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hairbow-and-arrow · 2 years
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I had to read the books before the series comes out! This situation just seemed a lil too familiar to pass up the opportunity.
don’t get it twisted, I’m still team Jeremiah.
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coleydc58 · 2 years
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He wanted to die and take his bloodline with him. He knew he was awful. Why do I have this tremendous affinity? He opened his mouth and my dad came out, that's why. And all he wanted was not to go back in the box. My cold cold heart felt a bit bad about that.
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dreamsuvivor · 2 years
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Conrad Fisher is more similiar to Stefan than Damon.
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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Herogasm, Soldier Boy One Shot
Word Count:  1.1k
Warnings:  smut, mentions of a blowjob, physical violence against a woman, slapping, murder, psychotic superhero, orgy setting, unprotected sex, implied creampie.
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“Let me tell you this, sweetheart, a real man doesn’t need superpowers to show a dame her place,” Soldier boy groaned happily as one of the girls sucked him off.  He bucked his hips against her, holding her hair dangerously close to the roots.  And while she tried to fight, her nails digging into his thighs, he only laughed.  Pulling her off his cock, she started gasping for air as though she’d been choking.  He slapped her hard across the face, “now listen here…and you listen good, sweet cheeks…you don’t fight us.  We’re here for Herogasm…and you’re a paid girl, are you not?”
“Y-yes sir.”
“Yes, sir what?” the super hero growled.
“Y-yes soldier boy!”
He frowned, his attitude souring as he felt like the whore wasn’t giving him enough respect.
“TNT Twins…”
“Yes, soldier boy?” the twins asked in unison.  He smiled at how they rushed up to meet him, only making sure that he was taken care of, and not yet worried about themselves.
“I thought you said these were professional whores!” he growled, glaring at the young woman who still was on her knees, her hands still gripping his thighs.  He kneed her in the arm, knocking her to her hands and knees and away from himself.  A scowl made its way onto his face, “did I say you could touch me still, girl?”
Then his attention turned back to the twins, “are they or are they not paid ladies of the evening?  Shouldn’t they be good at this?”
“They are professional whores soldier boy!”
“We were told that they were the best.”
“Clearly this one doesn’t know what she’s doing,” he grunted, his hard cock swaying above her.  He leaned down and grabbed at the base of her skull again.  The twins looked away, embarrassed as he glared at the young woman.  He lifted her just so that her face was near his cock again, “you know how to suck a cock the right way, sweet cheeks?”
“Y-yes.”
“YES WHAT?” he growled.  She released a scared squeal, and he smiled, the corners of his lips pulling tight across his face, “oh…are you scared of me, sweetheart?  Is that what it is?  You’re scared to perform on a national hero?”
She tried to pretend that she wasn’t and began to shake her head, “no-no sir.  I-I’m not scared!”
“Well…you should be,” he growled after a moment.  There was a light coming from his chest and she tried to scurry away from him, sure that whatever was going to happen next wasn’t going to be a good thing, only to be held in place by his strength, “Sorry sweetheart…you just don’t make the cut”
She screamed as the power exploded from his chest, a beam shooting straight through her own bare one.  Soldier boy dropped her to the floor without much thought as he looked at the party which seemed to have stopped around him.  The woman who now laid lifeless on the floor was bleeding all over the white carpet.  When his eyes met those of his colleagues, they all started looking away, pretending that they hadn’t just seen the psychotic superhero murdering a woman in front of their very eyes. 
“Twins…get me another one…one that knows how to suck a cock.”
“Yes soldier boy.”
“Right away.”
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Soldier boy’s jaw clenched tight as he looked at her form stretched out across the bed.  He was practically salivating at the woman who was touching herself in preparation for him. 
