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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

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Can you do something for me, please?

I want you to reblog this if you believe that two people can be very close and physically affectionate with one another, but still have a completely nonsexual, non-romantic relationship. 

Even if the two people in question are capable of being sexually or romantically attracted to one another. 

Because the friendship I share with someone I consider family in a way that transcends blood has been typecast as a romantic relationship ENTIRELY too many times, and I’m beginning to get sick of it. 

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The Music Of Your Heart (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1971 words. Hurt/comfort, and some fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You help Homelander when he's dissociating.

Made as part of the Cozy Corner Domaystic event put together by @cozycornerevents, using prompt #7 "thunderstorm" and the alternative prompt "are you coming to bed".

This is a big step in your relationship, you're officially moving into Homelander's penthouse. Before today, you've just been visiting him at his place after work and then he flies you back to your house at night. You were worried that such a big change in his routine would be a source of stress for him, but he was insistent that he was ready. He loves you, and there's nothing more that he could do to prove his commitment than inviting you into his home.

It's late in the evening, and you're busy unpacking your clothes in his bedroom. All he has to wear is his suit, so the rest of the closet space is just for you. Looking around the room, you sigh at the multitudes of mirrors and the tall windows surrounding the bed. You have no idea how on earth you're going to be able to fall sleep tonight, with nothing to block the glow of the frequent lightning strikes from the raging thunderstorm outside.

Once everything is put away, you finally realize that Homelander hasn't come in to check on you since you've been in the bedroom. It's not like him; usually he's following you around like a lovesick puppy, just perpetually happy to be in your presence.

"Are you coming to bed?" you call out to him. Considering that he could hear a pin drop from across the city, you are a bit perplexed as to why he doesn't respond.

When you walk back into the living room, your mood instantly drops at the sight of him. He's sitting perfectly still in the middle of the couch, hands fidgeting in his lap as he stares blankly into space. You don't know exactly what set him off, but he's in a deep dissociative state. His chest is tight, his jaw is tense, his vision is blurred, his ears are ringing. He is encased in a cocoon shielding him from the outside world, from reality.  

He is lost in his head with no way out.

Walking up to the couch, you carefully slide up onto the cushion to sit next to him. You find it helps to be as slow as possible when you have to coax him out of this headspace, and let him take it as his own tempo. Gently, you reach over and place your hand on his thigh. It's enough to take Homelander by surprise, causing him to jerk his head down as he stares at you with wide-eyed confusion. He doesn't have any idea of how much time has passed; he didn't even notice that you sat down beside him.

"Hey, hey," you comfort him, pressing down into his suit's padding. "It's just me. Everything's alright big boy, I'm here."

Your compassionate smile and loving touch is enough to ease his startled nerves. He envelops your hand in his hold, stroking your wrist with his large thumb. Offering your hand is just one of the little things you do to help him self-soothe, giving him a better alternative than to just fiddle mindlessly with his fingers. There is something so grounding for him, just to be able to feel you.

Tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes as he comes to terms with what set him off. Homelander had happened to catch a glimpse of himself in one of the many mirrors in his penthouse, coming face-to-face with his 'friend'. Although this companion, his reflection, helped him get through the horrors of his upbringing and guarded him from his traumatic memories, he's stayed alongside him even after he fulfilled his purpose. And instead of protecting him, he has taken on the voices of those who hurt him. He wants to keep him isolated from the rest of the world, from those who are beneath his god-like status. From those who would get close to him, and make him weak with human emotions.

His counterpart only needed a second to coil his tendrils around him, to remind him of what you are. A mere human, a puny ant so insignificant to him. You do not deserve to live here, in his palace. You should not even be dating him. You must be removed from his life. He must kill you.

He provoked and provoked, until Homelander's brain had no other option than to detach from reality, completely pushing out the fact that you were waiting for him in the bedroom. That you, the love of his life, were worried for his wellbeing and concerned that he may not be able to handle you moving in with him. Of course you were right. He couldn't just be 'normal', nothing ever went smoothly for him.

He is a monster incapable of love.

The tears flow more freely as the weight of his failure crashes down onto him, the turbulent waves from this self-deprecating ocean hammering him with guilt. He feels so ashamed of himself that he can't even bear to look at you. Hell, he can't even speak to you right now. His mind is still choked by a thick fog, cutting him off from making his mouth form any semblance of words.

Hyperventilating, he feels himself becoming overwhelmed by his heightened senses. His eyes are pained from the bright lights on his ceiling and the constant flashes of lightning overtaking his windows. His ears are flooded by multitudes of excruciating sounds coming from the rest of Vought Tower. Every miniscule hum from the building's power grid reverberates loudly through his skull, like a jackhammer breaking apart concrete.

