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army-issued condoms and bucky used all of it on gale (even used galeâs when he ran out) man is Very Educated on this. totally a two per week kinda guy (monogamously as the army intended) gale who mistakenly took out his condom tin case instead of his toothpicks bc how often he switches between the two. donât get me started on lubeâ
for more info because this website is phenomenal since theyâre a fellow fanfic reader as well
#mota#buck x bucky#see this should be in fics#fumbling in the dark tryna put on the goddamn condom#both of them wear it the first time#both of them despise it but itâs not something they can downplay#vd cases are rampant? lol#smart army boys#high tier resource there guys
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The world needs more Yue and Zuko friendship, I squeal just thinking abt the parallels. They deserve a life changing field trip together and if u have abt ideas Iâm all ears đ
Hiii anon this ask fermented in my inbox and in my brain for so long,, so take this??? Post canon yue lives/no war au arts?? Anyway aside from the Parallels and their political position & their duty before hoes grindset I think they could learn a lot from each other. With zuko learning the gift of patience & diplomacy from yue & Yue learning that allowing yourself to feel anger and speaking up can actually be Good.
anyway hypothetical life changing trip outcome: zuko takes an intro gender studies class and yue says fuck
(oh and also must not forget the crush on sokka)
#id in alt text#âtoph should say fuckâ âlet sokka say fuckâ if thereâs one person who deserves to say fuck here itâs YUE#i rest my case#also yea i think comparing his life to yueâs would open zukoâs eyes towards Gender Inequality ksbfhd#heâs like youâre mai but prep what do u mean you canât throw knives đ¤#i can accept sexism but i draw the line at banned military indoctrination đ¤đ¤#i like to think that at one point yue shows zuko how to prepare & butcher small game and he does an absolute shit job at it#+ feels queasy for 3 days#zuko#yue#my art#ash replies#ALSO I MUST SAY!!! DRAWING THIS WHILE READING LIKE THE SUN CH4??? NOT FEELING WELL BESTIES#oh also since weâre talking ficsâŚ. js if u see thisâŚâŚ dywtjtb will always be famous
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more from my au, in which stan and bill have a reluctant agreement to build the portal (x)
bonus thought: they always tie in their card games, because they both know when the other is cheating and when the other is letting them win
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Image one: Stan wears his Mr. Mystery outfit in the Shack, complete with an eyepatch and magic 8-ball cane. Bill nudges him, saying, "Ooh, eyepatch? How flattering!" Stan snarks back, "Can it, cyclops."
Image two: Bill and Stan float in a mindscape similar to Ford's, except they're playing cards on folding chairs and drink Pitt Colas.
Image three: In front of the broken portal, Stan sits on a toolbox with Journal 1 and other documents scattered in front of him. Bill hovers over his shoulder.
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#gravity falls#bill cipher#stanley pines#stan pines#digital art#artists on tumblr#doodleswithangie#500#i should probably have a name for this au but i have nothing yet#copied tags from the last post ->#thereâs probably already an au or fic out there (and if so iâd love to see it!)#to me stan would never do an a la carte deal with bill like ford did#so they have an agreement with forever changing stipulations based on whatever hurdle gets in their way#think beetlejuice (across all iterations) but with more vitriol
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okay but like space jesus baby anakin declaring 'you can't kill a jedi' and the force is like 'oh shit fr? guess that's how it is now'
so jedi just. stop dying. they're confused but maybe okay with it? like some of the older ones still die of old age but when they're out fighting somehow they always make it through
palpatine is furious. he knows what's going on and tries to convince anakin that jedi CAN die, look at all these past instances, but anakin just looks at him like he's crazy 'okay but none of the jedi I'VE met ever die'
and palps is desperately trying to prove that jedi can die by actually killing jedi but like. no. they can't die. all his attempts to kill them fail.
