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blindmagdalena · 8 months

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i'm thinking about john killing someone in front of his s/o, but that was about to kill them so his violent is seem a protectiveness. to be seem bloody and not be feared....

18+ 2.7k homelander x reader, established relationship, gore, blood, morally grey reader? shower sex, fingering, praise kink, breast play, dirty talk, rough sex, count down, needy/possessive/yandere HL, reader is nondescript with f!anatomy.

Homelander is breathing shallowly, eyes wide—wild—blood dripping from his chin and from the stray strands of hair that fell forward when he lunged. He's elbow deep in a man's sternum, and his other hand is wrapped tight around his broken neck, the bones like fragments of glass poking out from beneath rapidly cooling skin.

It all happened in an instant. One second, the man currently in his hands was grabbing you by the hair, a knife swinging wildly towards your throat, and the next he was dangling from Homelander's grasp, heart slowing against his knuckles.

He laughs through his teeth, licking his lips reflexively. The blood is sour, contaminated with god knows what, but that hardly takes away from the thrill of the moment.

It's been a while since he held the gaze of someone whose life he just claimed. Long enough that he forgets where he is, and who he's with.

He drops the man to the ground like a wet sack of potatoes, innards spilling out from the hole his arm leaves behind. In the man's hand, Homelander sees something that sets his teeth on fucking edge: strands of your hair ripped from your scalp in that limp, dead palm.

"You stupid motherfucker," he growls through a crooked sickly smile, lifting his boot to crush the hand like it were nothing more than an insect. The man's heart has long since stopped, but the rapid pound of another is still loud in his ears.

Yours.

Slowly, he turns around to look at you. You're cradling your skull where you'd been grabbed, tears gathering in your wide glassy eyes, the shock of it all catching up to you. You're staring intently at the corpse, watching blood pooling out from beneath it.

You've never looked at him with fear in your eyes before, but that's precisely what he sees when your eyes meet his. It makes him bristle internally. What was he supposed to do? You were in danger, and the way you screamed will follow him into his nightmares.

He could have lost you just now. You could be the one soaking in a puddle of your own blood, losing your life to the press of nothing more than a flimsy metal blade. While Homelander has always been logically aware of your humanity and the tender vulnerability that entails, nothing has ever put it so viscerally in the forefront of his mind as a freak incident coming so close to erasing you from his life.

He did what he had to. You'll understand. You have to understand.

"Hey," he says, hands raised to you placatingly, as if coaxing a spooked wild animal. The blood just makes his crimson gloves look glossy. He blocks your view of the body. "Hey, it's alright."

Your terror is palpable in the race of your heart and the sour smell of adrenaline coursing through you.

He reaches for you with the hand that isn't drenched in viscera, but before he can take hold, you beat him to the punch, throwing yourself into his arms, your own wrapping tight around his middle, hands clasping together beneath his cape.

Caught off guard, Homelander's arms hover awkwardly for a beat before he returns your embrace. He'd been certain that he was the source of your fear after a display like that.

"He just-he tried to kill me," you rasp, tears overflowing, spilling down your cheeks, wetting his suit further. "Yeah, yeah he sure did. S'alright, he's not gonna hurt you again," he coos, stroking your back with one bloodied hand, the other cupping the back of your neck. He kisses the top of your head as you cry, working the shock and fear from your system. "Ssshhh, shhshh."

Looking over his shoulder once, he lifts you up into his arms and takes off gently into the night sky, keeping you gathered close as he flies, carrying you far away from the mess spilled all over the pavement.

Not his problem. His focus is you.

With your face buried in the crook of his neck, he can feel your tears rolling down into the collar of his suit, can smell the sea salt sweetness of them. He's never let you see that side of him before. When the shock wears off, will you see the moment for what it was?

Will you realize how much he enjoyed it?

Landing on his balcony, your arms are still tight around his neck. Neither of you have said a word since take off. He's not sure where your head is, other than the fact your racing heart has slowed to a more natural—albeit still nervous—patter.

