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homelander’s mommy. soldier boy’s doll. billy hargrove’s girl. luke danes’ baby. lana del rey’s daughter. wistful ballerina. purity princess. inbox open, though i write strictly for fem!reader, and i don’t accept each one i get. i <3 jesus.

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lol i agree anon most of the writing sucked and kripke being so smug and stubborn didn’t help at all either. i’m glad people agree that soldier boy and stormfront being a thing is absolute dogshit cash grab scheming with absolutely no sense behind it other than to promote the spinoff. same with that bombsight shit, although i did like his character. he was just unnecessary.

and i love jensen don’t get me wrong. but we can’t just be okay with lousy retconning as viewers. i got a few submissions like this in my inbox so glad to know we’re not alone.

i liked the finale because it actually focused on the main characters and plot lines like the writers should’ve been doing all season long. it tied up some of the loose ends well. but stormfront was unnecessary (esp w that “i love her more” bs that grinded my gears).

they could’ve honored soldier boy’s character by having homelander do something that made ben proud, then he would’ve had the incentive to give him the v1; instead of making her haunt the narrative and painting her as some figure we should revere as some tragic character.

and since soldier boy was already flopping back and forth between liking and disliking homelander, he could’ve finally used his chest blast on him to take him down with The Boys. finally fired that chekhov’s gun that’s been lingering since season three. and maybe?? in doing so, soldier boy could’ve accidentally killed himself in the process bc hL is so strong. i don’t fucking know! anything besides that fuckass character ending of quite literally fridging him. although i do like entertaining the idea of busting him out of there myself and breeding him, as i’ve mentioned before.

it’s ok i felt weird about it too before. the biggest thing that helped me and plenty others is anonymity. find urself a pseudonym and that feels right for u, whatever persona you want to embody. keep tumblr separate from real life. don’t let anyone u know irl know about ur freaky blog lmaoo

the smut itself gets easier the more you do it. just a matter of getting used to typing cunt cock pussy dick allat ykwim 💀 sometimes u gotta look away as u type bc it genuinely feels icky lol. other times it’s easier depending on ur cycle lol if ur a girlie.

another thing that really helps me personally is the amount of interactions i get from my followers and the like. i’m lucky enough to have people on here comment and reblog with so much love and support. it only makes me want to write more for not only myself. and obviously responding encourages people to interact more. don’t ignore people that’s rude and unnecessary.

anonymous asks like these are another big motivator.

it all becomes easier with time, but way less than you might think. get the groundwork done of making your blog aesthetic to your tastes, take inspiration from other people like i did. like i’m not the first to use all small font and lowercase lol i just like the look of it.

i’m still a small blog with not many moots but still growing every day. i think it is quite linear actually but idk if that’s a rocky thing to say.

ohhh yess anon.

countless times on the show we’ve seen our johnny flaunt about his super senses, especially smell. talking to maeve: “i can smell him (butcher) all over you,” etc. you’re no exception to his powers. maybe it was one of the first things he noticed about you.

cw: stalking, olfactophilia, oral (f!receiving) wc: 1.3k~ mdni, u will be blocked

he saw your figure walking home from above, he heard your little footsteps and sighs and heartbeats, and then he smelled you. slightly sweaty from work, the saltiness of perspiration mingled with the overtone of your vanilla pumpkin perfume.. it would quickly become addicting.

cw: sb being a man, family trauma?? piv. not proofread wc: 2k~ mdni, u will be blocked

you’d gotten into an argument at home. after packing a bag, you ran straight to ben. for what reason? you didn’t really know urself. he’d been in your life for all but four months, and he took ur virginity in the back of his car.

when he opened the door to his apartment that night, you felt sheer stupidity crash over you, and you couldn’t really explain much when he asked what was wrong. just that you felt awful and hopeless. you went without protest when he pulled you inside by your arm.

maybe you’d been in his place before, maybe you hadn’t. either way, it felt safer than ever that night. he offered you water, let you explain your night in broken sentences. his eyes roamed ur body slowly. you were barely wearing anything decent, really. and he knows you left in a hurry and he knows ur vulnerable.. but that didn’t negate the fact that u looked so sexy. those little tight leggings lit a fire in his stomach.

so he led you to the bedroom. carefully. tactfully. “you should lie down, doll, it’ll calm your nerves.” and you listened.

his bed was warm. so were his arms. he rubbed his big palm against your shoulder in an attempt to soothe. he listened to you complain about your family and wiped runaway tears. you were distracted enough to not notice his hand rub lower, and lower. down your waist, stopping to grip your hip. he wasn’t exactly looking at your face anymore. you kept talking and he nodded encouragingly.

