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as my sibling and I have a running quotes list, I would like to add some lines that I think would be pretty fun with Sephiroth, Angeal, Genesis, Zack, and Cloud. enjoy.
Sephiroth
"All I know is MAIL"
"Who made blood?" "yes"
"one (1) singular street fight"
"so basically it's China or cancer"
"you're walking inordinately slow" (probably Zack or somethin) "WELL YOU'RE WALKING BIG WORD FAST"
"I don't discriminate" (Genesis,most likely) "but I do"
"there's a mistake" "unacceptable" "...that was yours"
"it feels like my brain is being deep-fried in acetone"
"hey, how's it going?" "terrible, thanks for asking"
"I'm like a twelve year old with dementia"
Angeal
"I'm not going to shotgun a caprisun"
"that's enough please, stop beating me with a pineapple"
"where can I put my taco??" "in your pocket" "w h a t"
"I like feeding the geese on my own terms, don't want em quacking at me"
"They're turkeys, but not cute turkeys (troublemakers) like my kids. no, these are turkeys that might get shot for thanksgiving and I'm not sorry about it"
"GET BACK HERE GERALD"
"WHO WOULD SING THE NATIONAL ANTHEM, IN A SCOTTISH ACCENT, AT A FUNERAL?!"
"Mr Coach A, if you wan to be formal"
"...why are you pretending to smoke a pencil?"
"I'm not a priest, I had my chance"
"you can't make a worse drink if you only have water"
Genesis
"STOP TALKING OR I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR MOUTH"
"imagine grinding up someone's teeth! on the internet! for views!"
"my sexuality is a twister wheel"
"Heidegger likes ritz...?"
"HOJO CAN'T READ"
"are you saying that orphans are losers cause they're orphans??" "would you say they're winners then?"
"excuse you, I don't get any bitches because I have a *maiden*"
calling Catherine Howard, fifth wife of Henry the VIII a hussy
"we believe something is beautiful because it can end"
"tear me apart and make me your villain"
Zack
"nipulars"
"hypothetically, if sonic slapped a raw chicken 95,850 times in the span of 9.6 picoseconds (a picosecond is one trillionth of a second) the chicken would be cooked"
"are you about to have a breakdown or are you about to break it down?"
"gimme a spicy second"
"is it a bird? is it a plane? it's Vagina Man!"
"call me Shrek cause I'm swamped"
"prepare yourself, I'm gonna shit my pants"
"SUCK IT BOZO"
"meatghetti and spaghettballs"
"OKAY MR-I-KNOW-HOW-TO-READ"
"what's good for the goose is good for the other goose"
"they were a hero" "I didn't want them to be a hero, I wanted them to live."
"I'll fill you in on the baseball lore"
"there's a *Denny's*"
"the energy of a single banana"
Cloud
"start crying, you'll get sympathy points"
"I'M GOING TO DANCE ON YOUR BONES"
"HOW DOES WINNIE THE POOH AND TAOISM RELATE??"
"well guess what Joey; I can still punch you in the balls"
"I HOPE YOU'RE LONELY"
"you know, I didn't think I'd screw up a lot but here we go"
"we're doing ballet bitch"
"he's rich" "what else is he" "a present"
"I keep on saying prostitution instead of prosecution"
"why are we talking about Caesar like he's Regina George"
"upchuck...vomit...do the hokey pokey..."
"that REEKS of my point"
*playing video games* "I'm now bald, can rip out street lights, and use motorcycles as weapons" "and you start out with BALD?" "it's his most defining trait"
"SHUT UP YOU BITCH ASS HOBO"
there is more than enough for a part two btw
#on today's episode of momaire thinks she's funny#final fantasy vii#ff7#cloud strife#angeal hewley#sephiroth#genesis rhapsodos#zack fair#crisis core#incorrect quotes#tw swearing#I'm really havin fun with this#it's like a mosaic of dumb stuff I've done/heard over the past two years#if anyone wants a part two lmk#thanks for sticking around#:D
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when you're into the Big Ship™ in a Big Fandom™, you have the luxury of having an OTP - a real One True Pairing, where you can read about just them for ages, and you will never run out of fics, and everything is perfect and beautiful and nothing hurts
but when you go to a smaller fandom, you'd better pray to whatever god you worship that someone else in this room ships the same thing that you do, and that if they do, they're writing more than late-night crackfic, because you're on thin fucking ice!
and how small is your small fandom? is it less than 100 fics? maybe even...less than 20 fics?
welp, then it's time to make peace with that god and either open up a text document or learn how to ship everything, because it's swim or drown babey! and your ship is sinking fast
anyway all of this is to say that after hanging out in small fandoms and shipping less-common pairings for a while, going back into a Big Huge Fandom™ is wild because suddenly it's like...wait, why didn't I ship these people again? I don't remember. why was I only sticking to one ship in this fandom?? boring of me, honestly. these guys should make out.
