(Vought has tried to make supe children with Homelander's DNA, the only success is a mutated little girl who has part canine DNA)
(trigger warning, abusive homelander and just overall creepy homelander)
DISCLAIMER: by continuing you acknowledge the fact that these stories can sometimes be dark and triggering. If you decide to continue you cannot complain if you are triggered. These are fan fictions I do for fun, these are not professionally published books. I don't want critics or feedback, because the works I post here are unedited and something I do for fun and not so it has perfect spelling and punctuation.
All you had known your entire life was a vought lab. Being shoved away like some dirty family secret. Your father visited you sometimes, but it was usually just to check up on progress of your powers. Vought had tried to create many supe children from Homelander's genes, but apart from Ryan you were the only success. The only problem was that you were...deformed. The scientists had studied you from the moment you were born to try and determine why you were born with canine DNA. They still didn't have any answers.
You were in your little cell that had a bed and a toilet in it. You sat on the ground playing with a ball as your tail wagged behind you. You heard a noise and your dog like ears perked up on top of your head. You saw your father entering and your tail wagged even more. He smirked and stepped in front of the glass. 'There's my little mutt,' he said. He enjoyed having someone who was excited to see him, someone who listened to him no matter what. You grabbed your ball in your mouth and sat by the glass as he chuckled.
'Sir, we wished to talk to you about Y/N. We've been seeing good progress in her and we believe with the right teacher she could become more...human,' the scientist said. Homelander's smile faded and he turned to look at the man.
'You think there's something wrong with my little girl?'
'No, sir. It's just if you wanted her to act more human.'
'Well, I don't. She's perfect the way she is. Obedient and mindless, perfect,' he said with a smirk.
'Of course, sir. We'll continue how we've been going,' he said before walking away. Your father opened the cell and stepped inside. You stood up and looked at him excitedly.
'Uh, uh sweetheart. You know I don't like when you stand up. You're a little mutt, you should act like it,' he said. You pouted a little and kneeled back down again. 'Now, isn't that better? You need to listen to that canine part of you, sweetheart.' He reached down and ran his hand over your ears as you twitched a little at the touch. 'Hmm, I wonder how you would go in my penthouse. Would you like that, darling? Want to keep daddy company?' he asked as you tilted your head and looked at him.
Homelander had decided he wanted you around more often. So, he was getting you settled into his penthouse despite the warnings from the scientists. You wandered around the penthouse and sniffed a few things before you climbed up into one of the spare beds. 'No, not on the bed. Come on, hop off. I got you your very own bed,' he said as he gestured for you to follow him. You followed him into his room to see a dog bed at the foot of his bed. 'This way you're nice and close to me,' he said as you sniffed the bed. You jumped up onto his bed as he looked at you in disgust. 'No! I said get down!' he shouted. Your tail went between your legs and you quickly hopped off and went onto the dog bed. 'Good girl. You don't get on the furniture, understood?' he asked. You nodded a little and kept your tail between your legs. 'Good, I'll even get you some good food, hmm? Your own little bowl,' he said as he patted your head.
When Ryan arrived home that day he saw you sitting on the floor just outside the kitchen. He had heard rumours about a hybrid half sister he had, but this wasn't what he expected. You perked up and looked at him and sniffed the air.
'Uh... Father?'
'Ryan! Meet your sister, Y/N. Cute, isn't she?' he said as he threw some food on the floor for you. You ate it off the floor and wagged your tail as Ryan watched with slight disgust. He moved forward and looked down at you.
'Uh, hi...' he said.
'She can't talk, just pat her head.'
Ryan looked back down at you and gently reached down and placed his hand on your head. You smile with your sharp teeth and made Ryan chuckle. He looked at the collar around your neck and frowned. 'What does the collar do?'
'It just keeps her behaving and quiet,' Homelander said as he continued to make dinner for himself.
'It's a shock collar? Isn't that...cruel?'
'She needs to learn one way or another. Let's just hope we don't have to use it,' he said simply as Ryan gently scratched behind your ears. He chuckled when he saw your tail wagging.
'Would they hurt her in the labs?' he asked.
'Sometimes, but she behaves a lot better now,' Homelander said as he dishes up his own dinner and left the kitchen. You whined a little and watched him leave.
'Does she need food?'
'She had some steak before. I'll get dog food tomorrow,' he said. Ryan looked at you sadly. Surely his father wouldn't force you to eat dry dog food. Ryan glanced to make sure his father was gone before he rummaged through he fridge and found some left over pizza. He quickly heated it up before sitting on the floor with you.
'Here, you'll like this a lot better,' he said as you nodded and took a piece. You giggled and your tail wagged as you ate the pizza. Ryan chuckled and ate some with you. 'It's kind of cool to have a sister. I just didn't realise you actually had dogs ears and a tail. Do you know what I'm saying?' he asked. You nodded and smiled with your mouth full. 'But you can't speak?' he asked. You pointed to the collar around your throat and he looked at you in confusion. 'The collar goes off if you speak?' You nodded your head and continued to eat as Ryan looked at you sadly. Ryan glanced around again before he moved over to look at the collar. He found a button that turned off the shock feature. 'There... When it's just us, you can talk, okay?' he said. You looked at him and glanced around nervously.
'Ryan,' you whispered as you pointed at him. He chuckled and nodded.
'That's right, Y/N. Can you say Y/N?' he asked.
'Y/N,' you whispered. He smiled softly and reached up to pat your head again.
'That's right,' he said before he heard Homelander coming back. He quickly turned the collar back on. He came back out and smiled.
'Look at you two getting along. Don't let her up on the furniture, alright?'
'Why not?' Ryan asked in confusion.
'She's a mutt, mutt’s don’t belong on furniture,’ he said in a harsh tone.
‘She’s part human and your daughter. She should be treated as such,’ Ryan said as he stood up.
‘If you have a problem with how I handle her, you’re more than welcome to leave, son.’ Homelander stepped closer and you tucked your tail between your legs. You slowly crawled forward and sit in front of Ryan with your ears pinned back in submission. ‘What the hell are you doing? Are you protecting him?’ His voice was still harsh as you looked at him in fear. ‘Move, mutt,’ he growled as he glared at you. You whined in fear and moved back a little. Ryan kneeled down and placed his hand on your shoulder.
‘It’s okay, I’ll be alright,’ he said. He offered you a soft smile and you crawled backwards to sit behind Ryan.
‘Oh, now you’re scared of your father?’ Homelander said. You looked at him with an uncertain look in your eyes.
‘Father, she hasn’t done anything wrong. She’s just confused,’ Ryan said. Homelander sighed and rubbed his head.
‘Fine. Get in your bed, mutt,’ he growled. You whimpered and quickly rushed off to the bedroom where your bed was. You curled up in the bed and looked up on the bed to see a warm blanket. You thought for a second and sneakily grabbed the blanket and curled up into it.
A few minutes later Ryan walked in to see you curled up in the blanket. He smiled and laid down on the floor beside you. ‘Hey, father has gone for a meeting. You wanna come out with me? I can turn the collar off,’ he said. You smiled and your tail started to wag again as he reached up and turned the collar off. You smiled and suddenly leapt up and ran out of the room. Ryan chuckled and chased after you as you sniffed around the house. ‘Easy girl! Don’t break anything.’ He watched as you jumped up onto the couch and began sniffing over it. ‘I guess you haven’t been out of the lab much. I have an idea, but you have to promise to behave,’ he said. You sat up straight and looked happy as your tail wagged. ‘Come on. Just stick close to me.’
Ryan took you up to the roof and you stared in awe up at the bright sky above you. Ryan smiled and saw tears in your eyes. ‘Wait… Have you never seen the sky?’
‘On…tv,’ you said as he looked at you sadly.
‘They really never let you out, huh?’ He asked. You shook your head before you went to the edge and glanced down at the city.
‘Very high,’ you whispered. Ryan smiled softly and stood beside you.
‘Yeah, the city can looked pretty scary from here. It’s not so bad though,’ he said. You looked at him and he noticed your tail wagging again. 'What's on your mind?'
'You're...family?' you asked.
'Yeah, I'm your brother. Pretty cool, huh?' he said. You smiled and lunged forward to hug him. He chuckled and gently hugged you back. You nuzzled into him and he gently patted your ears.
'Family,' you whispered. Ryan suddenly felt even more protective over you, he hated the idea of you being treated like a dog.
'We better get back before father gets home.'
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When Homelander returned he found you curled up in your bed with a blanket. He rolled his eyes and woke you up. You yawned and looked up at him as your tail began to wag. 'Who's blanket is that, hmm?' he asked. You went to speak but quickly stopped yourself. You pouted and took the blanket off and handed it to him. 'If I didn't give you it, you don't it. Do you understand that?' he said sternly. You nodded and kept your head down as he scolded you. You glanced up at him with your ears pinned back.
