♍︎ 𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑫,an independent & selective 21+ canon divergent roleplay blog for John Gillman, America's 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 from Amazon Prime's 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺. ☆ A study in :: ᵗᵒˣⁱᶜ ᵖᵃᵗʳⁱᵒᵗⁱˢᵐ, ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ, ᵐᵃⁿᵘᶠᵃᶜᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ᶠᵉᵃʳ, ᵃᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃⁿ ᵈⁱᵛⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ, ᵉᵍᵒ, ʷᵒʳˢʰⁱᵖ, ᶠᵉᵃʳ, ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ ᵍᵒᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ, ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ. ☆ Organized by 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔 ,he / they ,31. ☆ .10+ years.
Mains :: Amelia ☆
❝ Watching all this 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 do nothing but 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕 us…❞
❝ Liberate. Destroy yourself.
───I came to watch you die. ❞
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Blog Roll : @godfracture , @americamade , @pvthalo
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RULE ONE. // Activity is going to be inconsistent. If this is a problem I politely ask you not to follow.
RULE TWO. // Not all drafts are created equal, with that in mind I will respond when I have the muse/time for the thread, sometimes this means I might respond to the same person often.
RULE THREE. // I will not follow everyone back, just those I can see myself writing with. I'm extremely selective about this, it's for my own comfort and not because of you.
✧ As of right now, I consider myself PRIVATE & LOW ACTIVITY. If I follow you and you don't want to be mutuals, soft/hard block me. I will give someone around a week to follow me back, after that I will hard block for my own comfort. If we are mutuals and you want to unfollow me, again hard block me so I don't try to interact with you again.
RULE FOUR. // My blog is 21+ due to possible adult content. I will only write NSFW content with those I feel comfortable with, and if it happens it will be under a read more with the tag :: //n s f w
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RULE SIX. // Shipping is strictly based on Muse/Muse chemistry. Do not force ships or I'll soft block. Understand that I too will not force anyone into a ship. If you feel pressured just let me know! I rarely even bring up shipping because I typically allow it to happen naturally IC, though I'm not opposed to pre-established things too.
RULE SEVEN. // Any fucked up writing behaviors will result in an instant block. (Incest, Beastiality, Pedophilia, Fascism, Misogyny, Racism, Homophobia, Transphobia.).
RULE EIGHT. // My triggers are :: Pregnancy, Childbirth and I will not do any threads with these topics, nor will I humor the thought of them ooc. Despite this if a muse canonically has a child, I will honor threads with them but not in infancy stage.
RULE NINE. // Massive drama posts on the dash will result in a soft block. I have ZERO interest in dealing with any of it.
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RULE ELEVEN. // I have a preference for multiparas or novellas in terms of length, I'm not particularly into single-liners so I will rarely interact with those.
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Icy blues glance down to a gold plated watch, one brow lifted as the seconds ticked away. Much to his surprise, Seven Oak's morning tour appointment had arrive not only on time, but in a breathtaking candy-apple red Bentley Continental Gt. Slowly he descends the front steps of the property being toured, a smile pulling at his lips. ❝ Well would you, look at that.❞ he mumbles with warmth as he stands on the stairs landing, arms crossed against his white polo with red hems as he watches her get out of her car.
❝. . .and you must be, Miss Jacqueline. . .Unless, of course, you'd prefer Jackie───It's a pleasure to meet you.❞ John pauses for a moment, taking in her appearance in a casual way, though immediately he's considering if she'd fit in. ❝ Seven Oak's secretary, Ashley Barrett, mentioned that you seemed like a good fit for this community.❞ A hand moves in offer of a shake, ❝ I'm John Gillman, President of the HOA. Typically I do the tours. Just so expectations are clear and you get accurate answers without any. . .confusion.❞
➥ 【 ❛ Homelander ❜ ☆ President of the Seven Oaks Homeowners Association. 】
Ten years ago , John Gillman proposed a 'community standards reform package', the HOA president at the time, Doug believed it to be excessive. . .and then two years later Doug moves to Arizona suddenly, and no one really knows why. At the next meeting, John, also known as 'Homelander' is elected unanimously. . .and to this day he keeps a brass nameplate on his desk ::
ᴊᴏʜɴ 'ʜᴏᴍᴇʟᴀɴᴅᴇʀ' ɢɪʟʟᴍᴀɴ
ʜᴏᴀ ᴘʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ
ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ
Seven Oaks is paired with the slogan 'The safest, cleanest, and most patriotic neighborhood in America.' and Homelander makes sure it stays that way. . .not kindly, not reasonably. . .Relentlessly, and by the end of the first year, the neighborhood handbook nearly reaches two hundred pages long.