Inside, he sets you down gently on your feet. Your balance wavers, and he settles you with his hands on your hips, staining your clothing with smears of dark blood.

He's almost afraid of breaking the tenuous quiet, but he needs to know where your head is. When you glance away, are you looking towards the door, planning your escape?

His hands tighten reflexively on your hips, and your eyes spring back up to meet his.

"You okay?" He asks quietly, warily.

"Yeah," you say, though it's hardly convincing.

"You're in shock," he says, touching the side of your face. Enough of the blood has been wiped on your clothes that it doesn't transfer much to your skin. "You remember what happened?"

Maybe your distress will leave you malleable enough for him to shape the incident just right. Make sure that you remember first and foremost that- "You saved me," you say, cutting his thoughts short. "That man was trying to hurt me, and you... you saved me."

His brows lift, surprised to hear you say it first. "Yeah. Course I did."

"You were so..." You trail off, gaze moving along his features.

Apprehension prickles from his spine all the way up to the back of his neck. He's accustomed to being scolded for his brutality by Madelyn, or looked on with thinly veiled disgust by Maeve.

They're both long gone from his life now, yet he finds himself waiting with bated breath for your response, his throat tight under the gripping hands of the ghosts of his past.

"Amazing," you exhale, banishing his specters with the sweeping wind of your breath. "God, I've never been that scared in my life, but you reacted so fast. No one has ever protected me like you do," you say, cupping his blood spattered face in your palms, smearing it into thin pink swaths across his skin with your thumbs.

He breaks into a slow, pleased smile. "Well, you've never been with anyone like me before."

"No," you agree. He can still feel a slight tremor in your hands, your body still coming down from the adrenaline high. "And I never will."

That strokes his ego deliciously. He likes the finality in your voice, the dreamy way you're looking at him, even as the smell of blood hangs heavily in the air. He almost kisses you before he remembers he's got the blood of some random thug all over his face.

"I need a shower," he says, lips close enough that his breath teases yours.

"Me too. Guess we'll have to share," you say, feigning resignation.

He grins. "Uh oh."

In the bathroom, Homelander makes quick work of undressing, but you're faster. You're already in the large shower, steaming water pouring down from above. He steps in with you, letting the water wash over you both. The water turns pink as it carries the blood away, and then sudsy as you both soap and shampoo the mess of the day from you bodies.

Once he's rinsed, he slips in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I love you," he says at your ear, trailing kisses down to the lobe, to your neck. He loves the feel of goosebumps rising against his lips.

"I love you, too," you respond as you have a thousand times before. Maybe more. He stopped counting when he was sure you'd never stop.

"How much?" He prompts, hungry for more. Your praise and assurance after a moment of such uncertainty has only made him desperate for more. He wants to wring more pretty words of admiration from you, hear more of just how good he is to you.

He can't help but color your answer with a slip of his hand between your thighs, toying with your clit.

The touch earns a shivering sigh from you. "So much. More than I can stand sometimes," you say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"I thought you'd be scared of me after seeing what you saw... What I'm capable of," he murmurs, pillowing the reminder with deft, wet fingers. "Are you?"

You shake your head. "No, m'not, mmm... You'd never hurt me," you say, breath hitching as his fingers slip in further, fingertips stroking the lips of your pussy.

"Never," he echoes, his other hand slotting over your throat just to feel each noise you make. He pulls you back flush to his body, presses his hardening cock to the curve of your ass with his a shaky groan. "I liked it," you admit quieter, moaning when he slides his middle finger inside you. The confession stirs something primal in him, makes him growl out a rough little noise against your skin, grinding his cock into you.

"I wanted to rip his fucking guts out for touching you," he says, working another finger into you, savoring the slick, velvet feel of you around them. "For trying to take you from me." His words make your cunt quiver. He can't help himself, has to pull them from you just to taste you, sucking the nectarine sweet flavor from his fingers, rolling his tongue between them, hungry for every ounce of it.

