#i was watching “spilling the milk” btw

[ethaniscool69]

i was watching a youtube video (it was a reaction video about nimona) and in the intro one of the guys said "if you guys want us to watch more gay stuff-" i immediately turned the video of and said "i wanna watch some gay stuff" and as i was about to click on a streaming platform, i accidentally clicked on tumblr. i was about to say "no i want to watch gay stuff" but realized that this site is probably gayer than anything i'll ever watch.

[st7rnioioss]

ੈ‧₊˚ bags, clairo

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt sturniolo x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you were doing a challenge for chris's girlfriends youtube. then you and matts song came on!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: swearing, fluff, very fluffy

a/n: i LVOE this request, thank so so much. btw, sorry if i misunderstood the thing and matt and the reader arent in a relationship HELP. anyway, i literally love bags by clairo so much.

this is based off this request!

───────── 🐇 You stood in the triplet’s kitchen with Madi and Chris’s girlfriend Nat, short for Natalie.

For Natalie’s channel, you were doing a “baking deaf, blind and mute” challenge, where one had a blindfold on, one with headphones on, and one with tape covering their mouth.

Nat introduced the video, immediately getting on with the challenge.

“MADI, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” Nat laughed loudly, due to her sudden loss of hearing, almost falling backwards.

“Nat, I can’t fucking see!” Madi yelled back, trying to pour the flour nicely into the bowl. You stood beside them, uncontrollably muffled-laughing because of the duct tape over your lips.

You tried your best to help them, but it was very hard to do when you couldn’t communicate normally with them. From time to time, you took over Madi’s or Nat’s tasks, pushing her out of the way.

The triplets were sitting on the couch behind the camera. Chris was having the time of his life, watching his girlfriend terribly fail at baking a few cupcakes. Nick was for the most part on his phone or going back and forth from his room and the couch. 

Matt was also having fun, watching you try to get Madi and Nat out of the way so you could stop them from pouring batter on the floor. You had always been just a tad bit closer to Matt than Nick or Chris, until he finally confessed his mutual feelings for you.

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“Okay, so we just put the cupcakes in the oven, so now we’re going to work on the icing. I’m gonna be blindfolded, Madi’s is gonna be mute, and Y/n will be deaf. Alright, let’s start!” Nat clapped her hands, handing you the headphones.

You put your hair down, the headphones sitting comfortably. Nat grabbed her phone, turning on the song she had stopped mid-through.

You didn’t recognize the first song, the second one being “yes, and?” by Ariana Grande. For the most part, you were standing beside your two friends humming along, occasionally smiling at Matt who was looking at you. He smiled back at you, adverting his gaze back to the mixing-bowl with the milk and vanilla.

“MADI, YOU’RE SPILLING THE MILK.” You yelled way too loudly, grabbing Madi by her shoulders with one hand, the other one stabilizing the bowl.

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One song later, Madi was mixing the icing together to a thicker consistency. Your headphones were silent for a second, before your favorite song, Bags by Clario, started playing.

“GUYS, I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG!” You yelled, trying to jump along with the beat in the song. Madi and Nat completely took over as you danced along. 

Matt looked up from his phone due to your yelling. Of course, he didn’t know what song was playing, but he was curious. You backed away from Madi and Nat, dancing along to Bags.

“EVERY SECOND COUNTS, I DON’T WANNA TALK TO YOU ANYMORE, AND” You laughed, singing loudly along. Matt’s face almost instantly lit up, due to this being your guys’s favourite song.

Almost everywhere you went together alone, Matt was listening to it with you (even when he was alone). On late-night car rides, cuddling in his room, or quietly singing in the triplet’s car videos, it was your song.

Your relationship was kept secret from the triplet’s fandom since Matt didn’t want you to receive hate or backlash. And you didn’t mind, as long as you both were happy, it was all that mattered. Currently, you have been going strong for two and a half years.

“ALL THESE LITTLE GAMES, YOU CAN CALL ME BY THE NAME I GAVE YOU!” Matt was beaming, staring in complete awe. If he wasn’t already madly in love with you, he was now.

Nat was continuously gently slapping your arm to stop you from dancing, but you didn’t budge. Almost like you were singing to Matt, you tried to point secretly at him, a smile immediately growing on your face as you locked eyes with him.

“CAN YOU SEE ME? I’M WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME,” You kept going, dancing, jumping, spinning, all sorts of expressions of excitement were expressed right then and there.

Nat and Madi had given up a long time ago, placing the rack with the cupcakes on the counter.

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The following Thursday, Nat released the video to her channel.

You were cuddled up with Matt in your shared his bed, both mindlessly scrolling through social media. Matt was checking his Instagram, you on TikTok. One particular TikTok caught your eye.

An edit of you and Matt to Bags by Clairo. The clip of him mentioning the song in their Wednesday video, followed along by your singing.

You smiled to yourself, opening the comment section to find multiple people suspecting a possible relationship between the two of you. A bunch of people agreed, and a bunch of people turned it down.

You liked the edit, scrolling further, only to find more, more and more edits. Matt noticed your giggles, looking up from his phone to look at yours.

“Are you watching edits of.. us?” He smiled, putting his phone on his nightstand before turning back around to wrap an arm around your waist.

“Yeah, look. There’s a fuck ton of them. To Bags!” You smiled from ear to ear, a faint blush creeping up on your cheeks. Matt stared at you in awe, looking back at your phone to see more edits. He couldn’t stop smiling either, watching you so excited to see edits of you two to your favorite song.

“Oh my God, I love you,” Matt chuckled, pressing a few kisses from your forehead, down the side of your face.

“Matt, I lov- it- it tickles, stop!” You laughed loudly, the tickling sensation making you drop your phone. He couldn’t stop smiling, softly planting a kiss to your lips.

He pulled away slowly, his eyes glued on yours. “Can you send me that second one you showed me?”

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a/n: i hope it lived up to your expectations arghhh, love the request once again, thank you thank you.

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[jakexneytiri]

Hi, idk if ur still taking requests or not, but if u are, could u plz do a Dad Neteyam fic where reader breastfeeds their newborn for the first time in front of him

love ur work btw 💕

lots of breastfeeding requests 👁👄👁 what are you guys trying to say LOL (i’m jk hehe ofc i can. and thank you!! 💞)

⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰

you’re roused awake from the sounds of your son crying, along with a hand shaking your arm. you blink rapidly, as the blobs in front of you come into focus.

mo’at, who is shaking you, along with neytiri, neteyam, and your newborn. you sit up slowly, wincing as the pain in between your legs returns. it’s dull, but enough where you could feel it. neteyam’s ears fold back, guilt pooling in his stomach as he painfully watches.

giving birth hit you like a ton of bricks. it was painful, excruciating, and almost unbearable at times. you fell asleep moments after, exhaustion taking over your body. this is the first you’ve been awake since, neteyam letting you sleep for as long as you needed. he is sitting next to you, your son cradled in his arms ever so carefully.

“it is time, child.” mo’at’s voice is calm, as she motions for neteyam to hand your son off to you.

neteyam gives you an apologetic look, whispering “i’m so sorry, my love. he is hungry, grandmother says he should feed now. i’m so sorry, you can rest again right after.” he kisses your forehead, gently handing your son to you.

his small sobs broke your heart, you wanted-no, needed to help him. and fast.

you push the feathers that cover your nipple aside, exposing your left breast. a cloudy, milky substance is leaking from it, dripping down your chest. the sight takes you by surprise for a moment, it all felt…real. how you were a mother now, producing her own milk. it gave you a sense of pride, being able to provide.

neytiri’s voice snaps you away from your thoughts, as her hand carefully cradles your son’s head. “like this, y/n. hold him here,” she says, shifting your son’s head to rest in the fold of your arm. “and guide him, here.” she motions to your chest, supporting your arm as you bring your son’s head closer to your nipple.

his cries cease, when a droplet of milk falls on his tiny lips. his head turns, trying to find the source. you carefully guide his lips to your nipple, as his small lips wrap around it, immediately suckling.

a surge of concern washes over you, causing your eyes to water. you look up at your mother in law, asking “i-is this right? am i doing it right?”

neytiri smiles down at you, brushing your hair back for you. “yes, my sweet child. just like that.”

neteyam’s hand caresses your back, gently rubbing your shoulder. his eyes are wet, too. the sight was overwhelming for the both of you. officially parents, watching your son feed for the first time.

neytiri guides neteyam’s hand to support the arm cradling your son’s head. you look up at your mate, tears overflowing and spilling onto your cheeks. “he’s- he’s feeding, i’m feeding him!” you whisper, a smile spreading across your cheeks.

neteyam smiles back, leaning in to kiss your tears away. “i know, i know. you’re doing so well, my love. i’m so proud of you.”

[en-dazedafterdark]

Hello! I saw your post open hard thought request. (p/s: Love all your works btw 🤍)

Maybe stepbro!heehoon overstimulate innocent!reader who curious about sex?

thank you for reading my works!! 🫶🏼

warnings: overstimulation, hard dom stepbros!heehoon, anal (im sorry if you didn’t want that it just happened 😵‍💫), squirting, unprotected sex

stepbros!heehoon are just being good brothers, how could they not teach you how to be a good cumslut for them?

they find out how inexperienced you are based on your reactions to their dirty jokes and the way you blush at their crude hand gestures. it reaches a point that you get so frustrated that you ask them to teach you and who are they to say no?

it's not long before they have you bent over backwards with their cocks stuffed in your holes. sunghoon starts in your pussy, stretching you out on his thick length until he's fucking a wet and gaping hole, while heeseung stretches your asshole with his lubed up fingers. they make it their mission to train you to be able to take both of their cocks in all of your holes at once.

“how's that, sweetheart? do you like the feeling of sunghoon's cock in your pussy while i'm playing with your ass? are you going to be able to take our cocks in here too, baby? yeah, you will. look how good you're taking my fingers already, we'll have you trained up in no time, hm? such a good little slut, you're taking everything so well. we're so proud of you, baby.”

they're obsessed with fucking you open, and you can't get enough of it either. the pleasure is so intense that as soon as heeseung slips in his cock into your ass you're squirting all over his thighs, crying and shaking as you're stretched open more than you've ever been.

but they don’t stop, they’re just getting started, and soon enough sunghoon is slamming into your pussy from below, his thrusts pushing you forward onto heeseung's cock that's buried in your ass. they use you like a fucktoy, and you're moaning like a whore as they're making you squirt over and over.

you're so sensitive, the pleasure is overwhelming and you can't even think anymore. they've completely ruined you and fucked you stupid.

