Hello, saw requests are open can I ask for yandere homelander? I realy like his whole desperation to be loved and then here is the reader not buying his crap, she is not against him nor with him
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA Homelander is perfect yandere material !!! He’s totally the type to go to insane lengths to win y/n over. Especially with a y/n that doesn’t fall for it immediately, he’d lose his mind 💀
He’s also probably one of the worst yanderes to be stuck with as well, there’s no way y/n would survive long with his frequent outbursts… rip
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Lord John AU / Collab AU Naval Commander!John/Homelander 18+
Warnings: 18+ only. Sex. Fluff and Smut. Minors/under 18s do NOT interact.
Words: 1,018
SUMMARY: Homelander kills for you and true feelings are revealed.
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I stare down at the lifeless, bloodied body before me and I’m in shock. I turn to look at Homelander, who has caused the scene in front of me. He’s furious and pacing, red eyes burning.
He flexes his gloved fists before wrapping his arms around me and flying me to the roof of a nearby building.
I’m shaking and Homelander circles me.
“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t kill for you.” he says matter of factly.
“Homelander! Why?”
He slams his fist into the side of a wall, leaving a crater behind. “You will call me John.” he commands.
“Why, John?”
“He was going to hurt you,” he hissed. “And he tried to take what’s mine!”
“Yours?” I ask incredulously.
“Do you really think I can’t hear how loud your heart beats for me!?!” He moves with superhuman speed and his face is so close to mine. I can feel his breath. And he can feel mine.
“Don’t think for a second it’s only you. You can feel how much I want you too.” He puts my hand to his chest and I can feel his heart beating wildly underneath it. He leans further into me and I can feel his bulge on my thigh.
“Can you feel how much I want you?”
“Yes…” I nod.
He presses his body even closer to mine. His lips are right beside my ear. “I can smell how much you want me!” he growls.
There’s no denying it and I can’t hide it anymore.
He pushes me up against the cratered wall, his red eyes searching my face. He dips his head and kisses me greedily.
With a slight bite to my lower lip, he pulls away from the kiss, “I’m going to take you right here, right now. I’m tired of waiting! You will be mine.” He whips his cape off and lays it on the concrete.
He points toward the cape, “Lay down.” I don’t have to be told twice. I tremble a little.
“Shhh. Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” He can feel how nervous and anxious I am.
I know he won’t. At least not on purpose. But he’s worked up and he’s strong.
“Do you want this too?” he asks, concern creeping into his voice ever so slightly. He’s positioning himself between my legs, his hips flush with mine. I can feel his erection straining against his suit and it’s making my head spin.
“Yes, I do.” In truth, I’ve wanted him for some time.
“Good.” he’s relieved. “I didn’t want to have to make you.”, though he wouldn’t really.
His hand goes to the apex between my thighs, “You’re so wet for me already.” he moans with a feral look in his eyes.
He rids me of underwear and immediately pulls his suit pants down.
He looks into my eyes as he pushes roughly into me, his excitement getting the better of him. To his credit, he does give me a second to adjust to the sheer size of him before he begins thrusting.
“Fuck, Y/N. You feel better than I have dreamed.”
He lifts my right leg to his hip, which allows him to thrust even deeper into me.
“Oh God, John.” I say as he repeatedly buries himself within me.
His hand finds mine and he squeezes as he drags his cock along my inner walls. He sucks my neck hard and I know I will have a mark for all to see.
As if he read my mind, he states “I want everyone to see what I’ve done, to know I’ve been inside you.” He then bites my neck for good measure.
A lock of blonde hair falls in front of his left eye. I reach up with my free hand to move it away. The blue in his eyes is fighting with the red. This isn’t just desire and lust. There are feelings involved that he can’t express because he doesn’t know how. But I can feel them in the way he’s fucking me. He’s rough, yet somehow gentle. The hand that isn’t supporting his weight has moved to the back of my head, to protect me from the concrete underneath us, as he pumps into me more forcefully.
I begin to whimper from the intensity of it all. But I don’t want it to stop.
“Is it too much for you baby?” he asks genuinely, his hand lightly caressing the back of my head.
“Oh, no, John. It’s what I need.”
“Oh Y/N, keep saying my name.”
“John…oh John, I need it harder.”
“Oh my sweet girl. I’ll give you anything you ask for.” His lips find mine and his tongue dives into my mouth as his cock plunges deeper still. I close my eyes and get lost in the feel of him.
“Fuck John, I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, baby.”
My eyes are still closed as I wrap my left leg around his waist, pulling him even closer, and providing him an even better angle. He lets out a sharp hiss in response.
“Look at me when you come. I want to watch as you lose yourself to me.” he demands.
My eyes snap open and I’m met with blue eyes, the red completely gone. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this means something to him. And it means something to me too.
“Oh John!” I tighten around him as I come. I grip his shoulders and look him in the eyes as he commanded. He’s searching my face and I see a tenderness there I didn’t know was possible.
“That’s my good girl,” he pants as he begins to stiffen, ready to come himself.
“You’re mine now.” he whispers into my ear as he spills into me, gripping my hip hard as he does so. There will be a bruise there later for sure. And I don’t care.
We’re both breathing heavily and I’m feeling bold, “does this mean you’re mine as well?” I ask.
He’s still in me and gives a little thrust of his hips, “Forever.” is his reply.
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I like to imagine Homelander has a little dedicated corner in his penthouse where he can mope over how everyone he's ever loved leaves him (over no fault of his own of course lmao).
summary: homelander catastrophises when his bookworm goes MIA for a week
pairing: homelander x female reader
warnings: stalking, slight obsession, mentions of past abusive relationship, mentions of masturbation, violence, blood, HL learning to be gentle and patient, post s1/pre s2, some patriarchal ideals about relationships, just two broken people bonding over being treated like shit
word count: 5988 words (oh no)
a/n: part of this chapter was inspired by hom3landr's baker!verse series, which you should read if you haven't already because it's fabulous and i love it. also, i tried to balance the sweetness and darkness in this chapter bc full-on dark isn't really my thing but i'm willing to step out of my comfort zone every now and then. plus, i am very aware of the irony of reader escaping an abusive relationship to end up with someone who's just as bad or even worse than her ex.
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Homelander knew more about Y/N than he would ever let on.
He knew her coffee order and her favourite foods, what she liked to read and that she liked to listen to podcasts while reading and working. He knew plenty of stories from her former job in the public library, that she didn't watch a lot of TV and preferred to read before bed over anything else. He knew her favourite music, her favourite movies, her favourite authors, and that he was her favourite superhero.
But those were all things that she had told him.
She'd never told him where she lived; he'd figured that out himself when he followed her home one night from a distance. When she'd told her what was going on with her ex-boyfriend, she'd used the word 'stalked', but that wasn't what Homelander was doing at all.
He was just making sure she got home from work safe. Even when that involved flying above her and listening out for her heartbeat.
He'd never tell her that he'd been watching her for months, or that he knew she went to the gym three times a week. She'd never know that he'd found out some of her more intimate traits just by hiding on the balcony of her sixth-floor apartment, listening and watching her through the walls.