#sbs rambles#fandom#fandom stuff#ao3#basically. I hung out in superwholock for so long back in the day#but then I got weird and cool and moved on to smaller and older and stranger fandoms#and decided to throw a party and have fun and enjoy all of the small and weird in those fandoms#and now rewatching media for a big fandom I'm like. huh. sucks to be everyone else I guess. they're missing out on some wild dynamics here#because I'm havin a blast#and like. when I mean small fandoms I mean SMALL#my one fic I wrote for one tv show makes up 25% of that entire fandom on ao3#(double checks)#oh!!!! new fic in the fandom!!!!#my one fic only makes up 20% of that entire fandom on ao3!!!#time to throw a fuckin party! 🎉🎈🎊🥳#anyway it's really funny because based on this some folks are going to assume what ship I'm into in a Big Fandom now#but buds. you can laugh at me#I'm thinkin about sam and cas#what's up with those guys?#fucked up actually. they should hold hands about how much they love dean#:')#but also supernatural is way more fun if you watch it out of order#that's what I've realized#now if only the RNG would give me something in season 1 or 2 T_T#also if you're at the point of reading fic on livejournal or wattpad in the year 202X you've reached ''small fandom'' status#that's the rules
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A Victorian couple. (Leyendecker redraw)
#the great ace attorney#tgaa#tgaa spoilers#dgs spoilers#klint van zieks#klimt van zieks#lady baskerville#<- isn't it madam van zieks tbh (though i like that she has at least a last name)#i'm glad i didnt rush this one.. i think i started it one or two months ago?#i like painting because since it's more time consuming i get to really think about the characters and what kind of thoughts they were havin#at that moment... in this one i'd say the professor killings have already started. kvz looks quite grim here compared to how silly i usuall#depict him lol#anyways! move outta the way gayboy im about to get it#i wanna do this with mr asougi (gen-chan..💖) as well at some point#OKAY done rambling <3 idk if anyone reads this far but if u do hiii. the joys of following daipeanutsaiban on tumblr: chatter for days#scheduled#help i forgot the ship tags im not retyping all that.#klintville#baskerzieks#fun fact: the ship name for klint and the name i gave lady (primrose) would be *drumroll* ...PRINT....lmao....
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i don't have the engineering know how to design a bot but the idea of a battlebots submas au came to me and is making me smile
#ingo driving and emmet on weapon controls#if they haven't won a giant nut they'd defs be one of the top teams#trying to decide if they'd have a vertical spinner or a flipper#either way it'd hit like a train (heh)#vert spinners are able to do really well and hit hard#but i do enjoy the thought of ''ALL ABOOOARD [launches opponent into the lights]''#i'm havin fun trying to think up names for their bot too#OH THEY WOULD DO LIKE KRAKEN AND DRESS UP IN THEIR UNIFORMS FOR MATCHES#weeee hehehe :]#pkmn#submas#spoken from the stars
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I spent far longer than I'd like to admit trying to make this purely aesthetic lil tea bar automated before I gave up and made it only partially automated. Plus some interior shots of the other side. Decorations pending lol
#minecraft#my builds#modded minecraft#I'm building underground for... reasons?#there is no reason#I thought it would be easier but its not really lol#I may or may not have added Vinery simply because the decoration blocks are SO good#I love any mod that adds create compatible fluids#idk why#it just makes me so happy to put liquids in tanks#chocolate and candy lab incoming eventually#been debating adding the cafe extra too but idk for some reason I'm not as interested in that one#not pictured is the giant EXP tank literally right by the bar#this base is an aesthetic nightmare but u know I'm havin fun
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hi bestie :) for the 500 words or less thing He can hear Tango calling to him from below, hushed shouts about time fizzling away, but with the shine of Impulse’s eyes and his trembling fingers held out.. Jimmy feels compelled to wait. He thinks to apologize, to say something, anything. But his words are caught in his throat, mind breaking away from their adrenaline-soaked escape plan and brought to the moment at hand. “If.. he gets hurt out there, I swear I’ll.. I’ll kill you,” Impulse growls.
