#a train x black!reader

[notapradagurl7]

Not A Hero.

Black Fem! Reader x A Train.

Summary: A Train arrives back home to you after a rough night of being a “hero” and came to you in your room for whatever he needed to do or hear from you.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @sageispunk @siqueth @harmshake @soft-persephone

Warnings: PWP, profanity, mention of Homelander, mention of death, imposter syndrome, reassure, mention of violence, cum play, nipple play, praise, dirty talk, consensual for both parties, unprotected sex(wrap it up)

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Reggie approached the front door with his eyes on the window, seeing you on the couch watching television. He exhaled a breath of relief and looked back through the neighborhood to see if anyone watched him.

Did he deserve you? You were kind and reliable, yet didn’t take shit from anyone.

Using his key, he unlocked the door and nudged it open. Meeting your gaze, “Hey Reg, how was your day?” you asked in a warm tone.

There you were, sitting pretty on the couch watching an episode of Law and Order. He closed the door behind him, locking it quickly.

“It was fine, some old shit..” he said with a dull tone, quickly walking into the bedroom. Lifting your chin to peck your lips.

Changing into his pajamas and threw his superhero suit in the trashcan. Reggie walked back into the living room with you, sitting beside you, giving a warm smile.

You've noticed that he changed, well at least that is what you hoped for briefly. A search for redemption, a change. Something from you.

Reggie has been through a lot, trying to make amends with his brother, literally killing Blue Hawk only to keep the piece of shit’s heart after he had a heart attack. He didn't feel like a hero.

Homelander was weird too, but he’s always been that way. You hated that guy.

He went by his hero name but only you get to call him Reggie.

You turned off the TV, giving Reggie your full attention. "Reggie, talk to me. What's really going on? You can't keep carrying this burden alone," you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek.

Reggie sighed, his eyes meeting yours. "I don't know, Y/N. Sometimes I feel like I'm just not cut out for this hero shit. Like I'm not a hero at all," he admitted, his voice filled with self-doubt.

You cupped his face gently, looking into his eyes with unwavering support. "Reggie, listen to me. You may not feel like a hero, but to me, you are. You have a good heart, and you're trying to do the right thing. That's more than most can say," you reassured him.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. "Thank you, Y/N," he said gratefully, leaning in to kiss you deeply.

But still, the feeling lingered in the depths of his mind. He felt everything was safe with you, he could be himself and not A Train.

The kiss quickly deepened, passion and need fueling the moment. Reggie's hands found their way to your body, exploring every inch as if trying to memorize you.

You moaned softly, he peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone. the intensity of the moment sending a rush of desire through you. "Reggie, please," you whispered, your hands tugging at his pajama top.

He didn't need any more encouragement, quickly stripping you both of clothing until you were both bare and exposed to each other. His thick dick rested on his thigh and grabbed it with his hand.

“Come here baby..” you sang playfully, your finger motioning him to come closer.

Pushing his dick between your wet folds, you gasped softly and your head fell on the pillow. Feeling every inch of him inside of him, “Reg..fuck, you're so big..”

He picked you up by your thighs, with your knees resting on the couch. His hands rested on your waist. “And you're so fucking wet already..” he moaned, bouncing up and down on his length.

Reggie's touch was reverent, his fingers tracing every curve and dip of your body. “What did I do to deserve you?” he asked, moaning a bit, Everything was normal with you, better with you. Your wetness trickled down on below, to creating a small pool on the couch. His mouth found yours again, kissing you with a hunger that matched your own.

As the night unfolded, the doubts and insecurities faded away, “Y-you..fuck..have me..” you moaned again, your nails left welts on his shoulders. He didn't have to be someone else, your mouth parted widely, words were caught in your throat. You couldn't speak, replaced by passion and pleasure, He was just Reggie, the man you loved.

Your climax arrived, your essence gushed all over his dick and he gazed upon your face twisted up in pleasure, he kissed your lips after pulling out of you.

He carried you into the bathroom, gently seated you on the closed toilet lid.

He turned on the shower to wash away the evidence of your lovemaking. The two of you stepped inside, cleaning yourself. The warm water cascaded over both of you, cleansing not just your bodies but your souls as well.