“Well, what do we have here?” he growled in a husky tone.  He sucked his top lip into his mouth, resisting the urge to touch himself as he admired her every curve.  She smiled at him as two of her fingers curved inside of her tight, wet heat.  He swallowed, forgetting all about the anger from just twenty minutes ago.  There was something in him that resonated with this woman.  He didn’t even have to hear her speak to know that she was an angel wrapped up in a sinful body.  He knew in an instant that she was his, and that no matter what she did, that she could do no wrong, “what’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Adelaide,” she moaned as her fingers never stopped moving.  His tongue swept over his bottom lip as he crawled to the bed, his cock aching to be inside of her.  He pulled her fingers from her core and slid her across the edge of the bed until his cock was prodding her entrance.  He lifted her up into a sitting position and held her fingers to his mouth.  Her eyes closed as he sucked her small digits between his lips, tongue swirling around them, “s-soldier boy…sir…”
“My name’s Ben, sweetheart,” he offered in a sultry tone.  Her eyes opened in surprise at how he was allowing her to call him by his name.  But he gave her a stern look, “you’ll call me Ben, sweetheart…”
“Okay, Ben…”
He practically melted, hearing her call him by his birthname.  Suddenly he didn’t feel like a superhero.  He didn’t feel the stressors of what Vought had turned his life into.  He wasn’t ‘America’s Son’ or anything special.  He didn’t feel like some trained chimp, a science experiment in a suit.  He was just a boy from Philadelphia, named Ben. 
He smiled, the first genuine smile he’d felt in decades as he looked at her.  There was no fear in her eyes.  He didn’t even feel like he was a job to her. 
“I’m going to make love to you, Adelaide,” he promised gently laying her back on the bed.  She gasped when his cock prodded at her entrance and he smiled, smearing his precum around her wet hole, “god…this sight alone is fucking beautiful…but you know what I want to see?”
“What do you want to see, Ben?” she asked sweetly, her nails lightly dragging over the muscles that were firm, defined ridges and valleys on his chest. 
“I want to see you coming apart on it,” he moaned, pushing past her entrance.  She moaned, her nails digging into his abs as he watched his cock stretching open.  He groaned at how her velvety channel felt.  His jaw parted, his body shivering at how she felt, wrapped around him, “oh, Adelaide.  You feel fucking perfect, sweetheart.”
“So big.”
“I’m not pulling out, sweetheart,” he growled, already starting to find his rhythm as the woman’s leg hitched up around his hip, “we’re about to find out if a superhero can knock up a gal.”
“Ben!”
“Welcome to herogasm, baby,” he smirked, stroking her cheek.  His hips never faltered as he drew her lips towards his own and locked her into a searing kiss, “I’m never letting you go, sweetheart!”
She moaned, her back arching up, pushing her flesh firmly against his.  He released another groan as he entered his own state of nirvana, “oh, sweetheart…you’re my dame now…never gonna let you go…you’re done whoring yourself out…you hear me?”
Her nails dug deeper into his skin, creating little crescent moons. 
His jaw tightened as he watched her falling apart on him, “that’s it, sweetheart…come apart for me…”  
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chaneajoyyy · 1 year
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Gideon?!
A life insurance policy!?
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The Wilds my beloved
I know The Wilds and Yellowjackets are two different shows with 2 different themes and in different genres but every time I watch YJ, I find myself thinking “I miss The Wilds”
Like I don’t even think I can put into words how much The Wilds changed me and healed me. I don’t even know if thats what the show runners/writers/cast/crew were going for but god damn what an amazing, good feeling show. I miss it so much.
#BRINGBACKTHEWILDS
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sundrenchedgay · 2 years
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You're telling me they made Soldier Boy straight and not a lil crybaby?? 🤨🤔
He's not a whiny meek crybaby who literally cries whenever alone?? Who is also super fucking gay?? PATHETIC.
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150151 · 2 years
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i'll never get over the wilds revealing that the main character was a minor (16) and in the next scene had her have sex with a 30 year old man. who approved that ??
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tearsofasaiyan · 2 years
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A word from black noir
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What’s funny about the “Jack Reacher” series to me is that even though it’s presented like a Tom Clancy-esque spy/political thriller series, they’re more like romance novels. You have the main protagonist, Jack Reacher, who is this big, handsome, intelligent, charming, morally-righteous homeless guy who always knows what to do in a tense situation. In fact, he’s such a dreamboat that he has a revolving door of love interests who just can’t help but fall for him. 
