#homlander

[writinginpinkpink]

The Price of Life. [0.3]

homelander x fem!reader

summary: Homelander saved you and gave you life, but with one rule: be utterly loyal to him. Despite this, you went beyond mere obedience and provided him with what he needed most: love.

warnings: homelander, violence, swearing, smut (eventually), a bit of stockholm syndrome?

taglist: @tfamidoingwithmylife

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When morning came, you woke up to find Homelander already up, his hair impeccably styled as he rehearsed his lines in front of the mirror. He glanced at you with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Good morning, YN. Today is a big day for us,” he said, his voice unnervingly peaceful. “Get dressed. We have a press conference in an hour.”

You nodded, getting up and putting on the uniform he had given you. The new suit felt unfamiliar against your skin, a constant reminder of your new commitment, but you liked how it looked on you.

“Save your concern for someone who needs it,” you retorted, brushing past her. “I’ve made my choice.”

The press conference was held in the main hall of Vought Tower. As you and Homelander stood together, facing the flashing cameras and the eager reporters, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Homelander began, his voice strong and authoritative. “I have an important announcement to make. YN and I are now in a relationship. Together, we’ll make sure to combat the lies the media spreads and show you the truth for a brighter future for America.”

You forced a smile, nodding along with his words. The room erupted in applause, and the questions started flying. You answered them as best as you could, sticking to the narrative Homelander had laid out. The applause and the attention felt intoxicating, filling you with a sense of significance you had never experienced before.

After the press conference, you found yourself alone with Homelander in a small conference room. He turned to you, his expression unreadable.

“You did well out there,” he said, his tone almost approving. “But remember, they love me, not you. If anything happens, I can turn them against you in a heartbeat.”

You nodded, feeling a strange thrill at his threat. It wasn’t a problem for you; it was just part of who he was, and you liked it. “I understand.”

“Good,” he replied. “Now, I have something else for you. A mission. It’s a test of your loyalty.”

Your heart raced at his words. “What kind of mission?”

He handed you a folder with detailed information. “There’s a supe disrupting the city. I want you to take care of it. Show me that you’re devoted to me.”

You opened the folder and scanned the contents, your eyes narrowing as you took in the details. The name and face of the target were familiar, and you realized why Homelander had chosen her, you couldn't deny him: this was your chance to prove yourself to Homelander, to solidify your place by his side.

“I’ll take care of it,” you said confidently.

As you left the room to prepare for the mission, you ran into Annie.

“YN, please. Think about what you’re doing,” she pleaded. “This isn’t you. Homelander is dangerous. You don’t have to do this.”

Your anger flared at her words. “Oh, I see what’s going on. You’re jealous, Annie. You can’t stand that someone else might be in the spotlight for once.”

“Jealous? That’s not it at all,” Annie insisted, her eyes wide with shock. “I’m worried about you. Homelander isn’t who you think he is.”

“This again?” you snapped, feeling the resentment bubble up. “We’ve already talked about this. You’ve always been jealous of me. Ever since I joined The Seven, you’ve treated me like I’m just your sidekick. Well, guess what? I’m done being in your shadow. Homelander sees my potential, and he’s given me a chance to prove myself.”

“YN, you’re making a mistake,” Annie said, her voice softer now, pleading. “This isn’t about jealousy. It’s about keeping you safe.”

-

The mission Homelander gave you was straightforward: eliminate a minor supe. As you approached the familiar location, a strange feeling hit your stomach. It was just an old warehouse; there was no reason for you to feel this way. Everything would have been so much easier if you didn’t have so many memories. However, none of it mattered. You knew Homelander, and you knew this was his way to test you, to see how far you would go for him. And you would go damn far.

You entered the warehouse, your senses heightened, and quickly located your target. Your heart skipped a beat. The supe was a young woman with the ability to ignite fire. She turned to face you, her eyes widening in recognition. Affection filled her eyes, but you didn’t allow yours to show the same feeling.

“YN? What are you doing here? Miss the team?” she asked, smiling. Her hair was different, and her face a little older, but the smile was the same. Her expression faltered as she noticed the darkness in your gaze—a look she couldn’t quite recognize. It was you, but something was different, something unsettling.

“I’m here to take care of a problem,” you replied coldly, stepping closer. You knew that to get the job done, you would have to leave it all behind—all the love for your past had to be destroyed so there would be enough space for your savior.

She backed away, her confusion evident. “What are you talking about? Is this about that shirt—”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you interrupted.

Before she could react, you lunged at her, using your improved strength to pin her to the ground. She struggled, but you were stronger, you were better. You could almost hear Homelander's voice in your head, telling you how good you were being for him. You felt a twisted sense of fulfillment as you overpowered her, your hands closing around her throat.

As she gasped for air, her flames flickering out, you leaned in closer, your voice a cold whisper. “I wish I could say I'm sorry that things ended like this.” You saw Ember's tear running down her cheek, but somehow it meant nothing to you. She meant nothing to you now.

With a final, cruel twist, you snapped her neck, feeling a wave of energy and pleasure. You stood up, looking down at her lifeless body, and felt no remorse. You weren't even ashamed about it.

You wiped away a tear you didn't realize was falling. Maybe that was your last bit of humanity. But you knew that everything would be worth it.

-

Returning to Vought Tower, you made your way to Homelander’s office, feeling a mix of pain and pride. Eager to see him as soon as possible, you quickened your pace, anxious for his praise. When you entered, he looked you up and down with a smirk.

“Looks like you’ve been in quite a fight,” he said, his tone a blend of amusement and condescension. “Guess the supe wasn’t much of a challenge after all.”

“I handled it,” you replied, a rush of pride in your voice. “For you.”

Homelander’s expression remained assertive as he stepped closer, his hand brushing your cheek with a calculated touch. “I know. You did such a good job, YN.” Your heart raced, the sound of it loud in your ears. You felt as if you would do it a thousand times again just to hear him say it once more.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, his approval filling you with a sense of accomplishment. “Thank you.”

He guided you to his desk, where he began tending to your wounds. His touch was far from gentle, but you made sure not to flinch, determined to show that you could endure his roughness. As he worked, his eyes remained fixed on you, a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness in his gaze.

“You know, you made the right choice,” he said, his voice low and assured. “Now nothing is standing between us.”

You felt a deep sense of commitment at his words, and you looked into his eyes, feeling the intensity of his gaze. “I’d do anything for my family,” you declared, your voice steady.

Homelander’s eyes shifted, an unreadable expression flickering across his face. Without warning, he gripped your chin firmly, his lips crashing against yours with a fierce urgency. At first, you struggled to keep up with the intensity, but soon you found yourself matching his desperation, surrendering to his need.

He used you as he pleased, and you embraced it, feeling a mix of exhilaration and belonging. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred as you gave yourself over completely.

[simonsfav]

Im literally on the edge of my seat. This is so so so exciting and so well written!! I absolutely love it!!

Should Be Mine | Part II | Black Noir/Homelander

Summary: Part One

Warning: Homelander

Requested: yes

Taglist 🏷: @noodle81937 @minaxcarter

"Spotted! Mr. and (Future)Mrs. Noir exit a supe-child orphanage, well known member of the supe group 'The Seven', Black Noir has been spotted with is fiancé of 4 months visiting a few choice homes for parentless children but most notably a orphanage that home super powered children. 

Are the new couple looking to expand their family soon after completing their nuptials? 

Many people have expressed their concern, know that some children were placed in the home due to the unfortunate event cause by their inability to control said powers.

What ever the future hold we just wish the best for Noir and America's favorite baker.

Next we hav-"

Turning the TV off Homelander let of a huff in frustration at the news. Starting a family? 

They were gonna adopt a child? Just another reason why she should be with him, she obviously longed to be a mother and Noir couldn't even give her that, but he could. Homelander already had a son, that was his own flesh and blood, and that meant he could give her not only the chance to raise his son but also a child of their own. 

Over the past four months he saw...he saw that she was desperate, longing to be with him but she was too good of a person to say it. She was too kind to break Noir's heart. 

Had she told him this?          No.

But it was the small things like the way she smiled at him, the way she would tense up when he was near her and he hated seeing her cling to Noir to try and prove she was still in love with him.

Of course Homelander knew the backlash she would get if she were to break up with Noir to be with them, but that could easily be remedied, after all it was true love. 

He just needed to ease her into it, show her was she was missing, all the thing he could give to her. 

*-*-*

Walking up to the bakery Y/N pulled out the keys to the front door, just as she attempted to unlock it she hear a voice behind her. 

"Why hello." Homelander greeted standing, a bit too close, behind her causing her to drop the keys. 

Whipping around Y/N felt her body tense at the presence of the supe, after he has shown up to their home that night she demanded Noir tell her is she was in any danger from the leader of the seven after she couldn't shake the bad feeling she got from him. He told her that Homelander, much like himself, had more than a little blood on his hands but where as Noir's was from mission...Homelander's were from his free time. 

After that she was more on guard...which resulted in Homelander being pissed that the next time he went to monitor her, he found her hanging curtains that contained zink as well as repainting the house with the same substance.

Of course he blamed Noir, He must have known he was watching and made her do this.

There is no reason for her to want to hide from him, she loved it when he watched her, even if she didn't know.

"Homelander." Y/N replied putting a smile on while pushing against the door in order to create distanced. hearing a jingle pulled her attention away. 

"You dropped these." The little boy said holding out the keys towards her. Ryan, of course she new who the young boy was, everyone did. 

"Thank you." You smiled to him taking the keys from him. "So what bring to here?" She asked looking between the two males. 

"Well I told you I wanted to stop by four months ago." Homelander answers. "Plus I promised Ryan a nice day out so..." 

"Two birds, one stone." Y/N Stated a little relieved he didn't just come here to stalk her, he was out with his son. "Well sorry to say we  aren't open yet, it will be a while before I have anything to get you."  

"No?" Homelander asked.

"Made fresh everyday." Y/N informed. "I start prep and my team and I bake til closing." 

"Can we help with the prep?" Ryan asked looking past her and into the bakery. "And help you baking."

"That sound like a great idea Ryan." Homelander agrees placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "What do you say?" He asked almost daring her to deny his son. 

"I mean prep is pretty boring...I wouldn't want to hold up your father son day." Y/N rebuttals hoping it would change Ryan's mind. The two stood there looking at her expectedly as if ignoring her statement still waiting for an answer to Homelander's question. "But I would love the company and extra help." She relented seeing as she had no other choice. 

For the next few hours Ryan ran around grabbing thing Y/N said she needed as her employees funneled in, most if not all of them were immediately in shock and awe at the presence of the supe and his son. Yes Noir and others members of 'The Seven' had stopped by, taken a few pictures, kissed babies but this was Homelander. The fucking Homelander. 

By mid-day the bakery was pack with people who had seen the pics the employees posted and wanted a dessert made by by Ryan, who was walking around handing out orders with a chief hat on, or a picture with Homelander.

The internet was going wild.