There is just too much going on around him, things that he cannot control.

You can see Homelander falling deeper into his distress, and you know that he needs your help immediately. Luckily, you were able to slip your hand from his grasp before he started clenching them into anxious fists. Maneuvering yourself onto his lap, you cup his big head in your palms to redirect his train of though back to you.

"It's okay sweetheart, it's okay," you console him, lightly caressing his cheeks. "Let's take a moment together, alright? Just close your eyes and breathe along with me."

He shuts his eyes tight and does his best to follow along with you. However, it's pretty obvious by his pained expression that he's having trouble letting go. Something is still crowding his mind.

"Is it too loud?" you question, watching him with the utmost sympathy. Although he can't find it in him to speak right now, he gives you a shaky nod.

"Let's try and focus on some nice sounds right now," you suggest, angling yourself closer so you can press your chest into his head. The wetness from his tears drenches through your shirt, but that is the least of your concerns right now. "Try and concentrate on my heartbeat while you breathe with me, okay? In… and out. In… and out."

It takes him a bit of time, but like magic, you can feel the tension gradually drain from his body. His breathing is steadying, and his brows are no longer etched with stress. Your heart is the only sound that can bring Homelander back from the brink of despair. He doesn't even understand it himself; all he knows is it's the only sound he ever seeks out. Wherever he may be, when he hears your pulse he knows that everything is fine. That you are alive, and that you love him.

Delicately, he lifts his hands to spread them across your back, keeping you propped up in his lap to nuzzle ever so slightly closer into you. He melts further into your elegant touch, doing everything you ask of him, giving you the reins to control a god. Something that his reflection would be pissed about, but he doesn't hear that voice right now. All that echoes through his mind is the voice of his inner child. The boy that was denied affection his whole life, and who is now finally having his basic needs met… because of you.

"That's it, just like that. Nice and easy," you praise him, pressing your forehead into his to nuzzle your noses. "You're doing so good honey. I'm so proud of you".

Homelander's body has practically become Play-Doh as he leans his full body weight back into the couch. You can hear him making quiet noises as you comb your fingers through his undercut, purring with each scratch of his scalp.

The calamity is over.

"I've always liked rainy days like this," you say softly. "Listening to the rain drops hitting the window so rhythmically, the sounds of thunder rumbling across the sky… I just find it so relaxing, don't you?"

To be honest, he doesn't. With his sensitive hearing, every individual pellet of water sounds like it's hitting his window panes with the force of a gun shot. Rainy days like this are nothing more than an annoyance. But what is relaxing to him, is you. Homelander closes his eyes and nudges his face into your chest, allowing himself to be submersed with the music of your heart and breath. The melodies of you are the only thing he needs for calming white noise.

"Why don't we go to bed?" you ask, knowing that it's gotten quite late since this ordeal started. However, you notice him immediately tense from this suggestion, anxiety slowly creeping back into his body. Just having you stay the night for the first time is scary enough, he doesn't even want to think about you sleeping beside him in his bed. What if he rolls over onto you?

"Let's just sleep on the couch tonight," you tell him, still running your nails along his hair. "We don't have to worry about anything else right now. This evening was a bit rough, but it will get better."

"…P-promise?" you here him mumble faintly as he tilts his head up to meet your gaze. His eyes are swarming with hesitancy, yet display an incredible shimmer of trust. Deep down he already knows the answer, he just needs to be reassured.

"Of course I promise," you respond, kissing him on the forehead. With a heavy sigh of relief, he is placated by only those four words. It really doesn't take much for you to ease his troubles; it always surprises him that you aren't secretly a supe yourself, with these powers you have over him.

He encompasses your waist around his hands, keeping you on top of him as he lies down on the couch. It's not the most comfortable position for him to fall asleep, but it helps when he feels you crawl up to wrap your arms around his ample shoulders and snuggle your head into the nape of his neck. You might be a lot smaller than him, but you always make him forget his size with the little ways you love him.

"Goodnight Homelander," you yawn as you close your eyes. You can feel him rest one of his arms across your back, returning the favour for your dainty pets with his long fingers.

"Goodnight… I… I-I love you," he whispers shyly.

"Love you too big guy," you chuckle, kissing his neck. He can't help but smile at that, reciprocating with a kiss on the top of your head.

You are both pretty exhausted from your eventful evening, and it's pretty easy for you to fall asleep on your padded supe pillow while listening to the sounds of rain. For him, all he needs is to listen for your heart. The only sound on this planet that can break through his dissociation and pacify his inner child. The beautiful hum that reminds him he doesn't need to put on a façade around you, because you love him for the real him that he hides from everyone, including himself.

