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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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I feel like homelander would be the type of yandere to make his soulmate/darling bathe with him.

“Isn’t this nice?” He sighed and you wished that you could have been anywhere but there, sitting in between homelander’s legs.

He would :// and he’d be so annoying abt it too

cw: soulmate au, nudity, implied nsfw, homelander’s vile mouth, he’s so needy bro, mention of fem.reader

It’s the only peace you get. Bath time is quiet, serene even. The only place in this fucking tower he couldn’t reach you.

When you clicked that lock into place, it meant safety. Tranquility. A moment of rest where he wasn’t pestering you about random bullshit or chewing you out for not folding his suits right.

The hot water feels so good and you won’t lie, Vought makes sure all the supe’s have the best products. The bath bombs and salts smell like heaven, and they work wonders. The bathroom is fogged with steam, smelling of citrus and starflower.

It’s easy to relax, to shut your eyes and fall asleep in.

Maybe it is your fault for thinking any place on earth would be safe from him.

You’d like to think Homelander’s not as cruel as he says, that he does what he does out of misguided love. He is your soulmate after all.

He just needs control.

That’s why you don’t say anything when he simply twists the handle of the door and breaks it. That’s why you let him shed his suit and climb into the tub behind you.

This was your one escape from everything in this fucking tower. Even that’s overtaken.

Your music plays on his speakers, this was the only time you could enjoy it without him complaining you’ve got shit taste. But that’s kind of shot now.

You draw shapes into the side of the tub, fingers leaving droplets on the porcelain. You would sink lower into the water if he wasn’t holding you against his chest. He’s kind of a poser, he’s not actually as muscular and huff as his suit makes him seem. Though you don’t underestimate the brutal power that flows through his veins.

He’s got his legs pressed against the sides of yours, his chin rests on your head. You try to ignore his stabbing length that rubs against your lower back. Trying not to shift in the tub, the water already close to spilling out, thanks to him.

You tilt your head back to look at him, the sharp jut of his jaw and his lashes fluttering over his cheekbones. He looks weirdly cute this way. Human for once.

“Whatcha pouting for?” He asks, hands smoothing across your waist, skirting dangerously close to your inner thighs.

“M’not pouting.” You mumble, furrowing your brows.

“Uh huh, you are.” He squeezes your cheeks in his hand, chuckling at the way your lips pucker into that stupid fishy face. You drop your chin, refusing to look at him anymore.

“You’re pouting because I came in here and started botherin’ you while you were soaping up your tits.” He makes a move to flick the underside of your breast, smirking when you try to jerk away.

He’s so crude and annoying, you hate him more when he’s in a good mood.

“I wasn’t-“ He raises his eyebrow mockingly, you huff at him. He’s roping you into his stupid little games.

You huff, you’d rather he left you alone. But you’ll take advantage of his good nature if it means giving you a few more hours of peace.

“Lighten up, buttercup. S’supposed to be relaxing.”

Relaxing your ass, he’s probably never taken a bath with anyone in his life. You’d roll your eyes if you knew he wasn’t gonna catch you. You opt for staring at the faucet that drips steadily into the soapy water.

“Hey,” he maneuvers you so you face him, and you try not to kneel him in the dick while he spreads your legs across his hips. Missing the flash of a smile on his lips when he trails his eyes over your body.

“Don’t get all pissy, babe. I only wanted to spend some quality time with my soulmate.”

Of course, he’s pulling that card.

You purse your lips, looking at him from underneath your lashes. The air is cold around your waist, you can feel the droplets of warm water slide down your back. Homelander gently pushes your arms, gesturing you to wrap them around his neck, and you do.

You’ve long since grown accustomed to his neediness. In some ways, you’re glad it exists. Because it shows you he’s still got some sensitivity left in that decayed rotten heart of his.

“I know,” you pull out all the stops for him, “I like spending time with you.” He makes a satisfied sound in his chest.

You wish you could say you were lying, but a sick depraved part of you is so used to him - that you get lonely when he’s gone.

You card your fingers through his bleach blonde hair, the wet strands sticking to the nape of his neck. He practically purrs under your hands, gripping your waist as he closes his eyes. You’re still annoyed that he’s ruined your personal space, but you’re just happy he’s feeling soft. You’re still aching from last night.

This is what you were meant for. Moments like these are what he’s always wanted, and now he has them. Homelander feels the flurry in his chest when you even peck his jawline, narrowly missing his lips.