Under one particular photo is where most of the comments lied. It was of Y/N and Ryan her arms around him as they both gripped a piping bag, icing blue onto a cupcake, Homelander stood just behind her looking over her shoulder, all with varying smiles on their faces. 

'They look like the perfect family.'

'omg! some girls have all the luck.'

'Isn't she dating Noir?'

       'Like honestly.....so what?'

'Ryan obviously loves her, they should date.'

'She is not good enough for him.'

         'Lol, jealous much?'

'look at how Homelander looks at them, as a man, I can tell he sees this as his perfect family.'

'He is in love with her!! No one can tell me different.'

'Their soulmates.'

            'Right person, wrong time.'

Entering his home with Ryan Homelander was more than content with how the day went. he had expected for Y/N to bond with Ryan but he had underestimated the power of social media and fangirls/fanboys in spreading his narrative that Y/N should be with him. 

"So how did you like hanging out at the bakery?" Homelander asked his son as they say down n the sofa.

"It was fun," Ryan replied. "Y/N was nice and the cupcakes were good."

"Y/N is nice...but you know why I took you there right?" He asked looking down at the boy who shook his head. "It's because Y/N is going to be apart of our lives very soon, she's gonna be your new mom." 

"New mom?" Ryan asked with a small frown.

"Now, no one can replace your real mom obviously." Homelander clarifies seeing Ryan's reaction. "but Y/N really want to be your mom, and live with us, make you happy and maybe even give you a sibling. Does that sound like something you would like?" 

Taking a few moments to think it over Homelander is overjoyed to see his son smiling at him while nodding his head. 

"I'd like that very much."

"Me too."

[theextraordinarygoblinqueen]

Welp, me, and the Ai started to talk about homelander, his actions, character, and just why is he this way.

[little-blog-of-horrors]

You ever watch interactions on your dash and just end up shipping ur friends ships so hard?

"Omg these boys are too cute!!"

I mean they're both killers but who cares, I ship it! ;3;

[starboye]

pairings: soldier boy x homelander x billy butcher x hughie campbell x male reader

request: Soldier Boy, Homelander, Butcher and Hughie get together to negotiate and you're their free use slut. Giving head under the table while real men talk, pulled away by one to relieve some tension, team tagged to help them bond... Maybe you're even wearing a chastity cage to ensure you behave

warnings: smut, oral sex, slight degrading, cursing, and something else idk

It was a little scary knowing that you were giving head to the most powerful man right now and if you messed up it could've costed your life but it was better that you didn't have to think when he was slamming his cock into your throat like it was a flesh light.

"hey stop hogging his mouth I want some" homelander says pulling you to his bare crotch by your hair before sinking you onto his raging boner, you had no idea what they were talking about and you didn't want to know what they're talking about as long as you got to suck their dicks "shit he's an eager one isn't he" homelander chuckles glaring down at you.

"can you stop focusing on getting your dick sucked and focus on the task at hand" soldier boy snaps "fine" he scoffs focusing back on the conversation above the table as you continue working on his hard on, you here them speak about some situation but you tune it out only focusing on making homelander cum, running your tongue along his slit and fondling his balls.

"fuck" homelander lowly curses as he balls his hands into fists and looks down into your watery eyes before cumming into your mouth with a shallow groan "good boy" he compliments moving you from in between his legs "my turn" you hear butcher pipe up lowering his pants enough for his dick to flop out "don't disappoint" butcher growls.

"yes sir" you nod obediently before sinking your mouth on his dick with a muffled gag that reverberates through him, "shit where did you get this one from" butcher chuckles "some random guy we found on the street" homelander say shrugging "think i might have to take him home" butcher mummers caressing you cheek "like hell you are" homlander says with red glowing eyes "try me" butcher threatens making his cock even harder.

"guys can we please just talk about the situation at hand" hughie says nervously "fine" they both agree calming down "speed it up sugar i think hughie might need some calming down" butcher says, you nod before sucking butchers cock with even more determination and taking it down the base making you gag a little.

as his tip repeatedly grazes the back of your throat he pulls out you mouth and sprays his cum all over your face "you look better like this" he smiles before pushing you hughies way, as you crawl towards hughie you can see him get more and more nervous, as you sit in between his legs he looks down at you with blushing cheeks and fidgeting hands.

"hughie let the nice man help you unwind" butcher says "o- okay" he gulps as his trembling hands fail to unbuckle his pants, you hold his hands before moving them away and doing it yourself and watching his dick fall out, his tip soaked with pre cum before he watches you swallow his cock with no gag as he dissolves into pleasure.

he covers his mouth to silence the moans that dare come out and interrupt the important meeting, he admires how you work miracles on his dick with no effort it feels so good he thinks he sees stars for a minute before returning back to earth as he feels his climax approach and next thing he knows he's cumming in your mouth, you pull off his cock and some of his cum drips down your chin, he moves his hand to wipe it off your chin and as he does you pull his finger into your mouth and lick the cum off his finger.

he watches you with lustful eyes "whats the matter you act like you've never gotten your dick sucked" butcher joke nudging him breaking him out his trance in your eyes "never like that" he shudders watching you move too soldiers boys dick "hey there darling" he says as you move between his legs "be quick okay" he said before you nodded and took his huge dick into your mouth struggling to even get to the base "relax your throat" he suggests seeing you struggle makes him smirk.

you pull off his cock to take a breather before going back to working on his dick, getting halfway and relaxing your throat to take him all in with a choked gag "yeah just like that good boy" he says in a hushed tone while patting your head "you want me to cum in your mouth" he asks, you nod "well be warned i cum a lot" he warns but you didn't care you just wanted to feels his cum flood you throat, after a few more seconds soldier boy pushes your head down on his dick and begins flooding your mouth with his cum.

you struggle to swallow every drop but with some degrading but sweet words from him you manage and get it all down with a big gulp "you're the first to ever get it all down" he says surprised "thank you sir" you say "homelander keep this one around i like him" he says watching you crawl back to homelander while admiring your ass jiggle "oh ill be sure too" homelander responds as you nuzzle up against his leg.

[deanoheartspie]

hi:) can you please do soldier boy x reader where reader is from Butcher's team and very shy and kinda afraid of soldier boy and one night when everyone is sleeping she is awake (in her fluffy pyjamas which soldier boy finds cute) and eating she realizes soldier boys shield is there and starts examining/touching it AND of course suddenly soldier boy is right behind her so she gets scared but he makes jokes etc so they start talking

Well aren't you cute

Pairing: Y/n fem! x Soldier boy

Warnings: none.

A/n: feel free to send me more asks! I hope I did well!

Y/n had been with Butcher for a few months, working along his side with a few others like Hughie. Butcher complained and cussed as he wondered how they'd possibly take down Homlander little did he know what was coming.

••••

Next thing Y/n knew she was sitting in a motel quietly watching the news when Butcher and Hughie walked in with no other than Soldier Boy... “Well well, what do we have here... A cute lady it seems” the man states with a teasing smirk, her ears red and she turns off the TV disappearing off to the bathroom to hide out.

The woman was never good at being around new people, it made her nervous and shy so sometimes she needed a moment to herself to ease the nerves. When she came out she was dressed in her favorite pink fluffy pajamas that kept her nice in warm in shitty motels such as this one.

Butcher and Hughie were nowhere in sight, they had sent her a text that they had separate motel rooms but that she was in charge of Soldier Boy. She didn't see the man around so she assumed he was tucked away in bed, so digging through her backpack she pulled some snacks out and watched TV. The sound of her bag rustling, chatter coming from the screen of people trying to guess the answers on a game show that was rigged when she heard footsteps behind her causing the woman to freeze.

“Seems like you know how to dress for a party” He snickered, looking her up and down in all honesty he found the pajama set fitting and overall cute since that was exactly what she was.

She blushed and pulled her hands out of the chip bag ripping her hands on some napkins, she didn't say a single word to him but she couldn't help but notice the shield proped up against the bed. “Woah...” the details on the shield were beautiful, she's never been this close to something like this before and honestly? It was pretty cool, it was quite heavier then she thought it would be.

“How did you carry this all the time?” she softly asks her eyes sparkling curiosity.

“Theres handle on the back of it sweetcheeks.” Ben lifts it up like it weighs nothing, which it most likely wasn't heavy at all for him.

As they night went on, the tv was still playing in the background as they both cuddled in the bed while she tried her hardest to explain technology to him, it was not going very well.

“This shit is stupid. Why make everything harder then it needs to be?” Ben huffed out trying to figure out how to work an iPhone.

“You can ask all the rich people that” she whispered with a slight shrug.

•••••

“Good night sweetcheeks.”

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed

Pairing: Homelander x Supe!Reader

Warnings: siblingxsibling implications, Homelander being such a narcissist that he falls in "love" with his own sibling, Homelander being a stalker, innocent reader, naive reader, Homelander being a basic menace, first time writing for this fandom, also experimenting a new writing style

Words: 5688

Summary: Along with the existence of Ryan, there was another secret being kept from Homelander that he manages to rip out of Vogelbaum's throat: he has a sister.

Part 2 Part 3

The house was quaint, way too fucking perfect in Homelander's opinion. Just like all the other mansions on the block. When he went back to Vogelbaum to find out the REAL truth about Becca, he'd forced Jonah to tell him anymore lies that were being kept from him. He hadn't anticipated there being a second secret: Homlander has a sister. Rare to be caught speechless, he leaves Vogelbaum's massive mansion. What else was Vought hiding from him? Not just Vought, but Madelyn as well. She'd lied to Homelander before. Now he'd take things into his own control.

From the slip of information Vogelbaum wheezed out , Homelander remembers the address. Stares at the numbers in front of the house that matches what Johan said. Architecture reeks of wealth. He didn't have to peek into the large bay windows to know that each corner dripped with elegance as was appropriate for a big time Vought executive. You were granted an entirely different life than what Homelander suffered from. Raised with loving parents who encouraged you to cultivate your powers in a positive way. Dinner was a sit down affair where everyone discussed highlights of the day. An authentic family unit. After discovering the truth of both you and Becca, he raided the archives for more information about her. Birth records, school reports, personal notes of progress from the adopted parents. Doted on. If only he had knowledge of you sooner. Homelander missed out on having a genuine bond to someone. A person he could truly call his own.

Superhuman eyes detect multiple people in the house. No worries. Once he presents himself, they won't deny him anything. Unless they want to end up like Stillwell and many others.

Insurmountable confidence has his gloved hand wrapping knuckles against the wood of the front door. He clasps his hands behind his back and waits. Scattering voices whisper amongst the other before feet lumber down several steps of stairs. A moment passes before the locks on the doors click open to reveal the stereotypcial dowdy housemaid. What a cliche.