He knew what shower products she used, that she treated herself to a hot chocolate before bed when feeling particularly stressed, that she called her parents twice a week, and that her front door had six locks. Each one checked and double-checked before she went to bed. He’d even figured out that she was asthmatic as a child just from listening to how her lungs sometimes wheezed in exertion.
Homelander found her little quirks endearing; some of them were the signs that she'd been scared and was trying to keep herself safe, but he liked that she was trying. He shouldn't have liked that. Deep down, she was likely just the same as all the other mud people: just wanting something from him. But he had yet to figure out what exactly that was.
One thing he would make sure she never found out was that he knew what she sounded like when she came. She would never know how hard the sound of her little gasps and moans made him.
He knew the kind of porn she liked, he knew which acts she gravitated towards, and he knew that she fucked herself with a cheap star-spangled toy while he stroked himself on the other side of her bedroom wall, one of his gloves between his teeth to muffle any sounds he made. He wished it was her hand on his cock, or maybe her mouth, even her pussy. He wished it was his face between her legs and not that stupid toy; he'd get her off much faster, be able to get to the places she had difficulty getting to.
At the beginning, he'd figured that she was just a meek little librarian, someone not worth getting to know. But now, he couldn't deny how much he wanted her. She saw him as a person, not a persona, and treated him like he was real and not as if he had been moulded from clay to be the perfect person.
He had to have her. The question was just how he would get her.
On Monday morning, Homelander descended into the archives just as he did every day. Only the doors were locked, and the lights were all turned off. It was already 10 am, and she started work at 9 on the dot every weekday without fail. The walls melted away as he looked through them to her desk, looking around inside for her, but she was nowhere to be found.
Maybe she's taken a vacation day, he wondered, but part of him had a feeling that something was wrong.
In the months that he'd known her, Y/N had never taken a day off without telling him first. She'd said that it was so he didn't waste his valuable time looking for her, and yet here he was taking time out of his day to look for her. Once he couldn't find her, he made his way back up to ninety-nine, feeling disappointed that he didn't have his treasured bookworm time.
The next day, she was still nowhere to be found. And the day after that. And again.
A whole week had passed with no Y/N, and Homelander was starting to lose his cool. He knew for a fact that she hadn't completely disappeared since he hovered outside her apartment almost every night. So why was she not at work?
Has she quit? Does she not want me around anymore?
He felt like a hole had been punched in his chest. She'd always been so happy to see him and talk to him; how could she just abandon him like this?
He forced the feeling back down, deep inside himself where he couldn't feel it, before making his way back upstairs.
On ninety-nine, he found Starlight in her space at the meeting table, scrolling through her phone. Even though Y/N had told her that they only really talked occasionally, he could trust her on this matter more than he could anyone else.
"Starlight," he said, making her head snap up from her phone. "You haven't seen or heard from Y/N lately, have you?"
"Y/N from the archives?" she asked as she put her phone screen down on the table. "Not all week. Why? I didn't know you talked to her."
Of course you didn't. It's not really any of your fucking business.
"The doors for the archives have been locked all week, and nobody will tell me where she is."
"Maybe she's sick. She doesn't really talk about herself all that much to me; she seems like a pretty private person."
To you, maybe.
"Why do you need to see her? Is there something in the archives you need?"
"No." Yes. "I just needed to talk to her about something. I'll see if she's at home."
"Um, Homelander?" Starlight called after him as he turned to leave. "Don't scare her. She's been through a lot."
Homelander scoffed and rolled his eyes before making his way back out. Of course he wasn't going to scare her. He'd been nothing but kind and courteous to her.
What could he possibly do that would scare her?
Getting into Y/N's apartment building was easier than he'd expected. All it took was some charm, and Homelander was buzzed through, free to go straight up to the sixth floor. He could hear her inside, the television playing some inane reality show while she talked on the phone, presumably to her parents.
He'd just raised his fist to knock on her front door when he paused. What exactly was he supposed to say to her when she opened the door? He didn't just 'happen to be around' and decide to drop on by; he'd purposely come to see why she was avoiding him.
Starlight's words echoed in his mind. Don't scare her.
Instead of dwelling on it, he hastily knocked on the door before he could change his mind. On the other side of the door, he heard each lock click and latch slide before the hinges squealed open and she nervously poked her head through the crack.
Her eyes widened once she saw him.
"Homelander? What are you doing here?"
"Surprise," he said. "I missed you this week, and Starlight said you maybe weren't feeling well, so I thought I'd come check in on you."
"You missed me?" she asked bashfully as she opened the door. She was already wearing her pyjamas, and he could smell the sweet scent of her body lotion on her skin. None of it should have made his loins stir, but all he could think about doing was unwrapping her like a present so he could feel her soft body.
"Of course I did," he said warmly as he stepped forward. "My day's not complete if I don't see my bookworm."
He heard her inhale, her heartbeat pick up, and her body shivered slightly at being so close to him. He hadn't come to her home with the intention of flustering her, but it was a nice addition.
"D-do you want to come in? I was going to make some hot chocolate."
God, she was so sweet he swore it was going to kill him.
"Sure!" he said before waltzing through the door into the apartment.
"Sorry if it's a mess in here," she said as she re-locked the door behind them. "I don't have a lot of people over."
Homelander scanned over the room, taking in what little mess there actually was. A single dirty plate and cutlery set were in the otherwise empty sink, while a coffee mug and a basket of laundry sat on the coffee table in the living room. If that was what she counted as a mess, he dreaded to think what she thought looked like a pigsty.
"I've seen worse," he said as he took a seat at her kitchen table, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor. He took his gloves off and unceremoniously dumped them in front of him, the leather slapping together.
"I grew up in the kind of house where we had to dust in every nook and cranny when we had guests," she said with a soft laugh as she gathered her hot chocolate supplies. "Kind of a hard habit to shake."
They made light conversation as she made the sugary drinks, heating the milk on the stove, stirring in the cocoa powder, and pouring them into mugs. Of course, he couldn't decline when she asked if he wanted cream and marshmallows. Chocolate wasn't his favourite, but when it came with almost a can's worth of cream, he was willing to indulge.
"So tell me," he said as he ran his index finger through the mountain of whipped cream before licking it off. "What's been going on with you lately? You don't seem sick, and you would have told me if you had any time off."
Her pulse spiked. He watched her hands start to tremble as she picked up her mug and tried to lift it to her mouth. Clearly the stress-relief hot chocolate wasn't working tonight.
"Hey, you're okay," he soothed as he took the mug from her hands. "Try to breathe."
She took in a shuddering breath as tears pricked her eyes, making them sparkle in the low light. If she wasn't about to melt down, he would have thought she looked pretty.
"He-he found me," she croaked. "Last week. He was waiting for me outside the Tower on Friday."
"Who did?" Homelander already had a good feeling who she was talking about, but he still needed to hear her say it.
"Scott, my ex."
His stomach dropped at hearing the name. He'd made sure she made it home safe every single night for the past few months, and yet that scumbag still managed to find her and get under her skin.
"I came to Vought because of the security it promised me. Nobody can get into the archives without clearance access, the building isn't exactly public, and you're there. But he was mooching around waiting for me. I think he saw me, but as soon as I saw him I just ran."