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Masterlist?

just figured id make one since im writing make it easier for whoever wants to read my crap.

i write for Homelander, and that's about it. anyways here it is (i know it's small)

Hearts and Gods i dont even know

Fucking Everything not smut, i cant stress that enough

Boops just fluff

did i do this right? i hope so

anyways i will edit and yk put any other fics i might wright up here.

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Hearts and Gods

Tw: blood, gore, illusion to sex at some point i think, mild cannibalism, does blood licking/consuming count? eh whatever. no use of y/n. y/n is just as bad as homelander. deadpool esque powers. r's eyes are gold. not beta read.

880 somethin words, aint got a good way to summarize it. y/n is gender neutral, nothin described aside from eye color as aforementioned.

Loving him was dangerous. That you knew, everyone knew. He himself was dangerous. A devil disguised as an angel for the public. Unpredictable yet predictable at the same time. He loved with all consuming violence. To be loved by him was not unlike being loved by death.

Death followed him everywhere. Whether he was covered in the blood of a criminal. The viscera of some unlucky employee who triggered his wrath, just another body shoved under the rug by Vought. You knew he enjoyed it, the killing, watching the life drain from a person's eyes as he crushed their heart in their chest. Or watching their body crumble in half without its spine. You knew all of this, you couldn't claim innocence when you were just as bad. Just as bloodthirsty as him. It's what made you two so compatible. That and the fact that if Homelander ever lost control with you, you would just bounce right back.

You should be dead. But you werent. You could heal any and every injury you endured. Vought made sure of that. You weren't invincible by no means, you could be injured, though that wasnt done easily. A slight squeeze pulled your wandering thoughts back to earth. You sighed softly as the hand around your heart loosened its tight grip slightly. Blue eyes met gold. Homelander cocked his head looking at you, lips pulled in a frown. His eyes dropped to your chest, gaze a mixture of disbelief and curiosity as it usually was. You ended up like this often, when he grew angry, or paranoid. So you stood, sternum cracked open, thumping heart exposed. Does it hurt? Some might wonder, at first, it does, but then it's a sweet pain that no one else but you and he would understand.

His gloves were long discarded on the table. Preferring to feel your heart in its entirety against his skin. His hand wrapped around behind the muscle as it beat. Blood coated your front, soaking onto the floor. Your lips twitched in a wry smirk at the thought of poor Ashley walking in. No doubt she would have a heart attack, thinking Homelander was in the midst of killing his team member. You let out a soft laugh, heart jolting in his hand as your lungs contracted. He looked at you his own amusement playing in his gaze as his thumb stroked over your ventricle.

"Thinking about Ashley again?" He questioned his other hand situated on your hip. "Mhm." You hummed in confirmation smiling at him. His grip tightened momentarily and you fleetingly thought if he was going to tear your heart free of your chest. You wouldn't mind, only remaining dead for a few seconds before another one grew back. He looked at you, you looked back. You clashed as much as you melded together. Each testing the other. You smirked and leaned backwards, your heartbeat strained as a familiar tugging sensation pulled in your chest. He stood there in silent contemplation, arm in your chest, heart in hand.

"Not today." He muttered his grip on your hip tightening as he pulled you closer. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. It was messy and hungry, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip drawing blood. You groaned low pulse beginning to race, heart thrumming in his hand as he licked the blood from your lips as the small punctures closed. You kissed back, arm curling behind his neck, hand buried in his hair as you tugged him closer. You parted for a second a string of red tinged saliva connecting your mouths.

"I love you." You whispered gazing into his eyes. You kissed him this time. slowly, firmly pouring your feelings into the kiss. "I love you." You repeated, voice a low murmur. You said it like a mantra, like a prayer. A loyal worshiper at the altar of their deity. You clung to him as he clung to you. You needed him as he needed you. Homelander let go of your heart, removing his hand from your chest with a gentleness most wouldn't expect him to have. You exhaled slowly as your skin and bone grew back and the only trace of what happened was the blood staining your stomach and clothes, the blood and bone on the floor and the blood on his hands. He looked at his hand in silent awe almost before sucking the blood off two of his fingers. Pulling his hand from his mouth he wrapped it loosely around your throat pulling you in and kissing you harshly once more, shoving the taste of your blood from his tongue into your mouth. He pulled back with a smug grin as you panted. You looked around chewing your bottom lip.

