i’m cat, 23, and this is an xreader blog that ocassionally reblogs political/social stuff i care about, and maybe occasionally complains lol.
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a bit about me (if you care :P) I’m obsessed with natalie portman ❤︎ my fave artists are ethel cain & evanescence. i love spooky stuff like ARG’s and ghost videos even when fake :) im an infj, but ive also got infp before? i like the bible as a study and not a shield to be a bigot. my fave movies are the black swan, the labyrinth, the ugly stepsister and coraline. I love fnaf and been in the loop since markiplier first played it! my favourite colours blue. I’m an animal, reptile and bug lover. I deep meanings like the meaning of dreams, colours, and flowers :)
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Feel free to request!
Right now I’ll be writing for Star Wars, and The boys :) The characters I can write for from both fandoms:
Anakin, Vader, Obi-wan, Padmé, Maul. Homelander, The Deep, OG Black Noir, Black noir 2, Butcher, Hughie, Starlight/Annie, Soldier Boy, A-Train, Maeve, Ashley, Mothers Milk, Oh Father, Kimiko, Firecracker, Sage. (I can try to write for the new characters that we’ve only seen like, once, like bombsight malchemical & mister marathon but I might fuck up the characterization because of how little screen time they had)
side note!: anytime i write (unless explicitly stated otherwise) i keep in mind to always exclude language that alludes to physical appearance, sex or gender. eg: blushing pink, swept you off your feet, ran their fingers through your hair, they were wearing a dress/suit, you looked up/down at x character. that being said i can miss the mark so always let me know when somethings a miss.
Hello! It's the anon who requested the reformed Deep fic. I absolutely loved it and now I need more haha. If you're interested and you've got the time, could you do something angsty? Could be a follow up or something brand new, I just think his character would work well for it. Thank you!
Of course! Thank you for requesting again I’m so glad you liked it :D I don’t think I did the angst at all it just seems a bit whiny on Deeps part so I hope you still enjoy it!
warnings/info: nothing major, gn reader, mention of deeps SA’s, Reader doesn’t like the deep, the the deep loves and would do anything for reader, might make a pt 2, not proofread :)
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You and Sage got along well, so you’d spent most of your time with her, and The Deep had noticed. He watched you often and noted that didn't seem fond of Homelander, Noir, Firecracker or even The Deep himself but you always liked Sage. The Deep was head over heels for you, but no matter what he did you always brushed him off or ignored him entirely. Knowing you spent most your time with Sage, he decided if he hung around her too, he’d subsequently hang around you. While this did work, The Deeps random involvement in your life was was still unwanted, so you tried to subtly let him know you just didn’t like him, romantically or platonically.
The Deep, of course, couldn't take any of your hints you'd given him, and had begun to followed you around the tower like a lost puppy. He backed up anything you said with enthusiasm, he grovelled at your feet when he got on your nerves, and rushed to get you anything you wanted. Like once you mentioned wanting to stuff your face with a deep dish chocolate cake, The Deep came back within the hour holding said cake out to you with the most puppy dog eyed look a man could give.
Finally today you'd lost it on him when he returned with Black Noir from hunting down Annie January. The Deep waltzed into The Sevens room looking proud as ever as he walked over to you. You were sat quietly, eyes flickering form the computer you had to records in your hand, manually tracking the supes votes because you didn't trust Vought.
Deep plopped down beside you, groaning with a grin, his arms folding behind his head. "Hey," He drawled looking over at you expectantly.
You lifted your head, looking over at him with your brows pinched. "Hey, what do you need?" The Deep puffed his chest, trying to appear nonchalant and 'cool'. "Ah nothing. Did you hear what I did to that bitch Starlight? Beat her ass today," Deep boasted, but you were only half listening, not that he noticed.
"Yeah. Knocked her round. It's what she deserves yknow? Like she humiliated me and almost ruined my career. I mean cmon, she sucked it, I didn't force her." That caught your attention, you're head snapped so quickly in his direction a bone cracked. Deep winced at the noise, looking at you with a puzzled look. "You good bro?"
"I can't fucking believe you Kevin," You snapped, your tone sharp and his name coming from your mouth like an insult. "What?" Deep blinked sitting up his demeanour shifting to something akin to a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. "You coerced her, I heard the story." Your lip twitched to a snarl at him, and he shrunk back meekly.
"What's that word mean?" He mumbled which only seemed to grate your nerves more. "Oh my fucking god," You grit with disbelief. "You're unbelievable Deep, you tricked Annie and threatened her if she didn't suck your cock. That's fucking disgusting, and I hate you for what you do to women- and fish!" You raved standing straight out of your seat, collecting your things swiftly.
Deep quickly stood with you looking like a fish out of water, his eyes wide like saucers and lips parted. "Woah woah, wait! I-I changed, I went to church!" Deep speedily pleaded with you, following behind you as you left the Sevens meeting room. "Don't follow me or god so help me," You spat turning to him, you glared at him with such vitriol it made him step back.
Deep wanted to follow you as you left, though he did nearly everything you asked him to, so instead of following he stopped where he stood momentarily before retreating back to the seat he was in. He then spent the night alone unmoving at The Sevens table trying to understand where he went wrong. Replaying the conversations in his mind didn't bring him any clarity however, only confused him more; he knew obviously you were upset he did what he did to Annie, but he wasn't able to comprehend why you'd be so upset about something that happened to another person. After all, he never did anything bad to you? He'd kiss the ground you walked on if you asked him to, so why were you angry with him?
Deep paitently waited watching the analog clock until it was a suitable time to bother Sage, and when seven in the morning came around Deep pounded on her door more as a warning of his entry than anything. "The fuck do you want?" Sage grumbled feet hanging off the bed as she readjusted to her brain kickstarting again from her prior lobotomy. "I need help dude," Deep grumbled rushing in past the fast food garbage and sex toys, seating himself beside Sage without a single care for what she wanted.
Sage really didn't want to deal with The Deep first thing in the morning, but he was already rambling about the situation before she could kick him out, or deny him. And the longer she listened the more she felt inclined to help. I mean, he was really fucking stupid.
So with a groggy pre-lobotomized now healed brain, Sage slowly explained in detail why you were upset about what he did. It was hard dealing with The Deep with a fully functional brain, as the concept of empathy itself seemed to stump him. It wasn't until she put it in fishes perspective that he finally seemed to understand the big deal. Deep doesn't like seeing sea-life hurt, you didn't like seeing others hurt. It was the bareboned explanation that finally got him understanding how he fucked up.
The day passed slowly with Deep slugging back coffee after coffee while searching for you throughout the tower, but you were a whole hell of a lot smarter than he was and easily avoided him at every turn. That was until tonight, when he marched himself to your room, knocking and waiting patiently outside the door with his hands folded.
You already knew it was The Deep, there was no mistaking it after he'd spent all day chasing you through the Vought tower to no avail. Thankfully you'd calmed down to some degree, at least enough to talk to him. Opening the door you were met with The Deep standing tall, hands folded in front of him and at his feet a soaking wet duffle bag, and a take out bag with the fast food you enjoyed most. "Kevin you aren't going to win my forgiveness everytime with food. I'm not a dog." You said, your tone snarky but overall better than earlier today.
Deep shook his head swiftly his hands shifting to grab the wet duffle bag. "I wanted to apologize dude, I'm uh… I didn't understand the depth of what I did and.. and Sage explained everything and I totally understand now." Deep rambled lifting the wet bag from the ground. "This is stuff I swam down to get for you when I couldn't find you today. I know you like history so I went and got a bunch of shiny stuff. I don't know history, is this important?" Deep continued his voice speedy and rushed, pulling out a random thing that was likely a camera.
You hummed slouching a bit. "Uh, I wouldn't know really. I'd have to look into what kinda of camera it is." You sighed stepping aside. "Come in I guess." Deep didn't waste a second and pushed by happily, picking up the two bags as he pressed in. You shut the door softly looking over with a weary expression. "Deep why're you even trying? You know I don't like you." You huffed watching his expression fall as he unpacked the things he'd gotten you out onto your coffee table.
"Im trying because.. I want you to like me." Deep huffed slapping his hands down against his thighs. "Yeah well I don't. You're a serial offender and I don't trust you." The Deep spluttered while walking up to you, which made you step back once. "Oh cmon, I'll do anything for you, I- anything. Whatever you want." The Deep pleaded falling to his knees in front of you, making you step back.
Scoffing you looked down at him as he mumbled pleas at your feet, which in a way was satisfying. With a deep breath and a sigh and your shoulders hung low you replied finally. "Fine, I'll give you a chance, but if I find out you said something misogynistic or do something rapey, I'll cut your dick off." You threatened watching him shoot up from his knees. "Yes ma'am, yes, absolutely. I'll do everything you ask, I'll win your trust."
You shook your head slowly chewing you lip at his pathetic display. "Alright, cop a squat. Let's eat," You gesture to the fast food he brought, but he quickly went to the bag, beginning to set up the food again on the coffee table as you sat down. It was almost adorable how he worked for your affections. But you wouldn't say anything.
hi! I’m the anon that requested the homelander fic with oblivious reader (loved it btw!!), I have another idea if you’re up for it :))
homelander x supe!reader who has anger issues and sometimes struggles to contain her powers, but somehow they don’t affect homelander so he lets her take it out on him because he’s secretly pleased to know that he’s the only one she can’t physically hurt
I think the only way this would work is if they already are in a relationship otherwise her outbursts would NOT be his problem
Ou absolutely I like this idea! Sorry this took foreverrrrr also I didn’t go the relationship route- I hope that’s okay! Lmk what you think, thank you so much for requesting and patience while I took my sweet ahhh time 🙏😩
warnings/info: reader has a mix of Stormfront/Starlight powers since there can be multiple mind readers and shapeshifters canonically I figured it wasn’t much of a cop out, mentions of Homelander getting aroused by pain, reader is a murderer, unintentionally but still, not proofread, and shortish
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"It's like you're a child, yknow that?" Homelander hissed shaking his head as the two of you walked through the building. "You're not truly mad at me," You replied sassily, keeping up with his pace, the people in the building no longer alive thanks to you. "No I'm not, but only because you and I are one in the same." Homelander hummed, turning to stop in front of you. His red gloved hand fell onto your shoulder, giving you a smile that wasn't friendly, nor angry, it was just… that trademark Homelander grin that he put on whenever he could.
"If I didn't see myself in you," Homelander whispered, his hands cupping your face, which in any case may have looked loving, but you knew very well that he could crush your head like it wasn't nothing more then some rotten pumpkin. "I'd kill you." Homelander murmured looking into your eyes, but unfortunately for him you didn't flinch, only stared back into his eyes.
"Don't act like you don't enjoy how fucked I am, you're happy we're in the same boat." You softly rebuttal, and though your tone was soft there wasn't meekness in your voice. Homelander could hear the calm beat of your heart, he knew you were truly afriad of him, there was a sort of rapport you two had that neither of you shared with anyone else.
Two weeks later, Homelander stood in front of the press with a dazzling smile, explaining away what had happened during the hostage situation. The truth was the you were taunted by the men with information they had about you from the rocky past, and your powers seemed to have a mind of their own as blue electricity crawled across every surface, a current so strong the men exploded like they were put into a microwave.