He moans around his own fingers when you reach back and take his cock firmly in your hand, jerking him slowly. "I want you inside me," you say, your legs spreading slightly, back arching into him. "Touch me until yours is the only one I remember."

Fuck. Yes, that he can do.

You let go of his cock, and he wraps an arm around your waist, guiding himself between your wet, soft thighs. You close your legs, earning a breathy noise from him as he rocks between them, the warm, wet heat of your cunt a tease along the top of his cock.

"Take me," he murmurs fervently at your ear. "Wanna be in you, feel you, fuck you, make your pussy mine."

Shuddering against him, you reach down between your legs. Pressing your fingers to the underside of his cock, you push it up as he moves forward, the thick head of it catching on your entrance and splitting you open in one long, slow thrust.

Christ, you're so fucking tight. He can feel your muscles contracting, flexing, pulling him deeper. Your cunt feels made for him.

No one will ever take you away from him.

His right hand goes across your chest, cupping your left breast and rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger while he braces you tighter to him. He rolls his hips slowly at first, relishing the tight, slippery pull of your cunt before he begins to pick up a proper pace.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He grits out, the slap of naked skin against skin loud in the shower. "Tell me how good it feels."

"Feels like being fucked by the fucking sun," you moan, gripping his arms, useless for anything other than taking his cock when he holds you like this. "Hot, you're so hot inside me, and I can feel... I can feel you holding back, it's like you're vibrating," you say, voice catching with every solid thrust. "It's like... it's like getting as much as I can take from something so much bigger than me."

He doesn't know what he expected to hear, but it isn't that. The idea that you can feel the true gravity of his power behind each restrained thrust drives him wild, makes him want to give you more, but he knows he can't. Not without breaking you. Sweet, frail, human thing that you are.

If he could, he would break you apart, fuck you until you fall to pieces in his hands, and then he would put every single fragment back where it belongs, but he can't. If he breaks you, he will lose you.

He needs you to survive him.

"Fuck, fuck," he rasps, holding you that slight bit tighter, lifting you nearly off your feet as he arches his back, lifting and dropping you onto every thrust of his hips. "M'gonna come," he says, voice reedy. "Come with me, let me feel you. I know you're close, can fuckin' feel it. Touch yourself for me, sweetheart."

Immediately, you drop a hand to your clit, the tips of your fingers brushing where he's pounding into you. The touch must be electric because you jolt against him. "I am, I am," you whine, rubbing yourself, the pleasure making you squirm.

"M'gonna count us down, alright? And you, mmmgh, you're gonna come with me," he says, already fighting to hold himself back. Your cunt is only getting tighter the closer to release you get, making it hard for him to stay focused.

"Five... four," he manages to say, desperately holding onto his final tethers of control. You're beyond speech now, reduced to nothing more than desperate, needy noises as you finger your clit, not even bothering to try and hold yourself up while Homelander mercilessly bounces you on his cock,

"Three... two..." His words are strained, balls drawn up tight, cock throbbing in the slick grip of your cunt. He needs to come so bad it makes his toes curl, but he won't let go until he feels you coming undone.

"One..."

One, two, three more thrusts, and you're screaming his name, knees curling up, your whole body tightening like a vice. The spasm of your orgasm rips his clean out of him, has him gasping into the crook of your neck.

He comes so hard his vision goes white, every movement halting, his focus purely on the ardent pounds of his cock emptying deep inside you, flooding you so thoroughly that the excess spill back down his shaft, his balls, mingling with the hot water and making him shiver from head to toe.

When he can, he takes in a deep, shuddering breath, easing his hold on you, though not by much. You're all but limp in his arms, panting, head lolled back against his shoulder. He lets the water run on the two of you a little while longer, savoring the aftershocks of your release before gingerly slipping out of you.