Her eyes damn near pop out of her head, her mouth pulling into an ecstatic smile. Good, didn't look like there'd be much resistance. He didn't even get a chance to open his mouth before the maid pulls him in. "Oh she'll be SO delighted to see you Homlander! Please- wait here while I get her!" She frantically calls up the stairs, using the name he knew belonged to you, his sister. A sudden pang of warmth pleasantly grips him at the knowledge that you were already a fan of him. Maybe even admired Homelander. That makes him stand a bit taller.

At the top of the stairs, there you stood. You didn't believe in Diane when she told you the Homelander was at the front door. Even as you stare at him with your own striking cornflower blue eyes, your mind melts and you still don't believe what you see before you; that he's there in the flesh until his grin broadens. A brush stroke of awestruck sweeps across his expression.

Homelander found you absolutely perfect. And the smile that broke out on your own face took his breath away. An authentic smile of his own graces his facial muscles. You were a vision before him. Utter helplessness renders speech useless as he simply stares right into you. There must be a blush on your face, how could there not be one when he's staring so intently at you. He was bigger and better in real life. A wider range of emotions more available on his face opposed to the mask you saw him wear sometimes on screen. Stiff and uncomfortable. This one was even more appealing. His smile made his blue eyes crinkle with delight.

"Wow." You breathe out and feel Diane eagerly bounce behind you. "It's really you!" As fast as your mouth could go, you introduce yourself and Diane despite Homelander already knowing your name, birthdate and social security number. Whatever information he could get on you. Not even in his imagination could he truly conjure you up though.

Bringing him to the drawing room with a small tug on his gloved hands, you beam at him and say that your mom would be so excited to meet him. The light of your face makes his heart melt, something he long believed he didn't possess.

Seated already on a cream colored couch was your mom. She drops her cup and saucer, letting it shatter against the ground. Eyes incredulously wide but not with enthusiasm like you assume they'd be. Your grin drops a bit when you realize she's scared. Of what? Certainly not Homelander. Couldn't be. She'd been perfectly fine when you passed by the sitting room a few moments before heading upstairs.

Immediately the maid scrambles to clean up the mess, chirping apologies as she gathers the pieces up in her apron before scuttling away to dispose of the broken porcelain pieces.

"Homelander," your mom's voice came out as a squeak. "What a surprise to see you." She blinks out of nervousness.

"Thought I would treat Vought's wonderful executive crew with a surprise visit!" Businessman smile activated, Homelander goes on with some well rehearsed corporate bull crap spiel about how Vought appreciated all of their wonderful workers. He could practically lap at the fear emanating from your mom as she sat tightlipped against frilly decorative throw pillows. That could only mean she was in on the secret too and knew who you really were. Most importantly why he was there. She must have known that when he eventually found out, he would come.

Your mom's smile is frigid as her hand is clamped down on your forearm. "What an honor, thank you Homelander." You could tell she wanted him gone. With your own incredible olfactory receptors, you could smell her sweat too.

Hands behind his back in his usual resting stance, Homelander admits "I do have another reason for coming here too." Boots squeak as he takes just one simple step closer that has your mom's nails digging into you. It didn't hurt you but from her white knuckles she was definitely using all her strength. "A little bird told me you're special, like me."

Admittedly you beam with pride when he spoke of you being special like him. When your powers start to grow you were thrilled to find out that you had the exact powers that Homelander, the greatest superhero in the world!

Coyly and not wanting to come off as arrogant, you flutter your gaze down to your lap. "Well, I'm still nowhere near your league." Just to show off a little, you make your eyes sizzle red with heat vision that Homelander also possessed. His smile widens at your display of superability.

"How would you like to train at Vought with the Seven? You'll have the best of the best as your teachers."

He'd said it so easily you didn't take him seriously the first time. Blinking at him until it dawned on you. "R-Really?"

"Honey, this is all very sudden. Lets wait for your father to come home." She attempts to placate you but now all you can think about is the possibility of training alongside the rest of the Seven. Immediately you want to remind her that you were an adult and could take up this offer with or without your father's permission.

You don't have to because Homelander smoothly lies to her face. "Oh, no need to worry about that. Your husband already gave the go ahead!"

Her brows scrunch in a disbelieving frown. "He did?" She couldn't out right accuse the Homelander of lying.

"Of course! He was ecstatic at the opportunity his little girl would have." His tone is syrupy sweet. He couldn't show how annoyed he was with your mom. If he had informed the patriarch of your family, he doubts the man would have objected. Not to Homelander at least. They could go crying to Stand Edger for all he cared. Vought's CEO was just as powerless in stopping him once he has his mind set on something. Try as they might. Madelyn Stillwell came close to being able to manipulate him, but he'd melted her face off days prior so there was no use in Edger wielding her as a weapon.

Now you're the one clawing at your mom's arm. "Did you hear that! He said I could go! I gotta pack!" Hopping to your feet, in the blink of an eye you're dashing out of the living room and up the stairs before your mom could stutter out another word. It was just her and Homelander now with the occasional house help peeking into the living room to catch a glimpse of the glorious leader of the Seven. Visibly she swallows thickly, her eyes stare at Homelander with unrelenting fear.

"What? Did you really expect me not to find out?" Cheery smile not leaving his face, his voice reveals the sneer that he so wished to deliver to her. As it was he was keeping his voice down in case you had superhearing like he did.

The rims of her eyes glisten with unshed tears. She had to be the same age Madelyn was before he killed her. "I-I thought we had more time. Please don't take her. Please. You can come see her as much as you want. You have that right as her b-brother. But please- leave her with us." Practically gasping as she keeps her panic in control. Lines around her lips tremble. Homelander takes in her pathetic form.

"Tell me, do you love her?"

That makes her tears roll freely down her face. "I do. We do. She's a good girl. S-She wants to be a superhero, wants to protect people and use her powers for good. Please don't take her!"

Homelander snaps. "Quit your fucking blubbering."

Her mouth instantly zips shut, knowing what he did to Stillwell. Her husband had warned her early on about the real Homelander. He wasn't the perfect hero that the media painted him as. Even if you were upstairs, he wouldn't hesitate to come back and kill her. He's paused for a moment, listening to the pitter patter of your feet above. Happy that you were still busy and not paying attention to what was going on downstairs.

False saccharine face goes back up. "There's no reason for tears. You've done your job. Said so yourself that she's a good girl. She's a young adult though and doesn't need her mommy and daddy poking around in her business. Not to mention the big secret you and your husband are keeping from her."

Leaning over her, he sinisterly utters under his breath "She's coming with me. Now put a smile on your face and fucking wipe your goddamn eyes. You look disgusting. She's coming down the stairs."

Easily toting a giant backpack and two overstuffed duffle bags, you stride back into the living room. To Homelander's surprise, another duffle bag was floating behind you. Apparently you had telekinesis too. Your smile is so big that it was starting to hurt your face. This was the chance of a lifetime. You'd been getting bored stuck at home as of late.

Eagerly clenching the straps of your two duffle bags in your hands, you beam expectantly at your mom. "Sorry about dad not being here to see me off, but I'll see him around at Vought!" You go in to hug your stunned mom and promise to call her when you arrive at the tower.

Homelander is tickled pink by your enthusiasm and haul your bags out to the front porch. "Can you fly?"

You grin deviously and give your mom one last wave goodbye. Homelander takes the duffles out of your hands even though you were fully capable of carrying possibly even more luggage. What a gentleman. Something guys your age weren't.

He takes off first into the sky with you following, hot on his tail.

Never had you experienced this level of elation. You have someone to fly with! The feeling was the same for Homelander. He'd boost his speed and you caught up with him in seconds. Laughing the entire time. It makes him giddy and laughs along with you.

Twin flames.

Finally, Homelander was getting what he's wanted since he was a young boy.

You were a streak of gold as you zoom past him cheekily. For a moment he forgets that you're his sister. He's overwhelmed by the sudden warming in his chest that bleeds to his face as he watches you zip in the open air with your arms wide open to embrace the wind itself. To him you were beautiful in every single way. A perfect specimen. An outright desirous scream in his head confounds him. He didn't have a regular up bringing, but Homelander knew that this was not a common reaction to have with blood kin.

Expertly he tucks that thought away. He'd examine it later. Right now, he needed to focus on catching up with you.

He had to take the lead anyway since he was the only one who could find Vought Tower so high up in the sky and miles away. Below you, the city looks like a toy replica by how small it was as you follow Homelander's lead in the sky. You'd never seen anything quite like it. Where you'd lived was a quiet suburb. You didn't go to a public or private school but taught at home by the best instructors your parents could buy. They tend to keep you away from big cities, claiming your buddening powers as a liability if something bad were to happen. When they brought up things like that, it made you scared to even try using them. But watching Homelander's Vought produced movies gave you the courage to start playing with your abilities and push your limits; even if it meant that you subsequently knocked down the large tree in your backyard and landing it on the side of the house. That was the first time your dad had ever yelled at you.

From seeing it on the news many times, you notice the tall, silver column as Vought Tower. Homelander slows down as you had been too busy with sight seeing, but he didn't mind. He thought you were adorable, basically a little kid at Voughtland. So easily excited about everything new. That just reaffirms his suspicion that your parents had locked you up in an oppressive cage. Just like Becca did with Ryan. Really, Homelander was doing you a favor by setting you free and into his secure and guiding hands.

Both of you easily land on the roof of the tower, a door at the ready for them to enter the structure itself. You gaze out from the roof, enjoying the noise of the city and the pure energy that buzzed through it. That morning seemed so long ago. A basic start to your day, just like any other morning for the boring, safe life your parents smothered you with.

Your excitement makes your features glow, even blinding Homelander who couldn't keep his eyes off of you. You were utterly intriguing to him. An entirely different species. Both of you were so much alike yet due to your upbringing near solar opposites at the same time. Finally when you turn away from observing gaze and look to Homelander, he opens the door for you. In more ways than one. He takes you from the rooftop and into the thrum of the tower. You can't help staring at everything you walk by. All the while he goes on to promise you a room as soon as he could find-

"Ashley! There you are!" He calls out to a jumpy red head who looks both relieved and incredibly stressed out once she spots you next to him. Her lips smack against one another, flailing for useful words, her eyes round and staring at you. "We need to get a room set up for our new friend here." Homelander introduces you and you hold out a hand for Ashley to shake. Fumbling with her tablet, a sweaty hand weakly reaches out for a fast shake.

"Nice to meet you. Homelander, can I have a word with you?" Ashley hesitantly asks, forcing a fake smile and much like your mom had Ashley reeked of fear.

Homelander quickly catches your dampening smile and puts a hand on your shoulder to steer you past her. "Not now, Ashley. I have to show her around the rest of the tower. Especially the Seven's very own conference room." That brings the enthusiasm back onto your lips. While he can still hear Ashley's frantic voice trying to get him to come back he could care less. Besides, you didn't appear too affected by bumping into her, the prospect of seeing the Seven's personal conference room had you instantly forgetting the nervous red head.

A large window that spans from wall to wall has the perfect picture of the metropolis skyline in its massive frame. This felt like a perspective only the elite were privlidged enough to gaze from.