!!! hi my lovelyyy :D honestly i should have predicted you would send in this part. OKAY. buckle in. so, um, first of all: i am fucking obsessed with this whole scene. when i was writing chapter 7, this was the first part i wrote and then i built the rest the chapter around it. because i was so in love with this emotional moment of impulse finding jimmy, and not tango like he'd expected to. gr!impulse, to me, is a devastating character. his role specifically HURTS THE ME. just- just imagine. something something- you've had your eyes on your charge for years and years and he somehow manages to slip past you, which he has never done successfully till now—and then the bells are ringing in your head because something is Off. you know him inside and out, and you know he has always been slippery, but never this slippery (never this out of reach, never this far from you). and something tells you to run, like there isn't time. then, when you reach him, it isn't him. and unlike ever before, your heart breaks. and distantly, you know your friend is out there. out of sight, which makes your skin crawl all over again. and you can't reach him, not in time. not without damage. but you're scaring the boy in the window, because that's just what you're good at, being scary. but then the tears are falling, your voice is cracking, the exterior falls. you know this is for the best, because it's so beyond you that there is nothing to do, which is always the case in your position. there's no stopping it (and what would stopping him do? why would you ever get in his way? you could never hurt him like that.) so you let them go. you let him go. anyway. i really love the tiny twist of it being impulse and jimmy in this encounter. it would've been far too easy for me to just write a quick, painful goodbye between tango and impulse, and SOME DAYS i kinda wish i did, but that's wayy too expected. and there's something so.. trusting about giving that final message to jimmy. it's the passing of the torch, a silent release of the reins. i just like it a whole lot because it ruins me emotionally. I don't,, know if this really counts as commentary, i just.. i have a lot of feelings about impulse's perspective throughout this bit. and i thought it'd be fun to kinda write it out! i dunno! if i have more thoughts i'll definitely add them somewhere. but here u go for now <3 thanks for the ask, bestie :)
#seasonal-asks#eli-ipsis#also if anyone wants a really gr!impulse coded song: 'before i gaze at you again' from camelot the musical#sorry these commentaries might seem a bit lazy adkfjs i'm. really tired but i'm havin fun with it so :)#also this is A PERSONAL SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE WHO SEND GOLDEN RINGS IMPULSE ASKS LIKE. MONTHS AGO.#AND THEN I FUCKED THE POST UP AND GOT TOO SCARED TO DO IT AGAIN. this is for you guys.
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currently at prom my friend convinced me this guy i think is cute was looking at me and i have been a mess ever since /hj
#not me looking for him every few mins 💀💀#this is bad#but also really fun I'm havin a good time#june shines
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wake up babe, the funniest comment i've ever gotten on ao3 has dropped
#the way that i was in tears when i saw this in my email inbox LMFAAAOOO#also like. i've posted three fics this month and two of them have been a showcase of how badly cassian needs the therapy he will never seek#tbh late night confession i have not been havin such a hot time with my own mental health lately and#cassian is actually a REALLY good blorbo for working out the demons of my own self-hating depression on lmao but i'm also like#so glad we can all have a good laugh at the thought of him even trying to attempt therapy. lol. lmao.#maybe i'll get him in therapy in modern au if i have fun and believe in myself#maybe i'll get him in it in canonverse if i do a lot of work and/or engineer some way 2 force him into it#writing goal for the next two calendar years#ok i gotta go back to sleep now ghfhfh
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my art improvement from drawing the same blorbos 500 times is that I now know how to draw two specific guys from memory
#uh. I guess it's better than nothing#to be fair I think I learned how to draw humans slightly better#but at the cost of my previous art style that I and other people seemed to really like ;;#idk how to go back to it now lol#it is neat that I don't have to pull up refs of answer or chipp anymore though#it would be nice if I was brave enough to post more of my drawings so other people could tell me but I don't think it's a big enough sample#I do the thing where you fill a fuckton of sketchbooks but idk I can't see anything#not that I'm actually really trying to do anything specifically I'm just havin fun
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i will work on answering asks and replies on monday <3 is a busy weekend for me this weekend !! ;;
#{ and then next weekend i'm at a con i really picked the perfect time to start a new blog lololol }#{ but i'm havin a lot of fun here so far <3 }#♫ 【✧♡✧】 featherless ; (ooc)
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Good evening, Darlings and Deviants!
My name is Lucy and I'm just a little Loony! I decided to make some more posts on tumblr to see if you people like cute anime girls who play card games with various levels of skill! My pinned has all kinds of places you can find me (or it should I may need to update it)
Hope to talk more! :D
#mtg#vtuber#youtube#lorcana#magic the gathering#content creator#I really have no idea what I'm doing but hey#havin fun#loonylucy
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hear me out, what about messing with hangman getting him all ride up and pretty boy is like "you should mess with people of your own size sweetheart" but instead you answer- "what if I want your size" *wink*
mei write a hangman drabble that doesn't take place in a texan bar challenge: failed
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Jake is fairly certain that the way you'd rolled your hips while riding the mechanical bull was entirely unnecessary. The challenge itself was mandatory when entering what you'd affectionately referred to as a honky tonk bar, but did you really need to put on a show for the crowd of drunk vultures around the ring?
"Come on, cowgirl, get off'a there," He grumbles, grabbing your arm and tugging you back onto your feet once the bull stops bucking, "You havin' fun entertaining the local perv society?"
"It was for you, flyboy," You scoff, but you don't resist the way he drags you away from the unsavory onlookers, "You didn't like it?"
Jake turns his gaze to the grubby ceiling tiles with a huff trying to ignore the light strain between his legs when he remembers the gyration of your hips, "Darlin', you don't know what you're gettin' into with me. I'm shipping out next week, and we're never gonna see each other again. Don't do that to yourself - just go pick on someone your own size."
"That's cute," You snort, "Who says I'm gonna wanna see you again? I want your size, Hangman, so quit talkin' and show these creeps what else I'll be riding tonight."