Carefully, he rubs the water between your thighs, tenderly cleaning you, kissing your neck, your shoulder.

"That was..." You trail off, words half slurred, and then you just laugh softly, the marvel clear in your voice.

He laughs, too, his own voice frayed. "Sure was."

The two of you put as much effort as it takes to get dry before making your way to bed, slipping beneath the cool sheets and rapidly warming them with your bodies, Homelander's in particular. He's always run hot, and you seem extra appreciative for it tonight, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his arms.

"I love you," you mumble sweetly.

Homelander draws the covers up over your shoulders before slipping his arm around you, drawing you into the warm, safe circle of his arms. "And I love you," he purrs, gently rolling his knuckles up and down your back.

You look peaceful, he thinks, watching as you begin to drift to sleep. He's sure it helps that he wore you out so thoroughly, but still, he'd anticipated that the shock of the evening would still have you worked up. It could be that you're still processing, that the trauma will return in nightmares that follow you into the night.

Maybe the threat of a rat simply makes less of an impact when you're cradled in the jaws of a lion.

Regardless, should you sleep fitfully or peacefully, he will be here.

No force in this would can keep him from you.

#homelander x you #homelander x reader #i blacked out and wrote 85% of this yesterday #i desperately wanted to finish it but had plans fghjkl #anyways wow! a brief reprieve from my writers block?? a temporary break in the dam????#i had so much fun writing this either way #thank you for sending this!!#not proofread we die like men #my writing #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #smut

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corrodedcoughin · 22 days

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this is dumb but you mentioned in ur tags you dont want nipple piercings cuz they could mess with resuscitation but fun fact! cpr and aed training includes how to resuscitate someone with nipple piercings and you just. go around its super easy no ripping of piercings out necessary

Is it dumb if you made me laugh? Is it dumb if you brought joy into my day? Is it dumb for informing me on my future nipple decisions? I think not. You have helped not only me, but all other nipple owners reading this

#you really did make me smile though so thank you #this was a factor in me not going ahead with it #the others being that they are apparently horrific to heal #and I don’t know if I can cope with the constant anxiety of doing something that will put me back at square one for healing #the thing is I only want one and they look so cool #god dam anon you got me back in the thought process for this #(I love you )

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caelanglang · 1 year

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hi me again i think i come to your page at leaast once a day bc the way you draw chuuya and dazai is so floofy im talking about the hair to the eyes to just everything they exude such warmth <3<3<3

omg that's so sweet of you!!! T-T I needed these kind words today thank you so so much! I really appreciate it <3 your support and visits mean a lot 🥹❤️

#hello sweet soul from the internet #im sorry im going thru what they call dealing with heartless reporters who delete credits to my work on the internet atm #so hearing that someone purposely visits my blog means so dam much to me rn thank you. thank you #inbox #fav inbox

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vampirechatroom · 1 year

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Tell me about river restoration!

river restoration is soo cool and important!! dams, levees, and other human-made structures really, really decimate river ecology, and therefore the entire ecosystem. they fragment rivers and destroy their natural function. here in the pacific northwest, species like salmon and orca have been enormously negatively impacted by dammed rivers, not to mention the cultural impact to peoples who have held deep reciprocal relationships with rivers for thousands of years.

one of the best things we can do to restore a river's health is to remove dams. this helps de-channelize rivers (makes them less deep/narrow) and restores downstream sediment flow, floodplains, and access for migratory species like salmonids. the elwha river is an amazing example of how dam removal can positively impact an ecosystem. we're still fighting for the removal of the lower four snake river dams, a series of outdated and largely useless dams that are heavily impeding salmon migration and have caused a significant decline in the returning salmon population. unfortunately the bonneville power administration, alongside agricultural shipping and other corporate interests, have a stranglehold on the river.

in a world racked by mass extinction and corporate domination of natural resources, free rivers are one of the ways that we can help restore precious ecosystems before it's too late. human control of rivers is deeply rooted in capitalist white supremacy and must be abolished.