Focal point of the room though was the massive circular table, meticulously crafted with dark marble and metal. A symbol of the Seven's authority. It gleams liquid night. At the head of the table was one lone chair, away from the others. Homelander's chair. This is where he got to work every day with the greatest superheroes the country has to offer.

Watching you glide to his chair, Homelander smirks to himself. You catch it when you glance up at him with brilliant moon eyes. The brightness from the world outside casts a brilliant light around you. "I can't believe I'm in Homelander's seat!"

He chuckles and slowly trails over to you. His gloved fingers trail along the tops of the other chairs in a near gentle caress. "It suits you."

You avert your gaze from those fingers, suddenly feeling a flush crawl up your neck. "Is this really happening?" You incredulously peer at him. Your own hands glide along the table's surface. "This morning I was eating breakfast in our dining room, now I'm here with the greatest hero of all time." Brows scrunch together. Besides having powers, your life had been mundane. You'd never even been to Vought Tower where your dad had worked for a good thirty years. Things like this don't happen in a span of four hours. Insane. And it was all thanks to Homelander who saw potential in you.

"You'll get used to it. It's a lot at first." He acknowledged. Homelander wonders if Ashely has procured a room for you yet and has half the mind to call her until the conference room doors open. You throw yourself out of his chair, afraid how it would be perceived by his colleagues. Gasping when you find out it's Starlight and Queen Maeve. They appeared to be in a deep conversation. But once they register you and Homelander, whatever they'd been discussing becomes secondary. How could it not when you had similar characteristics with the man standing next to you. You weren't anyone they've met before. Nor were you a sponsoring celebrity or executive. So what were you doing there all of places?

"Impeccable timing!" He merely claps his hands together. "The two most perfect heroes to welcome you to the Tower." Starlight can't resist lookng at you with concern, wondering if you were in distress despite the smile plastered on your face. When there's no obvious sign of you being uncomfortable, Starlight strains to conjure the semblance of an easy going smile. Homelander told them that you were their new hero-in-training. Neither Queen Maeve or Starlight have ever heard of this position, it hadn't existed but once it leaves their leader's mouth, it might as well have been law. Maeve knew to tread carefully with her words.

Her own mask was honed after years of dealing with his psychopathy and Maeve dawned it on herself with ease. "Wonderful news." She turns to you, statuesque and beautiful. "Welcome. If Homelander speaks so highly of you, then I'm sure you'll find your footing around here."

"I'm excited to learn from both of you and I'll make sure not to get in the way." You promise which cracks a sympathetic smile from Starlight. From your appearance, Starlight deduces that you had to be a year or two younger than her and understood how it felt to abruptly be thrust into the life of the Seven.

Homelander clears his throat and offers you his arm. "Lets go see if Ashley's got that room ready for you. I'm sure you want to settle down."

Before leaving, Homelander sends both women a pointed glare over his shoulder as the doors close behind his red, white and blue cape.

Stunned, Starlight turns to Maeve knowing nothing good would come of this new installment of Vought. Neither had seen nor heard of you. You seemed relatively innocent and ignorant of the danger you were in so close to Homelander.

Maeve shrugs, indifference cloaking how she really felt. "Not our problem."

Starlight's eyes round in disbelief. "Sounds like its going to be a problem sooner or later. Something's up. He doesn't just show interest in random strangers. Even if they're supes too."

Chewing on the inside of her mouth, Maeve is aware of the terrible possibility that this could all end badly for you. Having Homelander's attention did more harm than good. If they wanted any chance of intervening, they'd have to be extremely careful. Homelander may be an egotistical man, but he wasn't a dumb man. He'd catch on immediately if either Starlight or Maeve slip in their investigation toward who you are.

"All we can do is keep an eye out for her and guide her." Maeve murmurs, worried that Homelander may still be listening. Such was the paranoia that she'd developed from all the years they worked together. It was upsetting that her relationship with HOmelander outlasts any other, even Elena. They'd known one another for years. The manner that Homelander hovered around you though was disconcerting. If intervention were needed, there was no way Homelander would let anyone near you.

Starlight grits down on her back molars as she moves around Maeve and out of the conference room. But she couldn't just keep an eye on you. Her feet take her to Ashley's office although her brain was reminding her that the VP of Hero Management would most likely not be there.

After finally hounding down Ashley, you're shown your new room in Vought with a promise from Homelander that you could redecorate it all if you like. All the while it's impossible to ignore the heavy smell of fear from her.

Homelander couldn't pretend not to notice either as his mouth, still holding onto a smile, becomes tight with force. "Thank you Ashley, that will be all."

For not being a supe, she gave A-Train a run for his money as Ashley booked it out of there in the blink of an eye.

"I'll make sure everything else is taken care of and given to you as soon as possible. For now though, relax. I'll put together a team dinner tonight so you can meet everyone else." The face he'd had with Ashley was washed away now replaced with genuine plesantaness.

You examine what was more than a simple room, this was a penthouse apartment. Bigger than the room you had back home with actual marble columns that stand proudly from floor to ceiling. A similar expansive window like that of the conference room greets the city outside with a glittery afternoon effect. Gold and amber filter the sky. Lost in the gleam of it all, you float around; eyes big in wonder. You lived in luxury before, but now your surroundings were damn near extravagant. This was an entire level up from your usual lifestyle.

Barely managing to breathe out an 'okay', you hear the front door open then close.

Still reeling, you place your backpack along with your other luggage at the foyer and let yourself wander. The call to your mom could wait. This moment was for you. You felt seen.

You would be a hero like Homelander. Maybe never as great as him, but some day you could achieve his caliber. This was really happening.

Homelander never imagined his day would have turned into something like this either. His miles hasn't left since leaving your room as he strolls through the halls to make sure your paperwork was properly handled. He felt like he was flying his entire way to the elevators yet his feet were firmly planted on the ground. There were so many things he wanted to do with you. So much he wanted to talk about.

But. . .

He couldn't let you know about the tie you had to him. More than you sharing powers. Blood connected the both of you. The only person (besides Ryan) who could boast that. It was something sacred to him. Of course nothing could remain pure when it came to Homelander. Because you were his sister that meant you were just as perfect as he was. Even more so since you had the added skill of telekinesis. The only person alive truly worthy of being with him. Thinking about his future had butterflies flapping their paper thin wings along the inside of his stomach. To take you the way he desired, Homelander had to make sure no one knew of your biological relationship. Public opinion would demonize him were the fact to get out. Initially he thought of keeping you locked up, but that was an unlikely scenario which would lead to you fighting against him. He wants you to be pliant and willing. That required trust to be developed along with Homelander worming his way into your brain and heart.

Hopefully the look he shot Starlight and Maeve on his way out was enough to prevent either of them in snooping around for information about you. This was his business that they should not meddle in. Particularly Starlight's intentions bothered him. She was a snake in the grass, proven it by aligning herself with Hughie and the rest of the Boys. He saw her being a problem in the future. That concerned look she'd had when her eyes fell upon you spelled trouble brewing.

The pep in his step dwindles thinking of it, jaw tightening. If Starlight found out you were siblings, it would put a wrench in the plans he was formulating. His long desired family unit was within reach. He could practically hear Ryan's laughter, see you chasing after the young boy as if he were your very own. How pretty you would look in summer clothes, waiting for Homelander to come home. The life of his dreams. The life Vought fabricated for his backstory could so easily become reality. He'd just been missing two important pieces. They were essential to this new life Homelander wished for.

There were no qualms over the idea of killing Starlight. Problems would be for Vought trying to cover it up. Not to mention the situation that would inevitably arise with Billy Butcher, especially now that he knew his wife was alive and raising the supe's son. Another encounter with him lay in wait. A headache he wasn't looking forward to dealing with. He just wanted to focus on you and Ryan.

Arriving at the gold plated elevator doors, he presses down on the button that would take him to floor 82, Mr. Edgar's floor. That was Mr. Edgar's kingdom which he ruled with an iron fist and ruthless attitude. When the two doors slide open, Ashley jumps back clearly startled by yet again running into him.

"I-I trust the room is to her liking?" Ashley's mouth twitches and morphs into what she must have thought passed off as a smile.

He stalks into the elevator forcing Ashley to seek refuge in the further most corner. Darkling tutting, Homelander waits for the doors to close before addressing the vice president who was charged with dealing with these self entitled heroes. "You're going to have to try a lot harder at pretending you're not scared. You stink of fear and if I can smell it, so could she."

Paling, her head rapidly nods in complete understanding all the while trying to relax her facial muscles into neutrality as well as taking a few deep breaths. If she didn't fix herself immediately. . . it brought back memories of Blindspot.

For a few seconds he watches her, specifically listening to her erratic heartbeat. At least she listened and didn't need to be told twice. Through her own sheer will, Ashley manages to calm herself enough to lower her pulse, not the easiest thing when her number one stressor was stuck in an elevator with her.

She reaches a hand up to her red hair and anxiously curls a lock of it around her finger instead, her only outlet that she'd be allowed.

"Good. You'll be coming with me to see Mr. Edgar." Homelander turns his blue eyes back up to the lit up floor numbers that were beginning to descend. With his attention away from her, Ashley stealthily rips out a few strands of her hair. The pain was soothing, aiding in faking her calm.

The air was suffocating with just the two of them. She thinks back to the phone call she'd received an hour before you and Homelander had arrived at the Tower. Stan Edgar personally warned her of what Homelander was doing. That he'd discovered not only a son but a sister too. Edgar, in the most polite way possible, instructed her not to get involved and just do whatever he told her to do. And absolutely no asking questions about you. Homelander was already pissed about so much being kept from him, best not to antagonize him further. Keeping him happy was top priority.

Unaware of the shit show that was unraveling, worker bees greet them with a smile once they arrive on the 82nd floor. A few even wave at Ashley.

Stan Edgar saw them coming the moment they stepped out of the elevator. Already he was on his feet and moving around his desk to greet them as his office door is opened. Homelander's hand poised at the back of Ashley's neck, he nudges her inside. Homelander motions for both of them to sit down as if it were his own office. His gaze doesn't waver, staring down an equally defiant Edgar. A normal human but he never squirmed in front of Homelander's penetrating stare. He'd commend the older man for his bravery. If only Ashley would take notes. She needed a better poker face if she's to make it in Vought Industries.

"You know why I'm here."

"Your sister and Ryan." Verifies Edgar. He'd prefer to stand but inch by inch sank himself down onto the cushion of his desk chair.

"Now, while Ryan may be under Becca's care, my sister is an adult and wishes to stay here. Train to be an elite hero. Like me. However," neither like the way he breathed out that single word "no one can know that we're related. People will scream nepotism and claim she's getting special treatment."

His reasoning was plausible but. . .

From a promotional point of view, a sibling duo would be a hit like the TNT Twins. The public would eat it up and show even more support for Vought in the polls.