Reggie held you close under the water, his arms wrapped around you protectively. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You smiled up at him, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over you.

"I love you too, Reggie," you assured him, running your fingers on his shoulders.

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[shotmrmiller]

there are two modes to simon. handsy and handsy.

handsy is the gentle hold he has on your wrist when you're watching a movie on the couch, his thumb brushing your knuckles, tracing ever bump and curve. it's a cozy arm thrown over your waist, weighty enough to leave your side sore after, with his leg slid between yours while he snores into your ear after a long day's work. the hand on your knee under the table while eating breakfast, lightly squeezing when you ask him if he wants more.

and then there's handsy. his grip tight around the soft of your waist, fingers creating little divots into your flesh as he tries to slow the pace you've set, feeling his climax too close too soon. it's how he fists your hair and maneuvers your head to the side without much effort while you're on your stomach, the light prick on your scalp only adding to the pleasure, as he mutters into your ear if you can give him another one. (guess you'll die, then.)

how he paws at your arse when he's got you on your knees with your face dug into a pillow as he pistons his hips, the occasional slap of his balls onto your clit making your ears ring and calves tense almost painfully, until he pulls you up, his chest and your back slick with sweat and you come with his one hand around your throat and the other jerking little circles on your stiffened pearl.

the two touches are so different from each other, one a tender thing as if he's afraid to hurt you and the other wanting to hurt, but a different kind of ache, the one he will always soothe with his fingers, mouth and cock.

(call him a triple threat.)

whether you like it or not, you've been conditioned. soft and gentle means affection and care, similar to him bussing the side of your head every morning before work while rough and firm means you're about to be ploughed until you're left to soak in a bath to recover from the onslaught.

and you'd been prepared to take this secret to the grave, to not tell a soul how he'd pulled you out of a pool with enough strength to feel your rear shoulder sting and you'd just about moaned in broad daylight. or how he'd moved you out of soap's trajectory during the first meet by the wrist and if you hadn't been wearing a jumper, your peaked nipples would've been visible to anyone.

but naturally, things never go your way. he'd found out in no time and now he uses that knowledge to his advantage. a quick sneaky fuck in price's bathroom during a barbecue starts with a vicious tug of your arm. getting ate out in the back alley of a pub: giving your thigh a squeeze so tight it could bruise while you sip on the swill you call beer.

and every single time he's pulling your pants down or flipping your skirt up, you're already dripping with want.

now to get him to stop manhandling you like that when the 141 are around.

(soap's left like a deer in headlights after he forcibly sat your tipsy arse down next to him because "LT said to keep 'n eye on ye," and a moan had slipped past your lips unbidden and now the girls boys are fighting someone help)

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Seven x Deadpool!Reader

t/w: loooots of dark humour/jokes, reader is insensitive and an asshole since they're also a supe working at vought, your powers are the exact same as Deadpool (even the skin condition), mention about killing, death, gore, r-pe, n@zis?!?!, alcohol, some intimacy (?). Also reader is gn!!

ᯓ★ here's a version with the boys <3

HOMELANDER

This man hates you so fking much

Has tried to kill you multiple times, he tried lasering you, tearing you in half and even throwing you into the sky but you just always manage to come back like the damn plague

Eventually he gives up trying to kill you and just had to deal with the fact you'll be kept alive... just temporarily though... he's still looking for ways to kill you

However, your powers gave you dozens of advantages when around Homelander.

He can be having a meeting about something serious and everyone would be listening to him due to their fear towards him, then there's you who'd be doing your own thing and just shout out unrelated things like "Donald Trump just blocked me on Twitter!! HAH!! SUCK IT CORNFLACKS!!"

Everyone turning to you with startled expressions while Homelander simply rolls his eyes before continuing his presentation.

You are a complete nightmare to the PR team, that's why for interviews or any events, you'll always be paired up with Homelander so he can keep you under control and stop you from saying weird shit that could ruin the company's image.

"So Deadpool, how does it feel being in the Seven working alongside Homelander? You've been working together for almost 3 years now" A reporter would ask as you two are surrounded by screaming fans.

