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sugarandspicewriting · 2 years

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Love Languages for the Counselors

A/N: Sorry Max’s is so short my brain wasn’t cooperating. Also I pulled these out of my ass when I was supposed to be sleeping enjoy <3

Ryan

~ I’m going to say quality time

~ he does that introvert thing where he just *exists* in the same room as the people he loves and it’s more than enough for him

~ that’s not to say he would never talk to you he wants to get to know you he’s just a little awkward about it

~ please help him he’s struggling

~ will eventually let you listen to his podcasts with him just don’t ask so many questions mid episode

~ he will happily clear things up for you afterwards❤️

Dylan

~ words of affirmation with a little bit of physical affection thrown in

~ ik he loves goofy pet names and probably tires to embarrass you with them while just sitting with you

~ “My cinnamon sugar apple. My honeybun sugar plum. My sweet peace of ass”

“Dylan wtf”

“Okay sorry. Can you hand me that pen over there”

~ does the traditional babe/baby too

~ also not shy to voice his love for you. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t tell you

~ likes to top off his sugary words with a peck on the cheek to leave you wanting more of him

Kaitlyn

~ Acts of service

~ In cannon she has trouble expressing herself and I think that shows in her relationships too

~ She can’t always get the words out or let herself be vulnerable but she will hold the door for you and save you a seat wherever you go

~ thank her and she’ll scoff

~ I can imagine her helping you style your hair and if it’s long she’ll chastise you and say that if you can’t handle it you should cut it short like hers

~ you never have to ask her for anything, she’ll always do whatever she can for you but she might call you stupid in the mean time

~ “here I brought you some water”

“Oh thank you that’s so sweet of you :)”

“Yeah well someone has to keep you from getting dehydrated. Now shut up and drink”

Jacob

~ do I really even have to say it

~ physical👏🏻affection👏🏻

~ once you give him the go ahead for PDA (if you are okay with it) prepare to be picked up and squeezed at any given moment

~ doesn’t matter how big you are he’s stronk

~loves kissing u. Will do it until your lips are swollen if you don’t stop him.

~I can also see him as an ass slap man if you consent to it before hand

~ if he’s wearing jeans pls put your hand in his back pocket while walking around. He’s beaming the whole time it’s so gross

~overall just a big teddy bear who will smoosh you with his man boobs if you ask

Emma

~ another words of affirmation counselor

~ she’s a little different in her approach than Dylan

~ she will use pet names if you like them but also just loves to compliment you

~ “Did you change your hair? I love it!” “You always look beautiful/handsome/attractive but you looks especially good today.” “That color looks so good on you!” That kind of stuff

~ will not be at all embarrassed to post you on her social media. Brags about you all the time actually

~ “This is my S/O! I love them and if you’re mean I’m blocking you”

~ includes you in her videos if you want to be in them

~ she’s my blorbo

Abi

~ gift giving but not in the way you might think

~ @bloodverz wrote a post about the counselors bringing you back little trinkets from hikes and stuff and I think that fits her character very well

~ “this rock made me think of you :)” you will end up with a rock collection whether you like it or not

~ I hc that she has a garden at home and she grows flowers and food for you

~ this might be more on the side of acts of service but I also see her doodling on your arms and legs if you let her. It’s a little gift to remember her by later

~ bonus points if you get something she drew on you as a tattoo she’ll be so flustered so give her some kisses

Nick

~ Another snuggly boy but less obvious that Jacob

~ pretty shy about pda

~ he’ll hold your hand, give you hugs, and give chaste kisses but that’s about it unless you want him to turn red and forget how to move and talk

~ in private he won’t let go of you

~ pulls you in his lap to get the kisses he was too shy to ask for in public

~ a hand kisser too he’ll grab your hand and kiss all your fingers wait let me stop before I need to lie down 😮‍💨

~ he runs pretty hot which can get annoying in the summer but during the winter you can latch onto him like a Koala and he won’t stop you

~ Rub your nose on his and make him blush. Do it.

Laura

~ mmmmm I’m going to go with acts of service

~ we get to see her interact with Max in the game but they’re in a dire situation most of the time

~ however idk if every relationship is strong enough that you will literally kill your camp director for but Laura did

~ she would do anything for you and she tells you that often

~ on top of that she’ll do little things for you like making your breakfast in bed once in a while

~ takes such good care of you when you’re sick she’s not leaving until you’re better

Max

~ words of affirmation

~ he loves you and he’s not afraid to shout it from the rooftops either

~ constantly reminding you how much you mean to him he’s so soft 🥹

~ I can also see him being very touchy but putting physical touch again feels like a cop out djejaodih

~ expect a good morning and good night text every day

#the quarry imagine #the quarry x reader #nick furcillo #ryan the quarry #dylan the quarry #Abi the quarry #jacob custos #kaitlyn ka #emma mountebank #the quarry #max brinly #laura kearney

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yankstrash · 6 months

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one month!!

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gabeperreault44: one month with my beauty ❤️ that book good meels?

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amelia.ln: it is very good gabriel thanks for asking

amelia.ln: ONE MONTH WOOHOOOOO!!!!

↪️ gabeperreault44: more to come?

↪️ amelia.ln: i'll get back to you on that..

↪️ gabeperreault44: please do

_willsmith2: still waiting for our anniversary post

↪️ amelia.ln: no ryan is

↪️ ryan.leno_4: yeah literally. cmon gabe

↪️ gabeperreault44: sorry sorry sorry

paulfischer7: WOAH WOAH WOAH SLOW DOWN i haven't even met her yet

↪️ amelia.ln: yet i feel like we're already besties 😌

↪️ paulfischer7: yes ma'am we are

↪️ gabeperreault44: keeping you two apart.

