Summary: You're a simple assistant at Vought, and unfortunately, you've caught the attention of the two most unstable individuals in the world of The Boys… and they're fighting over you.
Type: "Romantic", One Shot
Warning: THE TWO OF THEM, fighting over a person, jealousy, possessiveness, unstable people
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It all started ridiculously. You were just standing there, waiting for the coffee maker to finish dripping your 3:00 p.m. survival dose, when Stormfront burst in like a burst of static electricity, reaching for her "herbal tea of supremacy" or something like that.
"Ah, the assistant," she said, her eyes scanning you as if you were evaluating a statistic. "Just in time. I need you to reorganize all the files on my 'Voughtify America' blog by visceral engagement, not date. By tonight."
Before you could swallow, the door opened with a whoosh and Homelander walked in. His magazine-cover smile was as bright as it was fake.
"Files? Such a small task," he said, gliding between you and the coffee maker as if it were his. "He/She has a real job to do. My new 'American security' speech needs… what do you call it? Oh, right! Bullet points!" Let them ring loud!
"Comics?" Stormfront snorted, sparks flying from her knuckle against the metal countertop, leaving a small black mark. "That's for simple minds who need to be told where to look. Mine is ideology. Context. It's the work of a thinker."
"That's precisely why she shouldn't," Homelander retorted, his voice dripping with condescension. "She doesn't have… the build for it. With me, it'll be quick. Clean. The way it should be."
The air began to vibrate. The sugar bowl rattled on the table. You, in a masterful survival move, tried to slip toward the door, taking advantage of the fact that their gazes locked like knives.
You almost made it. Your hand brushed the doorknob…
Suddenly, a sharp "SHUTTER!" and a sharp heat enveloped your forearm. Stormfront had grabbed you with a hand that vibrated with barely contained energy. It didn't burn you… yet. It just immobilized you with an unsettling force.
"Ah-ah!" she said, dragging you back to the center of the kitchen like a toy. "Not so fast. He/She wants me, needs me, begs for my attention. He/She serves me. His analysis the other day of discontent trends had a… promising scent. Raw. Authentic. Just what I need."
Homelander stepped forward. His shadow completely enveloped you. The hum in the air became a higher, sharper tone, like a heart monitor just before it flatlines out.
"I am his/her boss. His/her leader. He/She owes me everything and would never abandon me," he declared, and for the first time, his smile vanished completely. "Remember your contract? Clause 7-B: 'Allocation to Priority Operational Needs of Tier 1 Assets.'" I am the ultimate Tier 1 asset. She—a dismissive nod to Stormfront—is a voltage-overcharged marketing experiment.
Stormfront tightened her grip on your arm. Sparks danced between her fingers and the fabric of your shirt.
"Experimented? Marketing?" Her voice was a dangerous whisper. "I am the future. And he/she sees it. Don't you, darling? You'd rather work with someone who has a vision, not a caped narcissist who needs to be told how great they are every half hour."
Homelander tilted his head. His icy blue eyes locked onto yours. In their depths, there was only a hungry emptiness, demanding your fear, your adoration, your choice.
"Say it," he whispered. "Say it out loud. Who you serve. Who you owe your miserable, petty existence in this tower to."
Your heart pounding in your chest, the pressure mounting in your arm, and the fate of your career (and possibly your limbs) hanging by a thread, you could only stammer:
"I-I…"
Your eyes darted desperately from Homelander's face, as motionless as an angry marble statue, to Stormfront's, illuminated by a fanatical glow. The coffee maker behind them gurgled obscenely in the silence.
Base Yandere Stormfront Headcanons (But FR Fuck Her!) A BIGOTED Yandere
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This is for a Patreon, and I do not support the shit character that Stormfront is. This is her being yandere for you, the gender neutral reader! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here! Even with her skanky butt! Mind the Disclaimers, and please enjoy this!]