and anakin is a nine year old child going 'well if i've never seen it happen then obviously it's not true'
10-year plan to wipe out the jedi foiled by one (1) overpowered boy confidently deciding that jedi can't die, seeing that jedi never die growing up, and thus continuing to believe that jedi cannot die even when there's a war on and jedi should DEFINITELY be dying
palpatine has time scheduled every night just so he can scream into the void in frustration
#star wars#star wars meta#anakin skywalker#fic ideas#someone else should write that#and he probably doesn't even have dooku#(i know the timing doesn't work but i always liked the idea that he left the order after Qui-Gon died)#PLUS dooku sees what's happening and is like 'oh shit so if I'M a jedi that means I can't die either'#'fuck this sith i'm out'
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*stuffs this in an envelope and mails it to the set of top gun 3* now here's how hangster can still win
#i also had major art block a while ago and so said okay?? hangster poses you fool#i had been reading more top gun fics you see#they're silly and should fall in love during the third film#hangster#sereshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#rooster top gun#hangman top gun#tgm#top gun fanart#art#illustration#digital art#fanart#artists on tumblr#clip studio paint#csp
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Do yourself a favor and go read the entire fanfic work of @fanfoolishness
(In order: Under sun and shade, Blind Side, and Breathless (patching up is one of my fav too, I just had no cool sketch idea for it)
#star wars#star wars the bad batch#the bad batch fanart#tbb fanart#tbb fanfiction#dumping my âfanfic_doodles.clipâ file here literally#sorry the style is messy#now I see them all Im like âok it's all over the place zero/100 aesthetically pleasuring postâ#hhhh its the thought that counts?#And tbh the point is just to convince you to read theses#because I'm like OBSSEEESSED with theses since you appeared in my notes#Every fic is gold#Me baiting my followers with pretty enough pictures to read fanfics#this being said I should really take the time to color properly my stuff#but I don't liiiiiiiiike it#there is tons of more talented artists if people want colored beautiful amazing art#me I can't really make my âââspontaneousâââ âââdoodlesâââ pretty without trying hard and at the end it's meh#They're so flat too#yesterday I was like âoh my scenes are becoming less flat I improved maybeâ#Then I scrolled on my storyboard insta and was like#yeah sure no#I'm still faaaaaar away from the industry standards#I studied like at three arts school and I'm still bad at drawing TAT#why is my brain not working v_v#look brain I'm showing you nice pictures learn from them#brain: no Im gonna overfixate on this left hand here and only this#anyway
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crazy this guy can kill anyone with a thought
heâs just a silly billy
he donât need to mind control me to do anything sign me up to be a child soldier get me in the field
#it really is a 50/50 of what posts the internet pay attention too#waiting patiently to see what people think of ready player one cherik au đ#anyway i love it when fics display how powerful charles is#need him to kill half the population again đ#i get excited whenever he does more than just read surface thoughts#also iâm just showing off new pictures i saved lol#if you knew me you would know i donât save pictures of stuff very often#my cat just dug his claws in my bare leg ow#trying to decide if i should read more comics today or watchs movies#kinda wanna watch stuff#charles xavier#cherik#x men#professor x#wish does not shut up
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Okay but like. Real talk. 'Their son died and they didn't even notice' sounds real bad, but can we like- Danny was still living with them. It is reasonable to assume that your kid that is still living with you is not dead. It is not like he just disappeared one day and they didn't notice.
'Their son died and they didn't notice' is a FANTASTIC line for characters to torment themselves and each other with. Danny can lay awake at night and think about it. Maddie can rip her hair out over it. Sam can throw it at them in a spiteful rage.
But like. It's definitely not an accurate summary of what happened there. And I think the author should maintain a careful awareness of that.
#maybe i'm swatting at shadows here#but i see this SO MUCH in fics#often in a way that seems to be making a point of it?#which is to say: it is not a point#it is an angst line#danny phantom#jack fenton#maddie fenton#danny fenton#i know 'the author should know that' is always kind of sketchy#because i'm not saying The Author Must Make A Moral Statement#it's more of a quality statement?#like. authors can write abusive relationships all they want! no one real is getting hurt!#but you have to UNDERSTAND that you are writing an abusive relationship#because otherwise you will put weird subtext in by accident#and that's kind of what i'm saying here#the characters can make all the accusations you want#but You The Author should understand that it's more complicated than that
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911 would be so much more interesting if buck realized the existential horror of being trapped in the revolving door of an unchanging narrative
#let tumblr user newtkelly write 911 that was so much interesting#every fic writer that sees the potential horror of being trapped to make the same mistakes and the same revelations over and over infinitely#should be in that fucking writers room
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so like. if anyone else, like me, still has the occasional fanfic they follow on fanfiction.net, and hasn't been getting the update emails for the longest time and was wondering if ti meant the site is on its last legs
no
no they've done something stupid as fuck
you have to opt back in to getting the emails/notifications of new chapters every six months, because they automatically assume you don't want to know when the fics you followed for the updates have updated
#for fucks saaaaaaake#now i have to go back thorugh all the fics i follow to see if they've updated in the last like year#ffn why are you doing this#this is the shit that drives ppl to ao3#and for the record i don't like ao3 purely because somehow ffn still has the better accessible reading options on its base site#without requiring you to log in and find [or code your own] site skin. it's just on the base site.#dark/light mode and increasing text size on a fanfic archive should not be a logged-in members-only coding-required thing
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Peter's Vows
When Derek is born, there is an earthquake. Beacon Hills is many things, but it is not a place of earthquakes. This is an anomaly, this sudden shaking of the land, and Peter watches Talia go through the pain of birthing a cub, and he makes note of how her cries resonate with the moving earth. As the baby is brought to the world of the living, the earth shakes more; giddy, Peter thinks of the land. Giddy at this baby's birth. That's what it is.
The town reels with the destruction, however minimal it seems to be. It is the strangeness of the earthquake that has the people in a panic, and it takes two days of Mayor Yukimura calling for council meetings and community barbecues that they begin to somehwat calm down.
The baby is named Derek on the first day itself, born underneath the Nemeton, his pale blue eyes reflecting the moonlight in silver hues. Talia sobs with relief, Nathan beside her, stroking her hair. Laura is back at the pack house, safely tucked in the bed, the rest of the pack members keeping watch. Talia had wanted to bring her with them, fearing the worst of the anomaly, but their mom had convinced her to not do it. The birth of the Alpha's cub is a big deal, but it is also private: only the Mate, Emissary and Left Hand are allowed to be present, for comfort, safety, and protection, respectively.
It has been tradition since ages, and Talia is the last person to break it.
Derek is a calm baby. Sleeps through the night, doesn't cry for attention. Only does it for feeding, his survival instinct as strong as his lungs. Peter adores him, even if he may never admit it to anyone.
