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[vampy-writing-bullshit]

do I ship deeplander? no. but I can see why others do.

look at this. usually the henchman does the dirty work FOR their boss, not WITH THEIR BOSS. and do whatever this is. it’s not like he even resisted homelander grabbing his neck like that. yeah he was a bit scared, but in the way the knights are scared of their queen—just glad to be there and be used by her however she goddamn pleases.

the deep is so lowly and pathetic to the point he isn’t even a knight, henchman, or slave to me. no, the word slave indicates that they are forced to be under someone’s control—deep is just doing this because he’s a lonely attention seeking failed singer that can only get validation from his boss that would snap his neck in half if he wasn’t so easy to influence. if homelander was asked to kill his best friend for ten litres of milk, and said some throw away line about the deep, fish boy would be sobbing and sniffling about how he’s mr america’s best buddy.

to homelander, at least starlight brought a touch of innocence to the horrifying company. at least maeve was willing to do whatever he wants in fear he will kill her love, though a bit more jaded. at least a-train was a beautiful princess that did nothing wrong—I mean, shared the v around the world to warlords so that Vought could have someone to fight while looking like the good guy.

the deep? genuinely, what has he done. he raped annie, he killed a dolphin or two, indirectly killed his friend whale, killed his octopus girlfriend that is implied to be bisexual, said to annie that he wasn’t sorry for what he did, and killed ashley. no the second ashley, ashely’s ashley. how is he useful to homelander in any way? he’s always eating his ass and homelander couldn’t be any less bothered, he wouldn’t even care if the deep was bouncing on it crazy fancy style.

homelander is like a god to the deep. worshipping him (praising about how amazing he is), praying to him (thinking that homelander will somehow solve said issue), gifting offerings (killing people that he doesn’t like), hanging murals of him (hoping he was there physically in the room to give him validation), and building fucking churches and chapels of him (verbally to other people).

but is one mere worshipper ever noticed by their god? no matter how devoted they are, no matter how much blood they shed, no matter how many hours in a day they worship and grab and lick the statue of who they love, care and trust so much, would the god care? knowing that thousands, millions of other souls do the same for them, maybe even better than said worshipper?

you can’t love someone while you put them on a pedestal, they’ll be too far up in the clouds to even hear your screams of devotion

[chocomiking]

The last line <3

[writingdose]

this and also the only difference between fanfic writers and writers who sell their own original works as careers is that fanfics aren’t monetized. that’s all.

being a “professional” writer doesn’t mean your works are inherently better than fanfics. I’ve read so many fics that are more professionally written than some published books.

whether or not a piece of writing is monetized has nothing to do with its quality.

[sternfleck]

Thoughts and prayers to my European mutuals suffering under their omega heat

[ralfmaximus]

do NOT google "omega heat"

[chocomiking]

prayers for the people googling "omega heat" for the first time

[sunnydalesolstice]

Forced to go to work, born to have a hot, sloppy makeout session with this motherfucker to this song 😩😭

The obsessive unrequited love the song describes? Yeah, sums him up pretty quickly lol.

I'll see if I'll write something involving him and this song (although I need to stop adding to my list of WIPs, it's becoming overwhelming 😅).

[chocomiking]

He is so pretty 🥺

anthony is such a good actor

[emolander]

day after the whitehouse fight (they both lived and butcher kept homelander in his basement)

[collateraldamage-old]

// The idea of writing an AU Homelander where he's raised in a sorta Truman Show way while Vought waits for his powers to happen, it's been chewing on me, though mainly as a twt thing.

Like, he's certainly brighter than most kids and a little bit more durable, but he doesn't really develop powers that can be easily marketed, so he's just placed in a fake home with fake family and constantly monitored to see if maybe he's just a late bloomer.

But he goes through school, goes to university, becomes something really fucking boring (to most people, but he's brilliant at it--corporate lawyer or something to do with money), winds up going to work for Vought, probably snaps when he does find out his life for the past 40 years has been engineered in the hopes that the company hasn't completely wasted their time.

His powers manifest when it's least convenient and freak him the fuck out.

John would still develop into an asshole, I'm pretty sure it's genetic, and he's also the kind of guy who has the shittiest luck. Like, TRYING to be a good person (because his family are also assholes) keeps blowing up in his face.