#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin imagine#jake seresin fanfiction#jake seresin x you#jake seresin x y/n#hangman#hangman x reader#hangman x you#hangman x y/n#hangman fanfiction#hangman imagine#jake hangman seresin#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake hangman seresin imagine#jake hangman seresin fanfiction#jake hangman seresin x you#jake hangman seresin x y/n#top gun x reader#top gun maverick x reader
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#streel.img#i've been playin' the new mon' game all day and night long for a w3ek stra1ght now#i... have some regr3ts rofl#but at least i'm havin' fun#even though i really don't like the sn0w m0untain area...#finding the stakes there is like finding a ne3dle in a hayst4ck dude
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Hello!! I love your writing style!!
Can you pls do a max verstappen x reader but he’s still into Kelly max is sorry, reader disappeared goes to Korea gets together with jungkook plus now she’s a successful CEO n 2 yrs later she comes back as a baddie fans love her n max regrets
It’s set in 2021 comes back in 2024
P.s make her friends with Charles n Lewis
Thank you hope u take this in consideration
This ask was made in my dreams🥹🥹 thank you to the beautiful nonnie for sending this. I made this as an smau and some writing. I had so much fun making this!!!🫣🫣 hope you enjoy reading this too🥹🥹 changed the timeline a little bit for the story. Max is an ass, sorry. I love Max really but the story needed it
Drifting Into Love
Face Claim- Kim Hye yoon. (Every thing is fiction)
Max was back the next day. Y/N returned from Belgium and was waiting for Max in her apartment in Monaco. Max was one of the very few people who knew that Y/N came from wealth. Her parents had raised her humbly in hopes that the money won't get to her head and she would be a kind and compassionate human. Right now, she felt anything but kind. She felt like smashing Max to a pulp. How dare he lie to her and who does he think he is to humiliate her like this. If he loved her, he should've stayed with her, she thought.
Max stumbled into her house in a panic. "Schat, why are you here?" Max asked trying to hug her. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean't why aren't you home?" he asked. She chuckled. "Max, I will not be in a cheater's house, god knows who all you've brought over." she said shaking her head. "I never brought anyone home. And as for Kelly this was a prior arrangement and I couldn't get out of it" he reasoned. "Then you should've told me. I would've come along. But you lied, you knew what you were doing is wrong, that's why you lied to me." she retaliated. "I, Y/N, schat....please" he stuttered. "You have nothing to say Max, also don't call me that. I'm not your girlfriend." she said. "Don't say that" Max said. "I don't care if you love Kelly, I just wish you hadn't lied to me." she lamented. "I'm sorry, I'll do better. I promise" he tried reasoning. "Max, you don't need to. You clearly still love her. I do not plan on being a home wrecker. I hope you both are happy" Y/N said. "Won't you fight for this? our relationship" he asked now in tears. "No, we stopped being a couple the moment you went back to her" she said with a stoic expression. "I'm sorry. You deserve better" Max said hoping she would stay. "I agree. Now can you leave, I have some work to do" she said ushering Max out.
Unbeknownst to Max, she had cried. The all of yesterday, really and Charles and Lewis were ready to kill Max. She some how convinced them not to. They had spent the whole night consoling her and taking care as she tried to mend her broken heart.
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y/n.y/l/n Don't forget to take out the trash🙏🙏
user17 What is going on?? Is this related to Max??😭😭 user18 She said, I ain't no one's second choice🫣🫣 user19 She's so pretty!! I wish I was her❤️❤️ charles_leclerc We can take it out for you👀 lewishamilton me and Charles are great at waste disposal. I can compost too🙂 user20 What does Lewis mean by that??They are scaring me🙃🙃 user21 I think she broke up with Max and obviously her best friends hate him, he cheated on their angel.😳😳 user22 I would also compost a man if he cheated on my bestie, I get it lewishamilton 😤😤
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y/n.y/l/n Gonna miss my fav photographer🫣😘😍
user23 That photographer is doing us all a service😍😍 user24 I didn't know she could look prettier🥹❤️❤️ user25 The first photo will no one talk about it🤨😳😳 arthur_leclerc Are those hands that photographers?🤔🤔 charles_leclerc arthur_leclerc what do you know?😩😩 lewishamilton we have the cutest bestie, the photographer better not be a man😒 user26 I'm scared of having both Lewis and Charles as best friends, they are too over protective🤣🤣
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y/n.y/l/n 보고 싶, 돌아와요오빠😭😭💜💜 miss you!! come back oppa
user27 eww!! Oppa you can't date her, you are supposed to end up with me🤮🤮 user28 I don't get what he saw in her??😒😒 user29 Fandom cleanse here I come🤣🤣 user30 She's so pretty. To bag Jungkook, I mean he has taste❤️❤️ charles_leclerc he's the mystery photographer?🤔 lewishamilton can't believe you didn't tell me😤😤 y/n.y/l/n lewishamilton in my defence, you are scary but my boyfriend could take you out ☺️😉 user31 I love the brother sister dynamic Lewis and Y/N have😂😂 user32 she hard launched the fuck out of her relationship❤️❤️🙏 user33 user32 she's staking her claim. I would too, if I was dating Jungkook💜💜😍
Y/N was walking towards the Ferrari when she bumped into Max. "Hello Max" she smiled. "Hi" he replied. "How have you been?" he asked. "Good. You?" she asked. "Good. Surprise to see you here" he said. "Yeah, my best friends said they missed me so.." she said. "Ah yes, Lewis and Charles" Max mulled. "I'll get going then" she announced. "No, wait" Max stopped her. "I'm sorry" he apologised. "For what?" she asked. "For hurting you. I really did like you." he explained. "me too." she lamented. "Can't we try again" he proposed. She let out a big and loud laugh, making Max embarrassed and heads turn. "Sorry Max, but that ship sailed long ago. Aren't you still with Kelly, though?" she asked. Max didn't say anything. "Don't flip flop, love a woman correctly and truly. Also, I'm engaged." she said pointed at her left hand which had a beautiful large diamond on the ring finger which looked like it had found it's rightful owner. "Wish you good luck and Congratulations on the championship last year" she called out while she walked away. Max could only stare at her as she disappeared from his sight.