He is also curious about the boy. Why an earthquake? It cannot be a coincidence. Truly, he wonders how some people can be so dumb. Calling it a coincidence is insulting to the Powers That Be, which must have called upon such a natural reaction of the land for a reason. Derek is a special boy, and Peter vows to find out how.
Besides his incredibly compassionate heart, that is.
It is in his eyes, which have slowly turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, the kindness of him. Derek's trust is not so easily earned, but once it is, it is extremely difficult to dislodge it.
Derek is a boy destined to become a kind man, one that will be an Alpha with mercy in his heart but cunning in his mind. Peter sees the makings of it right from the beginning, the way the boy will procure solutions to his own problems as well as those he deems important to him. Laura is the first born and thus has the claim to being the next Hale Alpha, however Peter knows, somehow, perhaps instinctually, that Derek will be the Alpha.
Another piece of the puzzle falls in place when their emissary falls pregnant. She's an amazing woman, Claudia. Peter likes her wit and humor, and he enjoys the perspective of her husband, the deputy, and if luck is on his side, soon-to-be Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Peter is happy for the couple.
He is, also, astonished to see an almost five-year-old Derek climb onto Claudia's lap one morning, his small fists rubbing against his eyes, and his nose scrunching determinedly to find a scent.
Peter remembers the conversation well.
"Derek, honey? What are you trying to find?"
"Mine," is what Derek growls in reply to Claudia, and shoves his nose against her barely-showing belly.
Peter's laughing figure is shot out of the end of the couch and onto the floor by Claudia's impeccable throw of one of the decorative pillows from said couch.
Thereafter, it was peculiar but not unseemly to find Derek following beside Claudia, his whole little being focused on the life forming inside her. And when the night came, Peter wasn't at all surprised to witness the thunderstorm.
Claudia had plans of giving birth in the hospital, but due to miscalculated steps, or simply because of reasons not privy to them, the best possible option left for her seemed to be below the Nemeton.
John had lost his damn mind at the prospect. "It's raining! Heavily!"
"Talia gave birth in an earthquake," Claudia says through gritted teeth, "And the baby doesn't care, nor do I, John. It isâ"
Her words are cut off by another scream, and she is right, of course. It is time.
Talia, John, and Peter are the only ones who should go with her, but Derek, the little sneaky wolf that he seems to have become, follows them. It isn't until halfway through that John, the human, realizes his presence first.
They move forward with the determined little boy, who is all sopping wet in his wolf onesie, and really, this is no laughing matter. Except it is.
Claudia is brought below the Nemeton, and the tree, big and branching and beautiful, hums in their presence. The canopy of it sheds them some, but not completely.
And so, under hard rain and sharp thunderstorms, MieczysĹaw Stilinski is born, his little body almost white under the moonlight, and his eyes, when they open, a shock of topaz, like a glinting jewel; a fallen angel, Peter thinks.
Derek carefully wraps the baby in the blanket Talia removes from the packed bag, her movements locked onto her son's and the baby's, while John tends to his wife.
Peter watches. He notes the way the baby is calmest in Derek's arms, the way Derek is mesmerized.
This is more than just being True Mates.
True Mates itself are the rarest of occurrences, but something tells him this is more than that. The earthquake, and this sudden rain, in April of all things, simply cannot be coincidence. There must be a reason, one that Peter must uncover.
In the coming years, he dedicates his time to the quest, and finds that, oh, this is something unique indeed.
Unique to the point of legend.
Of course, he gathers facts before telling anyone. Derek's control goes onto the list, as does his ability to switch between his shift as easy as breathing. Having such control at the age of seven is almost impossible, but he has it without the growing ego that would have inflated anyone else's with the amount of praise he gets.
Stiles, as Derek had nicknamed MieczysĹaw almost immediately post his arrival in the world, is no human. His mother's line has some pretty strong magical abilities, but the kind of power that this boy exudes surpasses imagination. Nobody notices at first, not even Peter, until Stiles is a couple of months past his third birthday. It truly isn't until Derek, almost nine, comes down from his room one day into the kitchen, says, "Which packet, Stiles?" that they realize it.
"Honey, he isn't a wolf. He cannot hear you," Nathan tells him, but Derek just shrugs.
"He is for today."
Peter hears the, "Blue one! Blue one! Blue is sooo pretty, Derek!" from Stiles, who is definitely sitting in Derek's room, upstairs.
Derek grabs the blue packet and goes upstairs, and Peter follows, followed by Talia and Nathan, who beckon Claudia as well.
Stiles sitting on the floor, a myriad of toys around him, while the packets of chips sit beside him, torn open, evidently by Derek's claws, who himself is playing with Stiles.
And they're both being fed flying chips.
The three wolves turn to Claudia as one. Her shaking head and awed face is enough to clue them in, and really, Peter thinks, this is fucking incredible.
Powers don't manifest as early as this in magic wielders. They're more of the puberty package, tied to emotions at the beginning rather than will.
This is... defying it.
Peter loves to see when the next piece of the puzzle will fall.
And it does oh so enticingly.
Years later, when Derek is fourteen and Stiles is almost nine, comes the first trial. The Alpha Summit & The Argent Treaty.