↪️ paulfischer7: sorry gabe too late for that

drewf2: yay

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amelia.ln: one whole month with gabriel,, this is actually kinda fun 🥰

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gabeperreault44: told ya 😏

gabeperreault44: happy one month pretty girl ❤️

↪️ amelia.ln: you are the cutest ever

ryan.leno_4: quality anniversary post. nailed it with the romantic caption

↪️ amelia.ln: thanks ryan i tried

_willvote: @ gabeperreault44 gimme some sugar

↪️ gabeperreault44: you want the lips too?

↪️ _willvote: very much so.

↪️ amelia.ln: i feel like i'm interrupting something 🫣

↪️ gabeperreault44: @ amelia.ln you are babe... mind leaving?

↪️ amelia.ln: @ gabeperreault44 OH SURE IT'S ONLY MY COMMENT SECTION

#princess!gf x gabe perreault #g + m insta edits !

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drylan · 15 days

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‘Actually a god at cooking’ Ryan 🤝 ‘his frozen waffles are still frozen but burnt at the same time’ Dylan

The first week of moving in they pretty much just exclusively ate takeout or frozen meals. It was just way, way more convenient when you're trying consolidate two completely different lives into a two bedroom apartment.

But things had settled down, only one or two small cardboard boxes remained in the spare bedroom for them to unpack. Schrodinger had finally found her favorite places to hang out around the space. Their closets were full, their furniture was combined, posters and framed pictures were also hung up.

It felt like home. And as much as they both liked greasy delivery pizza and overpriced burrito bowls, a homecooked meal would definitely be a welcome to their stomachs and wallets.

"So, how's about we stay in all tomorrow morning and I make us breakfast, hmm?" Dylan slotted on top of Ryan, cuddling him against their soft, smushy mattress.

"That would be awesome." Ryan slurred, already half-way to asleep, drifting off to the thoughts of fluffy pancakes and crisp bacon.

But he woke to the smell of, well, burning. He rolled over, missing Dylan's warmth and presence, but only fully popped upright when he heard some cursing. Yeah, uh, that mixed with the smell of burnt was not a good combination.

He flew out of bed, finding Dylan in the kitchen and, well, it was a sight to behold. His boyfriend was fantastic at a lot of things. And it turned out cooking was not one of them. At all.

Toaster waffles burnt on the edges but frozen in the middle, scrambled eggs cooked for so long they were certified rubber bullets. "Sorry, heh, I just, um, I'm not good at making stuff from scratch, you know?"

"It's fine." Ryan laughed, more amused than anything else. "I appreciate you trying, man." Which he did. And he was proud of Dylan for trying. "How about you get the coffee started, just follow the directions on the cannister, and I'll make us something?"

"Thank you." He mouth, opening the cupboard where they held their coffee beans, getting the machine ready and staring at the directions intently.

Ryan got to work, putting the destroyed food into the compost, the pan that once held eggs in it to soak, and got to work. They still had plenty of eggs left, veggies, cheese, and bacon.

He popped the bacon on a tray into the oven, then got to work slicing the veggies. Dylan watched with wide eyes as his boyfriend moved effortlessly around the kitchen. Season here. Chop there.

By the time he was done, Ryan had produced a plate for each them with a cheesy veggie omelette, bacon crisped to perfection with a brown sugar glaze, and a healthy slice of French toast.

"Wow, this is, holy shit." Dylan dug in, grinning. "It's like an orgasm in my mouth."

Ryan almost spit out his coffee at that, unable to hold back his snicker. "Damn, you're that easy, huh? Guess I know my secret weapon. Great job on the coffee, by the way."

"Aww, thanks, babe, I appreciate the consolation prize." He laughed, sneaking his foot under the table to rub at Ryan's calf. "How about this: I don't burn the kitchen down, I do the dishes, I order out for us, and-"

"Dylan, you don't have to do anything special, I love cooking for you." Ryan admitted, face a little pink. He did. It felt good to see Dylan enjoying his food so much.

"That's sweet. But I'm not done." He smirked. "And, I'll always let the waiter know if they get your order wrong."

"Deal." Ryan didn't even hesitate. It was his kryptonite, his biggest fear. Oh, he would cook a million meals if Dylan handled even half of those awkward conversations.

"Good. Thanks again, babe." Dylan smiled, foot sliding up higher, on the edge of Ryan's seat. He winked as he bit into a piece of bacon.

They really were going to stay inside all day, weren't they? God, he hoped so, with all of Dylan's touching and flirting. Ryan began to make plans for lunch and dinner in the back of his mind, wondering what food would be best for extending their stamina.

#my stuff #fanfic #ficlet #the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #drylan #rylan #radioheads

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months

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Heya King.

How's my king doing~? 😏

(I had to send in another flirt ask after the very important information you gave me last night! I had to!!! XD)

... a leery, too-pleased smirk glides across his face. Your appearance behind him caused his hat jostle on his head, making the brim fall over his eyes, but he nudges it up with his knuckles as he looks down to his shoulder, at you. Damn, this girl knows howta work me, doesn't she? "The King's doin' great now that you're here to brighten up a boring day, doll, thanks for asking."

Across from King, Ryan sighs; setting down the paperwork they had been bent over all day. "Thats it." He gets up from his seat, and you and Kingston follow him with your eyes. "Can't take any more, today. I suggest you take the rest of the day, too 'king'- looks like your lady could use a night out. Hey Sarah."