"So you've been staying here instead of coming in," he said as a statement, not a question.
She nodded, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I've just been so scared to leave the apartment in case I run into him, and he does something to me again. I mostly feel safe here, but I can't sleep because I keep thinking about him finding out where I live and trying to break in."
That explains the metric fuckton of locks.
"C'mere," he said as he took hold of her hands and guided her around the table and into his lap. "Nothing bad is going to happen, okay? I'll make sure of it."
Her body fit perfectly against his, as if she was supposed to have been in his arms all along. The scent of her hair products drifted into his nose when she rested her head on his shoulder, making his heart flutter at how much she trusted him and wanted to be held by him.
Is this what it's supposed to be like? To be wanted rather than feared?
"Thank you," she said as she returned his touch, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body into his. "Will you stay?"
Don't scare her.
She was already scared, but clearly not of him. She wouldn't have asked him to stay with her if she was.
"Of course I will," he mumbled as he rested his cheek on the top of her head. "I'll stay as long as you want."
Without thinking, he turned slightly to kiss the top of her head and pulled her tighter to him. He let his mouth linger, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and letting it wash over him.
But it was over too soon. Y/N suddenly pulled away from him, placing her hands on his shoulders and looking at him with wide eyes, her lips parted. He couldn't get a read on her reaction; her heart was beating fast, and he could feel her body warm, but she didn't seem upset.
"What's wro-"
"Don't stop," she interrupted, her voice just above a whisper. "Do it again."
Tentatively, he pulled his hand away from her back and stroked her face with the backs of his fingers, watching how her eyes dilated and feeling the blood rushing under her skin. His palm cupped her jaw as he brought her forehead to his mouth to gently kiss it.
Is this right? Is this what she wants?
He had no reason to wonder when she raised her head to rest her forehead against his, her nose stroking along his as their lips brushed together, as if she was asking him to keep going. Finally, he pressed his lips to hers, and something bloomed in his chest, warm and bright.
She tentatively returned his kiss, her soft lips pushing back and moulding with his, sharing her sweet taste. He could taste lingering cream and chocolate on her mouth, mingled with something unique to her that he couldn't get enough of. A chill ran up his spine when she hummed in pleasure and rested her hands on his chest.
He wanted to feel her hands on his bare skin, but that lingering worry that he would scare her remained. His cock stirred in his pants, no doubt hard enough for her to feel it, but she was none the wiser when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her more as he kissed her deeper.
Her chocolate mouth was warm and inviting for him; had he been in a less clear mindset, he would have ripped her clothes off there and then, but the time for that wasn't now. Holding her by the hips as she tangled her fingers in his hair and kissing her senseless would have to do.
He could have kissed her forever, until she'd lost the ability to think or speak, but unfortunately, she was only human. One who needed to breathe.
"You okay there?" he murmured against her mouth as she panted against him.
"Yeah," she breathed, flustered as she removed her hands from his hair. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You're a good kisser," he said when he drew away from her, keeping her in his lap. "Not at all what I expected from a bookworm like you."
She didn't say anything, just tried to hide her hot face in his shoulder before climbing off him.
The rest of the night was mundane but perfect: the two of them lounged on the sofa in front of the small television set, that show about drag queens playing at a low volume as she lay on his chest and let him play with her hair. The experience felt brand new to him; he'd spent so much of his relationships being the one who was comforted that being able to comfort someone was an alien experience, but one that he warmly welcomed.
Everything about the situation was how things should be: a man taking care of his girl when she needed him the most. No hidden agendas, no strings being pulled. It was as easy as breathing for him.
Once he felt Y/N start to drift off in his arms, he held her tighter to his chest and stood up to carry her to her bedroom, not needing to ask where to go. The small room felt cosier than his grand penthouse, like someone actually lived there. A pile of clothes sat on a chair in the corner, and a vanity table with makeup strewn across the surface was wedged between her bed and a wall.
Carefully, he laid her down on the double mattress and tucked the blanket around her, as if she was a giant caterpillar. He hesitated a moment before reaching down to cup her face in the palm of his hand, feeling her warm cheek, how soft her skin was. He was just bout to draw away when she stirred.
"Where are you going?" she murmured as she nuzzled her face into his palm and opened her eyes again. "I thought you were going to stay."
"I'll be here," he said softly, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. "But you've gotta get some sleep. We need our archivist to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed on Monday morning."
Her hand snaked out of the blanket cocoon and gently patted the space beside her. "Stay with me. At least until I'm asleep."
He swept his cape up behind him and lay down on the mattress next to her, not bothering to take his boots off. She didn't seem to mind from the way her eyelids were fluttering to stay open. The sheets smelled like her, sweet and delicate from her lingering body lotion and laundry detergent. There wasn't enough room for him to lie on his back, so he rolled over to face her, their foreheads almost pressed together.
She felt so warm, cocooned in her blankets, and he wished he could hold her close to him again. But then he would never be able to let her go.
"You never told me how you managed to get away from him," Homelander said after a long pause, his voice low.
Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again in hesitation. He could tell that she still wasn't entirely comfortable telling him all of the details, but he couldn't help his curiosity.
"I waited until he wasn't home one night and packed as much as I could in a bag so I could just run without him catching me," she said softly. "I figured I could just get the rest of my stuff later."
"Did he? Catch you, I mean."
She nodded. "He caught me as he was coming into the apartment and tried to pull me back inside, but all he managed to do was tackle me to the floor. So I kicked him in the face. He said I broke his nose."
"Did you?"
She laughed softly, a burst of air from her nose. "No, but I really tried."
"Atta girl," he said with a smile. "I figured you had some fire in you."
"I didn't have any money since he took all of it for himself, so I ran to my coworker's house. I didn't know where else to go."
"Well, you're safe now. I'll keep you safe."
He wanted to tell her about himself, but the time wasn't right. The words were right there, on the tip of his tongue.
I was hurt too.
But that was a conversation for another day. For now, he was just content to be able to fall asleep next to her.
At 5.30 pm the next Monday, Homelander waited for Y/N to finish work, just as he'd promised he would, to escort her home. As much as she tried to keep her nerves from him, he could hear how heavily her heart pounded in her chest and her teeth grinding together. It had taken quite a bit of convincing for her to come back to the archives after her week off, but he could tell that she was still apprehensive about leaving the building.
What did she have to worry about? She had him to look after her now.
"What's wrong?" he asked when he noticed that she'd stopped following him through the foyer.
"Everyone's staring," Y/N said, her voice small as she hugged her tote bag closer to her body. "Is it always like this?"
He glanced around at the other people gathered in the foyer, who were certainly staring at them. Some looked away when they noticed him looking back, while others continued, having whispered conversations behind their hands as if he couldn't hear them. Air-headed corporate types didn't normally bother him, but today they did.
Who's that girl with Homelander? What's she doing with him? Whose dick did she have to suck to get to hang out with him?
He fought back the urge to laser every one of them, instead settling for shooting the dirtiest look he could muster and making them scurry off like bugs under a log.
"Just try to ignore them," he said as he took her hand in his. "It's me they're looking at, not you."