Peter doesn't believe Gerard's words to do no harm, so he sets up precautions in place. It pays off, because during the summit, he almost ends up blinding Deaucalion â something that could have turned super bad if left unchecked.
Gerard's attack is met with swift retaliation, but somehow, only his goons end up dead. Gerard himself remains free, and through sheer will, maybe, the old man manages to kidnap Laura.
By the time the adults sniff out their cub, they're too late.
Not in the sense of Laura being hurt, but in the terms of missing the action, somewhat.
When they enter the warehouse, they are faced with Gerard being held down by a black wolf, fangs around his neck, the eyes of the creature a deep, ruby red. Deeper than Talia's. At first, they all assume it to be one of the visiting Alphas, but then they realize Stiles' presence, too, and it clicks.
Stiles frees Laura from the painful looking electric rod, and comes back to Derek, coaxes him back to his human form as Peter and Nathan take care of the psychopath.
Laura lets Talia mother her, and then says, "We'll have two Alphas."
Talia looks at the now human Derek, and eyes shining with pride, she nods. "Come here, both of you," she beckons, and the boys run, Stiles' chattering a comforting sound for all of them.
A few weeks later, Derek admits to everyone he has a new friend, and talks about her often. Paige this, Paige that. Laura teases him, restrained in her words, trying not to upset Derek's control. Even Cora pulls back. Stiles, though, is almost worse.
He riles Derek to the point of him using his Alpha voice to shut up, and the whole Pack silences itself, even Talia. Stiles, though â an exception to all things sane â doesn't back down. The voice doesn't work on him, and Derek isn't phased by it. However, the smell of guilt filters through their home, and Stiles' sigh is followed by comforting words. There is no apologizing though.
Soon, they'll learn from Derek himself that he hates that everyone is walking on eggshells. That is why he kept bringing up Paige, so that someone would tease him, uncle Peter, Laura, Cora. Or that Stiles would rile him up.
"Why would he, though? He should be happy for you. I am." Cora's words are met with a laugh from Derek, and a groan of embarrassement from Stiles.
"He's weirdly possessive â don't push me, you know you are."
"Alright," Stiles sighs, "I am."
"And Paige is a great friend, but I don't nearly think about her as much as I might have let you all believe."
And that is when Peter sees it. The blink-and-you-will-miss-it purple flash of Stiles' eyes. Peter doesn't put thought into why now; he simply focuses on completing the puzzle.
And he does. True Alpha and Purple Eyes? That's easy.
That's legend.
Set in stone as the first Alpha and the first Emissary as well as Spark, who, arguably, also set in stone the sword of Excalibur.
That part of the legend has questionable sources, though. Sure, Merlin Emrys is, as per theories, the most powerful sorcerer of all time, and Arthur Pendragon the greatest ruler, the once and future king, but it doesn't have as much merit.
What Peter is sure about is that somehow, the Powers That Be decided that this is the pack to send these two to.
He watches Stiles argue about the best type of pasta with Derek, and thinks, suddenly, that perhaps this is their happy ending. What legends end happy? None. So this must be their time to be happy.
Peter vows another quest, then. To always protect Derek and Stiles.
#sterek#the hale pack#peter hale#derek hale#stiles stilinski#pov peter hale#sterek fic recs#*sterek fic recs#wow i'm on a roll today#i've had similar ideas before but wanted to write it in an experimental style#of derek & stiles being the first pair of alpha werewolf and emissary#of stiles turning derek into a wolf to protect their home and their people and hence the legend is born#if you see any errors no you don't :)#no but really it's currently 2am here and i should be studying but i am Decidedly Not#sh.writesonmain#sh.writing
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content warning: blood
Loyal to a fault
bonus + other versions:
Bonus:
Alt:
the words on Ghost's body reads:
LOVE (level of violence)
it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)
Loyal Dog
VÄnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)
this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me
#im gonna be honest when I first drew this months ago I didnt intend for it to get this bloody#all i wanted was Price holding a leash to Ghost#there's#so much feelings i have for this ship that i cannot articulate#I have a friend on twt their handle is bearcvck and jesus they have the best priceghost fics/drabbles ever#should check it out if you want >:3 they also do ghoap#idk i have my own thoughts with this piece but no matter how I write it it doesn't quite bring out what im trying to say#so if you want I would love to see your interpretation of this piece!#not the best thing i've made bcuz they're both very stiff in terms of posture#learning curve still to do non-chibi rahhhh but im trying and that's what it matters#tumblr pls dont bonk me i've covered Ghost's tatas with words PLEASE#gummmyart#doodle#priceghost#ghostprice#captain john price#simon ghost riley#price x ghost#ghost x price#john price x simon riley#simon riley x john price#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#cod#cod mw#scheduled
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Obsessed with his brain
#read a fic where he had to eat someone in the basement to survive and I am... obsessed#fop#fairly oddparents#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents a new wish#dale dimmadome#fop dale#idk ask to tag#art#digital art#fanart#blood tw#cannibalism tw#ed tw#In my mind his relationship with Dev is crazy. Because he wants to love Dev so badly but he is just. incapable of it.#and it makes him hate himself#On some level he thought seeing Dev would fix him. That he would feel all those things a dad is instinctively supposed to#and it would prove he wasn't broken. That deep down hes still human. that he's still capable of love just like everyone else#.And then he didnt. and he had no idea how to deal with it#In a way hes kind of scared of Dev. Dev makes him feel so uncomfortable with himself. so he just kind of avoids him.#Which um. thats your son sir you cant do that.#I love dale but he should absolutely not be a father. He is just not built for it
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The Price of Love - Part 2
[Masterlist] [Part 1]
18+ Only | 3.8k | Homelander x fem!Reader | Early Season 2. Voyeurism. Dark themes. Breaking and entering. Manipulation. Fraud. Gaslighting. Office sex. Unprotected sex. Homelander being his own warning. I'm not really sure how to tag this properly tbf.