That leery smirk grows across King's face again, looking to you. Before you know it's he's stood up and twirled you around in his arms; flashing sharp teeth in a dangerous grin that could almost be construed as scary, if you didn't know him the way you do. Its cute though, because the words to come out of his mouth next are almost certainly not going to be dangerous or scary in any way. "Looks like my day's just freed up. You wanna catch a movie, babe? I'll buy the popcorn~ Even put a little icing sugar on it, like the cinema pro I am~ "

#YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KINGSTON FLIRT ASK!!!! XD #i dont think i got king or ryan perfect here but good enough for 7 in the morning!! 😅😆#i didnt wanna leave you hanging for too long on this one! 💛

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plasticfangtastic · 10 months

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Can We Be Lonely Together? Ch. 12 Part 1/3

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fic

This is a GN reader fic and a supe! reader fic, male leaning but don't worry.

Author's note: This chapter was about 60 pages long in my google docs, so I had to divide this into parts to make it easier for digestion. previous chapters in my blog under #my fic tag or #Can We be lonely together? tag will try posting part 2 soon.

30/7 update-- part 2 has been posted already

R18+ blood mention, smut, bottom Homelander (Pick your own adventure there: Pegging if you're AFAB, Bareback if you're AMAB and Fisting if you're catholic), cheating, mild exhibitionism, Homie OOC with Ashley.

Chapter 12

Limerence

He should’ve taken a leave of absence for the day, your scent– his cologne for this evening, the moment Ashley had come by to pick Ryan and take him to school– you had jumped him.

Breakfast hadn’t satiated your appetite, your mouth wrapped on his salty shaft, head bobbing, your tongue needy watching him gasp, stilting sharp moans as Homelander was pinned firmly against the entrance, one hand cupping your head helping to kept your rhythm.

“Fuckkk…ahh– damn babe.”

His taste was delicious, far too much sea water had soaked him, his jockstrap pushed aside as his free hand moved to lower his pants further, you giggled at the sight of his own-branded underwear staring at you.

His mind absent from the room, his thoughts consumed by your hands pumping his cock, as your mouth sucked roughly at his sensitive tip, his leg instinctively lifting lightly whimpering as your mouth licked his taint, but you never put his knee on your shoulder to make way to his special place.

Never once touching him, he could feel his bussy puckering with anticipation but you avoided pleasing him, your nails scratching at his cheeks, your attention solely on the tip of his cock by the end of the short session, you swallowed not even keeping up the lecherous sight behind tight lip grins for him to admire.

He stroked his chin thinking of that quick peck on his cheek before you headed for work, citing that a Sister Sage’s case was time sensitive.

Now he sat in a room with The Seven discussing an the upcoming nationwide campaign for Vought-A-Burger new healthy menu choices– after much criticism for their restaurants infamously high-caloric menu, excess advertising towards children and lack of health-conscious menu options– the company caved in and decided to introduced some new options… including a Vegan burger.

Homelander was to be the face of that portobello monstrosity, something about capitalizing on this new hip dad image, the boardroom had been filled with concept art for billboards with each member of the Seven being given their own sponsored signature item.

The smell was nauseating, staring back at a sample burger sitting before him, he must’ve felt sick to have sunk his teeth on the burger, earning strange looks from A-Train and Deep as he gave it a couple chews.

Portobello cap, gluten free burger roll with black sesame seeds, vegan herb mayo, lettuce, tomato, red onions and vegan jack cheese... each ingredient puked in his tongue.

He scooted his chair, letting it whinge and squeak as he took Deep’s side, taking his hand and forcing it open, spitting the remnants of his food.

“No.”

“Sorry?” The head of the Restaurant division pet asked– Is something wrong with 'the Seven Greens'?”

“You are not serving this fucking garbage. The herb mayo is slurry goop and the terragon was a bigger mistake than your conception! The jack cheese is ashy! The bread has no flavor yet it's 3 spoonfuls of sugar somehow!! This is a fast food joint, casual or not!– These caps are going to be sitting on the ovens for hours!! Who the fuck wants to eat suggy shrooms!?” He threw the burger so fast its components failed to separate until they smacked the wall– the terragon on the herb fries, again what the fuck… the Maeve Shake is not under 120 calories is at least 300 so that’s a lawsuit in the making” he spat– just make it into a beetroom, blackcurrant and cherry smoothie– things that Maeve liked! Not just vegan strawberry “ice cream” with a raspberry swirl… not even a sorbet?” He looks at the rest of the menu– Is trash. Do it again.”

“Homelander sir this are to be launched in two months we have–

Ashley interrupted trying to calm the beast.

“No. Not going to sell this garbage… fix the fucking shake, make the chips steakhouse cut, take the terragon off the herb mix, the chicken burger should have shredded carrot, cabbage, beets and avocado not just avocado and lettuce to call itself healthy! Put brie on the grill chicken burger– the vegan swiss is stupid! And I dunno make a fucking indian inspired veggie patty something with fucking flavour to replace the soggy shit puck!!”

He catches himself feeling their distress, their stares jabbing at his sides. It took him a second to notice that after a lifetime of indifference for food, there he was caring. Homelander thought of you again, of all the places you’d dragged him and Ryan to try, of all the dishes you made and books on food you read by his side— he had picked up on how much you’ve cared about food, thinking of that only time you eat at Vought-A-Burger, it’d been a lazy after school dinner with Ryan’s friends, while the kids whose names he struggled to memorized ate happily, you struggled to swallow the Big Homie Jr. even the fries squeezed your face… and you ate from gray water hot dog carts and dingy restaurants... he wanted at least his burger to make you happy.