"Oh, and her parents need to sign one of those NDA things. Can't have them flapping their mouth either." Tacking on as an after thought. You'd forget them soon enough. He'd just have to keep them away from you for the time being. They hovered over her too much for his liking. From the corner of his eye, he caught a quiver in Ashley's mask.

About to reprimand her, Edgar clears his throat and leans forward to allow his elbows to rest on the desk's surface." I understand. It will be done. But you do realize how difficult it would be to keep it under wraps considering the outstanding similarities. The powers, your eyes. People will start to ask questions."

"Let them ask away. As long as Vought says she's not my sister, then she's not my sister."

Why was he so intent on covering this one particular fact? Nepotism surely could explain it. Homelander's insistence of it concerns Edgar and Ashley who felt like he was planning something more nefarious for you. He was capable of any horrendous acts they could conjure. They were just as helpless when it came to him. Unable to defy his orders unless they desired him to burn holes into their faces as he did to Madelyn.

All of his whims taken care of, Homelander leaves them to start working on the welcome dinner with you and the rest of the Seven. He wants to show you off. He'd make sure you never wanted to leave him. Ensure that you continue to see him as all powerful and benevolent. The looks of admiration you'd shot him went straight to his head as well as other regions that were out of his control. Clear that you idolized America's favorite hero. Your parents raised you to believe that Vought was a company that cared about helping the public and that their heroes were there to protect and serve the general masses. No doubt in your mind that they were the good guys and the stuff on the media was simply baseless slander. What child would want to discover that their daddy was actually a bad guy working for the power hungry company and that supes were not in fact a gift from god. They were manmade. That knowledge would ruin your world.

Homelander would not allow that. You were his to protect now. His to blind and deafen to the world around them.

[bisexualhomelander]

I love death foreshadowing.

I love death foreshadowing.

Remember me in two years when we see Homlander blasted through the heart.

[deacons-cut]

Homelander stimboard pls 🥺🥺

Homlander stimboard <3 🇺🇸/✨/🇺🇸 ✨/🇺🇸/✨ 🇺🇸/✨/🇺🇸 This is the first one ive gotten for The Boys 😭 For Anon <3

[quacky-art]

Everyone else is having her middle age crisis for her and she is absolutely going to crush the hand of anyone who comments on her smile lines. That has been her fucking job ffs.

Her debut costume started off with a mini skirt, then it was removed when she turned 21 for a bikini type cut and longer boots. She hated it at first, got used to it. Now she hates that they are treating her like old meat.

Butcher fans follow me under the cut to help build girl Billy. (Mandatory) 👇

I wanted to post fem Homlander along fem butcher but honestly she's a bit harder to pin down so I am open to suggestions while I cook.

My first take was to go for a buffer woman, as she actually had to train her body to gain her strenght. My heart says yes let's go, but then again butcher isn't insanely big either and idk if it would be too obvious. so I am not 100% sure. I'm thinking same ugly edgy clothing but that can always change. What I will not give up is giving her gig naturals, salt and pepper hair, and a ring on her thumb. She is a raging lesbian in my heart and I won't take notes one that (I also want to give her curly hair but I am not sure on that either)

Ok bye

[ponyosmom35]

Meeting

Homelander x original female character

synopsis: Lydia snaps and loses control. When Homlander is sent to investigate he's surprised to see a girl, he's even more surprised by the need he felt to take care of her.

warnings: TW CHILD ABUSE, cursing, death, fire, loss, blood, gore, angst

link to master list: https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

"Lydia, let's go," calls the voice of her little sister Riley as she runs through the forest, stopping to look back at Lydia who was lagging behind.

Lydia smiles and jogs slightly to catch up. She wraps her arm around Riley's shoulder and walks with her, listening as she recounts her last day of 8th grade. "So, how does it feel to be a high schooler officially?"

"I don't know," Riley shrugs. "I feel the same."

"I'm sure it'll be different once you start school in the fall," Lydia muses.

"No, I don't even want to think about that!" Riley responds loudly, feigning disgust.

Lydia rolls her eyes as they enter the familiar clearing in the woods where they spent most of their afternoons. They had stumbled upon it once while walking home from school and declared it their 'special place.' Lydia had even carved their names into the rock at the center of the clearing.

The woods had become a safe space for the two siblings. They knew that the longer they stayed away from home, the safer they would be. By now, their father had been drinking since 2 PM after he got off work. If they managed to stay away from the house for another two hours, he should be knocked out on the couch, bottle of scotch in hand.

Lydia watches as Riley sets her things down and continues to ramble while pulling out her notepad. The older sister sighs in exhaustion. She had been working all day at her local grocery store and barely made the bus. She ended up being twenty minutes late to pick up Riley, and her head was pounding from lack of food and fatigue. Lydia wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed, but she needed to make sure Riley got her homework done before they went home. Then she would have to make dinner (if they had any food) and sleep for 1.5 hours before heading to her second job at the diner a few blocks away from their trailer.

This had been her life for the past two years. After she graduated high school, she knew that college was completely out of the question. She couldn't leave Riley alone to deal with their father. Jordan Jones was a bastard, known around town as the drunk who hadn't been sober a day in his life. Jordan was bearable when Lydia was young, back when her mother was still around, things were fine. However, the summer before her first year of middle school, her mother left and never came back. Jordan changed after that, drinking his life away and spending nearly all their money on alcohol, night after night. He became violent, taking his anger out on the two girls who reminded him far too much of their mother. Some nights he would be waiting for them, belt in hand. Others, he would ignore their existence until they made a noise too loud, then it would be war. Lydia was 12 when it started, Riley just 6. At the age of 12, Lydia Jones was forced to grow up overnight. She became Riley's sole caretaker, doing whatever she could to give her younger sister a semi-normal childhood.

But it all changed on a particularly cold winter night. Jordan Jones returned home to find the girls huddled together, trying to stay warm. He had been surprisingly calm as he entered the room. He bent down in front of Lydia, and she noticed a needle in his hand. Her eyes widened as he gripped her body. She begged him to let her go, but it was too late; he shoved the mysterious blue liquid-filled needle into her arm. Lydia blacked out after that. She didn't awaken for three days, only finding out later that she had been running a fever, her body hot to the touch. She felt as though her skin was melting off. She spent the night clawing at it, trying to rid herself of the intense burning sensation. Three days had passed before she began to feel normal once more. It had been an agonizing 72 hours, many times where she wished to be dead. It was only then that she found the paperwork on her father's dresser. He had injected her with some drug called 'Compound V' in order to receive a sizable amount of money. Her eyes read through the potential side effects, and her stomach churned. She moved into the kitchen, noticing the brand-new bottles of alcohol placed around, and her eyes filled with tears. He had signed her life away without a second thought, all for more liquor.

Her powers began to manifest in little ways at first. Whenever she walked into a room, the temperature would rise. She made chicken nuggets for her sister and accidentally brushed against the hot pan, but her skin did not blister and burn; it remained pure and clear. As the winter months passed, Lydia felt the heat of the sun on her face, and she felt stronger than ever, like she was untouchable. It was the summer before seventh grade, at the age of 13, that she discovered what the drug had done to her after she set her hairbrush on fire.

Never once did her father discuss what he had done to her. She doubted he even knew she had changed. He had seen a way to make money and signed his name, without bothering to wonder why Vought would be paying to test a drug on children. She decided then and there she had to keep it a secret. She was a supe, just like The Seven. But she knew that she could never be one of them; she wasn't cut out to be a real hero, she wasn't brave like Queen Maeve, or strong like Homelander. She was a nobody, and she knew that protecting her secret was the best way to keep her sister safe until she could get them both far away from her father.

Now, seven years later, Lydia learned she was capable of a lot more than just setting things on fire. She had been practicing during the few hours she had after work. Her sister watched her in awe as Lydia absorbed the light from the sun and created a ball of fire in her hands. She glanced over at Riley's face, smiling at her larger-than-life smile.

"Work on your homework," she said before allowing the fire to expand between her fingers.

"How could I? You're playing with fire," Riley giggled.

"Now, Ry," she warned.

Riley grumbled under her breath, and Lydia rolled her eyes. She turned her focus back on the fire and manipulated it, spinning the dancing flames around her in a large circle. She noticed her younger sister's gaze still on her and sighed, knowing that she would never do her homework while Lydia tried to practice. She dimmed the flames and put them out completely before moving over to her sister and leaning against the rock.

"What do we have today?"

"Okay, so for this assignment I have to write about my hero and why I chose them."

"That's cool. Who'd you pick? Let me guess, Queen Maeve?" Lydia asked.

"Nope."

"A-Train?"

"No."

"Black Noir?"

Riley laughed. "No!"

"Jesus, is it Homelander?"

"He's your favorite, not mine."

"Okay, so tell me who it is," Lydia asked, crossing her arms.

"I chose you," Riley said earnestly.

Lydia stared at her in shock as her throat tightened. She fought tears as she smiled warmly. Lydia wrapped her arm around her sister's shoulder and kissed her head gently. "You did?"

"Yeah, I mean I was gonna choose Queen Maeve but I thought about it and realized that she's never done anything for me. You take care of me, you keep me safe, not Maeve or Homelander or anyone else."

"I'll always keep you safe, Ry. That's my job," Lydia said gently. "Thank you for choosing me."

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The next few hours flew by quickly. The sun had set long ago, and the sisters walked side by side on the long gravel road that led to their dilapidated mobile home. As they got closer, they could see a figure on the porch. It was their father, bottle in hand, seemingly waiting for them. They paused, and Lydia pushed Riley behind her as he stood, walking over to them.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded.

"I got off work late and missed the bus," Lydia lied easily.

"Bullshit," he snapped, causing both girls to flinch.

Jordan gritted his teeth and walked closer to the girls, his eyes glazed over as he practically shook with rage. He gripped Lydia's arm and pulled her closer as he glared down at her, the scent of alcohol strong enough to make her want to gag.

"I called your boss. She said you got off at 3, so where the fuck were you?" he demanded.

"The—the forest, Dad," she said in a small voice.

"Speak up! I can't fucking hear you when you mumble!" he screamed.

"The forest!" she responded.

Jordan released her arm and punched her square in the face, knocking her to the ground instantly as she held her cheek. Lydia didn't stop the tears that fell down her cheeks as she whimpered in pain. Jordan rushed over to her, gripping her hair and pulling her up to her feet. She screamed in pain, and he slapped her once more.

"How many fucking times have I told you to come straight home?" he roared, spitting in her face. "Jesus fuck, how many times?"

"I don't know, Dad!" she cried.

"Fucking dumb bitch, you don't listen."

Another punch sent her to the ground, her head smashing against a rock. Lydia's body fell limp as she passed out. After nearly a minute, she began to come back to. The faint sound of yelling woke her up, and she blinked her eyes open. She brought a hand up to her forehead, feeling the sticky blood dripping down her face as her head pounded. She sits up, trying to breathe through the pain when a familiar scream causes her head to shoot up. Her eyes search frantically for Riley. She spots her father dragging her towards the steps of the house as she screams for help, and Lydia pushes herself to stand, ignoring how dizzy she was.