'Father...' you whispered before the shock collar gave you a nasty shock. You whimpered and backed away from him.
'We established that you don't speak, sweetheart.' He stepped closer as you whimpered and feared up a little. You kept down low and tried to seem as submissive as possible towards him. 'If you keep this up I'll muzzle you as well, darling.'
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It had been abour two years since you'd started living with your father. Whenever he wasn't around Ryan was teaching you how to talk better and after two years you'd gotten pretty good. He had even taught you how to walk properly. You were home alone and asleep on the couch when the door opened. You quickly hopped off the couch and sat in your bed when you saw it was your father. You smiled and your tail began to wag but it changed quickly when you saw him glare at you and slam the door shut. You looked at him in fear. 'A little birdie told me Ryan has been teaching you to speak and even how to walk. Little mutts like you aren't meant to speak, are they?' he said as he stepped forward. You went to run but he leapt forward and grabbed you by your hair. You yelped loudly and the collar shocked you. 'You're having time out. You want to take it for granted? Huh? I'll show you what life without me is like,' he growled as he grabbed a few things and dragged you into the elevator. You struggled against him and whimpered quietly but he kept a tight grip on you. The elevator opened at the roof and your father dragged you around the corner and pulled out some rope. He began tying you to a pole as you cried softly. 'Stay! I'm getting something better to keep you here.'
He returned a few minutes later with a chain and a muzzle. You looked at him in fear and whimpered softly. 'Those puppy eyes won't work on me, sweetheart.' He attached the chain to your collar before locking the muzzle around your mouth. You whined and pulled at the chain as you tried to get closer to him. 'If you're lucky I'll come give you food.'
You whined as loud as you could before you were shocked again. You sobbed in pain as you watched him leave you alone.
The next morning you woke up and shivered from the cold rain that had fell overnight. You whimpered softly, you were so hungry and cold. You heard a noise and tried to move against the chains. A figure moved around the corner and looked at you in shock. 'Bloody hell... What the hell are you?' the man said. You cowered in fear and pulled against thr chain. 'Oi! Calm down, you're gonna bloody choke yourself,' he said as he knelt down and looked at you. You stopped pulling against the chains and stared at him with wide eyes that were filled with tears. 'Never seen anything like you, darling...'
You heard a noise and looked up to see Ryan, he looked at the man in shock. 'Billy? What the hell are you doing here?'
'Came to get some bloody information and found this little thing up here,' he said. Ryan looked at you in shock and rushed forward.
'Y/N, oh my god. I was looking for you, oh god you're freezing,' he said as he ripped his jacket off and put it around you. You whined softly and moved closer to Ryan.
'You know her?' Billy asked.
'She's my sister...'
'She's your fuckin what?' Billy asked in shock. Ryan tried to take off the muzzle but realised it was locked with a key.
'She's my half sister. They used Homelander's dna to try and make more supes. She was the only success but her dna mutated into...this,' Ryan explained as he tried his best to warm you up. 'Father treats her like a dog... She sleeps on a dog bed, she eats dog food, drinks from a dog bowl and isn't even allowed to walk,' Ryan said with a sad look. Billy looked at you and could see how terrified you were.
'Fucking hell... I didn't think that bastard could get any sicker.'
'You have to take her back with you. Please, Billy. If she stays here I don't know what father will do,' Ryan begged. Billy groaned and rubbed his face before he stood up.
'Kid, I can't take her on.'
'You have to, please. She's been treated terribly, with you she can actually learn to be a person. She's a supe, she could help you,' Ryan said. Billy looked at you again and hated that he felt bad for you.
'Fuckin hell, fine. I'm only doing this for you, kid.'
'Thank you, Billy,' he said. He looked back at you and smiled. 'Billy is going to protect you. With him you'll be able to speak and even walk, okay? Like I taught you.'
Billy watched with a fondness in his eyes as Ryan spoke to you. He managed to get the chain off the collar and helped you stand up. 'Will you be able to get the muzzle and collar off?' Ryan asked.
'Yeah, I'm sure Frenchie will work it out,' Billy said as you held tightly onto Ryan's arm. 'It's alright, sweetheart. I ain't gonna hurt you, I'll take you somewhere safe, okay?'
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With a lot of crying and whining you were finally back at the boys base. Billy entered first and was thankful the base was empty for now. He led you insicr and sat you down before he grabbed some tools. 'Alright, darling. Let's get those damn things off you,' he said. You stared in fear and tried to back away but he gently held onto you. 'Shh, it's alright. I'm just taking the muzzle and collar off, okay?' he said. You looked at him with caution in your eyes and sat completely frozen while he began to pry open the lock of the muzzle. He managed to get it off and then began to work on the collar. He made sure to turn it off first before starting to pry at it. He managed to damage the lock and busted it open to see permanent scars from it on your neck. 'Bloody hell, luv... How long have you had this damn thing on?'
'For always,' you whispered. Billy looked at you sadly and could see just how broken you were.
'Well, no more, alright? You ain't gotta wear it here and you're allowed to speak whenever you damn well please,' he said. You looked at him nervously and glanced around.
'Food?' you asked timidly. He chuckled and stood up.
'Bet you're starving, darling. I'll get the boys to pick something up on their way home. In the mean time I've got some chips, nothing fancy,' he said as he tossed you a bag of salted chips. You looked at it in confusion and started to chew on the side of the foil. 'Bloody hell. Luv, the food is inside it,' he said as he opened the bag for you. You sniffed the bag a little before you began eating the chips inside like a wild animal. Billy chuckled and ruffled your hair while you ate.
When the boys returned they carried in about six boxes of pizza and all froze in shock when they saw you on the couch next to Billy.
'Ah, Mon Ami. Are you aware you have a furry beside you?' Frenchie said as you looked up and your tail started to wag.
'This is Y/N. Homelander's deformed kid,' Billy said casually. You jumped down from the couch and crawled towards the team as they stared at you. You sat in front of Marvin and tilted your head. 'Give her some pizza,' Billy said.
'Uh, okay,' Marvin muttered. He placed a box on the ground and opened it for you. You glanced back at Billy for permission.
'Go on, luv. All yours,' he said. You smiled and quickly tore into the pizza while your tail wagged faster.
'She's Homelander's Daughter? How?' Hughie asked as he watched you eat.
'Apparently they tried to make a bunch of supe kids with his genes. She was the only success, but the dna mutated into that,' Billy said as the team nodded. You practically devoured the pizza before running back to Billy and getting on the couch again. He chuckled and ruffled your hair. 'Alright, you're very cute, luv. Starting tomorrow I'm teaching you to be more human,' he said as you looked at him.
'Ryan... Taught me to speak...and walk,' you said. Billy smiled fondly at the thought of Ryan teaching you things behind his father's back. 'That's why I was on the roof...father found out.'
'Well, you're father is a right bastard, darling. You're a person, you're gonna start acting like one,' he said. You smiled with your sharp teeth and Butcher chuckled softly. 'Cute, ain't she?'
'Does she...bite?' Hughie asked.
'She hasn't tried to. Don't go treating her like a dog, treat her like a person. Got it?' he said sternly as the team nodded and went their seperate ways. Hughie cautiously stepped closer and looked at you. He noticed the scars on your neck.
'Did she have a collar on?'
'Yep, and a muzzle. Her own father put her in them,' he grumbled. Hughie looked at you and smiled.
'Hey, you want to look through some of my clothes? Might be better then those wet ones you're in,' he asked. Your ears perked up and you nodded. Hughie reached a hand out and helped you stand up. You were a little wobbly on your feet, but you managed to walk beside him. He guided you into his room and you began to sniff everything. Billy followed you both to keep an eye on you and watched you while Hughie found some spare clothes. You cautiously moved towards the bed and sat on it as you glanced at Billy to see if he’d react.
‘It’s alright, darlin. You’re allowed on the bloody bed. What, your daddy not let you up on the furniture?’ He asked. You shook your head and Billy felt even worse about your situation. ‘So, where did you sleep, luv?’
‘Dog bed in father’s room,’ you said. Hughie turned around and looked at you sadly.
‘Your father forced you to sleep on a dog bed? Did he give you…dog food too?’ Hughie asked.
‘Yes,’ you whispered. He offered you a sad smile.
‘Well, you get real food here and a bed. I’ll happily take the couch and you can have my bed,’ Hughie said as you smiled and your tail wagged.
‘It’s alright, Hughie. I’ll be able to find a spare mattress today somewhere in storage,’ Billy said. You began to mess up Hughie’s bed and sniff around as they chuckled. ‘Or she’ll claim your bed, mate.’