He’s never taking a bath alone again.

#the boys.✮#val.writes ❦#homelander soulmate au #the boys x reader #homelander x reader #homelander x you #the boys x you

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krazyyy · 1 year

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Saw some people talk about a depowered Homelander having brown hair cause he no longer dyes it when his powers are gone and I adore this idea.

#homelander #john gillman #antony starr #the boys #fanart #au #mrskrazy art

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herearedragons · 4 months

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…fun little headcanon I just thought about: Zevran can flawlessly imitate a variety of accents when speaking Trade, but deliberately chooses to sound distinctly Antivan no matter which country he’s in

#dragon age #zevran arainai #dragon age origins #it’s because he loves his homeland but also before DAO it was probably also a branding thing #like. if you’re hiring the Antivan Crows you’re expecting them to look and sound Antivan #anyway this was brought about by me trying to figure out a leverage au for the origins party #and realizing that the title of grifter should go to zevran ‘no lockpicking skills’ ‘talks his way out of being killed’ arainai #and leliana should be the thief #and since sophie (the grifter in the show) is able to impersonate a variety of different nationalities #it’s only fair that he also gets to do that #and it seems like a plausible skill for an assassin to have. blending in and all

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supemaeve · 3 months

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You really will do anything to hurt me, won't you? So… what are you and William cooking up? Hmm? Maybe you two brought that supervillain to town.

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blindmagdalena · 4 months

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I am sooo sorry if you have answered something about this already but how do you think Homelander would be in a soulmate au where his soulmate can’t seem to be found.

When he finally meets his soulmate is he irritated that they took so long to come around or just happy to finally have found them?

to me, the vibe is that scene in the last unicorn when Molly sees the unicorn for the first time, and she breaks down, "Where were you twenty years ago? Ten years ago? Where were you when I was new? How dare you! How dare you come to me now, when I am this!"

there is that agony from the sense that it's too late for him. he's too broken, too lost, too ruined.

but in that very same breath, he's whispering forgiveness and taking hold with such covetous desire. of course he's angry, he's wounded, but that won't override the sheer joy he feels at finally having what always should have been his.

he'll never, ever let them go.

#soulmate au #i'm a little drunk but i'm obsessed with HL soulmate shit hhhhhhhh #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #homelander x reader #homelander x you

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anti-cosmofangirl · 4 months

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Betrayus and Pac from @ribbondee's "Twisted Fate" AU!

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epic-arc · 4 months

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Tag game :D

@gorillageek27 @howlingday @rwby-encrusted-blog @watcher-servant

#rwby #jaune arc #the boys #homelander #demon slayer #zenitsu #undetale au #cross sans #spider man #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #chainsaw man #denji hayakawa #jjk #yuta okkotsu

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merry-andrews · 3 months

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Johnshi but butchlander au?

#kenshi takahashi #johnny cage #mk1 #johnshi #mortal kombat #fan art #Johnny as homelander and Kenshi as Billy Butcher yxy46dh!!!!#I'm watching the boys right now and I'm hhnnnn it's an addictive tv show!#my fave is homelander hehe #in this au Jax is hughie and Sonya is that wonderwoman lady I forgot her name hhnn #merry andrews art #I want someone to chew their ears off about this au ok #kencage

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olliveolly · 7 days

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Hello guys 👋🏼

hey, it so happened that in the absence of ideas, I actually did had an idea linked to the backdrop of a fresh fallout series that I just finished watching))

I don’t know if it will be interesting, but I was interested in imagining the boys’ characters in the Fallout universe, but I couldn’t decide on their roles, who would be who, so I drew bought versions😅

Hope you find it interesting ♥️

#homelander #fanart #the boys series #alternate universe #sketch #the boys #billy butcher #butchlander #fallout #fallout au #fallout inspired #ghouls fallout

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arealtrashact · 1 year

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I just LOVE your interpretation of Homelander so much. It's freaking genius, and all the ideas just what! awesome! God I'll pray you'll draw more The Boys fan art because it's breathtaking. So-so-so good. As the rest of your beautiful art. Thank you so much for the food.

Thank you ! I don't know that I'll draw new fan art for it (considering my luke-warm feelings towards season 3 and all it entailed) but I appreciate your kind words and I'm happy you like my pre-existing work ! I do have a surplus of WIPs from a few years ago, rotting on my old computer.