“c-can’t t-take it... p-please, t-too much... s-so g-good.. s-so f-full.. ahh!”

sunghoon's grip is bruisingly tight on your hips as he slams into your cunt, his pace brutal as his cockhead kisses your cervix with every thrust. heeseung doesn’t let up either, alternating his pace with sunghoon’s so that you’re never empty.

you're so full, stuffed to the brim and dripping wet, the slick sounds of the three of you fucking and moaning are driving you wild, and it's not long before you're cumming, screaming and thrashing on their cocks as your mind blanks out.

as your cunt pulses and milks their cocks for the nth time that day, sunghoon and heeseung finally cum too, groaning and grunting as their thick loads spill into your holes. the feeling of being filled by them makes you cum again, and you're twitching and shuddering on their cocks, barely conscious from the overstimulation.

they pull out, watching as their cum spills out of you and drips down your thighs.

“you’ve made such a mess angel, look at how much you came... are you satisfied, love? or should we stuff you full again?”

[pablitogavii]

Hey I’ve love your stories for quite a while now and it’s absolutely amazing btw!!!! But I kinda wanted to request like enemies to lovers trope. Something about Gavi and the reader hating each other but gavi still like over protecting and jealous over the reader

Nerd.

Pablo Gavi...loved my many...hated by some (mostly jealous fanatics) was the biggest bully you ever met in your life.

Everything started the evening the Gavira family invited yours to dinner when you moved to the neighborhood six years ago. You grabbed a cup of milk but as you turned back you collided with Pablo's chest spilling it all over his brand new white Barça hoodie.

Ever since then, he would purposefully bump into you, call you "nerd" and mess with your by stealing your glasses and making you reach for them. God! Couldn't he just get over something that happened when you were 11 years old!?

"Let's just take two cars and meet there?" Fermin suggested since there was quite a bit of people going to watch them play El Classico today at Camp Nou.

"I'll go with them.." you said walking towards the group away from Pablo just wanting to avoid his snarky comments.

"Whatever nerd!" he said and Fermin hit his chest in annoyance really trying to figure out why was his friend so mean only to you all the goddamn time!??

"Qué pasa!?Estás enamorado de ella o algo así, hermano?" Fermin said and Pablo just snarled shaking his head while watching you get into another car your skirt rising up as you moved. His shorts got tight!!!

When you arrived, there were some members form the opposite team already at the hallway and you got all shy being surrounded by so many famous players. Every single one was more handsome than the other...of course your bully had to be the most handsome of all!!! Damn, you're screwed in the head for thinking it!!!

One of the boys was definitely chatting you up while Pablo was observing the whole thing utterly furious. After barely five seconds, you heard Pablo's annoyed voice.

"Hey! Nerd! Come here!" Pablo said and you were rudely interrupted from answering a question from a boy who seemed genuinely interested.

"I was talking to him!" you say but Pablo's hand was already around your wrist as he pulled you away from a guy who was very loudly protesting while your friends watching in confusion.

"What do you want from me Pablo!??" you said pulling away standing in the empty room with Pablo pacing around and grunting in annoyance.

"You do know he is the enemy right!? You don't just go fuck an enemy!" Pablo was yelling without thinking about his words and you just stared at him in utter disbelief. Did he really think you would let someone do that after simply sharing two sentences with him!? Now, he really hurt your feelings!

"Good luck on your game, Pablo.." you said with tearful eyes clouding your classes before running out of the room just wanting to go home already. You were used to his occasional teasing, maybe even rude nicknames like 'nerd',or 'four eyes', but now he really passed the line.

"No..wait! Please! Nerd!..Um..Y?N!!!" Pablo was yelling after you but they were already calling him to join the others in the dressing room.

The whole game, Pablo was agitated getting angry easily and getting himself a yellow card already in the first half. You were at home still watching the game (ofc!) but it was mainly Fermin trying to calm down Gavi on the screen.

Seeing his handsome face despite bringing you butterflies now reminded you of those awful words..is that really how he saw you???

"Hijo de puta, ella es mía después del juego!" the player whispered to Gavi during the corner kick and he pushed him down without second though receiving another yellow which added into the red and got him kicked off the field. He theatrically exited tossing his jersey aside before sitting down in the chair.

Despite what happened with Pablo, Barça won, (luckily) and you turned off the TV getting ready for bed. You really dolled up today with a Barça jersey and your favorite skirt as a chosen outfit..you kinda wanted Pablo to notice but instead he called you a whore!

You were working diligently on your assignment trying to get your mid off things while it was roaring rain outside. Suddenly someone knocked on the door of your apartment. You were terrified...it was late..your mom was on her business trip..and someone is at the door!? Scary!

You tried looking through the peep hole but it was too dark to see.

"Um..who is it??" you said and there was a silence for a few minutes.

"It's me! Open up, nerd!!" Pablo said and you sighed in relief that it was someone you knew but then you realized who exactly was in front of your door right now..what was he doing all the way up here tonight!?

You opened up and there he was completely drenched looking hotter than ever before..damn it's even better than in the edits..Get yourself together Y/N!!! "Um..what..what are you doing here P..Pablo?" you were a mumbling shy mess and he could tell that he was making you very much nervous right now.

He changed into some clean clothes he had in his bag from practice before coming our of the bathroom to your still flustered face.

"Why are you always so shy around me!?" he said a bit roughly and you just looked down in embarrassment. You couldn't exactly be hones't, could you?? It's because I love you even though you make fun of me every single waking moment of every day!!!

"Ughh you're impossible to understand nerd!!!" he said walking into the living room and you followed after him like a lost puppy. He saw all your paperwork on the floor matching with your books and graphs.

"You weren't sleeping?? It's late?" he said and you just shook your head sitting back down on the ground wanting to continue your work.

"I had to study.." you answer simply.

He sat down as well looking at you working but what you didn't know is just how much in awe he was seeing you like this..it made him want you so badly. You might be the sexiest nerd he's ever laid eyes on...

"You know why I call you nerd???" he said raising up your chin and you looked into him with those dowey eyes through your big glasses. He slowly took your glasses off smirking at your blushed cheeks.

"Because you hate me..?" you say finally gaining bravery to look him straight in the eyes and he smiled shaking his head while caressing your chin. Was this really real right now!!?

"Because I love you.." he said and your whole belly got filled with butterflies..this was indeed real..you were not hallucinating..Pablo Gavi loves you too!!?

"Umm..today was the first day to hear you call me Y/n.." you say to that looking away from his eyes again.

"And did you like that??" he asked this time tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You just shrugged your shoulders not knowing how to feel about all of this..it was so sudden..you were excited and scared of waking up from a dream all at the same damn fucking time!!!

"Because, you know..there are other things I can call you..hmm..like mi amor..." he moved closer while whispering that nickname into your ear and then leaving a slow kiss on your earlobe while you closed your eyes in ecstasy.

"Nena preciosa.." he whispered again this time moving lower to kiss your neck and you gasped which he really like..you knew what you were doing to him. Little minx!!!

"Mi princesa guapa.." he said moving up and sucking marks into your skin until reaching your chin and kissing it softly while holding your face as you slowly opened your eyes to look at his hungry looking lips. He was like a starved predator and you were his only prey.

"Aii mis ojitos negros lindosss...I always loved how you looked at me with glasses on..like a good little girl..me vuelves loco siempre princesitaa" he said and you were still looking at his lips wanting desperately to feel them against yours right now!!!

"Are you a good little girl, preciosa??" he asked teasingly touching your lips with his thumb and you pouted nodding your head completely under his thumb right now.

"Hmm that's good,..but I want more..I want you to be only my good little girl, vale? I don't want you talking to anybody ever again..toda mia siempre!!" he growled the last part finally devouring your lips as you moaned into the kiss moving to straddle his lap and he welcomed it with a smirk.

Pablo was groaning the more you were moving on his lap before you two pulled away from air and he kept you on his lap with his strong arms wrapping tightly around your body.

"I only did it to piss you off.." you said and he looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"I talked to him because it was making you angry.." you paraphrase it and his hands lowered resting on your bum where he squeezed roughly.

"And here I thought you were a good girl nena???" he smirked and you moaned hiding your face into his neck shyly.

"I just wanted you attention..papi" you kissed his neck while he groaned at the use of the nickname he dreamed about hearing from your lips for years.

"Well you got it now preciosita" Pablo smirked kissing you again while standing up and carrying you into the bedroom putting you underneath the covers.

You were making out in bed for a good half an hour before he pulled away catching you by surprise.

"Todo bien, Pablito??" you ask and he smiled at the new nickname you found for him. If it was anyone else he would be annoyed..but you could call him what you wished to call him at all times.

"I just want to say I'm sorry about how I've been acting for the past years..I just didn't know how to show you I like you properly..so I bullied you..it's dumb!!!" he spoke and now it was your turn to take charge and shut him up with a kiss.

"Hmm I always knew you had a soft spot for me in here Pablitoo tho.." you say touching his chest where his heart was being fast and regular rhythm.

"H..how?" he was pretty stunned but wanted to hear more of it.

"Little things..you would always call me annoying whenever I got cold but always gave me your jacket.." you say and he nodded remembering how much eh would love when you give it back and it smelled so strongly of you.

"Whenever we go out and I drink, you never do..you are always the one to drive me home" you say remembering the night you accidentally 'confessed' but refused to talk about it afterwards. Pablo would often call you out on it just to annoy you but when his feeling got stronger he stopped doing it.

"Or that one time you were holding my glasses above my head so I can't reach and I slipped, fell and started crying" you said and that one made Pablo become sad..he was really an asshole and he had a lot of making up to do for you..

"Amor..I'm.." he couldn't finish the sentence because your hand was on his mouth while you were sitting on top of him.

"You dried away my tears, put my glasses back on and helped me up..I always knew I was your weak spot" you giggled removing your hand while he watched up from below in awe sitting up and starting to kiss you passionately again.

"Nerd.." he whispered into your mouth with a smirk and this time you smirked back nodding your head while wrapping your hands into his curly hair.

"Hmm a nerd that got you weak Pablo Gavi.." you said and he nodded with a chuckle laying you both back down as you were making our before both feell asleep in each other warm arms.

[remusslove]

♡: hii, hru? well if i can i would love request an agere!reader and drugdealer!theodore pls?, where the reader its getting bullied, and she hide it from theodore, but one day he see the reader getting hurted by her stalkers and he deffends her. and later he consolates her? ik its so cliche but i love that concept of being protected and recive care 😭 ty and sending a lot of love! <33 🎀🎀💗 (btw i used she/her pronouns cuz im a woman but its your choise if u want to use them or not!)

So do I girl. So do I.