Your muffin quiches tasted a dozen times better, he stood up heading to the small trolley by the entrance, pretending to ignore their stares as he served himself a glass of scotch.

“Bring that garbage back in here and I’ll rip your tongue– you sure as fuck don’t use it.” his tongue barely tingles at the booze– Ashley… have this replaced with some malt blend… this is just… water.” The bottle was 200 dollars but it ended up in the rubbish bin regardless– He stood in front of the man spearheading the project– love the ads, cute. You did a great job there but I’ll keep this thing frozen until you bring me actual food.”

He stared at the concept posters, his worst smile.

The sleep deprivation getting to him but seeing his photoshop mug disgusted him.

The night still young, he found himself back in the tower you wouldn't be back for another forty minutes at the earliest, the entire tower had been ingrained in his feet, for each movement felt automatic, his hand already knocking on Firecracker’s door, she was eager to get back on his good sides– he was angry at you.

It was easy.

It felt good to not manhandle with care, this one’s body sturdier than your glass shell.

Both never made it to the bedroom, she straddle his hips right in the living room, his pants shimmied down his hips, not even given a change to take his gloves off, the redhead’s sounds obscenely pornographic, pulling her for a kiss wanting to feel her desire, John wanted to be fed. Her resistance, and desire to simply finish herself made for poor kisses, his head began to cool down giving himself a moment to scan her apartment, it had been Starlight’s in the past but repainted to fit this girl’s new image.

It was messy, it felt cluttered in a bad way, he scanned the kitchen to find her fridge… empty, just takeaway containers and craft beers.

“Do you cook?” He said without meaning to speak.

She slowed down with a confused look, this was rude to ask mid coitus.

“No, baby… I don’t have time…ahh… that’s what the cooks are for.”

He forced a chuckle trying to bring back the mood, pulling her closer.

She winced, pushing him instinctively as his teeth nibbled at her ribs, her hand covering the bruised and bleeding spot– he had just suckled like he had always had with you.

Call it clarity, if you like.

His brother drifted back.

“I. Hate. You.”

His reflection watched him from the TV screen.

She could never move him like the way you did, the way your hands pulled him into the center of your vortex, he tried holding this one gently but she was frightened swallowing and forcing herself to smile, as if the deep purple bruise at her side did not stung– accepting that the difference in strength was far greater than anticipated.

He pulled out. Not angry but upset, heading to the kitchen to take some water, a kitchen sink full of plates, the stench of rotting food on the drain reeked, and not a single glass that passed his standards. You always took care of this sanctum, the fridge had at least bottled water but as he stared at the fridge– so bare, such a cumbersome appliance if not used properly.

Looking at the eager lady peeking from the corner.

“You can’t hate me” he thought trying to sound confident– "you love me… you always have loved me.”

The shape of him looked away, wishing it wasn’t confined to chrome doors.

“How could I love you? you’re a selfish manchild! You take and take and never stop appreciating all the great things I do for you!!”

“I was the one who brought them to us!!” The bottle bursted in his fist.

“You are a disgrace. I hate you… I wish… I wish… I wish I could be apart from you.”

His eyes stung, his hands moving to take the nearest cloth to try to clean up his mess.

“You don’t mean it… Y/N is just a fling to us… they’ll hate us eventually… they’ll lie to us… they lied to us about Teddy! What else has the bitch lied about!”

“And they had to stumble about us on their own… has Y/N even said anything about it? Does Y/N pitied us? Not even a peep! We were forgiven” his voice broke– John… they gave us our mother back. For us. For you to have a family, even if it didn’t work out! You think she would?”

He stood up squeezing the damped cloth over the sink.

“You know the reason I texted you the other week… is that… I can’t take the primrose path now that I have a child. Is this serious to you? If you seek dalliances I’m not in the market… You’re cute and I thought I could come back and make sense of this.”

John could only stand and watch.

“We barely know each other…” her nervousness hid poorly– I… I’d like to meet your boy one day.” Her heart rate said otherwise.

You had jumped straight into the parental role without a fuss, smoothly accommodating everything for Ryan in your routine.

“Do you have a big family? Do you think of yourself as a family woman or a career woman?”

“I have a sister… is… is everything alright?” dodging the question, he scowled.

“I only have my son… I want somebody who wants to be in his life just as much as they want to be in mine.”

Her eyes pacing around the room, looking for the perfect answer and then Homelander gave the controls back to John.

He had evened the field, John counted the seconds. Too long… it wasn’t quick enough– before her protest could begin he had already left.

Homelander was ignored, his own brother had left him on read.

He let the whisky simmer in his tongue until its flavor was just a pleasant burn with a disagreeable aftertaste.

“Ashley… could you be so kind as to have somebody buy cat supplies and send them to my penthouse.” His tone shook her more than anything he had ever done in their years of working together, it was genuinely calm, his defeated expression out of place, he turned to her, handing her the glass quite tenderly– is a surprise for Ryan. Find me the biggest cat tree you can find. My lil' champ wants two. If you need assistance with dealing with my demands for this project, just take whomever you might need so we can meet the deadline.”

Ashley blushed as his hand petted her shoulder it wasn’t that rough overfamiliarity aiming to reduce her, it was fatherly– jumping as that solemn expression took a hold in his chiseled features, in the past she agreed with the general public on the fact Homelander was good looking, experience flushed all lustful thought out her system, but as he started parting she couldn’t help but think he looked… edible.

“We should aim to be the next Shakeshack not freaking Burger King!”

Metal doors slammed shut behind him, leaving the more senior members stunted.

“Kittens…? Ashley's mouth shaped the word looking at A-Train and Deep for confirmation– Was that real?”