#thank you so much for asking omg i love to talk about rivers #there are also a ton of international examples of how dams are horrible particularly in pakistan #ecology

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plugnuts · 1 year

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I'm kinda curious to know your favorite ship dynamic (or dynamics!!)

Friends to lovers for sure!

As an aroace person myself I need SOME kind of positive dynamic already in place, and if they’re friends it’s just so easy to think of them as something more, y’know? It’s about the slow realisation that the person you’ve been friends with for so long, who’s been with you through thick and thin actually means so much more to you. The realisation that brings down an intense weight upon the one who realises, the thought that if this doesn’t go right then everything could be ruined.

Emotions, feelings, they all get thrown into the balance and that’s everything to me. Especially if they’re just. Normal friends at the start of the story. Then something big happens that throws everything off, feelings are realised, and then everything is Different. That’s where it is AT.

Even in a story where a pair isn’t friends at first! As long as they become friends and build from there it’s great. There just needs to be some kind of positive buildup for it to work.

Spiralling off a bit, but for me to ship a ship they need to have positive interactions. They need to be friends. Need to bounce off each other in a way that’s not malicious. This is why enemies to lovers doesn’t work for me. I’d never be able to understand how people can ship two people who hate/are against each other because there’s just. Nothing positive to build on lol.

#ask #nonoiswearidraw21 #ship dynamics #ofc I can read a whole lot of dynamics and stuff but friends to lovers. is so soft and means so much to me #friends to lovers can just be used in SO many ways #it can be the main dymanic whilst having others just woven in y’know?#like having a long time friend -> breaking off said friendship -> then just feeling the LONGING and the PAIN of losing what you had and #realising what could’ve been simply through the loss so you rekindle what was lost and find something new #fUCK I could go on and on but I’d just bore people if so #this is why style is one of the ships ever because there is LONGING and CLOSENESS #they are lost without the other and that is CANONICAL!!#and creek may have started off with fighting (etl territory) but it was all fake and made up they didn’t actually hate each other #they built a friendship from the lies and deceit and were (regrettably) pushed into a relationship #BUT they made it work!! why? because of the BOND they share #fuck lord help me here #it’s like with bunny and how Kenny is the ONLY person butters has NOTHING against!! he RESPECTS Kenny!!#and!!! TWYLE!! tweek has ALL the qualities kyle looks for in a friend HELLO???#I could go on and on but I’ll stop there #thank you so much for the ask and I hope you’ll forgive my rambling <3 #(this was hard to type bc cold hands but cold hands be dammed when passion is involved)

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kirbyddd · 8 months

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Daina Chiba i love u but your obsession with anglicizing terminology is bordering insanity, like youre surpassing 4-kids levels of obsession

there are plenty of times when it makes perfect sense to just use a straightforward translation over the japanese lingo that's esoteric even in its own language

but there reaches a point when making up a bs english term is no more meaningful or easy to remember than the traditional term. "protoruns?" what the hell are you talking about? at least with taatsu some people will know what you mean

when it comes to abstract concepts that can't be summed up by an everyday word and have to be referred to with an original term, there's no longer any reason to translate them or even grounds to base a translation on... youre just replacing one made-up term with another

youre just sanitizing at this point, not translating barkbarkbarkbark

#i may not look it but im a translator too yknow and a game rules translator at that too!#i know the struggles of translating ruleset terminology #the struggle of having to distinguish the purpose and carried meaning of terms and how to represent them in another language #so i really mean it when i say..... got dam son #you not only lost sight of the translator's creed but the game designer's and teacher's creeds as well #youre lost in the decision of “must. make. english. terms.” to the point of forgetting why english terms even mattered in the first place #when theyre not even improving clarity or readability anymore.... what are you even doing? just butchering someone else's ideas #anyways.... i guess even if it's riichi mahjong this is still game design ranting #and translation ranting #love u Chiba-san much thanks and respect for your contribution to global Riichi education but got dam u straight got lost in the sauce #“protoruns” barkbakrbarkbakrkbakrbark im not gonna get over that one #what's next... are you gonna call han and fu Payout and Bonus... is yakuman gonna be Jackpot?#please dont do that please dont actually do that #are u gonna turn nine gates into nine drive-thrus hvtjsksgfhbd

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paunchsalazar · 1 year

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how do you choose the books you read?