Bullied~ dealer!theo x agere!reader

Your day was going good, you woke up extra early to get an extra hour for studying and felt as fresh as a daisy ever since Theodore gave you a new sleep schedule.

You turned around the corner as you walked down the hall everyone could’ve seen how afloat you looked if it weren’t empty due to how early it was.

You stopped in your tracks seeing your bully and their friends. “Well, well, well, m’ guessing your going to the kitchens for a bottle of milk?” They teased causing their friends to burst out in laughter. “No. Leave me alone” you said rather bravely though the clouds in your eyes looked as if you were about to cry.

“Careful now y/n. Just because you act like a baby doesn’t mean I’ll treat you like one.” They said in a calm voice sending shudders down your spine.

You continued walking not wanting to look them in the eyes. The confidence you had seconds ago quickly leaving your mind.“I better not see you alone next time y/n. Never know what someone would do to a little bitty thing like you.” You whimpered quietly reaching the end of the hall.

You knocked hesitantly on your lovers door. He perked up discarding the joints on his tray knowing it was you.

He opened the door with a soft smile but the smile soon fading once he saw a tear run down your cheek. “What’s wrong angel? Did somebody hurt you?” He asked worriedly pulling you in his private dorm by your arm and locking the door.

For a second you were going to tell him. About everything. But you remembered what they said they’d do if you told anyone.

“Nothing Theo just got a bad grade on my test.” You Lied trying to paste a small smile on your face. That time he brushed it off but the past few days you’ve haven’t slipped. Usually you slip very often, like a couple days which made him extra suspicious.

You stopped breathing feeling your heart sink down to your stomach. Your bully walking towards you with a pissed off look on their face. They pushed you against the wall causing you to yelp in pain.

Grabbing you by your collar as you head was pushed against the wall. “You fucking told on me didnt you?! That’s why that fucking boyfriend of yours keeps fucking watching me hm?!” They shouted as you began crying. “M’ didnt I swear!” They scoffed at you before taking their hands off you, as you curled in yourself hiding your face into your knees.

“Your pathetic.” With that insult they left you there. You stood up on shaky legs quickly grabbing your discarded school bag.

Theodore’s eyes widened his eyes darting across your face seeing your dried up tears and noticing your uneven breaths. “It’s okay it’s okay” he whispered into your ear before grabbing your hand.

Once you calmed down and explained everything your breath hitched seeing the uneven and short breaths coming out his nose.

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Next day after Theodore hid in the halls during classes wanting to catch the person that’s been fucking with you.

And he did.

Giving them a good punch which brang them to the floor. A few minutes later they were on the floor with a broken nose, swollen eyes, and a possible cracked rib with blood spilling out their mouth.

Theodor gathered his things, wiping the blood from his mouth and leaving them there in their own tears.

He silently opened the door knowing you were on the other side of it taking a nap. He tiptoed to the dresser putting his uniform away and softly climbing into bed with you.

The presence behind you made you roll yourself tighter into the covers. “Theo?” You asked curiously making him smile as your rubbed your eyes tiredly. “It’s me princess, go back to sleep” he reassured you, pulling your waist closer to his.

[the-roo-too]

can i request for hanni alphabet? thanks ❤️ - 🌸

candy -> pham hanni ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- when hanni writes things, she often gets too critical of herself. thus, she admires how you sometimes gently coax the pen out of her hands just to hug her and remind her that not every lyric she produces has to be perfect <33

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- your back (💀) as in if you’re taller than her you are cmon no one is shorter than hanni then she loves to get piggyback rides from you!!

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- so you know how she’s shorter than you? well hanni is the big spoon, because someone needs to be the man in this relationship

dates (what’s her ideal date)- hanni loves stay-in dates, where you both just listen to one direction 😙 alternatively you can buy/bake with her bread

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- very loud, very expressive, the type to hit you when she’s laughing

family (does she want one)- maybe? hanni has better things to worry about let’s be honest

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yes!! duh, she’s a angry little sh when you refuse to hold her hand

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- would blink really slowly, not believing you just hurt yourself on her guard. next, depending on how badly you got hurt, she would either rush to help you and/or yell at you

jokes (does she like to joke around)- remember when i said she hits you while laughing? that’s because you don’t laugh at her dad jokes

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- veri soft like mwah 🤭 cute smooches. if she was tall enough, she would smooch your forehead every chance given but she isn’t

love (what’s her love language)- the passive aggressive way of treating you is basically how she expresses her love. yes, she whines when you say she’s short but at least you don’t get bitten because of that, unlike minji

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- you coming to the studio with drinks for everyone during recording of omg. that’s how you won the rest of nwjns over btw 💪

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- she’s all over you, literally. hanni turns liquid during the night and she hogs you at least you’re warm

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- the tsundere-ish approach she has to other people 😨 not u tho, she loves you

pet names (what does she like to call you)- bunny/tokki, cutie, lovely! mostly wholesome

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- marvel movies! hanni loves movies, especially marvel, so a must during the week for you both is sitting down during the evening and watching at least one movie

rush (does she rush into things)- yes 💀 in many aspects: you mentioned once you liked a particular breed of cats, she had one by your doorstep by the next morning, all panicked because the cat nuzzled into her. you liked a pair of rings you saw while passing by a shop and she bought them, even tho they were wedding bands 👍

secrets (how open is she with you)- oversharing? me thinks yes! wdm you don’t wanna listen to how minji made her coffee with spilled milk by accident but tried to put on a brave face and puked it out during practice later?

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- 0.46 seconds, she was smitten the moment you walked by. hanni thanks those above that her members weren’t there to witness how she fell to her knees, begging for your number and/or a date

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she stops the goofyines, her baby is sad! tries to understand what and how she can help you :((

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- not really? hanni believes in bunnies or just, gay people. it can’t get that bad if you two come out, right?

warrior (how often do you fight)- you don’t fight, unless you don’t like one direction. then hanni’s all smitten with you all the time, but turns away with her headphones during car rides, pouting at you

x-ray (is she able to read you)- yea 🫡 she gets all the quirky things you do, making her a translator for all your shared friends

yes (how would she propose to you)- as if she had time to worry about things like that bruh. there’s a comeback happening, wanna come over to the studio and have some fun with the girls?

zen (what makes her feel calm)- remember watching movies with her? if hanni had a rougher day, she loves to put her head on your lap and just kinda stay there, with you. makes her feel calm and safe <3

part of [the fluff series]

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Can We Be Lonely Together? Ch. 12 3/3

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fanfic

This is a GN reader but male leaning for crackship reasons. this is also a Supe! reader fic

Author's note: YAY!! thank you for making it to the final part of the final chapter, hope y'all like it... there's an epilogue coming btw but its short thankfully! LONG CHAPTER ahead! warning! thank you for reading and I can't wait to drop the 2 fics I got in the works, one is just HomeAsh smut and the other just pure Homie fluff. previous chapter on #my fic tag and #can we be lonely together? tag in my blog.

R18+ Child death mention, child murder, gore, mild gore, murder, smut, Homie OOC towards Ashley, rape mention.

Chapter 12

Cont.

The morning after was without struggles, a new routine set itself after medication and breakfast now the cats needed your attention.

Homelander was still silent, still far away– but John did his best to look strong without his brother’s guidance, yet unable to stop hoping to see his brother's reflection.

You took to work, he said nothing about you entering the labs to pick up supplies, he even gave you his blessing, ensuring the security cameras were off during your shopping spree, the thought of you killing excited him greatly, pent up arousal still burning his loins as all you could muster after last night spat, was a quick fuck in the shower before bed and some head before breakfast, he had cummed but he wasn’t satiated.

Insufficient by all means, you backed up against his hips, the hot water reddening your sensitive skin, squeezing as he threatened to leave only for his hips to smack yours to reassure you that wasn’t going to happen, pumping a single thick load without leaving a bump, you cleaned him with your tongue, making sure to get every nook as he sheltered you poorly from the shower.

Your tongue flicked him awake, squeezing him with all your might as you pumped him messily, letting him watch as you pleasure your throat with his member, leaving him in awe as your nose got tickled by a small tuft of hair, his hand firm against your head as he groaned and hissed as your teeth rubbed his sides awake, holding hands as he came making sure to swallow every splurt and licked every drop you’ve spilled, before he could return the favor– Ryan woke up, so you cut it short this morning.

And then the cats protested, they complained a lot, demanding things after only being here for a day, but you and the kid seemed too happy to please.

It was to be a long day, he worried.

No calls during lunch break, or smoke break, no messages to remind him to eat and that a glass of milk was not a meal.

He knew you had the day off but he still expected something, you failed to reply to any of his messages.

He could feel something pressing against him.

It would be eight o’clock and you still haven’t called home, it was past nine and your phone kept leading to voicemail.

It was almost ten when Ryan asked about you, as he prepared to go to bed, Homelander reassured him that you were at work at Dolores’s restaurant, ordered him to keep the fort and headed out.

He hadn’t want to think about it but his mind betrayed him, did you lie? Were you with somebody else? who the fuck where you with!? his chest puffed the more and more he thought of that nameless woman, you wouldn’t. He was better looking, wealthier, smarter and high specs than some OnlyFans thot– were you trying to get back at him? Even after you forgave him? But the more and more he huffed, the nearest wall cracked deeper under his fist.

He felt that squeeze in his heart.

You've said you liked the difficulty. 

What made this cheap mudperson difficult?

His throat grew an impossible knot, he felt againts the hall wall as he headed away from his apartment, resting his temples as he lost control of his heartbeat.

Boars had tusks to shred you, to impale you, to bleed you with, after all.

There you were lying cold in some rat infested alleyway, the stench of your rotting corpse hidden by putrid piles of rubbish, and wet bitumen.

There was you still crawling, still clinging but too far away, too quiet to catch anybody's attention– not that anybody would care in this city. 

He choked, his mind racing and the ringing in his ear painfully loud at the thought of you calling for him behind red gargles, claws shred his insides.

Heading downstairs to Analytics to find one of your co-workers. Your phone stopped ringing and sent him straight to voicemail.

The man looked up, seeing the alarm in his expression, he was tense and shaky as he took the back of the chair, leaning slightly towards him, the man squeezed his bladder as the back seat cracked under Homelander’s grip.

“Give me the last known location for this cell phone.” He showed his screen to the man– now!”

He jumped and began checking the data, not questioning his motivations or why Homelander had that number saved in his contact as ‘Fiancee’ ; it took a couple of impossibly long minutes before something pop-up.

“It says that is–

“Soho. I know the place…”

Pantingly he looked away, his ears ringing too loud, and each movement felt tight, what could’ve possibly been there left for you? He caught himself as his eyes attempted to squeezed some weakness out of him, as his suit became unberably itchy.

