Deliberately not specifying who besides HL. Writer’s choice.
Thank you for the ask!
300+ words of early Maevlander:
Homelander can sense it before he can hear it: a faint chortling sound. His heart sinks when he realizes Maeve is struggling to suppress that smirk of hers she always gets on her face when he’s done something wrong — the one he’s come to hate with a passion because it's a near constant reminder of all the things she knows that he doesn’t.
“God, you’re a nerd!” She bursts out laughing.
“I’m not!” He protests instinctively. He isn’t even 100% sure what she means, but he knows being a nerd is not a good thing.
“Excuse me,” Maeve snortles, “but you just gave me a ten minute lecture about The Apotheosis of Washington. You are a nerd. Don’t deny it.”
Homelander feels his face grow hot and quickly turns away from her before Maeve notices anything. How stupid of him to think anything he tells her might actually impress Maeve. “Well, I’m sorry you’re not interested,” he says. It’s meant to sound blasé, but the words come out small and insecure.
“Hey. Hey.” Her hand feels soft on his shoulder, gentle. (Weak, he tries to tell himself.) “You know I like that about you, right?”
He tries not to listen to her heartbeat — he doesn’t need another slap in the face if she’s lying. But her heart is calm and steady, and the smirk has dropped from her face.
“Really?”
Maeve nods. “Yes, really. You’re different, but I kind of like that about you. It’s refreshing.” She wraps one arm around his back. “What do you say we fly to the Capitol right now, and you give me the full tour of the real thing?”
Homelander hesitates. There’s nothing he would love more, but he can’t be sure this is real. “We have a meeting with Madelyn in an hour,” he reminds her.
“Fuck Stillwell,” Maeve says, and for once, he doesn't need to sense her vitals to know that she means it. “We’ll be back by then, and if not, she can wait for us.”
Genesis’s eyes cracked open in tandem with his bedroom door, the mako-blue slits heavy with fever, just barely able to make out the SOLDIER-cladded contour—holding what looked to be a bowl of soup—as the nebulous shape quietly slipped into his quarters.
He let his eyes fall back shut, relieved.
“…Thank you, ‘Geal. I know it was late notice. Is that your special homemade—?”
“Yep! Sure is!”
Genesis’s eyes snapped back open.
“Wh… what…?! Zackary?”
“That’s right!” the smiling teen chirped, fully visible now. “Angeal was a bit busy with Seph. But don’t worry! I’ll take good care of you, Sir.”
uh uh uh idea for a one shot related with miraculous
ok Poppy gets/finds the pig miraculous and uses in branch to make him happy but it doesn't work
like every time she uses the miraculous on him and gets the present it just make branch angrier/sad like branch wants his brothers so the gift is a collection of brozone he wants to parties so poppy gives him invitation/tries to force him to go to parties
and poppy is confuse because it works on everyone else but not on branch for some reason (also Poppy doesn't hear the pig kwami we it tries to tell her what could it be the cause)
He had descended from the Knight with a mouthful of blood and dripping oil, gasping for breath and stagginer. Blood vessels had burst in his eye, making them red as his optic, and even below the armor, Gisla could smell the cooked flesh of his skin.
It was a bad neural blow out; a fight between pilot and machine that the pilot always lost, in the end, even if they took control in the moment.
The spectators were screaming, but Gisla did not care. She had come down from the stands, pushing past the guards who thought they would keep her from her husband, and ran across the streaked sands to where Alaric was stumbling. She'd ripped the helmet from his hand, though it had burnt her hands, and thrown it aside, and had lowered him to the sands.
The children were away. Gisla had sent Heinrix with his sisters out as the Knight had faltered; she did not want to explain this to them yet.
Cradled in her arms, Alaric gazed up at her, his left eye twitching rapidly. His hand, jerky, reached up, fingers grazing her cheek.
"H-here," he rasped, barely audible over the crowd. "H-here, m-la-dy." Weakly, he drew her head forward, his lips pressing against hers.
Gisla almost screamed herself when he collapsed, his eye closed, the optic powering down. But his breathing evened, as the last remnants of the Knight faded away.
#16. ...in grief. (Alaric/Gisla)
They had lain the old cat to rest amidst the daisies that it used to chew.
It had lived a long life, this cat, and had sired many kittens. After twenty-two years, it became not a matter of if this faithful Sanctuary keeper would pass, but when. And on a sunny day in spring, it had curled up to sleep on the cogitator next to Alaric as he had been working on his Knight and never awoken.
Gisla had been inventorying the larder when Alaric arrived. The bellowing panic by which he had called her name quickened her footsteps to find him. He had come to her inconsolable. His face red, his mustache wet with tears, and clutched to his broad chest with oil-stained hands, the limp body.
Like the shepherd leads the sheep, she had brought him to a plush settee and sat him down. An arm draped over his shoulders and her lips upon his brow in a tender kiss, she had let him cry.
#20. ...on a scar. (Aurelia/Heinrix)
"And this?" Heinrix asked, his fingertips trailing up her calf to her knee, where a pink, slightly raised patch of skin resided. "What is this from?"
"An ill-conceived lesson," Aurelia replied, her chest rising and falling rapidly at how close Heinrix was to the skin of her leg.
"Elaborate," was the command, gray eye darting to her face.
"My... manners were poor." She did not elaborate on what those manners were, for it had been many years ago and she had been so young that the details largely escaped her, "and so my grandmother bade me practice my kneeling. On hot cobblestones."
Her husband's lips drew into a line so thin they almost disappeared from his face entirely. "And you have accused *us* of barbarism?"
"I am sure many a child on Guisorn III has been punished in far worse ways than anything I ever experienced," Aurelia replied, chin lifted and unwilling to take the slight against her people.