“i hate them all. they offer nothing good to me, i hate that i was born into them,” you closed your eyes. but when you did, you felt his fingers brushing your crotch, and heard a soft groan escape him. you opened your eyes to him shifting closer, pressing his fingers firmer against your clit through the fabric.

“you just need to get your mind off things. i’ll help, c’mere,” he muttered as he dug his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down in one quick tug. you gasped, he grinned.

then suddenly you were being lifted, his arms encircling your waist as he repositioned you above him to straddle his thighs. between them, you felt his hard on and your face burned.

those same big hands dragged up your thighs, stopping at your hips again. he gave them a light smack and laughed at your little gasp. he brushed his thumbs over the soft fabric of your panties, and he didn’t wait any longer before he guided your hips to move, grinding your pussy against his cock. he groaned, clenching his teeth.

your hands rested atop his chest and your face was twisted with confusion. the ache in your chest for your terrible family deepened, unlike what he suggested by providing this remedy. your heart squeezed, but his voice broke your thoughts.

“been wondering when we’d do this again. so glad you stopped by, babydoll. like you knew i missed this pussy.”

you could only blink, your lip quivering. your silence encouraged him.

he lifted his hips, and by doing so, lifted you, as he pushed his sweats and boxers down. his cock sprung free and brushed against your thigh, pulling a deep groan from his lips.

“fuck yeah, baby. hold still.”

he pushed your panties aside roughly, one hand on the small of your back to guide you forward, arching for him. he didn’t warn you before he nudged his tip at your cunt. he let out a deep, satisfied groan, his hand splayed against your back to hold you still. he smeared your slick over himself, mixing his precum into your folds as if to make you his. he couldn’t- wouldn’t wait longer before pushing inside. the sudden stretch made you gasp and he looked up, smiling at that face you made. it was only the second time, so he knew you were still getting used to.. things.

he sat you upright again, straight to sit on his dick. his eyes flicked back down before long, watching you slowly sink down to accommodate his size, your pussy swallowing his cock so beautifully. his eyes narrowed, big hands gripping your hips again to help you down the rest of the way…

it wasn’t what you had in mind. one of the last things, in fact. but you didn’t protest. you went along with it. maybe he was right? maybe you did need a distraction. taking a deep breath, you averted your eyes as you started riding him, slow and cautious, feeling his cock drag in and out of your cunt. another groan filled your ears, and his hands never left your hips, guiding you.

“you’re a natural, sweet thing. fuck yes, so tight…”

his words actually helped, but there was a small twinge of revulsion hiding somewhere in your body you couldn’t locate. yet his grunts and groans overrode your unease. his thumb brushing circles over your clit sparked pleasure within you. his hand sliding up to shove your shirt up off your tits to squeeze them once possessively made you focus on how fucking good he felt inside you.

temporarily. because your brain caught up to the situation and your chin wobbled upon meeting his gaze again. lecherous eyes. carnal smirk. he didn’t care, he just wanted to get into your pants. and he won. then the memories of earlier at home flooded back in despite you keeping up steady pace as you fucked him, his cock impaling you over and over again. tears flooded your eyes and you let out a sharp whimper, fingers flexing against his chest.

ben noticed your weeping.

“… hey, hey. c’mere, doll,” as he pulled you down, flush against his chest. that considerate gesture pushed you over the edge, and you sobbed against his skin, burying your head in his neck. for a moment it felt safe in his arms. one peaceful moment of being held, helped, your back rubbed soothingly.

then he shifted beneath you, adjusting on his bed, bending his knees just so. his arms tightened around you, not consoling- securing. not even that, really. caging. he drove his hips up with a snap, plunging his cock inside you once, hard. then again, making you gasp. then again, establishing a firm pace.

but it only worsened your cries. your face crumpled, fists against his chest. where was there to go? what else was there to do?

he didn’t ignore you. “that’s it, sweetheart, let it out. that’s my girl, let’s fuck all that outta our systems… good girl,” he growled, fucking up into u, relentless. like he was purging himself.

the worst part was.. it felt amazing. you squeezed around his cock and he moaned, deep and gravelly. your sobs were eclipsed by his groans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, your head lightly bouncing against his chest with each movement. it was like you were splitting in half. your body there, your mind and emotions elsewhere. so when you came, it came as a surprise to you. you let out a loud, watery cry- only to be overshadowed by his own grunt of pleasure as he followed. his cum filled you up, and he kept his hips up, flexed against you to ensure absolutely no leakage.