#gguk-n#ask request#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 x y/n#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1 fic#formula 1 x reader#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula one fanfiction#formula one smau#formula one x you#f1 smau#formula 1 x you#formula 1 x y/n#formula 1 smau#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen smau#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook x reader#bts imagines#max verstappen fanfic#jungkook x y/n
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in teaching you will learn (chapter 1)
18+ 3k. homelander x tutor f!reader. employer and employee sexual tension. abuse of power. fingering. AO3 link.
You accepted a job proposal to work as a History tutor to Homelander's son. It suddenly turns out to be more than you had bargained for.
prompt sent by @plasticfangtastic, thank you so much! beta'ed by @flaggermuser, love you!
Ryan was a very smart child. Powerful and smart, naturally, as any of Homelander’s offspring would be. So, to sate his endless curiosity, tutors—from the best universities, Homelander would settle for nothing else—of all subjects were hired to teach whatever was needed, whatever Ryan liked.
You had never imagined yourself in this position, History tutor to the Homelander’s son. But when you received Vought’s call, and they told you the paycheck that’d come with it, you immediately agreed. A non-supe, you wondered what it’d be like to deal with such a special kid, if Homelander would disapprove of your ways and send you packing on the first day.
Insecurities were never your thing—you had received a M.A in History and Literature, for god’s sake! This was your turf.
But… teaching a child? Whenever you would envision your future, you always imagined yourself as a professor, strict and serious, dealing solely with adults or, at most, young adults.
You'd rise up, though, you knew it—even if you needed to spend all of your nights, from dusk ‘till dawn, watching videos on gentle parenting, endless courses on “childhood education” and teaching young learners. You would do it, and you would do it perfectly.
On your first day, you had a whole speech prepared, something about how much of an honor it was, how excited you were, how many ideas you already had; your stomach fluttered as you looked at his clear blue eyes, beautiful nose—
Homelander barely let you start.
“Now.” He raised his hands, effectively shutting you up. “Enough with the yada yada, ‘kay? Let's get some things straight—all of your ideas gatta be approved by me first. And Ryan.”
“I'm sure, sir, I only meant—”
“And you'll not be berating him, for whatever fucking reason. You're not the boss here. I am. And, well, if he complains about anything, anything really, you’ll be… dismissed. That understood?” He had a congenial smile on his face, though you swore his eyes shined red, if only for a second. “Take care of my son, huh?”
He patted you on the shoulder and left. You just stood there, fuming and exasperated. If there's one thing you hated with a passion was condescending men; interrupting and disregarding your words as inane silliness.
High and mighty as he was, Homelander was cut from the same cloth as them, it seemed. If it weren’t for your student debt piling up, you’d turn around and leave. As it were, you gritted your teeth and stayed.
After that, though, you hardly ever saw him, and when you did, he only gave you an indiscernible look and a nod.
Fine by me, you thought bitterly, mad at yourself that he'd surely noticed your flushed cheeks and quickened breath at your first real sight of him.
Ryan was sweet though. Sharp and eager to learn whatever you presented him with, such that you moved on quickly from fifth, sixth, to a seventh-grade curriculum.
You found a happy medium—keeping it fun and educational. And you knew, you knew, whenever you were there, Homelander was watching you.
And he was. Of course he was. He’d had his fair share of tutors Vogelbaum would present him with. Condescending little assholes, always thinking they knew better, reporting every minor thing he did, lecturing and punishing at their pleasure.
As if he'd let his kid suffer the same fate.
Education was, however, important, so he hired simpering tutors—a school would not do, no place was fit for Ryan—and those who didn't know their place were quickly taken care of.
Yet you, the third History teacher hired (the first one was such a fucking mess—snapping his neck as soon as he left Vought was not enough for having the gall to rudely reprimand his son) were doing well so far.
Oh, he had seen how you blushed and stuttered when you two met, and he had seen how you gradually steeled your eyes at his words.
He had also noticed the sway of your hips, your pink, heart shaped mouth, the addictive sound of your voice—your scrunched up nose as you looked at him in poorly disguised anger.
So, yes, of course, of course he was watching, for more reasons than one.