You didn't mean to, but your anger surged and you couldn't control yourself. Homelander was the only one who seemed to be able to eat the current without so much as his hair frizzing. He stood by, flinching just slightly as his body got coated in blood.
Of course, that's not what he told the public when he took the stand. Homelander spoke confidently to the crowd, relaying that the men started firing bullets all at once right at you, and you had no choice. For the most part, the people bought it.
Late that night, Homelander hovered like a ghost inches above Vought Towers marble floors, gently gliding himself to your room, he didn't need to worry about you being asleep, he could hear you talking to yourself and shuffling through your room.
You could feel him, like the static from his body just buzzed in a way that your powers could sense. Opening the door just as he arrived, omoniously hovering in the dark hall, looking at you. "Let's have a little chat." Homelanders boots hit the ground making you step back some, which he saw as a welcome in, and pushed on by, into your private space. "What do you need at this hour?"
Homelander didn't respond right away, but you followed him inside, watching as he investigated the way you furnished the room. "This isn't what I expected." He hummed turning to you with raised brows. "I dont know what to say to that," You began saying, only to have him lift his finger, silencing you. "Have I ever told you how…. your powers are… fascinating. I mean, wow, I've never seen someone blow up so many people like confetti. Just you."
You shifted, blank faced as he laughed in a way that was very corporate. "Yeah well, I have anger issues, it's my biggest flaw and… when I get angry it just.. shoots from me like lightening." Homelander scoffed shrugging his shoulders as he sauntered up to you. "Yeah I know, I've been there everytime." You flinched, holding back the desire to kiss your teeth at him for being a smartass. Even if you were strong enough to survive his hits, it didn’t mean you’d risk getting decked by him.
"Okay so what're you getting at?" You huffed impatiently, watching as a Cheshire like grin split across his face. "Well, I actually find that electrical current you have going on to be very arousing when it hits me," Homelander leaned in, his voice low as he smirked to you. Your lips twitched upward with both disgust and confusion, looking at him as though he'd lost his mind- if he even had one to begin with. "Uhm, I don't know how this pertains to me, Homelander."
Homelander rolled his eyes like Charlie Kirk after he sipped that coffee, acting like you said the silliest thing he'd ever heard. "I wanna make a little dealio with you," He hummed softly, a saccharine tone that was most certainly practiced. His gloved hand raised again, just like he had done two weeks ago, and he brushed his fingers along the side of your face. "You'll be my side kick, my right hand, my… my public sweetheart if you want, I'll cover for you publicly, you'll get the best seat in the house, anything you want, no matter how many times you blow people into little bits, I'll make sure you're seen as the hero."
Homelander raved, his voice low but tone was very theatrical, like he was in some sort of drama, you looked at him sideways for it but, it was homelander so you'd gotten somewhat used to his oddities. "All you have to do, is use your power on me, shock me, when it's just you and I alone together."
You blinked at him unsure of what expression was crossing your face. "Uhm, but you've been around nearly every time I've lost control, so you've been shocked. Several times now." Homelanders lips flattened at your dry tone. "You think I don't know that? Why say something so… so asinine. I want you to do it purposefully to me, not just when you're angry."
Realization dawned on you making your nose scrunch. "You want me to use the current to shock you up, and make you hard?" You said slowly, making sure you got across how flabbergasted you were by his request. His head nodded once, brows lifted eyes widened slightly giving the expression of 'well duh'. You hummed softly, rubbing your neck. "Alright.. heres the caveat. I'll come to you when I'm fuming, and I'll let all my power out on you so I'm less likely to blow up people on the field. You can get your rocks off, I can get my anger out? Deal?" You offered cautiously taking a back step, watching his hands fold behind his back.
Homelander hummed looking you over. "I get angry often." You quickly add on, sensing his hesitation. "So I'll be 'round often to shock ya." Homelander jutted his chin at you in contemplation before shrugging seamlessly. "Okay, good with me. We'll start are little shock therapy tomorrow." Homelander pat you on the shoulder roughly as he passed you, leaving your room without anymore to say, leaving you a bit frustrated. Having to put up with him was truly a pain.
While in the angry spore building you run into the man you loathe most; Ben. Unlike the others however, your fight only leads to fucking. Which was really what you both wanted. Takes place ep 4 season 5
warnings/info: fem/afab reader, SMUT, hair being pulled mentioned once, reader uses Ben’s tank top as a skirt thing but no weight mentioned, readers hairy which aligns with the kinda supe she is (hairy hoes rise up cause me too), choking, fighting, misogyny, male hating reader, under the influence sex (if the angry spore fungus counts?), pet names like; pup, good girl, baby, sweetheart, doll, princess, used throughout. Very short pussy eating bc i feel like I suck at writing it, reader constantly says no but wants Ben, there’s no verbal consent but it is consensual, creampie, inaccurate amounts of cum prolly. I like things sloppy , not proofread and yeah idk I hope it’s good lmk :)
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Helping Butcher was like chewing on glass. after the first month of working with him, the novelty of his quick wit and funny accent wore off. It became apparent to you through the years, that Butcher saw himself as someone who needed to risk everything, and everyone in order to take down Homelander.
You saw it yourself, how he’d gotten so lost in his goal that morality and ethics completely went out the window. Billy could lie so convincingly; easily roping people he betrayed back into his trap. Without concern for others, he'd cheat, kill, blackmail, torture and extort anyone he needed.
The few times you had brought it up he simply justified it as the long game, short term pain and a few civilian deaths for the greater good long term. Though you never believed it, you were under the impression he was so lost in a twisted apathetic depression that all he could function doing was working to kill Homelander. After all how could he care for anyone else's life when he'd lost so many he'd loved.
You didn’t want to help him at all when he first found you, but of course Butcher doesn't take no for an answer. You were a supe, and as a child it was all fun and games, you had cute little claws, canines, you could smell things others couldn't, could hear things from miles away and see in the dark. Though it all changed during puberty, suddenly you went from the cute little super pup to a beast.
You had the palette of a wolf, the hunger of one too, the hair on your body exceeded what the typical teen would have at your age, and your heightened senses got more sensitive, leaving the world so sickeningly unbearable. The people who used to watch you at supe pageants started calling you The Beast, Sasquatch, Werewolf, anything to make you feel more monstrous than super. That paired with the short temper you had led you to fleeing your home and the community to escape the scrunity.
Because of your powers you were able to hunt and sustain yourself in the wild, until Butcher came around to ruin that, practically dragging you by the arm back into civilization. Of course if you needed to, you could've easily overpowered him, the problem was, he threatened you with what you feared most; being exposed. Eyes on you; being judged; having to stand amongst faces who only saw some circus freak.
You would’ve rather die then be posted on some livestream next to Starlight as they exposed you on her platform as some rogue supe, which was what Butcher threatened to do. So, naturally, you obeyed him. Since then, Butcher had back stabbed you repeatedly, he’d give you the impression your work was done: after translucent, after they located Ryan. Each time he let you go, only to forcefully drag you back in for the next 'mission'. You were of the opinion Butcher and Homelander were two halves of one whole monster, and that you hated nobody more but the two of them.
Then, Ben came around, the senile boozer Soldier Boy. The first time you'd met Ben was when Butcher and Hughie managed to track the loose canon down, stashing him up in some motel. Butcher had recruited you, yet again, after promising your freedom for the umpteenth time, then left you to babysit.
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"So, what's your deal?" Ben said from his seat at the table, crushing outdated amphetamines with the butt end of his knife. "That is the least efficient way I've ever seen someone crush a pill," You remarked your tone light and monotonous as you ignored his question and stared him down. Before he could pipe up with a smart comment, you spoke up again. "I mean, are you tryna look hard? Cool? Badass? It's kinda embarrassing."
Ben's head couldn't snap up any faster to glare at you, and despite the threat of him blowing your ass away with his laser-chest-carebear powers… you couldn't help but poke the bear with the stick. And feel a sick sense of satisfaction while doing it. "What's your fucking problem dumb broad? Didn't Butcher and his cuck give you any house training?" You scoffed rolling you eyes. "Rich coming from you," You murmured gesturing to the half eaten sloppy meal, drugs and booze.
Ben kissed his teeth, wagging a finger at you like he was scolding some child. "Men, men are allowed to be messy, that's how we get to the top. Women, women are supposed to be clean, quiet, and yknow, other fuckin things." His head dipped, snorting up the crushed pills making you grimace. "Men are fuckin useless without their strength." You whispered staring at him. "Bet you are too, without everything that makes you super you'd either be some skinny or fat incel. You only get away with what you do cause you look how you do."
Ben belly laughed, your words seemingly not effecting him. "Yeah whatever fur ball, be a good bitch and fetch me some ice, will ya?" He grumbled mouth full of food pointing to the whiskey he wanted ice for. Your lip twitched as anger surged through you, but you couldn't fuck this up, or Butcher would have you displayed around time square like some show pony.
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Ben wasn't a different kind of man, no, once Butcher pulled you out of the woods forcing you back into society, you swear you've met athousand Ben's and a few Hughies in your time. But something about him never left your mind, maybe it was the fact he was equal parts asshole and flirty? Or the fact that after isolation as some werewolf outcast supe, you had Ben, the attractive soldier, flirt with you and check you while simultaneously bitching you around.
Then shit hit the fan, making The Boys joint work with Ben quickly come to an end. Butcher took V to fight Homelander, but it failed; Soldier Boy got cryogenically frozen… again. Then everyone split up, Hughie, MM, and Frenchie got put in a Homelander encampment, Butcher fucked off to England, Starlight worked with college kids and you? You went off back into hiding. Things felt different this time round, it seemed you were more integrated with society to fully leave it for good, leading you to lurk around the city like a ghost.
You watched everything slowly spiral from the outside looking in, and one day while standing in a shop, you saw on the television that Hughie, MM, and Frenchie would be executed. You moved instantaneously, trying to track down any of The Boys with your sense of smell, but just like always Butcher ended up finding you first.
Things were uncomfortable, you could see the change in all of them. Nobody was the same, Kimiko talked for some reason, Hughie was meaner; grittier, MM was more like Butcher and lived through such hell in the encampment it seemed his OCD didn't act up anymore (at least not his germ specific kind). Starlight changed as well, more cynical and powerful. It almost made you feel intimated to be rejoined; you really hadn't changed. You hid, like a cowering dog. Regardless of how you felt, you saw them as your friends, and you wouldn't leave them behind, which led up to the pickle you were in now.
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You believed Frenchie, it was clearly not normal how angry everyone was getting, but it became especially obvious to you when Hughie of all people, started going off. Now you were all running carelessly through the building, fighting eachother. At some point you got broken off from the others, zeroing in on a conversation between Homelander and Soldier boy about Soldier boys past. You tried to focus on their voices, as it was far more interesting than the distant sound of your friends screaming, fighting and guns being fired.
You trekked for awhile more through the maze like building, the sounds and symptoms getting worse, and the voices of Homelander and Soldier boy quieted long ago, leaving you with a pounding headache, fear and burning rage. Your vision blurred from how badly your head zinged, the amount of sensational input making your brain feel like sizzling oil, especially the horrific smell of the spores. Haphazardly, you stumbled into a room, unable to fully tell where you were or if what you were hearing was near or far. "Well, well, if it isn't Lassy the dog herself," Ben chuckled, the sound crackly and not nearly as smooth as you heard his laugh be.
