#the boys imagines

[gay-dorito-dust]

You hug solider boy

Solider boy: what in the actual fuck was that?

You: affection

Soldier boy: disgusting.

You: …

Soldier boy: …

Soldier boy: do it again.

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy imagine #soldier boy imagines #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys x y/n #the boys imagine #the boys imagines

[homies-slut]

Burns Deep

Summary: Your jealousy burns deep, but Homelander’s burns deeper than you ever imagined.

Warnings: language, 18+ content, jealousy

Extra: GIF is not mine

It was another day at Vought tower, kissing the public’s ass once again. Edgar just announced the newest member of the Seven, Stormfront, and you couldn’t help the bitterness you felt the moment you saw her. The I don’t give a fuck attitude was enough for you to roll your eyes every time something came out of her mouth.

You were already 20 minutes late for your daily meeting why not make it 30 to piss John off even more. You were closest to him out of the Seven and once she joined, he completely took your attention for granted and kept it on her just because she was different and stronger than most of us.

Strutting your way towards the tall steel doors in your new supe outfit, the baby blue and white leather hugging your curves uncomfortably yet enough to make you feel more confident than you ever have.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Y/N.” Homelander smiles, but you knew it wasn’t genuine. He was steaming from the ears. Where were you? Who were you with that was more important than being here?

“Sorry, outfit malfunction.” You shrug, taking the seat next to Starlight. His eyes never stray from you until you sit down, throwing him the sweetest smile you could muster with innocent eyes. You knew he wouldn’t stay mad long. It was almost impossible for him to go an hour knowing you were mad at him.

“As I was saying,” he continues through gritted teeth, “Edgar does not make the rules anymore. We are the ones who are stronger than any of them weak feeble humans out there,” he rants. “We have the power guys! I don’t think they really understand what we’re capable of, and now with Stormfront being here we can really show them what we stand for.”

“How sweet of you.” She smiles. “I just don’t understand how anyone could just let themselves be controlled by some company, for what?” She explains. “Money! I mean, come on you guys, we are the company.”

“And that is why you are the best and why we need you,” Homelander says almost sincerely with puppy dog eyes, you wanted to squeeze her vocal cords until she couldn’t talk anymore.

“Aright, is that it?” You exclaim, getting up and walking towards the door. “I have a date tonight that’s way more important than this bullshit.” You add just to piss him off even more.

That wasn’t a lie. You did have a date with one of the workers at Vought from wardrobe. You realized just how much you were missing out on cause you were too busy wrapped around Homelander’s finger.

“Walk out that door and you’re out,” Homelander growls, slamming his hand down on the table. You halt, mouth parting in astonishment when you turn around to face him. Red eyes, blazing with only what you could call anger, stare back at you.

“You can’t be serious?” You snap angrily, your eyes already turning a bright shade of blue at the rage and power coursing through your blood.

“I’m dead serious. Sit your ass down now, we’re gonna have a little chat,” he hisses. “Everyone else, out.” They give you a look of pity, hesitant to leave you alone with the raging supe.

“Now!”

They scatter like ants until it was just you and John.

“You,” he laughs bitterly, pointing a finger in your direction, “really like to push my buttons, don’t you, Y/N?”

You pretend to think. “Hmm, I really don’t know what you mean, John. As far as I’m concerned this meeting was over before I even got here. Nothing I haven’t heard before.”

He stalks towards you almost like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey. “Who is he?” He spits, towering over you. You stand your ground cause he doesn’t scare you at all. Sure, you know what he’s capable of, but would he really go as far as hurting you? His best friend. The one he was experimented on with since they were toddlers.

“You don’t know him. He sure is handsome though,” you coo, bringing a hand up to graze his jaw. You watch his eye twitch and jaw clench under your fingers. “I was quite lonely without you these least few days, you know, since you’ve been with Stormfront so much. I just decided to find someone to keep me company.”

He grabs your wrist in one hand and your throat in the other, shocking you, and in one swift motion pins you against the wall. His face hovers close to yours just enough to where you can smell the mint gum on his breath.

You let out a harsh breath at the impact and laugh as much as you can with the little oxygen you were working with.

“Why have you been so bad today, hmm? You like being a bad girl and embarrassing me in front of everyone. Just because I haven’t given you enough attention.” He was seething, fingers tightening around your neck. Homelander was seeing red. The thought of you going on date with some else was enough to trigger him. He doesn’t want to think about what would happen after. The way you’d let him touch you in places he was only meant to touch.

He yanks you towards him, bringing his lips to yours in a rough burning kiss. His mouth was hot against yours, fingers lessening their grip just a little so you could breathe easier. He releases the harsh grip on your wrist, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands travel to your thighs, lifting you up while you wrap your legs around him, threading your finger through his blond locks.

“You’re fucking mine, Y/N.” He made a low guttural sound in the back of his throat. “I’ll kill him before he touches you.” You release a loud moan at the thought of him killing someone over you. His lips were everywhere skin was showing. Your back hit the table before you were yanked back towards him. He grips your face harshly. “Who do you belong to?” His other hand found the warmth of your pussy under the leather fabric, teasing your clit in harsh circular motions.

“You,” you cry out, bucking your hips into his hand as tears welled in your eyes. “I’ve always belonged to you, John!” You gasp when he rips a hole in the crotch of your suit. He unbuckles his pants, yanking them down and running the red tip of his swollen cock against your moist folds. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he yanks your head up firmly. “Eyes on me, young lady,” he growls with a hunger present.

He inches the head of his cock inside you, letting out a small whimper. “Fuck.”

“Please, please, please,” you beg. You were pathetic, cock drunk to say the least. “John, please,” you whine.

He thrusts deep inside you without warning, and you grip his shoulders tightly, burying your nails in the fabric of his suit. “Goddamn, this pussy,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting in you again until he was driving his cock in and out of you in a chaotic manner, like he couldn’t get enough.

“This is your punishment for being a bitch today, understand?” He barks, plunging your pussy while it makes squelching noises from how wet you were.

“Yes, yes,” you moan loudly, feeling the burning sensation building in the pit of your walls. You clench around his cock, and he jerks you in for another kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth. He growls against your mouth, releasing his seed in your pussy as you coat yourself with his cock that was still fucking you.

“I dare you to act up again,” he warns, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ll kill every single fucking one of them who try to take you from me.”

#the boys #Homelander #Homelander x reader #Homelander smut #the boys prime #john gillman #antony starr #Homelander imagines #the boys imagines

[tojirights]

getting into a fight with billy and he pushes you against the wall, arm against your throat. he wants to be mad, to keep snarling in your face but he stops dead in his tracks when you moan. embarrassment surges through your body, taking the place of anger very quickly. "d'ya like this, hm?" billy smirks, finding yet another weakness he can use against you.

you struggle to get his arm off of you, but his muscles flex and hold you firmly in place. "fuck you." you cough out, barely able to find any air. butcher actually laughs this time, kicking your feet apart to slide his knee between your thighs. "i bet you’d love that, ya filthy little girl." he coos into your ear, breath ghosting over your skin. you can't help the strained whimper that leaves your constrained throat.

"are we fighting or fucking, butcher?" you snarl, gritting your teeth and trying to stand your ground but you can't deny the throb taking place between your legs. butcher relaxes the pressure on your throat in favor of pushing his body against yours. you can feel his cock digging into your hip, straining against the zipper of his jeans. "oy well, ain't that the million dollar question..." he grunts, and you're greatful that his body is reacting the same way.

"i do love me a good ol' hate fuck..." he mutters to himself before his lips crash into yours. its a frenzy to get his jeans undone and free his cock. unfortunately for you, your leggings weren't long for this world as butcher rips a hole straight through the crotch.

his hands quickly fly down your sides before landing on your hips. butcher's fingers dig into your skin, sure to leave puffy bruises in his wake as he easily lifts you up. it's almost insulting, the way he can just toss you around, but your body has thoughts of its own. in one swift move, butcher's pushing the thick head of his cock slowly inside your aching cunt. the stretch makes your thighs shake even while wrapped around billy's waist.

"aye, what a good little cunt..." billy groans, warmth enveloping his cock as your pussy takes in every thick inch. "fucking christ, billy." you whine, your arms coming around to dig into his back. he doesn't give you nearly enough time to adjust to his size, quickly bouncing you on his cock and using the wall as leverage. "what's that, love? too much cock for ya?" he teases, pushing impossibly deeper until the head of his cock has nowhere else to go.

you shoot him "shut up and fuck me, you perv." your words lack their usual venom, too turned on to bother with really insulting him. the amount of times you've thought about this exact scenario was maybe slightly embarrassing, but you can't say you're upset now that you finally have butcher balls deep inside of you. "aye, i never keep a lady waitin'..." he snickers, his lips finding the exposed skin of your neck and collarbone.

each nip of his teeth has your head spinning, pleasure and pain mixing in an incredibly intoxicating potion. you're going to have no good explanation for the bruises tomorrow, but all you can seem to care about is butcher's hand sneaking between your bodies to play with your swollen clit. "yer gonna sing pretty for me when ya cum on my cock, right princess?" he's pushing you to the edge, faster than you could have anticipated, your legs shaking with every tandem thrust and flick of his finger.

butcher's cock rubs so snugly against your sweet spot, your vision going blurry as the pleasure consumes you. "f-fuck you, billy." you gasp, back arched off the wall as he pounds your cunt relentlessly. he just chuckles, feeling the way your pussy flutters around him. "wouldn't wanna be doin' anythin' else right about now." the growl in his voice is enough to push you over the edge, stars exploding behind your eyes as the most intense orgasm you've ever had rolls over you.

you're left gasping, panting for breath as butcher keeps fucking your pulsing cunt. "fuckin' hell... just milkin' the cum out, ain't ya? ya want me ta fill this fuckin' cunt up, leave your poor pussy drippin'?" you whimper at his filthy words, clenching around his length as he puncuates every word with a thrust. butcher's groan is animalistic, coming deep from his throat as he releases deep inside of you. each thick rope of cum coats your fluttering walls before dripping down billy's legnth.

he holds you for a moment, panting as he rides out the pleasure. but the silent bliss only lasts for another moment before billy's hand is back around your throat. "don't think this gets you off the hook. still pissed about you lettin' that piece of shite live..." he grumbles, kissing your puffy lips before placing you gently back on your feet and turning his back to you.

you roll your eyes, leaning heavily against the walls as you regain feeling in your legs. "butcher i need pants!" you call as he goes to walk away from you, but he just gives you the middle finger over his shoulder while smirking, leaving you to find new clothes while still leaking cum down your thighs.