"I would debate you on the finer points of that, but," Heinrix's gaze fell once more to the patch of skin, "I don't wish to cause strife."
Aurelia had a snappy retort ready for him, which died at the misting of her husband's warm breath against her knee and the press of his lips against the scar there.
Joshua 22,27,29. Surprise me on the number. I gotta see it 🙏🏻🙏🏻 lol
ahhh all these are perfect for Joshua, If you want the others just let me know. <3
DRABBLE PROMPTS
Pairing: Joshua x reader
Prompt #: 22 “i want to help you. so please, let me.”
Currently listening to: this
You were never one to ask for help. It made you feel weak. It was one of those things Joshua realized shortly after you both started to date. For instance, if there was something on a shelf you couldn't reach, but he could, you would climb on the kitchen counter and grab it.
Joshua would offer help when he noticed you struggled but you always said, "no no no it's okay." It wouldn't frustrate him always but when he saw you sicker than a dog trying to stand up to make you Ramen or whatever that's when he'd get frustrated.
"Babe," he'd carefully say before taking the Ramen packet from you.
"What?"
"I'll cook you Ramen, go rest, you are sick."
"No, no, no it's okay. I'm capable of making Ramen," you said while trying to grab the Ramen pack from him but he lifted it above his head where you couldn't reach.
"(Y/N)," he said sternly.
"Shua," you said in a similar tone.
He rolled his eyes before gently putting himself between you and the stove, "I know you are capable of cooking Ramen but I want to help you, so please. let me."
For some reason, hearing him saying that he wanted to help made something in you brain switch. You realized he wasn't being malicious so you nodded with a sigh.
"Ok, thank you for helping me, babe."
He smiled and kissed your forehead before turning around to start cooking your ramen, "go rest on couch, I'll be out in a moment."
You gave him a quick back hug before heading to the living room. You were so thankful for him and thought maybe you would let him help you more often in the future.
“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” with Andy Barber, pleaseeeeee💕💕
Ohhh ho ho! Staring this sleep over off right! Hope you enjoy, Ren!
Andy barber x reader
Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, edging, piv, mentions of toys, slight dom/sub if you squint
A/N: I'm sorry Ren, this....got away from me and I couldn't stop 🙈
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Your phone dinged on the kitchen island as you turned a page of the raunchy novel you were engrossed in. The sound barely registers as your eyes fly over the page. Your mind flooding with how you wanted to try some of these new found kinks with your new husband, Andy. The thought had you biting your lip and squirming on the bar stool. Your phone dinged again, this time catching your attention and you picked it up.
Notification: Your Amazon Package is 10 Stops Away
Notification: See You Package on the Map
Your face lit up, a smile spreading across your lips and you let out a little squeal of excitement. The new lingerie and toys you had secretly ordered was almost here. A delicious thought crossed your mind as you watched the little dot on the map move closer to your location.
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Andy leaned back in the leather chair in Judge Morgan's chambers. The defense attorney droning on and on about new evidence for the trial and the possibility of a plea deal. Andy's phone dinged in his pocket and he gave the judge an apologetic smile as he reached in his pocket to silence it and it dinged again in his hand as he looked at the screen. 2 new notifications. He opened up his text messages.
The first was a picture of the new purple nipple clamps with little bells attached, laying on the gray satin pillow of your bed.
Y/N: I can't wait for you to get home 😏
Andy cleared his throat, his mind racing with thoughts of attaching the new toys to your perfect peaks.
The phone vibrated in his hand as another photo popped up in the text thread. Andy's eyes went wide before he quickly locked his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, using all his willpower to not get a raging hard-on in the middle of a judges chamber. Oh you were in for it as soon as he walked through the door tonight.
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You stood in your bedroom, looking yourself over in the full length mirror, adjusting the choker tie of the red lace teddy you wore and checking your red lipstick again. Anticipation sent a swirl of butterflies through your tummy when you heard his car pull up the driveway. He hadn't texted you back after you sent a picture of you in this little number and you were a bit nervous as to how he was going to react when he got home.
Andy barely put the car in park before he was opening the door and dashing in the house, his voice gruff as he called out your name.
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You sat on his lap on the edge of the bed, your back pressed to his bare chest, thighs spread wide over his with his cock buried deep in your soaked pussy. Your head lolled back on to his shoulder and you whined as he stopped his movements just as you were about to fall over the edge.
"Aht aht ah, Princess," he tutted, grabbing your chin in one hand to lift your head back up to the mirror in front of you, "eyes forward." He trailed kisses up your neck before hitting that sweet spot below your ear. "How many was that princess?" His middle finger taps your pulsating clit, you hips jolting at his touch.
"Seven. Please let me cum, Andy, please!" You whimpered as you looked him in the eyes through your reflection.
His voice is low as he growls in your ear, "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING," each word punctuated by a tap to your clit, winding the coil tighter and tighter, your thighs shaking and you walls spasming around his length. His hand moves to wrap around your throat, his thumb caressing your heated skin.
"Fuck, Andy, please," the coil ready to snap, your eyes closing as tears roll down your cheeks, "I'm sorry."
There were those words he was waiting for.
"Come on, sweetheart. Make a mess all over my cock," he groans, helping you bounce on his lap as colors burst behind your closed eyes. Your body moves on its own accord as heat spreads from your core, your body thrumming with pleasure and you don't even recognize the sounds your making as your orgasm rips through you. Andy groans behind you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and he can't hold back anymore, spilling his seed deep inside you.
As you both come down from your highs, Andy lays you both back on the bed and wraps you in his arms, kissing your temple.
"Thank you," you whisper, turning in his arms to face him, "for exploring this with me." You finish with a sweet kiss to his soft lips.
He smiles, "Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart. I love you."