"Like I'm in the twilight series, not because of the fantasy but because I'm still waiting for the part where he impregnates me—"

"O-kay! That's enough, just silly ol' Deadpool with those inside jokes"

"You can tell in this eyes that he wants to fuck me right now. HE'S GONNA FUCK ME!!" You shouted as you're being dragged away by him.

Obviously when you had found out about his relationship with Stormfront, especially her background, you had to say some shit about it. Not giving the slightest care about the fact he could be grieving over her death.

He'll be in his room standing in front of the window and you'd just storm in, being as loud as possible.

"I can't believe you dated a N@zi!! Is it because I'm Jewish?!" Which may or may not be true, nobody knows your origin.

He may hate your guts but if he ever needs someone to help him do some dirty work, you're the person for the job, you never ask why or how, which could be the only thing he likes about you.

"Y'know, maybe if you didn't have such a big mouth, you'd be tolerable"

"All the people I've slept with have said otherwise"

Compatibility? 50%

STARLIGHT

Before she joined the Seven, she had an image of what kind of person you were, she just didn't know it was this worse.

When you found out she used to work at this Sunday School Church, you just haaaaad to say something about it.

"So like, you say that prayer always works, but every night I pray for my hair to grow and it never does. Do you think God has me blocked? How do I get unblock?"

"Uh..."

You two surprisingly get along without one wanting to slice the other's throat, except sometimes the things you say can really piss her off. Which is why when the company assigned her a new costume, she was trying her hardest to avoid you, but you found out anyways.

"Holy shit Starlight! Nice costume, is this your Miley Cyrus breakthrough? Girl power!"

Insert her groaning out of annoyance.

Again, the second you discovered she was dating a guy behind the death of Translucent, you were heartbroken :(

"Of course this happens right when my therapist gives up on me!"

Despite your behaviour, you pitied her when it was revealed that she was taken advantage of by The Deep, so like any good friend, you took revenge by cooking his friend octopus and eating it happily in front of him.

"Revenge does taste sweet" You'd say happily while Starlight just watches by the side, both grateful and horrified at your actions.

In my opinion, you would definitely be the person she goes to once she starts working with the boys, you'll always be providing whatever information that happens in the company for her to use.

It helps her worry less about getting anyone killed 'cause you literally can't die.

Compatibility? 60%

QUEEN MAEVE

You're half the reason why she rethinks about her life choices when she wakes up in the morning

Not because you're a handful (which you are) but because you're always paired together on missions

"Deadpool! The hostages!"

"OKAY! God... you act just like my drunk uncle"

Which is a joke/nickname you like to address her by because of her alcoholism (yikes)

Whenever the company needs you for something, half of the time she's the one assigned to search for you.

There was this one time she caught you trying to have Anika track down Kanye West's location, nobody knows what shenanigans you were up to.

Another thing to mention was that you two were chosen by the company to sing a Christmas song for the year's Christmas ceremony.

Just imagine during the bridge of the song, she's singing normally while you're completely going off, your high note so high you were sure you had Mariah Carey a run for her money.

Even though she finds you a lot to deal with, you're actually her buddy to train with.

Since you're very skilled with Katanas, she likes to practice her swordsmanship with you.

You like to tease or make fun of her everytime she fails to strike you which is good motivation for her to get better. Maybe you guys bring out the best of each other?

Last thing I'd like to add is when she was found out by the public that she was a lesbian (She's bi but you get the running joke), you had gifted her a t-shirt that says, 'Biggest Dick in Town'

Compatibility? 80%

THE DEEP

Your human punching bag

If Vought was a high school instead of a company, you'd be the bully and he'd be the nerd getting stuffed inside the locker room.

For example, Homelander could be confronting Starlight about her relationship with Hughie and everyone would just start raising their voices til you come in yelling "SHUT UP!" to the Deep who had not said a single thing during the entire time.

Just imagine him staring at you like 😐

To be honest you also ate his friend octopus so you guys are actually never getting the chance to make up.