You plopped down onto the bed and curled up under the sheets. ‘I don’t mind, especially when she’s so cute.’
Billy chuckled and looked at you all cosy. ‘Alright, get some rest, but after that you’re getting a bath and new clothes, darlin.’
Yesss… the boys x child!reader is SOBGOOD. Pretty please do a part 2 at some point where Mister meets Butcher. And also your writing is delicious okay thank you ily 🫶🏼
Thank you so much 😭❤️
I'm so glad you like it and don't worry part 2 is on the way! I'm on a 2 week road trip that includes like planes, cars and boats so I've got a lot of writing time 😂
contents :: NSFW. mdni. established relationship. not quite somnophilia but 'reader' isn't fully awake either. brief finger sucking. thigh job. p -> v. soo many nicknames + lots of praise. i haven't written smut in maybe three years, so forgive me if this is not great ^^7 wc. ~1.6k
The night had gone to shit, and Jason was pissed.
He had one thing he needed to do, just one. It should have been easy, but every little thing that could go wrong did go wrong. And things that didn't usually frustrate him were making him feel like a bomb about to go off. He was surprised he hadn't gone off already.
He felt pretty damn close to it by the time he finally got home, unlocking the front door of your shared apartment.
The place was already quiet, and he wasn't surprised to find you had already gone to bed. He had gotten home nearly four hours later than he had planned, he never expected you to wait up so late.
He was sure you had tried though.
He made quick work of his gear and clothes as he made his way down the hall to the bedroom — helmet left too close to the edge of the counter, and the rest of his gear tossed on the back of the couch, the seat of a chair, left in the middle of the floor. He'd pick it up later, he only had the energy to think about one thing right now.
And maybe part of him wanted to hear you lecture him about the mess he made.
By the time he pushed the bedroom door open he had stripped down to his boxers and undershirt. He figured that was good enough to satisfy your 'no outside clothes in the bed' rule, and lowered himself onto the mattress next to you.
You were curled up on your side, knees tucked close to your body, your back towards his side of the bed, hands folded near you in that way he knew was going to make you complain about your wrists being sore in the morning.
It made him smile a bit as he tucked himself close to you, hand sliding across your hip and up until his palm pressed flat against your tummy, fingers spread out to pull you closer.
He wasn't trying to wake you up, but he wasn't exactly trying to keep you asleep either. And he wouldn’t deny the little flutter in his chest when you mumbled his name half asleep.
“Hey, baby” He answered against your temple, “I woke you up ?”
He knew the answer already, but you still tried to tell him you’d already been awake.
“How was patrol ?” You asked, eyes still closed.
Jason’s fingers pressed into your front a little harder at the question “Was shit, baby” He answered, head moving down to your neck, he pressed his lips against the warmth as he continued; “Nothin’ went right, nobody listened to a damn word I said. Got me all worked up, pretty girl.”
You only replied with a quiet hum, still awake but barely.
Jason’s hand moved lower, pushing up the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing – which he was pretty sure had been his at one point, before you decided to change that – and toying with the waist band of your panties.
“Jay …” You mumbled, halfheartedly pushing his hand away. It was nothing more than a slow brush of your fingers against his knuckles before your hand returned to its original position tucked under your chin.
“I know” He whispered, fingertips dipping under the fabric “I know you’re tired, baby. You don’t gotta do anythin’, just lemme have this, yeah ? That okay ?”
You took a moment to answer, long enough Jason thought you’d fallen asleep again, before giving him a small, sleepy “Mhm” and a slow nod.
It felt like the entire night had been lifted off his shoulders, finally something was going his way. His head lifted again to kiss your cheek, your temple, and then your cheek again before tucking his face back into the side of your neck. “Sweet baby, so good to me baby.”
He moved his hand up, pressing his middle and ring finger against your bottom lip. They parted without him having to ask. Your lips closed around them, giving slow sleepy sucks to his fingers.
“My sweet girl,” He cooed, rolling his hips in slow circles against your backside “My perfect girl”
His fingers pressed down against your tongue as you sucked and licked, drool pooling around them. His other hand made quick work pushing his boxers down, just enough to pull himself free, he was already hard, flushed tip already shiny with leaking precum.
He pressed the head where your thighs met and pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet ‘pop’ that made his cock twitch against your skin. You mumbled something barely legible, but enough to let him know you were at least still awake when he spit covered fingers dipped into your underwear.
They slid between the folds a few times before his fingertips found your clit. You shifted, giving him a muffled, closed mouth whine.
“I know,” He whispered, a heavy breath brushing against your skin. His hips moved forwards, pushing himself between the fat of your thighs.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby” he groaned, rocking himself back and forth between your legs as his fingers rubbed over your folds and played with the bundle of nerves above them, flicking and pinching gently with his fingertips “Missed you s’ much. You’re the only thing left that’s right in this goddamned city”
His head came up again to press his lips against your cheek, holding them there as he fucked your thighs. More precum dribbled from the fat head of his cock, smearing against your skin, and making soft squelching sounds as he moved. His fingers moved faster across your warm cunt, until he got you wet enough to dip his middle finger inside. You only answered with dreamy whines and soft moans.
“Gonna steal you away from here one day” He mumbled, his free hand coming up behind your head to turn your face towards his. His mouth slotted against yours, tongue immediately making a home past your lips. “Gonna run away with you, no one’s ever gonna hear from us again. Get you all to myself, new life far away from this fuckin’ place. Wherever you wanna go, baby. That sound nice ?”
You slurred something he barely caught, and his mouth was on yours again. Sure he was just being dramatic, Jason would probably never be able to leave this gunmetal city. But the thought of it was enough, and he thought of it often.
“Need you, pretty girl” He whispered into your mouth. Jason had never been above begging for you. He did it as easy as breathing, especially when he was like this “That okay ? C’mon, use your words angel.”
“S’ okay” You answered, voice soft around the edges, heavy with that honey-warm dreaminess.
The way Jason’s chest flooded with warmth you have thought you just told him he was being handed everything he had ever wanted. Which, in some sort of way, he had been.
“Thank you, sweetheart” He pulled himself from between your thighs, a string of precum connected the tip to your warm skin. He could’ve cum just from the sight of that alone. “Oh, God, you’re so good for me. You’re perfect. Fuckin’ perfect.”
His hand slid between your legs, lifting it to bring it back over his own, bending it at the knee.
He didn’t bother pulling your underwear off all the way, just hooked his fingers into the fabric and pushed it to the side, holding it there as he lined himself up. He rubbed the thick length of his cock across the wet folds, covering it with your arousal before he lined himself up with your entrance.
Jason wasted no time pushing himself in, making soft shushing and cooing sounds against your temple as he pressed into you. He knew he wasn’t small, far from it. And he always tried to be careful with you, he’d be buried again before ever doing anything to hurt you.
“I know, angel” He whispered, pushing forwards one more time until he was bottomed out inside you. “You’re doing so good.”
His fingers found your clit again, rubbing soothing circles across it. It was nearly enough for him just feeling your walls flutter and squeeze around him. You relaxed enough eventually for him to give a few slow, steady rocks in and out of your warm hole.
“Jay –” You whined
“It’s okay.” He replied, hand moving to pull your leg up further on his before returning to your clit “You’re okay. Missed bein’ home. Missed bein’ home so much, doll.”
It didn’t take you too long before the knot in your tummy snapped, gummy walls squeezing around him as heat rushed through you, and stars lit up behind your eyelids. Your hips jerked against his as you gasped for air.
He slowed but didn’t stop as your hips and legs twitched from overstimulation. “Almost there, baby. Just a little longer, okay ? Can you hold on just a little longer, just a bit and then –”
He was cut off by a low moan, his own orgasm flooding through him. “Fuck, baby. Oh Fuck —” His cock twitched, coating the inside of your achy cunt with warm, thick cum. He didn’t pull out, not yet. He pressed himself deeper, settling inside you as he caught his breath.
His mouth found yours again, spilling praise after praise against your lips. Almost worshipful in the way he adored you so much.
“That was amazing, baby. You were amazing” He whispered, lips moving across your cheek, to your temple, against the shell of your ear, until finally he settled against the back of your neck. “Just stay here for a bit. Go to sleep. I’ll clean you up in a minute, baby. Promise. I promise”
umm not sure if i like this but omegaverse kinda-neglected reader! x tf141 (ghost focus), angst, good ending, gn!reader, SFW
You’re a beta. That should come as a relief, many tell you every day they wish they were your designation instead. No heats, no ruts, not even stinking up a room when you got a bit too overwhelmed by an emotion.
Just in the middle: a nice calming scent, a decent paying job— never too high, a beta CEO wouldn't be able to control anything— and the lack of any crazy season that would get you all flustered. Your sense of smell was incredibly different to theirs, but you werent given much chances to complain considering all they went through in heats.
