ik it's late but this has been in my head all say so have a triple threat easter special <3
you wear 🐰bunny ears🐰 on easter headcanons ( butcher, homelander, soldier boy )
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BUTCHER
he wasn't expecting it, easter was just another day since you had no kids, but you decided to spice things up
so he enters your bedroom after a long day at the office with the boys to see you in bunny ears one of his shirts, unbuttoned all the way down, and his favorite pair of red panties
needless to say, he drops whatever he's holding and walks to you in a daze, eyes raking over your figure with his mouth open slightly
"all this for me?" he asks, and you nod, toying with the ends of his shirt, moving it ever so slightly to expose your chest
he's done for then, and soon his shirt, your panties, and even the bunny ears are on the floor, and the bed is creaking
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ HOMELANDER ( JOHN GILLMAN )
easter was a holiday that made no sense to john, rabbits and chocolate and maybe christ? he should be better at this as an all american hero, but you promised him a surprise, and boy did you deliver
he can't keep his eyes off of you, in your fuzzy pink bunny ears and your silk pink pajamas to match, his mouth practically waters
he takes his time with you, undressing you slowly because it isn't every day you dress up like this for him, and he appreciates the gesture
he wants you to keep the bunny ears on, he thinks you look adorable and, dare he say it, innocent, even as he has you bouncing on his cock, moaning and gasping
it's the dawn of his newest nickname for you, his little bunny
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SOLDIER BOY ( BEN )
ben wasn't much of a holidays guy, the sentimental stuff just wasn't him. but when he caught sight of you in nothing but a bunny ear headband and white lingerie ...
he practically pounces on you, hands roaming your body extra careful so he doesn't tear this lacy number on you, he wants to see it again sometime, maybe under a wedding dress
but once he gets it off of you, he's like a feral animal, making you scream his name as he pounds into you from behind
"thought you could look all cute and i wouldn't ruin you?" he whispers, pulling your back flush against his chest
you two already bring a whole new meaning to the phrase 'fucking like rabbits', he almost wants you to wear the stupid thing again, just on a random tuesday
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Hey you're probably sick of the boys requests so take as long as you need with this
I was wondering if I could request how the boys would react to be called their real name in an angry voice by their gf instead of their nickname
Like for Frenchie it would be Serge
For Noir it would be Earving
For Billy it would be William
For Soldier Boy it would be Ben/Benjamin
For Hughie it would be Hugh
You get the jist, I hope you like this request 😊💕
i love this request nonnie!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ FRENCHIE
he's not expecting it at all. he's always just been frenchie. with you, with the boys, just frenchie. but then, you find out that he's worked out a deal with little nina, and you know her reputation. everyone knows her reputation. and it's a matter of life and death. not to mention she used to fuck your boyfriend. he practically drops to his knees before you the moment you yell 'serge!' and he's both begging for forgiveness while also trying to explain.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ NOIR
it's been a long time since anyone has called him earving. he's always been 'black noir' or 'noir'. he doesn't even register that you're angry with him when you shout 'earving!'. he's simply reminded that he's still human under the mask, and he lets you yell. but when you're done, he simply wraps his arms around you, and where you see an apology hug, he sees a thank you hug.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BILLY
he thinks it's hot. you don't intimidate him by any means, but he can't deny loving that angry flair in your eyes. he hears you go 'william butcher!' and he knows there's gonna be angry sex tonight. he'll let you yell at him, be angry, get it out of your system, but then he makes that one sarcastic comment that just grins your gears, and you get started all over again.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SOLDIER BOY
like noir, he hasn't been called 'ben/benjamin' in years. not by someone who cared. and when you shout 'benjamin!' after a stunt he pulled, whether it be flirting with a backup dancer or getting a bit too insulting with a coworker of yours, he does pull back. he realizes that he doesn't want to actually upset you, and he does promise to do better.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ HUGHIE
he's caught off guard, definitely. to him, his father is hugh, not him. he's always been hughie, and robin never called him hugh. so when you find out that he's taken temp v, despite butcher telling him not to, you're furious. that stuff could kill him! so when you storm up to him, poking his chest while saying 'hugh campbell jr.!', he doesn't know what to think.
notes: happy day twenty-nine! just two more to go, and that'll be another kinktober in the books! the masterlist will be out on november first, so you can catch up on any drabbles you might have missed!
you couldn’t miss him, his towering figure, anywhere. standing at six foot nine, miguel was an imposing figure. it was no secret that his height alone intimidated people, but when it came to you, it was like a secret weapon.