“This phone hasn’t been active since it got there… no tower has picked it up afterwards, sir.”

“Good work. if it moves you call me.”

He was gone before the other man could even muster a response.

In minutes he had crashed on their lavish patio, it’d be another minute until Kent emerged from inside the house.

“I knew you’ve come…” he flashes your phone, the screen cracked– but I can’t help you.”

“Where the fuck is Y/N !?” He growled, illuminating the darkened patio.

“Pusher came by my office around two… by six I was handed this by an old colleague at the Times.” He smacked his lips– I was hurt.”

Untucking a newspaper roll from under his arm, Homelander didn’t care, his eyes glowing brighter than before, illuminating the skin around his eyes giving Kent a glimpse of veins and skullbone.

“God… are you here because you miss that ice queen?”

“My calls keep going to voicemail– even the burner phone.” He muttered– "I can't get ahold of them.”

“Hot damn– I told Pusher to leave you because you were never gonna last… seems I was wrong... you just wouldn’t leave unscathe. You ain’t going to find Y/N, they're gone, probably already got a new name and passport– you think you’re special? Let me guess Pusher said they’ll marry you?”

The light faded slightly, as Homelander shoulders stiffen, watching the arrogant prick get closer.

Thinking of that woman again, your bff would know if you two...

“Before you was a cute aspiring writer, then the librarian, there was a rich baker too, some hot married thing, one who cheated on Pusher so the idiot buried the bitch alive and then had Dolores find them after they clawed their way out, and right before you there was this wannabe self-made trustfund kid– Pusher loves you, cherishes you but the moment you stop acting like the character in the movie they made about you… is goodbye. Unlike them you can’t be killed by traditional means.”

He threw the newspaper at his feet.

“You and Pusher?” John asked, the more this snake spoke the more he wanted to see it choke on its own tail.

“God did you hear anything I just said? Ours was complicated… our relationship is more than… yours, but not at the moment. Altho Pusher did leave you this– took a good chunk of the liquid you had and put in an off shore account, made it seem like an everyday transaction for you, the info its in the note app… something about making sure Vought couldn’t fuck you over. It's not all of your fortune but you and the kid won’t need to think about your grandkids working either.``

Homelander took the phone off his hand.

“I’m not like any of those worthless–

“You’re different? You are not– Good luck finding the idiot… sorry about Vought, tho.”

The way Kent’s body thud against the tiles wasn’t as cathartic as he’d hope for– the slow wind flicked the pages of tomorrow morning’s edition of the New York Times, in big bold letters “The Great American Disgrace.” he crook his head as Kent drowned, as his mind processed the missing half of his body and agonized. 

Glad that this married asshole was away from his pumpkin, he had spent too much time with you… it didn’t seem right, anyhoo. 

He wasn’t like any of those low born mudpeople, he was divinity incarnate, a higher being, you were of the chosen few— so there was no surprise that simpletons did not keep your attention for long– he was better than all those nameless cocksuckers. He was the fucking Homelander but you didn’t answer his calls, this phone who vibrated with a hundred missed connections for some reason had his money, looking around on the device, you also had a few other disturbing things, all of the devices on his name and others close to him were being monitored by you, he ignored it for the moment.

He took the newspaper, seeing a massive photograph of a familiar boy, smaller print in bold highlighted words ‘Operation Patriot and First True American’ the words: inhumane, organized child murders, illegal human experimentations– repeated themselves, but above all… his name… his deadname, the sequence of numbers and placeholders. The entire front page was thousands of letters describing horrific findings… by 7 am the whole country would see this picture of him.

Just a small thing, holding a blue blanket, taken from a security camera, of him alone in a sterile room.

The other images were of his mother sitting alongside two other women, their bellies swollen and their eyes glazed, in drab hospital garbs. Then little kids he had never seen, images of higher quality than those drab 80’s photos.

Homelander sat on Kent’s bench, he had forgetten how to breathe until he was done reading the whole front page did his lungs lived again, flicking to the next one, more images, more names, more women he vaguely remembered, faces, smiles, bodies… names.

Only a few meters from him were a bundle of sleeping children but all he had of his were these grainy images– of little girls with his lips and little boys with his hair, some looked nothing like him until he stared just hard enough to see his chin or ears.

A quiet wail escaped his lips, as he cried into his hand, his eyes flowing endlessly, the more awful words he read, the more Homelander ears rang. Wobbly knees lifted him, catching sight of the illuminated 7, refusing to believe all of this… he wouldn’t crumble… not yet… not until he felt safe. 

He had to protect John, that was his purpose but who was there to comfort him.

Now when he wanted to burn it all.

In a large penthouse Stan Edgar laid asleep.

Jumping as he felt the weight of his bed shift, in the dark he saw red, at the edge of the bed, just watching him without breathing, no hiss escaping his lips– just Homelander… or something worse watching at him with the stillness of statues. 

Edgar took his glasses, finding this sight just as unsettling, not that he let it show, a part of him expected this visit sooner than later.

Homelander and him stood like this for a very long minute, until his arm creaked handing him the newspaper.

He turned the gold table lamp on his glass side table, his bed a velvety plush thing, and his sheets disgustingly expensive.

Homelander muttered nothing, no sound, no movement, he was more projection than physical entity, for once Edgar’s heart rate did pick up at the sight of him, this was not his petulant child. Homelander watched his demeanor break as more and more of his idiot brain processes the information.

“I won’t let you kill yourself, nor am I going to kill you. I want you to see your empire and your legacy burn in front of you… and when you finally could feel even an ounce of my pain… then I’ll watch you beg me to kill you.” he whispered.

“Homelander…”

“The CIA is outside your door– you won’t be doing an Epstein on me, either.”

“This has nothing to do–

“ Your name over and over… Madelyn’s, Jonah, the other cunts in the labs… you… all of you… on page 3”

He stood up with freakish smoothness, his hidden hand threw two sticky wet masses towards Edgar.

“I used to think Earth looked beautiful in outer space… but… is so ugly… is just too cold out there. too cold for them, too” his lip barely move, cheeks stained with trails and trails of dried tears– who knows where they are now… just drifting away endlessly in the vastness of the Milky Way– too far for me to even catch them again.”

Edgar looked down at the mass.

Two hunks of hair, still attached to their scalps, little specks of melted red ice puddled on his quilt.

“Maybe Zoe will hit Jupiter by the time you die. She cried so much when I took her hair off… Vicky too… so I made them twinsies.” he chuckled– it was so sweet.”

Oh he had always wanted to see him afraid, crying, anything but his usual self, but now he did not care.

The man tried violence only hurting his hands in return, Homelander just walked out the front door as he screamed words that meant nothing.

Not staying to watch when the CIA operatives entered the house.

Aunt Mallory awaited him in the hall.

“I always wanted to see Vought fall. Never thought I would see it… or that you would help us get this done so quickly– even if it was on a threat. But I still couldn’t touch you. The Government would like you to take part in the trial– by tomorrow afternoon all of Vought who was involved in those operations will be arrested and charged with… fuck… everything.”

“Was somebody named Y/N L/N your whistleblower? You seen them?”

He was glad to have seen Kent, otherwise he wouldn’t be watching Mallorys response so closely.

“Can’t tell you that.”

so stupidly easy, she was being smug.

“Can’t tell me where my own fiancee is… or should I go get it out of Butcher? He’s downstairs in the lobby.” He sounded raspy as his throat had given up– I’ll testify on the trial… you know the things they did to me wouldn’t get these people more than a couple years without my testimony. If you tell me and grant me immunity… say you find something else… I’ll give you my all and maybe something you’ve wanted too–

Mallory could cream herself at the fantasy, sensing his desperation and in response his willingness to harm to soothe it, she bit her lip.

“Too good to be true. We don’t really need you for a trial y’know once we identify the families of the women and children–

“I won’t let you touch Ryan.” He said calmly, taking a step closer with red in his eyes– You think the CIA is better than Vought? Either I burn this fucking country to the ground and force you to nuke your cities just to see if you could even scratch me, or you agree– or do you think Soldier Boy will help you, after you put him back in a fridge? I’ll be nice if you like, I’ll even  stop compound V production until we can see the outcome of Vought... I won’t hand it to your people or mine– if you hand me the paperwork saying I’m just a poor little meow-meow.”

He spoke so softly even his cursing didn’t sound hateful, in this tranquil tone Mallory froze, his hand lifting her chin slighty forcing her to met the bluest eyes she’ve ever seen, to see this calm sea holding back a biblical flood.

“We can be civil. You got my word.” She bit her tongue– how come you haven’t yet.”

“That’ll depends solely on you.”

“This Whistleblower left before Butcher delivered me the files. Don’t think he would know.”

“Useless.” he grumbled– "I want to see that bastard in jail first, anyhoo.”

Homelander headed to the elevator, his mind trying to hold the avalanche that was John inside of him, to hold himself until he could find a place to scream.

William sat on a couch by the opulent lobby of the apartment complex, finding something comforting in seeing him... now it bothered him too much but Homelander ignored it, already on edge, one wrong word and he would collapse.

“When was the last time you spoke with Y/N?” John said.

“Why the fuck woul’ I tell you?” 

“William. I’m afraid my Pusher lied to you… whatever was said about me is not true, it was just a ruse to get you to do the dirty work.”

Dead, cheating or running away. Homelander would play the one that hurt him the least and the most, he needed to see you, to understand what you’ve done.

“Those bruises looked fuckin’ real to me, mate.”

“Pusher is a Supe– A Telepath probably told you what you wanted to hear to get you to do as told. I just want my fiance back… I… I can’t do this alone…” His expression softened and his eyes stung– did it make you happy? To see those videos? To see my kids die before I knew their names? I haven’t even seen them, just what was said on the papers and Mallory told me.”

“Don’t. You don’t wan’ to see it, mate. I Hate you. I fuckin’ hate you but… your kids… they were gonna do that to Ryan. They was gonna make my Becca into a monster! All she did to protect that little boy just to end up killing him! My Becca wouldn’t have lived with herself… none of those kids and their mothers deserved that.”

Butcher spoke, his voice did nothing to hide the pain he felt over what almost had awaited Becca, the pain and guilt he felt as he once considered handling that kid back to Vought to rescue her back then, Becca would’ve killed herself from grief if not by her own hands if she was still here and saw those videos.

Homelander sat beside him, he had died once tonight, he could do it again, Butcher shaken as he sat on top of his flag that he almost seemed so careful with before.

“I need to see them. William… please… I need to know… maybe it’ll make you happy to see me reacting to it.”