"what a fucking gentleman..." you groan.

#billy butcher x reader #william butcher x reader #butcher x reader #the boys #billy butcher smut #william butcher smut #butcher x reader smut #billy butcher x reader smut #william butcher x reader smut #the boys smut #the boys x reader #the boys imagines #billy butcher imagines #william butcher imagines #william butcher #billy butcher #the boys butcher #butcher smut #william butcher thirst #billy butcher thirst

[thesteveharringtonclub]

Bad Influence

Summary: You get into an argument with Butcher, much to his surprise.

Main Character(s): Billy Butcher

Warning: Just a little swearing...

“For the last fuckin’ time, you’re not goin’.” He orders, pulling on his leather coat. “End of fuckin’ discussion.”

You watch him make his way towards the door as your tongue glides across the soft flesh of your lips, the insolent words slipping out. “Oi, cunt.”

The sound of your innocent voice, a perfectly imitated version of the familiar accent, echoes throughout the hideout as the boys fall silent. This uncharacteristic behaviour of yours stops Butcher in his tracks as Frenchie’s laughter softens the tension, impressed by your audacity.

“Oh,” a sinful smile plays on your lips as you watch the Brit stride towards you, the sound of a distinct growl resonating deep within his throat. “Well, that got your attention.”

“Never thought I’d hear those words comin’ out of that pretty little mouth of yours.” Inches from you, his gaze glides over your figure as the intimate proximity prompts you to slowly back up against the wall.

“Come on, William... I was bound to pick up a few bad habits hanging around with you.” His name drips from your lips like honey as those green-tinted eyes, infused with velvety golden hues, linger on yours.

You notice the hint of a smirk begin to frame his handsome features, almost hidden beneath the darkened facial hair, before he makes his way back towards the door.

“Fuckin’ diabolical.” He mutters in a deep, rough voice as he beckons you to follow him.

#the boys #the boys imagines #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader

[darling-i-read-it]

Party Outfit

Homelander x supe!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: the reader basically dies, grief, maybe some ooc homelander, canon type violence (death/gore is descriptive), I think that’s it but please let me know if there are more! 

Author’s Note: I gotta admit, I struggled with this one a bit! I wasn’t sure how to start and it isn’t my best work so I may come back to it again later but I didn’t want to make you wait! I hope you enjoy it regardless love! Homelander is such a tricky dude. Love him though. He’s so crazy. I love that in a man. 

Requested by anon: May I request a slow burn homelander x superhero! Reader, who has basically super healing powers like wolverine, so she’s probably the third strongest compared to homelander and Maeve. Homelander and reader are friends, because reader is one of the few people who took the time to care about him enough to look past the mask, and isn’t afraid of him. Something happens in a fight with a new supervillain, who’s power weakens everyone else’s around them. Reader saves homelander from a kill shot, but is killed themselves, and homelander just shatters and breaks down sobbing and clutching their body, after killing the villain. The Seven don’t know what to do to make him let go of the reader’s body, when she suddenly coughs and gasps back to life, shocking everyone and especially herself. It seems reader’s healing ability is stronger than anyone ever thought.                                                        I feel like homelander would be the clingiest person after all of that, lol.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“Are you ready?” 

Your voice sounded suddenly very close. Homelander turned around and jumped a bit at the sight of you. You were standing just beside him in your ‘party’ outfit. Vought thought it was better if you had two costumes, one of ads and one for actual fighting. It allowed them to continue the belief that they were all in on feminism while also marketing off your more ‘easy on the eyes’ outfits. Homelander only had one. Sometimes he wanted to have two, just to get some sort of diversity. Plus, you looked oh so nice in your party outfit. 

“Yup!” he exclaimed. You smiled briefly, taking a deep breath. After he and Maeve had broken up in the public, everyone had been hoping the two of you would finally call it and start dating. It would be perfect. The two most powerful supes in The Seven, a sublime situation for marriage and kids. The perfect American dream with the perfect American boy. 

You knew Homelander though. You knew that wasn’t exactly who he was. 

You also knew that he was your friend. 

“Is the President gonna be there?” you questioned, adjusting your corset. You looked at yourself in the mirror of Homelander’s apartment. His practical penthouse had become like a second home to you. You even helped him decorate it with some things he liked. You had to veto the baby bottles on the fire mantle and he agreed, it was in poor taste. 

“Likely,” he admitted. 

“Well then I’ll hide behind you. That okay?” 

“Always.” 

“Did they tell you about that new guy causing a fuss? The guy they sent The Deep after?” He rolled his eyes. 

“I’m sure a lot of killing happened then and no octopuses were assaulted.” You scoffed. “No. What guy?” Usually he tried to stay in the loop but there was a lot going on. A lot being, so many superheroes and not nearly enough Homelander in his opinion. 

“Apparently he can weaken everyone else's power around him,” you observed. You stayed beside him, adjusting his cape. He looked down at it, observing you. 

“Well he hasn’t met me yet.” You hummed, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You put your hand on his arm. 

“The car will be here soon. Ashley still thinks I’m in my room and if she sees me in here then our engagement is gonna be all over the papers,” you joked. He nodded, taking your hand off his arm and squeezing it. 

“Prepare for the President to ask to see your power.” 

“He can catch it on the news,” you grumbled. “See you downstairs.” He nodded once and let you go. He watched himself in the mirror, allowing himself to think about you a bit longer than your presence required. You knew him more than anyone else in the world. He wondered if it would be so bad to spend the rest of his life with you. He could’ve done it with Maeve, he could have made it look good. But with you, he might be able to be happy. Be himself, whatever that was. 

He turned, adjusting the cape as he walked out the door. He had a banquet to attend. 

-

“It’s better if just you two go. I’d send Maeve but I know you’ll just end up fighting and it’ll be on the news and we can’t handle another goddamn media break!” Ashley was standing in front of you in her office. You had never actually seen her sit down at the desk, she was always so stressed. Homelander stood beside you.

“That was one spat,” you argued. “We’re over it now. I like Maeve.”

“I don’t wanna risk anything,” Ashley said. “After the…incident with The Deep, I expect full obliteration of this guy.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Homelander stepped in. “We’ve got him.” 

You both knew that the best chance of a win was the two of you. You were the strongest of The Seven. Homelander could pack the punch and you could be the shield. You worked together well. 

“Any advice on how to dim his light a little?” you questioned. She shook her head. 

“Didn’t exactly get the best information from the guy who fought him before,” she grumbled. “But it was near water and we all know who lost the fight. Be careful. If either of you die…I mean it would make for a great swing of the media’s likeness of us but I would rather not have to deal with the funeral proceedings.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Thanks Ashley.”

“I’m also sending Noir and Starlight 30 minutes after you land. Just in case.” 

“That’s insulting,” Homelander said. He had his hands folded behind his back, ever the good soldier. “We don’t need them.”

“Then they’ll just be your extraction. Now go.” Neither of you moved. She made a waving gesture with her hands. “Go. Go!” 

-

“I can’t stand the show outfit,” you muttered. You adjusted your neck in your soldier outfit, which wasn’t exactly comfortable either. It was too tight in the wrong places but at least it provided you more protection from oncomers. Homelander was walking in front of you, scanning the area with disinterested eyes. Another job. At least he was with you. 

“It’s easy on the eyes.”

“And this one isn’t?” He shrugged. “I like your outfit. It’s bold. It’s iconic.” He smiled a bit, awkwardly, at the compliment. “I need a cape.”

“It’s a nuisance.” You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You love that cape.” The cape was his thing though and you knew he didn’t want you to stumble onto his territory. “But I digress. Do you want to get dinner after this?” 

He always had food by himself, on the road, going from one meeting or killing to another. Dinners with you were sacred and special to him. You always asked and you watched a silly movie he pretended to hate and he could tell you about his day and you listened. He couldn’t remember any other person who listened like you. 

“As long as there are no noodles.” He always got them stuck in his throat. It was embarrassing. 

“No noodles. Duly noted. We could always-” Your sentence was cut short by you keeling over. You clutched your stomach. It felt like you were being drained, like all of the sudden you were far more tired than you had been in years. It reminded you of being run ragged, like you had run a marathon you weren’t prepared for. 