For now, here's something mildly cursed from fall of 2020

#Starlight already has a pony name ( as do Stormfront and Black Noir )#the boys #homelander #starlight #trashtalk #anonymous #I had a pretty solid idea of what the rest of the Seven looked like...maybe I'll get around to finishing them someday !#in this AU (or whatever you want to call it) Supes are all unicorns or pegasi #Homelander is the only Alicorn #that being said...he's a pretty runty one as far as Alicorns go #not as tall as Celestia not as short as a regular pony #maybe around Cadence's size #the rest of the population is made up of earth ponies

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writeshite · 11 months

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can u write a homelander x male reader, I'd prefer fluff but I dont really care. (Noone writes x male readers😭)

John wakes up to a second heartbeat. His soulmate’s guide is six years overdue, and the cuddliest, friendliest dog he’s ever met, a dark brownish-red golden retriever - John calls him Scout. Dr. Vogelbaum is surprised - firstly, that the universe gave John a soulmate, and secondly, that a dog managed to trot its way into a secure location with little effort - it takes three dead scientists before they realize Scout is here to stay. Vought hates Scout until he can make a profit. Some mediocre photographer snaps a photo of John carrying Scout after he’d run through the mud; it’s on the internet in under an hour and the highest trending photo in the United States by dinnertime.

‘Everything you need to know about Homelander’s soulmate.’

‘13 facts about golden retriever guides, and what that can tell you about Homelander’s soulmate.’

‘How to get guides to choose you.’

The internet dissolves into a mess overnight, and the subject of John’s soulmate is trending globally; the week before Valentine’s Day is his soulmate tour, thousands of people come along, and Scout becomes the face of the ideal guide. John feels so many things - proud when the world praises his guide, confused as Scout’s friendly demeanor makes it harder to find his soulmate, and downright murderous when a fan tries to drag Scout to her and get him to like her - Sitwell tries something similar to the latter, reaching out once to pet the dog, before getting her arm bitten. John laughs, his tone cold as Scout darts behind his legs. When the Seven is formed, the others are a mixed bag; John doesn’t care enough to pay them attention, and they do the opposite, openly gawking at Scout, eyes widening further when Scout outwardly prefers his company; they want to ask, but clam up when he glares at them, hesitant to touch the guide.

“Can’t you take me to my soulmate, already?” he asks Scout one morning; the dog tilts his head, tongue hanging out, and John swears he nods his head in response. Scout grabs his glove, and darts off with it, dodging John as he attempts to grab him; John is just about ready to throw caution to the wind when Scout stops; John doesn’t, flying directly into a tree. He’s not knocked out, but it takes a moment for the ringing to stop; when his eyes open again, you’re standing over him.

“Oh my god, Homelander, sir, are you alright?”

John never quite understood how people could just know their soulmate by sight, even with their guides, he just never understood how people were 100% certain, but now looking at you, it’s like his whole mind just screams ‘yes.’ You hold out your hand for him to take, helping him stand, even with the gloves; your touch just feels right; Scout is the happiest John has ever seen him, tail wagging fast, “Oh, hello again,” you say to him, scratching Scout just behind the ears, you turn to John with a fond teasing smile, and he knows he’s already gone. “So, I guess this means the cat’s all you?” The cat is an orange ragdoll that, according to you, has scratched, bitten, hissed, and attacked anyone who came too close to you for her liking; John’s proud to hear that you named her Mochi, and he’s less proud of that, “Mean cats need cute names,” you simply state.

“What, you’re gonna give me a cute name too, then,” he snickers.

“I don’t see why not,” you eye him for a second, pursing your lips as you think of a name, “Snookums.” His face scrunches in horror, and you laugh, “Ok, ok, that was bad. Honeybun? Pudding? Pumpkin?” You rotate through so many names, each one as sappy as the last one, John’s expressions fueling your laughter further - there’s the distinct sound of a camera shutter, but John ignores it - placing a hand over your mouth as you dissolve into giddy hysterics. “Alright, point taken,” you say, and John is acutely aware of how close he’s pulled you to him. “How about your name then? I can’t just call you Homelander forever.”

“John,” he says.

“John. Johnathan,” You try the words on your tongue, “Jonnie, Johnny Boy.” You shake your head, “Yeah, I’ll stick with John.” You smile, giving John your name, “Nice to meet you, John.”