Some rules include ::
1.) Approved paint colors only.
☆ White, ivory, colonial cream, eggshell, light grey and a deep shade of blue.
2.) Trash bins must be removed from curb view within twenty-two minutes of collection.
☆ Not thirty. Not twenty-five. Twenty-two.
3.) Windchimes are limited to one per household.
☆ Need to be tasteful, and cannot exceed a 'patriotic' volume.
4.) Holiday Decorations require pre-approval.
☆ May be festive, but not 'competitive'.
5.) Dog barking beyond two minutes is a violation.
☆ . . .He just doesn't like them.
The list of rules are endless, and enforced. Those wanting to stay on his good side oblige. . .Those who don't, well. . .There have already been a heavy fines towards a specific individual who refuses to follow the rules, that said, Seven Oaks has it's own lawyer and will use them when necessary if payment cannot be collected. within 72 hours within an incident.
One of the more. . .peculiar things about Seven Oaks is a monthly cookout at the clubhouse that all resident's are encouraged to attend to celebrate their community.
When attending one would note ::
☆ The setup is always navy tablecloths, white folding chairs, gold eagle centerpieces.
☆ No one eats until Homelander gives a toast.
☆ After dinner, Homelander gives callouts which typically can range from praise to humiliation and ostracization.
Next comes 'community reflection' where residents stand and share something they are improving to the community.
One thing is for certain. . .Seven Oaks is unlike any neighborhood in the country, and only the strong survive.
It happened so fast───A casual conversation turning sour. Spurred, no doubt, by his insecurity, and the need to dominate. Then there was Amelia who always had to have the last word. Normally he shrugged it off and rolled his eyes, but this time. . .He decides to do something about it.
A red leather gloved hand lifts, and presses one particular red button. The elevator stops as he slowly turns to her, his expression callous and before she can even say a word his hand moves to grab her, turning her before she can react, his palm pinning the side of her face to the metal wall. . .the pressure would hurt no doubt, but even now as he plans to desecrate her, he's careful to not use too much pressure because much as he'd never admit it, she was precious to him.
❝ You're fucking unbelievable.❞ he breathes into her ear, his voice tense as his free hand moves to her front to unbutton her pants, letting them slide to the floor as his hand moves against the heat between her legs. An index and middle finger work her immediately as he leans forward, his erection pressed against her rear as he exhales lowly. ❝ Talking to me like that───Like you didn't have my cock down your throat last night.❞ He mutters under his breath, spreading her slickness before his hands retreat , ❝ Don't fucking move.❞ An order, warning as he moves to pull his cock out, guiding it so that it rubs against her slit in a painfully slow motion.
❝ I'm going to fuck you stupid. . .and then you are going to go into that meeting like nothing happened.❞ A shift of his hips before he bucks himself fully into her heat, his head leaning back immediately as a groan escapes at the sensation of her velvety walls clenching him. A exhale as one hand holds her steady as the other moves to grope her grossly as moves with intent, not slowing in the slightly. A hiss leaves him, ❝ I'm going to fill you to the fucking brim too." He growled, "So you can sit in it like the whore you are.❞
the steel of the elevator wall was harsh , bruising pristine skin with red marks and no doubt undoing her perfectly aligned makeup . ( she could feel the pressure of his gloved hand ) , forcing her into compliance even if her mind certainly refused to follow . the cold air lingering within the confined space sent goosebumps racing down her spine , ( a sharp contrast to the heat rising between her legs ) . a gasp escaped before she could stop it , his words allowing another strangled moan to escape .
amelia had always possessed a talent for getting beneath his skin , ( for provoking him , perhaps even mocking him at times ) . a satisfaction flickered through her . defiance . amusement . a sense of control hidden beneath the pressure he exerted over her . but it vanished , as her rear felt his erection , absentmindedly moving against it . ( in need , it desperate want ) . ❝ . . . as i recall , you were BEGGING to finish inside me . ❞ but amelia's words were merely a quiver , her folds reacting , burning with slick wetness as he forcefully entered her . her back arched at the sensation , words catching in her throat as her hands gripped the wooden railing for support . ❝ . . . you could not fuck me right . . . if i - ❞ again - amelia cut herself off , nails digging into the wood . ( her folds clenching around him , a deviant act to get him to comply ) , for amelia wanted nothing more than control . ❝ - FUCK ME , JOHN ! ❞
it was a command more than a suggestion , her body responding before her mind had the chance to object . using her rear to bounce up and down his shaft , ( eyes wavered , clouded by the sensation - the sound of her wetness the only thing heard ) , between ragged breaths , and moans . ❝ . . . be a good boy , and give me what i want . ❞
John's perfectly sculpted brows are furrowed, his breaths heavy as the hand groping her breast moves to grab her other hip, pulling her tight against him before quickening his speed. The sound of their bodies against one another, paired with her warmth causes his face to flush, his breathing huffing through a bitten lip until those two words─── ' Good boy. '
It causes a delicate whimper to escape him in acknowledgement, his forehead coming down to her shoulder before nuzzling into her neck with soft kisses. ❝───Fuck. . .❞ he mutters into her skin, his lips resting against her temple as his eyes slid shut. His thrusts slow, but remain strong while he takes initiative to begin rub her clit to make sure she's just as close as he is.