“What? What is it?” Homelander grabbed your elbow, holding you up. It was like you hadn’t even seen him, let alone felt him touch you. You stood up straight, giving him a pained look. 

“He’s here.” 

Homelander turned around, searching the warehouse the two of you had entered. It was abandoned by city records and vast. Not many hiding places. Homelander’s eyes turned red with anger and concentration. 

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” He called. He let you go, not being able to focus on your pain. You stood up straight, trying to allow your body to adjust. You tried to keep up with him but he was walking with purpose. You looked around, a blur of pain around your eyes. You had never felt so weak. 

“John,” you murmured. He didn’t turn around. 

“What? Scared?” 

There was a crack behind you. You turned on your heels, watching, waiting. The pain was getting bearable as your body started to adjust to it. Perks of fast feeling. High pain tolerance. 

Homelander shot his lasers at an abandoned car. It exploded into fire. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“I don’t see anything!” he exclaimed. He turned to you. Just as he turned around, you saw someone come from behind the car, a gun in hand. Your eyes went wide. “You see-” 

You shoved him aside, taking the bullet intended for his head. 

It hit yours. 

It was like slow motion. He was stumbling and then you were down, a bullet between your eyes. The blood started to trickle down your forehead as you fell over onto the ground. He watched you fall backwards, eyes open in surprise. There was nothing going on behind them. 

He rushed forward to grab you before you hit the ground. 

On the bottom level of the warehouse, Starlight and Noir walked in. Ashley had sent them in only 10 minutes after the two of you. She was nervous, understandably so. Didn’t want to lose all four of you if you were separated and she knew that sending them afterwards was better for Homelander’s ego. 

“Do you hear that?” Starlight asked. She slowed to a stop as she listened closely. Some kind of whimpering. “It’s above us.” 

Noir looked up. Starlight started forward quickly, being followed by her Noir. 

When they reached the top floor they found a decapitated body at the feet of the stairs. A man with a gun was dead, two red dots between his chest burned through the skin. He still had his spinal cord dangling from his neck, clearly removed with force. 

In the middle of the room Starlight could see Homelander’s cape, sprawled on the ground. She could see your limp legs from behind him. He was shaking.

Annie had never seen him cry before. 

Noir approached before she even thought to. She wanted to call Maeve and ask her to come down in case Homelander decided to lash out but realized there was no time. If he hadn’t taken you somewhere…there was no pulse. 

She shared a glance with Noir. This was unsafe. 

“What happened?” Starlight asked quietly. There were tears streaming down his red cheeks. She wasn’t going to get a coherent answer. “We need to get help,” she said, even though she didn’t mean it. She just needed to say something. 

She had never seen The Homelander so broken. She thought about all the times before she saw him on the TV screen when she was growing up. Even now that she knew what he was, she held onto that shred of hope that he was like he had been on TV. She had never seen that in person, genuinely, until that very moment. When his shoulders shook and he was holding his only friend in his arms, wondering if she was really gone, if she was going to leave him alone. 

Annie never felt for Homelander until then. 

She shared a glance with Noir. He gave her nothing, he never did. 

“It should’ve been me,” he whispered. As Annie slowly approached she saw the bullet between your eyes. Your expressionless face was haunting. Annie saw dead people but she never saw those she cared about. She was reminded of Hughie. Homelander was holding his Hughie. “It was meant to be me.” 

Annie could give him no solace. She worried he would level the city for you. Maeve would try to remove him completely but she wasn’t strong enough for that. She would just have to let him stand there until your body got cold or he came to his senses that you weren’t going to wake up. 

Then you woke up. 

It was subtle, a slight breath. He hardly noticed it over his own drama but Starlight saw it. Her eyes went wide. Then you coughed, the bullet falling onto the other side of your head. Your head had healed itself, just like that. You squinted up at Homelander, unable to remember what had happened and why he was holding you. 

Your movement startled him. He tried to find a clear vision in his eyeline, something to blur away the tears. You brought your hand up and wiped them away. 

“I’m okay,” you said, voice dry. “I’m alright.” 

“But-but you-” he stumbled. 

“I’m okay.” It hurt, sure. You could feel the remnant of pain in your head, like your nerves hadn’t quite got the memo you were alive. You sat up and he threw his arms around you. The superstrength almost suffocated you but you were content with putting your arms around him too. 

You saw the big bad dead on the  other side of the room, between Annie and Noir. You shared a look with them. Annie was wiping tears from her eyes. You must have been dead for longer than you thought. 

“I’m okay,” you said again, this time for the two of them. Annie nodded. Homelander needed a moment. She gestured for Noir to follow her out. They collected the remaining body parts of the villain and left. 

Homelander let you go just enough to see your face. 

“I thought you were dead.” 

He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. 

“Can’t get rid of me that easily big guy,” you whispered. He wanted to cry some more, now that the floodgates were open. But he took a deep breath, allowing himself to even. You were still in his arms and that’s where you wanted to remain for the moment. It was safe here. “Are you okay?” 

“Fine,” he promised. He stood up, much to your dismay. He helped you stand, which took some wobbling. It was like you had just been born again. 

“Can you fly us out of here? I don’t know if I can walk,” you admitted. He nodded, quickly. 

“Of course. Hop on.” You made a sly smile and he rolled his eyes. You let him pick you up and carry you away, through the sunlit sky. 

-

Vought confirmed that you were okay. They triple checked your vitals but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You had sacrificed yourself for Homelander and you had lived. It was a curious thought, one not many people understood. They wanted to test your limits further but you vetoed it for the moment. You would rather not die over and over for the sake of science. 

Homelander decided he wanted to be on every mission you were on here on out. He would make up for that mistake time and time again. 

Sitting in his apartment, a place you were used to and practically lived in, was homey. Your ‘recovery’ was spent here. He had brought you some blankets from your room. The kindness from him was uncharacteristic but welcomed. 

He vowed if he couldn’t protect himself from Vought he would protect you. 

He would protect you and your silly movie nights and matching banquet outfits. 

He would have his life with you, Vought or not.

#homelander x reader #homelander x fem!reader #homelander imagines #the boys imagines

[mayfieldss]

Hello! I have a headcanon request for Frenchie! This is a but of a "suggestive" ask so if its to "smutty" please delete it!!! Can I request reader out of the absolute blue just slapping his ass, like reader and him are in the "hideout"? (Idk what to call where they stay) alone and he's walking past her and she just does it 😭😭

I am SOO sorry. I didn't see the fact that you wanted these in headcannons until after i wrote the full thing. (Also, I can't remember what to call where they stay either)

Unexpected - Frenchie

Content Warnings; language, sexual innuendos.

Being in the bunker 24.7 isn't fun. It's dark and bland, and after a while, there is very little to do. The people are just as tiring, and while they aren't exactly boring, frustration can grow when trapped and in wait for freedom.

"I'm hungry." It's something you've said repeatedly for multiple days in a row, and you would die for a proper meal that didn't consist of packaged chips and canned food.

"We know, Mon Coeur." Frenchie is hard at work on some kind of invention, though he would love to make you something. He wished he had the freedom and ingredients to make you something substantial, though he doesn't have much considering how long you've been down here. MM had gone on a food run an hour ago, and he had yet to come back with anything worth chewing.

Frenchie moves toward you, with the intention of shifting past the couch to the TV, but something stops him, something startling. He doesn't entirely register what's happened until he turns back to you, your hands cupping your mouth as if you are just as shocked by what you've done.

"Did you just..." He's unsure how to go about this, and he's sure you'd just slapped his arse as he walked by.

"I'm so sorry." There's a small shocked chuckle in your words, nerves creeping within the tone as the silence settles between you both.

Frenchie thinks it over before moving back toward you, pulling you to your feet from the couch. "As confused as that has made me, I do not entirely mind." He's smiling just a little, your hands within his own, and you think he might kiss you if given the chance. He's thought about it, but he won't. Not yet.

Frenchie finds it all humerous, though, how the boredom of being trapped so hopelessly in the bunker can bring small hints of possible romance to the surface. For now, you'll have to wait and see.

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Stardust in my eyes (Homelander x Reader)

Also available on Ao3: stardust in my eyes - UnluckyAmulet - The Boys (TV 2019) [Archive of Our Own]

Sometimes, working for Vought just gets to be too goddamn much. Which is why that fateful day, you and a couple of friends had gone to get lunch and in the corner of the canteen for worker bee drones, things went from gossiping about random drama between colleagues to playing an oldie but goldie. You and your friend Claire had been playing Smash or Pass for the past ten minutes and you'd gone through damn nearly every person you knew at work. Obviously, it was all good fun, and you were being careful not to be too loud about it, but as you picked at your lunch, Claire decided to up the ante a bit. Now, it was Smash or Pass: Supe edition. Specifically, you were talking about the Seven. You’d already done A-train and Starlight, both of which you’d said Pass to, while Claire said Smash to both. "Okay, so how about...The Deep?" she said. You made a face. "Ew. Pass." "How come?" "Firstly, he smells of fish.” You say, slurping on your drink. “Like, constantly. Secondly, I heard a rumour he made an intern cry because he was rubbing his crotch against her ass on the elevator ride up, so yeah, no. If I wanted a fucking creep, I could go to any dive bar in the city." “Ew, I didn’t know that last thing.” Claire says, making a face. “Okay, fine, I’m changing my answer to pass too.” You snort, and she points at you. “Hey, don’t judge me! It’s not my fault you’re so picky you’ve said no to like everyone.” "I'm not picky, I'm selective." you counter. "It's not my fault you'd let the Seven pass you around like a Christmas present." Claire scoffs but she can't argue - she's said Smash to way more people than you have, not just Supes or co-workers. "Queen Maeve?" "Pass." "What?!" Claire shrieks. "Why?!" "Because unlike you, I don't have a mommy kink." you say, rolling your eyes. "I dunno, she's not my type. Plus, she always acts so damn bored by everything - she'd probably just expect you to get her off and then kick you out of bed and play fucking Candy Crush or something. No thanks, I don't want to do all the hard work." "Okay, okay...what about Homelander?" You pause.