One day, when you and Ryan were talking animatedly about the creation of the American Constitution, Homelander decided to barge in, almost knocking the door off of its hinges.
You nearly fell off your seat in surprise, for a second scared and worried, until you saw his face. He looked as happy as a kid. Well, happier than Ryan.
“Wowza,” he said. “What party do you two have goin’ on here? I could hear you from the hallway.”
He could hear no matter how loud you were, but you got the gist. Smiling, though miffed at the interruption, you crossed the room, and he met you halfway.
“I was showing Ryan this book. Look.” He leaned down, his face touching yours. Oh God, oh God, wrong move. “It contains all of Thomas Paine's pamphlets published during the war in its original format. We were discussing how Paine's thoughts impacted on the Constitution’s writing.”
“Very nice,” he said, still so close to you the pure heat his body radiated engulfed your senses. And your body kept betraying, and betraying, and fucking betraying you.
“Oh, I love this part.” You thanked the heavens your voice didn't quiver, and started to read out loud. “Tyranny, like hell—”
“Is not easily conquered.” Homelander completed, and you looked up, only to find him already looking at you.
His hand then rested on your arm, lingering for a few seconds too long, his eyes locking you in place. You gulped, heart thumping in your chest—
“Dad,” Ryan bemoaned. Homelander dropped his hand instantly. “This is my class. You're interrupting us!”
Homelander frowned, then almost pouted.
“Geez, buddy, what a way to treat your old man.” He crossed his arms; you contained a giggle. His eyes glinted mischievously as he turned to you. “Can I be your student for the day? I promise to behave.”
“I don't see why n—”
“No,” Ryan exclaimed, interrupting you. “No, no and no!”
Though he tried, there was no convincing Ryan. He wouldn't share the time he had with you. Inwardly, you smiled at the kid’s innocent jealousy; and thanked the heavens for the save, you certainly needed it.
Huffing and stomping his feet, Homelander left the room, but not without giving his son an annoyed glare and you a look you couldn't—wouldn't—name yet. Maybe ever.
Weeks passed, classes going smoothly despite your warring thoughts. You were attracted to Homelander, because of course you were; lucky you. Your boss, supe, leader of the Seven. The man who had so far threatened you, talked with you, touched you…
Fear tinged with desire, confusion with curiosity. He was equal parts charming and infuriating. Would you dare to willingly put your hand in the mouth of the tiger?
It became routine for Homelander to participate—or interrupt—your lessons to share his own opinions, much to Ryan's chagrin. And you… you were endeared.
“Think you could've done a better job than Theodore Roosevelt? Really?” Your disbelieving tone didn't seem to put him off, just the opposite.
“I'm certain I could.”
His playful smile and arrogant tone annoyed you. Enchanted you.
“Well, you should try for president, then,” you joked, catching yourself turning fully towards him. “You'll beat the records of votes and rule this grand nation!”
He hummed, winking at you. “Yeah, no. Not really in my… interests right now.”
“Would you make a Shermanesque statement on that?”
Homelander laughed, shaking his head.
“Nah, maybe I’ll change my mind.” His eyes roamed over your body. “Couldn’t have that.”
“What’s Sherman—Shermesque,” Ryan piped in, furrowing his brows as he stumbled over the word. “What are you talking about?”
“If nominated, I will not run; If elected, I will not serve,” you spoke at the same time and giggled, giggled!, together. Stop giggling like a schoolgirl, you chastised yourself, but you couldn't help it. There was such a thrill about flirting with danger in the flesh.
Turning to Ryan, you explained. “It’s something William Sherman said. He was a popular general during the Civil War and was being considered as the Republican candidate during presidential elections. He, however, refused!” When excited, your arms had a mind of their own, and you found yourself gesturing wildly, enthusiastically. “His words became really popular from then on, such that it's now called a Shermanesque statement, and sometimes used by politicians and the like.”
Homelander couldn’t help but stare while you talked, entranced by your passionate speech, flushed cheeks and shining eyes. You were so fucking cute, deliciously captivating—even in your pitiful stubborn act, or all the more enticing because of it. He wanted to savor each and every moment you walked about the room; wanted to catalog your breath changes, the rises of your voice, your moving lips.
Would you be just as responsive in another, more interesting scenario?, he wondered. Maybe you would want to take charge, bossy little thing you are. Maybe he’d have to bend you just shy of breaking you only to see you beg—beg him to fuck you, to let you come on his fingers, mouth and cock.
His filthy thoughts raged on, only interrupted when you announced your time was up. Ryan groans in disappointment and Homelander has a hard time not doing the same. He hungers for more moments with you. Alone.
“C’mon, kiddo,” he says, noticing Ryan stalling to tidy up his books and supplies as he liked to do. “You gotta get ready for your shooting today.”
Ryan grumbles under his breath. “I hate these commercials.”
Before he can answer, you approach, tousling Ryan’s hair and leaning down to look him in the eyes.
“Hey, sweetheart, it will be okay. Just play pretend like we talked,” you said. “And if it gets too much, I'm sure your dad will take care of it. I'll bring you a treat tomorrow, how about that?”