Staring now down at the cup, she wondered if this was an unknown side effect.

Heading down to your floor. Your timing perpetually impecable– a couple folders on your arms, your sleeve coming undone, and your backpack hanging by your elbow, your hair stuck tightly behind your ear, as per instruction you made eye contact for a short second readying to provides formal courtesy-- as if he was living on borrowed time Homelander took you by the elbow, forcing you to follow him until he spotted an empty office, jamming a desk chair under the handle.

Before he could even mutter a word, you’ve already wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lips interlocking, glad he could hold his breath for a long time, but at the mercy of your tongue he gasped into your lips, his body palpitating against yours, feeling his crotch squeeze tight inside his cup.

Thinking solely of this morning’s unfulfillment.

“You wanna get me in trouble don’tcha?” You whisper giddily, stroking his chest trying to pin him further against the door, he puts up some resistance but he can’t say no to your incessant playful kisses– though we weren’t supposed to be public.”

“Just disciplining the maid…” a sharp sneer looked back at you– maybe I wanna give you my demands for tonight's dinner, instead of a caning on this tight little butt.”

Kissing your nose.

“But I am off-work hours… still got my part-time job… so are you disciplining me for my performance?”

“you’re one of my favorite employees.” he grinded at your body, pushing your hips against him– leave work early today… I promise I’ll have a surprise for you. Go pick up Ryan, let's give Ashley a break– you’re going to love it.”

He spoke with a mellow tone, behind his next kiss there’s that’s strange flavor still lingering in his tongue.

“I have an important appointment today but I can be home before five.”

You expected a grimace, that little shaky thing he did with his jaw or complete utter disbelief that you would say no to the Homelander of all people, but instead all you got was a slight ‘oh…’ and a shrug.

“As Long as you’re home early that’s okie dokie.”

Kissing your forehead, there’s something pensive in his sight but his mind was calm, he had already accepted your demands, a quake of anxiety shook you to your core as you found this path of least resistance, using your body to buy his permission slip was the plan but here he was giving you blessings as the merciful god he was. Your body flushed as you saw his present, he had no plan for the acquisitions but a cat was a cat, all he wanted was to see both your faces beaming expecting praises.

Who was this man?

John?

Homelander?

The anticipation buggered your stomach, your hands planted firmly on his chest. Perhaps it was the booze– a natural weakness? For he had avoided drinking his entire life for a reason until your argument– had this been a side-effect? Just some strong whisky and he was mellow and pliable. You kissed him more, afraid that this was an act, that he somehow had managed to bypass your powers and had been counting your final minutes.

He gave in easily, letting you lead this dance, wanton in his short moans, bodies who had caught a glimpse of the sight had begun clearing the space awaiting for the moment, something broke loudly, awaiting to inform the janitor, and the owner of this room had already been forcibly dragged away from their office, already lamenting unseen damages to his furnishing, this must’ve been a supervisor or manager office for he at least had a small entertainment area, nothing but a two-seater couch facing two stuffy chairs and the smallest coffee table he could fit snugly in the space.

Homelander letting himself be thrown against the couch, squeaking under him– watching him so complacent made you tingle, this was delectable, licking your lips impatiently as you pull the tight fabric around his hips made your whole body flush, this was a difficult but with just a tug on his own you saw the white thin fabric gently wrapping his girthy member, hovering above the seat he awkwardly removes his bottoms– this wouldn’t be a pump-and-go.

You wasted no time to take a still floating leg to plant nibbles, tongue tracing his sartorius, each muscle a scientific marble, each bite harder than the one before, teeth bitter at their inability to brand him, frantically doing their earnest to leave any proof you existed on him, his hand take your head, holding it as you build your way to his favorite bit.

“Fuck me.”

You raise your brows, surprise at the neediness in his voice, a sharp whine as he pulled you towards him, lines of drool connecting each other, allowing his hand to guide you where he wanted you, pressing your nose straight into his crotch basking in the gentle clean musk, dawning on you how quiet the voices became as you gave him all your attention, your tongue flicking the fabric, watching it stretch and stain around the head, lips sucking the sticky fabric clean much to his delight, his whole body twitching at your affections, his thumb stroking your earlobe, aching to pull you closer.

“Such a naughty boy… the whole floor will find out.”

“I like hearing you sing” he strained a laugh, pulling you with controlled force, your body plopping atop of his chest– I’ll behave.”

His tongue finds a home in your mouth, a nip at your lip and he flavors this risky kiss, voices getting closer to the door, their minds alerted but his made you flustered, his desire and request, wallowing in indecent desires… he meant it.

A lonely leg locks around your hips.

“So fuck me.”

His eyes traveled to your backpack, a frightening chuckle escaped his lips.

“Or are those not for me?”

“I was gonna bribe you, so you would let me out of the house past curfew.”

He was satisfied with your answer.

Coming undone as he starts, just a flurry of kisses and touches, a coffee table is kicked aside, unsure as to how you ended up with such perfect sight, taunting you– at least the sound of your slap on his ass wasn’t diminished by the kevlar skin. Your tongue placing long wet licks, traveling up and down his taint, sucking gently on his balls, earning muffled groans, your fingers milking him, squeezing his shaft as Homelander coats your palm with pre-cum, his hand reaching after yours, whining until your fingers interlock.

This was bribery, to wash away your suspicions– as if this wasn’t more suspicious.

Testing how far he was willing to go, testing himself.

