through her folds over her underwear, feeling the heat through the fabric.

“mhm. i think it is.”

you pull your fingers away, melissa groaning at the absence of your touch and bucking her hips up into the heel of your palm. you move yourself up off of her, crawling down between her legs. melissa looks down at you with an anxious (or maybe eager???) look in her eyes. the index finger of each of your hands hooked around her waistband, pulling her gray boyshorts down to reveal an unexpected pair of black panties with a little bow.

“these are cute.”

you tease, smirking down at them. you desperately want to get them off though, quickly pulling the black lace down her legs. once those god forsaken fabric barriers are finally off her, you spread her soft legs open, hands wrapping around her thighs from underneath to keep them in place.

you’re met with her pretty pink core directly in front of your face. your mouth waters at the sight of her stiffened clit, the pink flesh glistening with arousal.

“such a pretty pussy.”

you moan out, the vibrations sending shock waves up her body. 

“fuck- please… please.”

melissa whines out, seemingly mindlessly begging for pleasure. in response, you lean in and attach your lips to her throbbing clit, a lengthy moan clawing it’s way out of her throat. after a few flicks of your tongue, you start sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. you aren’t even aware when the blonde throws her head back, leaning onto her elbows for support from the overwhelming pleasure.

she already feels on the edge. as you suck, you flick your tongue out, teasing her quivering entrance. she feels too empty, and you know it. 

“please… need you-“

that’s all the convincing you need to slowly trail your fingers toward her hole, tracing around the opening. a string of whispered curses and quick moans leave melissa’s mouth as she eagerly waits for your next move.

you begin to push your index finger into her entrance at an agonizingly slow pace, waiting for her reactions to make sure she feels good. melissa groans as she adjusts to the difficult squeeze, her tight walls clenching onto your single finger. you begin to suck on her clit again as you push your middle finger into her, slowly curling them together towards her sweet spot.

“fuck~ oh god…”

melissa moans out, not even trying to quiet her moans from the outside world, too wrapped up in the pleasure. you find the perfect rhythm, curling your fingers as you suck on her clit, slowly thrusting in and out of her. a very particular thrust makes her cry out, your fingers lingering on the sponge like flesh within her.

“are you close, baby? you getting close for me?”

at the sound of your voice, her walls begin fluttering around your fingers. you suck extra hard on her bud, curling your fingers at a practiced rhythm as she climaxes with a loud cry.

you don’t pull out, though… you fuck her through it, making her legs shake intensely and wrap around your head. she’s trying to get away from your touch, yet push herself into it at the same time. the feeling of overstimulation runs through her entire body, her hole continuing to pulse even after the extended orgasm. melissa’s strangled moans turn into shaky cries of pleasure, and finally, you stop.

a sigh of relief leaves melissa’s lips, her tired eyelids opening to look down at you. she relishes in the sight of your messy appearance, glistening arousal dripping down your chin. melissa laughs.

“you fucking pervert.”

[casunnart]

Heyy !!

For the art request... Could you draw Linebeck and Skull kid ? (Idk if you have played phantom hourglass, but if not you should, this game is ✨✨✨). I'm sure they would make a great duo !

And your art is awesome !!!

Hey! Thank you so so much!!!!

I haven’t played it yet sadly… 😓 but I have a friend who did and he said it was really good too! I hope you like the drawing! ;)

[toastybugguy]

*chanting and pounding fists on table* GENDER BEND! GENDER BEN! (for the marliver requests. please )

lesbains 🤞

[natasha-in-space]

I think not nearly enough people comprehend just how messed up Rika's and V's relationships truly was, actually. It is so easy to get hyperfocused on the big climax of their toxic obsession: the cult, the physical violence, and the secrets. But, like... You ever actually sit down and think about the sheer fact that V looked at Rika: a hurt, traumatized girl, terrified of being her true self, desperate for love she didn't even have a clear idea of in her own mind, safe for some very vague feeling she deemed to be 'love', and... He saw beauty in it. He was never malicious about it, nor did he even realize it fully, not until MC came into his life and pushed him into reevaluating his own worth as well as his views on what love truly is. But, at the time, he saw all that hidden pain and trauma in her, and he saw beauty in it. He was intrigued by it. It fascinated him. He desired to transform it into something even more stunning with his own two hands, analogous to an artist fixing his next big masterpiece. And she was his masterpiece. One he would paint and bend and mold into something he knew he wanted to achieve. It wasn't even a want, it was a craving. Not really knowing that he was just so racked with guilt and self-hatred after his mother's death, that he was merely trying to prove himself to no one but his own troubled and scared mind. To prove to himself that he could be an artist, and that he really could love like the sun. That he could save someone this time around, instead of losing them. Because, truth is, he could never be an artist, not in the way his soul truly longed for.

Rika was both his muse and his creation at the same time.

That's why he never encouraged her to get the help she desperately needed if she didn't want to do it herself. That's why he never got involved in any extreme ways until it became far too difficult for him to handle. That's why he told her time and time again that she was beautiful and perfect just the way she is, even when she herself would doubt and be deeply disturbed by his eager willingness to sink into the deepest of lows for her.

In a way, neither of them truly knew each other. It's a fact that they cared for each other at one point in time. But they didn't see each other as equal individuals to grow and change alongside. For Rika, V was her sun she adored and loathed all the same. He was not a person, he was just an anchor that kept her steady and a cruel reminder of all she could never be. For V, Rika was his canvas to pour his locked away feelings onto. She was not a person, she was a living proof of his ability to create and love in a way he desperately craved.

And in the end, that destroyed and scarred both of them. Not only them, but also many completely innocent individuals who were caught in the crossfire.

What a big, complicated, and horrible mess these two are.