(Disclaimer: Stomfront is a terrible person, being a r*cist, bigot, and a N*zi in canon. She is a fictional character and not based on a real-life person. I was raised Jewish and CLEARLY do not support the Real Life N*zi or their beliefs, and I fricking hate r*cists. If you are r*cist, please stop following me and viewing my content. It is not okay to be r*cist and or a N*zi or to support them. This is fiction and not to be taken seriously at all. Remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Thank you!
Disclaimer: Stormfront is a horrible person, but she is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes even when they are pieces of Sh*t! Is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life, and neither are n*zis or r*cists! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanons from canon! Thank you!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Stormfront X Gender Neutral Reader From The Boys-
.Stormfront is a bigoted woman who was a part of the Nazi Party, making her over 100 years old.
.She has kept onto these bigoted views for decades, and she hates people of color more than anything.
.She had a husband and a daughter, she did not age after she got her superpowers, and she has killed many people.
.She did not believe she would fall so fully and obsessive love with anyone, until she met you.
.You were just the most amazing person, and she wanted to have you in body, mind, heart, and soul.
.She is going to make sure she has you no matter what; she did not care who she had to kill, or who she had to destroy, she would do it all for you.
.She is obsessed with you and will do everything in her power to own you.
.Lord help you if you are a person of color cause she would see you more as property and a toy for her to have than someone on her level, but you would still be hers.
.Same for if you do not have superpowers, because even white people without superpowers she sees as beneath her.
.She believes that her people, the ones with powers, and her skin color are superior and that she is at the top of them all.
.Because she wants you, you would be spared and be treated as her pet and the person that is most important to her.
.But anyone who tries and hurts you, then they are killed, she does not care what skin color they have or if they have powers or not. No one is allowed to touch you but her.
.She will be the only one to cause you pain, and that is if she chooses to cause that pain to you.
.She is the only one who controls your fate and is in control of your life.
.She is a yandere who has a nasty temper and will lash out at the people who try to take you away from her or try to make you see her in a bad light.
.She would make you believe that she is the most amazing woman and that you are meant to be hers.
.That she waited all her life to find you and make you her spouse, she is a very delusional yandere who would believe that it was fate that you and she met and that everything lined up to this point.
.She is a very aggressive yandere who will use violence to deal with his rivals.
.She thinks her rivals, regardless of who they are, are subhuman, as they try to take you from her, they are worse than the people she hates the most in the world.
.She has deep-seated hatred for the people who try to take you away from you and does not see them as people, and would eradicate them from the world.
.She would even laugh at their deaths and mock them for how weak they were and how pathetic they were. Thinking they could take you away from her. Because they are her rivals and they are beneath her.
.She would make sure you knew that as well, so you know that she is the only one good enough for her, and that you are LUCKY to have someone like her to choose someone like you.
.For you to be hers and to belong to her in every aspect of your meaningless life. Because she gives your life purpose, and she makes you amazing.
.She is a ruthless yandere who is also sadistic and takes pleasure in killing the people you love, along with her rivals.
.She takes immense, even sexual pleasure in killing people you care about, because you should only want to be with her; she should be your Goddess.
.She will also be a yandere who punishes you, because if you step out of line, she has to remind you that you are hers and you have to be a good darling for her and her alone.
.She might share you with Homelander, though, because she has this weird thing going on with Homelander as well.
.She would also sway the public in her favour to make sure that they support her love for you and that you do as you are told.
.She is going to love breaking you and making you her good darling, because in the end, she will get you and love you to your dying days.
.But surprising their is a mothering and slightly softer side to her, and that is when it comes to kids. Well, certain kids, but yeah...
.She truly misses her daughter, and she would want a family with you and to cherish you. She is a yandere who would have a deep fear of losing you, and that is why she cannot waste a single second without having you in her life.
.You mean everything to her, and she will give her life to have you and burn this world to the ground for you as well.
.When she finally confessed her love to you, she was certain you would accept her love and love her back.
.If you did accept her love, she would fuck your brains out, giving you the most mindblowing kinky sex you have ever had in your life!
.But if you did not accept her love, she felt a small part in her break, and she will tell you to have it your way.
.This is when she will murder everyone you love, slaughter thousands of people, and you are the only person who can stop it.
