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Deal with the Devil gone wrong (for the Devil)

Devil (smirking, voice silky): "In exchange for your deepest desire... I want your firstborn."

Soap (without hesitation): "Aye, deal." He immediately starts undoing his vest.

Devil (blinking, caught off guard): "...Wait—wait, what are you doing?"

Soap (cheerful): "Warming up! You want a kid, right? Let’s make one." He’s already got his shirt halfway off.

Devil (alarmed): "Wh—NO! That’s not what I—That’s not how this works!"

Soap (tilting his head): "You said firstborn! That means one of mine, yeah? I figured we’d get a jump on the process."

Devil (flustered): "No! I meant the future child you have with someone else! Not—not me!"

Soap (mock offended): "Aw, you don’t want to co-parent with me? I’d make a great dad. Good genes, nice arms, soft voice for bedtime stories."

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Price's Married Life with Y/N

Setting: A quiet restaurant

Y/N: Baby you got to try this crab.

Price: No I'm fine.

Y/N: Oh just one bite, it's delicious.

Price: No, I'm fine I got my own food. Eating his own food

Y/N: Just a baby bite. Nags

Price: I don't wanna any.

Y/N: Just try one bite. More nagging

Price: Jesus Christ Y/N why is it so important I always have something you order!

Y/N: I want you to have some of this because I think you'll like it. Loving tone

Price: But if I wanted the god damn crab I would've ordered the god damn crab!

Y/N: But in the car on the way home I could say, wasn't it good?

Price: For FUCK SAKE! Alright alright... Trys the crab

Price: Oh god damn it. God damn it. Slams fork on table This is better than what I had!

Y/N: You see I knew you'll like it. I can't wait to talk about this later.

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"Who's Mommy's Needy Little Hero?"

Every day Homelander found a new excuse to make you stop what you were doing. "Can you open this bottle?" "This zipper's stuck." "Could you just… press right here on my shoulder? I think it's tense." Not orders, requests. Soft. Personal. The kind a child would ask their parent, just to stay in the room a little longer.

And you realized something: He didn’t want help. He wanted to be doted on. He wanted to be babied.

So the next day, you gave him exactly what he wanted. Loudly.

He walked into the main floor of Vought Tower during a team debrief, arms crossed, expression carefully blank like he wasn’t waiting for your attention. You didn’t even glance up from your clipboard as you spoke loud enough for everyone to hear:

"Ah, there’s my brave little soldier. Did you make it all the way down here without tripping? So proud of you."

Silence. A few stunned glances. A-Train definitely snorted.

Homelander froze. You stood, walked up to him, and reached for his face — cupping his cheek like he was fragile glass. "Did you sleep okay? No scary dreams this time?"Your tone was syrupy. Deadpan. Dangerous.

He blinked. “What...?”

You didn’t let him finish. "You need a juice box? Maybe a nap?" You turned to the rest of the room, voice sweet as poison. "Sorry, everyone. Someone’s feeling very delicate today."

Queen Maeve muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “Jesus Christ” and walked away.

You turned back to him, still smiling. And Homelander. Godlike, terrifying, untouchable. Looked absolutely stricken.

Red spread across his cheeks, but not from rage. From embarrassment. You saw it in his jaw, tight. In the twitch of his eye. But he didn’t stop you. Because deep down, he wanted it. Craved it. Even if he’d never admit it. You leaned in one last time and whispered, soft and sharp: "You want attention, Homelander? I’ll give you attention. But you don’t get to choose how."

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Can someone write a story where John Price meets readers biologically father? Or at least some fan art? I’m curious how that would go.

Father figure (John Price) meets (Sperm donor- jk) Father.

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Story prompt idea?

Character being wrongfully tortured by their team, found family, partner… etc

But to find out that character was in fact not the traitor. Feeling horrible, the group goes to apologize, make amends.

Only for the character to quit, leave the group, leaving a letter. Without verbal farewells. Or disappear without saying.

Just for the character to SPILL EVERY DETAIL OF THEIR FORMER GROUP TO THE ENEMY, after the group lost character’s trust, loyalty, respect, and love.

(Making the character become the traitor with reason) (Misunderstanding makes plot twists)

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I’m dying laughing

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I had this shower scenario in my head and I just found it so funny and I needed to post it.

You and Simon are dating for a while and you open yourself up about your fears and one of them was about clowns. He found this funny, but promised to protect you from clowns- including Ronald McDonald’s.

So one day you both go to a carnival and suddenly a clown pops up, scaring you and Simon being a harden military soldier his protective reflexes kicks in and smacks the clown right in the face; Knocking the clown down, but also you forgetting that underneath all that makeup and colorful clothes is a regular guy that makes ballon animals for kids.

That’s it. It was more funny in my head lmfao

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley and his girlfriend (You) in a white dress 🌹💀

’She looks so beautiful in that white dress.’

Simon thought to himself as his eyes never left her.

He took a deep breath, holding back his tears.

It took a lot of courage from Simon to finally close her coffin lid.

Close family and friends grieved the lost of (Y/n). The one who was hurt the most was Simon. Saying goodbye to a loved one was hard for him. (Y/n) was the only one who gently broke down his walls that he so blocked himself off from the world.

Watching her coffin being lowered into the ground, he held back the tears, swallowing the lump in his throat, staying still and stiff.

A million thoughts were running through his mind and he closed his eyes, tilting his head back, looking down at the gravestone, a frown on his face.

’What the hell do I do now? Now that you’re no longer here.’