So naturally you were taught your life revolved around alphas and omegas, all the way from secondary school when you were sat next to the reactive Alpha’s to “try and make them behave better”. In biology class your designation was skimmed over very quickly in favour of understanding how to react to their emotional changes and the like, and anything else you had to figure out for yourself.
It’s not like getting out of school into the workforce was much better. Omega’s rights had changed greatly in the past century, and no one would bat an eye at them being in most jobs— so applying was even more impossible. Even when you did get into the workplace, it was like alpha’s would immediately stop listening when there was an omega in the room, or vice versa. Truthfully you were jealous of their natural pull to each other, like the relationships you’d read in books or see in swoon worthy movies.
“There’s all sorts of jobs— chefs, mechanics, cyber analysts, engineers, dont just have to be a soldier.” The army recruiter outside your local supermarket rambles, clearly trying to get at least one recruit today at the minimum. Otherwise he’d definitely get in big trouble. “And you’re a beta, so you can do both work with Omega and Alpha jobs! You’ll be fine!”
“What?” You look at him, that mention perking you up and he looks at you with glee. You were only listening in hopes he’d get you off his back, but that was certainly news to you.
“I bet you’re sick of fighting with even more people for jobs now, huh? In the military omega’s and alphas are kept very seperate, even so, they’re required to be on suppressants so everything’s very easy.”
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So, that’s how you ended up here, bullied and forced into the shape of a soldier, something you still feel fake about even after countless deployments. It’s quickly forgotten though when you have the thrill of finally finding your place in society.
Your first team was mostly alphas, a beta here and there, but it felt great to have them treat you equally, slapping a hand on your back and grinning at a job well done. The omega team wouldnt even bat an eye when you were assigned to them, just as welcoming. Truly the best of both worlds, you could be anything you wanted in this system— it was like it was built for you to thrive.
Then the taskforce got established, and by a stroke of luck, you got transferred on. “You always run this early?” A hand lands on your shoulder, and you jump just to meet Sergeant Mactavish’ grin. After completing your demolitions course with flying colours, you soon got assigned under him. His hair is wet, mohawk flat for once, and you can only assume he just washed off. Still, his scent washes over you, easing your momentary shock and you nod, smiling. “Yeah, isn't the water too cold this early?”
“It’s alright. C’mon, let’s go meet the others for breakfast.”
You follow him, the faintest happy scent trailing off of you as you do so, and spiking just the miniscule amount when you sit down at the table.
“Please please give me your bread roll, i love the jam they use for it.” Gaz pleads, clasping his hands together and you can't help but roll your eyes, letting him trade it for his fried egg. “I love you so much-“ He mumbles, already taking a bite out of it that Price rolls his eyes as he takes a seat.
“Almost thirty years old...” He mutters and you giggle, eyes moving to where Ghost comes with his tray, sitting next to Price.
“I saw you on the track, you looked tired.” He says, giving you a pointed look, and making your cheeks flush. Oh, right. The night prior you’d been suddenly awaken to help deal with a feral omega, forced to give up hours of sleep to soothe them to submission..
“Just didn’t get the best sleep. I’ll feel alright after a coffee.” You give him a small shrug, eating more of your food. His eyes linger on you for a moment longer before nodding and carrying on.
The sergeants were more than happy to include you in all their plans, barely batting an eye when your scent wasn't as strong as theirs or in combat training you couldn't hold as much of an intimidating presence. Nor did the Captain and the Lieutenant care either, always praising the fact you could slip by unnoticed, with no chance of wavering from the other two designations and such.
It felt almost like a pack.. and it was perfect. So perfect.
“Johnny, just spill it!” Gaz groans as the Scot dances around the subject for the tenth time that morning, making you all roll your eyes at the breakfast table.
“I got an omega!” The whole table falls silent, and then Gaz lets out a low whistle patting him on the back whilst the Captain nods approvingly.
“And you wont show us a photo?” Ghost chimes in, making Soap stumble to get his phone out, excited as he passes the phone around. A sweet, soft omega. Round cheeks, a bright smile, hanging off his arm like it was the key to her heart. A perfect match to him.
“She looks perfect with you, good on you, son.” The Captain says, giving him a gruff smile and Gaz snickers at his father-like praise. Then they turn to you, as you sit in shock, fork gently clattering on the plate.
Your jaw hurts from how you physically have to force a wide enough smile, standing up and coming around to congratulate him properly. It’s even worse when Kyle insists he should show more pictures and so you stand there between them, making fake ooo’s and aaah’s in hopes it would hide the slightest change in your scent.
It changes everything.
“Soap, me and Gaz are going to the pub later—“
“Ah… cant, omega wants me to watch a movie with her. What about friday?”
“Oh— do you mind if we do some sparring today?”
“Uh.. okay, sure. Just gotta finish up this text to my omega. Ye know she’s getting stronger by the day! I’ve been helping her keep fit, yknow, to stay safe and all.”
“Do you want to go grab lunch?”
“Oh— sure. Feels like i havent seen you in forever.”
You smile wide when he finally agrees to hang out with you again— after all, it’s not like he was acting like this with Kyle. So you both enter the mess, going to grab your plate.
“Ahh.. the ‘mega loves chicken like this, makes hers a bit more seasoned though. Bloody good.” You smile weakly, trying to start your own conversation about work, and the mission you’ll be going with him on.
“Oh ye havent heard yet.” He falls quiet and you tilt your head in confusion, about to place the dish on your tray.
“Havent heard what? Was there a new brief?”
“You should talk to the Captain.”
Confused, you do stop by his office later that evening, gently tapping on the door with your knuckles and announcing yourself. With a weaker scent, he couldn’t tell you apart from the alpha’s across base with their scent blockers on, unlike the rest of the taskforce.
“Come in.”
“Soap said i havent heard something about the mission im going with him on soon? Did something change?”
“Ah, right. You dont need to go anymore.”
You blink in surprise, suddenly really confused by all of this and you step forward a bit more, scent souring. Not that he’d pick up on it.
“He’s a claimed alpha now, there’s no need for a beta to mediate.”
You stand there, the contents of your stomach in your throat as you process his words. Mediate. You werent there because of skills.. the CO who encouraged you to take a demolition course didn't even think you were good at it either. They just needed a beta to mediate in a field lacking them.
“Oh. Right.”
A month passes by of you watching Soap slip away from you, barely talking to you if not about his omega, never joining you on a morning run until you’re sure he’s forgotten about you altogether. At first you had chalked it up to him just being busier with mated life. After all, you’ve witnessed the pull of an omega first hand many times, how it makes them change. Though, his relationship with the alphas didn't change in the slightest.
With his protective instincts he was drawn to the alphas more now, always hanging around Gaz and and Ghost when they weren't busy, beelining straight past you unintentionally. You cant really blame him either, no one remembers the beta’s faint scent.
It was Gaz next. One evening you were leaning against him on the couch, unable to hide your despair and luckily he’d been nice enough to let you sit there without explanation. It was nice, you thought that if you had no Soap, at least you had your other best friend. He always made you smile, and he was the reason you even got a slice of attention from Soap these days.
And then it came.
It started small, just hanging around Soap more often than not. Really you hadnt thought much of it, but it did feel rough when you sat also on the rec room couch just to watch them fully invested in something you could never join in on. You figured it was about Soap’s omega again, not something you particularly wanted to hear about.
Then it turned into turning down bar nights altogether. They would both cancel, Gaz excusing it with ‘plans’ whilst Soap was always honest. Sure you had the whole team, but being in the vicinity of four alphas in an alpha only bar was enough of a scent overload to give any beta a headache.
Then you saw his lockscreen on accident, just wanted to check the time really. It was unmistakably obvious though, the smiles, calmer than Johnny’s one, but just as gorgeous and adorable. A real treat for the eyes.
“Congratulations.” You mumbled when he came back to the couch with his can, raising a brow at you.
“What..?” He knew, of course he did. You knew his lying look.
“Got yourself an omega, when are you gonna tell the others?”
He seems embarrassed, quickly grabbing the phone off of you, cheeks burning. “How did you see that?!”
The next morning he announces it to the team and you join in with congratulating again, only too aware of the cycle that was soon to repeat. Only, it wasn't too bad with Gaz. You were grateful, so grateful when he still would spend a lunch or two with you, or even just talk to you.
“Hey, we going on our usual grocery run this week?” You two were put together on the rota for stocking the rec room and so you both head out, riding shotgun in Gaz’s car.
You both had a copy of the list, walking around the store together, until you eventually got them all. “Oh! Just a second, need to grab some scent stuff.” In the small beta section they allowed, there were really good products to clear out scents from others that’d stick to betas and linger around. After all, you had a keener sense of smell, so being around the taskforce meant it racked up pretty fast on your clothes and on your room.