His hole was wet, hot and needy, your finger had thoroughly opened it, stretching and squelching around your fingers, feeling the wet velvety walls pruning your fingers, each wet gurgle titillating, making you swallow the pools of drool drowning your mouth– forcing him open more and more, licking as your fingers retracted, making sure he felt loved, within him a hole eager to be filled, you could only dream of seeing him like this.

“Michelangelo couldn’t do you justice”

His ass was a whole bakery, round, perfect, more than two handfuls, bouncing perfectly as your hips smack together.

His gloved hands pulled at the pillowy bottom, framing his wet sopping hole, taking each nalga with difficulty.

“You’re sucking me so greedily.”

A breathtaking nervousness took over, the back of his neck a perfect shade of coral, tiny droplets of sweat down his temple as he muffled moans into his forearm, his body shuddering as you plunge deeper, assaulting his prostate just the way he craved.

Whether it was a strap on, cock or a fist it wouldn’t have matter, all he wanted was to feel full, his ass backing into you begging you to go faster, his hips moving on their own in between your gasps, Homelander was tight and wet, grunting and whimpering as you slapped, the bounce driving you insane.

“My perfect boy… fuckkk… you’re so fucking good… acting like a bitch in heat for me… ahh”

He bit his lip arching his back to catch a better look of your face, his cock bouncing up and down, looking at all the people around, looking at all this people who could catch him, who would drop dead if they saw him, his cock about to burst, his hand pumping furiously wanting to baptize this office room.

“Your fucking drooling, John. Who fucking taught you this? Have you been sharing this perfect ass? Or are you not a good boy?”

You whispered, your words purring in his ear drums

“No!!” Homelander heaved into your arm– I… I am a… ahh”

“I know you’re my good boy… my sweet sweet boy… this… this is all our hard work. Am I better than that toy?”

Homelander nodded, backing against your hips, wanting you deeper than anything had ever been, further than his fingers or his toy had ever reached.

Gulping and hishing unable to control the arousal in his prick, wanting to be filled more with praise and your heat.

“You.. You’re really bad at di-dirty talk.”

“Yeh.”

You both laughed lightly. Watching carefully as you could feel him tightening around you, the sounds drawn out more obscene filling all these walls with irresponsible luxuria, he was a greedy man in all manners.

Whining as pumped harshly, this american flag a hindrance– paining you to removed your hands off his hips, the warmth in the below your belly button increasing, your mind clearing as your orgasm edged closer, pulling on his flag to urge him to turn, you wanted to see his face twist and contort as you fucked the cum out of him.

Your hips sore, and your knees and feet losing footing, drool down his chin but he graciously turned around, maneuvering your body like the rag-doll you were until he was sitting atop of you, his ass rubbing what brought him so much pleasure seconds ago, hissing as he straddle himself and held you in place, gasping as the faceless mob got closer and closer to the door, all it would take was one curious idjit, and the whole world would know how perverted he was, nude fingers guided you back inside.

Your body engulfed in flame, your skin prickly with its heat.

“I love you.” you hissed– fuckkkk… I love you! you bastard! Only you!!”

“Just me?” He lifted your chin, his thumb brushing your lip– until the day you die?”

“Even in hell… ahh”

As his weight slapped your naked hips, you leaned with all your might pulling him into a kiss, finishing as your tongues interlocked, your mouths pools of spit, moaning desperately as your brain and body was hit by electric waves of pleasure, your mind going blank, shuddering against him, he moved so fast– not even enough time to note your hand wrapped around his cock beneath his palm, he pumped until hot white cum stained your dress shirt.

Looking at you with a sly grin and sleepy eyes, bouncing on your hips, groaning and moaning louder and louder thinking of dragging you so far into a scandal you could never be seen in public, he could sell it and gain a new audience– you not so much. He would own you, pumping his cock just to push every last drop, hissing as it burned good, his stomach boiling, swaying his hips in ways his toy could never get out of him, all the men that had grazed his bed, nothing but fantasies, none had touched him there until you arrived.

You felt safe.

No man could ever touch him nor woman could see him like this, back when Maeve could make him laugh he wouldn’t have minded, tho.

You pulled his hair, eyes falling for each other once more.

“Only think of me. Just me…” You gasped, your body trembling, planting short kisses all over his face– John…”

He wondered if his face had looked distracted, but he could only groan against your lips, your arms coiled around his shape, wishing to tear off his suit, he could smell your orgasm, smell your brain filling you with dopamine and adrenaline, feeling the short trusts as your hips twitched.

Always so thick, your fingers thoroughly coated with his prized seed– a waste, you thought.

He felt atop of you, John mind just a pool of pleasure, he finally understood why his brother enjoyed this fixation, he felt filled, an inescapable suffusion, letting you stay inside until his own body winced at the discomfort, with a wet hiss he let you go, kissing you with his hand tight around your neck.

He marked you, biting and licking at your neck and face, briefly considering to allow your skin to heal, old bruises decorated all of you, fingerprints all around your hips and scabbed half-moon bites on your shoulders– Now he knew Firecracker would never accept John or Homelander creative endeavors, sensing wounded muscle around a leathered grip, but you didn’t complain-- your pain tolerance admirable.

“If you aren’t home by five…”

“Promise me it’ll be my turn when I get home.”

“I’m going to breed you– the only bitch in heat here is you, pumpkin.”

“I better not even remember my own name afterwards….”

“You only need mine-- just me, my love.”

“I was foolish to think I needed it otherwise, mi sol.” you laughed at the corniness of it all.

Your guts had began to communicate in klingon, twisting and screaming louder than your anxiety as you approached the historical building, only one more other office space occupied the building, most of its life within the few businesses operating at its base, and a singular tax office on the third floor, something about the current war for the right to purchase the building had made it difficult to maintain business in the Flatiron– one small office had been turned into a makeshift apartment fitting for New York.

