#The boys

[forgottenichor]

They bring me joy.

my precious

[strawlessandbraless]

I have this headcanon where Misha Collins plays a supe named Astro Glide who’s Soldier Boys secret Russian Lover from back in the day

I’m also just curious, reblog for bigger audience

[yyumehh]

i’m so normal about this,,, don’t talk to me i’m deep in the hc trenches that shadows rings act as fidgeting devices too oh yeah ig it’s my life missions rn to make adhd sonic and tism shadow for everything :}

i might color it another time but for now EHEHEH

[sugurugetos]

Because, deep down, there's a part of you that is still human. A part of you is. A dirty, shrivelled, anaemic little part of you that still mules for approval and love and a mommy and a daddy and a boo-hoo-hoo. Look at me, tiger. Look at me. We gotta cut that part out like a cancer. And then, well then, my boy, you can finally be who you were always meant to be. Pure. Clean. Like marble.

Antony Starr as THE HOMELANDER — THE BOYS (2019 -)

[greensonewannabefayw]

same energy🤩

[ilexvici]

sportacus vs homelander: the rematch

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Sleepy Head (Homelander)

Description: Y/N always sleeps in the weirdest positions

Request:Just a little fluff fic idea. Homelander walking into the bedroom after getting home late, only to see his s/o in the most inhuman looking sleeping position possible, and just wondering "are they still alive?"

There have been many times that Y/N will be sleeping whether it’s on her side or facing straight up but end up in the weirdest positions. 

She goes to bed before Homelander and it never fails to make him laugh to catch her in odd positions.

He has caught her sleeping with her head at the end of the bed without the pillow: “Babe what are you doing?” She looked up at him sleepily and asked what he was talking about. “You are sleeping at the end of the bed.” He points out and she notices that her pillow isn’t under her head but at the other end of the bed. Where she should be. “How’d you end up here?” She didn’t have an answer for that.

He has caught her sleeping with her head off the bed. “Oh my god Babe.” He shakes her awake. “Hmm.” “Your head is off the bed.” He tells her so she just rolls over so her head is on the bed again before falling asleep again.

He has caught her sleeping with her head almost touching the floor but her body still somewhat on the bed. At this point he sighs and moves her without waking her up. But he laughs and tells her the next day. 

He has caught her sleeping on the bed but across it so he can’t even get in bed. He chuckles and moves her so she’s back on her side and gets in with her. 

He has caught her sleeping with only her head on the couch and she was sitting criss-cross applesauce. He shook his head having no idea how she could fall asleep like that. 

He has caught her sleeping at the kitchen table with her head in her arms. He shook her awake, “Hey babe let’s get you to bed.” He told her and she nodded standing up. He had to damn near carry her to the bed. 

The one time that truly scared him was when she was asleep on the couch but her body was twisted weird and she was half off the couch. It looked like she could be dead so he quickly ran over and noticed that she was breathing. How could she sleep like this? Does she even know that she’s sleeping like this? He shook her awake and asked her how the hell she could sleep like that. She told him that if she’s tired she could sleep anywhere in any position.

[syrma-sensei]

This is sooo beautifully written 😍 Nicely done, Pam 🤌🏻

Loving Soldier Boy…

Soldier Boy x reader (drabble)

Summary: Just a short n’ (bitter)sweet drabble about what it’s like to love Ben.

Warnings: language, innuendos (c’mon, it’s Ben), mention of violence

Song inspo: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) by Taylor Swift.

Loving Soldier Boy isn’t easy.

You knew Soldier Boy was a handful. Hell, he knows he’s a handful. And you know Ben has never been handled before. Not properly. Not by someone who knows when to push and when to pull, when to hold steady and when to let go.

But you?

You thought you had him figured out.

He’s bad news — at least that’s what everyone keeps telling you.

“That man is not safe” MM says, arms crossed.

“He’s straightdown psychotic” Annie agrees, looking at you like she’s waiting for the spell Ben must have put on you to break.

Hughie just grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you sure about this? Like, really sure?”

Frenchie sighs. “I have seen many dangerous men, mon coeur, but that one?” He shakes his head. “That one is the iceberg that sinks the ship.”

Even Kimiko seems to eye you with pity.

And Butcher — he just tsked.

“That’s a bloody dangerous game you’re about to play, luv.”

But all that didn’t matter.

Not when Ben flashes you that cocky, wolfish grin. Not when he pulls you in with that fiery gaze that makes your pulse stutter. Not when he touches you like you’re the only thing keeping him from unraveling completely.

He’s a walking contradiction.

He can be crude and crass and violent, but his hands that are scarred and calloused from years of supposed war and bloodshed, are so uncharacteristically gentle when they touch you like he’s terrified of breaking something he doesn’t know how to stitch back together.