Current nightstand books include -

Shuna's Journey by Hayao Miyazaki

Spinning by Tillie Walden

Nana by Ai Yazawa

My Name is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout

My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante

Dragon Keeper by Robin Hobb

The Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice

It’s sometimes following a particular train of thought… but I also check out a lot of book award longlists and shortlists! The Booker Prize, the National Book Award, the Women's Prize for Fiction, etc. just to see what's out there! I also follow a few translators and authors on Instagram and Twitter and like to see what they're reading, plus friends I trust!

I like to mix it up genre-wise and usually try to have one 'classic', some sort of realistic fiction contemporary novel, some fantasy and/or sci-fi, perhaps a graphic novel, maybe a volume of a manga I've been keeping up with, and a memoir or some nonfiction on some topic of interest. This stack is a bit slim... I'm waiting on some things in the mail, but the thought process is usually the same!

#thank you!!! sorry for this video lol #and that it is in portrait mode...#reading #also sorry i move around so much dam

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wolves-in-the-world · 2 years

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I've been encouraged to share archie thoughts oh no

so. so. okay. been thinking this over because I have historically been more generous with archie (this is one of those things where the show doesn't show us the awful, just leaves us to fill in the blanks, and I automatically filled them in a very specific way), and these posts floating around are changing my mind a bit, BUT.

"That building's completely locked down. They're gonna catch her. And it's all at your door. She was perfect. You ruined her. If you'd left her alone--"

the context of this as a reaction to the fact that parker's risking her life by staying? the fact that she's putting her life in the hands of these people who archie doesn't know, hasn't vetted, doesn't trust - he's not trusting her judgement here, yes, there is a large element of not seeing her as an adult, yes, not seeing her as her own person, he needs to be snapped out of that and this episode is kind of doing that - and the ''she was perfect and you ruined her'' phrasing is really fucking ugly...

but.

he trained her not to take risks. he trained her to be safer than that. and he's kinda messed up but he does care about her, is glad for her at the end and does want her to be safe and happy, and it is terrifying in that moment to realise that she isn't (because of him). that she's choosing not to be and that he has to trust these strangers now and trust that they're good enough to see parker safely through it.

he hasn't seen what we've seen. what we've seen is several seasons of proof that the leverage team are exceptional and also, frankly, lucky. (OG leverage operates under very specific rules to maintain the optimism. doesn't mean the possibility of death isn't there. parker could've died there; we just knew it wasn't going to happen.)

this is just a feeling, but I think that archie didn't often work with others, and taught her to do the same. (and he did work with the team in the end, for her. both in the last dam job and, eventually, here: he relaxed enough, respected her and her choice of team enough, to do it. and he realised that she had good judgement.)

like… it's ugly, the way he talks about her in that scene. it's possessive and weird and parker deserves so much more than to just be his legacy. but that moment where he told nate you've killed her is possibly the one that reflects best on his character, to me, and that moment & this one are all muddled together. you've killed her. you've ruined her. she was perfect. she was meant to safe. I taught her as a child and she was never meant to die like this, what have you done?

and then that's the last of Him Being Weird that we see. it's very easy for me to see that - parker standing up to him, him shocked then re-evaluating then deciding to help out, him complimenting parker's choice of crew as he says goodbye - as a turning point in their relationship. after that, I think he respects her more as her own person than he did before.

(that is my reading of the episode that allows the last dam job etc to not Absolutely Suck.)