Homelanderâs devious plan starts when he perfectly times when both you and your spouse leave your apartment empty. He knows youâre at the Vought tower, assisting Ashley in organizing photoshoots for the next issue of Vought Sports. Just the thought of that makes him roll his eyes. Heâs got a four page feature with the Yankees, something about the importance of baseball to the American population.Â
No. He canât get distracted like that. Not when heâs already been so careful. Work can wait.Â
He lands on your small balcony, testing the door handle. It budges immediately. Homelander grins at the revelation. Youâre clearly one of those people who donât think to lock the doors and windows just because youâre high off the ground. Heâd have thought that after knowing him youâd know better than that.Â
Homelander steps into your apartment. Heâs planning to be thorough with his little impromptu visit. Itâs only fair. Thanks to your job you have pretty much unrestricted access to his penthouse. Youâve seen what his space looks like. He should get to see yours too.
The first thing that hits him is just how this space doesnât smell like you as much as heâd want. He can almost taste the bitter scent of your spouse in the air. Yuck. Homelander immediately walks through, exploring the kitchen, the living room for anything substantial at all.
There are letters with angry red words, shouting about bills being past due. Medical bills pinned to the fridge with some generic city magnet. Coupons and budgets all crammed on the small space on the fridge. Clearly, something isnât working. Homelander has zero sympathy regarding your spouse but he cares about you. He doesnât want you to suffer and with him, youâd never again have to worry about unpaid bills or having a roof over your head.Â
He scoffs to himself. What kind of irresponsible and unreliable spouse have you got? Youâre clearly working hard, he sees you relentlessly keep your head up at work and with your position only rising and more responsibilities being piled up on your plate he can imagine you earn a decent wage.
Clearly, itâs being drained somewhere. Whoever your spouse is, theyâre a good-for-nothing leech thatâs holding you back.
He could pay them off. Threaten them. Torture them. Kill them even. A thought that sends a thrilling shiver down his spine. But no, this has to be your decision. You need to be the one to decide to leave them. You need to seek him out.Â
Homelander continues with his little exploration trip. Already forming a plan in his mind. What he saw the other day wasnât coincidental. He feels a rift. Ever since that night he watched you pleasure yourself to the thought of him he knew it wasnât a one-off. But for the first time Homelander gave you the ammo. He told you to your face that heâs interested. He allowed you to lean into these fantasies at the cost of having no leverage in his petty mind.
He canât wait to put his plan into motion.Â
Looking through the rest of your apartment should make him feel upset, agitated. Instead Homelander walks around with a huge grin on his face as he looks at the few framed pictures on the wall. Theyâre old. You donât look like this anymore so decidedly your spouse hasnât done anything worth remembering in recent times. Perfect. This is all working perfectly towards his plan.
Your spouse doesnât value you. Clearly. He notices more signs of this behavior throughout your belongings. The cheap perfume that he smells on you everyday is so uninspiring heâs never even heard of the brand. The makeup is cheap, terrible enough quality that should only be used by teenage girls that are discovering themselves, not for a professional woman like you. Your clothes tell a similar story. You have a few nice outfits that you wear to your job. You only ever dress nicely for him. The rest of your closet feels like plastic, uncomfortably stiff and scratchy, itâs unlikely to last another season.
You will have none of these issues with him. Homelander will buy you only the best. Top of the line. All designer, original or handmade. Anything youâll want, itâll be yours. Only the best for his lover.
The more time he spends in your apartment the less heâs angry and upset about your initial rejection. He sees it now as a cry for help. Secretly, in between the lines you were rattling the bars of your prison begging him to save you.
And oh he will.Â
The cherry on the top is the cheap ring that sits on your bedside table. No special case for it, no display, you donât even carry it around with you. Maybe unconsciously you know how little your spouse values you. He picks it up to feel it. Cubic Zirconia on a small sterling silver band. Less than $100. Homelander scoffs at the cheap representation of your bond. So easy to scuff and crush. Maybe it directly reflects your marriage.Â
Homelander leaves your apartment exactly the way he found it and over the next few days he watches. He watches you interact with your spouse, looking for any chink in the armour of your marriage and oh my does he find plenty.
Your spouse doesnât deserve you, they donât treat you with the same respect you give them. Thereâs room for insecurity to worm your way into your brain. He knows that now. You have sex at most once a week and even then it doesnât look like it scratches the itch for you. Donât worry, heâll have you writhing under him in no time.
But it needs to be at your own pace. He knows youâre loyal to a fault, youâve proven yourself with such quality over your time working for Vought. You wonât leave your spouse without a good reason. Besides betrayal. You clearly can deal with a non-spectacular life and even less remarkable sex life. But betrayal? A total annihilation of trust? Well, he knows you wonât be able to shake that off.