Okay, that one isn't quite so simple. The Deep, A-Train, Starlight and Queen Maeve were all a fairly straightforward "no" and you haven't gotten to Black Noir yet, but somehow the answer eludes you. Homelander seems so far removed from normal human with their normal, squishy desires that it's difficult to even imagine having sex with him. You're sure you've never seen him out of that costume of his, either. But you're definitely considering it... "You're taking way too long to answer~" Claire singsongs. "Don’t tell me you’ve got a boner for that sexy cape?” "Firstly, shut up. And secondly, yeah, okay, he's attractive but like..." you paused as you try to organise your thoughts, wondering what made you hesitate, except for the whole 'Almighty symbol of America who can shoot lasers from his eyes' thing. "I kinda feel like I'd be getting it on with someone's dad?" You had no idea how old Homelander was, only that he was definitely older than you. Plus, there was his vaguely patriarchal vibe when he addressed the adoring public, like he was steering them onto the right path or something. Not that you exactly opposed to sleeping with older men, per se, but you’d prefer to know how much older somebody was first.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Claire says thoughtfully, chewing on her sandwich as you both stand up to toss your wrappers away and get back to work. “There’s something a little fake about him. And he probably says ‘God bless America’ when he comes or something.” You nearly spit out the last of your soda, and bubbles go up your nose, which makes you hack and cough from an effort of not cackling, pounding your fist on your chest. “Fucking hell, you’re the worst!” you say, giving her arm a playful shove. She smirks and shrugs. “Just being honest. Anyway, we’re not done playing yet. Black Noir?" You think about it. "Smash." ~ You were about to head back to your desk with Claire when Ashley suddenly comes clacking up to you both with her usual harried expression on her face. Some days you feel like she's maybe a hair's breadth away from having a nervous breakdown, and you'd nearly feel bad for her if she wasn't so annoying. You can't pretend you haven't seen her, either, because she calls your name. You make a face at Claire, then turn to Ashley as she approaches. "Hey! I'm glad I caught you. Listen, the Seven have a meeting later on this afternoon but I don’t have time to put their itinerary in the meeting room, can you do it and just make sure everything looks presentable before then?” You suppress the flicker of irritation - what do you look like, a Janitor? "Uh, sure, I guess. It's just the desks, right?" "Yeah, everything else has been taken care of!" Ashley says, looking a little calmer at confirming that nearly every other matter is all perfectly sorted and pencilled into her little schedule. "Thanks so much!" She goes clicking off and you exchange a confused glance with Claire. "That was weird. Why did she ask you specifically?" Claire said. "I have no idea, but at least it'll only take me like five minutes." you sigh. "I'll be back soon." ~

The conference room is so fucking big that you take a second to just stand there and gawk at the panoramic view of the city through the windows, before you snap to attention. You don't want to linger in here - even if you're just here to straighten up the table before the Supes get here for whatever big important meeting they have. You still think it's weird Ashley told you to do it, and it feels even odder to be in here alone. Like you're trespassing. "Let's just get this over with..." you mutter to yourself, crossing the room and beginning to put the piles of papers on each table, starting from Starlight's seat and working your way around. After a few minutes you relax. It's even a little nice, getting a couple of moments away from everyone else. Vought is a massive office building but there's nowhere to be really alone - people are always sneaking out the fire escapes for a smoke, the toilets have gossiping employees, the canteen full of people with differing lunch shifts, etc. There's always a buzz, always endless humming in the background. You've compared the place to a beehive before for good reason. You're just about done, wondering if by doing this, Ashley was testing you or something - maybe she wanted to see you could be trusted in here, and now you've basically finished, you've passed and she might think about putting in a good word for you to the higher-ups, when a voice damn near give you a heart attack: "Lost in thought?" You shriek and drop the handful of papers you were holding. When you look around, the Homelander is standing there. You didn't even hear him come in. For a minute you're so startled you just stare at him - it's like seeing a snow leopard, something impossibly exotic and rare, and the fact he's even talking to you is even more of a surprise. Your heart is pounding loudly in your chest, and you wonder if he can hear it - he's smiling like you've just told a good joke. "Oh, Homelander!" you say, because it's what he tells all the staff they should call him, pressing a hand to your chest. "You scared me. Um, I can leave, I'm pretty much done here." His familiar smile only widens, and he gestures with a flick of his wrist. "Don't let me stop you. Might as well finish up what you came to do, right?" You awkwardly smile in response, unsure of what else to say, and go to grab the papers you dropped, blood rushing through your ears. You're hyperaware of him in the room, where he rightfully belongs, while you just wound up here because Ashley needed somebody to do some last-second grunt work. When you put the stack of files on Black Noir's desk and pointlessly straighten them, Homelander speaks again, pacing a little closer. "You know...you should probably be a little more careful about what you talk about with your friends while you're in the building." You freeze. Oh shit. "I mean...I guess you had no way of knowing who was listening, but...well, let's just say, it was pretty hard not to tune in, you know?" Oh my god. You went to melt through the floor. You straighten up to watch Homelander, who has an expression that's slightly chiding but amused, like you're a little kid who's learned a new swear word or something. He doesn't seem angry, but the thought he overheard you and Claire paying fucking Smash or Pass is enough to ignite your anxiety like a spark to gunpowder. "I-"

"I gotta say, you're not wrong about The Deep - he does fucking stink of fish," Homelander says conspiratorially. "Your little friend didn't seem to mind that, but she said Smash to nearly everyone. You though - you didn't seem interested in anyone besides Black Noir - I'll have to let him know, I don't think he's seeing anyone right now. Though who fucking knows, with that guy?" You feel like it's probably not the time to point out you did also admit you thought he was hot. You've got to do some damage control, here. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean - I wouldn't have said that if I didn't think it was being overheard." you blurt out hurriedly. This is a disaster. You want to strangle Claire, the fucking game was her dumb idea in the first place, she's the one who should be getting told off by Homelander, not you! "It- it was just a stupid game to pass the time." He cocks his head. "Was it?"

"I mean...it's not like...you're not..." you say, babbling like a fucking lunatic, doing anything you can to backpedal out of this. This has to be a dream - a fucked-up one. "You guys are Supes, so it's a totally moot point anyway! I-You- you were dating Queen Maeve until recently, right? It's not like you'd want to...I mean, we're just normal people and you're..." "Oh, I don't know about that." Homelander says, his tone almost jaunty, stepping a little closer. His hands are tucked behind his back, which makes you nervous, because you can't tell what he's going to do with them. "Let's see what we're working with here. Turn around." "What?" you splutter. "Go on." Homelander says, making a circular motion with his finger. "Do a spin for me." You feel queasy, like you need to go pop an antacid tablet, but what can you do? If he wanted to, he could well have you fired. Or chased out of town. Or maybe even deported. Who knows? You'd probably deserve it, to be honest - what the hell were you thinking, letting Claire rope you into that stupid Smash or Pass game?! Of course, you had no idea he was in the building at the time and could hear you, but still! Slowly you turn all the way around, aware of Homelander's eyes on you the entire time, heart pounding in your chest. When you turn back to him, his head is tilted slightly, mouth parted like he was about to say something. "Huh." was all that came out.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from demanding to know what 'huh' means. Unfortunately for you, he decides to share. "You know...the dress code for you people isn't very flattering, is it?" he muses. "I hadn't thought about it before. But you...huh. I think you've got a lot more going on under there." He gestures at you, a kind of 'go on' hand movement. "Take it off." It's not a suggestion, it's an order. A command. Your face prickles with shame, unable to quite grasp this is actually happening to you. And from Homelander - Mr. America himself. You're naive to be so shocked - around here, he may get treated like a god, but he's still just a man. "Go on." Homelander says, smiling, and you can't stop looking at those prominent canines. "Show me." You can't procrastinate further, lest he get impatient enough to strip you himself, or even worse, laser off your clothes or something. He probably wouldn't be overly bothered if he scorched your skin too, and the thought makes you sick. He could just use his X-ray vision if he wanted to, but that's not what this is. This is a punishment and you'd be stupid to make it any worse for yourself. You'll be lucky if you walk out of this room with your job. Your fingers shake as you unbutton your shirt and you keep peeking anxious glances at Homelander, but it's impossible to read his mood just by looking at him - his expression could be anything, bored or annoyed or merely waiting. It's eerie. He says nothing as you drop your shirt on the ground - you don't quite dare put it on the table or one of the chairs, so you're just grateful you know for a fact the floor has been vacuumed recently. But you can feel his never-wavering gaze on you like a weight as you keep going. You're down to your underwear and bend down to unzip your boots when he finally says something. "No, leave those."