They'd just reached the sidewalk when Y/N tugged on his hand, forcing herself to hide behind his back. He could feel her start to tremble against him as her pulse spiked and her lungs constricted, wheezing as she tried to stop herself from hyperventilating.
"What?" he asked, trying to pull her out from behind him. "What's going on?"
"He's here." Her voice was thin and strained as she cowered against him. "Over there."
Homelander followed Y/N's finger to where she pointed, his gaze landing on a scrawny-looking poindexter on the other side of the street.
That was the chump who'd reduced his sweet bookworm into a quivering mess?
His feet moved before his brain did. Y/N reluctantly let go of his hand as he started to march away from her.
"Please don't do anything bad," she called after him, her voice still shaking.
"I'm just gonna talk to him," he called back over his shoulder. "Don't worry."
The traffic slowed and stopped for him as he sauntered over the road, never looking anywhere but at his latest target. Even from fifty feet away, he could smell the stale cologne on him, could hear how he muttered to himself about Y/N.
God, what did she ever see in this guy?
The guy looked like he'd stepped right off the set of The Big Bang Theory; unruly hair that he clearly didn't know what to do with, lame graphic tee with some nerd shit on it. There was no way he was the same person who had convinced her she was nothing but dirt.
But he knew that looks could be deceiving.
"Hey there," Homelander called out as he approached. "You need something? Directions, an autograph?"
"Oh, Homelander," the guy said in surprise as he turned to face him. "I'm just, uh, waiting for my girlfriend to finish work."
"Really? Who's your girlfriend?"
"Her name's Y/N, she works in the archives."
You stupid fuck.
"Oh, Y/N! I know her, nice girl. You must be Scott, then. But from what she's told me, you're not her boyfriend anymore."
Scott's face dropped, clearly not very good at hiding his emotions.
"No, she's definitely my girlfriend," he said slowly. "I promised I would walk her home. You never know what weirdos are lurking around here."
"Hmm, I know exactly what weirdos are hanging around here."
Homelander narrowed his eyes at him, making sure to get as far under his skin as possible. There was no chance that this loser was going to act like his bookworm was actually his.
"What do you want with Y/N anyway? You guys friends or something?" Scott asked, starting to regain his nerve.
"Something like that."
"Figures," he scoffed. "She always preferred the company of men, if you know what I mean."
Homelander grit his teeth together, trying to keep himself from smashing his face into the wall.
"Alright buddy," he said. "She's already told me everything you did to her. I know that you kept her from her family, I know that you stole her money, and I know that you beat the shit out of her on a regular fucking basis."
His pulse spiked.
Gotcha.
"Listen, sh-she deserved it," he stuttered. "The apartment was always a mess, she spent all of her money as soon as she got it, she would talk to other guys all the time, I just couldn't get a hold of her."
"Bullshit," Homelander spat, the word punctuated with a quick flick to the bridge of his nose.
The cartilage cracked and splintered under his finger with a satisfying crunch before blood poured out of his nose like a faucet. No doubt there would be hairline fractures in other parts of his face.
"You broke my nose!" Scott cried, his voice muffled by his hands as he tried to stop blood from spilling down his face. "You broke my fucking nose!"
"Just finishing the job for her," Homelander hissed as he backed away from the snivelling loser. "If I catch you hanging around here again, it'll be your whole skull that gets caved in. Got it?"
"I'm gonna sue you. I'm gonna go to the press and then sue you and Vought for all you've got."
Homelander barked out a laugh. "I'd love to see you try. You go to the press and say that I broke your nose over your ex-girlfriend, who's going to believe you? This doesn't even count as collateral damage."
Just as quickly as he'd strode over, he turned on his heel again, inspecting his glove for any blood. Thankfully, they were spotless.
Clean as a whistle.
"I'd say I'd see you around, Scotty, but I don't want to see your fucking face around here ever again. You don't want to be sniffing around Y/N unless you want something worse to happen."
Without even looking back, he made his way back to the front of Vought Tower, a satisfied smirk on his face as cars stopped for him. Y/N was still waiting for him at the doors, clutching her bag to her body as she watched him approach her. She looked anxious as the people around her started to swarm towards him, trying to make herself look smaller and smaller in the crowd.
But as soon as she saw him, her body relaxed, and her eyes softened. When she'd told him she felt safe with him, he hadn't exactly believed her, but seeing how she reacted to his presence convinced him.
How could someone want to break down a creature as sweet and beautiful as her? Why would someone want to hurt her?
An image of her battered, bloodied face flashed into his mind: her nose bleeding, her lip split, one of her eyes blackened and swollen. It made his stomach turn; his blood ran hot. He could just turn back and finish the bastard off, but that wasn't what she wanted.
And what she didn't want, he didn't want.
"What happened?" Y/N asked as he approached her. "Is everything okay?"
He didn't say anything; instead, he closed the gap between them and cradled her face in his hands. She jumped slightly at the sudden contact before relaxing into him, the roar of the crowd around them fading away into a hum.
She felt so fragile under his hands; he could apply just the slightest amount of pressure to her head, and it would burst like a ripe tomato. But then that would make him just as bad as he was, and he only wanted to be good for her.
Don't scare her.
People were starting to look at them again; he could feel their eyes boring into him. If I did what he wanted to do, no doubt Ashley would be on his back about making a PR statement, or going public. That was the last thing either of them wanted.
Don't scare her.
"Are you okay?" she asked him again, her forehead starting to crease in concern. "What's wrong?"
"Fuck it," he mumbled under his breath before crashing his lips into hers, not caring about the commotion around them.
She stumbled backwards as a surprised squeak bubbled in her throat, her heart pounding as he continued to touch her, hoping to kiss the shock out of her. Her face was rigid against his for a moment before she kissed him back, melting into him as her hands rested on his chest.
The delicate scent of her perfume and the taste of her lip balm filled his senses, and a pleasured hum escaped her throat when her lips parted for him. He resisted the urge to kiss her the way he had in her apartment, suddenly hyper aware of the attention they were gaining.
Maybe if he kissed her more, they would all just go away.
"What was that for?" she asked him when he reluctantly broke away from her, her voice soft and sweet.
“No reason,” he mumbled against her lips. “Just felt like it.”
She smiled against him before giving him one more brief peck and pulling away from him. His face dropped slightly as his hands fell from her face, immediately missing the feeling of her being so close to him. But once the roar of the crowd around them returned, he understood why she'd moved away.
No doubt there would be a splash page of the two of them on Page Six the next day.
One gawking reporter asked who the 'lucky lady' was; plenty others demanded statements, but Homelander was hardly in the mood for PR. He wanted to make sure his girl got home safely, and he would turn every single one of them to dust if he had to.
"I think it's time we got you home, bookworm," he purred as he wrapped an arm around Y/N, holding her tightly to him with her arms circled around his neck. "Hold on tight."
She squeaked in surprise when they shot up into the air, the city getting smaller and smaller until the people looked like ants beneath them. Her grip on him tightened as they rose higher and higher, her lungs wheezing in the thinner air. They barely had the time to admire the view below them as they soared over the city, finally landing on the balcony of her apartment. He didn't want to let her go, and he could feel that she was still clinging onto him, her legs shaking as she regained her balance.