With that, he sets his plan into motion.
Nothing he does is by his hand of course, he needs to be invisible in all this. Instead he pays lackeys and he bullies Vought employees into scamming your spouse, stealing your shared banking details without them knowing any better.
Over the next month he periodically withdraws a sum of money from your shared account, slowly making his plan come to fruition. He keeps you busy at work. Really busy. You donât have time to keep up with your household and worry about budgeting. You pull away from your spouseâa bonus he didnât see coming. Itâs even worth the stress itâs causing you. Each day you come in with dark circles under your eyes, tiredness just seeping out of your pores. But itâs okay. You can go through a bit of hardship while he plans your rescue. Things always get worse before they get better.
At the same time, your bills are going up, rent has skyrocketedâsomething about a new ownership, company you wouldnât recognise as itâs outlined in the letter that came in the mail. More than ever now, Homelander sees you not skipping any overtime. Good, you spend most of your time with him now. He watches the late night arguments you have with your spouse about pulling their weight and how you canât do everything yourself. Yes. Yes, itâs finally happening.
You havenât even seen the main act.
When the next medical bill comes out and thereâs not enough money in the shared account he waits it out. Heâs planted all the seeds. All the money periodically taken out by the planted escort services. The bank statements laid out plain and clear. The call logs coming and outgoing to the same establishment. Your spouseâs lack of interest in sex with you only reinforced this notion.
Homelander isnât there to watch the fall out. Heâs too excited. Already waiting for you to spring into his arms at a momentâs notice.Â
But you donât.
Each day he gets more and more irritated. You should already be shouting his praises, showing him your signed divorce papers but instead youâre moping around like a sad dark cloud, raining oh his parade.Â
Okay fine, heâs gonna have to nudge you a bit. Itâs not going exactly according to his plan but thatâs okay, he can adapt.
The next time you bring over some talking points for him to read and memorize, he stops you. He stops you from spilling out your rehearsed words, his gloved hand raised tearing you out of your mindless monologue youâve been told to parrot back to him. You blink up at him, a little confused. You havenât had many interactions these days so Homelander canât blame you for acting like a deer in headlights.
âHey, you okay? You look tired. Are you sleeping fine?â He gives his words the perfect amount of care and softness. Breaking through the shell youâve put up around him. He gets it, youâre trying to be a strong womanâladidadida. Normally he likes that about you but now youâre messing with his plans.
You sniffle and he smells the waterworks before they even burst the dam. One little question and you take two steps back, your back hitting the wall of the meeting room and you slide down onto the ground. Whimpering out a little wet ânoâ you bring your knees up burying your face in them.
âHey hey hey⌠whatâs wrong?â He lowers to the ground in front of you.
âEverythingâs wrong. My whole life is falling apart!â You sob into your knees. You start spilling as if heâs the first person to ask you how youâre doing. You rattle off an unintelligible ramble of hiccups, sobs and half-spoken words.Â
Homelander was lucky that you still had your face buried in your knees because he could not stop the grin spreading across his face as he heard you hiccup the word âdivorceâ. After the little indulgence, he trained his face back into a sympathetic pout and he ran his hand down the back of your head, petting your hair.
âSlow down, say what now? Did you say youâre getting divorced? What happened?â If only Vought productions could see this Oscar-worthy performance theyâd be making more interesting movies than the cookie cutter action flicks he has to waste his time on.
âYeahâŚmyâŚwell, my ex now. They cheated on me. I mean they poured all our money down the drain, spent it all in a strip club or on some escort or whatever. Fuck. I donât even know. I donât want to know the details.â You look up at him and in that moment Homelander has never seen anything more beautiful. The tears in your eyes, the swollen red rim around them. All because of his doing. This is the start of a new chapter.Â
A chapter dedicated to you and him.
He stops himself from smiling widely, heâs meant to be supportive now. Sympathetic. He nods as you continue.
âIâve been breaking my back just to afford the insane rent and bills and this is what I get back?!â You flip flop between bouts of rage and fresh tears bursting at every other word.Â
âShhh, shh come here.â Homelander pulls you in close to him and back on your feet. He lifts you off enough where you feel the floor underneath your feet but most of your weight is being held up by him. As if heâs saying âyou donât have to carry it all on your ownâ.
âIâll help you, okay? Anything you need. Iâm here for you.â He cooes into your ear, rubbing soothing circles into your back as he hugs you close to him.Â
Homelander knows youâre meant for him. But to actually have you in his arms for the first time is different. He wants to bury his face in your neck and inhale as much of your scent as he can. And forever carry that with him. Â
But he doesnât have to wish. Instead you pull away from where you buried your head in his neck, you place your hands on his jaw and you forcibly kiss him. Take the air right out of his lungs. Homelander immediately squeezes his eyes shut, doing his very best to not moan out loud. Thatâs it! Finally, heâs got you right where he wanted this whole time.
He squeezes you closer, his one hand slides down to your thigh, hoisting your leg up. And like the good, obedient girl you are, you bring your other leg up with him, wrapping yourself tight around his waist.