he didn’t care what height you stood at, he knew he was taller than you, bigger than you. and he loved it. he loved being able to overpower you with his size alone, pinning you against walls, beneath him, even on top of him, it was like a dream come true. he loved how big his hands were compared to yours, or even just compared to various parts of your body. he could wrap his hand around your thigh when you sat next to him, he could hold your neck to keep your head upright, he could splay his hand over your stomach, pinning you to him. just the little things that got him excited.
and that was how he held you as he fucked into you. you had been on your hands and knees for him, but he looped one arm around your waist and lifted you off of your hands so he could pin you to his chest. he continued to thrust into your sloppy cunt, one hand on your stomach and the other lightly around your neck. your smaller frame was against his larger one, and he couldn’t help but grin as he listened to your broken moans of ecstasy.
“look at you, so small and helpless in my arms,” he purred, kissing below your ear. “i can just pick you up whenever i want, do whatever i want with you. doesn’t that sound good?”
you could only nod, one of your hands dropped to hold onto his wrist. your fingers could barely wrap all the way around, and it made him chuckle.
“just my little doll, that’s what you are. mine to pick up and play with whenever i want. and you love it, don’t you? tell me you love it.”
“i-i … i love it so much,” you whimpered, your head falling back to his shoulder as he continued his rhythmic thrusts.
“mhm. and that makes me so happy. you always know how to make me happy. and that’s why i love you.”
you smiled,and it was a fucked out, cockdrunk smile. but it was a smile. you were in heaven, listening to his grunts and groans as he lost himself in the velvety walls of your pussy, and you could stay like that forever if he wanted you to. and who knows how long he’d keep you there?
I don't think I've ever been so affected by the word titties before. omg your last headcanon for Homelander KILLED ME. can i ask you to write something about him sucking titties? it could be that something didn't go right with his day and he JUST desperately needs your tits when he gets home. plus if lactating kink but not necessarily, JUST TITTIES 😩😩🥵
titties is a great word, isn't it? makes me laugh but also like i'd be lying if i said i didn't enjoy phrases like 'such perfect tits'
you heard him before you saw him. the soft whoosh in the air as he landed on your apartment balcony made you smile, but when he entered your bedroom, and you saw his face, your brows pinched together.
he had the saddest eyes you'd ever seen. he looked small, dejected, like his soul had been crushed, and it made your heart ache. you tucked your bookmark into place and shut your book before opening your arms for him.
he moved closer without a word, nearly collapsing on top of you and letting his shoulders slouch. he exhaled and let his eyes flutter shut as you began to stroke his hair, letting out a quiet groan.
"long day?" you asked quietly.
"mhm. i work with the most useless motherfuckers on the planet," he grumbled. "fastest man alive can't run a straight fucking line. keeps getting us into shit. and don't get me started on the dolphin fucker."
"you're doing the best you can with the tools you have," you reassured him, your fingernails gently scratching over his scalp. he hummed and pulled his gloves off so he could be that much closer to you.
"i would do a better job by myself," he mumbled. "who needs those fucking pathetic losers?"
"not my john, that's for sure. but ... i can think of something that might make you feel a little better."
he slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at you. his breath caught in his throat as he watch you unbutton your silk pajama top, the ones he bought for you ages ago. his gaze was hungry as you pushed the fabric aside to reveal your bare chest, the cool air making your nipple harden. his eyes traveled up to meet yours, and you smiled before you gave a single nod.
he adjusted his position so he could lay comfortably across your bed, his head propped up on you, and he took your exposed nipple into his mouth. you exhaled slowly as you felt him trace his tongue over your sensitive skin. you stroked his hair as he began to suck gently, and he brought one hand up to caress and massage your other breast.
he hummed quietly, eyes slowly shutting as he relaxed, and you tilted your head back as well. you knew he appreciated the gesture, it was clear in the way he suckled and his hand massaged.
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hi, can you write Homelander healthily competing with the baby for reader's milk? Actually just him wanting to be fed along with his son bc he's a baby too 🥺
he doesn't exactly stare when you breastfeed your son, he knows that would be rude. you're already a little self conscious of your body as it is, and as much as he loves your body and the amazing things it's done for him, you can't help but still feel shy.
however, you noticed him hovering. any time you went to feed your son, didn't matter if you were sitting in the kitchen, the living room, your bedroom, homelander was always nearby. he would check in on you, see if you needed anything to eat or drink, but you noticed his eyes would always linger on your breasts.
one night was especially eye opening. after finally getting the baby to sleep, you were relaxing in your room, and homelander came in to lay with you. and as he settled in beside you, he took one look at your chest, and slowly brought a hand up to massage one of your breasts. it caught you off guard, but the feeling was so nice, something you needed after a long day. and as your eyes fluttered shut, he left small kisses around your other breast.