And you love it.

You love that you make him hesitate.

That you make him stay.

"Fuck, you’ve ruined me" he murmurs one night, pressing his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips. “You made me a goddamn pussy.”

Loving Soldier Boy is mastering the skill of interpreting nonverbal communication.

You see, Ben isn’t good with words. Not the important ones, anyway.

But he’s fluent in actions.

Like how he always, always keeps a hand on you — your waist, your back, the nape of your neck — like he needs the physical contact to remind himself you’re real and still with him.

Or how, when you’re pissed at him, he won’t apologize outright, but he will fix your coffee just the way you like it, set it down in front of you with a grunt and a pointed look, like There. Happy now?

Or the way he watches you when he thinks you’re not looking. Like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you because no matter how much of a dick he is sometimes, the thought of him possibly outliving you haunts him.

He’s an asshole. A menace. A walking disaster.

And yet, when he pulls you into his lap, his fingers threading through your hair, his lips ghosting over yours—

You think maybe he’s worth the trouble.

Loving Soldier Boy is a delicate art.

It’s catching the flicker of rage in his eyes before he explodes, steering him away from the fire instead of into it.

It’s letting him run his mouth, knowing that half the shit he says is just to get a rise out of people, and the other half—

Well.

“Because it was fucking beeping” he answers when you find bullet holes in your microwave.

Ben’s not stupid.

But when he came back from the dead, or, you know, from 40 years of being locked up, you’re starting to realize… he might not be as up to date as he thinks.

You blink. “Because it was beeping?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, leaning back against the counter like he didn’t just pull some absolute batshit nonsense. “Wouldn’t shut the hell up.”

“That’s… literally its job, Ben.”

“Well, now it’s unemployed.” He smirks. “Like half the people I’ve worked with.

Loving Soldier Boy is like wrestling with a live grenade.

Violence isn’t just second nature to Ben — it’s first.

He doesn’t do restraint.

Like the time some guy got a little too close to you at a club and ended up with a broken jaw — because Ben doesn’t do warnings either.

Or the time he punched a cop without even thinking about the consequences.

“To be fair, he was being a dick.”

“He was giving you a parking ticket.”

Ben scoffs. “Exactly.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?” He throws his hands up, all mock innocence. “I told him not to touch my car.”

Loving Soldier Boy is fighting for feminism while actively losing the war.

There’s something infuriating about Ben’s shameless, unapologetic brand of horniness.

His jokes are always just a little too loud, just a little too offensive, making you cringe even as he smirks, because he knows damn well what he’s doing.

And yet, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

And he knows it.

No matter how many times you glare at him, no matter how often you mutter “Ben, we are in public”, he sees the way your breath hitches, the way your thighs press together when he leans in too close, and he can practically smell the forming pool in your panties.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” His voice is low, dripping with amusement. “Don’t act like you don’t love it when I talk dirty to you.”

You glare at him. “You literally just told the bartender that I needed something ‘to keep my mouth occupied.’”

Ben grins. “And I stand by that.”

You fight the urge to groan. “You are insufferable.”

He leans in, his lips just barely brushing against your ear. “But you like me insufferable.”

And fuck.

Maybe you do.

Loving Soldier Boy is realizing you’re the one really losing the fight.

When the team calls you out on his bullshit, you just sit there and listen.

You have no defense.

Because what are you even supposed to say?

He’s trying? (He’s not.)

He didn’t mean to? (He absolutely did.)

He’s a work in progress? (Is he?)

And despite what everyone says — despite the fact that he probably won’t ever change — you can’t seem to stop yourself from diving headfirst into the madness.

Maybe you can’t fix him.

But damn if he doesn’t make it worth trying.

The chokehold this man has on me is insane — help

Also… This sat in my drafts for months, but I gave it a reread and didn’t completely hate it — so here you go. Hope you enjoyed!🤍

xx Pam

[karniquefreak]

[dailyflicks]

THE BOYS — 4.01: Department of Dirty Tricks (2024)

[mysteryenchatress]

Y/n: Crushes are the worst.

Ben: Yeah, whenever I’m around someone I have a crush on I always start acting nervous and super fidgety.

Y/n: You’re always acting nervous and super fidgety.

Ben: Yeah you don’t wanna think on that too hard.

[bapple117]

The cutestttt

Together 💘💙 For all eternity

[moopiter]

just some more... sfw versions.

[figthoughts]

i’ve got this soldier boy smut that i’ve almost finished writing and it features butcher….. how would we feel if butcher kinda just…. watched…?

likeeeee i’m not even into butcher but the idea of him watching reader lose her shit ??? hmmm teehee

[snekysonjr]