(Also because I'm nasty I thought "oh god what if meeting Aurelia before her accident and the rage at the supe that caused it winds up triggering his powers ohgod")

I have been rotating this in my head for days like a rotisserie chicken

[chocomiking]

So i was reminded of how middle-aged dads admit to loving Olivia Rodrigo, and Homie is middle-aged.

Anyone else thinks Olivia Rodrigo's Vampire kinda fits Stormland dynamics?

I used to think I was smart

But you made me look so naïve

The way you sold me for parts

As you sunk your teeth into me,

oh Bloodsucker, fame-fucker

Bleedin' me dry like a goddamn vampire

[wildestlovers]

embarrassment is the cost of entry.

if you aren't willing to look like a foolish beginner, you'll never become a graceful master.

[zzekk007]

Goodnight

[thememedaddy]

[chucktaylorupset]

(via hornedchick)

Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.

And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”

And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”

And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.

[lotsofdifferentfandomimagines]

Homelander, Sir

Pairing: Homelander x female! Reader

Warnings: smut, dub-con, swearing, oral sex, overstimulation, degradation kink, daddy kink, cream pie (I think that’s everything)

Summary: Y/N used to know “John” well but once he became Homelander that changed. Until he comes by because your life is in danger. You don’t want him to be there so he makes you be a good girl

A/N: sorry for any typos, I wrote this on my phone. Also I’m sorry for doing a Homelander fic, I just can’t deny that I find him horribly attractive. Also I feel like it started out kinda cute but then I was horny so it got real dirty lol

————

Vought.

They owned him. Always had. Always would.

You knew that there was no chance they would ever let you near Homelander again. Especially now that Stillwell had her claws in him.

—

You were “John’s” only friend growing up. Your father worked for Vought and was involved in creating Homelander. And he just happened to have a child around the age of the supe they created in a lab.

John wasn’t really allowed to go outside of Vought’s compound or have any real life. So, every other weekend they brought you in to visit John and to play with him. They believed it would be important to his development that he had a friend. Especially one as ordinary as you. They assumed that this would help him to develop compassion for others — particularly for the ordinary people.

John actually really liked you. You were kind and compassionate when he was not. If you saw him stomping on ants you’d stop him and tell him that ants had family and friends too. This was a hard concept for him to grasp considering he didn’t have any family and you were his only friend. But he decided that he would be quite upset if someone were to stomp on you. So instead of stomping you both settled down on the pavement and watched the little ants going to and from the ant hills.

—

Over the years your friendship grew. You developed a bit of a school girl crush on John. He was quite cute and sometimes he would even take you flying. He’d have you jump on his back and then the next thing you knew, you were no longer on the ground.

You didn’t think he reciprocated your feelings. He believed he had a higher purpose. That he had been chosen by god to protect mankind. He took his purpose very seriously and bought into every lie that Vought fed him.

—

When you went off to college, the regular visits ended. Vought didn’t want you to see John anymore. They thought that you were becoming a distraction.

—

Every other year they’d let you have a supervised visit with John but they were busy turning him into a real super hero, into Homelander. You would only get in the way of that.

—

The last time you saw him was at 26. They had introduced Homelander into the world. He was a real super hero now. They made merchandise and everything.

You tried to tell him that you were worried about Vought manipulating him. You tried to tell him that you cared about him and you wanted to remain in his life. Instead he thought you were doubting his purpose. Doubting him.

He told you he didn’t want to see you anymore. You would get in the way of his purpose.

—

You were beyond pissed at him. Homelander. How dare he just barge back into your life and act like he’d never left.

He showed up at your house one night saying that he needed to come in and talk. Then he just sat there and didn’t say anything didn’t even try to apologize.

Eventually you couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Why the fuck are you here right now?” You demanded. He finally looked up from the floor to meet your eyes. He’d been avoiding looking at you all night.

He looked like he was tearing up but you knew it wasn’t real. He was so good at faking that shit. “I’m so sorry,” he paused and looked away again. “For everything”.

“Bullshit. If you were actually sorry you wouldn’t show up out of fucking nowhere and try to fake some emotion to get my sympathy,” your eyes teared up from anger and from all of the pain Homelander had already caused you. “Tell me why you’re really here.”

He sighed, “You’re in danger. Don’t ask me how I know —I just do”.

“I don’t care if I’m actually in danger, I would rather die than have you stay here to protect me”. Now that hit a nerve. You could tell you were getting to him, finally.