#Homelander #Homelander fanfic #The Boys fanfic #my fic tag #can we be lonely together?#homelander x reader #homelander x you #I'm a Homelander X Ashley shipper so I can't write the abuse am sorry.#I'm ESL sorry #will post part 2 soon not joking about the page count

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butmakeitgayblog · 9 months

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Dude, I forgot to tell you that, during the weekend I discovered the movie City of Angels is a remake of a german movie from the ‘80s called Der Himmer Über Berlin (wings of desire for the US translation) that even has a sequel and it send me to a quest to find them with no such luck so far.

Of course, me being me, I both watched the ‘98 one and read your fic (again) and let me tell you, babe, no disrespect to the movie but your story made me feel all the feelings I didn’t get watching that version (except for the ending). That soundtrack on the other hand? Hit after hit and 💯

I mean, between chapters 4-6?? I was A Mess. That angst could only come from you and damn you, you earned those tears with your beautiful writing. Meg Ryan and Nick Cage are good but Angel Lexa and sugar momma dr.Clarke are creations too precious for this world.

So, I’m gonna spend the day reading your CoA tags while listening to the OST in your honor.

And if you know where can I watch the original version let me know, please 😬

I??? Had no idea there was another movie so I'm as stumped as you are 🥴

And thank you 🥹 I'm spoiled with kindness today I don't even know what to say. Just that I'm really glad you liked it and that it'll always blow me away that any of you guys take the time to not only read, but reread this stuff. Wild. Thank you for this lovely, it's been a rough day and I needed these kind messages 💕

#gabywithoutthedollhouse #CoA #nice things

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rottedsaint · 1 year

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"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME ?"

★ nicknames and petnames everything about em!

Conran Lundberg

when conran helped in the child hospital, he's been called other names than his given one.

including: conner and connie

his favorite petnames to be called are: babe, darling, and love (he's a basic guy)

Dorian Bianchi

doesn't mind what you call him as long as you call him

has been called 'ria' before and felt fluttery the whole day (was also called Rian pronounces 'ryan'.... he likes this as well)

his favorite petnames to be called are: baby, love, angel, darling, sugar, honey, (any of em really)

Alacrity

this one adores what ever you call him, and this information can be used as you please

has been called Allan, Allie, Larry (didn't like this one)

he was called kitty by one of the performers and took to it. but, if you were to call him this he is goop in your hands ☹️

now, with pet names he doesn't care, again as long as you talk to him he doesn't care what you call him, you could call him a whore and he'd be rubbing himself over you like a cat

Hanja Jabari Abara

was given the nickname 'han han' as a child and holds it close to her heart. hasn't been called this since grade school. she will freeze & tear up a bit if you call her this one day out of the blue

she likes to call you by your name and hopes you call her by hers but she likes to be called pretty girl, even better if you say 'my pretty girl'

Benislava Pavlovič

most of the time her nickname is already 'beni' and her friends call her 'big sis or mom' as a joke.

adores being called angel or beloved she loves those two and she's also one to use petnames from her mother tongue

#conran my oc #dorian my oc #alacrity my oc #hanja my oc #benislava my oc

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castle-dominion · 7 months

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Everyone should read dustjackets

Kate's breakfast is a grande skim latte with two pumps of sugar-free vanilla and a bearclaw (so much for the sugar-free). Not only are the team called out at midnight (1x08), they're also called at dawn (1x05) and now on Sunday. Seriously, NYPD needs to hire some more homicide cops. (I mean, this is what foodservice on-call shifts are like too babes) Is Kate really Castlefreak1212 or Castlelover45? You decide. Sorenson and Kate 'dated' for six months, then he took a promotion and transfer to the Boston field office. They met on a kidnapping of a six year old boy, which ended up as a murder. According to Sorenson, Beckett is the best detective in the city. Ryan has a girlfriend, someone he started dating two weeks ago, who has atrocious taste in ties. Kate owns a pair of neon ice skates (left over from the 80s?). Alexis has an American Lit final on the day they solve the case, which would put the datestamp on this ep about a month later than its airdate. Alexis has a favorite stuffed animal named Monkey Bunkey. The ending makes the fourth time Castle has asked Beckett out (1x01, …, …, and earlier in this ep) and the second time she's walked away and left him floored. It's 4:17 am when Castle and Alexis are looking at the photos of Angela's stuffed animals.

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marmiteprinter · 1 year

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While Faye slept through her difficult pregnancy, she at least managed to overcome her cold.

She awoke later that evening, dismayed to find that Griffin had celebrated Ryan's birthday without her. She cleared away the cake disconsolately.

I wish I'd seen Ryan age up. Why didn’t Griffin wake me? she thought to herself, retching at the smell of the cake. It wasn't rotten but she couldn't take the smell of the sugar for some reason.

Meanwhile, Griffin had been trying to teach Ryan to talk even though it was well past the time the toddler should have been in bed. Ryan wasn't happy.

"Say 'Dada', Ryan," said Griffin, but Ryan just curled up and shook his head.

Faye watched them with pursed lips. "He's tired, Griff. Put him to bed and try again in the morning."

Griffin noticed her tone. "What's the matter, babe?"

Faye folded her arms. "Nothing. I'm just sad I missed his birthday. Now put him to bed. I'm going to bed too."