He should probably put you in your place for daring to presume you know shit about him and his son—as if your puny mind could understand the greater beings they were. And yet, and yet… Ryan was smiling, rushing to embrace you though his quick heartbeat betrayed how nervous he was. You hugged him back, and looked at Homelander with such sweet grin that he—fuck, he felt fucking breathless.
He wanted to kiss you.
When Ryan left the room, you snatched your purse, seemingly wanting to leave as quickly as possible. But Homelander stood in front of the door, unmoving, his jewel-toned eyes intensely fixated on you.
A sudden heat spread through your body, and you let out a breathy sigh. And he noticed; eyes tracking over your face and chest, like undressing you with his mind.
Perhaps he was. He certainly could. The thought made you desperate, you needed to run. Your apartament wouldn't be enough, maybe you should catch a bus to Jersey. Or a fucking plane to—Russia, or farther—
“Want me to give you a ride?” You were so distracted you barely heard his words, much less the double entendre.
“What?”
He snickered. “I said—”
“No! I mean yes. I mean no!” You shook your head, dizzy. “No, sir, I wouldn't want to trouble you.”
“Ah but there's no trouble at all, it'll take a minute. I know where you live.”
“You do?” A shudder ran through you.
“Of course, you silly goose. It's in your resume.” He tapped your nose, a gesture so off-putting you snorted, suddenly aware he'd closed the distance without you noticing. “Let's go, little miss mouthy. Don't make me insist,” he declared, voice still cheerful, but you caught the edge of it, leaving no room for argument.
“Okay, okay… But only this time!”
Homelander simply laughed.
Reaching the balcony, you looked down and froze. Too high, too high!, your brain screamed at you.
“Hehe, on second thought…” You looked at him pleadingly, a weird laugh bubbling out in sheer nervousness. You gripped the banister as if your very life depended on it.
“Ah, ah. No takesies backsies.” He wiggled his finger in your face, and, for a single moment, two, three seconds?, caressed your cheek softly.
Before you could react, he grabbed you by the waist and took off. Panic stricken, you hid your face in his neck, dangling legs instinctively circling his hips; much like a koala, you held on to him in all ways you could—even your fingers found locks of his hair to grip mercilessly.
Through the rush of the wind, you felt, more than heard, his laugh.
It took some seconds to catch on to the overwhelming closeness between you two—how every inch of your body was adhering to his, how you could feel the impressive strength emanating from him, how his warm breath was hitting your neck, leaving shivers in its wake.
You could feel it all. No matter the padded suit, you felt the tension in his muscles, the upheaval in his chest as he drew you even closer and fuck you couldn't fucking help clenching your cunt and exhaling right next to his ear—
In a second, Homelander had you on the roof of your building.
You didn't want to look up, fearing what he'd throw at you, anger and indifference or lust and temptation. Both shook you to your core.
“Wakie, wakie,” he said, breathless, a certain roughness to his tone. His hands squeezed your back with surprising care. Each second was too long, and yet not enough.
And then you felt it, as you started to disentangle yourself from his body, his cock, hard and throbbing, poking your stomach, dangerously close to where you ached for it the most.
You looked up.
There was no smirk, no mocking eyes—only a stare so intense your heart skipped a beat.
“Thank you, Homelander, for the—for the ride. I appreciate it, despite you almost giving me a heart attack at first.” You giggled, trying to dispel the mood.
“How about you thank me by inviting me in? Y’know what they say, actions speak louder than words.”
“No, I…” you hesitated, trying to think of an excuse but your mind went blank. “No.”
Homelander cocked his head, dazzling smile turning a little unnerving. “No? Is that right?”
“How about another day? I can—”
“I didn't fucking ask for a bullshit, out-of-pity mock invite, did I? What is it, hiding some terrorists in your shithole apartment? Or mommy’s dead body?”
If it weren't for his looming over you, you'd crack a laugh—his mind certainly went places.
“Listen—” You started again, only to be pushed until your back hit the roof's door, knocking the air out of you.
“You listen,” he ground out, eyes a kaleidoscope of red and blue. It was painfully exhilarating. “Don’t try lying to me. I can sense you, I can fucking smell you, your pussy is soaked.” To prove his point, he removed one glove and opened up your pants; your panties were shoved aside as he squeezed two fingers inside you. You whimpered at the burn of his intrusion, but you were so wet the squelch was loud even to your ears. “You either invite me in or I'll rip your clothes off and fuck you right here. Your choice, sweetheart.”
Homelander was being nice in giving you a choice, despite the fact you were a rude tease, and a liar to boot. His fingers kept pumping in and out of you, and he found it so fucking hard not to go all the way, not to have you against this door while you moaned so, so sweetly.
He needed you—to feel you clenching on his cock as you did now on his fingers. And you wanted him. Fuck, you were whining and opening your legs so he could finger you better, clinging onto his waist as your head rested on his shoulder. Still, you dazedly shook your head. What was the matter with you?