He was right in front of you in an instant. His eyes flashed red and in that second you were scared, maybe you had pushed him too far. You didn’t really know him anymore.

Homelander backed you into the wall and glowered down at you. Then he just started laughing and honestly that was far scarier.

Despite your heart racing and the actual terror you felt, you couldn’t help but find him attractive again. His head was thrown back as he laughed.

“Now, we both know you’re just being dramatic,” he tsked. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered harshly “And I can tell that you are actually happy to see me. Don’t forget that I can see inside of you”. He chuckled again.

You cursed your body for still reacting to him so positively. You both knew that his little intimidation game had turned you on and you could feel your core aching now.

He always had this affect on you but he used to be too shy and inexperienced to act on it. Clearly that had changed.

Homelander wrapped one of his gloved hands around your throat, mildly restricting the flow of oxygen to your lungs. “Now are you going to be a good girl and let me do my job? Or will I have to make you be a good girl?”

You couldn’t really speak due to the lack of oxygen so he loosened his grip a tad. “I want you to leave my home,” you tried to demand. Although it came out hoarse and unintimidating.

“We both know that’s a lie”. He sighed again, “Guess we’re going to have to do this the hard way”.

Homelander lifted your legs and shoved you harder into the wall. He started furiously grinding his spandex covered hard on against your pelvis. You accidentally let out a moan at the contact and he smirked.

It only took a bit of friction for you to cave and start begging him for something more. “John please, need more” you whined out.

“Don’t call me that. You will call me Homelander or Sir”, he demanded harshly. “And if you want more then you’re going to need to show me what a good girl you are”. He glanced suggestively down at his straining erection and then back to your lips. You nodded slowly in understanding.

He let you down from the wall. You quickly went to work on unbuckling the lower half of his suit and bringing it down his thighs. You then tongued gently at the bulge in his briefs. He took a fistful of your hair and shoved you in closer and grunter out “more”.

You nodded against him. Lowering his briefs and letting his erection spring free. It was thick and aching so bad it was purple. You teased the head a bit with your lips, gathering up some precum with your tongue. You heard Homelander hiss above you. Then he shoved you all the way down his cock and started a fast pace fucking your mouth. You were gagging and could barely breath. Your eyes brimmed with tears but you tried to keep your lips open and soft for him. You could hear his moans above you and despite the bruising that was definitely happening in your throat you could feel your core dripping. Your panties were fully soaked by now.

Just as you thought he was going to come he pulled out.

“Be a good girl and strip for me”, he demanded. “I want to see all of you without any of that clothing”.

You did as he said. You didn’t try to make a sexy show of it, you knew being quick was more important.

“Now get back on your knees” Homelander demanded. You obeyed. He started furiously stroking his cock above you. He told you to open up. He was definitely close, his breath was labored and his strokes were more erratic.

Seconds later he came. His hot seed spurted all over you. Some of it landing over your face and tits. He took a second to come down from his high before seeing the pretty picture of you bare and covered in his cum.

“Come up here,” he beckoned. “I want to help clean my good girl up”.

You rose from your knees. Homelander still towered over you but you were actually close to him now. He slowly pulled the gloves from his hands before beginning to trace his fingers across your body. It sent shivers down your spine.

It took you a moment to realize what he was doing. He was collecting the cum with his fingers. Once he had scooped up enough he brought it to your mouth. “Open up,” he cooed.

You took it. Swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his spent.

“Was that delicious baby girl?” He asked expectantly.

“Yes, sir. So good” you responded.

“Mmm good. I think that means its time for your reward then. You’ve been such a good girl.”

You moaned. You were aching and your juices were actually dripping down your legs.

His hand slipped between your legs and he groaned at how wet you were. He gently began teasing your clit with his thumb while two of his fingers delved into your core.

He worked you like magic and you were a moaning mess. Begging for more. He knew exactly where to touch you and he quickly had you on the brink.

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers. You whined at the loss of contact. Your whole body ached for him.

“Uh-uh. Use your words baby girl” he tutted. “Tell Homelander what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me Homelander, sir” you begged. “Please, need your cock, Homelander”.

“Alright since my girl has been so good and she’s so pretty when she begs”.

You didn’t even have time to comprehend his words before he slammed you into the wall and filled you with his cock. He hoisted your leg over his hip to get a better angle and then he started thrusting mercilessly into your tight cunt.