You withheld a whimper as you raised a hand over your eyes in attempts to see, the flashlight he had sitting on a steel table feeling more like a spot light to your poor eyes. "Ben," You growled temper still nuclear and evidently, his wasn't any better. "Fuck off with the dog jokes, I'm so fucking sick of being treated like a monster or some animal." Ben scoffed, his boots scuffing the floor as he lazily dragged the weight of his body across it, nearing you.
Thankfully his body blocked the light, giving your senstivities a moments rest. "No, I do what the fuck I want. Besides, yknow what they say? If it barks like a bitch, and walks like a bitch-" Before he could finish that stupid line, you were launching yourself at him, jumping at him animatronic style, sending his stumbling back.
"Fuckin' Christ!" Ben hissed as your claws sunk into his biceps. "You want a bitch, I'm gonna give you one!" You raised your hand from his bicep to strike his face with your claws, but he took the opportunity to give you a mean undercut, sending your gaze to the ceiling. "Nails? You fight like a girl." Soldier Boy tsked tossing you back off him, your nose bleeding.
You rocketed up, not wasting time on the floor, eyes narrowed at him angrily. Without responding you angrily flew at him again, bent down to tackle him at the hips, sinking your teeth into his lower hip as you took him to the floor. Soldier Boy cursed, grabbing you by the hair, yanking your head up. Unfortunately, that didn't have the desired affect, and you let out a soft moan that was guttural, something mixed with rage, sexual frustration and pleasure. "Oh? Is that what this is?" Ben smugly drawled, earning a prompt punch square in the nose from you.
"I heard!" You hissed speedily crawling on his chest, fighting against his strength to keep him on the floor. Soldier Boy didn't seem to understand what you were talking about, focusing more on trying to hit and push you off. "I heard you were jealous of your brother, that you got so scared when you got shot up with V you cried for your mom and wet yourself."
Ben's brows quirked and there was microscopic facial expressions that flashed across his face, but outside of that there was no sign of a reaction. You heaved gripping his jaw angrily. "Stupid fucking man," You seethed. "All your life you've been rich, unbearably handsome and then a supe… why did I get to be a unsightly beast in the woods… how's it fair a selective amount of supes get all this glamour and the others get grotesqueness and shunned?"
Your raged blinded your finesse and Soldier boy got his hand free, locking it around your throat, the grip so strong you felt the taste of blood on the back of your tongue, your hands instantly retracting to grip his wrist, giving him the leverage to flip you around on the dirty floor. "Oh boo fuckin' hoo, poor little match dog," Ben spat glaring down at you. "You think it's all glitz and glamour ya fucking moron? Just because you had some shit supe upbringing? Cry me a fuckin' river."
You couldn't respond choking on your own lungs, your claws sinking into his arm but he didn't let up. "A bitch like you just needs to get laid, that's all this is, petty hatred by a dry unfucked pup." His growled words echoed in your ears as he finally let you go, allowing your lungs to sharply inflate. You choked and wheezed with the burn in your lungs still present, even with you drinking in air.
"That's it…. good girl, breathe," He cooed with a dark smirk across his lips. His index finger brushed along your jaw right beneath your ear, the rest of his hand still around your throat, body pushing yours down against the ground. Your eyes glared up at his with humilation, exhaustion, anger, annd arousal. "That's what you need isn't? A good fuck from a real man. One who can set you straight, show you what you've been missing."
Your gaze shifted from a glare to surprise and refusal, your raspy voice crackled out as you arched to escape his hold. "You're full of yourself," Ben chuckled lowly shaking his head as he press his hips down, keeping you where you were. "You wanna be full of me too dontchya sweetheart?" As he was speaking you were shaking your head adamantly, but he could see the way your pupils were blown- you couldn't deny that.
A gritty 'alright' left his lips as he hosted himself up grabbing your upper arms as he did, yanking you up with him. Your legs were slightly numb from his weight on you, and the ringing in your ears through off your equilibrium, making you instinctively reach for soldier boys bicep when he'd let go of you.
And he only let you go so he could violently swipe his arm across the steel table, sending everything clattering to the floor, the flashlight shutting off on impact, leaving you both in low light. "What're you fucking doing?" You hissed pushing him with the same hand that was holding him. He spared you a glance, watching as you got your bearings without holding him, and smiled smugly at you, giving the table a pat. "Up," Your indignant gaze flickered from the table to his expression before responding. "Why?"
Ben groaned annoyed, and tugged you toward him then against the table, his body pressing into yours. "You fucking know why, cause you want me to fuck you stupid," He paused to laugh in your face while your palms pressed against his bullet proof vest. "You're obsessed with my looks, s'okay doll, all women are. But it doesn't at all hide your hunger for me."
You scoffed your lips parting to respond but your words got caught in your throat as he pushed his hips into yours, his hardened cock straining against his cargo pants, and unbelievably warm even through the layers. Ben looked at you, smugness fallen away to expose the sexual frustration and restraint he was feeling. "You feel me?" He breathed softly lowering his lips to your ear.
You were frozen in place your breath shaky as you felt him gently rock forward into you, groaning into your ear. His arms were wrapped around your arms assuring your body was as firmly pressed against him as possible. "Fuckin mouth on you makes me so hard," You gasped in shock as he cursed his hips snapping a bit rougher- completely against his will.
"You really think I'd just let you push me around?" You softly huffed as his stubble brushed against the side of your neck. "Yeah I did. Y'never did shut up though, n all I could think of was stuffing that loud mouth with my cock." Ben grumbled while his hands gripped handfuls of your ass, using that leverage to hold you firmer against his bulge.
"I'd bite down so hard your balls would retract." You hissed subconsciously giving him better access to his neck, which he noticed and had the audacity to laugh at. "Nahhh, you talk all that shit, but look at you? Submitting like a good dog to their master." Your nose scrunched a quiet 'ew' falling from your lips.
Ben didn't care, smiling against your neck as his hands roamed up your torso, and along your spine all the while his lips dragged sloppy kisses along your neck. "Touch me." His gravelly voice commanded, muffled from being against your neck. Your lip twitched, the anger still lingering amongst the arousal you felt. With a grumble you slid your hands down his torso from where the rested on his chest, his teeth gently sinking into your neck as your right palm brushed against his bulge.
Ben kneaded the fat of your ass, making your heartbeat stutter, your hips instinctively rolling forward, into the back of your own hand and subsequently rubbing against his bulge. "Fuck, that's more like it, less yapping more listenin'." He laughed his head pulling to pat your cheek condescendingly. Temper flaring again, you roughly pushed him back, despite your super strength he only tumbled back slightly.
Ben's expression twisted again, his nostrils flaring in disbelief that you dared to push him away. "I'm not gonna let you degrade me like one of your groupies!" You hissed but you didn't move, you didn't run, you didn't try to create more space, you stayed put, backed against the steel table, because you liked the tug of war with him. Watching Ben's chest rise and fall, his face reddened with sweat accumulated on his forehead your legs clenched together with need, your anger mind bristling that a man so unfathomably gorgeous could exist.
"Alright I'm done playin' games doll." The way Ben spoke sounded like he was scolding you for not bending at the knee to him, it made you scoff. Slowly, with a swagger to his movements, he begun taking off the vest that restricted him, his chin jutted up as he looked down at you.
You didn't break eye contact, watching with fire in your eyes as he dropped the vest to the side stepping back into your space. "What're gonna do now assho-" Your words got caught, interuppted by a squeak as he hoisted you up, practically tossing your body backward onto the table. You scrambled up onto your elbow, eyes wide as Ben's hands tore your pants at the inseam making your protest loudly.
Ben's breathing was ragged, and he ignored your whines his body bent at the hip as he roughly tugged your underwear aside, making you squirm, reflexively trying to shut your thighs. "Wait- not shaved!" You stammered your voice tripping over your breath, and Ben had the audacity to laugh, wrapping his arms under and around your highs tugging them apart before pulling you toward his mouth. "Yeah yeah, nobody likes a hairless cat." Ben grumbled, kneeling on one knee as his nose pressed forward into the thick coarse hair, inhaling deeply.
Your skin bloomed with goosebumps, a shuddering breath leaving you as you felt him nuzzle his face straight into your cunt. Your teeth clenched as he took his time dragging his nose through your slick, his tongue flattening against you following the guide of his nose. "Shit," You cursed nearly breathless trying to relax from the tension in your legs jaw and stomach.
Ben's lips made a sloppy sound as he pulled away slightly, readjusting his arms so he could slide his hand in to help. "Fuckin jungle hm? Exactly what I needed, some fur in my face." You pushed yourself up as much as you could looking down at him as he dove back in, tongue first, fingers following.
"And you're calling me dog," You rasped eyes bulging as his rough taste buds glided over your clit, his ring and middle finger gently pressing into your weeping cunt. "Your acting like some in heat dog yourself." You shakily get out, clenching your fists in attempts to keep control, but his tongue was swirling around your clit and driving you into madness.
Ben looked up through the wild bush of hair and his lashes, smirking into your pussy as his fingers curled inside you, making a come hither motion. Your cried out, not high pitched, something from deep in your chest, your hips rocking up as your cunt clenched around his fingers sucking him deeper into you. "Fuck, she likes that huh?" Ben raspily chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you, groaning like an old man as he stood up off his knee. He seperated his fingers, watching the slick string across, your face was red as you blinked dazed at the sight.
"Alright, open up, clean em and we can get this started." Ben demanded leaning forward over you, smearing his thumb across your bottom lip coaxing your lips apart. This time, you didn't put up a fight, you took in his thick fingers, swirling your tongue around them. No wonder he enjoyed it down there, you tasted plain like nothingness, which made it all the more easy to suck lewdly on his fingers, blinking up at him with heat in your gaze.
"Good girl," His low voice rumbled, he abruptly pulled his fingers from you mouth, patting your cheek twice once again, before taking a breath. "Turn around, perk that ass out." You scoffed lip twicthing as you watched him lazily undoing his cargos. "Make me asshole," Came your bitter reply, enjoying how angry he got after you sassed him. And as expected his expression darkened again. "This game of yours is getting less and less enjoyable for me." Ben grit out through clenched teeth, pulling you by the hips again, to forcefully flip you onto your stomach, your feet back on the ground.
"Shit-" You gasped, biting your lip with closed eyes, your clit felt like fire and the desperate need to cum built quickly with how easily he flipped and manhandled you, how he dove head first into your messy heap of hair just to taste you. "Ben," You finally broke, your voice whiny and legs readjusting to present your cunt to him. "There she is." Ben drawled, you didn't even have to look at him to know he had the smuggest expression on; you could hear it in his tone.
Ben yanked down a bit of his cargos, barely bothering to take them or his briefs off fully before pulling his cock out. He groaned tilting his head back as his cock bobbed, the cool air hitting him and giving him shivers. With one hand he spread your ass, wrapping his fist around his leaking cock to stroke it slowly, his hips pushed toward you, knees slightly bent.
"Fucking beauty," Ben growled rubbing the tip of his cock along your sopping cunt and up your ass, and everytime you whimpered from his touch. Ben could feel the precum leak out of him, and he happily smeared himself across the hair you had, practically choking the head of his cock as he dragged it down the crack of your ass and down to your cunt, costing you with him.. "Cmon pup, tell master what you need," He drawled slapping your ass cheek roughly, making your body jerk while a gasp fell from your lips.