He looked so frail next to Butcher, whomever this was they did not recognize him.

“If Pusher won’t be there for me– can I have you instead? After all, we had something different.”

It made him uncomfortable to hear him say that, whoever this man was... was just a wounded stranger, sitting too close, their knees touching, Homelander seeking for any relief and Butcher feeling his skin crawl.

“It won’t make me happy. I’m not sick like you” He took a cigarette out offering Homelander one the man considered for a strange second or two– After this what are you gonna do?”

“I think I’ll move to the mediterranean with Ryan, the two cats and maybe… maybe two more people… Mallorca… or Valletta… You can visit Ryan if you like… before that golf ball in your brain kills you. You should see the beachest down there… so pretty– but after I find my pumpkin.”

He lit the cigarette on Butcher’s lip, this was it. The end. It sucked for them both.

They shared a sorry laugh, Butcher picturing the blonde in tacky Hawaiian shirts and a burnt tan screaming ‘Expat’ he just didn’t seem like the type to pull it off, unlike himself.

“I’ve been to Greece on my honeymoon…it wont be pretty not with you in it. I’ve called your fiance early, that we had met all their demands. They came soon after and dropped the passwords, then asked my Frenchie for tips to deal with a supe. They fashioned some stuff for a bit then your Pusher left around four.”

“What Supe?”

“Firecracker.”

He scoffed.

You had forgiven John but never did you say anything about her, he stayed with Butcher even after Edgar was dragged in front of them, following him to his office to watch the videos that even his worst enemy didn’t want him to see.

The longer he watched the less he wanted to see, he had left Butcher’s office by dawn.

Butcher feeling not victorious as he watched them, the happy recordings of kids being kids, of kids trying to make their mothers happy, until the tears began, until the blood, and the screams, until they became silence.

He opened the front door for the authorities heading a private tour to appear extra cooperative... the company was a mess, a beehive disturbed by ravenous wasps.

An emergency meeting was called and the news were talking non-stop of him, of the others could’ve been Homelanders, of his mother and their mothers. His aunt was already victim to guerilla interviews unable to understand what’ve happened, the stocks were below red, and their competitors were just waiting to start eating their hot juicy remains.

“We will cease all production on V. until further notice… but honestly I’ll just take my severance package, and let you guys take care of this.” His voice soft– This is over. All of it. No point in crying about it– it ain’t you guys who ought to be crying.``

Ashley whimpered regardless.

“Sir… I would’ve never authorized this–

“You are too weak to do these things. You've been a good girl Ashley… the least I can do is make sure you’re taken care of, I’ve put in a good word that you had nothing to do with this– after all this is before our time” He turned to the others in the boardroom– them on the other hand. After all of you get arrested I’m going to kill everybody you love and feed them to my cats… maybe not tomorrow, or next week– but I will… I’ll fucking let your dogs rape your wifes and send you the videos and maybe send them to your kids.” he chortled– All of you can go fuck yourselves. Now me and Ashley are going to get out, and none of you better make a peep.”

It was quite the scene.

“Ten million should be enough to live comfortably for you, right? Or is that like a lowball amount? With inflation is hard to tell.”

“Excuse me?”

“I won’t hurt you Ashley because Ryan likes you. And your name did not appear anywhere…” he petted her head mockingly– you and I are done… but you’ll have to sign an NDA about the things you covered for me, your last job for me is for you to testify in the trial.”

“Are you doing alright, sir?” She was too shocked to ask anything else– I…”

“No.”

“Hmm… sir, I wanted to tell you before the meeting that Firecracker has been missing since this morning. And one of the guys from Analytics gave me this… address. Said you had requested it but you never answered your phone this morning.”

His mouth crook upwards.

“She left her phone at home. We already had a team out looking for her… is she our whistleblower?”

“Did she have any friends? Any brunettes with freckles and a big ass?”

That rang bells for an odd reason, a girl she had seen hovering around her during recordings.

“Yes…? I think her old editor.”

“Get me her address, I’m going to go deal with them”

There you were again in a ditch, your face gone, Firecracker nowhere to be seen.

Mallory and some other high ranking investigators stood watching closely overseeing the arrests. Their suits filling the halls.

“That one had nothing to do with it.” his thumb pointing at Ashley.

“Any more requests, your highness?”

“Not going to give you the formula for Compound V.”

“Vought and you caped bastards going away sounds like a dream to me… but you kept your word… I kept mine, you will be granted complete immunity even if we aren’t investigating but the crimes against you. We are pinning all of this on the old guard.”

“Enjoy it.” Before he left he turned around– thanks to you the whole country gets to live another day.”

Butcher stroked his temples.

“And he is going to get away with it!? All of it!?” Starlight protested, the rest of the gang sharing her sentiment– Butcher!?

“Is out of my hands. The fuckin’ ‘ead of Homeland Security, the CIA and the president rather he retires to fucking Madeira than risk a nuclear apocalypse! They haven't even begun to unravel Soldier Boy’s abilities, and the Russian’s ain’t helping– you think I want this!?” 

“So what are we gonna do?”

“Nuthin’ we won. Besides… Y/N might be a serial killer…” Starlight and company urged him to continue– couple years ago some writer and their friend were found killed… nobody could describe this Beck Nevere partner, as if they never existed, not their age, gender, color nor height, they knew Beck had a partner–  both the victims social media accounts were clinically scrubbed… talking black-ops level completely fucking clean. They suspected a Supe was behind it but it led nowhere. There were another couple corpses here and there with similar lack of witness accounts. Only one gave a vague description and a name... Pusher.``

Hughie pulled up the sketch composite that Butcher was referring to, it wasn’t perfect and some of the details were wrong but there was a familiarity to the image.

“This cunt went here to ‘elp us get rid of Vought. Maybe they’ll get rid of him too.” he thought of that name the cunt had dropped– He called them ‘Pusher’ I bet if we dig far enough we could find about this bastard.”

He thought of Homelander sitting on that leather couch, wondering who was after who.

As he sat in the archives a metal box opened and its contents carefully placed around him, Homelander would cry alone, at pictures of close strangers, the sound of voices he would never hear down his halls, all the families he could’ve had, all the first he could’ve witnessed, John could had been given all that made him weak, all that would render him needless, but all he had wanted, all their stolen timelines… You had given him a mother… had you tried to bare him children but found this graveyard.. leaving you more frail than wet paper... did you shattered? Afraid he would kill you for this after his mother’s fiasco? Had he finally managed to scare you?

Two men awaited to take some for evidence, but gave him space until he was ready.

By the end of the day, the internet was losing its mind, even his biggest detractors and haters had nothing negative to say about him, before the day ended the whole world saw Homelander as a victim, a man brainwashed, a survivor. 

Theories that the entire internal coup that saw Edgar fall from grace were nothing but a machiavellian plot to take over the company that had caused him so much harm-- it was to be the next best biopic, studios already preparing for the upcoming bidding wars, and publisher eager to jump at him with publishing offers for his biography, it would sell out day 1 if it happened, News channels and celebrities already competing to see if they could get him to sit down for the first exclusive interview.

Some still hated him– but as of the first 24 hrs the public was sympathetic. It would become the popular opinion to not hate him, those who did would be silenced, and eventually it would be taboo to voice it openly, or at all.

His strange quirks and violent outburst now blamed on complex PTSD and trauma, he wasn’t hated nor ridiculed to his surprise, while much of the facts had been sanitized, much of the details to be saved for the trial or for government eyes only– enough was out to paint a horrific image; CNN to Joe Rogan had been given a couple of heavily censored clips, graphic enough that its content was undeniable. The families of the mothers, and his ex-lovers already being identified, the missing women had been given potential and confirmed names in massive reddit and 4chan efforts, faster than the FBI had even if there was plenty of misinformation drowning the main feeds.

He had checked  Firecracker’s friend apartment finding nothing, no struggle, or signs of it that’ve been cleaned, her keys missing but her wallet and phone left behind.

A couple of cigarettes left behind, no lipstick marks left on the buds, Firecracker wasn’t a smoker, he grinned.

He could scan the whole city and eventually find you, but it came to him.

A number he didn’t recognize appeared on his screen.

“Found your bitch, aye.”

Seems Butcher wanted some payback, he was better at this than Homelander after all.

“Love you too. How you get my number?”

The other man was silent at the other end of the line, watching the building you were holed up.

“Your bitch used me. Painted you as some victim to be pitied. Made you get away with all the bullshit you’ve done– I want front row seats to the funeral… found some of your bitch past achievements– gnarly little things.”

“You and me both.” He was to let you explain, to tell him everything before he made a decision on you– thanks.”

“This one is good– but I am better. Gather your team is a bit short of funds and all, just so you know I’m gonna get ev’n.”

He hanged, seconds after Homelander received a text message.

Homelander flew, finding you wet, naked and tired. 

You looked more beautiful than ever before, as you throw your back with each swung of a modified machete, sweating profusely as you bathed in her life, your shoulders burn and you hair clump around your temples... you looked breathtaking.

His ire fading as the sight of you assuaged him, the thought of your arms holding him tenderly... the only place he could cry, of your lips telling him all the things nobody had meant and internet voices were too impersonal to mean much for him, left alone for days, worried sick you’ve been hurt by Firecracker and left dead on some dumpsters, you were safe, you could explain yourself, he could grant you one chance to explain yourself.

You did look so beautiful.

But you were here, breathing, thinking of him still.

They would just be a little upset still.

But you could explain it all... maybe it had been a misunderstanding... maybe you didn't meant it.

And then here you two were.

Dawn fast approaching, the cool breeze rustling your hair.

“Why did you ran away?”

“Killing Firecracker was harder than I anticipated. The fugu only paralyzed her… had to get creative with the saws… took me a whole day to find the right blade. Not to mention I had to kill the friend first. I was so tired I overslept quite a bit. I only caught up until you showed up.” You admitted– I kidnapped her friend, drew her to that safe house, and then you showed up.”

Her heart beat honest, it shocked John.

“I did have to find out a few things about you from Butcher, Kent, my team… you’re certainly a character. So why did you kill your exes?”

You looked away, embarrassed and ashamed to say this outloud, not wanting to talk about past lovers.

“They couldn’t handle my devotion.” Your voice is gentle yet pained–  Too intense for them. I suffocated them and made them feel isolated.” trembling lightly you looked up at him– I loved them too much but they couldn’t muster to return an ounce of what I gave them. They didn’t want me anymore.  Didn’t want to give me my refund. They weren't my true love.'

“So you didn’t get bored?”

“All I wanted was to be loved like I always dreamed to be loved. They got bored of me… they hated me… they couldn’t stand me.” Your eyes watered– But you returned my love, so equally.”