Remember the movie “The Lost City”? Reacher is basically a more serious version of Dash McMahon (or just Jack Trainer). I mean, Alan Ritchson even has similar vibes to Channing Tatum, just saying.
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coleydc58 · 2 years
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Jack Quaid as photographer appreciation post. Not allowing phones during filming seems to increase connection and other creative endeavors. If that's true. The kid has a good eye.
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t-spotlessmind · 2 years
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“If something makes you sad when it ends, it must have been pretty wonderful when it was happening.”
This is us - 6x17 (The Train) | Illustration by @illustradri
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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The Basement At Vought
Word Count:  577
Warnings:  none
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“She’s not going to wake up this year, I’m telling you.”
“Shut up, deep,” Homelander growled, looking into the pool that housed the first hero who had been in stasis since she showed up on Earth, “I didn’t ask you.  Or any of your little fucking sea creatures for that matter.  Get them the hell out of her pool.”
“They wanted a bigger place to swim,” he frowned, “and anyways…she feeds off of the algae.  I think-“
“No one cares what you think,” Homelander hissed, turning to the superhero he wished he hadn’t brought back, “no one cares what you or your weird little wife think.  Now get them the hell out before I vaporize them.”
“Homelander is right, deep,” Mr. Edgar announced, the door clicking shut softly behind him, “you need to make sure that her stasis pool is clear.  If this is the year she wakes up, I don’t want her having to deal with your little pets.”
“They aren’t pets, Mr. Ed-“
“I don’t care!” The head claimed, glaring at the young hero as he cut him off, “Get them out.  And now!  Or I’ll let Homelander zap them all.”
Deep mumbled, but gathered up his friends regardless, transferring them back to his own pool which had a tunnel travelling under the city so that they could easily reach the bay.  Homelander gave a heavy sigh as he stared at the woman.  She was protected by an almost egg-shaped barrier that was hard to the touch.  But he could see through it, and knew that the supe had to be just as important as he was. 
Hell, she had shown up on Earth at the beginning of the first world war, and immediately went into stasis in her little protective dome.  Over the years, scientists tried to experiment on her, but failed.  And anything that tried to harm her, instantly disintegrated.  Homelander knew from years of studying her that she was the forefather of all modern day supes. 
Stormfront. 
Soldier Boy. 
Himself. 
All of their powers came from her. 
And while the generations of scientists had worked on her, and began to separate out that her genetics were far superior to theirs, they were never able to give all of her powers to another supe.  Only able to fray out the sequencing enough that humans could accept it and develop their own powers. 
“She needs to wake up!” Homelander said firmly, looking at her, “she needs to help me solve this.  To put those stupid men like Billy Butcher and Hugh Campbell in the ground once in for all.”
“You need to give her time, Homelander.  You don’t know what she’s waiting for.”
“How are you okay with this?” He growled, looking back to Mr. Edgar, “why has no one attempted to get her out?”
“They’ve all tried,” he sighed, leaning against the wall, “your powers derive from her, Homelander.  None of you can hurt her.”
“Well I wish that she would just wake up!” he growled, kicking the side of the large tank.
And it was in that moment where her eyes opened.  A bright blue flash before they turned a burning white.  Homelander’s frown turned into a wicked grin as they didn’t seem to notice him.  The color faded and her eyes panned across the scene before her. She was surveying her surroundings.
Until their eyes met. 
And Homelander’s breath caught in his throat
What on earth did he just wish for?
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chaneajoyyy · 1 year
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Now onto episode 3 of Riches
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quicontent · 2 years
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The Boys Season 3: Billy Butcher vs. Homelander
When all the work is done, we take a break and think of the craziest things we can do.
In the first 15 minutes of the first episode, we have not just the craziest sequence we have ever done, but the craziest sequence that anyone has ever done.
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