"I absolutely hate the word master," You growled, truly hating anything related to dogs and ownership- unfortunately Ben didn't seem to fully care. "I'll find another name than baby, relax." Ben punctuated his sentence by sliding his thick veiny cock through your folds until the tip of him nudged your clit. "Ben," You mewled your body reacting with a swiftness to the sensation by jolting and sending electricity through your legs.
"That's it, say my name," Ben grinned his dragging his hips back letting his dick briefly sucked in by your throbbing cunt, only to pull away leaving you growling. "Ben, don't fucking tease me." You hissed, arousal gathering so excessively, it began to dribble down one thigh. "Relax, just getting you ready, you love it." You whined your palms braced on the steel table, your hot cheek on the cool steel.
Watching you squirm needily was enough for Ben to finally give in, his lips tightened into a flat line, grunting from deep in his chest. Inch by inch he felt you slowly suction down on him, tugging him deeper into your warm heat. You both made noises that were restricted, withheld in the chest, like neither of you wanted to admit how good one another felt. With an inch left, and no patience, Ben's hips snapped forward without warning, knocking the wind from your lungs as he filled you to the brim. His large hands were firm on your hips holding you down on his cock.
"Oh- fuck- shit Ben," You stammered your pussy spasming around his length, your hips struggling against his grip; wiggling and twitching. Ben's head was tilted back again, his teeth bared and eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of your pulsing walls. You could feel him in your guts, and he hadn't even moved. The pressure of the table against your tummy only exaggerated the feeling of him inside you.
Finally Ben decided the wait was over, he pulled his hips back, the ridges on him massaging your insides as he did, rendering you breathless yet again. "Fuck yeah," you groaned lifting your head as he rolled his hips slowly back into you. "Yeah, ya like that sweetheart? A real man splitting you open with his cock?" He cooed pulling back again before surging forward yet again, moaning like he'd found heaven.
Your hips jerked with his, your eyes rolling as your body took him in deeper, the words he was saying barely registering with how dumb his cock was making you. "Answer me," Ben barked gruffly, following his words up with a firm slap to your ass again. Luckily with his dick shoved so deep inside you the smack felt like nothing, instead making you cry needily for more. "Yes, god, it's what I needed, needed t-to be fucked right," You garbled out, gripping the edge of the table as he lifted your hips like nothing, angling them how he wanted.
His pace was quicker, rougher, and he couldn't slow down if he wanted to. The way your slick leaked down his dick to his balls had him under a trance; that paired with the sound of slapping of skin, made him beyond controlling how long he'd be able to hold out. You stopped giving a fuck about being bratty toward him, acting like you didn't want him. Now you were moaning graphically, nonsensically pleading with him to continue his brutal pace.
Ben groaned tugging you on and off him like a pocketpussy. "Where do you want me doll?" You cried clenching around him your legs awkwardly curled around his hips as he repositioned you again. Now he was up against your back, your stomach resting on the table as his hand snuck around and between your thighs.
"Inside," You mewled blearily looking over your shoulder at him, meeting his darkened green eyes. His pace never let up all throughout, his fingers brushing through the curls of hair before toying with your puffy clit. "Inside? Yeah, you would need me fuckin ya full wouldn't ya?" He grinned wickedly, his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. His breath met your shoulder in large puffs while his other hand left your hip to grip your jaw forcing you to keep the eye contact.
"Please please please Ben," Your voice was wrecked, your legs trembling as his cock bullied your inside, and his thick fingers padded lazily over your clit. Ben wasn't any better, panting and grunting; holding himself back from moaning pathetically into your ear. "Ah, that's it doll," Ben hissed. "Fuckin' milking me." Ben's pace snapped with an inhuman amount of force, clattering the table forward with each rough thrust, his fingers circling your clit vigorously making you wail in ecstasy.
"That's it fuck, show me what you're made of pup." Came Bens rugged voice in your ear, and a soft slap against your clit, which completely undid you. Without being able to vocalize it coherently, you were clamping around him, screaming all high pitched and whiny as you gushed over his cock, feeling how it painted your thighs and undoubtedly his cargos.
"Fucking hell, pussy's fuckin' perfect, g'na mark my fuckin territory." Ben sounded like he was seething as he roughly fucked you through your orgasm, the way your cunt had him pulled so snug inside you bringing him right to his peak. With his hand still on your jaw, he tugged your mouth against his, gracelessly shoving his tongue past your lips and teeth, and like a good girl you let him.
He grunted and groaned into your mouth, messily dragging his lips across yours as his hips finally stuttered. And with a groan that echoed off the halls he stopped pulling back and just rutted forward repeatedly, sucking on your tongue as his cum shot in loads into you. You squealed clenching around him, your feet kicking in overstimulation, but he didn't let up, jutting his hips into you until he was satisfied.
After a moment Ben pulled away, groaning softly as he relaxed ontop of you slightly, adjusting his hold once more, allowing your legs to fall from his hips. "You ripped my pants." You whined softly, reality creeping up on you. "My teammates are gonna kill me." You murmured feeling him groan, pushing himself up off you, sliding out of you which made you grumble petulantly. Ben gripped your arms to tug you up with him, smiling smugly when you struggled to get your balance as your legs were jelly. "That good huh doll? Done being so obnoxious?" He grinned looking down at your wrecked expression.
You gave him a deadpanned look making him roll his eyes. "Oh relax, I wouldn't just strip ya and leave you here. Least not after sex like that." Ben grumbled, tugging off his supe suit, which beneath he wore a black wife beater. For some reason the sight of him wearing under-clothes was surprising. "Here, tug this over your ass, should look like a skirt?" He hummed pulling the tank off shoving it into your hands as he redressed himself.
You watched shamelessly, eyeing up his bare chest while you could before he put his supe top back on, then tucked his softening cock away with a guttural groan like it took all the effort in the world. Shaking off your hypnosis, you pulled the tank top over your lower half. It looked ridiculous and you partly wondered if wearing ripped pants would be more or less humiliating. Sadly, as you pondered, Soldier Boy bent at the knee, snagging your panties, stuffing them in his pocket, so the ripped pants were no longer any good to wear.
"Alright pup, you're with me let's go." He huffed putting on his bullet proof vest looking at your wide eyed expression expectantly. "What?" You blinked confused only for him to give you a cheeky grin, his lids lowering. "You think I'm letting you go back to that fuck face Brit? No way sweetheart, you're with me. Let's go."
Yallll does anybody know a good app that’s free that’s kinda like docs? Not a big fan of doc, but I can’t find anything that’s free with a word count and has like a sorting system? Like folders or archiving shit?
hello I wanted to ask if u been avoiding spoilers for the new season welln bc on tiktok it's so bad so I hope u haven't been spoiled but finale in two weeks im excited :3
I’m so excited tooo and I sadly have been spoiled TikTok has me fucked up. I hate that I already know what I know but at least it saves me the emotional pain lmaooo I’m actually debating begining to watch it now so that by the finale I’ll be all caught up but I haven’t decided yet! Thank you for asking I appreciate the chit chat :D
☆So I was thinking a fem!reader who has the powers of Nanno from the Netflix show "girl from nowhere" but she has a personality of deadpool and she's on the boys team. I was thinking that maybe Butcher adopted her when she joined the boys and she ends up being paired with soldier boy for a mission (but ready butcher asked her to keep an eye on him because he and hughie are busy doing something else). The boys know her powers but since soldier boy and her haven't exactly interacted until the mission when she ends up getting hurt (like torn in half or something fatal looking) soldier boy leaves her body, going for the target instead because he thinks she's dead and "the mission gets done first" but she ends up coming back unharmed a few minutes later but somehow with a new body that looks the same as the one that died on the floor like as if she was clone out of thin air and soldier boy is just like "WTF?! What type of horror movie sh!t is this?!"☆
☆(If you've seen girl from nowhere you might understand what I'm trying to request better. Also this is separate from homelanders' morbid daughter oneshots; thanks!)☆
Absolutely! Thank for the request and sorry it took a bit longer I’ve been a bit busier but I’ll always try to get stuff out! I hope you enjoyed this and it’s what you wanted :)
warnings/info: body horror/gore, death of you but you’re resurrected, character death of unnamed nobody supe, Ben likes you but only at the end this isn’t inherently romantic.
word count: 1,049
The Boys Masterslist
“Until today you didn’t even fucking exsist to me,” Soldier boy snapped, fed up with your jovial and sarcastic attitude, that paired with your lack of respect. “Back in my day it didn’t matter who was who, if they were your elders, superiors or had seniority, you respected them.” He raved, sucking on a blunt as he walked through the woods.
You at this point drowned him out, only adding the occasional quip and bitter comment. “If I’da known I’d be hitched with some daddy issues having orphan, I woulda asked for that soft handed tall boy.” You snorted laughing boisterously with your head thrown back. “Daddy issues having orphan, wow Ben you absolutely wound me.” You scoffed rolling your eyes, keeping up with his pace by skipping a bit.
“Yknow, when I was having a lil chit chat with my dad, he told me straight; your dad didn’t think much of you. Is this, projection?” You slyly taunt, earning a sharp grunt from the older man. “You think your funny don’t you? Your wits, taunts, well you’re nothing but a fuckin’ dumb brat to me. And if you don’t straighten the fuck up real quick, you’re gonna end up dead.” Ben growled lowly, stopped in place, making you too stop walking, his finger jabbing into your sternum.
Before you could get another word out you were stopped. The world played a sick trick on you both as an intense ripping sensation shot through your torso, the sound of pulling flesh echoing through the forest and In a matter of seconds your body was pulled in two, then dropped leaving your corpse slumped in a pile of your own guts.
Soldier Boys head snapped toward the figure that had done it; one that was already taking off through the trees. Soldier Boy, ever so trained, was already running, no second guessing to stay behind, no panic, just soldier mode activated and he was off.
Soldier Boy was surprisingly agile, swerving past trees and jumping over stumps, he caught the skinny supe before he could get away. Gun in hand, Soldier Boy shot at the man’s knee caps, watching him fall, and listening to him screech in pain. “Hate to bust your balls,” Soldier Boy gravelly said as he walked up to the whimpering man, crawling away from him. “You really think you could out run thee Soldier Boy-“
The sentence was caught off by a large tree branch being flung at his ribcage sending him flying across the forest floor. “The fuck?” Soldier Boy grunted watching as the supe lifted a stone from afar with his hand, making Soldier boy scamper up to avoid it hitting him. Not that it’d do much damage, but more so because his pride wouldn’t let him be hit. “Fuckin’ telekinetic bastard.” He grumbled lazily lifting his gun before shooting the man on the head.
Originally, Soldier Boy wanted him alive to question why he was out there, and how he’d killed you. Soldier Boy reasoned that with the telekinetic powers, the supe simply ripped you in half. The sight was gory, and he’d seen quite some gore in his day, but the tear off flesh, the way your spine hung out from your torso and your organs snapping like elastic bands made Ben’s skin crawl.
How was Ben going to break it to Butcher that he had failed to protect his only kid? Ben grumbled to himself as he left the skinny supe behind, trudging back the way he came with a new blunt in his mouth from his breast pocket, the last one having been dropped in the chase.