You straighten up hurriedly, even though you really don't want to. This is beyond humiliating - America's golden boy is seeing you in just a bra and panties, for fuck's sake. They don't even match. Your face is burning and a squirming sensation writhes in the pit of your stomach, like you're about to pass out or puke or both. Homelander prowls around you like a lion, taking in everything from all angles, and you have to ball your hands into fists to stop yourself from covering yourself with your arms. You don't think you've ever felt so naked before, even if you're still technically clothed. His boots click as he comes to a stop right behind you. "You're shaking." Homelander mocks you, his breath hot on your neck. You can feel the heat of him right behind you, like you're standing right in front of a sun lamp. "Yeah," you say in one breath, even though you didn't think he was looking for a verbal response. He spins you around to face him, his grip bruisingly strong on your upper arms. He's smiling like he's won something, and his eyes slide down to your tits, eyelashes casting tiny shadows across his cheeks. "Yeah," he says softly, more to himself than you. "I'd fuck you." The words barely have time to register in your shellshocked brain before he's on you. His hand tangles in your hair to jerk your head back and you let out a squeak of pain, but it's muffled by his mouth on your, hot and vicious and unyielding. There's nothing tender about the kiss - he kisses you like he wants to devour you, a growl in the back of his throat that honest-to-god make your knees buckle. He's not shy about feeling you up either, hands roaming over your body like it’s a toy that he’s just ripped the wrapping paper off of, manhandling you however he wants and all you can really do is go with it, heart pounding like a goddamn jackhammer. This has gotten so out of hand so quickly that it’s dizzying trying to make sense of any of it. …So why is a little part of you enjoying this? Just why is there a wet patch pooling at the crotch of your panties and your skin erupting in tingles wherever he touches you? He snaps your bra open, ruining the clasp, and wastes no time in fondling your tits, the material dragging over your sensitive skin breaking them out in goosebumps. They’re fucking soft against his palms, hands that have killed, killed and killed again, but here he is massaging your tits like they’re priceless objects. He lowers his face and runs his tongue over them, and you nearly collapse right then and there – it’s like a fucking livewire pressed straight to your skin. He hums in approval at how responsive you are, teasing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Apparently Homelander is a tits guy – that’s definitely never come up in any interviews before. Why are you finding yourself so fucking humiliated and wanting him to do more? Knowing you can’t do anything to stop him? Homelander pulls back for air and slowly swipes his tongue across his bottom lip – the taste of your lipgloss lingers, something sweet that makes him hard, dick pressing against his suit. You stare back at him, caught in the fragile place between lust and disgust. He likes that look on you, hair all messed up, pupils blown wide until there’s barely any iris left, just a thin circle of colour wrapped around blackness, and your lips look red-raw and swollen from his rough mouth. He smirks. “Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this,” he teases, sliding a hand down to your hip and squeezing. “You like getting ordered around, huh? Like being told what to do?” He doesn’t give you time to confirm or deny it – a second later he’s casually shoving his hand into your underwear, smirking as your mouth drops open in disbelief, his fingertips teasing against your slit. It drives a moan from your mouth, and he grins, holding you in place with his free hand, like he knows you’re tempted to bolt.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he hisses, plunging his fingers deeper inside your cunt and you gasp, making a pointless grab at his arm – to steady yourself, to get your bearings, you don’t know. “I think you were lying before – Pass, my ass. I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked. Do you go home and fuck yourself thinking about me?”

“Homelander…” you moan, you can’t help it. Your head is swimming and his fingers are so thick and he’s relentless, pushing and pushing you without a care in the world about what might happen. Whether it’ll break you or not.

“Go on,” he whispers, working his fingers in and out of you, clamping you to his chest with an arm around your back so he can watch the emotions flashing across your face like his own personal picture show. “Say my name.” “Nn- Homelander!” “Louder.” “Homelander!” And then, as it starts to get fucking unbearable, the intoxicating fog blanketing your brain rendering you unable to concentrate on anything else, when you’re gonna fucking cum all over his fingers, he stops. Pulls his hand free. Your expression drops, surprise and outrage making your eyes snap to him. “Wha-?” “Didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” he all but purrs, clearly taking deep amusement in your bewilderment. “You fucking desperate little slut. You’ll come with I say you can.” He makes a show of wiping his slick-coated glove off on the back of The Deep’s chair, before he looks back down at you and something in his gaze makes you stand stock-still, a classic prey response to being stared at by a predator. “Now,” he says, and there’s no forced geniality in his voice anymore, his tone not far away from being a growl. “What was it I said a minute ago?”

Oh, jesus christ. You think, which you’re pretty sure wasn’t what he was aiming for. “Aah, yeah, I remember now,” he says, nodding. “I said I’d fuck you.” The room spins as he abruptly grabs you and aggressively turns you round, and next thing you know you’re bent forwards over the very desk you’d just spent the last fifteen minutes tidying – he only needs one hand pressing down on your back to hold you down. You hear his ragged breathing and the sound of his belt being loosened, and you squeak as he yanks down your underwear like he’s personally offended by them – you’re sure you hear something rip – and he’s back against you, so hot it’s like a furnace and oh shit, wait, he’s going in raw?! You grab pointlessly at what’s in front of you, papers crumpling in your sweaty fists. He does not go gentle as he thrusts into you and all you can do is make a strangulated keening noise – he’s so thick, filling you up and stretching you out. You bury your face into your forearms, muffling your gasps and squeaking against your skin because the noises he’s driving from you are making you want to combust with embarrassment. Not that he can’t hear them anyway – he’s made the fact he has superhearing more than plain, after all. But he can’t help finding it endearing you’d even bother to try hiding it – like anybody would dare walk in and interrupt him right now. Not after he specifically told Ashley to keep everyone away from the meeting room while he dealt with you. “Fuck, you’re tight…” Homelander growls as he thrusts into you, his own words being drowned out by moaning of his own. “So fuckin’…” You stare at the doors across from you, terrified somebody’s going to come in and see you like this, getting fucked by Homelander like a bitch in heat – he hasn’t even taken off his gloves but here you are, only the straps of your bra and a pair of over-the-knee boots covering you. Homelander removes the hand from your back and grips your hips with enough force that you yelp in pain – it’s nothing close to what he could really do, but you know you’re going to have hand-shaped marks there later. Not that you care much with how he’s fucking you with total abandon now, and each stroke of his cock drives you closer and closer to your breaking point and you cling onto the table with one hand like it’s going to help you somehow. “Still feel like you’re fuckin’ someone’s dad?” Homelander taunts you as his thrusts start to get sloppier, more erratic, and you groan to have your words thrown back at you. “No, no, Homelander, I- “ He pinches your clit and rolls it between his fingertips, and you keen out loud, nearly sobbing with pleasure and pain at the same time. Your head is buzzing with the stimulation, trapped between so many sensations, terror of getting caught, of getting so close to relief, panic that he’ll go too far and break something, of what he’ll do with you when he’s finished… “No, no,” he chides you, clicking his tongue like you’ve given him the wrong answer in a quiz. “Call me daddy, if that’s how you see me.” Is he serious? You have no idea if he means it or if he’s just being a bastard, but a particularly hard thrust that actually nudges both you and the table forwards has you saying it anyway, babbling like a lunatic. “Sorry- agh- daddy, fuck, that feels so good-!” “Thassit…nnh…I’m gonna…fuck you full of my cum…” he pants and it sends a bizarre buzz of pride through you that you managed to make a Supe short of breath. “And you’re gonna take all of it, aren’t you? Take all of my cum…”

Like you have a choice, since he didn’t bother to put any protection on. But you’re too lost in your own orgasm to care, the force of it rendering you utterly blissed out, too busy riding that glorious, tingling high to care much about anything else going on, even if you can’t ignore the hot, sticky flood as he comes, and fuck there’s so much of it, how are you going to go back to work like this?? Homelander makes a sound between a groan and a snarl as he comes and you know you’ll be hearing that noise in your dreams.

Finally, it stops. For a moment neither of you move or speak, except for panting breaths, and you want to look behind you to see what mood he’s in now, but you don’t quite dare. He moves away and you slump onto the floor, because you’d really rather not have your naked ass just there on display across the table. You feel blindly across the floor for your skirt and tug it on as Homelander tucks himself back into his suit and sniffs once, swiping a hand through his hair. You can’t find your fucking underwear, you realise with a stab of panic – he must have literally ripped them straight off you, so you wouldn’t be able to put them back on anyway, so you just shove your arms through your shirt and try in vain to button it with trembling fingers.

“Tell Ashley the room’s ready now,” Homelander says, and his voice is impersonal, like he’s done nothing more than take care of some trivial order of business. You can only nod and get to your feet, wobbly as a newborn deer. Homelander smirks as he watches you from the side of his eye, you look so pathetic and off-balance he’s almost tempted to fuck you again, but he does have work to get back to. You’re off the hook – for now. When you get to the doors, you pause and look back at him. It would probably be better to just leave with whatever semblance of dignity you still have intact, but you have to ask him.