Kyle was the first you confided in after you suddenly fainted once, at a bar, the scents too much for you to handle. Though you managed to quell it pretty quickly with these. Some you could just spray in your nose and go— perfect for getting rid of the oncoming dizziness.
“You know you dont have to get the fanciest things, just get the base ones. It’s at the back of the store and they’re expensive.”
You pause, he never questioned this before, not even the first time you had nervously told him— afraid to be undermined.
“There’s no base ones..” You say with a raised brow, but you cant bring yourself to be too rude to him. Even if his tone was almost sharp, scolding, as if you were being selfish. Right now it feels like you’re reduced to your designations, and that’s it. Not humans, not friends, not even teammates. Alpha and beta. “There’s only one brand that ever does it.”
“Really? And what about the cheap scent clearers? The ones you used to use before.” He gives you a firm look, challenging, and you swallow, unsure where this hostility came from.
“..They got pulled off the shelf, Kyle. Thousands of beta’s got chemical burns— i couldnt smell properly for a week.”
He pauses for a split second, like he’ll acknowledging the truth in your words and his wrongs, then just huffs, turning to scan where the empty checkout is. “Fine. Get what you want then, but I'm going to pay. I’ll meet you at the car.”
When you return with the small plastic bag, he puts his hand out for the receipt so it can be handed to you at a price for expenses on the card. “I paid for it myself.” You mutter back, your scent tinging sour and in the close proximity it might be noticeable this time. He pauses, and then puts his hands on the wheel, choosing not to comment further.
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The sergeants are on a mission, one you were supposed to be on, but now you’ve been shoved into another with unclaimed alpha’s who need a bit of extra settling. Or rather someone lesser than them they can secretly believe they’re higher than. It doesn't feel much different to secondary school now, and you find yourself with less will to argue about it.
Thankfully, Lieutenant Ghost is here with you. He’s always been alright— not exactly friendly but not rude either. You were quite intimidated by his rank at first, convinced he’d be strict and unforgiving but he’s content if you get the work done.
“Handled that bomb in record time.” He comments beside you on the way back to base. There was another demolitions expert on the team but when news came up that there was another bomb they had not suspected, he immediately put his trust in you to disarm it.
“Thanks for the chance, Lt.” You smile up at him and he nods, acknowledging your hard work. After all, you really did always put in more than your best. Even so, he cant help but notice you sink as soon as he shifts his attention to someone elsewhere, the conversation falling quiet. He’d be blind to notice the gap between you and the sergeants, even if you were a beta and them having omega’s shouldnt even bother you. Him and Price had to regularly reminds them to not walk around in clothes stinking of their partner.
“The sergeants are back from their mission, could hit the pub tonight. Whole team can come”
You feel too bad to decline now, so you just nod. “Okay. Yeah.”
—————
The Alpha only pub is bustling and you offer to grab the third round just so you can escape the thick scents building around you. It doesnt help that you’re basically rationing your scent-refresher as of right now.
“Omega’s doing good.” Soap responds to Price’s questions.. At least you’ll miss this mandatory conversation while you go. The bartender already knows you, greeting you with a welcoming smile as you start your order. It’s all going on Price’s card, so you take the opportunity to get a sundae instead of alcohol. He did owe you one after an explosive you caught right by his position. Besides, it was less than a tenner, and you’d savour it for life.
“Heat’s coming up though. It’s only three days long usually, but should go smoothly. The store almost ran out of supplies too.” Soap sighs loudly, shaking his head and Kyle nods along, also probably having similar issues.
You’re not exactly listening, carefully holding the plate of drinks so you don't accidentally spill it with the countless bodies in this crowd.
“If they got rid of the beta section, they’d have more to spend stocking on the omega stuff.” A soldier hanging around elbows Soap, but he doesnt disagree. If anything the buzz of alcohol just makes him want to finally speak his truth now.
“Right? I mean really? Beta period products? Beta scent enhancers? Like those would actually even work to attract an alpha let alone an omega. Those scent refreshers cannot be real either, i mean, you’d think they’d want to smell us, ya know? Not like they get anything else— ”
The table goes silent, Gaz obviously kicking Soap in the leg until he looks up and meets eyes with you. The other soldier doesnt bat an eye, raising a brow at you. “Oh, your drinks are here. Can you order me two aswell?”
“I’m not a waiter” You snap back, and the Captain stands quickly, taking the tray from your hands and placing it down on the table.
“Think your team wants you back over there.” He motions for the soldier to go with his eyes, and he quickly leaves. “Thanks for grabbing them, i’ll get yours. Come, sit.” He turns to you but you freeze, shaking your head, and turning back into the crowd. “I’ll get it myself.”
“You idiot!” Gaz puts his head in his hands at the very obvious tension from Soap’s words.
“I didn't know they was there!” He retorts, though also slumps into his seat a little more. “It’s true. What do you want me to say?”
“Enough.” Price sighs, pinching his brow, he should’ve stopped the sergeants earlier but he hadnt known he’d be stupid enough to say that. Even if it was something that they were all thinking.
They take their drinks from the tray you brought, Gaz and Soap downing theirs immediately as if that’ll get rid of the dread hanging on their head. Price begins to sip his light chatter starting up again until Ghost suddenly speaks up.
“They still haven't come back.”
It’s been five whole minutes, and there’s no sight of you to be seen anywhere.
—
You’re sitting at the back entrance of the pub, empty at this time with the game roaring inside the pub. The alleyway it leads into is dirty, a few football decorations here and there, but mostly just black bin bags spilling out the large bins. There were two guys who had been staring you down for a while, like you were something that needed saving. The second one of them approached and caught your lack of omega scent, they immediately groaned and just turned away.
You just stick your spoon back in your sundae, not even lifting your head the entire time, just letting the cold sweetness try and keep you together.
There’s a small noise as someone sits down beside you, a rustle of clothing, and then the soft click of a lighter. You turn your head, slightly surprised to find Ghost there instead of a random drunk bloke hoping to score a sweet thing. He meets your eyes but neither of you say anything as you go back to eating your sundae.
“Should’ve got the other one.”
“What?”
“The bigger one.” He shrugs, the cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. “Price told us to order whatever.”
“This is the only one that can come in a takeaway cup.” You mumble and he doesn't say anything further, not even when you lick the spoon clean.
“Why are you here?” You ask, unable to keep silent anymore. It’s not like he actually came to see how you were, and you’re suddenly glad he didn't come ten minutes earlier when you were on the verge of bawling your eyes out.
“S’posed to be a team night.”
“Maybe for the Alphas.” You grumble and he cant help but hum alongside you, not arguing with you on that fact.
“Cant stand the smell, can ya? Got the takeaway cup cause you knew you’d need to go regardless.” Of course he figured it out immediately, though you’d think it’s impossible to read you given how some people treat you.
“You mad i’m not fawning over your scent?” You scoff and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, making sure no chocolate sauce lingers— especially with how he’s watching you right now.
“Johnny is a stupid drunk, ‘lright?.” He mutters, a bit of bitterness in his tone that always lingers, but it’s not directly at you. “Price’ll convince you it’s just his instincts and all, looking after the omega.”
You look over at him and give him a deadpan look, the most honest you’ve ever been with the man. Usually you’re pretty agreeable, in fact the only time you’ve had a conflicts was when they got injured. Turns out you’re the only voice of reason whenever that happened, as the smell of the blood sent the rest of them into a spiral of worry.
And well, after that, he can't really blame you for being like this.
“I’m going.” You mutter, standing up and throwing the plastic cup in the bin before wiping your hands on your jeans.
To your surprise, he doesnt hesitate to follow you as you round to the front, heading to the little bus stop. It’s not the first time you’ve left early, but it is the first time someone’s made sure you’re alright by the end of the night.
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Soap only makes a quick apology which you’re forced to just accept,, because what else can you really do? Mess up a whole team because of one thing he said which wasnt that far from the truth?
As predicted, Price did try and tell you it was due to protective instincts, wanting the best for his omega. Right, the same instincts that made him leave you like you were dirt on his shoe.
Besides, life was getting busier for you as you now got passed between two teams. Either working with Ghost and Price or a different group of alphas. Passed around like a damn stress toy in your opinion.
“So we’re going to the one in the highstreet?” Gaz and Soap are chatting on the couch, not that you’re listening, just getting your things out the cupboard to make yourself a hot drink.
“My ‘mega loves it, craves the food there all the time. She’s gonna love meeting yours.”
Whatever, it wasnt the first time they’ve discussed plans in front of others. Wouldn't be the last.