The sound of footsteps approaching made Ben tense with anticipation, his guard back up only to be absolutely flabbergasted at the sight. “Hi! Holy shit you’re fast,” You panted, completely unharmed as you jogged up to Ben who was looking at you, almost shell shocked.
“How the fuck-I watched you die!” He shouted angrily, making you lift your hands in surrender. “Relax! That’s my power…” You huffed looking him in the eyes. “I thought you died.” Ben grumbled, shaking his head, eyes widened. It was times like this he didn’t realize how years of war and death had skewed his mind. Now with you standing in front of him all healed and smiling, he’d realized how much relief he felt that you were actually alive.
“Yeah I can’t die, Ima supe surprise? I regenerate, it’s painful but yknow.” You shrugged, lifting a brow at him with slight concern. “That’s the type of shit you tell somebody!” Soldier Boy barked, his tone so authoritative it made your back straighten up and skin prickle. Ben was somewhat leaned forward, but relaxed slowly, his facial expression softening ever so slightly. “You worried me kid.” He puffed slapping your shoulder roughly.
You blinked watching him continue walking in slight shock at the vulnerability you saw, but his voice dragged you back to reality. “Freaky circus trick, your guts still on the floor?” You scoffed at his words and caught back up to him before responding. “Um no their back inside me, dummy.” You taunted blowing a raspberry at him, making Ben groan and shoot you a warning glare.
Ben was still grappling with the fact you were alive, safe, still struggling to accept the fact Butcher adopted a supe, and a protective part of him wondered if he was using you as a weapon. “Does dear ol’ dad send you on missions often?” His voice was gruff and sounded like he was trying to be nonchalant. “Eh, fifty fifty. He doesn’t want Homelander knowing me at all, or anyone knowing that I have powers, but he needs my help sometimes.”
Ben was nodding along as you spoke, looking over at you, and your side profile as you yapped on. Despite his love for older women, he couldn’t deny the appeal you had especially knowing you could take a hit and not die. Clearing his throat as if it was gonna clear his mind from its sudden straying trajectory. “Let’s just get this shit over with and find Mindstorm.” Ben grumbled, gripping your hand in his, making you jerk reflexively, but he held tight. In his mind you were just some child he needed to watch over, when in actuality that’s what Butcher sent you to do with Ben.
Hi! Your fic Abuse of Power, you wrote:
“Oh my god you watched me?” I whispered in exclamation, stepping closer in disbelief.
which i'm pretty sure it should have been "you whispered"
Omg thank youuu. you’re so right thank you so much for letting me know. One of my biggest writing flaws is scrambling together I, you, she, throughout writing and having to go back and change it all teeheee
i know we all hate him… but chace crawford is just so hot..
anything with the deep? or black noir ii (or both i dont judge)
He truly is and tbh if he wasn’t so gross he’d be just a loveable dumbass, thankfully it’s all fiction and here we can’t thirst over whatever terrible men & women we want. Godbless- anyways sorry this is so short and it took so long life got a lil busy, spring shit, so feel free to request again if you feel it wasn’t what you were looking for! :)
Warnings: nothing really, mostly the deep likes to piss off reader, reader puts him in place, mentions of deeps unfortunate contact with a mollusk. No YN, no gendered pronouns or nothing, no physical descriptions at all
word count: 600
The Boys Masterlist
Getting back into the seven was the best thing to happen to The Deep, though he wasn’t at all a fan of the new members, Sage, Firecracker, and, you. The Deep knew your shtick immediately upon meeting you; lava, fire, heat, super strength. Even your personality was firey, harsh and like hot brimstone, your only weakness being water, where in all your powers ceased to work. Essentially, everything you were down to your powers clashed with The Deep.
He loathed how you trotted around like you owned Vought, head held high, unafraid, threatening and yet so incredibly alluring. You held him on a tight leash since he’d come back, managing him like some puppeteer. And despite himself, he obeyed, putting up a fight only to watch you fume. Maybe some sick part of Deep liked being put in his place, or actually enjoyed when you scolded him, and put him in order.
He also got some sick kicked out of pissing you off, making crude sex jokes and poking you until you exploded and had to leave the room before you see him and the whole tower on fire.
“Hey gorgeous, are you the ocean cause you got me tide down.” He grinned with a wink and a toothy smile while walking behind you while you were at the sevens table. You rolled your eyes at him, sending him a firey glare. “You’re not funny, fish boy.” You snarkily huffed watching him take a seat right next to which caused you to groan and close your laptop as he was obviously here to distract you.
“Pft. I’m hilarious.” He scoffed looking over at you offended by your rejection. “You’re such a bitch sometimes.” He snapped petulantly, making you chuckle. You smiled smugly over at him before speaking. “Yeah, and? You like it.” The Deep floundered (har har get it the fish Ariel?) his face contorting with a plethora of expressions flashing across his face in short bursts. “Yeah, tch, so?”
You shifted your chair towards his, surprised by his acceptance. Deciding to push him more, you lifted a brow at him before speaking. “Don’t act like you aren’t trying to constantly impress me.” The very suggestion made Deep flinch with, what he tried to portray as disgust, but to you it appeared as horror at being caught. “You’re lonely aren’t you Deep? No women taking you home at the end of the night to keep your bed warm, just fishies and porn,” You smugly teased, your arms crossing around your chest.
The Deep bristled, his shoulders tensing as he looked at you with beady eyes and raised brows. “I get tons of bitches.” Deep indignantly huffed, looking away unable to hold your intense eye contact. “No the fuck you don’t,” You laughed boisterously, making the Deep slump back in the seat, embarassed. “With your reputation, and your silly little powers, the only women you get are the fishy ones. Literally, female mollusks, I’ve heard.”
The Deep made a strangled noise, sitting forward toward your seat, his eyes wide eyebrows lifted. “Shut you’re fucking mouth, that was a one time thing!” You laughed in disbelief leaning forward to slyly and condescendingly pat his stubbly cheek. “Oh sure thing, poor thing. Might just have to pity fuck you sometime.” You shrugged before standing up, deciding you were done toying with him.
The Deep spluttered behind you, unable to come up with anything to say, nevermind something witty. Instead he just slumped back in his seat, with a subtly sense of anticipation and excitement toward if you truly meant you’d sleep with him.
could you please write homelander x reader where reader is homelander’s personal assistant or something, when he notices her genuinely caring for him he starts pursuing her romantically but she’s completely oblivious to his flirting? thank you :)
Absolutely I’m a sucker for the personal assistant shtick and being oblivious cause same :D also sorry this took longer than I wanted! Things got busy but I hoped you like it thank you for requesting!
warnings/info: fluff, reader isn’t morally sound, oblivious and a bit socially inept- dw lads me too, reader forgives homelanders killing and makes excuses for him, personal assistant trope, anything else? Idk lmk! Not proofread
word count: 2,132
The boys Masterlist
“Don’t worry we’re all weird behind closed doors,” You assured Homelander with a kind smile, watching your employer pace in front of you. You were sitting alone with him in his condo, unsure of how to behave. This was supposed to be an interview and formal meeting, and it felt not at all like one, it was too personal, too intense.
Even with the sour look he was giving you, you remained unbothered, after all his anger didn’t truly affect you, and you weren’t new to rude, angry, or snarky people like him. Putting up with his standoffish attitude was second nature to you. “Yeah well, my weird isn’t like anybody else’s weird. I’m the Homelander.” He emphasized, his brows raising as he gave you a tight lipped smile.
“Right… well perhaps in time you can come to tell me, but I’m fairly flexible.” You assured softly, unsure if he was so rigid from embarrassment, or dislike for you. “Everyday when you get into work I want you by my side, I don’t want you near any other of the Seven. Next, you’re the only one from now on touching me, fucking tired of all the makeup and hair people putting their filthy hands on me, your job now.” He pointed his gloved finger at you, pacing slowly in front of you.
Homelander huffed out a breath slowly stopping abruptly, his hands folded behind his back and beneath his cape. “I don’t need anymore workers planning schedules, cooking meals, or cleaning my room. I have enough of those.” You raised your brows at his softened tone, nodding slowly as you mulled over what he was saying. “Well what should I do?” You asked carefully, your hands folded in your lap as you watched him watch you.
“I need someone who can handle personal tasks… helping me with a bath for example. Eating with me, stuff like that,” Homelander mumbled reluctantly, crossing his arms, making him look petulant. Despite the desire to question him on why he needed these things from a paid employee, you nodded in agreement, quickly making up in your mind that I really wasn’t that bad of an ask. Especially considering you were working with one of the most famous men globally.
“Yeah okay, that sounds good. So hair, makeup, eating with you and drawing baths?” You summarized with a lifted brow, watching as he slowly nodded his head as you listed each one off. “And anything else that.. I may need from you..” Homelander trailed, waving his hand in circles as if it’d help him think of what else he wanted to say. “Right, anyway, you’re hired, up an’ at-em, eh?” He clapped smiling brightly, but it was clearly fake.
“Ashley wants me down at the news station for an interview, you’ll be coming with me.” You nodded eagerly standing at the ready while he began his walk through the living area, leading you both out.
Homelander wasn’t expecting you to do so well, having you by his side was seamless. Every morning you came in with a drink for him, something with way more milk than necessary, you brought these cute things to him you found, which despite himself he liked.
There was something refreshing about you bringing him an extra desert you made, or an oddly shaped rock you found while walking. It was little instances like those that showed him whenever you weren’t with him, you still thought of him.
You’d once gotten swarmed by reporters after Homelander was caught lasering someone to death. They surrounded you, overwhelmed you shouting questions and crude assumptions. And yet you kept your cool all throughout.
The way you excused him, was so you, empathetic; seeing the justification in wrongs that you probably shouldn’t have. Homelander felt his heart skip rewatching the scene on the news.
‘We have to understand he’s not like you and I,’ Your voice said nervously through the flat screen; a breath of fresh air, to Homelander the acknowledgment of the inherently different beings humans and supes were. ‘You don’t have to concern yourself with laser powers or super strength whenever you’re angry. Homelander does, and despite the sad civilian loss I don’t think he’s a monster for something he can’t always control.’
The amount of pride he felt with you defence of him, and you didn’t even have to be told or threatened. You simply did. And when he asked why the following day, you gave him a simple answer with the sweetest smile he was sure he’d ever seen. You cared for him.
Despite himself, he softened up to you. And your kindness didn’t end. You spoke to him so affectionately, you touched up his TV make up, you fixed his hair with gentle touches, and you didn’t mind sitting with him in the bathroom as he bathed. The lonesomeness he didn’t know he felt started to lessen with you near.
And yourself? You enjoyed every second with Homelander. You found yourself lucky enough to join him in meetings were he always had a seat reserved for you at his side. You thought he was naturally hilarious, and you were always smiling at him at laughing at his little jokes; even other members wouldn’t.
Homelander even spent a night with you listening to you speak about sappy things like beauty of the world, and when you professed your jealousy over his ability to take flight, he swiftly jumped in, offering to take you above the clouds and around the city.
Of course you did, though it took a significant amount of assurance from him before you finally held onto his body, allowing him to take you through the sky. Unlike others he flew, he was slow; careful. He held you against his body like you were the most precious thing he’d seen, he couldn’t help how breathtaking he found you in the night sky with him, under the stars.