He was brutal. His hands dig into your hips to the point of pain but his thrusts hit all the right places, making you putty in his arms.

“You’re such a fucking slut for some supe’s cock. You probably don’t even care who it is, you just want them to fuck you hard” he growled. “Would you rather have another supe’s cock right now? How about the deep? Do you want him to fuck you?”

“No, sir. Only want you. Only your cock” you moaned out.

“Good girl. Such a good little whore for me” Homelander hissed out. You could tell he was getting close. His thrusts were more erratic but he didn’t slow down the pace at all. Instead his fingers came down to work your clit in time with his thrusts. You were so close.

“Please sir may I come?” You begged wantonly. You flashed Homelander your big innocent eyes while desperately trying to keep from coming. He chuckled at your struggle.

“Come for me, come on daddy’s cock.”

You did. You threw back your head into the wall and your back arched perfectly as you moaned through your orgasm. Homelander didn’t stop fucking you, chasing his own orgasm even when you started to get over sensitive. He gave a finally thrust before filling you with his come. You moaned at the feeling of him painting your insides.

You tried to lower your leg and get down from his arms but he was already hard again. Fucking supe stamina, you cursed. He picked up the pace once more as he started fucking you brutally. He didn’t care that you were over sensitive and that your moans were a mixture of pain and overstimulation.

His fingers resumed their work on your clit and he rubbed it furiously. It was all too much. Tears brimmed your eyes.

But before you knew it you were coming again and it felt good and there was a certain relief that maybe it would be over now. No such luck.

Homelander refused to stop fucking you until he came a third time.

“Please sir, it’s too much. Can’t take another one” you begged. He ignored you and went back to working your clit. You hissed in pain.

“You know you love it. You’re such a fucking cockslut” he groaned. He slowed down and appeared to be reaching his peak. His hand not on your clit came up and tweaked your nipple hard. You cried out in pain but that pushed you over the edge and into your third orgasm. Your walls clamped down around Homelander’s cock and you felt his hot seed fill you once more. You were so full of his come it was leaking down around his cock.

He slowly pulled out of you, moaning at the sight of you dripping with his come.

He knelt down and connected his lips to your core. Kitten licking up his spent and moaning all the while. “You look so good full of daddy’s come”.

He continued to eat you out and clean up his own spent. You moaned as the pain of overstimulation became too much. His lips moved to suck your clit while his fingers fucked his come back into your sloppy hole.

It was all too much but you also didn’t want it to stop because you felt yourself approaching your climax again. You moaned as he sped up his finger fucking until you came one more time. He removed his mouth from your core and licked the mixture of your come and his from his lips.

You were completely boneless and just melted into his arms. Allowing him to scoop you up and carry you to bed.

“I knew you didn’t want me to leave,” he chuckled darkly as he looked down at your thoroughly fucked body.

[chocomiking]

this is the oldest Homelander x reader fic i could find

[after-witch]

“-Homelander! I’m sorry to bother you again, sir, but you signed my friend’s merch in my name? …I guess I must’ve switched us up when giving it to you. Um, would you mind signing it again? I’d appreciate it; she’s bummed, missing this convention and all. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

For a moment, just a little one, his smile quirks downward. The cacophony of sounds surrounding you in the convention hall make you wonder if he even heard you--you've been told you need to speak up more by, well, everyone--or if you've annoyed him by taking up someone's spot in line for such a silly request.

But then he's smiling again, that smile you've seen plastered on billboards and cereal boxes and action figure blister packs.

"Of course. Anything for a such a great fan."

He takes the offered poster and sets it down on the table behind him, while a woman in a well-fitted suit jabbers something in his ear about only having so many minutes and so many fans to get through and people shouldn't get back in line to get second autographs.

You can just hear his response, spoken just loud enough for you to hear. On purpose? The idea seems silly, and yet...

"They waited in line all this time just to get something for a friend. Now, what kind of hero would I be to ignore that kind of loyalty?"

The woman stammers something and goes back to her clipboard, and you catch him grinning, glancing at you, in profile.

It makes you feel good. So good. Your heart flutters even before he turns around, offering the corrected poster with a smile, and you're reminded why Homelander is your favorite hero. The hero, in your eyes.