The taste of you is sweet and salty at the same time, the pure flavor muddled with the tears your ex doesnât deserve. It doesnât matter, Homelander kisses you desperately regardless. Hungry for the taste heâs been dreaming of for months.Â
âDo you still want me?â You breathe out, less actively sobbing and choking on breaths, now the tears are just freely going down your cheeks.
âAlways.â Homelander looks at you in reverence. Youâre welcoming him in so freely. He doesnât even need to push you to it. Thatâs how he knows youâre perfect for him. Barely just free out of the prison he rescued you from and youâve already come running to him.
âMake me forget.â You kiss him again and Homelander swallows up everything you have to give. He pins you against the wall, his hands gliding from your thighs to your ass, the leather of his gloves sliding up the sleek fabric of your skirt. Through it he squeezes handfuls of your ass, before pushing the fabric up and out of the way.
âPleaseâŚmake me feel good.â You sound broken and in need of good fuck that Homelanderâs sure you havenât had in years. Right, he can totally do that for you. He supports your weight easily, pinned between his body and the wall. One hand slides down from your ass, giving himself enough room to slide in between your legs, cupping your pussy.Â
âI will. I will. Donât worry about anything anymore. Iâve got you.â His fingers pinch the sheer tights and with a snap, he rips the fabric, immediately pushing your panties out of the way.
He brings his hand to his mouth, biting the leather of his glove by the fingertips, pulling it off his hand. His bare hand goes back down in between your legs immediately dipping his fingers in your wetness. He feels how excited you are. How for the first time in years your body is finally gonna feel satisfied. You yearn for this. He can almost taste it.Â
His lips part and he moans at the feeling of your pussy just inviting him in. So hot and wet just for him. He strokes the back of his fingers up and down your slit, making your legs buzz with excitement. All nerves coming back to life. He sees that in you, the way you light up. Your heart rate elevated, breaths shallow, your muscles twitching. Homelander takes pride in the way he can make your body sing with just a few well-placed touches.
He turns his fingers around, gently, precisely, rubbing circles around your clit. He kisses you. No, he devours you. Parting his lips, he pries yours open, licking the taste of him into your mouth. He grunts into the kiss, moaning with each press of your lips. Each time you shove your tongue into his mouth he shudders, full of want.Â
His fingers eagerly move down, pressing two digits steadily into you until heâs knuckles deep, grinding them into your pelvis, shallow strokes in and out. Crooked upwards and thick inside you.
Heâs so hard it hurts. Achingly throbbing against the uncomfortable rigidity of his suit and he cannot wait to just fucking bury himself into you.
As if you were reading his mind your hands blindly and clumsily reach for his belt, unclasping it. Eagerly with more dexterity than he expected you to have in a moment like this you undo his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear.
Homelander hisses through his teeth, throwing his head back as your hand touches his aching cock. Itâs so overwhelming he barely catches your awe at seeing it.Â
âOh fuck⌠Can I have you? Please?â You squirm in his hold your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking the head up and down.Â
Jesus. Youâre begging for him so easily. He could cum just from this. Your hand, warm and soft around him, stroking his sensitive head all while youâre beginning for him to take you? Good god, if he knew youâd be this pliant he would have had your ex killed in an âaccidentâ.
âCourse you can.â He mutters out, strung out on the pleasure thatâs sending sparks up his spine with each twist of your wrist. He takes his fingers out of you, sucking them clean. God you taste good. He definitely needs to come back to that. He shimmies his pants down lower, releasing his cock fully. âCourse you fucking can. Itâs yours.â Straining he whimpers out, positioning his cock right against your wet cunt, the head spreading you open. âIâm yours.â He almost sounds close to crying. All that effort was so fucking worth it. You are so his. Who else could you want after youâve had him. Heâs so close to euphoria he forgets that you were crying a few minutes ago.
He wraps both arms around the underside of your thighs pinning your knees closer to your body as he sinks deep into you with one push. Youâre so fucking wet and warm for him he could cry out of happiness. You want him so bad!
âFffuck me, thatâs tight.â He utters, all broken and whimpering as he buries his head into your neck, inhaling the scent of you like he wanted to earlier while he stills his hips, his pelvic flush against yours.
Heâs so overwhelmed with the physicality of it all. Even through all the layers he feels the heat of your body, the thrum of your muscles and the rhythm of your heart. Itâs intoxicating.Â
He pulls out just to sink himself into you again. And again. And again. The feeling of splitting you open with each slide of his cock gets him so worked up, his own breaths coming out stuttered.Â
âHomelander please⌠just⌠fuck me. Need it.â You beg him to continue, and as much as heâs enjoying the warm welcome on each wet, loud slide he gets it. You just need him to pound you hard and make you forget. Erase all memories of your shitty ex and the mediocre sex youâve learned to live with. Itâs okay. Youâre with him now. And everyone knows thereâs nothing mediocre about him.
Homelander kisses the plea out of your lips stepping a little closer so that heâs sat deep, deep inside you. Every thrust of his pelvis is a short snap but you feel it so deep it rattles your spine with every move. The way heâs got you angled is just about rubbing his pubic bone into your clit and he canât help but grin at the way heâs already feeling you desperately claw at him, trying to hold onto reality.
You moan for him sweetly, your body quivering around him. And he doesnât relent. Itâs frantic, sharp and needy. This is about that quick release. He will have plenty of time to explore your body and make you cum a thousand times over later. Ideally from the privacy of his bed where he can watch you from every angle.