He flew you home that night, lingering by you longer than he should and when he finally left, he already made up his mind to make you his.
The next day you came in he was freshly dosed with cologne, and giving you a smile no one else but you saw, and the look you gave him back was the best part of his day.
“You smell good,” You complimented with a smile, meeting Homelander at his condo like you did every morning. “Thank, wore it for you yknow.” Homelander slyly winked, his hand finding the small of your back, guiding you forward. “Oh, that’s sweet, but I think you smelt okay before… if you were worried about smelling bad that is. Can you even sweat?” You rambled allowing him to guide you to the living room.
Homelander was amused by your chatter, anyone else would’ve gotten the boot, but he found your voice entirely alluring. “Under certain circumstances I can sweat, but not due to physical exertion.” He commented, which sounded a bit like bragging, not that you cared. “Cool, I wish I didn’t sweat, grey tops would be so much easier to wear.” You commented half heartedly looking over at him as he sat you down.
“Ah,” He waved sitting beside you. “You probably look great all sweaty.” Homelander grinned, tossing his arm around the back of the couch. You scoffed, shaking your head with a smile. “Definitely not, but thank you.” You hum oblivious to his body language and flirtatious tone. “Yknow you could live in the tower.” Homelander casually drawled his voice low.
“Oh I couldn’t ask that of you,” You huffed brows lifting as you rubbed your neck. “Unless you wanted me to?” You blinked curiously, making eye contact with Homelanders heavy lidded blue eyes. “I want you around all the time,” He chuckled, his eyes flickering down to your lips. “Like a spouse.” He grinned laughing charmingly, or more like, laughing to cover up how flustered he felt.
You smiled laughing brightly, unbothered by the remark. “Really, you’re the type who wants to get married?” You asked, his suggestion, specifically to you, wooshing over your head. Homelander scoffed, shaking his head at you. “No, not really, but you make me think of it.” He smirked, but still you only smiled. “I’m glad I inspire that thought. Why though?”
Homelanders expression fell, a part of him unsure of whether you were fucking with him or not, though he knew you were ocassionally socially unaware it was natural for him to second guess people’s intentions. Homelander figured silly innuendos wouldn’t suffice for you. “Ah, nothing. Let’s go before Ashley’s up my ass being annoying.” Homelander groaned standing with him.
From there on Homelander tried his hardest to get you to see how he wanted you, he did stupid cheesey stuff, flowers, teddy bears, chocolates, but sadly, you didn’t connect the dots. You always thought he was being kind, giving back to you for all you did for him as a personal assistant.
It was frustrating for him, but he also loved the way you reacted and the lack of realization on your end made him somewhat comfortable. No risk for him, as loving you gave him plenty of emotions he wasn’t equipped to deal with.
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Homelander could have anything he wanted, he kept telling himself that as he arrived at your place, wearing nothing but civilian clothing. Homelander was a global celebrity and it occurred to him that maybe he shouldn’t approach you as a global celebrity or your boss, or as Homelander at all.
Homelander stood in front of your door, costume gone, feeling vulnerable. But if he was going to get you to see he liked you, he needed to take a new approach. “Homelander?” You blinked opening the door in awe. He looked good, human, and he was dressed so casually which you wouldn’t have assumed would make you ogle more at him, but it did.
Homelander smiled uncertainly, shifting on his feet. “Can I come in?” Homelander murmured, and before you could even think about a reply, you were moving out of the way for him. “What brings you here?” You asked, closing the door behind him, watching him as he observed your humble home, something much different from what he’d gotten used too
“I wanted to tell you.. something important.” You blinked at him a bit worried. “Are you okay?” You instantly say, concern in your voice. That alone made Homelander pause, his eyes softening as he looked at you with a fondness. “Yeah yeah,” He waved nonchalantly before continuing.
“Have you noticed the things I’ve gotten you?” Homelander hummed, his hands folded behind his back, though the position looked so different without his supersuit and padded muscles. “Like the chocolate?” You murmured tilting your head, thinking back to all the little things he’d done. “Yes,” You followed up quickly nodding your head.
“Why do you think I was doing all that?” Homelander asked in a low tone, his unbroken eye contact making you a bit nervous. “I don’t know, to be kind?” You guessed laughing a bit with nerves and slight humor. “I’m never kind,” Homelander rolled his eyes, walking up directly in front of you.
“Hopefully this is clear enough,” He grumbled under his breath taking off the baseball cap he was wearing to grab your face between his fingers, your lips puckering slightly under the pressure on your cheeks. Homelander pulled your face forward, molding his lips to yours.
Your mind spun when you felt his lips, everything happening so fast you barely caught up, but the surge of emotion that hit you forced your movements before your brain caught up.
Clinging to his sweater, you pressed into him following the guide of his lips against yours. The submission made Homelander make a dark noise at the back of his throat, dropping his cap to let his hand snake down your spine, the other that stayed around your jaw, shifted back to lightly hold your neck.
Homelander pulled back roughly, his face pulled into what looked like a sneer, confusing you as you looked at him dazed from the passion. “I think I’ve been clear enough now?” His tone was frustrated, like he was restraining himself. “You want me?”
Homelander rolled his eyes again, even after the kiss you still had to question; though he found himself reluctantly fond of this aspect of you. “Yes, I want you as my partner, I want you living with me, sleeping in my bed, being publicly mine.” Homelander flatly said but his lips twitched upward, listening as your heart rate increased.
“I want that too.” You smiled brightly making Homelander give you a soft scoff. “Could’ve had way sooner if you fuckin noticed.” He gruffly tutted making you laugh, unbothered by his all around roughness.
Idk if you’ve seen the newest episode of the boys but it’s given me an idea, fem reader who realizes she likes when hughie is a little mean to her and it like leads into smut
If that’s not your thing then you can totally ignore this lol
I haven’t seen any of the new ones yet! I’m waiting- but I’ll work off what you said and try to create a situation where Hughie gets mean and dominant ish, I feel like I struggled with this one wah makes me wanna watch instead of waiting for it all to release ugh. I hope you enjoyed it regardless!
warnings: SMUT, creampie, no protection, nothing too rough or scandalous really, I feel like I’m terrible at warnings, sex! there is sex, thats what there is that’s what is written and I’m unsure of what else to put the smut wasn’t very long I apologize for that :) not proofread
word count: 1,194
The Boys Masterslist
Hughie was the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for; attentive, sweet, brave and smart. He was what anyone would ask for in a partner. When he got mad, he was rarely careless with his words, he barely raised his voice and never truly insulted you during moments of tension.
Though this time you had slipped up on a mission, causing things to go amiss. With all the bloodshed, death, Butcher's tumorous-powers worrying Hughie the last thing he needed was the possibility of you being hurt, or worse, killed. It was like he was like he was a rubber band pulled taut, and your mishap was what snapped the band sending him spiraling until you got to your shared apartment.
Then after a silent car drive, he was mean. His voice raised, he was cussing left and right, the veins in his arms bulged, his eyes were dark and he truly looked intimidating as he got up in your face.
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“I’m not fucking kidding, I may not be Butcher or MM, but I’m not stupid either. You need to listen to me sometimes, or you’re just gonna end up killed!” He shouted his expression genuinely pissed, and it made you angry such a slight accident made him this mad. “I’m not some crybaby damsel Hughie, I’m part of The Boys too.” You snapped back.
Hughie got up in your face, just when he was going to back off. “I can’t have you dying too! That was fucking stupid, what you did was stupid and if you do something like that again I’ll- I’ll make sure you’re not in The Boys.”
Though he sounded unsure, his face was crunched with anger and he had gripped your shoulders mid way through his sentence shaking you gently. “You don’t get to control me,” You scoffed in disbelief, your head jutting back slightly in indignation though you weren’t able to move away from him.
“Yes! In this case, I absolutely will control you!” Hughie exclaimed, eyes wide looking at you incredulously almost as if he was shocked you thought you had a say. Staring at him you took a minute to lament over what he was saying, while looking over his somewhat disheveled appearance with desire
His anger; the incessant stance on controlling your position in this, and fierce protection that presented itself in the form of anger, was all arousing to you, especially when it was such a rare occasion.
“Fuck you Hughie, Butchers rubbing off on you and I don’t fuckin like it.” Hughie scoffed at you slapping his hands down against his thighs. “I’m trying to keep you safe, this isn’t a game!” He stressed, making you slightly pissed off.
“Don’t act like I don’t know what I’m involved with, like I’m some airheaded clutz going to run headfirst into death!” Hughie growled frustratedly at your response, like you seriously weren’t understanding why he was angry, and worried, to begin with.
Seeing as words weren’t doing him justice, he cupped your face, lurching forward with a drive and passion he hadn’t felt before, capturing your lips.
You made a muffled noise of surprise against him, eyes widening but soon fluttering shut. There was no melting into this kiss; it was a kiss where Hughie took, pushed and didn’t wait for you to catch up. Clumsily, Hughie began walking you back, until your back hit the wall. He was breathing heavily through his nose as he forced his tongue into your mouth, making you gasp.
You gripped his t-shirt, a mixture of emotions coursing through you including arousal, and a bit of anger. Pulling away he looked into your eyes, expression more pained than angry. “I’m sorry,” He murmured somewhat breathless. “I just… I need to keep you safe.”
There was a moment of silence between you two as you absorbed what just happened, and the fact you’d never seen Hughie so aggressive. “I forgive you. I just… want to help.. don’t make me feel like some dummy., but… that anger of yours….” You trailed giving him a coy smile, your hands traveling up to the nape of his neck where you toyed with his hair.
Hughie tried to hide the way your touch made him feel, but there wasn’t much he could do about the bulge against his jeans or the chills littering his skin at the sensation of your touch.
“I kinda liked you getting all mean, and bossy.” You hum, directly contradicting your earlier statement when you said you didn’t like Butcher rubbing off on him. “You do?” Hughie smirked slightly, his upper teeth slightly visible as he did.
“I do, and I think you should show me how mean you can get, and we’ll call this argument a truce.” Hughie left out a soft huff of laughter tugging you against his body with a newfound fire.
—
Hughie hissed through his teeth, your body bent over the nearest surface, your leg lifted up on it as he pounded into you. His anger, fear, frustration and adrenaline fueled his rough pace. “Hughie!” You cried out clenching around his cock, as he continually slammed that area inside you that filled your veins with lava.
“Fuck,” He panted, chest sweaty reflecting the amber overhead lights, his long hands pawing your ass, spreading you apart as he bent his knees to angle deeper making you choke on a gasp.
“You like it when I’m pissed?” Hughie spoke through puffs of breath, his hand moving up to your shoulder to pull your body back onto his dick. “Yes! Fuck,” You squealed your toes curling in delight as his free hand came down against your ass roughly, he himself whimpering at the pleasure feeling of you clench.
“Oh shit I-I’m not gonna last,” His breathy whine made your eyes roll back and body tense with anticipation, your clit bumping against the surface in a way that wasn’t entirely pleasurable, but stimulating enough to pull you over the edge.
With a broken cry your body locked up, Hughie's name falling from your lips repeatedly with the pace of his thrusts, the veins and ridges of his cock scratching every inch of what you needed as you came. Hughie's chest met your back, his lips against the shell of your ear, moaning deeply as he chased his own release.