“Oh, please, please,” you half begged, half moaned, raspy voice driving him crazy. “We can't, I can't…”
“Give me one good fucking reason why not, huh. One.”
Instead of answering, you kissed him. He seemed surprised at first, but reciprocated in an instant. And it was all you expected it'd be, messy and passionate and hot; he consumed you, drinking in every part of you, all you had to give, and what you wouldn’t give, he would take.
You gathered his face in your hands, wanting a little bit of tenderness in the violent chaos of you, a little bit of love—if you could.
His hand kept working on you, thumb rubbing your clit in circles and, before you ran completely out of breath, you came so hard your legs gave out.
Perfect for Homelander to catch, hold you onto his body as you rode the waves of your pleasure—so beautiful he was enraptured.
After a few moments, you whispered. “I can't let you in. If I do, I won't think straight, I'll just let you do anything you want to me.”
“Is that a bad thing, sweetheart?”
“I'm… not used to this, I don't… I haven't done much of this. You never even asked me out!” You laughed. The good humor vanished as you continued. “I can't lose this job. I need it, I like it. If we do… What will even happen to me?” You cursed your own inability to talk about this, all your eloquence going to the drain when you needed to speak of something other than History. In those moments, you always felt like mimicking some speech taught to you long ago, as if talking about your own feelings was an unattainable device.
Yet Homelander found it amusing. Apparently he'd gotten you all wrong, or at least parts of it. For all your bravado in speaking to him, in challenging him—in your fearlessness and spunk—you were inexperienced. Innocent. Shy. Wasn't that his fucking lucky day.
“So the baby wants me to take her on a date first, that it?”
“I didn't say that.” You raised a brow, crossing your arms. “And don’t call me baby.”
“Also I boy-scout promise not to fire you if you are a bad lay, but I doubt that, baby.”
“Oh, shut up,” you said, though there was no bite to it, only a timid smile on your face. “Okay, alright. This weekend?”
“Friday. I’ll send someone to pick you up. Wear something nice for me.”
Before leaving, he kissed you deeply, hands nearly shaking with yearning. He wanted to take it all back and drag you to his bed, absconding with you for a day or two. But he’d waited this long and he could wait a bit longer—he’d savor every second and make it worth it.
As you walked down the stairs to your apartment you sighed, drunk in the haze of disbelief; there was no way you could run now. It’s clear you have a problem. What you should wish for isn’t what you want.
#homelander#homelander x reader#homelander x you#homelander fanfiction#homelander x teacher#homelander smut#the boys#the boys amazon#requests#my writing#plasticfangtastic#sorry for taking so long with this im the worst#but i hope you enjoy it!#i reckon there'll be one or two more chapters at most#the boys x you
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I'm gonna need to know how mermaid!reader and merman!ghost fuck
For... scientific purposes 👀👀
(my tentacle kink is showing shhh)
Who am I to deny a fellow marine biologist???
cw: graphic description of mermaid anatomy lmao
I tend to imagine mermaid girls having vaginas a bit similar to dolphins— a very muscular slit so it can stay closed in the water. And because I’m insane, I like to think that mermaids need a lot of coaxing to open up (you can’t just grab one and fuck it lol)
In regards to Reader and Ghost’s particulars from their species:
Yes, I do know the octopuses have one tentacle that’s special and secretes spermatophores or whatever but I’m going to give ghost more or less a regular penis underneath his tentacles (one that comes out of a sheath) because I don’t like the idea of his cock constantly being out and him using it to grab things lol
Sea angels are hermaphroditic (I mean this in purely the zoological sense) and able to self-fertilize, so I think it would be fun if reader had the ability to switch lmao she just chooses to have a pussy rn cause it’s more convenient I think.
Almost every time you fuck, he does a little courting beforehand. Mating rituals. Feeds you soft-bodied mollusks, easily cracking their shells and hand feeding you. (There is some evidence to suggest certain mollusks are aphrodisiacs 👀). It shows he’s a good provider.
Anyways, the tentacles come in handy for Simon, cause you’re a lot smaller than him. Their tapered ends give him a lot of precision, and he spends an inordinate amount of time coaxing your slit open and stretching you out so you can take him. He can spend hours just on foreplay, and the tentacles he isn’t actively using will idly curl and wrap up your tail, holding you still as if you were prey. To a passerby it probably would look like he was attacking you, with how he’s so curled around you while you arch and cry out.
“My angel needs a lot of prep, don’t she? Can’t have just anyone havin’ their way with this sweet little princess pussy, yeah?”
He makes you cum at least once before he fucks you proper, his tentacles able to curl and reach your most sensitive spots— it’s almost laughably easy for him to get you off. And the idea of that gets him off— like he’s proving wrong anyone who thought you’d be incompatible due to species difference. In fact, it seems to him like you were made for each other, really.
It takes a couple of mating sessions before you can take his cock all the way. It takes some stretching. But as soon as he does get it all the way in, he’s fucking you relentlessly. Man wants you bearing his clutch!!!
#writing#cod fanfic#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#cod x you#cod x reader#littlemermaid!au#fairytale!au
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