This is not the first time you've been able to meet him in person (you are, after all, the president of your college's Homelander Appreciation Club and that coveted position was well-earned with a curated list of conventions and other appearances) and each time, he's been everything you dreamed of. Polite and kind and with a presence that makes you relive every moment afterwards. An All-American Dream come true.

You're beaming, hoping your smile comes close to his, as you thank him. You turn to leave but there's a hand on your shoulder--his hand, gloved, squeezing gently, keeping you from taking another step.

If your heart was fluttering before, now it feels like it's stopped dead in its tracks. Homelander is touching you. Homelander is touching you.

"Hey. Before you go... can I let you in on a secret?"

He leans in, close to your ear, and you can hear camera shutters fluttering wildly nearby, a noise that buzzes throughout the crowd. You'll be trending on social media before the hour is out.

"I did it on purpose just to see your face again."

When he pulls away, hand down, he winks. Then he's grinning, facing the crowd, waving and you're ushered away by the woman with the clipboard as they let the next person up to the autograph table.

You can hardly feel your body. Your cheeks are heated and your arms shake as you grip the poster, which will probably be crinkled by the time you get it to your friend.

But that doesn't matter.

There's only one thing that matters now:

You might just be in love.

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic Father! Homelander x Reader

Your life was safe and easy until you met your biological father, who happens to be the Homelander.

It came as a shock to you, because this man is America's number one hero, and you are just an average girl.

Homelander on the other hand is proud, he does not only one kid, but two kids, you and Ryan.

The perfect family he has always dreamed of having.

He is thankful that you had a normal life with your adoptive family, unlike him who grew up with no parents.

John tries to spend with you as much as the time he can, trying to get you to be comfortable around him.

He would go shopping with you, buy you clothes.

But of course, he is the one to pick your clothes.

His disapproval of most of your clothes is the starting point where you feel annoyed.

"Come on, honey, those clothes are meant for a boy, a dress would be much better."

Not only did he control your dressing style, but he controlled your life choices.

"Your friends are little brats, you should break it off with them"

Homelander doesn't notice it, but he is making you feel uneasy around him.

You start realizing that he is different from the Homelander on media.

The breaking point for you, was when he decided to test your power by pushing you off a high building, even though you kept pleading to him not to do it.

"No, I don't have your powers, please, Papa"

"Oh honey, of course, you do, you are my flesh and blood, after all."

But turns out that he was wrong, as the fall almost killed you.

You ended up with broken arms, legs, and pelvic fracture.

You are traumatised from the accident.

That's when the homelander realised that you have no powers.

You are just a normal human being, with no laser eyes, no flying, no healing quickly, just a weakling.

Homelander needed to protect you.

Your adoptive parents tried to make him stay away from you after the accident, causing him to kill them.

After killing them, he visited you at the hospital, with a big smile on his face.

"How is my little princess doing?"

You would immediately start panicking upon seeing him, yet you were unable to move your body.

"Calm down, I just came here to inform you that your adoptive parents were killed in a burglar attack, and that I'm now, your only guardian"

Homelander said those words with a smug expression, while sitting on the edge of your hospital bed.

"But no worries, your Papa is here to take good care of you"

[chocomiking]

Characters who remind me of Homelander

Frankenstein's monster

Gilderoy Lockhart

various scum gongs in danmei

(i will no longer elaborate on this thought.)

[doodleoo]

what you learn from hobbies:

consistent practice opens up whole worlds of skill that you couldn't imagine

making mistakes in the process of learning is not only natural, it is also essential

activities that you enjoy can give you more energy back than you spent on them

wow everything is so expensive

[doodleoo]

my hands hurt

[paintedstitches]

my back hurts

[knittingontheroad]

I thought I could count but apparently I can't.

[ladyhallen]

I thought I knew color theory but now everything is just brown.

[chocomiking]

you can get trigger finger from crocheting too hard.

[valeskawhore]

IMAGINE:Homelander x Supe!fem! Caretaker.

Imagine being the caretaker of Homelander when he as younger? But you’re a supe so you were always considered ‘different’ from the rest and actually cared enough to stick around the poor boy.

Like for instance; as we all know,

Homelander had no one growing up because of his growth testing. He was super strong and could melt or crush anyone within seconds if they didn’t do things his way.

He had blowups and relapses growing up that affected his mental state so bad, that the scientists that were experimenting on him, had no idea how to stop him anymore.

Then they found you.