One of his hands dug into your hip, the other gently around your neck as he panted. “Just a little more, please, oh god,” Hughie whined in your ear, thrusting into your jittering body. Overstimulation set in making you wiggle and mewl as he groaned out your name. Hughie bit your shoulder, his hips slowing as he pumped himself into you, moaning with his teeth gently pressed into your skin.
Hughie slumped slightly, hugging your body, his sweaty chest against your back as you both panted. “I love you, and you should be mean more often,” You murmured dazed. “Yeah, yeah that was good,” Hughie swallowed his mouth, reluctantly, pulling away from your shoulder. “Wanna go get cleaned up then ill make you dinner as a proper sorry?” You snorted at that, smiling at how sweet he truly was. “Yeah let’s do that.”
essentially, Homelander uses his super powers; super hearing, scent, x-ray vision, to perve on you, then fuck you stupid :)
warnings: pervs on reader without her knowledge including listening to her and looking, Homelander likes to be called John in this, porn without plot, there’s no verbal consent, but reader wants it all, creampie, breeding kink, mommy kink, maybe? -it’s homelander, no protection, Homelander being rough, mean, and insane but yknow we dig it. :) I didn’t proofread lmk if there’s mistakes
word count: 3,301
The Boys Masterlist
Homelander was experiencing torture. Pure sensational torture. With all the years of handling his powers he’d become accustomed to blocking out certain sounds, making sure not to x-ray through things he truly did not want to see. But when it came to you? It seemed his powers had a mind of their own.
At first it was as simple as him hearing you through the walls of the tower; the slick, squishy sound of fingers meeting wet tissue repeatedly. Your moans muffled by both and object like a pillow, or your hand and the layers of drywall separating your room from the rest. Of course he couldn’t help but listen, the way you sounded was the best part of his evening.
You sounded constantly fiendish, every midnight on the hour it seemed your hand found your cunt, and Homelander had become an unknowing slave to your late night rendezvous.
For the first bit, he stayed up in the sevens meeting room, not too close, not too far, just enough to hear the sounds of you from behind the various walls. Others would believe he was standing around to brood, but he was ripe with tension, cock straining against the tight fabric of his suit as he refused to touch himself while he listened.
This game, where only he was playing, continued for weeks, listening close enough before retreating to his room to stroke himself with the sound of you still ringing in his ears.
One random day, without meaning to, he passed by your room mid day trying to find you. He was x-raying through the walls to find you faster, and when he did so to your bedroom, he was blessed with a heavenly sight. Splayed out on your bed, which conveniently faced the wall that led to the hallway, you laid everything out for Homelander to see.
The lower half of your suit was tugged off and he watched through the wall as you rutted against your palm, your fingers sliding in and out of you. The noise was loud in his ears, and he couldn’t hear anything but you, the way your heart beat, the soft moans you tried to withhold, and the smell of you through the wall made him feel like a goddamn animal.
His nostrils flared like he was furious, and to some degree he was, how dare you slack off to please yourself when he needed you up with the seven? How dare you give him this aching boner only for him to be unable to relieve himself? It infuriated him, and he decided swiftly to infuriate you too. Banging his fist on the door, he called out to you. “Hope you’re not sleeping in there!” He called in a sing-song tone, watching your form through the door as you jumped up, reflexively covering yourself with the blanket.
“We’ve got a meeting in thirty, I need you there. Let’s go.” Homelanders tone with clipped, with a customer service cadence to it in hopes to appear a lot less tense than he was. “Shit my, my bad, I’m coming.” He watched you scramble up, satisfied you’d not reached your peak. “Good, come up quickly.”
Later that night, long after the meeting, Homelander touched down on the balcony connected to your bedroom, his body tense with anticipation. Twelve on the dot, and you were going at it like a bunny rabbit, your head pressed into a pillow concealing your delighted cries.
You were riding a dildo, the silicon between your thighs stabled by a pillow, your hips rocking roughly focusing only on reaching your climax.
He couldn’t help himself, he nearly ruined his suit by ripping his cock out. Spitting on his now glove free hand he watched you, stroking his cock in tandem with your bouncing, groaning and moaning without care if you caught him, he almost wanted you to catch him.
With a broken cry he came in long spurts; quicker than he wanted but he wasn’t able to help how arousing the sight of you was. His cum dribbled down the glass of the window making him cringe and a scoff. He stood there a bit longer biting his lip as your hips spasmed as you came yourself, watching until the very last second.
He could smell the release of hormones, see the way your heart thumped twice as fast as you came. After the show, he tugged his suit back up, and without cleaning up his cum on the glass, took off to his condo just above, more than pleased with the action from the night.
You’d heard the woosh and rattle of the little trinkets in your bedroom. The unmistakable signature take off of Homelander, it was recognizable to anyone around the world who’d seen him fly, whether on television or in person. You stumbled from your bed, blanket half covering your lower body as you peered out the window for the man in question. Unfortunately the only thing that you could see was your frazzled reflection in the glass window.
Trying to write it off, you cleaned up the scene of your own pleasure making up your bed again, before getting ready for bed. It wasn’t until you turned your light off that the stain on the balcony window became visible. He had been.
“Homelander,” You squeaked, flustered as you scampered to catch up with him in the hall. Homelander, who was walking leisurely with his hands folded behind his back, cape swishing with his gait. He sent you a blasé look over his shoulder before speaking. “Yes?” His lips going flat almost as if you were bothering him, but in truth, you were his little obsession.
“Hey, so weird, question. Were you on my balcony last night?” Your body was taut as he stopped, turning to you with a nonchalant expression, making you feel stupid for asking to begin with. “Yeah, yeah I was. I hope you cleaned up my leftovers, ah, I couldn’t care to.” He grinned, his pearly canines on display as he took slow steps toward you. “Oh- oh.. my god.” You whispered, making Homelander chuckle lowly.
“Yeahhh. Quite the show you put on, let me tell you, I’ve milked myself to just the sound of you, but the sight? I mean, wow.” You stumbled over your words as you looked at him gobsmacked. “Oh my god you watched me?” You whispered in exclamation, stepping closer in disbelief. His hand came down to grip your shoulder, thumb rubbing deep circles. “Of course I did silly thing, you were like a pornstar in there.” He smiled, wolfishly though it lacked any friendliness.
“Homelander what?!” You grit in mortification, watching him chuckle like it was nothing. “Oh cmon! Lighten up. Afterall,” He paused his sentence, leaning in, tone hushed. “Would you really have been so scandalous if you truly didn’t want me seeing?” You scoffed at that backing up watching him straighten his back with a smile. “You’re insinuating I wanted you to see me? No!” You exclaimed, your shoulders bunching with tension when those passing by gave you both odd looks.
“Of course you did,” Homelander waved his tone light, like he was just having the time of his life. “I have super fucking hearing and can see through walls.” Your skin prickled as his voice dropped to a threatening octave, making you freeze up. While yes, in the back of your mind, you always worried what if? when it came to Homelander possibly being able to hear you; you made sure to be as quiet as you could, and you didn’t even consider him being able to see you.
Before you could think of anything to say, Ashley scuttled from around the corner looking stressed and flustered. “There you are! Homelander, come we have an emergency; news outlets are asking for you!” Ashely’s voice was rushed as she looked at Homelander pleadingly, ignoring your presence entirely.
Homelander didn’t even look at her, his eyes solely focused on you. “I’ll be seeing you tonight.” He said lowly giving you a darkened look, before turning to Ashley, walking off with her with his American Hero persona back in full swing. You watched him go mouth agape in shock-horror. ‘I’ll be seeing you tonight’ spoken like a threat and feeling like a promise.
Of course you weren’t opposed to being a notch in homelanders forty yard length belt but you also weren’t one to make first moves or even try with people that were so above you like Homelander was. It left you so anxious you could puke, that paired with the record scratching reality that he’d been watching and listening to you all this time, it was all around enough to make you want to be swallowed up by a black hole.
The day passed slow, with your mind conjuring up the filthiest of things, wondering what in gods name Homelander was going to do to you. Part of you wondered if you were going to be punished, in a non-sexual unfun way, though you tried your hardest to block those worries out.
Finally night came, and you were entirely unprepared for what was going to come. Was he going to hurt you? You knew who Homelander was without his public persona, was he going to kick you from the seven? Publicly humiliate you? You sat on the side of your bed, leg jumping up and down as you waited patiently for him to show.
You expected him to come to the door, silly you. The sound of tapping on glass caught your attention, startling your already restless self. Homelander stood on the balcony, wagging his finger at you before pointing to the sliding glass doors handle, where it was locked. Quickly, like a good pet, you jumped to it, unlocking it and pulling it open for him. “Homelander I,”
Before you could even continue he raised his hand, interrupting you. “Please, call me John.” He smiled, his voice smooth yet predatory, and he loved that wide eyed dumb look you gave him. “What? You thought my birth name was Homelander?” He laughed snarkily, walking up to your dresser, touching your things.
“Uh, well, no… I just didn’t expect you to… tell me.” You awkwardly said cringing inwardly at how meek you sounded, in any other instance you would’ve held up your cocky supe persona, but considering the circumstances and the fact it was Homelander, you were completely off balance.
“So uhm.. John, why’re you.. what did you want to discuss?” You swallowed standing straighter, still lingering away from him as he rudely opened drawers and scuffled through things. “Where do you keep it?” He huffed turning to look at you. “I’m sorry?” You blinked confused, making him seemingly pissed. “Where’s your toys?” Homelander groaned, as if making him ask was a chore.
You felt hot under the collar, your eyes drifted toward the bed. “Underneath,” You mumbled, nodding at the far edge of the bed, right next to the nightstand and beneath where your head would rest on the pillow. Wordlessly, he sauntered over, cape swaying as he bent down tugging out a black plastic storage bin. “Classless,” Was all he grunted as he sat the bin on your bed, you standing just a few steps aside clenched up with tension.
“I mean cmon, you’re not fifteen right? No need to hide,” Homelander grinned over at you, pulling out the toy you’d been using when he watched you. “Small..” He softly hummed, spinning it in his hands, making you cringe once more. “Uhm, so.. why?” You managed to choke out, unsure of how to deal with this situation. “Why? Well, I was gonna make you fuck yourself in front of me, butttt,” He sang out dropping the plastic dick back into the bin before tossing it lazily on the ground. “That actually wouldn’t satisfy me any,” Homelander then turned, walking toward you in a few strides, making you trip up before properly standing your ground.
“Instead,” He continued, now in front of you his voice quiet, but harsh. “I’m going to give you the once in a life time opportunity to fuck yourself on me. What a present eh?” You nearly choked on your tongue watching him saunter around to your bed, unphased. He fluffed the pillows and smiled over his shoulder at you, before making a dramatic noise of relaxation as he sunk into your mattress. “Well c’mere, cock ain’t gonna fuck itself.” Homelander chortled exuberantly, hand sliding down to palm the large bulge in his super suit.
You followed his hand watching his movements with rapt attention. “You look pretty big,” You swallowed, chewing your lip as you approached. “Damn right,” Homelander grunted, squeezing his bulge with your compliment, seemingly already bursting with desire. It was shocking to you how desperate he seemed, you didn’t expect that look of need to be so on display for you, but here he was. With shallow breaths you neared, your hand dragging up his suited leg, before meeting his dick print. He moved his hand for you, blue eyes focused on your facial features, lips taut with restraint.