“I’ll text the Captain and Ghost.” Soap adds, humming as he starts tapping away at his phone, opening their group chat you assume. One that you’re clearly not on, given that they dont invite you.
“You think he’ll even come?”
“He’s not that antisocial.”
“Yeah but he’s only one without an omega dumbass.”
The container you're holding clatters against the table and they both back to stare at you with the exact same wide eyed look you’re giving them. If he’s the only one then Price..
You walk out like nothing happened, even if you can feel the tears start to burn your eyes. It was all going so well, you were all happy together— werent you? So why?
The cycle repeats for the third time. You’re taken off another team, not deemed useful enough anymore. You congratulate Price when you next see him, and he doesn't say more than a thank you. Somehow it hurts more that he didn't purposefully tell you— he just forgot, like everyone else did.
You stopped coming by the rec room the last time the sergeants had a movie night without you. The texts between them and you ran dry, and after skipping one breakfast, you just never came back again. That’s just how it was now, and they didn't even reach out once. In fact, all of the last messages were from you. An unanswered question, a conversation cut short, or a text that just never even got opened.
Except for Ghost. He still spoke to you— well, as much as he’s known to anyway. A hello in passing, a chat between sets in the gym, maybe when you’re queuing for food. As much as you wanted to take the opening, you just couldnt, too terrified to. After all, it was only a matter of time until Ghost left you aswell. You should know that you should savour every last moment, cling onto it tight, but you just can't. It’s not like you two were ever the closest anyway.
——————-
You’ve been moved to an omega team this time. It’s not the first time you’ve worked with one, but usually they can balance each other out easier since they aren't as explosive as Alphas. It also means this is a mission you can't slip up on from the months of work they’ve put into this.
They welcome you immediately, and you grasp the ropes of it all fairly quickly, until it’s finally the day. The prisoners are right where you expected them, and just as told, the one in the middle has explosives strapped all over.
They evacuate the rest out whilst you kneel down before the explosives, watching the wires and where they turn and twist intently whilst the person tries their best not to squirm too hard. Even with your best efforts, nothing seems to match what you know but you frown as you notice the wire reaching towards the chair they’re bound to. Down to the floor.. a weak floorboard. The weight of the chair.. essentially a mine.
One hostage on that chair— you move her off and everyone dies. What do you even do?
“Do not stand up at any point, okay? I’m going to get you out, but you have to trust me.” Shrugging all the gear off, you cut the straps that locks the person to the chair.
You hand her your gear carefully and step back, just enough to reach the doorway. There’s no telling how large this bomb is, but you can assume it cant be enough to seriously damage the ship you’re on.
“Okay, you need to shuffle forward just slightly and place the gear behind you, okay? Then, when you’re ready, cover your head with your hands and run towards me.” The woman trembles, doing as you told and the weight of the gear seems to be a good enough trade off for the mine to not set off.
After that, she bolts, and you pull her through the doorway and as far away as possible, shielding her as the shockwaves rattles through the ship.
———————
Ghost hadnt expected to see his phone buzz at this time, by the infirmary no less. But when they relayed what happened, he had made his way there immediately. You had just come out of surgery, a high enough dose of anaesthesia in you that you just werent acting right. He intended to wait outside until you stabilised, that is until the nurse rushes out suddenly.
“Would you mind coming in, sir? We need someone to restrain them.”
He steps inside to see you squirming against another nurse, slurring and trying to escape your bed, clearly panicked.
“Stop that, you’re going to hurt yourself more.” He reaches for your flailing wrists, forcing the nurses out the way as they stand at the back and watch you get manhandled by the alpha.
Something in his gut feels uncomfortable with the stains of red across the bandages across your body, burns peeking out of some. So he carefully restrains your wrists against each other, holding them firmly.
“L-lieutenant?” You stammer out, dazed eyes searching for him intently until you manage to focus on his mask. Finally you stop freaking out for a moment. He turns but the nurses are already gone, probably called to another patient— the operation you were on had quite a few injuries for different reasons.
“Yeah, it’s me. Y’just came out of surgery, you’re okay now, alright?” He carefully lets go of your hands, helping you reposition yourself after you had tried to squirm off the bed. “I’ll grab the nurse, then we can see when we can get y’outta here.”
The nurse?
You blink at him, looking around at your surroundings, the sterile smell of the place attacking your nose. Simon was an alpha.. and the nurses, well specifically in this wing.. your eyes glance to the sign outside the door, the familiar writing.
“No- no you cant!” You barely manage to grasp his arm as he pulls away and he looks at you in confusion. The beeping in the room starts getting even louder than before, almost incessant and you feel like your chest is going to explode.
“Your heart rate is rising, sarge. You need help—“
“Lieutenant— no, please-“ You whine pathetically as he pulls away from you, leaving him stunned until he reluctantly steps closer again before you throw yourself entirely out of the bed to reach him.
“I wont let ‘em hurt you, promise.” He can only assume you must be scared of needles or something, a fear of medical care surely. He never knew that about you, and it spikes something in his chest, a cog in his head. The fear radiating off of you is palpable, and he can smell the faintest change of your scent in the air.
“No- no! The nurse— she’s an o-omega, you cant—“ You choke out, head getting dizzy from all the sudden movement as you desperately clutch his sleeve. It forces him to stay right there, not the grip on his sleeve but the desperation in your eyes.
“Sarge— i’m not gonna act like a wimp in rut from talking to an omega.” He huffs but he knows you’re out of it. It must be the anaesthetic getting to your head, making you say all these silly things.
“You’re going to leave me- you’re going to—“ A sob escapes you as grip loosens on him and he freezes, watching you curl into yourself. Your forehead gently hits his arm, tears wetting his sleeve.
“I’m right here.” He says, voice quieter and it makes him breathe relief when the beeping settles down to a steadier rate, even if it is still high and you look even worse like this— so lost and terrified.
“You are..” You sniffle, pressing your nose further against his arm. “t-the omega nurse- she- she’ll come and you’ll leave with her. You’ll leave me- a-and never speak to me again, please- lieutenant please.” Your hands tighten and he swallows sharply, letting your words sink in.
It was never about envy, not even the way you stared at them whenever they spoke about omegas. It was pure fear. And this feeling in his chest, it was tightening with each soft sniffle from you, instincts flaring. He’s never felt like this in his life, infact he was convinced he never would. But he just cant stand the sight of you like this— the bloodstained clothes, the fear in every small movement, your vulnerability.
He steps forward without thinking about it, his free arm gently prying you off of him until you fall back against the pillows. “Not leaving you for some random omega, you silly beta.” He scolds, picking you up off the bed until your head rests on his shoulder, sniffling into his shirt.
“Gonna take you where you belong. Gotta tell me if i hurt you, though.” Warmth spreads through him now that he has you against him like this. It clicks something in his brain he didn't know was waiting for a stimulant.
All that leaves your lips are the sobs that keep coming, staining his shirt, but finally settling now the dizziness has settled. “Dont go.. don’t, please, you cant..”
You’re right, he cant keep you around these omegas and all of this. No, he needs you to be healing properly around things you like— you want. He needs to look after his beta.
He grabs your duffel off the chair where it’s left, checking the corridor twice before marching through the quiet corridors towards the barracks.
(You're Homelander's Daughter who has a not so perfect power. Your father wants you to be perfect but you're just a four year old girl)
You were wandering around the hallways of Vought. Your father, Homelander had told you to wait somewhere for him but you had forgotten what he said. After all you were only four years old. You saw your brother Ryan and he rushed forward. 'Hey, sis. Why are you alone?' he asked. He picked you up and you looked at him.
'Dad said to meet him somewhere but I forgot,' you whispered.
'Where's Miss Lisa?'
'I think she's sleeping. She was on the floor and wouldn't wake up. Mister promises he didn't do anything,' you said. Ryan sighed and knew your little friend had killed yet another baby sitter. Your power was odd and definitely different. You had the ability to form sentient entities from your imagination. Most people would think a four year old would make a unicorn to run around with, but no. You decided to create a sentient shadowy tree like monster named Mister who was blood thirsty. (based on my imaginary friend as a kid)
'Oh god... Okay, I'll get someone to check on her, okay? Let's go wait in the meeting room,' he said. He carried you to the meeting room and sat you down on the couch. 'Um... Stay here and I'll go check in Miss Lisa, okay? Stay here,' he said and made sure you nodded before he left. You stood up and wandered around the meeting room. The doors opened and you saw Queen Maeve and Starlight entering. Maeve didn't smile like usual but Annie's face lit up when she saw you.
'Hey, Y/N. How are you this morning, sweetie?' she asked. You giggled and ran over to her and reached up.
'Up!' you said. She chuckled and picked you up in her arms.