Lydia rushes over to them and pulls her dad’s arm back, his skin burning at the touch. He wails loudly, his grip on Riley dropping as he whips around to face her. He looks down at his burned skin and back to her. His eyes widen as he takes a step back. Lydia’s eyes were glowing orange, and her hand was encapsulated by blue flames.

“What the fuck?” he says in shock, holding his hand to his chest.

“You don’t fucking touch her,” she grits.

“What the- how is this- you fucking burned me!” her father spits out.

“Come here, Riley,” she says, ignoring her father.

“No, you stay back!” he demands, pushing them to the door. “You’re a fucking monster!”

Lydia scoffs and stares at him in amusement, all of her fear that she’d held onto for so long pushed away as she finally had the power. Now he was the one who should be scared.

“You did this to me!” she smirks. “You injected me with Compound V for money and gave me this power.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did,” she nods, smirking as she steps closer to him. “Do you have any idea what I can do?”

The man stares at her in horror as she holds her other hand up, flames dancing around her skin majestically. The fabric of her shirt burned, leaving her in her tank top as her arms hold the fire.

“I could fucking burn you to death,” she spits.

“Help! Please, someone help me!” he calls out to their neighbors.

“Nobody can help you, Dad. Right now, it’s just you and me,” she says.

“Stop this, Lydia!” he shouts.

“Why? Did you ever stop when I begged you? When I was unconscious because you pushed me down the steps? When you broke my arm? When you beat me with your belt until I passed out?” she yells.

“Fuck,” he begins to panic as he holds his hands up.

“Lydia!” Riley’s voice calls out.

Her eyes snap to her sister’s, wide with fear. She takes a breath and closes her eyes, allowing the flames to simmer slightly, her eyes returning to their normal color.

“You have to stop this,” her sister begs.

“No, I’m done being scared of him, Riley! It’s time for him to pay for his sins.”

“That’s not up to you to decide!” Riley shouts. “Then you’re just like him!”

“She’s right, Lydia. You can’t hurt me. You don’t have it in you! You’ve always been weak!” her father taunts as sirens echo through the woods. One of the neighbors must’ve called the police.

“Shut the fuck up,” she growls.

“If you hurt me, then you’ll hurt Riley. Is that really something you wanna do?” he asks.

“Lydia Jones, put your hands in the air!” a voice screams as several police officers approach, surrounding her instantly.

“He doesn’t get to get away with this!” she yells as tears stream down her face, the rage inside of her growing by the second.

“He won’t! But you have to let us help you!”

Lydia whips around, staring at the man in anger. “Help me? How are you gonna help me? I’ve spent years walking into school with bruises. How many visits to the hospital with broken bones and stitches? Now you wanna fucking help me?”

“Lydia-”

“No, this is justice,” she says as she lights her hands on fire once again. Loud gasps and curses ring through the police as they point their guns at her.

“Drop your hands right now before we shoot!”

“Fuck you!” she yells before turning back to her father.

In the blink of an eye, several shots ring out. Searing pain in her abdomen causes her to fall to the ground. She screams in pain as her ears ring. She can barely see rough hands on her skin flip her over, putting handcuffs on one of her hands. She holds her head up to see Riley, her body crumpled on the ground. Her heart stops as the officers surround her. One of them moves out of the way, holding his hand to his mouth as he steps back, running his hands over his head. She stares at her sister, six gunshots embedded in her body. Her blood spilled onto the porch rapidly. Her beautiful blue eyes stared directly at her, yet devoid of life.

“She’s dead!”

“Riley!” she screams in horror.

“Help me sedate her!” the officer holding her yells as she begins to fight against him.

Before the officer could cuff her other hand, she flips around and grips onto his hand, burning him instantly. He howls in pain and crumples to the ground beside her. Lydia grunts in pain and pushes to her feet. The other officers swarm her, and she lifts her hand, sending a gust of fire at them. In an instant, they’re laying on the ground several feet away. She falls to the ground as the searing pain was immediate and overwhelming, as if a white-hot poker had been driven through flesh and bone. Blood poured from the wound, pulsing with each heartbeat, while the area around the injury throbbed with a deep, relentless ache. The skin felt raw and burning, and every slight movement sent jolts of agony radiating through the body. The sharp, stinging sensation was accompanied by a nauseating sense of weakness and dizziness. She grunts in pain and crawls up the porch steps, making it to her sister.

She gasps in horror and gently touches her cheek as tears fall down her cheeks. “Riley, wake up.”

She waits several seconds before dropping her head as sobs wrack through her body. “Please, Ry, don’t do this.”

“She’s dead, Lydia,” her father’s emotionless voice says. “She’s dead because of you.”

Lydia looks up at him, all of the pain and rage taking over her body in an instant. She rises to her feet and slams a burning hand on his shoulder, pulling him to his knees as he cries in agony. She places her hands on his face, watching the skin burn and melt before her eyes. His blood-curdling screams echo through the woods. She digs her fingertips into his eye sockets and burns his eyes right out of his face. His loud screaming ceases after several moments as his entire body lights in flames. The smell of burning flesh hits her nose as his body rolls down the porch steps.

Lydia looks down at her dead little sister’s face and brushes the hair out of her face. The tears in her eyes sizzle away as the fire takes over her body. In that moment, Lydia Jones channeled every memory, every punch, kick, broken bone, and sleepless night into her heart. The fury in her blood fueled the fire. Her eyes stuck on Riley’s face, as heatwaves blast through the air, growing stronger by the second. Lydia stares up at the sun as it set, the power flowing directly into her. She falls to the ground, screaming, her body releasing all its anguish in a single moment.

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“Jesus Christ,” Maeve gasps as she steps out of the car, surveying the scorched earth that had lasted for ten miles leading up to the town. Nothing but ash remained of the small town, not a soul, nor a building to be seen. She looks over at Homelander, who holds his hands behind his back as he takes in the destruction.

“This used to be a forest?” Maeve asks.

“Yep,” he responds. “Whatever caused this took out the entire town and everything in it.”

“Fuck,” Maeve curses.

“I’ll canvas the area,” he says before blasting into the sky.

Homelander soars over the wreckage in search of ground zero. If he could find where the blast occurred, he might be able to find what caused it. He searches for several minutes before coming up to a massive hole in the ground. The area is surrounded by flames. He is barely able to make out a woman curled up in the center of it all. He frowns and lands on the ground, the wind extinguishing the fire instantly. He moves over to the hole and tilts his head, staring at the girl who had her arms wrapped around her legs, as she stares off into space. Her completely naked skin danced with blue flames. She was covered in blood, dirt, and ash.

“Miss?” he asks.

As if being snapped out of whatever trance she was in, the girl looks up at him, and her eyes widen in shock. She looks around in confusion and covers her chest. “Homelander?”

Homelander's eyes widen in surprise when the woman looks up at him, recognition in her gaze. He quickly composes himself, his expression shifting back to his usual cool demeanor. Even in the midst of all the destruction, he can't help but be struck by her beauty, the way her body is painted with blue flames and the way she looks up at him with those wide eyes.

"Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?"

“What’s going on?” she asks, clearly still in shock.

He steps closer, his eyes raking over her form as he takes in her battered and injured state. He kneels down beside her, ignoring the way the flames around her dance and flicker.

"We're not sure yet," he answers, his voice low and steady. "There was

"We're not sure yet," he answers, his voice low and steady. "There was some sort of explosion or something that destroyed this town and everything in its path."

“What?” she asks, holding her hands to her head. The flames on her skin extinguish, and she shakes her head several times as tears fall down her cheeks.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Lydia.”

“Lydia, I’m Homelander, and I’m here to help you. But first, I need you to tell me what happened here.”

“I did this.” 

His eyebrows rise in surprise at her confession, his eyes narrowing as he studies her. He doesn't respond right away, instead taking a moment to soak in the information.

"You... did this?" he asks, his voice incredulous. "You caused all this destruction?"

“I’m a monster,” she sobs.

He kneels down in front of her, his gaze softening slightly as he takes in her distress. He reaches out, his hand hovering over her shoulder but not quite touching her. Then, he wraps his cape around her naked body, and she clutches onto it.

"You're not a monster," he says softly. "Just tell me what happened. What made you do this?"

“My... my dad, he hurt me, and the police—they came, and fuck,” she says, beginning to hyperventilate, “they killed my sister.”

His expression darkens as he listens to her words, his jaw clenching in anger at the thought of her being hurt and her sister being killed. He moves closer to her, his hand coming to rest gently on her shoulder, offering what little comfort he can.

"It's alright," he says, his voice low and steady. "Take deep breaths. You need to calm down."

“I just snapped. I didn’t know what I was doing!” she says breathlessly, closing her eyes and holding onto her head. “I’m a monster.”

He continues to hold onto her shoulder, his grip gentle but firm. He speaks softly, his tone both reassuring and commanding.

"No, you're not a monster. You're just a girl who was pushed too far. It's not your fault you lost control. You didn't know what you were doing."

He falls silent, studying her closely, his thoughts racing. He can see her pain and guilt, the way it's tearing her apart. Something about her just makes him want to comfort her, to protect her.

She looks up at him with wide, teary eyes.

He looks into her eyes, his expression softening further. There's something about her that just pulls at his heartstrings, and he can't quite explain it. He moves his hand from her shoulder, gently brushing away a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

"Shh," he says, his voice still gentle but firm. "It's alright. You're alright. I'm here."

“Kill me,” she whispers. “I deserve to die for what I’ve done.”

His eyes widen in shock at her words. He grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him, his expression a mix of anger and concern.

"Don't say that," he says, his voice sharp and demanding. "You don't deserve to die. You made a mistake, but it doesn't define you."

“How can you say that? Look at what I’ve done!” she says. “I’m alone. I have nobody!”

He clenches his jaw, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. He can see the pain and despair in her eyes, and a part of him aches to take it all away. He doesn't back down, his voice firm and unwavering.

"You're not alone," he says, his voice softer now. "You have me."

She looks up at him again in shock.

He looks back at her, his expression softened slightly. He can see the surprise in her eyes, like she didn't expect him to disagree with her. He lets go of her chin, but his hand remains on her shoulder, offering comfort.

"You're not a monster," he repeats. "You're just a girl who's been through hell. You don't deserve to die; you deserve a chance to make things right."

“How?”

He pauses for a moment, his hand still on her shoulder, his gaze fixed on hers. He contemplates her question, his mind racing as he tries to come up with an answer that will provide her some modicum of comfort and reassurance. He takes a deep breath, his voice steady as he responds.

"You've got powers," he says. "Powers you don't fully understand or control. But that doesn't make you a monster. It just makes you dangerous. And danger can be harnessed and channeled."

“I don’t understand. You’re not taking me to jail?” she asks.