"Look dude, I don't appreciate your tone"

"I don't appreciate your haircut either but we can't all get what we want"

You may be a crazy person but you weren't going to be okay with the fact he violates every woman he sees, so not only did you cook the octopus but you also called in a male stripper disguised as a woman just for him to celebrate on his birthday.

Just imagine him all happy when you tell him the news and later that night he'll run inside your room, completely pissed off at your act after finding out but you just laughed and said.

"Happy April Fools 😚!"

"That's next month dipshit!"

Also, you never understood his weird fantasies. He has a thing for sea animals??You've caught him multiple times either flirting or getting off to one. It was concerning even for you.

"From how many animals you've fucked, you might just turn from the ocean's 'Seaman' to 'Semen'." You joked which he did not find funny.

Maybe you messing with him could just be your way of getting along with him since you're the same with everybody else, it's just he has more flaws to poke fun of and he's sensitive about them.

Compatibility? 5%

A-Train

He thinks you're fucked up in the head.

Half of the shit that comes out of your mouth just has him reacting like in the GIF

Buuuuuut you're the one he always brings to the club because you always know ways to give the party life.

You've somehow even got on the wall of fame, a lovely portrait of you with your hands making out a heart.

Also, you know about his business with Compound V waaaaay before anyone else did. He's still grateful you didn't tell anyone.

Just like everyone else, you also enjoy messing with him except he's fast and constantly avoiding you.

"Hey A-Train, how much do you wanna bet that I can die faster than you?"

"Dude... seriously?"

You guys rarely get sent on missions together because you're always slowing him down, not basing off the fact he's fast but because you get easily sidetracked with other things.

"Alright, we're here now, how much C4 do we use?"

"Fuck math! Let's use all of 'em!"

You ended up detonating all of the C4 on you before he could object the idea, he was able to run out in time, your action nearly getting him killed while you ended up dead.

But it's fine you'll just grow back.

You know that race he has against Shockwave? You'd be at the VIP section standing near where Homelander and Queen Maeve is, waving your huge banner that has a picture of A-Train's face and yours pasted over a figure carrying the other in bridal style.

Compatibility? 55%

TRANSLUCENT

He makes people paranoid but you make him disgusted.

There was this one time he was bored so he snuck in your room to see what you were doing.

At first he was confused why you had so many cute plushies but then the more he explored your room, he realised your room is basically every collector's dream.

You even had a huge teddy bear in the corner of your dressing room.

The reason why he doesn't like to spy on you is because the last time he did, he saw you putting your hand in the blender, then proceeding to put your private part into it.

Never again, he thought, never again.

He doesn't need to witness you carry out your intrusive thoughts.

Surprising enough, you're close with his son, I'd like to think that after his death, you practically became the kid's godparent. Though you can be sort of a bad influence, leading up to how he is in Gen V.

You always tell him you hate kids but he thinks otherwise.

After all, he can read people well.

You guys like to pull pranks on each other since you guys like competing on who's more sneaky

There was this one time, you woke up to find your suit gone so you ended up walking around the building, completely naked and unfazed by people's stares.

It was when you walked around the corner that you found your suit worn by someone else, turns out it was Translucent under it.

"Why is it so fucking tight dude? How do you stay in this shit all day?"

"You get used to it"

Compatibility? 85%

BLACK NOIR

Lovers.

He doesn't mind your attitude because he actually can't say anything about it.

No seriously... he can't talk.

But hey he's got a good shoulder to cry on.

"I just... hffgh... I can't believe my album didn't surpass lady gaga's... She doesn't even know how to use Katanas like I do!" You'd let out a loud sob while he just stares at you for a while before placing a hand on your shoulder, patting you gently.

You know the scene where he's playing the piano for one of the company's party? You'll be laying down on top of it and singing in your usual overdramatic high pitched voice.

He finds your humour amusing so he always does this little head tilt like in the GIF when you say some weird shit while waiting for his response.

Since both of you are the only members of the Seven that wears a full body suit, obviously you had to try on his but since it was impossible to achieve that, you just had the company make a copy for you.

He'll be walking down the hallway doing his normal routine until he notises another person in his suit, the moment you speak and he realises its just you is when he let's his guard down.