A lowlife supe with a bleeding heart of gold for children. You were invincible before but after vought internationals ran you through some tests…. You were unstoppable.

Fire proof, laser proof, your bones were indestructible.. your skin was as strong as diamonds! And most importantly, your aging process was so slow in fact, you stayed 23 for 4-5 years.

They had you take care of Homelander when they couldn’t reach him within the lab. You wouldn’t get hurt and they made sure of that.

Years later, after he finds out his son is alive and with Becca dying during pregnancy: (just an AU)

He finds you.. taking care of the sweet boy, his son.

•~•~•~•~•

Imagine Homelander having a weird obsession with you and not knowing why? Like he just felt tied to you completely with no explanation because vought wiped the memories of you both under the contract you both had set.

You would get paid handsomely to act as a mother towards him and set him straight during his early years But once he turned 18, vought did their best to erase every memory of you Homelander had but some gaps were too hard to fill so he gets deja fu when something reminds him of you.

A mother and her children taking a stroll to the park, for instance.. It just never made any sense to him as to WHY he felt so attached to that scene and felt the creeping cold sensation of loneliness crawl up his spine every time.

But now he knows.. and he demands you sit down with him and explain everything. It took him so many years to find you, it’s the least you could do..

[charnelhouse]

homelander content??👀👀👀

A/N: Homelander x F!Reader. Gore. Smut. Undercover lover or is she?

Homelander is her blonde-haired, blue-eyed cancer. 

He is a malignancy. He is a black tumor spreading across her organs. He shuts down her body. He cracks her open. He is an evil, insecure piece of shit, and she’s fucking him.

This alone is a problem.

But it gets worse.

Because deep in the underground of her cells and conscience, she finds it good. The sex. Beneath her layers, Homelander has dug his bare fingers into her ribs and yanked.

“Look what I do to you,” he marvels as he skates a gentle palm down the river of her spine. His other hand slips between her legs, he traces the seam of her cunt as he drops his head to suck a bruise into her neck. She can feel his eyes close to her chest, his lashes tickling her skin. There’s heat. It hurts. She jerks against him and he chuckles. There’s the smell of burning flesh. She’s a roast pig. She’s being held over a fire and lazily turned.

“Did that feel good?” he asks and she glances down to find blisters that pop and crackle above her tits. They are disappearing as he speaks. He slides a finger into her, he adds a second. Her head falls back against the wall as her thighs open despite herself. “Speechless?” he smirks and she swallows the words circulating in her throat. It’s better to let him guess what she’d say. It’s better to let him believe in the fantasy. 

Let him control the narrative.

“John,” she whimpers as she tugs on his cape, as her thighs tremble around the heel of his hand that’s currently fucking her. His expression goes slack, borderline drunk. 

“Call me that again,” he demands before he’s capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss that bleeds and burns and he eats the “John” right off her tongue before it can hit the air.

***

It starts as a ruse. 

Homelander falls for his new teammate. He obsesses. She is the new object of his infatuation before she even realizes it.  Annie is the one who lasers in on the fact that he wants her. 

“It’s because you’re powerful,” Annie declares. “Your abilities leave Maeve’s in the dust and Homelander is fiending for it. He wants to breed you. He wants a family of unbeatable supes and you've got the right ingredients so to speak."

“Oh,” she says because it’s a lot. She can make anyone do anything with a simple sentence. She leaves minds scraped out and scoured and bruised beyond recognition. She can bury herself into the churning mass of their brains and pull out their nerves, their ticks, their joys and fears and secrets. They brand her Havoc, which sounds like a villain-name more than anything. But she doesn’t protest. She accepts. She joins the Seven because it’s what you do if you can get it.

“We could use this,” Annie explains as she lays her cards on the table. She is outwardly excited, teeth glittering and snapping as she talks and talks. She smells like hairspray and daisies and mint juleps. “Distract him. Keep him busy. Help us.”

Starlight’s tone allows no room for debate. Havoc finds herself nodding. She finds herself agreeing because why be on the wrong side of history? If they win, they win. If Homelander wins, they’re all dead, but maybe a Netflix documentary will paint them as martyrs twenty years in the future. 

“Okay,” she agrees. “Sure.”

She’ll play the honeypot for as long as they need. 

***

When it’s just them, she calls him John, which he really seems to enjoy. He’s a multitude of contrasts. He is deeply insecure. He is arrogant. He is out of his mind and also desperate to be loved.