"You doing okay there?" he asked her when he let her go to unlock the balcony door.
"Yeah," she shakily breathed out as she opened the door and let them both inside. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Homelander followed her inside, slid the door closed behind her and watched her as she took her jacket off and hung it up at the front door. All six of the locks were still untouched.
"Is it always like that?" Y/N asked once she was sure that her legs weren't going to give out beneath her.
"What, flying?"
"No, I mean the attention," she said as she put her bag down on the sofa beside her and kicked her shoes off, Homelander following her lead. "I always thought I was destined to be invisible my whole life, so that is something I never thought would happen to me."
"You'll get used to it." The anxious look on Y/N's face didn't make it seem like she was entirely convinced. "Alright, you don't have to get used to all the attention just because of me. If you want your privacy, I'll make sure you get it."
"How can you be so sure? I really don't want to have the press knocking on my door."
"Sweetheart," he purred, a dangerous tone in his voice. "They'll listen to me. They have to."
Her face softened as she leaned in to him, tucking her legs up next to her as he pulled her to sit in his lap. He was just about to kiss her temple when a muffled ding sounded from her bag. An annoyed grunt escaped her throat as she forced herself to sit up and pull her phone out of her bag to look at a message. One that made her furrow her brow.
"What is it?"
"Library group chat," Y/N said, not looking up from her phone. "Apparently Scott's going around telling people you broke his nose."
That little pipsqueak works fast.
"I'm sure he's fine," Homelander said, a little too quickly.
"Did you?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
He could just lie to her and say he did it to himself. But that would be breaking the promise they'd made to each other.
"It's not a bad break," he eventually said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "He'll be fine in a few weeks. Besides, I got him off your back, didn't I?"
"I guess that explains why you didn't tell me what happened right away… But if it gets him to leave me alone, then okay."
"You're not mad?" he asked as he took his gloves off and unceremoniously dumped them on the coffee table.
"Of course I'm not mad," she said sweetly as she snuggled back into his chest.
He was quiet for a moment, not making any moves to touch her. She'd just found out the truth of how much he was willing to protect and defend her, and yet she wasn't cowering away from him like he'd expected her to. Instead, she was cuddling up to him like a puppy.
"You're not scared? Of me?"
She sat up again to look at him and took his face in her hands.
"No, I'm not scared of you," she said softly. "Should I be?"
"Someone once told me that they were scared of me. Someone I thought I was very close to."
"And where are they now?"
Dead. With a smoking hole in her head.
"She's not around anymore," he said, wanting to change the subject. "And that's for the best."
He braced himself for a barrage of questions about her that he wasn't in the mood to answer. He didn't think he would ever be in the mood to answer. A sense of relief washed over him when Y/N just nodded in agreement and leaned in to rest her forehead against his.
"Well, if I had your powers, I would have done the same for you," she said softly. "Thank you for looking out for me."
Homelander felt his face burn under her touch, and he prayed that she couldn't feel how hot his skin had become.
Is that what love is supposed to be like? Real, true love with no lies?
No matter how many times Starlight's words echoed in his mind, there was still that underlying fear that he was going to scare Y/N. She didn't know that he was easily smitten like this; not only did he fall fast, but he fell hard.
He couldn't fuck this up. He wouldn't fuck this up.
"Anytime, bookworm," he said, just as softly as she touched him. "Anytime."
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just imagine how angry homelander would get if people asked his girl about her sex life with him..
Best Things - NSFW
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It would be hellfire.
I feel like John was super prideful about showing you off to the world in the earlier times when you two first went public - but then he realizes he has to share. I can imagine the idea of you two going public was actually his idea, something you were just hesitant on as a nonsupe and he just got so petty and suspicious because that definitely instilled a hot insecurity that you’re ashamed of him.
So, of course, you two go public and it’s heaven. He gets to be so proud of his pretty little girl while everyone sees the love you have for him and only him. It’s interviews and magazines covers and it’s great for the supe because everybody knows who you belong to and that there is proof that he’s fucking loved.
Of course, until people start loving you - and getting too fucking personal.
Suddenly your boy is huffing with arms crossed as you sign autographs and laugh and smile your fucking teeth at all these cocksuckers. And honestly, he thinks you’re doing way too much for the fans, almost like you need their love more than his. Like the love he has for you isn’t enough or something.
John doesn’t know it, but it makes him pout. If there isn’t pure red, he’s probably pouting, waiting for you to prove him wrong - even though he’s never wrong. But he’ll still lean into your kisses.
The last fucking straw for the guy, though, is a question.
His little girl always gets dumbass questions from dumbass lowlives. It’ll never not want to make John pop someone’s eyes out, but restrains himself because he’s that good of a boyfriend.
But he’s all the way on the other side of the street of fans while you’re off all smiley on the other side. Of course, though, the shrill voice of a fan to you catches his ear.
“So, how’s the sex life with an actual superhero?”
John hears snickering and his sweet girl with stutters. He hears his own heart picking up and he can’t fucking believe. Fucking nobodies - who the hell do they think they are?
“Oh, I don’t-that’s a lot in question.”
Why are you such a pushover? Tell them to fuck off.
“I bet it’s a lot in general. It’s gotta be the best thing about you two, right?”
And that’s where John is at your side in a beat. It’s his own smiles as his voice booms with a sudden announcement that you two will be off - and with a grip too tight on your waist, you’re both off into the air - and you know.
You know when your boy’s lips are pulled thin and there’s heavy breathing. You want to tell him to do those breathing exercises you make him do, but you know it’s pointless.
(John thinks it utterly fucking stupid, but he only does it because it amuses him how happy you are when you see him “calm down.”, it’s not like the slow of his heartbeat means anything when he does them.)
He turns and there’s that crinkle of his glove. There’s no kisses when he pushes you down to the couch by the neck. There never is because it’s hard for John to be needy while angry without getting embarrassed.
The dress that’s too fucking short pulls up quickly and there’s already heavy breaths from you. A mimic that John holds between his gloves.
“You should’ve told them to fuck off, kitten.”
Not kitten.
Right now, you know you could go sweet and maternal with soft kisses that’ll trail down to his skin - but you’re too tired from all the meet and greets and you want it hard from your boy.
“John, I’m sorry.”
He scoffs into your mouth as his knees pushes on your crotch. He nudges against your pussy and there’s a little mewl from you. He almost loosens his grip on the arm that tries to reach for his face.
“You should be thankful I didn’t kill the bitch.”
“I am. I am, John.” It’s a soft moan where your boy puts a finger to your clit hard. He removes the glove in a quick moment before his finger is down there again - and you’re already wet.
John was already ready to fuck you into sweet pain, but the way your clit gets swollen so fast brings the blood hot. With the other hand, there’s a hard grip to your breast, he pushes your tit up as you give him a sweet moan.
Of course you like this. You’re his little brat - it can never be punishment for you. The only punishment you don’t enjoy is when he drops you while flying. But he fucks you so sweet then.
John stares into your sweet face, eyes closed and clit swollen. He looks down to your tit and swallows. Fuck. Fuck all of this.
The best thing out of you two? Fuck that bitch, but it’s a pretty close second.