"I just got some transplants done to my ass, that's why I look different"

You both are never sent on missions together 'cause you guys don't work well, pretty much nobody works well with him since he's the silent type.

Example, you two were hiding behind some crates ready to jump on the bad guys who were snucking in illegal drugs. He gestured for you to wait as he went to check again, only to turn back to see you gone.

"Marry Christmas motherfuckers!"

He heard your voice shout and he found you standing on top of the stacked crates, machine gun in hand and began shooting aimlessly.

He didn't even do anything but just watch until you ran out of bullets. However, multiple survived and began shooting at you so you ended running towards where he's hiding at.

"Yankee yankee!" You yelped.

You know the video of the two girls taking off their wigs to reveal that they're bald and they start bonding over it? I'd like to imagine that's you and Black Noir with the skin condition under the suits.

One more scenario I wanna add, you guys could be having a meeting but since you were bored and you always hated meetings, you'd draw a big heart on a piece of paper and show it to Black Noir from across the table. Surprisingly he'd draw a heart back to you.

You were overjoyed so you began to draw you and him doing it, doggy style. He stares at your doodle for a while before choosing to just focus on the meeting instead.

Compatibility? 90%

(This took a while cause I was on vacation)

[masempaix]

Y/n: Looking delicious in that outfit, babygirl *wink*

Soldier Boy: did she just ca—

Hughie: It’s meant you’re attractive man

[goodbyetothenight]

[joonie7007]

I MISS MY BABYYYY 🫶🏻😭😭‼️

SEASON 4 ‼️‼️

[daenysx]

MASTERLIST

requests: open

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

- aemond targaryen | part 2

- aegon ii targaryen

- daemon targaryen

GAME OF THRONES

- robb stark

MARAUDERS

- james potter

- sirius black

- remus lupin

- poly!marauders

- poly!wolfstar

THE WALKING DEAD

- daryl dixon

BULLET TRAIN

- tangerine

[eatmyheartoutjpg]

TRANSLATOR ;; One secret in Vought was that Black Noir had a interpretor of sorts, someone who understood him. Said person is the one everyone finds to figure out what Noir wants.

01.01.25 Masterlist

The breakroom at Vought Tower was as sterile as ever, filled with tense employees who were more interested in avoiding the Seven than socializing. But when Black Noir entered, the energy shifted. His silent presence was enough to command attention. No one dared to make eye contact except for one person sitting near the vending machines.

You glanced up from your cup of tea and gave him a small nod. "You're early today."

Noir paused, standing tall in front of you, head tilting slightly. He didn't need words to communicate. You knew him better than anyone else in this building. It was an odd position to be in, but somehow, you'd become Noir's unofficial interpreter. It started with simple observations—learning the way his shoulders tensed when he was displeased, the particular way he acted when he was hungry. Now, you were the only one who could translate his intent with certainty.

"You need something?" you asked, watching as Noir's head turned towards the vending machine. A small, nearly imperceptible gesture. "Ah. Orange juice. Got it."

You stood up, inserted a few bills, and punched in the code for his favorite morning beverge. The machine clunked, and you retrieved it, placing it in his gloved hand. Noir gave a slight, approving nod.

"You know, you could ask the others for this stuff," you teased, but the idea was laughable. The rest of the Seven tiptoed around Noir like he was a landmine waiting to explode. Homelander barely acknowledged him. Queen Maeve kept her distance. The Deep avoided him altogether. A-Train didn't like his silence. No one liked his silence, it felt like they were being surveillance.

When Noir wanted something, they all sought you out.

It wasn't just about vending machine snacks and drinks. Sometimes, Vought executives cornered you after meetings. "Hey, can you check with Noir? We need to know if he's on board with the new PR stunt." Or, "Ask Noir if he can make that appearance at the gala." You would dutifully track him down, translate his silent answers, and relay them back. No one questioned why he trusted you. They were simply relieved you existed.

"You want to stick around for a bit?" you asked, gesturing to the empty chair beside you, ignoring all the peering eyes of your coworkers. Noir hesitated but eventually sat down, carefully unwrapping his straw in front of you.