“Don’t fuckin’ tease.” He grit out through clenched teeth making you flinch. “Sorry, Homelander,” You squeaked, hands fiddling with the belt and overall confusing suit. “John,” he corrected gruffly, ripping his gloves off impatiently to help you with his suit. “My bad,” You muttered eyes wide as he tugged down the suit just enough to expose his hardened cock, thick, veiny and dripping slightly with precum and a dark patch of hair groomed cleanly around it all.
“Why’re you acting all fucking stupid? Strip.” He growled lowly, tugging you up into him carelessly, making you squeak in surprise, your hands landing on either side of him. “Christ John, hold on!” You whined clumsily adjusting yourself on him. “I.. it’s been awhile,” You gulped, tugging your top off, and his gloveless hands quickly found your chest gripping and squeezing what he could. “Fuck,” He groaned smelling the arousal wafting off of you, he was down bad, rocking his hips up against your clothed groin, his cock sliding across the fabric needily.
“Don’t.. fuckin’- god.. I’ve waited long enough for you.” John hissed, too frustrated to wait, he gripped your neck, tugging you roughly against his lips, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You made a noise of surprise into his mouth, eyes shutting a minute after, struggling to keep with his animalistic pace. His free hand pushed you over, his body swiftly caging you down, his pants kicked off but he kept the top half of his suit on.
He groped your breasts roughly, leaving imprints of his fingers behind, both hands eventually finding the hem of your pants tugging them down roughly. John pulled back, a connection of saliva stuck to both your lips. His eyes were blown out looking down at you as he panted, his blonde hair unkept and his face reddened with heat. “I’m gonna fuck you raw,”
You moaned in shock, watching him lurch forward licking and moving his lips messily down your naked body, his face seeking out your cunt. “Gonna fuck you full of cum until your stuffed, ready to pop out a little me.” You weren’t able to disagree as his tongue slid between the folds of your cunt, his nose bumping your clit making you squeal. “John!” You cried gasping in pleasure as you spread your thighs as wide as you could.
Even though John was in heaven between your legs, his cock was aching, as he said before he’s been waiting for this since you first arrived and he heard you moaning for the first time. Sitting up on his heels, pulling away from your arousal with a slurp, he stroked his cock. You mewled twitching at the sensation, and subsequently, the lack of it, peering up at him through bleary eyes, your body hot and mind mush. “John please,”
Homelander groaned in shaking his head like he was in awe at the sight of you below him. “You want his hm?” John gleamed sliding his hard cock through your slick arousal, moaning pathetically at the way he slid through. “Please John, please,” You whined hips lifting, making him chuckle. “Good, good,” John sighed, sinking the tip of his cock into your warmth, making his head fall back, his free hand tugging your body closer by the hip. “You are never… getting away from me.”
Johns voice was breathless as he spoke, making you blink your eyes open from being clenched close tight. “You want me bad? Want me to make you feel good John?” You crooned as he sank into you inch by inch, looking wrecked compared to you. “Yeah,” He replied breathless as he pushed forward more. “Cmon baby,” You grin your voice soft but seductive, confidence back in full swing at the sight of him looking utterly ruined.
Blue eyes peered down into yours at the sound of your voice, a whimper, a fucking whimper, falling from his lips as his body fell forward, chest to chest with you. Homelander kept his weight enough off of you not to crush you, but he felt pathetic, rutting shallowly into you while sucking and nipping at your neck. Your hands threaded through his hair tugging it roughly so his face was adjacent to yours, your lips meeting his. John moaned a soft fuck against your lips as his pace got rougher, the feeling of your legs wrapping around his waist making him feral.
“Oh fuck John,” You cried out breaking from the kiss to through your head back as his pace quickened, your headboard slamming against the wall, the slap of skin loud in the otherwise quiet room. Both of you were undoubtedly heard from beyond the walls, no super hearing required. Johns eyes were blown out as he fucked you his own face inches from yours. He inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent of your arousal, sweat and other scents like perfumes and hair products.
“Don’t leave me,” He growled his nose, bumping yours with every rough thrust he did. He was so close to cumming, and he refused to be the only one, his hand sliding down to press against your puffy clit. You hissed tugging his hair again, toes curling in pleasure. “Fuck I.. I won’t leave you, m’gonna cum.” You brokenly cried, causing Homelander to grunt and moan. His pace got rougher and quicker than you could ever achieve alone. Heat crawled across your body, stars exploded in your eyes and without any warning heat bloomed inside you, making you twitch.
Homelander couldn’t contain himself, taking you by the hips, pulling you down on his cock as he forced himself roughly into you, moaning in your ear as he came. The sensation of him cumming brought along your own vicious orgasm, your body twitching and spamming as you clamped down on his cock, milking him for what he was worth as you painted his thighs and balls with your arousal.
Your body felt tingly as you panted, finally coming down from your high. Johns body collapsed onto yours, the sounds he was making were soft whimpers and whines as his hands kneaded whatever flesh he came across, his face buried into your neck.
“Just wanna be taken care of.” Homelander whispered, it was a gamble for John; sometimes he came and felt fine if not disgusted after, other times he felt the desire to be cuddled and babied. This was one of those times. “I can care for you.” You whispered to him tiredly. “You will?” He muttered lifting his head looking over your face, your eyes closed and expression relaxed. “You tell nobody about my desperation though.” John humphed almost petulantly, making you chuckle. “Okay, deal.”
☆Could you do a part 2 to my first request (it was the homelander's morbid daughter oneshot) except this time it's [reader] being creepy in the 7 tower especially around the members of the 7.(for example watching the members while they're sleeping, greeting them at night or in the daytime with cheerful eeriness and sage putting up traps to stop her but somehow she always manages to because [reader] is smarter then she acts and looks, etc.) Also love your writing and since your my first writer who has responded to my fanfic requests in less than 2 weeks. I'll be taking advantage of this and definitely giving you more requests so be ready. No pressure though!☆
For sure! I love the idea of reader just being unhinged :) and I’m glad you liked it, and dont feel too down from not getting a response from others yet, asks can seem overwhelming in the drafts, and rn I only have four, I imagine depending on the lists of fandoms other writers do they may just be overwhelmed or choosing whichever is easiest to complete first. Not saying this to sound all knowing lol I hope it doesn’t come across that way, I’m just an anxious person and I’d be so anxious about my request if it didn’t get answered, so just in case you felt the same I figured I’d add my two cents! :D
Part One
Warnings/info: reader is morbid and a little strange, Homelander is their father, everyone is plantoinc, reader is at the least 18 even if that doesn’t make canonical sense we don’t care, daughter is used but I think it’s fairly GN, mentions of blood, killing, reader isn’t a good person, this is written as little like snippets of reader interacting with each member, kinda imagined a Louise Blecher type of personality for the reader, not proofread, LMK if I missed anything :)
word count: 827
The Boys Masterlist
The Seven struggled desperately with your ghoul like presence; light on your feet, quiet when doing tasks, and acting odd without any real idea how odd you were.
You liked keeping watch, you liked being awake when others were asleep. The only evidence of you watching the members while they slept was the security cameras, and Homelander mentioning it in passing.
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“What were you doing in my room?” Firecracker's southern accent rang out while you stared out the window in thought, unmoving. “Watching you,” You simply said, looking over your shoulder to smile ather. “You’re a beautiful sleeper.” You whispered mischievously with a wink, skipping up to her despite her unsettled expression. “Yknow hair is very very preservable, when you die, I’m going to take your head and try to persevere it and your hair.” You smiled, your voice not at all threatening, just light hearted, and matter of fact.
“What?” She drawled somewhat horrified. “Yeah, don’t worry though, I won’t be killing you.” You hummed, patting her shoulder like Homelander often did before slipping off.
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Sage was the second to catch onto your nightly stalking habits. You liked Sage, you just loathed how dumb she thought you were! You were definitely above The Deep in smarts, and smarter than your dad you certainly thought. But Sage saw you as a dummy, leaving stupid tricks to keep you from her room.
Your favourite pass time was snooping through her things, it made you feel close to her. Every time you got into her room, she’d know, she’d hide her things, set out stupid traps which you easily could get away from.
“Sage,” You called happily, blinking at her with a tilted head. “Oh, lobotomization…?” You hummed at the way she had things prepared, you again snuck into her room, surprised to see her awake. “What…?” She giggled while chewing on some fast food. “You lobotomized yourself.” You hum your expression happy-neutral, gesturing to the obvious tools.
Sadly in her state she could only laugh at the words so instead you wrote her a little note with swirly letters, telling her you knew her secret after sneaking into her room and you’d happily lobotomized her if she’d like, scribbling it off with an XO, and your name.
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Soldier Boy, your grandfather, had the misfortune (his words, not yours) of stumbling into you a few days after your run in with Sage. He was covered in blood, looking angry as you joined him in the elevator. “Good day huh?” You asked, smiling at his bloodied form. “Good da- what the fuck did you say?” He blinked, looking equal parts pissed, confused, and fed up. “Good day, y'know," You gestured to his bloodied form. “It’s always a good day when I’m covered in blood.” You smiled at him watching as he looked at you before slowly shaking his head.
“Sure thing Ed Gein, you have a good afternoon. I need to shower.” He grumbled patting your head gruffly before stepping off the elevator, dragging his feet to his room.
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At midnight the same day, you were grunting and groaning as you dragged a body across the floor. “Noir!” You gleam dropping the body with a thunk, skipping up to him. “You’re very strong right? Yeah you are, c’mon, help me carry this guy, Soldier boy wanted alcohol but the guy wouldn’t sell since I forgot my ID so I killed him and stole the alcohol.” You rambled taking Noirs hand dragging him along. “Uh, yknow I can’t talk right?” He whispered slowly, making you smile. “Okay I’ll kill whoever hears us.”
Noir snorted unsure of how to deal with you, or how the original Noir would. Regardless he obeyed, lifting the legs of the man while you took his shoulders. “Yeah, no killing dude, the last thing the seven needs is more controversy.” You huffed snobbishly, as you both brought the man to your room. “I’m not apart of the seven, I'm the honorary daughter who’s untouchable.”
“Sure thing.” Noir replied quietly, shaking his head humourlessly, chattering with you as you took the body to dissect.
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The Deep was making his way to bed stopping in his tracks when he heard a soft voice, turning the corner in the hall he came across you pacing and talking to yourself. You looked psychotic to him, but he was scared of you, not that he’d ever say. “You okay bro?” He whispered, catching your attention, you smiled brightly at him. “I feel fantastic.”
The Deep grimaced, genuinely unable to be calm around you. “That’s great.. uh.. cool…” the deep nodded slowly backing away slowly.
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In The Seven you were always a topic of conversation, always someone who would be a consistent entity of discomfort. No matter what others said, Homelander protected you from being treated poorly by the public and the Seven, you were his fucked up daughter, as fucked as him, and a mushy gushy part of him truly loved you.
You fell for both Hughie and Butcher, and then you managed to get them to both date you. It seems despite being polar opposites you’re definitely the one thing they have in common.
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Hughie Smut ⤦
Hughies angry when you slip up on a mission, you like him angry