His pointer finger brushes over the nipple as he begins to make circles on your little clit. He slips another finger into your pussy as he goes down to suck.
It’s hard, there’s almost a bite. Your semi-pantied pussy, wet and finger-fucked, is not enough for you to ignore the pain.
“John!”
He looks up, mouth still on your nipple.
“Soft, baby. Please.”
John looks into the sweet little mouth of yours and fuck. He feels calm crawling in. It’s fucking embarrassing how quick the anger fades to get you to soften.
“Sorry.” John’s tongue swirls around the nipple to sooth. The finger picks up the pace and you’re always so tight that it would be painful with he was weak.
Your moans and mewls bring the calm to John’s chest. There’s no longer red - just you and it would make him angry if he cared. He doesn’t care anymore. He just sucks on your breast and John gets lost - you can see it in your boys eyes. You can see him suddenly…get weak. If that’s what you can call it.
No, he’s thinking. And what a mess that’ll be.
The finger inside your pussy slows to a stop. You almost put your hands down there to guide him, but you see John pop his mouth off your nipple. There’s a glossy mouth as he almost flops the side of his face into your breast. He removes the finger and lowers his weight onto you. His favorite cuddle position. You almost sigh, but you just bring your hand to the other side of his face.
You brush against his cheek.
“John?”
There’s a sniffle.
“Baby?”
There’s no sigh.
“Is this the best thing about us?”
“Huh, baby?”
The weight of John’s head grows heavy. “The fucking sex, is that really the best thing?”
You sniffle. No, you guess.
“I don’t know, John. Would that be a problem?”
“It is the best thing, but all of it is.”
“Yeah.”
There’s a moment where you see your boys eyes shift, and then he lifts his head up towards you, chin on skin.
“What’s the other thing?”
You know exactly what to do now. There’s never a moment where you’re not working, you love it.
“The other thing?”
“The other things. About me.”
You run your hand over his hair. “You, John? Everything.”
He scoffs. “Besides my fucking dick.”
There’s a small laugh where John squeezes your thigh.
“Your hair.” You give the blond a little tug. “Your eyes.”
It’s said with a smile, but John furrows his brows and pulls his lips thin.
“Those-“ He inhales hard. “Those are just fucking things.”
His swallow is like a punch.
Oh, your poor baby.
“Aw, John - baby, come here, sweet boy.”
You pull him up, his head on your shoulders. It’s always so easy and you know John will kill you if he ever sees this as a weakness. Or worse, he’ll hide you forever.
“I love your laugh. Your real laugh.” You continue to play with his hair as you feel his thin lips on your neck - not kissing. “I love how you always find ways for dates even when you’re busy.”
John’s hand finds it’s way to your unsucked breast. He holds it gentle in an open palm.
You sigh light. “I love how strong you are - and I don’t mean your powers. You’re my strong boy. And that’s the best thing.”
There’s an instant squeeze to your breast. You don’t think it sexual, because John seems so focus on your answer that he might not be thinking about anything else.
There’s another sniffle.
“Okay.”
And your boy’s okay. He’ll be proud of himself soon enough.
You seem him look down to your sucked nipple, and you tug on his hair slow. You feel the hardness of his dick in your thigh.
“What’s the best thing about me, besides the best things?”
With another squeeze to one breast, and before going to suck on the other, you know John’s back to John, as always.
omg like a nsfw homelander one shot where he fucks like f!reader he actually knows well and genuinely likes and the reader actually likes him back??? (all these homelander stories have only him hate fucking them :(( makes me sad) THANK YOU LOVE YOU 💕💕💕
MOON SONG || NSFW Homelander one-shot
You know the killer doesn’t understand.
Warnings: none? Except more internal monologue than actual sex my bad guys 😔 also idk how his outfit actually works so bare with me
AFAB! Reader
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He hates this. You. You looking so pretty that it doesn’t feel right. The warmth in his stomach, like he can be killed.
But you look so nice - and it’s all for him. John knows this. He feels like he’s being punished. Why? He’s done everything right? He deserves more.
You turn, smiling small, tears glittering. You always look so small next to him, most people do - but it’s natural for you. To be something John can hide and hover. He takes you by the waist, squeezing and squeezing until you push into his hips - all needy, as you should be.
You’re here every Wednesday, you’ve been here every Wednesday since last Summer. The first Wednesday, you were like everyone else. That in itself makes John’s eyes roll. You became some assistant to somebody in some compartment and on and on and on. You really were like everyone else, and if you weren’t so…nice, you would’ve stayed that way.
Then, one day, you try to make conversation with him. The nerve, it’s almost admirable. He’s waiting to go on some show and you’re trying to kill time - but in reality, you’re trying to kill him. Honestly, but then John pushes you away as is right, because why would he talk to some low-life assistant to pass the time?
But you just laugh at his tight tone, all light and gentle with a smile that makes John feel like he’s been burning forever - he almost coughs.
You’re a pusher, he can tell. So, okay - he’ll bite.
Suddenly it’s a game to get you to crack, to make you like everyone else so you can just leave him alone. For you to either be some heiny-fucks that’ll praise him to death or to be one of those heiny-fucks that think they’re better than him. But no, you’re friendly. Why? He doesn’t fucking know.
Suddenly, you won’t leave him alone, even when you’re not there - cause suddenly John is thinking of ways he can see you - and as the months go on, he’s thinking of ways to make you happy.
It’s a really weird feeling that pushes on his lungs. John will see you and feel a sick, warming hand on his chest. He can admit, eventually - that he wants to see you. Regrettably. Gross, right?
It’s not regret that comes when he can get you to laugh, to press your hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t know what comes and goes anymore. But you’ve come, and you’re not going anywhere. After everything you’ve done to get him like this? He deserves more than that.
You tell him that you might be assigned to another company, and John laughs in your face. It’s mean and sharp, uncharacteristic for your relationship with him.
Why do you think you can go?
Neither of you know how the conversation ended up with his hand almost crushing your jaw, but you just brush his cheek. You realize in that moment, he’s only ever known how to get his way doing one thing. It usually ends in blood, him always wanting more. So you just brush his cheek and smile with a light sigh.
“You’re not going to hurt me, and I’m not going anywhere - not when I’ve got my best friend right here.”
John laughs, disbelief and anger settling. He could crush your hand in that moment, so small and fragile that he would love breaking you.
But you smile, and he knows he actually wouldn’t. That’s the only thing that gets him angry.
Your touch is so sweet that John leans into the soft palm of your hand, wanting. It’s you that needs this, reassurance - not him. You place a kiss on his neck, and there goes the night.
And every Wednesday, everyday after that night, he thinks about you - how he can’t hurt you. And if he can’t hurt you, then no one can.
Your smile and the way you hold yourself. How you laugh and have shit taste in music. How you can poke and push at him. How people wonder how your head hasn’t blown off yet.
Seriously, people see you play fight with the Homelander, playfully insulting him and prodding and you aren’t a bag of guts and bone. How? How John doesn’t even punish you when you two are alone together, ridiculous really.
You call him John so sweetly that he should feel sick, but he feels something even worse - he feels like a man. Only a man. He smiles like it’s instinct and he almost fucking begs to say it again.