"I feel bad for whoever they send up to clean the mess." You say as he scoffed curling his arms around your waist pressing his face in the crook of your neck. "No you don't." Homelander murmurs nipping along your pulse point. You laugh quietly, "Fine, I don't." You admit tugging on his hair making his breath hitch. Then you're in his arms and he's walking out presumably to take you home. You spent the rest of that evening in his bed, after you had showered of course. 

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Explosion 🔞 ( Lucy x Maximus)

3,433 words | 🔞Baby's first hand job / almost blowjob. I got grabbed by the throat, blacked out, and this was in my drafts. No proofreading, we fap like men. Lucy x Maximus

"Hey. Hey, Max. Look at me. You're okay, you got that?"

"Are you sure this isn't going to-" He cuts off in a choking sound as Lucy ghosts the pad of her thumb to smear his own leaking pre-cum about.

"Does it hurt?"

Maximus has to consider that. It's not pain exactly, but it's certainly torture. A slow building of something about to burst that worries him. Brings to mind all those lectures and lessons that end in some poor fool's dick blowing right off. Such stories had made certain young Maximus never gave into the temptation to paw at himself, even if he knew the other Aspirants took the risk.

Now? He sure feels like he's going to explode as Lucy's clever fingers work him over.

"N-no, it doesn't hurt," He huffs. Forming words take effort as his fingers clench all the harder atop the dilapidated couch Maximus finds himself sitting on. It had been an accident, sort of. Having Lucy so close and smelling so good had affected Maximus as it would any man and she'd sure as shit noticed.

There'd been a grin on Lucy's face and a keen shine to her eyes when making the suggestion to help him out. Teach him what sort of fun two people could get up to. When he'd agreed, she'd chirped out an "Okey-Dokey" and yanked his pants right down as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Vault Dwellers sure are weird but now that she's got her hands on him? Maximus can't complain too much. It feels good, feels like it's worth the risk even as Lucy assures him the explosion that'll come is natural. Encouraged.

She's sure encouraging him with a slow pump of her wrist, fingers gripping tight around his shaft as she leisurely strokes him.

"Want me to make it feel better?" Doe-eyes flick up to his face and there's that wicked curve to Lucy's lips. Equal parts anticipation and fear shiver up Maximus' spine, but he trusts her wholly.

Maximus can only nod dumbly in response to the question, leaning back further as he huffs through his nose again. His cock throbs painfully in her grasp as tightness coils in his gut and lower. Something is happening, but it feels good and he doesn't want Lucy to stop.

"Y-yeah. I like what you're doing." He adds, one hand coming up to cup the side of her face tenderly as she smiles up to him.

He likes Lucy. She's kind and pretty and sees the good in everything, him included. She also knows how to make his cock feel good. That's a bonus.

"Watch this," Lucy dips her head with tongue flicking out. She swirls it over the head of his cock as her fingers tighten. The wet texture of her tongue is far too much for him as something snaps within. Warm heat rushes through Maximus as his nerves are set on fire.

There's a nuclear explosion as Maximus groans out his pleasure, but then his cock is leaking. Spurting thick, white liquid so close to Lucy's face. He's horrified.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Maximus babbles even in the throes of his climax, cock twitching in Lucy's grip as she does something obscene. She doesn't pull away, no. Lucy leans forward and pops his cockhead right between her lips with a low hum.

"Lucy-!?" Maximus almost swallows his own tongue at the sight, a strangled gasp rattling through his chest. 

Her eyes flutter shut as Lucy swallows him down. For his part, Maximus barely hold on as he rides out the pleasure.

It's not until Maximus finally stops twitching, cock starting to go soft that Lucy pulls back with a wet sound. She grins, "See? The explosion is supposed to happen!"

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writing a homelander fic again, a little different then my other two but the plot's gonna revolve around some old friendship thing and hearts in hands (literally im gonna wright homelander holding r's heart in his hand.) ive got the idea settled,

the readers powers are deadpool esque with a twist does that sound interesting?

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had a dream about soldier boy and homelander (im sick so my dreams are insane rn, like seriously i dreamed i watched a mailbox *eat* a person, just dont ask) anyways it went like this

Homelander to Soldier Boy: Soldier Boy, What are you doing here?

Soldier boy to homelander: What are YOU doing here, Twinky?"

Me: "Twinky? Thats good, that was good. A+"

anyways, ten out of ten dream, deff made up for the mail box nightmare

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just thinkin about homelander (as per usual) and how great he couldve been i mean really, he could have been so good he could have been a real hero didnt he want to be one, when he was a kid

he couldve been great

and thats kinda real sad when you think about it

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i want this man in me or maybe i want to be in him i cant decide

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meh, might as well

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i got sick and i feel like absolute shit i feel like a baby for almost crying while i threw up but i just wanna drink some water and not puke up my guts