When he feels you clench and pulsate around him he stutters, one of his hands landing on the wall, making a dent in it. More than anything he wants you to cum. He wants to show you how much better he will be to you. The pure euphoria of feeling you cum on his cock pushes him over the edge. He moans a deep guttural sound into your neck, parts of it muffled. As your pussy deliciously squeezes around him in a stuttered rhythm he empties himself into you. His cock gives you one last spurt inside before he slides out, letting you get back on the ground to regain your footing.Â
Heâs mildly delirious and the next thing he wants to do is take you up to his penthouse and hold you close. He craves the intimacy of the afterglow.
Unlike his fantasy you donât look to be ready to be swept off your feet and carried to his penthouse for some quality cuddle time. You look almost horrified.
âOh my godâŚâ Homelander watches with a frown as you push your underwear back into place, your skirt down over your thighs. You try to make a sense of the torn, tattered mess of your tights but you decide itâs better to take them off. He takes the chance to tuck himself back in while you sort your clothing situation and the turmoil in your head.
Before he can even question what has you so upset you continue. âIâm so sorry. That shouldnât have happened.â What was a warm buzzing feeling that made his whole body vibrate pleasantly just turned to ice.Â
What the fuck do you mean it shouldnât have happened?Â
He doesnât get a say in again as you continue before he recovers from the blow. âI just fucking used you. Iâm sorry. ThatâsâThatâs terrible! Iâm no better than my ex. IâIââ You visibly panic, your eyes wide as saucers and looking around almost everywhere but him.
But your eyes land there anyway. He almost laughs with relief. This is your problem? How cute.
âNothing like that happened. Hey, none of that talk. Youâre perfect. Youâve done nothing wrong alright?â He took one step closer, his hands immediately cupping your jaw from either side. Only one hand ungloved, using that one to feel the skin of your cheek as he tenderly strokes you.Â
âI want to help you in any way I can. How about you move in with me until we sort this out, huh? I donât want you staying with a person like that. Come on, I want you safe. And Voughtâs got some great lawyers that can help you with the divorce.â He deploys his sweet tone, so persuasive, charismatic and charming. He knows what heâs doing and already youâre melting into his hands. Good. He grins at you. âAlright, sweetheart?â
You nod with your big watery sweet eyes and itâs then he knows that he won. Fair and square.
You were his long before you even knew it.
Finally, you recognize it too.
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EXPECTING (W. SYLUS QIN) wc. 366. involves discussion of pregnancy, abortion. possible allusions to a one night stand/multiple affairs. reader has conflicted feelings about pregnancy. sylus is oddly sweet. (he's a good man savannah)
itâs a nerve wracking sensation when you type out the text, more so when you press âsend.â (âdo you have time to talk? itâs urgent.â) while you were initially set on one decision about the newfound knowledge of what was happening with your body, you felt it was only right to reach out to the other person responsible for this change.
sylus responds to your urgency with a phone call, and you donât sugarcoat a thing. you donât give him time to finish greeting you with that grating lilt of his smooth voice.
âmissing me alââ âiâm pregnant.â
itâs funny how quickly he leaves the n109 zone, to be by your side in linkon city. no matter the feelings you had before, and no matter the mystery of what you two saw each other as after you mission wrapped up, youâre grateful heâs made it a priority to be with you in this moment. a reminder that his good graces always surrounded being at your side in an instant whenever you called.
you didnât realize how much you needed him, needed someone, until youâre both sitting down in your living room and talking about everything in depth. in short, sylus supports you with whatever choice you settle on. but as he begins to explain the logistics of aftercare following an abortion, talking about doctors and clinics he knows of⌠you find yourself feeling oddly emotional.
despite the shared feeling that neither of you sought out the ambition to have children, you see yourself with sylus, raising a powerful, compassionate soul. a being that would be so precious and dear to the both of you. someone who would hold a piece of you, a piece of him. in your lost thoughts, you donât recognize the slow onslaught of tears that fills up in your eyes, and itâs sylusâ touch brushing against your cheek to catch the droplets before they fall entirely.
âwhatever you choose, i wonât hesitate to be by your side. you are my priority, above all else.â he assures you in an oddly tender tone, âthis is your choice, and no one will take that from you. they wouldnât even get the chance.â
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Locked and loaded is so insanely good the art..l the way it grabbed me by my metaphysical nuts and said I am going to be one of the best fanfics you have ever read. INSANE. I need to print it out and eat it. Incredibly cool concept, awesome writing and Iâm sorry I keep saying insane but the whole time Iâve been reading this fic I keep going HOLY SHIT THATS COOL AS HELLL HOLY SHIT. I keep sending my friends this fic on discord. Anyways I love it so much than you for writing it
Thank you so much!!! Iâve been slightly demotivated lately since the next chapter is fighting me with all its strength, but Iâm so glad people enjoy it so much! I may have been struggling writing it recently, but I have no intention on abandoning any time soon, specially not when it seems to mean a lot to a lot of people <33 Here, a little doodle as a show of my gratitude :))
#I really am struggling doe jdfhbvudhfnv#maybe I should find a beta or something#weâll see#svsss#locked and loaded fic#doodle#shen yuan#shen jiu
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