There you go, making a mess out of him.
There’s a mess on the company floor. It’s red and smells like copper and meat. It’s some man who tried hitting on you, some fucking suit. But it’s okay, cause John was there to save you.
He takes you up to his apartment and you’re still crying. He doesn’t understand why. It would be annoying in any other moment, but it’s the way you sniffle that makes John crack. He doesn’t like you like this. Where’s the smile? Where’s you?
He doesn’t understand, and you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.
But he knows how to make you feel better. He plays copycat - because you always know how to make him feel better, don’t you? It’s what you do best.
He’s so fucking whipped that he can’t see you’re scared. But hey, maybe you’re not. Because he places the sweetest kiss on your neck, and you don’t have to wonder why this is what ruined him in the place.
The kisses make there way up, warming your jaw, his gloved hands go to caress your chin, but then John remembers how you said you didn’t like the feeling of them. So they slip off, end up on the table. It’s his hands holding your face, you lean in every which way.
His tongue slips into your mouth, teeth cold and you’re so warm and small that somewhere else he would want to break you. Crack all the pretty parts of you. Fuck, he really doesn’t get it.
He wants you safe, healthy. Here. You have no reason to go anywhere anymore. Not when he’s become so nice.
Your hips buck into him and John loves it - the need. He needs it, he needs more. You moan so slightly against his mouth and it’s like every other night, except this time, he’s taking care of you.
His hands clutch your shoulders, keeping you in place as his lips keep pressing into yours. You hum, approving. The buzz against his chin and your hands go to undo his belt.
A tear falls, and John licks it away. Salt and your spit and your perfectly fragile hands around his cock. He places you sprawled across the table, knees apart and up. You tearful, but smiling. There’s his girl.
Your hands are still on his dick, moving in a gentle rhythm and pleasure shoots through John. How could you want anything more than this? How could anyone thing you could want more than him?
He pushes your underwear to the side, your pretty pussy already so wet for him. He slides his middle and ring finger up and down, hand glistening with you. It’s so fucking beautiful.
He’s never wanted to make someone feel better, but when you’re mewling with small, quick breaths - how could he be made for anything else? Fucking ridiculous.
His fingers slip into you so easily that John wants to laugh, but his ears only here your slight moans. You continue to jerk off his dick as best you can, in your fragile, perfect state. He fingers you, you’re so tight - you clench and John knows you were made for him.
“It’s okay, pretty girl. You’ve been doing so good, haven’t you?”
You nod carelessly, already so drunk - from his fingers alone. Your thumbs slide over his slit and John almost jolts.
He wants to make you feel better, but how can he help himself? Your fault, really.
He lowers close, his nose to yours. You’ve got your eyes closed and John hates it, as pretty and needy as you look. He wants you to see when he takes you. He’ll be so good that you’ll have to stay forever.
“Open your eyes.”
You do, cause you know not to deny him, and even if you didn’t - it’s routine at this point.
He lowers into you, thrusting slowly as you moan so lightly. You’re always so tight that one day, John will want to break you. Not today, though. Not when you’ve been so good for him.
John continues to thrust as you clench around his cock, you grab onto his biceps for a good hold and he praises you, because good girl - using what you need. Using him.
Your fingers try digging into his skin - and what would be pain makes him fuzzy and John snakes his arms around your back, pulling up to sit on him.
Your chest is to his as you try to bounce as you’ve done before - but John holds you still. You don’t need to do anything. He thrusts up into you, the bulge of himself moving through you so quick but so…close. You moan and you’ve got your arms around his shoulders. You curl into him, as you should. There’s nowhere else to be.
“I’ll do anything for you.” John says it with a low breath, because he would.
And he will. You know he will, he’s going to. You don’t plan on stopping him.
You pull on his hair, hands moving through the back of his scalp as you become the perfect cock sleeve. Your hands are so warm that John thrusts even harder because it’s the nerves. You squeak, almost.
God, there isn’t one - but he’ll keep you forever.
Your entire body jerks and twitch as your hold tightens - you breath so weakly, but quick that you’ve came on him. John feels you twitch against him and on his cock. The heat of your tight cunt molding into him. He thrusts again, he can’t help himself.
Your hands make their way to the top of his chest, knuckles making small fists right below his neck, the top of your head on his jaw.
This picture is so perfect. John cums, he feels it up against the hilt. He thrusts again, just to make sure his cum stays where it’s supposed to be.
He leaves a long kiss on your hair.
“I’ll do anything you want me to, too.” You whisper. You’re still on his dick.
Then a thought occurs, something John deserves.
“If I keep you like this?”
You wiggle and John’s cock twitches inside you. He can hear your heartbeat, so little and quick and he can feel you smile against his chest. He returns it.
Look what you do to him.
“You like that idea, don’t you?”
You don’t nod or whisper a small yes, you just press your face into him. That’s a good enough answer for John.
But no wasn’t an a option, it never was. That’s okay for you. When you’ve got him like this? He’ll never hurt you. Even with the blood still splattered on you, it’ll never be yours.
And John will never let you go anywhere. After this? He’ll never understand why you would want to leave - not after what he’s done for you, not after all he’ll do for you.
He’ll never understand that is exactly what makes him a monster, a killer.
You twitch against his cock, and he can feel himself harden again. Needy thing, aren’t you?
You push yourself up on him, sliding down with a pretty breath against his chest.
A Closed Window, Slightly Ajar [Homelander x Reader]
Title: A Closed Window, Slightly Ajar [Homelander x Reader]
Synopsis: Follow up to Milky White. Homelander has your number. He shouldn’t know that. Homelander knows where you live. He really shouldn’t know that.
Your new two bedroom apartment is a nice place in a nice area. You no longer worry about scraping together money for rent or diapers or dinner. There’s even room in your budget for things you don’t need, nursery blankets and books. Or the nice lacy black bra you’re currently wearing–a personal treat.
And all because you’ve become the personal escort of Homelander, America’s number one superhero. But was escort the right word? You never had sex. He never even kissed you. He had you sit on the sofa or the bed, and he snuggled with you, and he suckled out your breast milk and that was that. Escort had other connotations.
Your phone begins to buzz on the coffee table and you leap for it. You can never tell when your son will sleep through the slightest noise and when it will wake him up.
Synopsis: You’ve got a newborn baby and bills up your ass. You’re offered big bucks to work as an escort, but it’s only on your way to your first job that you find out your client is the Homelander himself.
Word Count: 4071
notes: reader is an escort, reader recently had a child/descriptions of post-childbirth body, paid sexual encounter, adult breastfeeding, improper use of breast milk
The job was going to pay off two of your massive credit card debts in one fell swoop. That’s how much it paid. And that’s what you reminded yourself as the car rolled to a stop inside a darkened parking garage, which had been accessible only when the driver submitted a security code and held his face up to a digital scanner. That this job was going to pay a lot… a lot.
And if he liked you, there might be more jobs in the future. More credit cards you could paid off. Loans you could wipe out. A college fund for your newborn son. Only if he liked you, though, is what the agency told you; only if he wanted you to come back after this first job.