He strokes your hair, tucking it behind your ears.

“You won’t fall out of love with me… even after you erase my memories?” John asked.

“Is nice that you think I can do that– you need it for the trial. Or you meant later?”

“Maybe I want you to kill me instead of killing you, and leave my brother in charge.”

You dropped an imaginary plate, all air squeezed out your lungs, your nails digging on his arms.

“No!! I would not!!” You shouted– Absolutely not!!”

“You did all of this to have me all for you, but maybe I don’t want to be all yours. My brother likes you… he only came back for you, he ignored me for you. You love him, not me. Nobody loves me, I’ll cheat on you again– you can’t win me over not after what you did! I have nothing! Vought! Privacy! This fucking suit!!!”

He whispered words laced with anger and pain.

“Then I will kill the next one, and the one after and the one after that one. Fuck I’ll kill the bitch you stared for more than five seconds at the coffee shop queue if I must. As long as you come back to me John is alright… is you, him and me.”

He whimpered, stifling a tear, the way you spoke so softly, your deliverance continuously painfully honest, hard to reconcile your merciless nature with this one who saw him as their everything, genuinely meant it, who saw him as frail and began to cried at the thought of euthanasia.

“I won’t stop until I consume every ounce of doubt you have.” You mumble– I’ll never ever let you leave. I’ll put you in a glass cage if I have to” you stroke his cheek, clinging to him, a strange white swirl floated in your eyes– All I did was to protect you and us. That man– Butcher… was going to destroy you! I was lucky I gave him those files and made sure no matter what– the whole world would never think of you as evil, thanks to me. I got rid of her because I’m yours… so you didn’t need her… you own me.” Your kisses are so soft on his neck, turning him into glass replacing the old marble– I want to crawl inside you to feel your warmth for your touch is not enough. I would consume you if I could and fill my guts 'till it burst, so you might nourish all of me. Just to be closer to you.” 

Homelander mouth dried, your words clawing at his throat, his hand glued to you feeling his body swirl as you pulled his face closer, gasping with every fond stroke of your lips and palms, the red flickering the more you spoke and his heart thumped, as he struggled to breathe, you sucked it out his system.

Your pretty eyes so white.

–You could have me forever and tuck me in the closet until you need me, and I would be fine with it– I’ll be there for you… ‘cuz I love you and you’re very special to me John, so I’ll just make you come back to me– both of you.” You cried, kissing him more intensely, sussurating into his lungs– I prayed and prayed to all gods for traces of you. I gave up hope… but you found me instead.” you kissed him more, and more, bleeding into his tongue. Harking back at the first moment you met, the moment you heard them both, and your eyes met, that first shared heartbeat– Even my ghost won’t leave you. I promise. Now that the gods have brought us together I won’t let go” you sobbed clinging on to him, that pale light brighter– I was born for you.”

There is a perturbing and enthralling manicness to you, your voice will forever haunt him as it spoke so sweetly, your kisses branding him with iron, you were pulling him closer, swallowing him– it frightens him how unbashedly you yearned for him. 

You were a scary thing.

A monster.

His other half.

He let himself be saved in your arms, his legs giving up, pushing you both into the hard ground.

Your declaration makes his wounded heart thump more alive than it had ever been in forty years.

It wouldn’t heal him, it wouldn’t fix anything, it wouldn’t earn you forgiveness.

But Homelander and John needed this. Always had. Both had seeked this.

He had wanted something awful it seems.

That god would make somebody just for him.

Who had felt the same suffocating loneliness.

And emerged just as awry.

Who would cling to him shamelessly, like he had yearned since the moment he learned he was born from nothing.

Who for forty years had clung to sweet nothing in search for anything, any crumb of something to fill the abyss.

You here wanted to fill his abyss with your own tragedy.

Every sulken glance, every smile, every tear and every kiss… forcibly if you had to.

He needed to be cuddled and held, laughing maniacally as nothing made sense anymore, he cackled in between hoarse sobs, you kissed him, cradling him and swaying him, kissing his tears as he clung to you. 

Looking up, a dying lamp vaguely illuminated above you two, a flickering halo framed you, you watched him with fervor, your lips lifted into a pained smile, holding him as if the mere thought of him touching the ground was killing you, your heart screaming so loudly. 

Oh there it was… he thought, in the depth of all that was you. He finally really saw what his brother saw– Stormfront didn’t look at him like this… not close, not remotely the same.

You were the comfort of the familiar pain.

In the white ouroboros.

You were the Bad Room made flesh.

He was born there… he would die there…

He was inside that room, city skylines and rusted metal replaced by thick white cement walls, the flickering ligths replaced by cool white halogen.

He was born to keep John alive but John never knew how to be without him.

So he continued to be unsure of where to be.

Until you…

In your muddy disguise, without a hint of sanctity, you who appeared so boorish– you were the white walls that’ve birthed him, still chasing after him, a tulpa or demon from within that place.

What were you?

“Don’t be silly. If I was a demon I would’ve joined William’s side. Or tell you not to do the Oprah interview”

Glimpsin into that uneasy white swirl illuminating pupils, he thought. 

Frozen inside this silent room, the buzzing of the air con drilling into his ear.

If his brother had taken the reins before, ran for days and nights, if he had agreed to lie about you before, if all John knew now was on your words– had you forgotten to tell him something? 

What had you two kept to yourselves?

What had you two done while he wasn’t around? What had you shared for his love to infect him? For you to become like this? In his fracture memory he couldn’t reach the answer easily.

You kissed him as he watched the white swirl fade away like a slithering worm taking that unnatural light away from your irises.

With it the world returned.

He squeezed your hand, trying to calm down the oppressive weight in his chest– Oprah… he had already been offered ten million for exclusive first dibs, he could think of that instead of the unknown, as you pressed him against your chest, he could just let you two care for him as you had promise, let him just get the bliss and the fortune.

“Should I?”

“Well we gotta make sure the public thinks you’re a good boy… and if you want to keep killing we got each other... it will be much more fun if we gotta be sneaky about it. Also is Oprah, baby!”

“She’s so lovely, pumpkin.”

It was too much… how can one man, god or not– handle the last few hours, it was too much,  accepting defeat, he could kill you but solve nothing, now he needed your powers.

He had said, himself… now he was a god made whole.

You held him until even his back grew sore.

He thought of waves, of never ending waves, and golden stone, of the cawing of sea birds and the heat on his back.

“You want to move there?”

“It's far away..."

You pulled him closer, as his head rested perfectly against your chest, kissing his forehead over and over until his toothy smile returned.

“You’ll be there to make everything okay… you'll make it okay.”

“I’ll take care of us forever.” your hand holding his cheek– I was put on this earth to care for you.”

To be held was all he ever wanted.

If his brother could hold him… this is how he imagine he would.

He felt the candor of your love, hotter than his own inhuman heat, he knew these frail chains made of bone and glass will not break, he held your collar and you held his chains.

Both visciously clutching on those chains.

Tangling himself further into the uncertainty, but he didn't fear it, he craved it.

Bleeding into his mouth.

Offering your fealty.

Whatever was to happen, whether the world would be blessed with rebirth or survive another decade, hanged on you.

[no-m4gic]

Wow yandere sure are cool

can I request the yandere alphabet for Mukuro Ikusaba?

quick a/n ;; i'm probably not going to be active for the next 3 or 4 days... so requests will be closed... at least until i clear my inbox (which will take awhile)

i had shit loads of fun writing for izuru (even though yandere izuru is so fuckin' tough to write for)

hopefully i have as much fun with mukuro as i did with izuru

also i disagree yandere are scary as especially men yandere

this is a GN S/O btw!

rushed this, remade it, rushed it again. imagination juices running out. for some reason i have motivation to write when i'm about to go to sleep... ah fuck.

thanks for requesting!

prompt ;; yandere alphabet

prompt list ;; here x3

warnings ;; mentions of stockholm syndrome, murder, cutting off s/o's uuh hand

creds ;; i got help from mod willow for C,T, W and Z! we have a shared blog you can find here. thanks willlow <33

~ mod sitaya

Mukuro Yandere Alphabet

i don't have a header for mukuro yet... 😭

A - Affection - How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

mukuro could and will definitely get pretty intense with her physical affection. she just wants to show you she loves you for real... so why do you keep pushing her and her efforts away?

B - Blood - How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

very veeryyy messy. mukuro would do anything to keep you safe and hers. anybody unfortunate to be considered a rival would be eliminated the first day the talk to you. "s/o, they were useless, don't cry over spilled milk,".

★ C - Cruelty - How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

when you first wake up tied to the bed, mukuro wouldn't walk in and personally explain it to your face. instead, you'll find a piece of paper with everything scribbled onto it. and the first few weeks ikusaba would try to make everything more... comfortable, and enjoyable for you. however, once it's been awhile with her, she'll start to be more strict. she'll only mock you if you make an attempt to escape, but other than that she won't say anything negative about you.

D - Darling - Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

no, unless once you've developed stockholm and consent to anything else, mukuro's keeping her hands to herself.

E- Earnest, Are they intense?

when you first get abducted, no. she would listen to your every command, leaving you alone whenever you requested and answer almost all your questions. but if you ever attempted to escape, she would get more strict and intense. never keeping her eyes off you for even a second (even when you're sleeping), almost always having some sort of physical contact and so on.

F- Fight - How would they feel if their darling fought back?

most of the time she finds it cute. "aww, is s/o trying to tire themselves out?". this would also be a time when she would mock you, intentionally or unintentionally.

G- Game - Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

yes and no. she loves seeing you think she wasn't watching and explore the house, attempting to pick locks or open windows. her real goal is really to just have a life with you. in her eyes kidnapping you was taking you with her to start a brand new, fresh life, bringing nothing from her past but you.

H- Hell - What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

during a punishment. specifically one after you tried to escape. "i'm sorry s/o you made me do this, i can't have you running away and leaving me," mukuro would calmly say before the cleaver she clenched in her hand came rushing down. you squeezed your eyes shut, tears still streaming down her face as you felt warm blood splatter everywhere. and worse of all, it was yours.

I- Ideals - What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

like in letter G, all mukuro wants to do is start a fresh new life with you with nothing in her or your way. she doesn't understand why you still resist and want to leave. sometimes she'd even consider reaching out to junko for advice.

J- Jet - How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

pretty darn quickly. you were the only person who hadn't treated her indifferently or like a servant. how could she not fall for you? you were so innocent, and all you wanted to do was befriend her and give her hope and light.