His lips curve into a wry smile at her question. The thought of taking her to jail hadn't even crossed his mind. He could feel the power radiating off her, the raw energy that she possessed. And the more he looked at her, the more he wanted to keep her close.

"No," he answers. "I'm not taking you to jail. You need help, not punishment."

“Why are you doing this for me?”

He pauses for a moment, his hand still resting on her shoulder. He looks at her intently, his expression serious as he contemplates his answer. He wasn't sure why he was doing this for her, why he was offering her comfort and protection. It was just a feeling deep in his gut, something that he couldn't ignore. He takes a deep breath and answers.

“I can't just leave you here to fend for yourself. You need help, and I want to help you."

His gaze falls to her head, his eyes narrowing when he notices the blood and the bruise on her cheek. Concern flashes in his eyes as he steps closer, gently lifting her chin to get a better look. He runs his thumb over the bruise, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size and power.

"You're hurt," he says, his voice gravelly as he examines the wound. "You need to be checked out."

“I’m fine,” she says, gripping the cape and holding it to make sure her body is covered as she attempts to stand. She grunts in pain and falls back down, her hand falling to her abdomen.

Without hesitating, he moves closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her gently to her feet. He steadies her, keeping a firm grip on her as he feels how soft, curvy, and fragile she is in comparison to him. He looks down at her abdomen, noticing the way her hand moves to it, and he frowns in concern at the pain he sees etched onto her face.

"You're not fine," he says, his voice firm and commanding. "You're hurt. Let me look at it."

“Sir—” she wants to stop him, embarrassed that she is naked in front of him, but he keeps his gaze strictly on the wound.

He ignores her protest, his focus solely on the wound on her abdomen. His movements are gentle yet firm as he carefully untangles his cape from her grasp, giving him a better view of the injury. He doesn't look at her naked body, his gaze fixed solely on the wound and the surrounding area.

"Hold still," he instructs, his voice gruff but gentle. "Let me see how badly you're hurt."

“I was shot,” she admits.

His eyes widen slightly at her admission, anger and concern flashing in his gaze. He looks more closely at the wound, his hands gently moving her body to get a better view. He can see the signs of a bullet wound, and his jaw clenches in anger at the thought of someone hurting her.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, his voice tight as he surveys the injury. "You would have bled out if I hadn't found you."

“Because I deserve it,” she says as her head spins. She grips onto his bicep for support as she whimpers in pain.

He looks into her eyes, his expression hardening at her words. He shakes his head, both in disbelief and determination.

"No, you don't," he says, his voice firm. "You don't deserve to be hurt or to be left here to suffer."

He gently sweeps her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. His grip is firm but careful, and he makes sure to support her injured abdomen as he lifts her.

"I'm not going to leave you," he says, his voice unwavering. "I'm going to take care of you. You're not alone anymore."

He feels her body go limp in his arms, and urgency fills him. He holds her tighter, his heart racing as he looks down at her. He can see her eyes roll back in her head, and he knows he needs to act fast.

"Hey," he says, his voice stern yet laced with concern. "Stay with me. Talk to me. Don't pass out on me, you hear me?"

He holds her tightly in his arms as he flies towards the hospital, his mind racing with worry and determination. He can feel her body growing weaker in his arms, and he's desperate to find medical help for her.

When he lands, he sees Maeve waiting for him, her expression concerned. He strides towards her, keeping the girl securely in his arms as he speaks quickly.

"She was shot," he says to Maeve. "She's losing too much blood. We need to get her inside, now."

“If she dies, you all die,” he warns as he sets her on the bed. He makes sure to keep her covered in his cape to prevent any of the men from looking at her body.

He looms over the doctors, his presence intimidating as they scramble to perform surgery on the girl. His eyes never leave the operating room, watching intently as they begin to work on her. He can feel the tension in the air, the fear and anxiety oozing off the doctors. He’s tense, his mind racing with worry and determination. He had never felt this protective over someone before, yet with this girl he just couldn't help himself. He's invested in her survival, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she pulls through.

“It was her, wasn’t it?” Maeve asks as she walks in, crossing her arms.

He looks over at Maeve, his gaze still focused on the operating room. He nods once, his expression serious as he responds. “Yes,” he says, his voice low and steady. “It was her. She did this.”

“I’ve never seen power like that before. She leveled ten miles of land and incinerated 6,000 people,” Maeve says.

He looks back at the operating room, the reality of her powers sinking in. He had seen the destruction she caused, the sheer scale of it all, and he had no doubt that she was capable of so much more. “I know,” he says, his voice gruff. “I saw the damage she caused. It's unlike anything I've ever seen before. The potential she has…”

“No,” Maeve says. “You can’t actually be considering bringing her back with us?”

He looks at Maeve, his gaze intense. He can sense her disapproval, her concern at the idea of bringing the girl back with them. But his mind is made up. “I am,” he says firmly, his voice steady and resolute. “She needs help. She's powerful beyond belief, and she needs someone to guide her. I can't just leave her here.”

“Since when do you care about others? You don’t know this girl, why would you want a liability with us at Vought? What happens when she does this again?”

He bites back a growl, his irritation rising at Maeve's challenge. He turns to face her, his expression hard as he responds. “She's different,” he says, his voice edged with impatience. “She's powerful and dangerous. And as for the liability, I'll make sure she doesn't do anything like this again. I'll make sure she stays under control.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

He glares at her, his eyes narrow as he contemplates her question. He's not used to being questioned like this, but he knows he needs to answer her, needs to convince her that he has a plan. “I'll train her,” he says, his voice confident yet firm. “I'll teach her how to control her powers, how to channel them instead of letting them control her. I'll be the one who guides her, mentors her. She won't be a liability, she'll be an asset.”

Maeve laughs and crosses her arms. He clenches his jaw, irritation bleeding into his voice as he shoots Maeve a sharp glare. “What's so funny?” he snaps.

“You met the girl two hours ago and you’ve already made your claim,” she smirks.

He grits his teeth, his irritation rising at her cocky attitude. But he knows he can't afford to let his emotions get the better of him, not here, not now. “Yes, I met her,” he says, his voice strained. “And yes, I've made my claim. She's under my protection, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she's safe and in control of her powers. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Yeah, I’m sure you will do whatever it takes,” Maeve smiles. “She’s pretty. Guess you have a thing for redheads.”

He bristles at her comment, his irritation growing as he glares at her. But he can't deny the pang of truth in her words. There was something about this girl, something that drew him to her. Maybe it was her red hair, maybe it was the fire in her eyes. But whatever it was, he wasn’t willing to admit it, not to her anyway. “Watch your mouth,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous. “This isn't about that.”

“Okay, good. Guess Deep will have a shot then. God knows he’ll be obsessed with her.”

His eyes narrow in anger at the mention of the Deep. The thought of the octopus lover ogling the girl sent a wave of possessiveness through him. He clenches his jaw, struggling to keep his anger in check. “Deep will stay away from her,” he growls. “He won't touch her, he won’t even look at her.”

Maeve smiles at him and places a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s a good look on you—caring about someone.”

He feels her hand on his shoulder, his irritation fading slightly at her words. He can tell there's a hint of genuine concern in her voice, and it catches him off guard. He takes a deep breath, trying to reign in his emotions. “Don't get used to it,” he mutters, avoiding eye contact with her. “I'm just...concerned for her well-being, that's all.”

“Right, of course,” Maeve smiles. “So what’s mystery girl’s name?”

“Lydia,” he smiles to himself.

[chososdiscordkitten]

my brother and I have this hc that gojo was taken away from his parents at a very young age so he could ykno- focus on being the strongest, whatever. I hc him to have mommy issues. Fucked up comparison but like homlander? u know how he didn't grow up with a mom so he drank that one lady's milk nd tried (not very well) to make sure his kid has a mom nd a dad? so imagine if gojo was to- yeah I need to stop talking.

This all circles back to Gojo being a pregnancy/breeding kink fan. esp with nursing? how comforting he'd find it to feel the warmth he doesn't even remember tasting in his child ho- yup. time to go to sleep. im delirious.

anyway. nursing handjob w/ gojo fic in the works :)

(im 3k words in. brace.)

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 27

starring: homelander x male reader

request: sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.

warnings: smut, degradation, cursing, dub-con kinda, ass slapping, hair pulling, breeding kink, breathe play sorta, ass eating, fingering, rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex

being the strongest of the supes was a feat that you never lived down when it came to homelander, your looks were as everyone else would put it 'girly' but can they really say anything when you're more powerful the seven combined and shall we add better looking.

this was especially infuriating to homlander who always had the thought of you being better than him in the back of his head constantly,no one ever took him seriously with threats because they knew you were strong enough to kick his ass.

so what better way to resolve an issue than to show up at your apartment, he knocks at the door "who is it" you yell seemingly running to open the door "homelander" he sternly speaks "you know the rules john, no superhero name in my place" you say letting him in, once more like you always do you shoot him down.

whether that be during missions when you nab the bad guy just when he was about to or talk down on him on minuscule things, it made his blood boil with hatred for you "shoes off at the front door" you add walking back to your room, john silently mocking the way you said it before walking into your room.

he wasn't really shocked when he saw you trying on skirts, it's what you usually wore when not in your superhero suit but what did surprise him is when you try on the most dainty skirts that leave little to nothing to imagination, your ass pretty much spilling out of the bottom.

"what did you want" you ask turning around to look at him, he wasn't all there his mind flooding with what he wanted to do to you and being the psycho he is he acts on those thoughts, bending you over on your bed and ripping off you underwear but leaving the pretty skirt, he spits on his fingers and shove them in you, fingering you open to take his cock.

what first was strained grunts trying to break free from him are now turning into desperate moans loving the way his slender fingers fuck you "who would've thought the sevens strongest member could be so slutty" john teases you shoving his fingers deeper in your tight warmth.

"fuck you john" you say back before dropping your face into the bed and moaning out loudly, homelander slowly pulls his fingers out, strands of saliva following with it as he brings it to his mouth as sucks it off, just when you though he was done he pushes you back into the bed and leans down to your ass, his tongue invading it quickly.

he starts eating you out like a sundae, tongue prodding at every part of your gummy walls, you loved it to, your hands reaching out to grab a pillow and bring it to your face to let out all your dirty sounds, moans and whimper and all of it, john lays a harsh smack on your ass to get those pretty little sounds out again and it works, eliciting broken whines out of you more and more.

he moves from eating you out to nipping his teeth at your ass, sucking at it, or just slapping it continuously, by the end of it you ass is ruined in hickeys and bruises, some teeth marks here and there, he stands up and lowers his pants and underwear "don't worry i'll be done soon" he leans down to whisper in your ear, kissing you neck before leaning back up to then push his cock into you.

that big fucker was splitting your hole in two with how big he was, you were struggling to even choke back moans, john seeing you gives all your moans and sounds to the pillow angered him a little, snatching it from your arms to throw it off to the side and restraining your hands behind your back with his tough grip.