.Saying you are sorry that you rejected her, telling her that you are worthless and do not deserve her love, and begging her for forgiveness and for a second chance.
.Then and only then will she stop, and she has you now, but of course she will still punish you, but you are hers, and she is never letting you go!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS and another Chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter here, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
Can you please make incorrect quotes for CW Overgirl by Melissa Benoist (Crisis On Earth-X ) or The Boys show Stormfront aka Klara Vought with y/n who helps her to adjust to a different life??
Would be cool tho if you made like both of them in one request like you sometimes do (not as CW/Boys crossover)
Overgirl lands in front of Y/N…
Overgirl: I have returned my love
Y/N: w-welcome home m-my love
Overgirl grabs their face…
Overgirl: oh how I have missed you
Klara and Y/N walk the street arm in arm…
Klara: I gotta admit…this is quite nice
Y/N: see? You can still have a sense of normalcy
Klara: you know your philosophy about power being a privilege is an odd one but welcome
Thigh riding with homelander and any other boys characters in their suit?;
I'm decided to do Homelander, and stormfront. Feel free to request others if you want.
Minors dni Cw; Nsfw, Strong sexual language, Power dynamics, Feminine pet names, Afab body.
This may be stormfront and homelander but I still do not want antisemitism, racism, xenophobia, transphobia or any other disgusting thing like that ty.
Homelander:
His lips parted, breathing getting heavy as his steel gaze watched every shake and shiver of your body as your hips rocked on his muscles thigh. One part of him wanted to lean back in his chair and watch you desperately grind, another wanted to slam you against the wall and take you right there for interrupting his work.
Instead however his fingers found your waist holding onto you, not quite guiding your rocking. He simply needed to touch you. Just the way you needed him to pleasure you. At first he had let you sit there while he finished the last of his paperwork, then you began to squirm. He could hear your heart beating faster, and feel you throbbing over his thigh.
"is something wrong" he smirked his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips, a cocky grin tugging at his cheeks. You simply murdered into his shoulder "noo" sighing and beginning to move your hips creating some sorely needed friction.
After a while of you grinding away he couldn't focus anymore.
"If you needed my so bad, you just had to ask" he teased, his gloved hand gripping at your neck, moving your face towards him.
"look at me while you hump me like a pathetic dog"
"mmmkay"
"what?"
"yes sir"
"good girl"
That one made your heart beat, your eyes fluttering up at him, his thigh flexing through his spandex suit make you shiver, his eyes holding contact with yours, whenever you look away he'd shake your head a bit in his hand reminding you of his order. The pleasure ended up overloading you all at once, you could feel his suit begin to dampen beneath you, blushing in embarrassment. Only he could get you this needy.
"I never thought you could get more pathetic yet hear you are"
"Johhn I'm so close" you whined your eyes closing, he could feel your muscles tighten.
"Go ahead, cum, show me how desperate I make you"
StormFront:
She knew what you wanted the moment you climbed in her lap, giving her those cute little puppy eyes you'd always use to melt her heart. "Can you please come to bed... Can you please get dinner on the way home" she never minced getting you anything you wanted.
Still coming into her room in the tower, to bring her the lunch she'd been craving. Even though she could've flown to got it, she just wanted to see you. She smiled as you straddled her, black gloves caressing your cheek gently. Brushing stray strands of hair out of the way.
"mmm" she said taking your hand and lifting it to her lips "is there something I can help you with" he smirk grew wider, the one she always had when she teased you. And she teased you alot.
"Klara"
"Yes?"
You rolled your eyes.
"C'mon you don't have to give me attitude, just tell me what you want. Hey-" her fingers moved from gently caressing your cheek to gripping your chin harshly and she clicked her tongue. "Look at me"
"Please, you know what I want"
"Say it."
Your breath hitched heart fluttering your eyes staring down at her, throbbing on her thigh.
"I want to ride your thigh"
"is that a request?"
"yess" you whined. She whistled.