K- Kisses - How do they act around or with their darling?

something like how she acts around junko. whenever you tried to hit her or fought back, she'd just say "oh s/o is trying to kill me with their bare hands... how much i would enjoy that despair..." or mock you. she'll also listen to everything you say, but not believe every lie you make. if you were hungry, she'd get you your favorite food(s), if you were tired, she'd bring in a white noise machine, lower the temperature of the room and tuck you into bed before leaving you be.

L-Lonely - How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

she wouldn't be apart from you. if you two were required to be apart, she'd refuse, and probably lie about being your guardian or something, just so she could stand by your side and hold your hand. what if somebody hit on you? she couldn't do anything to protect you if you two were apart!

M- Might - How aggressive would they be towards you?

not aggressive at all in general. in fact she'd be pretty submissive. however she wouldn't always do your exact request, just to show you can't take advantage of her.

N- Naughty - How would they punish their darling?

the severity of the punishment depends on what you did. the worse being attempting to escape, of course. if it was something minor like you ignoring her, she'll lock you up in a dark room for an hour or less before letting you out. the worse for when you attempted to escape, you can find at the letter H.

O- Oppression - How many rights would they take away from their darling?

only the necessary ones... such as you never having privacy and never being able to leave the house unless she trusts you to the max. you'll start off with barely any rights, so you'll have to earn them as time passes.

R- Rain - Would they keep you trapped inside forever?

not forever, just most of the time, especially your first months alone with her. once you start behaving, whether you've developed stockholm or you're just pretending, there would be those rare days where she'd drive you around the city and even get you something from a store, with you still in the car obviously.

S- Stalker - Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

before she abducted you, pretty intense. she needs to make sure her dear s/o is safe and not in need of rescuing!

★ T- Tears - How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

she feels like absolute shit, especially with the knowledge that the reason you're doing it was because of her. during one of these periods, she'd go easy easy on you. heck she'll even let you roam around the house freely for that day and leave you alone, give you privacy and all that good stuff.

U- Unique - Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

she'd sometimes give you false hope, saying someday she'll allow you to wander freely outside for a specific amount of time, with many rules, of course.

V- Vice - What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

you could pretend to develop stockholm syndrome, day by day. she'd be very gullible around her darling, believing mostly everything they say. once you've proven yourself, mukuro will allow you some outside time. the first time, you'll still be under a strict eye. however, as time passes, eventually, you'll be alone outside, and hopefully during your treacherous, you've formed a plan, since mukuro's not letting go ever.

★ W-Wild Card - a random yandere headcanon.

usually after a punishment, mukuro would kiss your wounds after that before rubbing cleaning alcohol onto it and bandaging it. not only that, whenever you screamed at her to leave you alone, she'll actually leave you alone for an hour or less. still watching you from a distance, of course.

★ Z - Zenith - Would they ever break their darling?

never. if you ever do lose your sanity, it would most likely be during a punishment or one of those periods where she neglects you. and once you do, she'll do anything and everything to get you back to normal. she would even drive you around in her car, with the doors and windows locked, of course. sometimes though, she'll give you false hope by saying "oh s/o, you've been so good lately, perhaps i'll let you see your family again someday," it makes her feel euphoric whenever she saw your face light up and whenever you'd ask her when "someday" was.

hi! i'm back, this request was almost done, so i quickly wrapped it up in a library during my break. hope it isn't too obviously rushed and bad!

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

I was watching Spilling the Milk's hour-long reaction video to Hazbin Hotel (which was pretty funny BTW!) and one of the YouTube adverts in the middle was for the beauty brand Valentino and I surprised myself with how visceral my negative reaction was.

[ay-chuu]

hey there ! i hope you are all well and safe:(

for the shipping event, id like bsd ! (nver done 1 of these bf so im rlly excited :D)

4 my appearance; i hv short black dyed hair, ranpo style and brown/blue eyes (i hv sectoral heterochromia ^^), i have a septum piercing also and quite the array of scars.

im a scorpio ! and my mbti is infj.

i don’t rlly hv a lot of hobbies tbh, but i do enjoy painting and reading. i like to swim also when i can.

for things i hate, i despise sudden or repetitive noises (like chewing or fireworks, autism tingz), dogs and feet💀.

not rlly big on video games if im completely honest but i do sometimes play the sims4, it’s fun playing with these pixels lives😭 i always end up getting my children taken away<\3 my fav movie genre is psychological horror..💀

my fav artist is lana del rey ! but i do enjoy older stuff from like the 70s+

thankyou ! by the way, hope this is enough. take care of urself<33

-luci(she/her)

Hi love thanks for your cute wishes please take care of yurself too! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥ <3

BTW I LOVE YOUR EYES AND HAIR UGH ＼(≧▽≦)／!

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

RANPO EDOGAWA!

The greatest harmony of INTP and INFJ is intelligence compatibility. CHANGE MY MIND. Not many people can handle the power these two carry as a couple lol. Together they often talk very philosophically, and they do so involuntarily.

I personally think that what Ranpo likes most about you is your comfort and understanding. He likes that you make him happy, be more mature and supportive. By the way, I think he loves your piercings and there are times when he looks into your eyes for a long time... What you love about him is the intelligent and insecure man who hides behind her childish and sweet personality. That's why you often praise him a lot and he's like a touch addicted cat who only cares for you KLSDGJSKLGFKL you talk a lot of philosophy together!

I think that the problem in your relationship is both vital and you. He can sometimes put himself in unnecessary danger and you naturally disapprove of it. He gets angry and can act a little bastard, which often leads to fights. However, after that work Ranpo, who came to you like a cat who spilled milk, things would get better with sweet apologies and a slap that comes with speech he got LOL SFGKSJ

Lastly, some of the moments I dream of for you two: a spoiled ranpo eating donuts lying on your thighs while you draw something with your sketchbook, philosophical conversations accompanied by warm hugs on a special night together, Ranpo who puts your ears lana del rey music's if there's a loud or any sound that you dont like -SLAY QUEEN I LOVE LANA TOO- and a ranpo thinking how happy he is to spend his life with you when you read a book together, watch a psychological horror movie or any simple activity you enjoy and the admiring glances with his beautiful eyes <3

[minetteskvareninova]

Minette watches Medici, part 19 (The Trust)

-Holyshiholyshitholyshit WHAT IS THIS?! A GOOD EPISODE?! Seriously, what is it with the third episodes of the third season and being surprisingly excellent? First ITV Victoria and now Medici. I mean the third season of Victoria was overall stronger, but still. You know the Doofenschmirtz quote about two nickels.

-Riario is kinda growing on me. Like this guy is never going to be a villain I can take seriously, but at least his cringiness has finally passed a certain treshhold beyond which he circles around to being enjoyable again, although ironically. When old Ferrante grabbed his lower jaw and chewed him out? I SCREAMED. This, people, is my boyfailure. Come to me, kiddo, all is forgiven.

-Speaking of old Ferrante! Honestly, what a character. He's like 50% less iconic than the real Ferrante I. of Naples, which still makes him the coolest guy in any room, possibly the whole show. I was sorely disappointed about the lack of Museum Of Mummies, but otherwise, what a man. Really makes you believe he's the father of the legendary Beatrice of Naples, second wife of Matthias Corvinus and godmother of the Hungarian renaissance. The only moment that made me rise an eyebrow a little was him trying to make Ippolita seduce, like that doesn't feel like something a renaissance prince would do, even a consummate whore like Ferrante...? Whatever. I guess I can't complain too much, since it gave him some more moral ambiguity, which is great, because real Ferrante was a lot of things, but like most renaissance princes (including real Lorenzo, but whatever), he was not a good dude.

-Speaking of Lorenzo and Ippolita! Fuck, what a duo. Like, what do you know, when you take Lorenzo out of his natural environment in Florence, so that he's put on back foot and can't pontificate on how he loves the republic, noone loves the republic more than him and he'd never, ever subvert it to gain more power for his family... Well, then he's just a clever strategist and one smooth motherfucker that's actually pretty likeable! Honestly, at one point I wouldn't even mind if he actually slept with Ippolita. Not like he never cheated on Clarice before, and honestly I am kinda lukewarm on Lorenzo x Clarice anyway... But he didn't, for which he gets a tiny little gold star. His dynamic with Ippolita is still pretty fascinating and their dialogues some of the best in the show. And I love Ippolita as a character so much. The girl deserves better. Pity she can't join Lorenzo's polycule, like if he didn't take care of her, his girls defo would...

-Which brings me to Clarice and Lucrezia D who FINALLY SHARED A SCENE PEOPLE CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAM?! Sure, it was short and only mildly gay, but still. At this point I take what I can get. Lorenzo possibly cheating on Clarice didn't exactly move me, but I didn't hate it either; like, they didn't make it too annoying or taking up too much space, so I'll allow it.

-This episode's cast was honestly so stacked that Lucrezia T can't even be called its MVP, which is saying something, because this was a baller episode for her as well. And I am really looking forward to where the Medici financial issues plot is going to go, which together with Savonarola makes me mildly hopeful for the future episodes. Like I know the high of this episode probably won't last, but at least some of the rest of the show can possibly, maybe come close to it???

-BTW shoutout to Massimo from 365 days, who had a small role in this episode. Let me tell you, I nearly spilled my chocolate milk when I saw his face. Nice to see the guy got at least one dignified role in his life, like he's really not a bad actor...

-Anyway, great episode, the whole season was worth it just for old Ferrante.

[dreamonminecraft]

For anyone wondering, my babysitting rate is down to $0 an hour apparently since nobody ever fucking pays me

(rant in the tags)

[inn-oceanid]

TELL ME. WAS IT A SIN TO FEEL ?

Art not mine btw, ctto.

Kunikuzushi drabbles.

Not proofread. Unsure lore, maybe ooc because, who the hell knows about Kunikuzushi that time-? But this is how I picture him if he stayed with Ei

Consider this as the part two of “Being friends with Kunikuzushi ?”

After being friends with Kunikuzushi. How do I start again.

He is the type to follow wherever you lead him to, he doesn’t think about the danger, tragedies that might happen, if both of you might get lost, nothing. He just follows you like a puppy and he won’t ever get tired of it.

You don’t mind him following anyway, you know that he knows that.

But of course, as a part for your growing friendship, you can never avoid things getting personal day by day. Sharing each other’s about one’s problem is a thing, you’re friends after all.

When Kunikuzushi sees you crying, he becomes quiet. A different sort of quiet, he’s sincerely trying to think of a way to comfort you, as he tries to remember what his creator had taught him about mortals and feelings.

He gently wipes your tears away with the sleeve of his yukata, and tries to pull your hands away that was covering your face, your tears away from him. But if he knows he couldn’t pull it away, he’ll let you be and just hug you instead.