"Um...do I... I mean like...I still have a job, right?" you hedge nervously. "What?" Homelander glances over at you laughs, like this is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. "Did you think I was going to hand you your fucking notice?" Yes? No? You had no idea what he was going to do. But you just shrug, because it seems safer than speaking. He scoffs and gives his head a shake, but his gaze drags down your body and your stomach clenches again, despite what’s just happened. “Run along and get back to work like a good girl,” he says softly, but loud enough you can hear every word just fine. “I think we’ll be seeing each other again real soon.” You can’t muster a response to that, so you just nod and hurry out, trying your utmost not to break into a run, lest he be tempted to give chase. You pass a mirror on your way down the corridor and the sight makes you freeze. You look like you’ve been mauled by a wild animal, and you can smell Homelander’s cologne all over you. You probably reek of sex. You’re not sure how far that is from the truth, to be honest. Hopefully you can make it to the toilets on this floor without anybody seeing you and tidy yourself up a bit – you can’t go back to your desk like this. And you can only hope to god nobody finds your discarded panties in there because Ashley would likely figure out how and why they got there. At least I still have my job. You think, even if you know it will never be the same now – you’ll never be able to look at Homelander, or any of his posters or action figures or T-shirts – without thinking about his hands on you, of him watching you strip with that hungry look on his face, ever again. Maybe it will fade in time, maybe not. Maybe Homelander has fucked half the people in the building on equally flimsy pretenses, or you could be the first time he’s indulged himself like this. He might forget all about you, or you could forever be known as ‘that mouthy assistant I fucked once’. You have no idea.

And that’s maybe the scariest thing of all – not knowing what comes next. ~ Meanwhile, Homelander stands in the meeting room, awaiting the rest of the Seven to enter. In his hand he toys with the now-ruined pair of underwear you’d had on earlier – you were so fucked out you hadn’t even him notice him swipe them off the floor. He’ll hang onto them as a…souvenir, if you will.

His superhearing picks up the sounds of the others approaching, and he turns, plastering on a smile as he approaches his desk. A tongue swipes across his bottom lip, a lingering taste of that sweet flavour – cinnamon or butterscotch, something that reminds him of dessert – only sealing your fate further.

After all, when you get a taste of something like that, why wouldn’t you go back for a second bite?

#Homelander x Reader #Homelander x You #The Boys (2019) #The Boys imagines #Fanfiction #Blogging #Writings #Smut #PWP

[geminigengar]

i deserve a fic where, instead of like the ones where soldier boy is a misogynistic asshole and still gets to hit, one where he slips up even once and and y/n shuts that shit down so quick, tiktok audio "abort mission, he not big enough to ride this ride, he cannot handle a stallion."

and especially bc i think he'd be obsessed w the reader after,

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boys #the boys imagines #the boys x reader #my writing prompts

[mlmxreader]

Don't Touch What Doesn't Belong To You | Black Noir x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: "I'm sorry, is there a reason you're flirting with my boyfriend?" and “C’mon, you love me, really.” With Black noir?

summary: Noir has to fight tooth and nail to be able to take you to public events, but as much as he does love to have you there, he can’t deny that he does also have a slight jealous streak when it comes to certain people. 

tws: jealousy, swearing 

word count: 1114

Noir wasn’t the jealous type for no reason, he wasn’t jealous and possessive simply because he wanted to be or because he felt any particular kind of claim over you, no, if anything he was only jealous and only possessive if and when he had to be. And that, if he was honest, was rare; it always came as a surprise when Noir got jealous, but it was always towards the same two suspects. Homelander and Deep. When those two so much as looked your way, Noir was pulling you as close as he possibly could, sometimes even daring to lift up his mask so that his mouth was exposed, giving him the opportunity to bite and kiss at your neck, claiming you as his; but then the second they left, he was going back to being gentle with you again, soft touches and tender mumbles, even daring to laugh a little at your silly jokes and to let you slip one hand under his mask so that you could give him an earbud and let him listen to whatever it was you were playing. It was like a switch had gone off, and he suddenly became an entirely different person.

Often, if you were Vought events, such as premiers, he had to fight tooth and nail to bring you along with him; squabbling with Ashley over emails until she eventually caved and told him to fuck off. She didn’t like you, she never did, she didn’t think that you were marketable enough, she didn’t think that some nobody was good enough to be putting in the magazines and the papers and on television; she didn’t like you, and she made it very well known - but even she had to obey orders given to her by Stan Edgar, and when Noir went running to him about letting you be his date to those events, not even Ashley could say no, as much as she really wanted to. She couldn’t stand it, knowing that she would have to allow you to go, and would complain and grumble at you the entire time that you were there if you ever crossed her path. 

While attending one such event, though, you had left Noir for all of ten minutes so that you could go and chat to Maeve about something that you had been meaning to bring up with her, when you noticed that a photographer had gotten a little bit too close to Noir; you clenched your jaw, excusing yourself with a shake of the head before daring to walk over, taking Noir’s arm in yours as you smiled forcibly at them. 

“I’m sorry, is there a reason you’re flirting with my boyfriend? Or do you blush and hold the biceps of every Supe you come across?” 

The photographer swallowed thickly, opening their mouth to speak but then closing it again, eyes wide as they watched Noir sneak his arm around you to pull you closer, pressing his forehead against your neck. Admittedly, they did regret flirting with him, and they frowned as they sighed. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

“You are goddamn right it will not. Now, jog on,” you grinned, not even getting your moment in glory of seeing them run away with their tail between their legs as Noir dragged you behind one of the big promotional posters, lifting up his mask just enough to expose his mouth. 

He hooked his arms around your neck while you cradled his face in your hands, pulling him closer and grinning when he finally kissed you; it was harsh and desperate and you could feel the desperation in how he had you, you could tell that he was struggling so hard to keep himself held back and to not kiss you like that on the red carpet; he couldn’t do that just yet, the one thing that he couldn’t yet get anyone to agree to, letting him kiss his own damn significant other. He pulled away, pulling his mask down and grumbling quietly, pressing his forehead against yours gently, not wanting to accidentally knock you with his tough helmet. 

You smiled, daring to slowly and softly trace his jaw, a soft hum coming from the back of your throat. “I love you so goddamn much.” 

Noir nodded, pulling away completely and offering you his hand, giving it a little swing as he walked back out with you; he paused, posing for a picture with you and quite happily, quite smugly, holding up the hand that was holding yours as he waved. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he could see Homelander approaching, instinctively stepping a little front of you, getting between you and his teammate as he clenched his jaw tightly. 

“(y/n)!” Homelander called, putting on a happy and friendly face if only for the pictures. If only because looking like he was nice to you, a normal person, made him look good. “Hi!” 

He went to hug you, arms outstretched and a terrifyingly convincing grin on his face, but Noir stopped him, putting his hand on his chest and shaking his head slowly; a mere warning, and Homelander seemed to get the hint, backing up and showing his gloved palms. 

“Thank you,” you muttered in Noir’s ear, prompting him to nod a little as he stared at Homelander. “Can we, uh, can we go stand with A Train and Annie? Please?”

Noir pulled out his phone, daring to type a little message to the supposed leader of the Seven, trying not to ask so smug beneath his mask as he showed him the screen. 

“Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.” 

“Noir,” you grumbled, pulling at his arm a little. “Noir, can we go over there, now, please?”

Again, Noir nodded, shoving Homelander aside as he guided you over to the quieter and more private little area where A Train and Starlight were standing; you sighed heavily, relief flooding you, as you put your arm around him and stayed close to his side. He pulled his phone out again, showing you the screen after he had typed out his little message. 

“Fucking Homelander should know you don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you…” 

“I really do love you, so fucking much, y’know,” you told him, grinning as you dared to kiss the nose part of his mask. He recoiled a little, a soft growl coming from the back of his throat as he shook his head slowly. “C’mon, you love me, really.” 

He started to type on his phone again. 

“I don’t doubt that. It was cute 2 see you jealous earlier, tho”

“Yeah?” You mused, raising a brow. 

“Yeah <3”

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[halcyon-writings]

Moment of Repose

pairing: billy butcher/reader

notes/cw: none (save for butcher's bad habits /lh), after 84 years,,,, the request for anon is done. I am very sorry for the wait, the writer's block was really kicking my ass LMAO and ngl I liked the request bc lowkey it was challenging bc it was difficult to picture him as like,,, soft, when the man is quite literally the opposite, but I hope that it worked out

nav.

Billy Butcher is, in no way, soft. Edges that are far too sharp, too untrusting prevent such a thing. Trust that was hard to earn and easily lost at the drop of a hat did that to you. 

Billy Butcher is not soft. Something that even he insists upon, at least when pressed about it. He was cordial enough to those he worked with at best, and at worst, he would be downright vulgar to anyone else. 

So what made you different? Was it your relaxed demeanor? (In comparison to Butcher, anyone looked leagues calmer than he could ever be.) Was it the way you were practically unphased whenever he would slip into a string of curses when someone got on his nerves? Or was it the fact that you could read him like an open book? (No one said that last part out loud though, lest they risk his ire being directed at them.)

You supposed that the secret to seeing a soft or gentle facet of Billy Butcher was one that you would keep to yourself till the end of time. Or whatever other cliche bullshit he would say it was.

Such as right now, when Butcher basically running off of fumes and you had all but taken away his gun, any backup knives and blunt objects he kept on his person in case the gun failed, and his keys. Certainly, he could hotwire said car, seeing as how even a soft breeze could knock the thing over, but the image of your neutral face of displeasure made an uncomfortable feeling stir in his gut (it was that or the expired frozen dinner he ate, with him convincing himself that it was still good). Even with his protests, which were weak for the most part, Butcher was convinced to rest, or at least even take a nap under your watch.

So that left you to watch over the man as he slept for the first time in days, while everyone else in this little team of yours had taken that as an excuse for a free day.