John breathes out with a groan, his lips moving to kiss at her neck like a starved man before he slips out, picking her up with a turn before his hands support her thighs as he buries himself in her again. A gasp escapes as he returns with a steady motion.
❝ You're the only thing that matters to me. ❞ He grunts as he looks into her eye, his face leaning close enough that his nose brushes against hers. ❝ I'd burn it all down if you asked───❞ he swears without hesitation, his blue eyes devout to her and her alone. ❝ Anything you want───anything. I'll give it to you.❞ his brows knitting together as he feels warmth spread in him, a huff, ❝ Amelia───FUCK, ❞ Another deep growl, ❝ Come for me, babygirl───come for your God. ❞
When the moment comes, he buries himself into her all the way before he spills into her, a loud moan escaping as he kisses her, then her jaw, then her neck once more where he peppers them all over her. His hands hold her tight, his chest heaving as he pulls her closer. One hand cradles the back of her head, his lips trailing back up to her temple as he tries to manage his breath. Blue eyes inspect her with concern, ❝ Are you alright ? ❞ he murmurs softly to her, ❝ I didn't hurt you ? ❞
It happened so fast───A casual conversation turning sour. Spurred, no doubt, by his insecurity, and the need to dominate. Then there was Amelia who always had to have the last word. Normally he shrugged it off and rolled his eyes, but this time. . .He decides to do something about it.
A red leather gloved hand lifts, and presses one particular red button. The elevator stops as he slowly turns to her, his expression callous and before she can even say a word his hand moves to grab her, turning her before she can react, his palm pinning the side of her face to the metal wall. . .the pressure would hurt no doubt, but even now as he plans to desecrate her, he's careful to not use too much pressure because much as he'd never admit it, she was precious to him.
❝ You're fucking unbelievable.❞ he breathes into her ear, his voice tense as his free hand moves to her front to unbutton her pants, letting them slide to the floor as his hand moves against the heat between her legs. An index and middle finger work her immediately as he leans forward, his erection pressed against her rear as he exhales lowly. ❝ Talking to me like that───Like you didn't have my cock down your throat last night.❞ He mutters under his breath, spreading her slickness before his hands retreat , ❝ Don't fucking move.❞ An order, warning as he moves to pull his cock out, guiding it so that it rubs against her slit in a painfully slow motion.
❝ I'm going to fuck you stupid. . .and then you are going to go into that meeting like nothing happened.❞ A shift of his hips before he bucks himself fully into her heat, his head leaning back immediately as a groan escapes at the sensation of her velvety walls clenching him. A exhale as one hand holds her steady as the other moves to grope her grossly as moves with intent, not slowing in the slightly. A hiss leaves him, ❝ I'm going to fill you to the fucking brim too." He growled, "So you can sit in it like the whore you are.❞
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💋👅❤️🔥 ---- Not for the weak hearted ; an assortment of sinday prompts for all your NSFW needs. Specify muse for multimuse blogs! Add + reverse, if needed!
{ SQUEEZE } --- Sender squeezes Receiver's ass too tight to be suggestive.
{ LICK } --- Receiver licks the underside of Sender's jaw.
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* THE SUBSTANCE. ☆ ❛ did you follow me here ? ❜
@garglemyballsack
❝━━━What the hell makes you think you'd be worth following ? ❞ Homelander barks back as a dismissive retort, the smile on his face anything but kind. ❝ Do you really think that I was lonely and was like, 'gee where's my Papa ? I wonder what he's doing?'. ❞ A pause paired with a chortle, ❝ That I decided I had NOTHING else to do with my time but to follow you here? Hm ?❞ Another taunt follows as his arms move behind his back, blue eyes narrowing, ❝ You should try to being more modest, father. It's less of an embarrassment. ❞