“Shh.. it’s okay. Cry it all out.” He whispers while he combs your hair, listening to your sobs. —just like how Ei would do when he wakes up, crying, from his sleep.

While he’s comforting you, he’ll try to speak about about something, like how you would always do. “Did you know? My creator told me that she really really likes you.” Something like that. Even though it isn’t to be said lmao-

“But still, not the way I like you of course.. I think that’s different.”

After hearing it, it made your head lift up to look at him immediately. Did he seriously said that right now? You would ask yourself. In fact he did, he knows he did, you heard him right. Kunikuzushi was just speaking truth, he wanted you to know that.

“Hm?” He tilts his head when you stare at him for a little too long, “Are you okay now?” He asks and you nodded.

“That’s great. I dislike it when you cry tears, it makes me want to do the same.. it hurts my throat.” He chuckled as his comment slipped from his mouth so innocently. It made your heart flutter, really. It made you smile.

“You’re so sweet.” You’d compliment him, which makes him feel flattered the same way as you.

Kunikuzushi always (mostly) makes you feel appreciated by his true words that even himself has no intentions to spill it. There’s just always something inside him that tell him to say it, that you deserve it, so sometimes he won’t notice himself showering you with compliments while you become so shy. (And he still won’t notice how shy you are.)

He’s a man who never notice quickly, which makes him so innocent. He’ll understand what he said after hours of thinking about it. And he’ll just end up chuckling quietly to himself while he rests in the Tenshukaku, gazing at the stars that twinkle.

He’s always excited for tomorrow to come. He wonders what the two of you will do in the next day, where will you go, what will you buy, what will you eat? He doesn’t plan what to do but guess, once he got them correct by the next day, he’ll celebrate quietly.

“What did you two do today?” Ei would ask every time, when she combs his hair before he sleeps. It has became a routine for her as well, to hear his stories, his feelings, and give him some advices.

“This evening, we went to Ritou and watched ships sail away. She brought the dango milk that she always bring. I had drawn to like the sweet beverage as well.” He’ll reply, ready to tell his creator every details, and he won’t let even a small one be forgotten.

“What’s dango milk?” “—it’s dango with milk. By vendor Tomoki. It’s very sweet, and I think you’d really like it. Would you like me to bring you some tomorrow?”

“No need.” Ei chuckles at the boy.

“[Name] really liked the kushikatsu that you made me bring from Guuji Yae.” “—oh really? Well, isn’t that flattering?”

Kunikuzushi nods, “She also said she wants to meet you in person soon.” He smiled at the thought of you meeting his creator, you’d surely be happy.

“…” Ei took seconds before answering.

“If I don’t get too busy, I shall visit her with you.”

“Is that a promise?” He asks, turning around at her. Ei placed the wooden comb on the floor and dusted her thighs, she nodded. “It’s a promise. Now, you must head to sleep, Kunikuzushi. Another day awaits for you tomorrow.”

The boy happily slipped inside his futon, obeying his creator’s orders and drifted to sleep, his excitement for a new day never left his mind and his heart.

Ei observed him, with amusement of the knowledge he gets from outside. Promises. —Thanks to you.

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Can you do Todoroki Shoto with a piss kink for your kink event??? Like he accidentally pisses inside you???👉👈🥺

Kink Event

»»——⍟——««A/n: NSNXNSJXJSNSH I was wondering how long it’d take for someone to peep piss isn’t on my no list (this is all Jo’s fault 🥲) please do research before trying this btw. I’m guessing it’d be kinda unsanitary and could cause problems 💀

Todoroki slams into you from behind, his thrusts quick and somewhat sloppier than usual. He angels his hips, so his cock hits your g-spot, and he loops his hand around your waist, letting his fingers find your clit and rub quick circles around it, desperate to get you to cum.

Shoto had come in from patrol and immediately was spending time with you. You guys watched a movie and then ate dinner, which right after you were all over him, and he didn't have the heart to stop you so he could slip to the bathroom, and before Shoto knew it, it was too late for him to turn back, now he's relying on his will to make you cum and then slip away.

He's doing everything he can to not think about how much he needs to pee. He wants to take care of you first. Shoto turns you on your back and slams into you, hoving over you with his hands stretched on either side of your head, speeding up his pace with each thrust.

He leans down his head next to yours as he feels you get tighter and tighter, close to cumming. He closes his eyes, drinking in the moans you let out as you pull on his hair. With one more hard thrust, you cum, squeezing Shoto's cock as your walls flutter around him, begging to milk his cock.

It's a second. Only a second, Shoto loses focus, having no choice but to submit to the way you flutter around him, how good your walls feel when they squeeze him, and he pees. A small stream escapes his cock, and he freezes, gasping and mutters a quick "No, no, no" as his eyes snap open and he tries to stop it.

He does, and the second it stops, he's apologizing. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was trying to stop it." Shoto tries to pull out, except the second he moves, you lock your legs around him. He looks at you confused and a little scared, knowing he can't hold off for much longer, the little relief he got tugging at him, urging him to do more.

"Do it again," you say, a straight face as you look up at him.

"What?" he says, thinking he was misunderstanding.

"Pee in me again, Sho. It's ok," you say.

Shoto looks speechless for a second, but he leans down, leaning his face next to yours, leaving light kisses on your jaw as he closes his eyes. Then you feel it. It's like he's coming, but denser as pee streams out of his cock. He had no idea how good it'd feel to let go, and soon enough, he's moaning into your ear as the pressure finally lets up.

You gasp when you feel the stream, automatically grinding your hips on him. You can feel his pee leak from you onto the bedsheet from the sheer amount that Shoto releases. The stream lasts, and soon you're cumming again, squeezing his cock as he continues to relieve himself, causing him to moan louder in your ear.

When he finishes, he pulls his cock out. Pee spills from your pussy. Shoto pants near your ear, his mind on cloud nine even though he hadn't cum. "I didn't know that'd feel so good," he says.

"New kink discovered. I want you to do that whenever you can," you pant.

Bouns:

Shoto picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, sitting you on top of the toilet while he gets the bath ready. Before he turns it on, you get an idea. "Shoto?" you smirk, getting his attention. He hums, looking over his should. "Can I try something?" you ask.

"Sure," he says.

You put out your hand for him to take and help you stand. He does, and you say, "Sit in the tub." He looks confused but does it, sitting down and soon finding you in his lap. You straddle him, bringing him into a heated kiss.

Before Shoto can think to wonder what you're doing, he feels a stream running down his lap. You're peeing on him. He moans into the kiss and pulls you closer, pressing your bodies together as you release on him.

When you finish and pull away, you smile, feeling his hard cock pressing under you. "I didn't think that'd be so hot. Wow," he groans.

Kink Event

[cosmicbrowniefan]

more fluffy byler headcanons bc why tf not, y’all deserve it after the night we’ve had

will definitely gets tiktok famous for whatever reason (bc let’s be honest, tiktok would be obsessed with him no matter what content he put out), and mike just appears in the background of videos occasionally and all of will’s viewers immediately become obsessed with “will’s mysterious background boy”

mike knows everything there is to know about the incredibly complex game that is dnd but he can’t play chess for the life of him (and dustin gives up trying to teach him) so will spends an afternoon teaching him and mike FINALLY gets it

when mike is sick he’s the BIGGEST baby about it, so will comes over and makes him soup and reads him charlotte’s web :’)

when will is sick he definitely tries to walk it off and acts like it’s nothing even if he’s got like pneumonia but mike immediately goes into protective bf mode and makes will go to bed and puts some soft music on his phone and they nap together

they have the best halloween costumes once they become an official couple

notable costumes include: the two halves of a nintendo switch, remus and sirius (fuck jkr obvi, but will is remus and mike is sirius), johnny and ponyboy from the outsiders (will is johnny and mike is pony), the wizard of oz gang with lucas and dustin (will is dorothy, mike is scarecrow, lucas is tin man, and dustin is lion), and troy and gabriella from hsm (mike would be gabriella fight me on this)

also will begs mike again and again to go as dracula (bc will thinks mike will look really hot in that costume) and mike refuses bc he’s always teased for being pale

but mike VERY quickly changes his tune when will says that he’ll go as one of the brides

(they both look amazing in these costumes btw.)

mike and will go on arcade dates

mike always tries to win will something from a claw machine but constantly fails

turns out will is a god at claw machines so he wins both him and mike something and tells mike that they can tell people mike won him his stuffed animal :)

will loves horror movies but he learned that if he acts scared mike will cuddle him more so he acts scared a lot

they go on a date to lego land!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i mean come on that’s just so them

their favorite show to watch together is the babysitters club show on netflix

they’re the mfs to go to applebees and mike goes “i’ll take the apple” and will says “i’ll have the bees” and the poor waiter just shakes his head and sighs

will signs up for baseball and mike. mike is peekin respectfully. and ofc showing up to all of his games with way too enthusiastic signs

it’s canon that they both put syrup on their eggs but my headcanon is that they started doing this bc mike accidentally spilled syrup from his pancakes on his eggs and will dared him to eat it

“...this is really good”

“you LIAR that’s gross!”

“no really try it!”

“...”

“holy shit”

will’s keysmashes are always the typical ones you see like “asdhfjsk” but mike’s keysmashes are ones that look just weird or strangely like words like “wouspikmfdsu”

will is a converse gay but mike? mike is a CROCS gay

(will gets him the light-up lightning mcqueen crocs for his birthday btw)

mike convinces will to start an instagram account for his art and always comments on his stuff and reposts it on his story with captions like “MY BOYFRIEND DID THIS ISN’T HE SO TALENTED”

will prefers apple juice, mike prefers orange juice

this is the source of a recurring argument for them

for their anniversary, jonathan gives them a polaroid camera bc will is always talking about how he wishes he could capture and have physical copies of all their moments together

they know each other’s starbucks orders

mike’s is a very simple nitro cold brew

will’s is a double chocolately chip creme frappuccino with extra whip and almond milk during fall, winter, and spring, and a mango dragonfruit lemonade refresher during the summer

mike prides himself on having those memorized

steddie hangs out with byler before prom

but not like, together

basically steve and mike hang out at the wheeler house talking about their boyfriends and playing video games and then steve helps mike get ready and make sure he looks great and gives him all this advice on how to make it the perfect night

and eddie and will spend the day going out to random stores and blasting loud music in eddie’s car and then eddie hypes will up when he gets ready and tells him about how much mike is going to swoon

and then eddie takes will over to the wheeler house and mike is just. total heart eyes for will and stuttering and blushing all over the place

and eddie and steve drop them off at prom and watch them walk in holding hands and just turn to each other like. yeah. we did good