M.M. had gone to see his daughter (and you slipped him some cash to get some flowers for his ex-wife but that was another secret of yours). Kimiko and Frenchie had decided to run errands, such as picking up things for actual food to cook rather than the frozen dinners Butcher would insist upon to “save” money, and you could only keep your fingers crossed that whatever damages that had appeared on the evening news were minimal at best. You cherished the pair dearly as friends, however, their penchant for chaos was unmatched. Finally, Hughie, you had guessed, had gone out on his own, sneaking off to see his date and you snickered as he stammered through an excuse.

“Just go on, you don’t wanna leave her waiting, do you?” A teasing bit to your voice makes the boyish man scramble up the steps and you hear the door to the shop open and shut in quick succession. 

So while Butcher snored away the afternoon, you had decided to read. Enjoying the silence that had come with most of the bases’ occupants being gone for the moment, occasionally interrupted by a snore here or there. 

Of course, you sometimes could not help but shift uncomfortably. With Butcher all but caging you in with his giant head on your lap, arms around your waist, you were at least glad you did not have to go to the bathroom yet. Despite your inner protests, you couldn’t help but feel a little pleased, who knew that Billy Butcher could be as soft and sweet during his sleep? 

Occasionally you reach down, smoothing the frown on his face so that he could at least relax again, his nose would twitch, and you curiously guess what he dreamed about. Maybe he had had some weird dream. Perhaps something ridiculous like Homelander actually being a responsible Supe. Or being right that eating an expired frozen dinner was the correct thing to do… maybe you should take him to urgent care for that. But then again if it took as much convincing as it did to get the man to rest his eyes for an hour or two, you would have to prepare the big guns. 

As you attempted to steer your focus back on the book in your hands, it was only a short moment that you could feel Butcher begin to stir. Well, it seemed that you could not get a chance to keep reading, as you use an old receipt like a makeshift bookmark. 

He sits up, groggy for a moment, you almost think it was cute if it weren’t for the kind of person he was.

“What day is it?”

“The same day that you took your nap,” You say helpfully. He curses. 

“Feel like shit…” Mumbling incoherently into his hands, almost like a bad hungover. 

“You kind of look it too,” You chirp, “But that’s what happens when you don’t get a proper amount of sleep.”

He sends you a sleepy glare, but there is no heat behind it. You reciprocate by giving him a bright smile. You expect him to stand up, getting back to whatever sort of chaos that would have Vought scramble for some PR recovery, instead, you’re pleasantly surprised when all he does is lay back down, this time using his signature jacket as a makeshift blanket. 

Once again, the silence is met with his snoring as he falls back into slumber. 

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[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

DOIN’ TIME ( Homelander x Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! <3

  pairing: Homelander x Villian! Fem! Reader

  prompt: "Compared to my usual crowd, you’re nothing", Doin’ Time by Lana Del Rey

word count: 300+ words

The first time she met the psychotic blonde, she immediately knew he’d be a pain in her ass. Of course they were only eighteen at the time and didn’t know to what extent it would go. She thought  it was going to be a one time thing. The Vought American Consolidated or V.A.C. had promised her it would be. 

And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder..Harder, yeah, harder, yeah..

She’d go around causing havoc for a few weeks, they would introduce a new hero, he’d save the day, bla bla bla. Then, she’d be able to live in an undisclosed location for the rest of her days. But, life throws curveballs at you sometimes. Her curveball being the public reaction. 

She didn’t think she’d be forced to continue their little ‘feud’ for so long. That the public would eat up their fights and demand more. She didn’t know that meeting him that day would ruin the rest of her life. Forcing her to pretend to be the monster every thought she was.

Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely..

“Don’t you ever get tired of all of this?” He shakes his head, “I mean, how many times have we been through this.”

“How many times have I told you not to punch me in the face?” She argues back, glaring at him. 

“Oh please, did you see how they reacted? They loved it!” 

“Fuck you, John.” She growls, “I could have gotten killed out there!” 

Wiping her nose with the back of her hand, she goes to turn around the corner, when a hand grabs her shoulder. Slamming her against the wall, his eyes darken, the bright blue slowly turning a bright red. A shiver of fear runs down her spine. He wouldn’t actually try to kill her, would he? After everything they had been through. Did it not mean anything to him? 

Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely..

“I could kill you.” He growls, his eyes slowly fading back to blue.

“Compared to my usual crowd, you’re nothing.” She taunts, masking her fear with a smirk. “Besides, you need me. Unless you wanna fight some newbie?” 

“I could handle them.” He argues, tightening his grip on the collar of her shirt. 

“And what would the public think, John? You moving on from your long time nemesis? Would they still cheer you on? Even though I’m not there to make you look good anymore?” She argues, smiling as his jaw clenches.

The tension, it's getting hotter..

He doesn’t respond.

“Face it, John. You need me.” She taunts, leaning closer to face. “You need our little fights.”

His grip on her shirt loosens. His face fell slightly at her words. It was the truth. Since that very first day that they exchanged blows, they both needed each other. He needed her to look like the hero he was supposed to be. She needed him to get a life away from people. Slowly inching her hand to his own, she lays her hand on top of his, his fingers still grasping onto the spandex of her shirt.  

“Now be a good boy and let me go, John.” She purrs, “I’ve got a broken nose that I need to attend to.”

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[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

9 - Kidnapped

Prompt: #9 “Sounds like a you problem.”

Fandom: The Boys (Billy Butcher x Reader)

Word Count: 463 words.

Warnings: Kidnapping, death threat.

You shut your eyes close as soon as you feel the bag being pulled from your head, freeing your eyesight for the first time in the past three hours. You blink your eyes open, hissing when you feel the rope sting the skin around your wrists, and you can’t help but give out a confused look when you see four men standing in front of you.

“What?-Who are you?”

You had been expecting a supervillain of some sort. Someone you fought in the past, or maybe a quick scandalous kidnapping planned by your bosses so one of your “superhero friends” could come and save you, maybe to give the new girl some good reputation. But these men, you’ve never seen them before-

“Hey, Supe girl.” The man closest to you speaks up, his lips curling into a cruel smile behind his heavy beard. “Got some questions for you.”

Your blood ran cold when he points a gun at your head, and your eyes widen in surprise.

“And you’re gonna answer them nicely, okay?”

“… Or what?” You straighten your back, your fingers taking a hold of your ropes to see if you can get out of them. “You’re gonna kill me?”

“Oh, we’re gonna kill you either way.” His smile seems to widen for a moment as he ignores the looks given by the other three, and he tilts his head at you. “But if you answer my questions, I promise to make it as less painful as possible.”

You can’t help but give out a laugh, trying to hide the fear hiding in your throat. “Kill me? You look like an ordinary man to me. Not quite sure you’ll be able to accomplish that.”

“She’s right, Billy.” One of the men, the skinniest of them, gives Billy a skittish look. “You know nothing can touch her. That bullet will go right through her. She’s… immaterial.”

“For now.” Billy slightly loses his smirk, his eyes staring at your face with anger in them. “But Frenchie here will find a way…  right, Frenchie? I mean, you did create these ropes, and they seem to keep her contained.”

Your heart drops as you realize that he’s right; you can’t free yourself from these ropes. The smallest of the men gives out a scoff, an accent rolling of his tongue as he speaks a language you don’t know.

“Mais bien sûr.”

“You’re not gonna get away with this.” You thin your lips, your breathing getting heavier. “If you kill me, and Homelander learns about this-”

“Sounds like a you problem.” Billy takes off the gun’s security, and his smile returns. “Now… be a good girl and our questions.”

Somehow, you get the feeling that you’re not going to get away with this as easily as before.

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[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine Butcher choosing you over Becca

“Becca, I can’t go with you.”

“I’m not leaving without you Billy.” Becca begged as Hughie’s hand jetted out to you, knowing you were fighting back the forming tears as Butcher looked up at you.

“Becca, I can’t leave with you, I am not a good influence to have…”

“You are fine to have around Ryan, he will love you.” Becca pleaded as he shut his eyes.

“Damn it Becca, I can’t go with you cause I don’t love you like I did.” Butcher’s voice was pained as he looked from her eyes to yours, neither one of you ever made anything official, he’ll he had never even said that he loved you before… but that look was all it took.

“What… Billy I don’t…”

“I didn’t lie… that night I said you saved me. But you aren’t the only one who has saved me. That day on the bridge…. You made me see how much we had grown apart. I went back that day, and you know who greeted me. That woman… right there, she handed me an ice cold beer and told me that for dinner she didn’t want to cook, so she ordered doordash, exactly what I wanted. She turned on shitty reality tv, and we never said a word about where I was. She has never asked more of me then I can give, never asked me to change, or give up. She just accepts me, and fucks me, and has taken care of me for all these years while I went on a warpath to avenge you. I can’t go with you Becca, because I love her, and she saved me, more times then I can count.”

“So that’s… that’s it?” Becca asked

“Yes. It is. Now you will get in the car with M.M. and go see Mallory, you hear me.”

“Treat her fair Billy.” She sighed before shooting you a look, “Be patient with him, sometimes he is a cunt.”

“Trust me.” You sighed, “I know.”

————

Later that night as Ryan slept in the cot that you had in your area, you were sitting in the couch with Billy, his arm around the back of the couch as you both sipped your beers, a comfortable silence between you as you mustered up the courage to speak.

“So are we……” you whispered

“Nope.” Butcher grumbled as you smiled, “Well for what it’s worth, I love you too.”

“I know.” He replied, sipping his beer before he whispered, “Now, let’s go to bed.”