'Kill anymore of your baby sitters, kid?' Maeve asked as she looked at you.
'I think I did...' you mumbled.
'What do you mean?' Starlight asked. You looked at her with guilt in your eyes.
'Mister came out again and I think he killed Miss Lisa,' you whispered.
'But no consequences because you're daddy's little girl, huh?' Maeve said as Starlight shot her a glare.
'Maeve, that's enough.'
'What? It's true. She gets to just murder people like her father and she gets so punishments,' she said. You looked at her with guilt in your eyes.
'I've tried to get Mister to stop...'
'Don't listen to her, Y/N. It's just...complicated, okay?' Starlight said. You nodded a little and glanced at Maeve again.
'He wouldn't hurt you,' you whispered.
'He wouldn't stand a chance, sweetie,' she said before the doors opened. You looked up to see your father entering with the deep beside him. Starlight put you down and you looked at your father.
'Hi, father,' you mumbled nervously. He smiled and picked you up. You didn't like your father very much, he was unpredictable and only ever acted loving around other people or cameras.
While your father was talking to the others you sat beside Black Noir. While he was listening he slowly slipped his notepad and pen to you. You giggled and started to scribble in the notepad to keep yourself busy.
Finally Homelander was finished and you waited on the couch while Ryan told him what happened to your baby sitter. Homelander walked over to you once everyone was gone. 'Sweetheart, we talk about letting your little friend out,' he said. You sat up and looked at him with guilt in your eyes.
'I'm sorry, daddy... He was just trying to protect me,' you said with a pout.
'Y/N, this is the fourth baby sitter your little friend has killed! You need the cuff on,' he said. You looked at him in shock and shook your head.
'No! Please daddy, I'll talk to him!' you shouted.
'No, last time was the last straw. You get the cuff until we figure out how to control this damned power,' he said before he stormed out of the meeting room. 'Ryan, bring her to the lab!' he shouted before the doors closed. You looked at Ryan and Mister began to form behind you. He stepped back as you glared at him.
'Y/N... You need to calm down, okay?' he said. You turned around and looked at the monster.
'You can't hurt Ryan. I think...you have to go away for a bit. Father is angry at us,' you whispered. The monster seemed to soften and kneeled down so it wasn't touching the ceiling any longer. 'I don't want to be alone...'
'Not alone,' it said in a low rumble as it placed it's hand on your chest. Ryan looked at it and cautiously stepped forward.
'Why have you been killing the baby sitters?' he asked.
'They were not suitable to take care of her,' it said.
'That's not your decision to make. Unless they were trying to hurt her you had no right,' Ryan said as the monster seemed to pout.
'I am sorry,' it rumbled.
'It's okay, Mister... It won't be for forever, okay?' you said with tears in your eyes.
'Won't let you ever get hurt,' he said before he slowly disappeared. You looked back at Ryan with a sad look.
'We can go now.'
You made it to the lab and held onto Ryan's hand as the scientist equipped your left hand with a power dampening cuff. You cried softly and hugged Ryan once it was done. He sighed and hugged you back tightly. 'It won't be forever, you'll see him again.'
'Oh, come on sweetie. You know daddy doesn't like when you cry,' you heard your father say. You looked up and wiped your eyes.
'Sorry daddy...'
'Apology accepted, my darling girl. Isn't this so much better? Now you just focus on being my good little girl. No monsters, just you,' he said as he pinched your cheek. You groaned a little and rolled your eyes before he gripped your face. 'No attitude either.'
'Sorry...' you mumbled before he smiled again. He leaned in and kissed your forehead.
'How can I stay mad at that beautiful face. Don't forget we have that little daddy daughter photoshoot this afternoon... Hmm, we'll have to thing of a way to hide that cuff. Maybe some frilly sleeves,' he muttered. You tried your hardest to not roll your eyes again before he suddenly left without saying anything.
'He's stupid,' you mumbled. Ryan laughed softly and picked you up again.
'I have to agree with you there... Just don't tell him I said that.'
--
You were sitting next to Ryan while the assistants got you ready for the photoshoot, he could see you were getting annoyed. Especially because of the ridiculous frilly dress you had to wear. The assistants left and you groaned and fiddled with the dress.
'You look...nice,' Ryan muttered.
'I look stupid,' you said. He chuckled softly but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
'I'm sorry you have to do all of this, sis.'
'It's okay... I'm glad you're here,' you whispered. He smiled and gave you a side hug as you giggled softly. Your father came over and Ryan sat a little closer to you.
'Aww, look at that. All dressed up,' he said. You nodded but decided to keep the talking and eye rolls to a minimum. 'Come on, cheer up sweetie. Let's go,' he said as he reached down and picked you up. Ryan made sure to stay close to keep an eye on you, he could see how uncomfortable you were being treated like a doll.
He stayed and watched as his father forced you to look happy for the cameras. By hour three Ryan could see how annoyed you were getting and how close you were to snapping. He stepped in and kneeled by you. 'Hey, you okay?'
'I'm tired,' you grumbled with a pout.
'I know, I think it's time for a nap...' he said.
'Come on, Y/N! Just a few more,' Homelander shouted.
'Father, she's exhausted. I think she needs to rest.'
'She can do a few more,' he replied. You suddenly screamed and started stomping your feet and trying to rip your dress off. Your father grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder to drag you away. Ryan rushed after toy and slipped into the dressing room as your father threw you onto the couch.
'I hate you!' you screamed before he grabbed you by your shoulders.
'Enough! You think this is hard? Huh! You think dressing up and taking pictures is hard? Try being in a lab at your age! You're so ungrateful!' he screamed back as you sobbed. Ryan ran forward and grabbed you away. You sobbed and held onto Ryan tightly.
'Father, stop. Please, she's just a child. She's exhausted,' he said as he cradled you.
'I don't care if she's tired! She has a duty!' he shouted. You blocked your ears and cried.
'She is a four year old! Her duty is to watch cartoons and throw up!' he retorted. You tried to get the cuff off your wrist and Ryan could see you were hurting yourself. 'Sis, stop please. You're going to hurt yourself,' he said. You looked at him helplessly as you cried.
'I wanna go home,' you said. Ryan looked at you and wiped away your tears.
'Okay, let's go home,' he said. Honelander stood in front of him when he tried to leave. 'Move, father.'
Homelander glared at your both and his eyes began to glow as you held onto Ryan even tighter. 'She's staying with me.'
'She is a child, not a doll. Let her rest,' Ryan said. He wasn't afraid of his father. Especially if it meant protecting you.
'Daddy, please... I'm tired and you're scaring me,' you whispered as your lip quivered. He sighed and his eyes returned to normal. He reached forward and took you from Ryan's arms and you looked at him in fear.
'I don't want to scare you, baby girl. These photoshoots get people on my side. Do you want people to hate daddy, is that what you want, sweetheart? Why are you being so mean?' he said in a soft voice. You looked at him with tears in your eyes as Ryan glared at him.
'I'm not being mean, daddy...'
'Yes you are, baby. You're throwing a tantrum and stopping people from liking me. That's not nice, darling,' he said as your lip quivered again.
'Y/N, don't listen to...'
'Why don't you just do a few more photos with me and I'll forgive you?' Homelander said. You nodded and wiped your eyes.
'Okay...' you whispered. He smiled victoriously before carrying you back outside to get the assistants to clean up your face.
Finally you were finished and Ryan carried you back to the penthouse while Homelander continued to photoshoot. You were fast asleep in his arms and he laid you down in your bed. He tucked you in as you began to wake up. 'I want Mister...'
'He's still here, he's just in your head now,' Ryan whispered. You looked at him and let out a big yawn. He smiled and gently played with your hair. 'Go to sleep, sis. I'll stay by your side, okay?'
'Night night,' you mumbled as he made sure you teddy bear was close to you. He gently played with your hair until you fell asleep.
--
When you woke up you were alone. You changed out of the dumb frilly dress before you began to wander around the tower again. You heard some noises in an office as you passed it. You opened the door and looked in to see two men rummaging through files. They stared at you in shock before the older one aimed a gun at you.
'Billy! She's a damn kid, put the gun down,' the other man said. He lowered the gun as you stared at them. The younger man stepped closer and knelt down. 'Hey, sweetheart. Where's your parents?'
'I don't know where daddy is. I'm Y/N,' you said. He nodded and realised who you were.
'Right, Homelander's Daughter... Well, I'm Hughie and that's Billy,' he said as Billy groaned and pulled you both into the office.
'Don't bloody tell her our names!' he cursed as Hughie rolled his eyes.
'She's just a kid... Plus, she's wearing a power dampening cuff,' he said. Billy looked you up and down.
'Your power that dangerous that your father cuffed you?'