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #shitedrabbles #i feel your pain cause i'm 99.999% sure i've read through all the male reader fics for my fav characters #animal guide soulmate AUs are my favorite they're fucking hilarious. get it? scout. cause homelander's like a boy scout :D i'll see myself #shitequeue #i might return to this AU i think #this is me just rambling #soulmate au

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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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I feel like prey, I feel like prayin’

homelander | reader

cw: yandere homelander, dark soulmate au, dangerous situations (heights), possessive/obsessive behavior, manipulation, girl you have trauma LMFAO, homelander is insane and delusional

wc: 1.6k

If you knew talking to the others would cause him to get so… riled up. You would never have done it.

You’re so high up the people below look like tiny flecks of life. Past the glittering skyscrapers, past the birds, past safety. The clouds pillow around your waist, the air cooled and so fresh it burns your nostrils to inhale.

You grip Homelander, hands clinging to his broad shoulders. His arm is wrapped around your waist, firm. The only thing keeping you up is him. You’re trembling so hard you struggle to hold onto the back of his neck, lip quivering and teeth chattering. You know that feeling when something bad is going to happen. It floods your body.

“You know, we’re 14,000 feet in the air.” Homelander’s voice is calm, the good-natured tone present. But his words make you panic, the subtle brush of his cape against your calve isn’t comforting in the slightest. You refuse to look down, fearing you’ll vomit all over him.

“John-“

“This is the height most people go skydiving in.” He’s smiling, the crinkle of his eyes is meant to be comforting. It’s anything but.

“Why are we up here, John?” Your voice shakes, the pitch too high.

He sighs in deeply, looking at you with piercing eyes, “Remember when I said not to act out.” He says it brightly, eyes gazing at the horizon. The sun is starting to set over the west, a rusted orange painting over the sky, the sun a burning vermillion semi-circle.

“You really fucked up, babe.”

Your eyes widen at his words but he’s smiling. The soft grin on his mouth that he usually gives you, the small glimpse of his canines pokes from his top lip. Your mouth parts to speak but he beats you to it.

“Well, that little stunt you pulled with Noir,” he clicks his tongue and looks at you like a disappointed parent, “it really hurt my feelings.”

The way he shakes his head makes your gut churn.

“I- I didn’t mean anything by it, you know that.” You scramble to resolve his bruised ego even though you haven’t done anything.

“I just wanted to talk to someone-“

He raises an eyebrow, “Why not me?”

Your chin trembles, he won’t understand even if you try to explain. Homelander sighs, adjusting himself in midair. You try not to dig your nails into his neck but it’s getting harder and harder not to freak out.

“M’sorry, John. M’so sorry, I won’t do it again, promise.” It’s pathetic, how quickly you crumble and just let him win. But when he holds your life in his hands like it’s nothing more than a tiny marble, you won’t take any chances.

“I know you won’t.” He coos, shushing you like you’re a child, “You know, you can always talk to me. I’ll always be there for you.”

He uses his other hand to cup the side of your face, smoothing a gloved thumb across the apple of your cheek, it’s so soft you hardly even realize this isn’t him accepting your apology.

“But you have to realize,” he’s gripping both of your arms suddenly, his hold tight around your biceps, your legs dangle in the open expanse,

“I’m the only person you’ll ever need.”

He lets go.

Slightly shoving you with the flat of his palm on your chest so you tip onto your back. You’re grappling at him uselessly, trying to hold onto his shoulders or cape, feeling yourself fall into the endless sky.

“Wait- John, please!”

You’re falling, slipping from his hold and accelerating towards the ground.

In freefall, you notice it's just pure fresh air. You hear the loud rush of wind. It's similar to static from blowing into a microphone, or the loud sound in your head the moment you splash into the water. You’re screaming, or at least you think you, you can’t tell with how tight your chest is. The sinking feeling in your gut spreads throughout your spine. It’s chilling and gut-wrenching and you hope this is just a fucking nightmare and you’ll wake up any second.

You flail your arms, kicking at the sky as if that’ll save you. It surges through you like a live wire. Electric, feeling like metal and burnt coal. Slick steel and bronze melted together in a cohesive small bullet. You can’t breathe.

This is worse than when he broke your arm, this is worse than when he burnt you.