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 bacc #the sims 2 bacc #bacc #honeywood bacc #sims 2 storytelling #sims 2 stories #jacobs family #griffin jacobs #faye jacobs #abigail jacobs #ryan jacobs #jacobs round 4 #round 4

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drylan · 20 days

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Dylan comforts Ryan on the anniversary of his dad’s passing

tw: parental death, graveyards, mentions of death/mourning

The date on their calendar has 'visit graveyard' in red Sharpie in Ryan's scribbly handwriting. Dylan found him that morning, staring at the calendar. At that date. The date that is today.

Slowly, Dylan laid his hand over Ryan's shoulder, offering him his thermos of piping hot coffee, with just the combination of cream and sugar that Ryan liked.

"Thank you." He mumbled, still staring at the calendar.

"No problem, babe." Dylan replied, rubbing his shoulder gently.

It was a Saturday, this year. The sun hadn't even peeked into the sky just yet. Ryan was up unusually early, but he always was on this date. The graveyard was about a 50 minute drive from their apartment. He just wanted to get an early start to the drive.

"Want me to go with you?" He offered today, just as he had the past 3 years they had been together. Ryan would thank him, with no emotion in his voice, but insist it was fine. He'd leave with his coffee, kiss, and a wave. Then he would come home four or five hours later, quiet and secluded for the rest of the night.

Dylan understood it, he respected it, he knew it was what Ryan needed so he would never push, he would never insist. And, even though his offer was genuine, he was still shocked at Ryan's reply. "Yeah. I-If you don't mind."

"O-Okay, let me just get my jacket, alright?" Dylan gave him a small smiled, tugging on a light jean jacket. He placed a little bit of extra food in Schrodinger's bowl, but she decided to loop around Ryan's legs for a couple of minutes, clearly determined to shower her sympathies.

After a few cat pets and locking up the apartment, they were on the road. Ryan turned the radio on like he normally did and sipped at the coffee Dylan has prepared them. It was a quiet drive, one obviously familiar to Ryan.

Dylan had never been. Part of him felt guilty about that, but he had never known Ryan's father. The man had passed more than a decade ago. And respecting Ryan's wishes and request to be able to visit his grave alone was far more important than any of Dylan's curiosity or questions.

Ryan had told him what had happened. How his father had gotten sick. How his mother tore their family apart as a result. How he found respite with his fathers' parents.

He knew the details. Dark, scary, disturbing. He knew it all and he kept it close to his chest, swallowing it down and holding his love, his Ryan, close. He never deserved the loss, the things he experienced.

Snapped out of his thoughts as Ryan parked in a small church parking lot. The sun had begun to just barely break over the horizon, purple with the faintest hint of orange at the bottom. "We're here."

"Did you want me to get out with you? Or stay in the car?"

"...come with me, please?"

"Always, babe. Anything you need." Ryan took his hand as they stepped around the church, through a small gazebo, to a lovingly maintained and tiny graveyard.

Ryan moved automatically, his stride unbreaking as he squeezed Dylan's hand, tighter, tighter, and tighter still. He stopped and sucked in a deep breath. Three rows back, left of center. "Hey, dad."

He sat down slowly, Dylan followed, as he crossed his legs, mirroring Ryan's posture and pose. Ryan had a small smile on his lips, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.

"This, is, um, Dylan. W-We've been together for a while, you know? That Dylan. From, um, well, all those things from Hackett's Quarry? Yeah, that Dylan. I know I've told you about him before, but I wanted you to meet him." He looked to the side, just slightly glancing back at Dylan.

"Hi, Ryan's dad." Dylan offered, voice soft as he shifted forward a little. He hesitated for a moment, before gently placing his on top of the solid, dark stone. "It's really nice to meet you. Ryan's told me so much and...I can say you're an awesome dad. And your son, he...he means everything to me. So, thank you. For bringing him into my life. A-And you should be so proud, I mean...I've never met someone so strong, so brave, so caring, even if he likes to pretend he's not...just, just...thank you. And it's a pleasure to meet you."

The tears fell easily then. Ryan's falling lax against Dylan as he stained his cheeks, sniffling and soft, broken gasps coming out of his breath. Dylan patted down his back, before pulling Ryan properly into a full hug and kissed the top of his head. "I wish you could have met him. He would have loved you."

"I wish I could have met him, too." He allowed himself to cry, too. The what-ifs, the possibilities, the pain Ryan could have been saved from. It's cruel. So fucking unfair. And Dylan can't do a damn thing to fix it. All he can do was be there.

So he was. He rocked Ryan back and forth, slowly and lovingly until his breathing settled and the tears slowed. Dylan wiped his face with the soft ends of his light jacket, kissed his forehead and cradled him close.

"It was nice seeing you again, dad." Ryan said as he patted the stone, traced the letters three times, and patted it again.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Erzahler." One last moment. One last pat to the top of the stone from Ryan. And then they returned to the car.

"I'll drive." Dylan offered and Ryan didn't protest, passing the keys to the car to him. They had used Dylan's vehicle to get here, anyways, like every year. Driving Ryan's dad's truck this just...felt wrong to Ryan, for some reason.

"He would take me to this little diner, sometimes. Just us. Shit is ancient and it's about 30 minutes from here, but it was his favorite place. Our favorite place." Ryan laughed fondly it was a lovely, but sad sound.

"Yeah?" Dylan gave him a gentle smile. "Put in the phone. Let's go. If you want to."

"Yeah?"

"Yep."

Ryan entered the address into the phone and Dylan pulled out of the parking lot. Then, Ryan turned the music back on, picking a station that played oldies.

As they hit the road and he rolled the windows down, he began to sung along. Dylan joined him, when he knew the lyrics.

#my stuff #fanfic #ficlet #the quarry #drylan #rylan #radioheads #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy

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