a beat passed before he let himself collapse onto his bed, panting, gasping for air. his hands smoothed down your back and he slapped your ass hard- pulling a gasp from you, which made him laugh, before he squeezed it to soothe.

his hoarse voice met your ear. “shh, just relax. you did good, doll… fuck, you know how to make a man happy, sweetheart. seriously. fuck…”

your sobs quieted, but your tears kept flowing, rolling down your cheeks, falling onto his skin. he heard your little kitten sniffles, you obviously weren’t okay. he squeezed the fat of your ass idly, not having much more to say. he suddenly adjusted again, rolling you to lie next to him. this sudden loss of contact made your chest shake with sobs again.

thankfully, his hand settled against your back, holding you against him. his eyes shut and his chest heaved. “stop crying. told you you just needed a good fuck.. hell… you should piss off your folks more often.”

a/n: yea this was inspired. my head hurts im going to sleep i’ll probably edit this a little in the morning and throughout the day i just wanted to post ab soldier boy again. it’s hard not writing the name i personally replaced ben with for him bc i hate the name benjamin but oh well. love u guys gn

thank u so much for this love <33 post

yea people really respond well to soldier boy smut it’s easier to go viral with him than with homelander content. i don’t blame anyone jackles is so hot. i’m absolutely not complaining either i definitely need to write more for him and i will, i just like to reeeaaalllllyy roll scenes around in my head before putting anything together.

the boys finale spoilers

ohh my shayla. i knew it had to happen, i knew it was gonna, i wanted it to happen. still hurts :( i feel like that one person reacting to that angel thing from hazbin hotel oops.

i wish we saw more of starlight interacting with homelander and soldier boy. hated what they did to sb. it was a decent ending tho. kimiko broke my heart. hughie is weird for naming his kid robin.

𝒹𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 ! 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓎 who smacks ur ass a little too hard while ur standing at the stove cooking a meal for the both of you, savoring that stunned, half annoyed half prudish expression on ur little face

domestic soldier boy who thanks you for starching his jeans “real nice and good” by bending you over the washer the next time ur loading the laundry in. his hands grip ur hips tight after lifting ur skirt, grinding his thick cock against ur ass as he groans in ur ear.

domestic soldier boy who buys u little sets of delicate lingerie for your birthday and holidays, just for him to shove the soft fabrics out of the way when he’s got his cock buried in u. ur folded in half beneath him on the bed, taking each thrust with little girlish uh, uh, uhs that makes him grin.

domestic soldier boy who occasionally makes you kneel under the desk in his study, his leaking dick in ur mouth as he signs off at monthly bills. because he refuses to have shit automated, much less digitally. you brush ur tongue flat against his cockhead, lazily stroking the untended inches. and when he’s about to cum, he grabs your hair in his fist and shoves you down until u gag, ur nose buried in his pubes as he shoots thick ropes of hot cum down ur throat- and u have no choice but to swallow.

domestic soldier boy who holds u flush against his chest, his boner pressed against your back. one hand grips ur tit, infrequently pinching your nipple through your shirt as his arm holds u in place with no escape. his fingers plunge inside your tight cunt, switching between quick little juts and slow, steady up and down thrusts that absolutely should not have happened before he’s obligated to head out.

and you already know what his face will twist into if u ask him about washing his hands after u cum, crying out, clenching ur fists and eyes shut: positively offended and confused. he’d let you go, smirking as your legs wobble, and he’d kiss your forehead before leaving, keeping the smell of u on his fingers all day as a sweet reminder.

ok listen i’m about to sound so parasocial and insane. i did try to watch i think episode 8? back in 2022 because yk i was curious especially to see a softer homelander, and i’d seen stuff online. i picked the thumbnail that showed john, which happened to be episode 8, and it started good. i was like ‘oh ok this is good he looks so cute and bright eyed giving his little introductory speech’. and then he introduced noir and the next scene he was being scolded by st*llw*ll.

i’m like so vulnerable rn omg. anyway basically i saw him get a boner for her and i was like bruh no i can’t do this and i just exited the show, and i haven’t been back since. bc i was jelly~

😭😭 really creative ty anon. yea Ant has those lidded eyes and sly smirk that say “come try it,” yk. mdni, u will be blocked