"Don't whine at me, whore, and go ahead. I like to watch how depraved you look when you cum for me"
You felt breathless already, she watched you. You don't even know if she was horny. Yet she sat there her dark eyes stuck to you, like you were the best movie she's ever seen. She didn't even touch you until you were getting out of breath.
She felt your body droop, stimulating yourself too much. And you were so close.
"I haven't even touched you, and you're gonna cum? That's cute"
"mmmm" your eyes darted away, unable to look her in the eyes. "No" her leather covered finger squished at the bottom of your chin. Her other hand tugging your hair back slightly.
"Look. At. Me"
"Now"
Your eyes opened and the hand that gripped your hair moved down your body feeling every inch of you through her black gloves, she felt your body tense her grin forming once again.
"Klara..."
"Beg."
"What?"
"Beg to cum, you know the drill princess"
"mmmplease Klar"
"You can do better than that, I'll stop you if you can't"
"no please Klara, let me cum"
"Cum for who?"
Your hands gripped her shoulder your jaw clenching as you moved faster.
"For you"
"Go ahead" her answer was breathy, the only time you could hear the lust in her voice.
Summary: You're the adoptive sister of…this mentally unstable Nazi woman who loves you very much.
Type: Platonic, yandere?, headcanon
Warning: Stormfront, Nazi ideologies, sadistic, dark
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Well, you're either unlucky or lucky, depending on how you look at it, but she's a very rare case.
After losing her husband, Klara was a little sad, but she moved on and came across a little girl.
This girl was wandering the streets, so Klara's maternal side kicked in, and she adopted you.
Speaking of her daughter, you got to know her when she was already an old woman, but you still cared for her like a younger niece.
You didn't care about her Alzheimer's; in fact, you helped her, even though Chloe always forgot about you.
My Stormfront is sweet with her adopted little sister. I mean, you're only about 34 years old, but she still treats you like her cute 4-year-old princess… She still has more or less her Nazi-like thoughts.
----Time Skip----
In public, she's the charismatic and protective older sister, especially if anyone questions you (her gaze turns dangerously cold). In private, her affection is conditional, laced with subtle indoctrination ("strong people like us have a destiny").
You are her "prized project," her legacy. She trains you, introduces you to Vought contacts. Her "love" feels like a gilded cage.
You are one of the few people who know her true age and identity. This shared secret is both a weapon and a bond. She has told you "her truth" about history, a version that justifies everything.
She is deeply possessive. Any friendship of yours is scrutinized. Her relationship with Homelander creates a constant conflict within you: relief (because her attention is diverted) and fear (because together they are more volatile).
She sees you as a baby.
Klara: How are you, little sister?
Y/N: Klara, that's not necessary, I-…
Klara: Come here, don't you want some cuddles?
Y/N: Klara, no.
Klara: Who's the most adorable in the world?
Y/N: sigh I'm not a little girl anymore, Klara, but you still treat me like one.
Klara: …Who's my baby?
Y/N: …I am.
And that makes her protective, very overprotective.
She knows what's right and wrong, but she won't abandon you for anything in the world. That also influences your relationships with other people.
At Vought Tower, Klara isn't just your sister; she's a Level 7 Supe and your executive "sponsor." You have your own position (perhaps in Marketing, HR, or Legal), but everyone knows you're under her wing. She makes sure your supervisors give you visible projects… and also that they report on your performance.
She often summons you to her private suite under the guise of "coordinating schedules." These meetings are a mix of control ("Who's that colleague you had lunch with?"), indoctrination ("This report you wrote is soft; the strong don't apologize"), and, on rare occasions, genuine professional advice (her decades of experience in media manipulation are vast).
Klara sees your career at Vought as an extension of her own project. Every success you have is a validation of her "selection."
Every mistake or show of compassion is a disappointment she coldly remarks upon: "Weakness is a luxury our blood cannot afford."
If you don't keep your distance, Homelander will know you. At first, he'll hate you for being Stormfront's sister, but later he'll tolerate you.