But who, exactly, was your client? That had been kept mum, even as you were led into a black car with tinted windows, even as you were led through security clearance upon security clearance. A gated road, an underground tunnel, and now a private parking garage…
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moon song by @richeeduvie love love and love this one. its one of my fav homelander fics!
ೃ⁀➷ angst/smut/fluff(?)
best things by @richeeduvie this author is one of the best writers for him literally all the stuff they write is AMAZING.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic(?)/kinda fluffy
baby it’s halloween & savior complex by @richeeduvie this was actually one my first reads of this persons work and ive loved it ever since.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic(?)
coalesce by @richeeduvie seriously pls go and follow this person because they’re one of the best writers writing for homelander, because i just love them.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic
milky white by @after-witch love this and the follow ups to these. beautifully written. so please show some love to it.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic/some fluff
a closed window, slightly ajar by @after-witch a follow up to the fic above and it’s just as amazing. like I just love it soooo much! so as before show it some love please.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic/some fluff
treat you better by @after-witch love, love and love this fic the writer did an amazing job and it’s one of the first ones i’ve read
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/smut
midnight baker by @bastardfucker I just love this fic it’s so soft and fluffy and i just love reading it
ೃ⁀➷ smut/dark fic(?)
gods and good boys by @the-odd-devil I just love it. so so much amazing and brilliant writing and I think we can all agree that homelander is a partial sub
ೃ⁀➷ smut/angst/fluff/kinda dark
four letter word ii by @seeds-and-sins soulmate au fics are just something i really love to read and this is just an example because i love these.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff
media couple by @darling-i-read-it love reading fake couple/dating to having feelings especially for a show like the boys.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/kinda dark
movie premiere by @darling-i-read-it love this and the author, she is amazing at writing him and im so lucky to find her work because it’s honestly some of my favs
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/angst
apologies by @darling-i-read-it I really love fics where they have to hide their relationship and something happens to it. it’s *chef’s kiss*.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/angst/smut/kinda dark
mine by @hes-the-muse so amazing, it’s so good and I don’t even have the words to express how I feel
ೃ⁀➷ angst/smut/really dark
home sweet home by @cherienymphe this one is really dark but I think it stays true to who homelander is as a character and that’s why i like it so much.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/fluff/smut
side eyes by @hes-the-muse in love with this one. the vibes, writing and everything all around it.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/smut
patience baby by @theboysfanfic love it, just filthy dirty smut and it’s just so good.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic
therapy sessions with the devil by @pretoriafics I always look for a fic where homelander basically gets obsessed with this therapist and this is exactly it!
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/kinda angsty
birthday gift by @honnelander it’s just a fluffy fanfic that makes me tingle because it’s so fluffy and i am in love with it.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/kinda angsty/kinda dark
gentle by @thehoundwrites just in love with homelanders kinda a brat but that’s canon and that’s why I love it it.
ೃ⁀➷ smut
nsfw alphabet by @thehoundwrites very self explanatory and I just love nsfw alphabets and this one is no different
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/angst/smut/kinda dark
my destruction is an hour late by @venus-haze obsessed with this one and it’s also very canon to how he would react as well.
You guys requested me about this one so much! I’m glad all of you liked part one. Now, prepare yourself for your worst nightmare being Homelander’s therapist.
Word count: 1.683
Contain: Therapist!Reader x Homelander
Warnings: Mental disorders, sexual harassment, stalking and regurgitation.
+16 only
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PART 1
THE BOYS MASTERLIST
I’d did this request yesterday on my Portuguese blog, and I thought that you guys would love it!
Anonymous asks: Y/N is a therapist who works for Vought and is doing a few evaluations on the Super.
Word count: 1.806
Contain: Therapist!Reader x Homelander
Warnings: Mention of sexual violence, mention of serial killers, mention of cases of children with psychopathy, mental disorders.
+16 only
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PART 2
THE BOYS MASTERLIST
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fics that I just love so so much 💕. go give these fics a like, a reblog, and a comment because these were AMAZING because the authors deserve!
also give these writes the love they deserve because they sure as hell deserve it!
i also have some recommendations on AO3 so here is my link to my account where you can find them. i was thinking about putting them here but it would’ve been to much work.
also what i interpret things as fluff/angst might be different to other people and it’s just an opinion based.
on tumblr.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/smut
moon song by @richeeduvie love love and love this one. its one of my fav homelander fics!
ೃ⁀➷ angst/smut/fluff(?)
best things by @richeeduvie this author is one of the best writers for him literally all the stuff they write is AMAZING.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic(?)/kinda fluffy
baby it’s halloween & savior complex by @richeeduvie this was actually one my first reads of this persons work and ive loved it ever since.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic(?)
coalesce by @richeeduvie seriously pls go and follow this person because they’re one of the best writers writing for homelander, because i just love them.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic
milky white by @after-witch love this and the follow ups to these. beautifully written. so please show some love to it.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic/some fluff
a closed window, slightly ajar by @after-witch a follow up to the fic above and it’s just as amazing. like I just love it soooo much! so as before show it some love please.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic/some fluff
treat you better by @after-witch love, love and love this fic the writer did an amazing job and it’s one of the first ones i’ve read
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/smut
midnight baker by @bastardfucker I just love this fic it’s so soft and fluffy and i just love reading it
ೃ⁀➷ smut/dark fic(?)
gods and good boys by @the-odd-devil I just love it. so so much amazing and brilliant writing and I think we can all agree that homelander is a partial sub
ೃ⁀➷ smut/angst/fluff/kinda dark
four letter word ii by @seeds-and-sins soulmate au fics are just something i really love to read and this is just an example because i love these.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff
media couple by @darling-i-read-it love reading fake couple/dating to having feelings especially for a show like the boys.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/kinda dark
movie premiere by @darling-i-read-it love this and the author, she is amazing at writing him and im so lucky to find her work because it’s honestly some of my favs
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/angst
apologies by @darling-i-read-it I really love fics where they have to hide their relationship and something happens to it. it’s *chef’s kiss*.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/angst/smut/kinda dark
mine by @hes-the-muse so amazing, it’s so good and I don’t even have the words to express how I feel
ೃ⁀➷ angst/smut/really dark
home sweet home by @cherienymphe this one is really dark but I think it stays true to who homelander is as a character and that’s why i like it so much.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/fluff/smut
side eyes by @hes-the-muse in love with this one. the vibes, writing and everything all around it.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/smut
patience baby by @theboysfanfic love it, just filthy dirty smut and it’s just so good.
ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic
therapy sessions with the devil by @pretoriafics I always look for a fic where homelander basically gets obsessed with this therapist and this is exactly it!
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/kinda angsty
birthday gift by @honnelander it’s just a fluffy fanfic that makes me tingle because it’s so fluffy and i am in love with it.
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/kinda angsty/kinda dark
gentle by @thehoundwrites just in love with homelanders kinda a brat but that’s canon and that’s why I love it it.
ೃ⁀➷ smut
nsfw alphabet by @thehoundwrites very self explanatory and I just love nsfw alphabets and this one is no different
ೃ⁀➷ fluff/angst/smut/kinda dark
my destruction is an hour late by @venus-haze obsessed with this one and it’s also very canon to how he would react as well.