You sipped your tea and watched him. It was strange, this partnership. Noir was an enigma wrapped in layers of leather and silence. But around you, he seemed…normal, almost. Comfortable.

"You know, I think they imagine we have secret conversations about world domination or something," you said with a smirk. "Like you're telling me all of Vought's secrets."

Noir glanced at you. You felt that he was enjoying that idea.

A few moments of silence passed before the door to the breakroom swung open, everyone grew silent as Ashley strode in, tablet in hand. She froze when she saw Noir sitting there, and then her eyes locked onto you like a lifeline.

Noir didn't look at her, instead he kept his gaze on you. He found it was the most comfortable, considering everyone felt as though he was a silent stalker of sorts.

"Oh, thank God. Hey, could you—?" Ashley gestured awkwardly at Noir. "We need him to sign off on the new action figure design. Could you just… you know, check?"

You sighed. "He's sitting right there, Ashley."

"Yeah, I just… You have a better way with him. Please?" She smiled nervously.

You turned to Noir. "What do you think? New action figure?"

Noir stayed still for a moment before slowly tilting his head to his left.

"He said it's fine."

"Great! Thank you!" She nearly sprinted out of the room.

You shook your head, "They act like you're going to rip their heads off."

Noir shrugged. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. It was part of the mystery.

The two of you sat in companionable silence for a while longer until Noir finished his drink. He stood up, giving you a parting nod before heading for the door. Just before he left, he paused, glanced over his shoulder, and held up his hand in a small wave.

"See you tomorrow," you responded.

It wasn't a flashy friendship. There were no dramatic moments, no heart-to-hearts. But in the sterile, cold environment of Vought Tower, your quiet partnership with Black Noir was one of the few genuine connections you had. And for some reason, that was enough to keep the both of you sane.

ᵉᵃᵗᵐʸʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵒᵘᵗ

[newkatzkafe2023]

Hey, bestie! Ok so you know that one scene from how to train your dragon where toothless is trying to woo the lightfury and instead of being head over heels or swooning, she’s just looking at him like he’s insane while hiccup is in the background hiding hyping toothless up?

Imagine that scene with our monkey boys trying to impress a certain fem y/n(but she is very distant and to herself) while Nesha, MK, Lin, whoever is trying to help him but he just ends up making an ass of himself. He may or may not get slapped….or whacked with his staff……again🤭. But who knows, maybe we secretly like it in the end….

Seriously have you even talked to a girl??-Norm the Genie

(Lmk Wukong) His jaw was on the floor when he went with Mk and his friends on the beach. You were sunbathing in your white two pieces Wukong chirps, uncontrollably with heart eyes, Mk noticed you too and decided to help Wukong out. Mk decided to hype up Wukong to win you over, but he acted like a huge clown in front of you, and it quickly became annoying. So you left him, but unfortunately for you, he doesn't give up that easily he had tried many methods of wooing you but it wasn't working. Then one day Wukong had made you a gift that showed a painting of you, you looked shocked as it was beautiful. With a light smile, you kissed his bright red face and accepted his courting ritual.

(MKR Wukong) He was as red as a cherry, as he stared at you at a market you were looking at fruit trying to decide which one to buy. While the monk was preying at another buddha temple(again🙄) and Wukong decided to head over and woo you. Yeah, that ended badly, and you b*tch slapped him for scarying and bothering you as you tried to pay. Unfortunately, that just fueled Wukong's desire for you, so wherever you go, he would have some kind of method to try to win you over. Some didn't go so well as the would lead to him getting beat up by you, but then he started to do things that were genuinely sweet you even Witness him father A fruit chi. You came up to him one day and officially accepted his courting request. To say he was stooked is a huge understatement

(HIB Wukong) Oh god, he's like those divorced dads in sitcoms who are awkwardly returning into the dating pool, but he had to do it because you caught his eye. Wukong is nervous as he'll because god, you were beautiful and like you would ever talk to him. Though you secretly found him to be very attractive and can feel his kind soul from where you're sitting, so it was you who walked over to him and looked him over. Wukong had a dangerously red face and felt frozen in place, but with Luier and Silly girl chatting you up and telling you that my dad, Has a huge crush on you" This made you giggle and tell him to pick you up at 7 at your place. The look on his face was priceless.