"it's nice when you share, him?" you heard him ask, and you chuckled, bringing a hand to his hair as he licked and sucked at your sensitive nipple. and as he gave them special attention, an idea popped into your head.
the next afternoon, you were preparing to feed your son again, and you could feel him hovering again. you smiled to yourself, and shrugged off your shirt completely before calling for your husband. he poked his head into the room, and you beckoned him over with one finger. you swore you could see his eyes light up, and he made his way over, settling himself in a lower position, and as you fed your baby, your beautiful baby boy, homelander suckled on your other breast, being extra gentle near his pride and joy.
notes: this one is super late bc i had a long ass day at work but then i got a shiny new phone and the guy at the verizon was so nice and he found a pink iphone 15 for me like i got so lucky
no one pissed you off like he did. and no one made him angrier than you. you were like oil and water, fire and gasoline, an unhealthy combination no matter how you looked at it. but that added to the thrill of it all. the way you snapped and glared at one another, butting heads and at each other’s throats … only to end up on top of him, riding him like your life depended on it … it was a rush of adrenaline like no other.
of course, sex didn’t go without it’s taunts and sharp comebacks. insults still flew, and it only made the two of you go at it harder and faster than before. you braced your palms on his chest and bounced on his cock, throwing your head back as you angled your hips to allow him to hit that sweet spot.
“that … that all you got?” he huffed, glaring up at you with lust blown eyes.
“surprise you can even keep up with me this long, old man,” you hissed back, your legs beginning to shake with the intensity of your movements.
“looks like you’re about to tap out on me anyways. can’t dish it out, can’t take it. i’m not surprised,” he grunted, and you rolled your eyes before rocking your hips and clenching your walls around him. He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut, and you knew he was nearing the edge.
“gonna blow a load already? jesus, that’s weak. thought you could hold out longer, but i guess i was wrong.”
he growled and gripped your hips, then started bucking up into you, making you gasp and cry out. a satisfied smirk crossed his lips, and he knew he had you right where he wanted you.
“you’re gonna learn, princess, not to fucking talk back while i’m fucking you this good. and i don’t care if it takes all night. we’re not finished until i say we’re finished.”
notes: day seventeen! wow, i can't believe we're over halfway done with the month. work today was iffy but writing this made me feel better. and i'm interviewing for the full time position on monday!!
“fuckin’ hell, look at you …”
you were riding him like your life depended on it. he’d been gone for days, away on yet another dangerous supe chase, and just the sight of him home safe drove you wild. you practically tore each other’s clothes off, and there you were, lost in the feeling of him.
“mm, missed … missed you so much,” you panted, and he looked up at you with a smirk.
“i can tell. god, the way you take my cock … feel it fill you up? makes you feel full, doesn’t it? like you’ve been missing somethin’ the last few days?” he asked, and those questions alone made your stomach flop and your pussy throb.
“oh, god yes,” you breathed, nodding your head quickly.
“atta girl. and that’s not all you want to fill you up, is it? hm? want me to cum in that tight cunt, mark it as mine? no one else can fuck you like this, so why should i?”
you shuddered slightly and braced yourself on his abdomen, whining as you rocked your hips. he always knew just what to say, he had the foulest mouth of any man you’d ever met, and you loved it.
“tell … tell me more,” you begged, your legs starting to burn with exertion.
“more? such a naughty girl. tell you what, you milk my fucking cock dry, and i’ll bury my face between your thighs for as long as you want me to. that pretty pussy is nothing short of a feast, and i’m starving. hell, i’ll let you ride my fucking face and i won’t let you up until i’ve had my fill.”
you whimpered as his hands wrapped around your hips, and he began to buck up into you, hitting that sweet spot just right. you gasped, then threw your head back as he fucked into you, grunting and groaning as your walls clenched around him.
“that’s it, just like that. feels so fucking good …”
he relished your cries of pleasure, and he knew he had you right where he wanted you. too drunk off of him to protest, too needy for him to tap out. and it was the most beautiful sight in the world. he just couldn’t get enough, and he was going to make good on his promise to you.