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[felixstarry-freckles]

7:23 pm

Pitter patter

Pitter patter

Were the soft sounds of the rain.

You curled up on your chair next to your window to enjoy the warm lavender-chamomile tea you had just made.

On your lap sat the book you have recently been obsessed with waiting for you to open it again to spend another few hours reading.

There wasn't much to do around the apartment since you had done a deep clean the day before. And it was your day off from work which meant nothing much to do other than relax and enjoy the lovely rainy weather from the comfort of your home.

You took another sip from your tea and then set it down on the side table next to your chair. After you set it down it was time for you to lose yourself in the book.

Hours passed and you had somehow fallen asleep, you were so deep into sleep that you didn't notice when your lovely boyfriend had come home.

He entered your shared apartment and taped his boots on the door mat to remove some of the water that clung to his boots. He proceeded to remove his boots and set them on the shoe rack next to the door. He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack then made his way to the kitchen. At first, not even notice you sleeping on your chair.

After he made something to eat he peaked out of the kitchen finally noticing you fast asleep on your chair. He walked over to you and saw the book you were reading had been discarded on the floor. He laughed to himself while he thought of your bold proclamation to finish this book by the end of the weekend. From the looks of it you might not, but then again you weren't a big reader anyways.

He picked up the book and placed it on the side table and then tapped you. "Y/N~, Y/N~" he said your name sweetly as he started to softly shake you. You woke up a little confused but when you saw your beautiful boyfriend a big smile grew on your face. "Juyeon! You're home already? How long was I asleep for?"

"I'm not quite sure but I wanted to ask you what you wanted for dinner?" Juyeon said giving you a soft smile.

"Oh don't worry about dinner I'll make it, you must be tired," Juyeon shook his head, "I wanted to make dinner tonight, I was thinking of something with chicken,"

"Hmm, let's cook together after we figure out what we want to eat,"

With that, the two of you sat at the table brainstorming what to make for dinner. Ultimately you guys ordered in and ended up watching movies until you both fell asleep while cuddling.

Unedited.

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[darling-i-read-it]

Movie Premier

Homelander x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: slight spoilers for episode 1 of the boys season 3!!!, toxic relationship this is fiction i can do what i want. also I obviously do not condone his actions. fiction <3

Author’s Note: im on episode 3 <3 and hes so insane <3 and i missed him so much <3 

Summary: Homelander takes some notes from Starlight and shows off his human significant other 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You didn’t like to pay attention to the superhero ratings but they were talked about as much as politician rankings. You were constantly having to turn off the TV when they turned on and ignore the static buzzing of the neverending judging. 

Homelander obsessed over them. He looked at them all the time so you tried to never look at them to balance the two of you out. But suddenly they were everywhere. Starlight was in the 90s and Homelander…wasn’t even close. His official non official dating of Stormfront had done that. 

You tried to tell him to just date you publicly but he needed a Supe and she was the best option. She could handle him. Then she turned out to be a fucking Nazi. 

He didn’t outwardly concede but he knew you were right. He should have just publicly dated you. Starlights ratings were great and she was dating Hughie. Maybe that’s all he needed. 

You were standing to the side, watching as the camera bulbs went off aggressively in the faces of the superheroes. They all seemed to show no reaction to them. You tried to get used to the lighting before you went out there. You adjusted your dress and then adjusted it again. Red and blue, to match the cape and the suit. 

You looked good. It didn’t really help your nerves but at least you knew that. 

“Okay awesome thank you for waiting,” Ashley said quickly, holding the clipboard tightly between her hands so that her knuckles were white. “He’s coming, he just needed to sign some things before coming out.” You nodded once. 

“Do I look okay?” you asked nervously. 

“You look fantastic,” she promised and it sounded like she meant it. You were grateful. 

“I’m here!” Homelander announced, rushing up behind you. You took his hand which he offered. The familiar red leather felt reassuring in your hand. “Ready?” he asked, more as a formality than actually asking. 

“Yes,” you said quietly. 

Then you were in front of the cameras. Smiling, waving, trying not to squint. You grabbed his hand tighter. He seemed to like having someone so dependent on him. Especially these days when people were acting like they didn’t need him at all. Knowing that you were right there and that you wouldn’t get on without him made his chest swell with enough pride to keep going. 

People were screaming his name and you had gotten used to drowning it out by now. After a moment you gently let go of his hand.

“You should take some alone,” you said quietly. He nodded once, barely looking at you as you stepped back. You went to the corner where Ashley was standing and micromanaging. You watched idly as Starlight came out with her boyfriend and then he stepped aside as well, taking some solo pictures alone and then with the rest of the crew that was out. 

He stood beside you and did a bit of a double take. 

“You’re Y/N right?” he asked. You nodded once, smiling. “Yeah. Hughie?” 

“Yeah.” He looked between you and Homelander. You eyed him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. “So you really….I mean you..”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I mean, it can’t be that different from you and Starlight.” 

“I think it is. Just like, surface level, guessing. But he seems a bit more intense than…than she is.” You smiled gently. He seemed nice. Starlight probably loved him a lot. You tried to imagine what he was thinking. 

“Probably just a bit,” you joked lightly. Homelander turned around, his smile leaving almost immediately as he walked back towards you with a relaxed expression. You offered your hands and he took it, happy to have an anchor. 

“We should go inside,” he muttered. You nodded and when he turned around the smile that didn’t reach his eyes was back as he waved and left. You gave Hughie a small smile and wave as you walked away. He looked more concerned for you than willing enough to wave. 

You opened the door to the theater. You needed some air before the movie started. That was kind of intense. 

“I’m going to go outside for a second,” you whispered. You tried to let go of his hand but he held on tighter.

“I can come.”

“You should mingle without me if you want. I won’t be offended.” You both knew he wasn’t worried about offending you. It was one of the reasons the two of you worked. He didn’t really have to worry about you, other than your safety.

He was staring at you and you could tell that he was coming with you. You were convincing yourself he needed you. He needed you there otherwise he would go off the hinges. You were a buffer that was so dearly desired. 

“Wanna fly me to the roof superman?” The small smile he gave was the most genuine one you had seen all day. He led you out the side door and you grabbed onto him tightly, never fully prepared for your feet to leave the ground. You always panicked for a moment when they did. He relished in that second where you were hopeless without him. 

You were both pretty sure some pictures were being taken of the two of you sneaking off for the moment. Maybe that would be a good thing. Just a happy couple, happily taking a moment to themselves. 

You landed gracefully on the roof and he put you down with ease, finally letting you take a step away from him. You breathed deeply. 

“Those cameras are a lot. I don’t know how you deal with them,” you admitted. He shrugged. 

“That's all I’ve ever known,” he said quietly. 

“I know I’ve said it before but you didn’t deserve that.” You sat down on the ledge, looking down at the pictures. You moved your crunchy hair sprayed curls out of your face. He sat down beside you, moving the cape so it flowed against the wind. “Am I gonna hate this movie?”

“Yes. Probably.” You both laughed a bit. It was nice to hear him laugh. Like a real, in the moment laugh. You opened your phone to check the time. You had left it open on the news to make sure you were on time for the movie premier but it had reloaded and showed the ratings. 

Homelander had gone up some. Starlight was the same, in the 90s, but he wasn’t tanking right now. You turned it to show him. He craned his head to look at him and breathed a shaky, half real sigh of relief. 

He didn’t say anything for a second. He looked at you and you looked at him. 

“It’s being figured out,” you promised, grabbing his hand. “Slowly. Who knows, maybe by your birthday special everything will be okay again.” 

“Maybe,” he whispered. 

“Should we go watch the movie?”

“Yeah. Can’t miss that.”

“Do you make out with the actress that plays Stormfront in the movie?” 

“No comment.” You chuckled, shaking your head. 

“Take me back down there superman. Let’s get this over with.” 

He grabbed your hand and helped you up. And again you were floating. 

And the pictures taken were really good.  The Boys Masterlist: @demonchick1, @witchygagirl, @lov3vivian, @lovatnest

#homelander x reader #homelander x fem!reader #the boys imagines

[mayfieldss]

Can I make a request for Frenchie x fem!reader where she kisses over all his scars headcanons (the boys)

This is such a cute concept, and it would work so well with Billy Butcher as well.

Scars

Frenchie has been in a lot of fights, and plenty of them haven't ended well.

He's a short and scrawny guy after all, and whilst he has his strengths there are some battles he can't always win.

These battles have left him with wounds, scrapes, and bruises that look as though they ache even well after healing.

But still, he perseveres.

You, on the other hand, hate to see the marks upon his skin.

You hold a deep concern for him, and one of the only ways you know how to show just how much every cut on his skin impacts you is by tracing the wounds. With your fingertips, your eyes, your lips.

Frenchie likes it when you kiss along each and every scar.

He finds it comforting that you care, though a part of him is always worried that perhaps his own pain causes you hurt as well.

Still he loves the feeling of your lips moving gently over his arms, his chest, his face. Kissing every scar and battle wound he's ever received.

He's grateful for you, more than he is anyone else, and he knows you care for him just as much.

So, with every scar he earns, he thinks of coming home to you. To your embrace and your affections, ready to kiss his pain away.

#frenchie the boys x reader #frenchie #frenchie the boys #the boys #frenchie the boys fanfic #frenchie the boys fanfiction #fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #the boys fanfic #the boys tv #the boys imagines #frenchie imagines #frenchie headcannons #the boys headcanons