When he likes you, you know it. He uses this mild-mannered voice. He coaxes and soothes like he’s gentling a runaway horse. Much to her chagrin, she begins to feel things for him that aren’t borderline disgust. 

He shoves her out of the way when a terrorist fires a missile in her direction. He bats it away - throws it like a paper airplane. It leaves him ruffled, but seemingly unphased. He is visibly furious - cold, sneer of fury that turns his eyes to chips of eye. He stalks toward the man who aimed at her and pops his head off with his bare hands. There’s the red-splashed, meat vine of the poor fuck’s spine. It reminds her of a stem and tangle of roots. There’s blood dripping off Homelander’s face. His expression is hellbent. His teeth sharp as a lion’s as he squints at the man’s head and tosses it like a beachball.

He rushes back to her, features twisted into something like panic.

“Are you okay?”

He brushes his knuckles over her cheek, his pupils glinting as a fire rages feet away from them. The terrorist hideout is now a sooty husk. She lifts her hands and places them on top of his. She flutters her lashes, lips parting around a sigh. “I am because of you.” Drama. Exaggerated.

He blushes and she isn’t surprised when he can’t even wait until they’re back at the tower. He hauls her into the woods where the air is crisp and cold. The smell of the gas and the explosion have faded, the odors unable to penetrate the trees that surround them. 

He fucks her right up against the trunk of one. Her fingers curled around his red and white striped cape. His hands firm under her ass as his cock stretches her in a way that’s surprising. It’s wet and hot and the snow beneath his boots crackles with every harsh thrust. 

“Jesus,” he rumbles. “You feel so good.”

She fists his hair before pressing her mouth to his. She keeps her eyes open.

***

He's growing attached. He's softening by the day. He treats her like she's precious, a pearl in a shell. But he still understands that she's powerful - that she deserves to go out and protect people just as he does. He won't bind her to the tower. He won't put her in the cage.

"I've got your back," he murmurs as he flies them above the Pacific. The wind is howling in her ears. There's salt on her tongue. The frigid temperature is distant as he strokes her hair lovingly. "You never have to be afraid."

She never said she was, but she lets John believe it. Her fears are faraway. Her fears are hollow things. They're what-ifs.

She can't die easy.

She clings tighter to his suit, nuzzles her cheek into his chest. He exhales sharply. Pleased.

***

She doesn’t think he sleeps at all. He just lives - awake and silent and hovering. 

His room is his cobweb. His lair. 

He has very few allies. The Deep shouldn’t even count. He’s isolating. He’s alone, which makes her his shiny beacon of joy. His purpose. 

“The others,” he murmurs through a thick voice. “Madelyn...Stormfront...they were scared of me. They didn’t care, not really.” He flicks her lower lip, his expression mesmerized. “Not like you do.” 

He’ll screw her for hours and every time he comes, he promptly pulls himself out of her to see what he’s done. He parts her knees to stare at where his seed is leaking from her sex. He uses his fingers to push it all back in and she lets him. She tilts her head and smiles sweetly down at him as he essentially breeds her. 

Homelander wants a family. He wants a damn suburbia, stepford fever dream. 

If he can’t have that then he wants to rule. He wants to conquer. He wants to be it.

She thinks it’s better if he focuses on the family track. She’s on the pill anyway.

***

“Look in my head,” John commands one night. “Look and see what you are to me.”

She does it. She sits on his lap and cradles his skull in her hands, his golden hair glimmers beneath the shadows in her bedroom. 

She sees herself. She sees herself more beautiful than she has ever thought herself to be. She’s glowing and knocked up and is touching John’s jaw as he gazes down at her with utter adoration. There are children. There’s a dog. There’s baseball and the sugar scent of caramel popcorn and fresh mowed grass. Their kids are untouchable. They’re fierce. She still fights bad guys with him. John coaches little league in his bright blue suit. They save the world. 

She’s been fucking him for months. It’s almost been a year. She draws away from him, suddenly hyper-aware that he has crept into her heart. Her stomach flips over. He grabs her wrists, his expression deliriously happy. It’s almost a smidge manic.

“I know you’re scared,” he whispers against her mouth. “Scared to try this, but I think we should. I think you were made for me.”

She could have been. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know anything Vought does or what their endgame is. There’s no strategy here. There’s just her and there’s John and she can’t remember why she hated him in the first place.