You hate to say it, but your life is flashing before your eyes. Small little snippets of memories reel like a tape in your head. Your parents, your childhood, even Homelander is there. It’s all wasted, every moment played out. You wish he never met you, you wish he wasn't your soulmate.

You watch as Homelander gets smaller and smaller in the middle of the sky. The red and blue of his suit bending in the light, blurring as your eyes water from the air. You won’t call out to him, you refuse to give him that satisfaction. You close your eyes, fighting every natural instinct to let your body relax. This isn’t how you want to go, but at least it’ll be quick. And you think of that inky black nothingness from before you were born.

You can’t see how Homelander clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at how dramatic you are. He’s already calculated how long it would take before you need to be saved, the wind resistance slowing you down tremendously. You’re only falling at about 120 miles per hour, he’ll catch up in the blink of an eye.

He gives it a few more minutes until you’re a few hundred feet from turning into a pancake, and he’s flying down and scooping you up.

You’re pressed up against his chest, safe, but you don’t really care. All you can feel is the rush of wind that punches you in the lungs from how fast he scoops you up and blasts away to the top of a building. You hardly have the strength to hold onto him, letting him grip your waist till he’s on top of the seven tower.

“Really had you going there, didn’t I.” He jokes, his hand cupping the back of your head to keep your nose tucked into his shoulder.

You think you go deaf from how loud the ringing in your ears is, the static buzzing and tingling your head. Your ears hurt from the pressure, aching and popping as you get used to the ground again. When he sets your feet on the concrete you sink to the floor, scraping it with your palms as you let out a sob. You practically worship the ground, never happier to feel the rough rock against your skin. Hot tears coming in waves down your face, and you’re hyperventilating and choking on your cries.

Homelander stands over you, looking down at how you crumple in on yourself with an amused smile. You’re shaking like a leaf, reminds him of those stupid fucks he’d save from jumping off a building, suddenly so fearful of death once they stare it right in the face.

“Did you really think I’d let you die?” He scoffs, “Can’t have fucking roadkill for a soulmate.”

He laughs, reaching a hand down to pet your head. You flinch away, jerking so hard you nearly smack your chin on the concrete rooftop. He can smell your fear, the sickly sweet scent so pungent he bunches his nose.

“You- you fucking let me go!” You try not to scream at him, but the adrenaline is rushing through your veins and making you feel crazed. You can feel the bile creep up your esophagus.

“You let me fall, I would’ve died-“ He frowns at that, kneeling down and snatching your chin so you look at him. His gaze is so unnerving you have trouble looking into them. An empty wasps nest. Blanched and left barren, he’s insane.

“But you didn’t, you didn’t because I won’t let you. I saved you.” There’s a clear message here, the words he uses aren’t metaphorical, you know that from watching him talk to the rest of his team. He really won’t let you die. It’s ingrained in the frontal lobe of your mind, tattooed on as a permanent reminder. Salacious and infuriating, it’s so humiliating because you know you can’t blame anyone but yourself. Grinding your teeth down and biting your flesh raw.

He’s still deathly calm, gripping your jaw in his hand. Any harder and he’ll shatter the bone, it’s just another reminder of his power over you.

“Do you get it now? Do you understand your place?” It makes you cry harder and he loves how you look, so pathetically hopeless. Even more so when you nod, the defeated look in your eye is so beautiful. This is why you’re meant to be, you’re perfect for him.

“Good, always so good f’me.” Homelander pecks your parted mouth, peppering chaste kisses across your face. It makes you nauseated, but you let him, closing your eyes, and accept that this is him.

With wobbling lips and glossy lids, the tears that coat your lashes and smear over your puffy cheeks, it feels tacky and cold under the cool air. Your eyelashes cling to your skin and it makes blinking hard. Jaw clenched forward and biting down on the plump of your lip in a stupid way to contain those sobbing thoughts you keep kicked away in the narrows of your brain.

You are tethered. Mirrored versions of one another reflect off the dark stuccoed ceiling of each other’s souls.

“Come on, let’s go home. Heard that they’re making your favorite back at Vought.” He’s standing, outstretching his palm to you. He brushes this whole ordeal off like it’s nothing, just like most things.

It hurts, it makes you want to just scream at the top of your lungs, but you won’t fight him. So you take his hand, and you subdue every raging nerve in your body and allow him to think he’s won again.

Because where else can you go but with your soulmate?

#the boys.✮#val.writes ❦#homelander soulmate au #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander angst #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys angst

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