(NR Wukong) This clown was asking for a restraining order like seriously. He is starting to creep you out. He kelp flirting with you at this nightmare club you were trying to drink in peace, but he wouldn't leave you be. He would flirt and use pick-up lines on you. You had hissed and slapped his face away from you. Wukong frowned and soon started sharing his little dilemma with Li. After a few weeks, Wukong had won you over with a cute bracelet he made for you he gave Li and thumbs up as you both hugged.

(Netflix Wukong) I'll be honest you would bust a gut laughing at his attempts to get you to notice him. It's just so all over the place, and it's super cute and funny to you. Soon, he became so desperate that he actually went over to Lin's house and asked for help on you. The next morning, he came by your home with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, making you smile, and grant him your affection.

(BMW Wukong) Oh man, did you want to kill this man because he is a compete ass. You beat him up on a daily basis with his overconfidence ass, as hot and sexy as it was. Wukong wanted you to like him. So after many failed attempts, he decided to do the one thing he never does.......... Ask for help. Erlang had kind of a fields day with this he gave some decent advice and did what he was told. After a bit, where you both chatting and learning about each other, and it seems you both have a lot more in common than you thought.

(Destined one) As usual, he's got a better chance of winning your heart, then all the others Desperate Degenerates. He was Is quiet soft and sweet and didn't piss you off as much. Your favorite activity together is cuddling and chatting. Well, it mostly you speaking about many things while the destined one listens, and with you guys being the shy and quiet couple together. It all worked out in the end, and the start to a wonderful relationship.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG

[lenacosse]

˗ˏˋ masterlist´ˎ˗⁀➷

*. * rules

♡- fluff ❀- angst ☆- smut

✧˚ · .brooklyn nine nine:

✧jake peralta in a world of boys, he's a gentleman ❀♡

successful ☆

you are in love ♡

false god ☆

✧amy santiago pretty girls ❀

ordinary things ♡

✧˚ · .marauders:

✧sirius black say don't go... ☆❀♡

i can see you ☆

dry humping ☆

hockeyplayer!sirius ☆

prefects bathroom ☆

✧james potter other side ☆

✧˚ · .harry potter:

✧theo nott worst behaviour ☆

✧˚ · .bullet train:

✧tangerine stake out ❀

birthday ♡

flawless ❀♡

what?

✧˚ · .shameless:

✧lip gallagher (coming soon)

[itsshawtyfellas]

Y'all listen...

And listen well...

Just imagine Tangerine coming home and ravishing the absolute shit out of you after a mission. He would still have his clothes on and you would be lying naked on the bed, all spread out with his head between your legs as he ate your pussy to the bone. You'd wiggle around in bed, trying to stop him from sucking the soul out of you but he wouldn't listen to any of your cries of pleasure, overstimulating you until you couldn't talk.

He would have a mouth full of your pussy with slight drool coming out the sides as his tongue would swirl around your cunt, going from your aching clit to your stimulated hole and vice versa. Sometimes he would stop licking to wrap his lips around your clit and suck on it like a lollipop while giving little kitten licks on it.

At first, it would be magical and so satisfying but then you felt like you couldn't keep your pretty eyes open or even breath right – all because of him and his skills to please you.

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A/N: this came out of absolutely nowhere???? Like... I just saw that picture on pinterest and immediately started to write this. Also I'll be really disappointed if I don't see this man under Christmas tree this year😔 AND ALSO thank you soooooo much for the 300 folllowers🥹 I know I may not write much but just know that I love everyone and each one of you🩷

[obsessedwrhys]

THE BOYS

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Symbols

fluff = 🦋 , angst = 🪐 , smut = 🍒 , goofy = 🎧

Headcanons:

The Seven x Deadpool! Reader 🎧

The Boys x Deadpool! Reader 🎧

The Boys x Harley Quinn! Reader 🎧

Stories:

AMERICAS SWEET-TARDs (Homelander x Deadpool! Reader / Homelander is forced to babysit you, the troublemaker of The Seven) 🎧

Series:

The Boys x Rogue! Reader / You're Butcher's little sister who's forced to be a supe 🪐🦋

The Boys x Rogue! Reader / You're Butcher's little sister who's forced to be a supe (2) 🪐🦋

[goodbyetothenight]

Anyone else? No? Just me? Okay

[dollerinna]

You know it’s getting bad when I wanna watch ginny and georgia (again, unfortunately) just to see more of nathan mitchell-

Like TELL. ME. that isn’t absolutely fucked up beyond measure

[eatmyheartoutjpg]

INTERLUDE ;; Homelander goes to you whilst on a break from filming a new box office movie with The Seven.

12.31.24 Masterlist

Homelander stood with a relaxed posture, his striped cape swaying slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The break on set buzzed with activity—crew members shuffling, Starlight checking her script, A-Train downing a bottle of water after his last sprint scene. But Homelander paid them no mind. His attention was singular, drawn entirely to you.

A real smile touched his lips, the kind that softened the sharpness of his usually calculating blue eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile back, the moment feeling strangely serene.

"Enjoying the show so far?" Homelander asked, his voice lowered to a more intimate tone, one reserved for these rare moments when no cameras were pointed at him.

"It’s impressive," you replied, shifting slightly to look up at him.

His smile grew, a rare expression of unguarded pride. "Of course it is. We’re The Seven, after all."

Despite the countless stares burning into your back, you found it hard to feel uncomfortable under Homelander's gaze. His looming figure, broad-shouldered and imposing in his iconic suit, made you feel protected rather than trapped.

He stepped closer, casting a shadow over you that felt like a blanket, hiding you from prying eyes. There was an unspoken understanding that no one dared interfere when he was near you. The power he exuded wasn’t just physical; it was the silent authority that made others instinctively steer clear.

Starlight, from across the set, shot you a glance—concern flickering in her eyes before she turned back to her script. A-Train did his best to appear indifferent, but the subtle furrow of his brow betrayed his curiosity. Even Black Noir, standing silently in the corner, seemed to tilt his head ever so slightly in your direction.

But no one said a word.

Homelander noticed their glances, of course he did. He thrived on attention. But this time, he let it slide.

"They’re curious," you murmured, tilting your head toward him. "About why you’re over here."

He chuckled softly, the sound warm but edged with something darker. "Let them wonder. I like keeping them guessing."

You looked up at him, studying his face. For a man so used to wielding terror like a weapon, he seemed… normal. Almost human.

"You know, you don’t have to keep watching over me. I’m fine."

Homelander's eyes narrowed just a fraction, the warmth in his expression dimming, but not vanishing entirely. "I’d rather be sure. I can’t have anything happening to you."

It wasn’t a threat, not directed at you at least. But the weight of the words hung in the air. Anyone who so much as thought about bothering you wouldn’t live long.

You sighed softly, leaning slightly into his shadow. "You really do take this whole protector thing seriously, huh?"

His gaze softened once more. "For you? Absolutely."

Moments like this were rare—when the larger-than-life figure of Homelander melted away to reveal something else, something deeper.

The break was called to an end, and the crew scurried back to their positions. Homelander lingered for a moment longer, his gloved hand brushing your arm in a fleeting gesture of reassurance.

"I’ll see you after," he said, his voice just above a whisper, but carrying the weight of a promise.

And just like that, the mask returned. Homelander straightened, turning back to the set with that signature confident strut, his cape billowing behind him. The untouchable leader of The Seven was back, but for a brief moment, he had been yours.

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[bratisland]

i really want to write a lil something for the 7, the boys, and soldier boy rescuing a merman/maid supe! reader that got stuck in a really nasty net and they're barely alive on the shore before they are found, they're like an extremely ethereal type of a merman/maid...its almost suspicious how ..otherwordly gorgeous they are...but some characters will fall into them like starved animals and some might straight up not give a fuck.. i can make it sexual if yall want me to... im not sure about writing this so i guess its smthg like an interest check?