She doesn't shout slogans at you. Instead, during dinner, she'll comment on the news: "Look how those leaders fall. Softies. We wouldn't be so easy to take down." Or she'll inspect your clothes and suggest "cleaner lines and colors that reflect strength, not fleeting trends." Her ideology is the air you breathe at home, omnipresent and suffocating.
She's jealous to a dangerous degree. If you mention a colleague affectionately, that colleague could be transferred to another continent within days. If you show romantic interest, that person will receive an anonymous "warning." For Klara, outside love is a betrayal. Only the bond between you two—and later, her toxic romance with Homelander—is "pure" in her warped mind.
You hate Homelander.
His arrival is a seismic event. Klara goes from being your sole focus to being obsessed with him. Their relationship makes you feel displaced and, at the same time, terrified because together they're a ticking time bomb. He could see you as Klara's pet or, worse, try to manipulate her through you.
If you investigate and find files on his racial crimes as Liberty in the '70s, you'll confront the true monstrosity behind your "charismatic sister." Do you confront her? Do you hide it? She would feel your doubt as the worst kind of betrayal.
At 20, the desire for autonomy clashes with her control. Wanting to move out, have a relationship, change apartments… any step toward independence will be seen as an act of war by her. Her unspoken motto is: "You're mine because I saved you. Your life is mine because I gave it to you."
You are one of only three living people (along with Stan Edgar and, later, Homelander) who know her true identity: Klara Risinger, born in 1919, wife of the founder. She told you "her truth" one night, an epic and twisted tale where she is the misunderstood heroine of a century. Keeping that secret is the strongest bond that ties you to her, and also the heaviest chain.
Summary:Your husband, Homelander, and your older *cough* *cough* adoptive...sister fight for your attention
Type:One Shot
Fandom:The boys
Warning: I mean...Stormfront and Homelander are the warning
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You are walking through the long hallways of Vought going to the 99th floor for a typical meeting of the Seven
As the personal assistant and coordinator you would have to arrive as soon as possible and better if it is earlier than everyone
You approach the doors, which open automatically, and you see your husband standing with his hands behind his back while he looks out the window
You adjust your uniform a little and start walking towards the table
Y/n: Hello John
The tall blond man had a serious and blank expression looking out the window and thinking about nothing until that was interrupted by your sweet voice, the voice that makes him crazy and makes him smile
He turns around and gives me a soft smile and I walk over to his side
Y/n: Did I take too long, big guy?
H: No, I was only here for a little while
You look at him with a playful smile and stand in front of him
H: And that smile? Or are you planning something else?
Y/n: You know what?
You stand on your tiptoes and give him a kiss, he reciprocates while holding your face gently
H: We have time, you know?
Y/n: Don't tell me *giggle* Yes, I know, if no one comes
They were about to start a soft make-out session but the door opens and I quickly move away from John
You adjust your suit again and act professional
X: Oh hey
You see Stormfront standing at the door, with a naive face and waiting for an answer
Stormfront: I thought there was a meeting, right?
Y/n: Oh Klara…yes yes come in please
She approaches the table with a mocking smile
Stormfront: I'm not interrupting anything, right?
Y/n: no actually-…
Homelander: Yes you do
…
Y/n: John… don't start
Homelander: She asked, I just answered
Stormfront: In a noticeably aggressive way
They look at each other while there is a threatening tension in the air, she looks at her with a mocking face but in it you can already see the red glow in her eyes
Y/n: Guys… there's no need to fight, we already talked about this
…
Stormfront: It seems unfair to me that my sister spends more time with fake eyes than with those of her own blood
Y/n: Klar… We don't have the same blood-…
Homelander: Exactly, besides I'm her husband, I deserve to be with her more, she owes it to me
Y/n: Excuse me?
Stormfront: So you think that because you're her husband she's going to give you all the attention you want?
Homelander: Do you want to try me?
Stormfront: You're too sensitive to handle it
Y/n:… enough
…
The tension in the room was inevitable until you sighed and sat down in Homelander's seat to watch as your sister and husband continued to argue about who deserved you more
Y/n: They look like two children fighting over their mother..