"go ahead moan my name like a fucking slut y/n" he pulls your head up from the bed by your hair to look at you, he was fucking into you so hard you couldn't even answer him let alone breath, your eyes flickering shut but john gets you back awake.

"hey look at me, look at me, this ass is all mine right, ill fuck it whenever and wherever right" he questions, his grips tight on your chin "mhm yes sir im... all yours to ruin" you croak feeling the wind get knocked out of your lungs with every thrust into your hole "m'gonna fill you up nice and good with my cum, hell maybe you can give me a new kid" he chuckle darkly, hand wrapping around your throat to keep you right up next to his face.

while his other hand keeps your ass in place with a firm grip on your hip, after the heavy fucking he cums in you, filling out your stomach to almost bursting, even after a minute or so you could still feel him cumming in you before he finally pulled out of your sloppy hole with a heavy and drawled out groan, releasing you from his dangerously tight grip.

"now who's the stronger supe" he asks lifting your weak head up to look at him "you sir" you weakly say "speak up" he orders "you homelander" you restate with little to no confidence left in you, at this point you were going to be nothing but his bitch.

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[deanoheartspie]

Something RED 6

Pairings: Reader x Soldier Boy (Ben)

Warnings: None.

Summary: you knew soldier boy since you were young until the man had gotten tested he had become a whole different person. So when he comes back after Crimson and other supes send him away, it makes him angry

A/N: I love hearing your thoughts! So share what you think.

Edited?: no I'll edit all the mistakes tomorrow. 10/31

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Ben had sat at the picnic table devouring his sandwich like it was going to leave him. He had been acting a little weird, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it until he cleared his throat.

“You know, Blondie the rip-off version of me? I'm his dad”

A small laugh left your lips and you shook your head, “That's a great joke”

Ben on the other hand didn't laugh, not one bit for the first time he looked dead serious which made you gasp “How is that possible...?"

“I get called into Vogelbaum’s lab for an experiment, some stupid shit about genetics. I basically beat my meat into a cup.” he stated very short, he ran his hands through his brown hair and sighed.

“I'm in a tough spot here yeah?”

You awkwardly nod, it did make more sense for Homlanders issues now... You were in no position to tell Ben what to do and neither was Hughie or Butcher if they found out.

“Am I the only one that knows?” you ask wondering who knows already and who you'll have to deal with.

Ben nods “That stupid shit is really mine. He's got a goddamn cape for Christ's sakes” he cringes and shakes his head disprovingly, before downing the rest of the whiskey bottle when smuggled into the basket when you had announced that you both were going for a picnic.

It grew silent. There wasn't much else to talk about it, honestly? It felt kind of weird knowing this information but then again... You were curious to what path Ben would choose. The team or Homelander?

“You should lay off the drinking, I can't exactly carry you back the motel” you teased trying to lighten up the mood, “Also back to what your were saying, what's wrong with a cape? They are pretty cool unless you have a boring looking one”

Ben gave you a side glanced and looked at you in disgust. “Y/n. It's a goddamn cape. It's just stupid.” he mutters his point and you raised a brow.

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“What the fuck is wrong him ay?” Butcher points to Ben who looks like he's conflicting all his life choices.

“Soldier boy you betta not be rethinking our agreement.” The bearded man kicked, Bens foot which nearly ended in a cat fight between the two.

“Butcher leave it alone im handling it.” you said sternly growing annoyed that she had to snap at these men like the we're children for gods sakes they are grown men!

“I talked to blondie on the phone today” Ben tells you before you left the room, stopping in your tracks and turning around.

“You what?!”

“I told him I was his father and all the bullshit.” he said waving around his blunt as he talked.

You were stunned. Annoyed but stunned. Did he know what homelander was like? Because shit like this was going to get them killed.

“Now I need to go tell Butcher this, stay here and I swear to god Ben don't touch anything” you were stressed and on your wits end at this rate. So much was happening and it was all going to fast.

“Butcher. We need to talk.”

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Phoenix Chapter Three

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Phoenix Masterlist

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Homelander x OC

Black Noir x OC

Soldier Boy x OC

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The room was large, it had basic decoration, nothing personal. "Stylist's will be here tomorrow to help decorate. Make it more you." He grumbled out, Homelander decided to float a few inches above the floor rather than walking around.

Whenever you asked a question, his responses were short, annoyed. After looking through the whole apartment you walked him back to the door. He opened it floated through the doorway, stopping right outside.

"I'm watching you." His eyes narrowed at you, and you rolled your eyes.

"We're gonna be a team, we should trust each other." Homlander crossed his arms still glaring down at you. "Look I know your upset about losing, with your strength you've most likely never lost a fight before," At your words his glare softened, and he seemed to puff out his chest slightly. "but I'm not looking for a fight, okay? I don't want and bad blood between us," You gestured between the two of you. "I want us to be friends." You smiled at him. He contemplated your words before nodding.

"No harm, no foul." He smiled before he put his feet back on the floor and walking away. You closed the door and let out a breath, finally being able to relax. 'That was annoyingly stressful.' You thought before walking into your new bedroom.

Flopping on the bed your tried to sleep but your head ached. You tossed and turned for a few hours before giving up and going to the kitchen. You looked in the fridge but the only thing in there was a six pack of beer. She let out a sigh before looking through each cabinet in the kitchen. Reluctantly she grabbed the six pack before heading out your door.

You walked down the hallway to the staircase; you didn't think the elevator went all the way to the roof. Walking through the door a cold wind hit you in the face. You shivered and walked to the edge, sitting down you break a bottle off and popped the cap you took a sip. You watched the traffic moving around late at night, honking galore. You lean back on your non-dominant hand, closing your eyes and taking in a breath of fresh air.

After you finished about half the bottle you felt the presence of someone behind you. You opened your eyes and turned. Black Noir was behind you, he seemed slightly startled when you realized his presence.

“Come join me.” You offered. Pulling one of the bottles from the pack you offered it to him. He declined before sitting on the ledge.

“You know, your thoughts are hard to decipher.” You spoke to facing up at the stars. With no response you look at him.

‘It’s very messy.’ He signed. You chuckled before setting your beer down.

‘I bet.’ You signed back.

‘You know most people don’t know sign.’ You chuckled.

‘You know I’m not most people.’ He turned to look at the stars. After a few seconds of silence, you turned to the stars too.

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You had finished almost four beers by the time you felt tired. Sighing you stood up getting the attention of Noir. He turned to you, watching as you stretched your stiff muscles.

"I'm gonna head to bed." You told him, he stood up from his spot.

'Let me walk you to your room' He signed. You smiled before nodding. You picked made the empty bottles disappear and grabbed the two full bottles.

“Come on then.” You grabbed his hand leading him with you down the stairs.

It didn’t take long to get to your room. When you got to the door you turned around, still holding his hand. You smiled at him.

“We’re here.” You whispered and he nodded. Suddenly your eyes were covered, and you get lips on yours. Immediately you kissed back, your hands wrap around his neck. The two of you parted and his hand still covered your eyes. Obviously, you could still see him if you wanted to, but there was a reason he covered your eyes.

"Wanna take this inside?" You ask, he pulled the hand from your eyes. You blink a few times adjusting to the light, he had his mask back over his mouth. Not breaking what you hoped was eye contact, you opened the door behind you pulling him into the apartment.

When he closed the door behind him you finally turned around. He followed behind you like a puppy. He hadn't kissed someone in a very long time, the feeling of butterflies making him stumble a few times while following behind you.

You bring him into your new bedroom. You finally stop and turn around to face Noir when your knees hit the edge of the bed. Right when you turn around, he grabs you by the hips and picks you up, the action causing you to let out a little yelp, he laid you gently on the bed.

His hands caressed up and down your sides while he brought his clothed mouth to your face. You reach for his mask to pull it up over his lips, but when you touched him, he pulled back quickly.

"It's ok, you can trust me." You tone was soft, he relaxed back into your hold, and you slowly pulled up his mask, not all the way just above his nose. He seemed uncharacteristically jittery, probably not used to people seeing his unmasked face. You kissed the tip of his nose, then his mouth, slow, passionate. You pulled off the rest of the mask while you were kissing him.

You pulled back looking at his scarred face, the whole left side of his face was practically unidentifiable. You gently kissed up and down his left cheek while rubbing your thumb along his right cheek.

"You don't have to be afraid of this," You swipe your left thumb across his scarred cheekbone. "around me. I promise.” He shivered and let out a throaty whine. You start to kiss down his neck, nipping gently at his skin. He let out little hoarse noises.

You flip the two of you, making you straddle him. You pull off your shirt leaving on a simple black bra. Then you slowly remove his suit. He had a few other scars but nothing like the one on his face and neck. He had an opening in his suit at the crotch, you unzipped it pushing your hand through it.

You palm his growing erection, pulling him into another searing kiss. Little noises came from his throat, echoing the room. When he was about to cum, he flipped the two of you back over, your hair falling crazy against the bed. He pulled down your pants and underwear throwing it into a corner of the room.

He lined his dick up to your entrance, pushing in slowly. You groaned and arched your back, sparks in the air crackled. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he bottoms out.

He thrusts slowly at first to let you adjust, then he started to speed up to a relentless pace. His tip sliding against your sweet spot each time he thrusted.

His lips found yours again but this time the kiss was sloppy and desperate. Your hand finds the back of his head pulling him closer into your lips, tongues intertwining together.

Soon the pressure in your lower stomach became almost unbearable. Noirs gloved fingers found your clit and he pressed against it, the rough fabric rubbing against your clit coursed an electric feeling through your body.

"I'm gonna cum!" You practically shriek. He was relieved he was holding out on cumming to wait for you, he was going to burst out the seams if he had to hold out any longer. He increased the pressure on your clit and your walls quivered around him.

Your back arched pushing your thinly clothed chest against his protected chest. Loose things in the room started to shake as you let go. You moaned when you hit your high at the same time as Noir. You cry out and the thing shatter, shards of stuff shooting around the room.

Noir left gentle kisses down your neck as your breathing returned to normal. You smile at the sight, you pull his face to yours in another gentle kiss.

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It was one of those days in Vought tower that Homelander hated he rather be at home with you his angel, the meeting after other ones started to drag on and the deep was getting on his wrong side really quickly that he was soo close to tossing him out the top of the tower. Homlander got up from his chair and walked to the window looking down at new york there were all ants he thought to himself not one of them is worth his time but his angel, he just wanted to be with her. homelander look around the room you can all leave now I’ve had it for today get the fuck out he yelled, as the deep was the last one to leave you really need to get laid dude homelander looked at the deep his eyes turn red and he fired a warning shot at his head the deep look like he was a deer in the headlights and ran the hell out of the room. peace homelander thought to himself a moment alone he looks down at his phone he saw that you left a cute message for him to come home for dinner with a few cute emotes he could help but smile, no one knew about you he wanted to keep you away from the press for now and the super live style till he was ready to show you off he wants to keep you safe from harm.

just a lil taste of what im working on the reader nickname is angel