'I have the power to make things real and the thing I made real was my imaginary friend. He doesn't understand things much and kept killing my baby sitters,' you said casually as they stared at you in shock.
'That's quite the power... Why did he kill them?' Hughie asked.
'They didn't care about me much, they weren't very good, but he shouldn't have hurt them. Daddy's pretty angry at me right now, I threw a tantrum because I was tired after the photoshoot. Then daddy threatened me and Ryan and...'
'Wait, he bloody threatened you and Ryan? In what way?' Billy asked as he knelt down and looked at you.
'He makes his eyes glow and that's when I know he's angry because I've seen him slice people in half with it. I've seen him kill a lot of people. He always punished me whne Mister kills people, but when daddy kills people it's okay even if they're good people. Why is daddy allowed to kill?' you asked. Billy chuckled and your questions and the fact you showed no fear.
'Cause your daddy is a right cunt, darling. He's a bad man who hurts whoever he wants,' he said.
'He said I'm bad and that I'm mean... Yesterday I didn't want to do the photoshoot but I was so uncomfortable and tired! Then daddy said I'm mean and don't love him because I don't wanna do the photoshoots,' you said as Hughie looked at you sadly.
'Well, darling... Your father isn't a good man and you sure as hell ain't a mean little girl because you get tired. Your daddy has done some very bad things, darling.'
'I know... Like Ryan's Mommy. Ryan told me daddy was really mean to her and daddy also killed my mommy too,' you said. Billy sighed and stood up.
'Fuckin hell. Well, Ryan's mommy was my wife, I loved her very much,' Billy said. He could've melted at the way you looked up at him so innocently.
'Was she pretty?'
'She was beautiful, sweetheart.'
You looked up at Billy and put your arms up. 'Up?'
He chuckled and picked you up in his arms, he didn't know how Homelander could hurt someone so innocent and cute. 'You're just fuckin adorable, aren't ya?'
'Yep!' you said as you played with his jacket. Hughie smiled fondly, he didn't get to see a softer side to Billy very often.
'We have to get going, Billy. We got what we needed,' Hughie said. Billy looked at you and thought for a moment.
'Would your little monster kill me, darling?' he asked. You looked at him and thought for a moment.
'No, I don't think so. Mister likes people like you and Ryan,' you said.
'Like me and Ryan?'
'Yeah, protective and nice. Daddy isn't nice,' you mumbled.
'Hey, you wanna go for a little trip?' he asked with a devilish smirk.
'Billy, we can't take her with us,' Hughie whispered as he stepped forward.
'Why not? She's bloody cute, it'll puss Homelander off and her little power could be very useful.'
'Because she's a child and what we do isn't for a child,' Hughie said.
'And leaving her with her abusive father is?' Billy grumbled.
'This is a bad idea,' Hughie said. You looked at Billy and smiled.
'Can we get ice cream?' you asked.
'How can I say no to that? Come on, your joining the team,' he said as he walked away. Hughie groaned and rubbed his head.
You ever look at art and be like...man this shit kinda sucks. BUT AT LEAST IT'S NOT AI SO I'M GONNA LIKE IT, POST IT, REPOST IT AND SUCK THE ARTIST OFF
jason was completely drained from patrol as usual, so what does he do ?
take it out on you of course, let you fuck the energy back into him while you ride the thick of his cock nice and hard, taking it all the way down to the hilt.
he couldn't be bothered to change let alone take off his mask, pants tugged down to his knees as he laid back on your shared bed.
you couldn't exactly complain about it either, whenever jason wore the mask it did something to you, made you a little rabid for him and him the same for you. he found himself always being a little rougher whenever he wore it, his touch too hard and his words too mean.
no, you weren't fucking jason, you were fucking red hood.
you sat on top of him with his thick cock stuffed all the way inside your pulsing cunt. you were so wet he practically slid in, all perfect and drooly for him, your slick dripping down to his balls. he let his head fall back watching all your pretty bare skin as you began to fuck yourself on him, completely naked while he was still dressed. you began bouncing as hard as you could, he watched his cock disappear and reappear with each movement and lewd squelch.
you took it so well, taking his hard length inside you inch by inch. a sharp hiss escapes his lips and you imagine his eyes closing for a moment, head tilting back against the bed headboard. his hands find your hips quickly and his fingers dug hard into your flesh with the familiar grounding friction of his calloused touch. jason grabs at you hard and forces a faster pace, making you gasp out and grab at the solid of his muscle for balance.
"easy baby—", his words are low and muffled through his mask.
but you don't want easy. you want it raw, rough and real, feeling the satiating throb deep inside you as you squeeze your sopping cunt around him. jason grunts, a hand reaching for your face roughly, making you stare down at his mask all wide eyed and frozen.
"behave."
you almost cum right there, but you swallow and nod, listening to his word like it's law, then you feel him begin to move. even with his face covered you could feel his gaze intense, tracking your every movement. he takes his time with each filling, hard thrust of his cock his hands flexing on your hips, forcing you steady.
his hand on your jaw stays there, keeping your gaze on his mask, if you look carefully, manage to focus your eyes you can see your reflection, faint and blurred and dyed red.
you see what he sees, your own reflection.
your own face staring back at you, lips parted and mouth held agape with his big hand.
his hips speed up with each upward thrust to meet yours, chasing the friction.
hes forcing you to ride him harder, faster, chasing the building pressure low in your belly. his thumb traces a hot path along your hipbone, his grip tightening possessively. the rhythm between you is relentlessly now, pushing up into you with powerful thrusts that steal your breath and make you cry out softly. you feel the tension coiling tight within him, mirroring the near unbearable tightness building inside you.
even when you feel yourself so close to release your eyes stay focused on the little smudge of your red reflection on his mask, you rode him faster, leaning back as your tits bounced with you.
you hear him groan at the sight.
he's as desperate for release as you now, bobbing you up and down as if you were no heavier than a flesh light, letting out little huffs and grunts. his other hand slides from your jaw down between you two to seek out your pretty clit, resting his thick fingers on your thigh while his thumb comes to stroke at the twitchy nub in tight hot circles making you jump and squeeze around him at the simple action.
“that’s what you were missing—"
"pussy's so fuckin' tight around me— so wet—”
you feel your orgasm getting closer, eyes rolling back as he slots in and out of your lulling body. the sheer size of him causes an ache inside your core that arches your back, clutching and clawing at the skin of his muscled abdomen, he feels you gush around him, all soaked and perfect and moaning and crying for him, melting with every of pull of his cock only to fuck it back in.
you can faintly see your fucked out face in the reflection of his mask and that's what does it. it has you fall forward onto him, laying across his hard body limp, face flushed into the crook of his neck but he persisted through your muffled cries and glossed over eyes.
your glistening wetness dripped down his cock every time he lifted your hips, and the way your mouth hung open, releasing moan after moan, it was driving him wild. fuck he was close, he could feel his balls tighten from the feel of your fucked out cunt as he kept thrusting up into you, balls deep. he felt your pussy twitch and squeeze, poor thing all tired out practically sopping around him with your wet heat.
he managed to ram into you once more, the ridges and veins of his cock rubbing harshly against your velvety walls as your pussy sucked at him greedily. you both held quiet listening to the wet squelches in harmony with the fleshy smacking of his balls relentless against your cunt.
"dirty girl—"
"letting me fuck you like this with my mask on—"
"bet you get off on it—" ,he lets out a lazy half groaned laugh before rearing back his hips for another brutal thrust, this time, he hit you deep, pressing into the cervix, causing your vision to blur momentarily. you were a pathetic mess, eyes watering, spit dribbling from your lips and soaking through his dark shirt while as you whined loudly.
when jason cums you swear you see stars, you feel him paint your walls with thick, creamy release, his cock humping into you weakly with a few more stuttered thrusts.
"my pretty girl", he lets out a lazy huff of laughter as he strokes your face and hair roughly, petting you all sweet like, cooing and coaxing to help you calm down,
"fuckin' pathetic—"
he laughs lazily at your fucked out state, pure bliss behind your eyes and lets his hands squeeze and flex around your ass, feeling how you were still shaky and twitchy from the high, trying to get comfortable over him.
Imagine going on vacation with Price and there's fireworks you didn't know about across from your hotel. Price acts like he's okay, but you can see he flinches everytime the fireworks burst. You drag him into the closet and close to door so it's only you two. You cradle him to your chest and whisper to him. You know he's not great at asking for help when thus happens, but you know he appreciates it.
Imagine going on vacation with Price and there's fireworks you didn't know about across from your hotel. Price acts like he's okay, but you can see he flinches everytime the fireworks burst. You drag him into the closet and close to door so it's only you two. You cradle him to your chest and whisper to him. You know he's not great at asking for help when thus happens, but you know he appreciates it.
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