HI! I'm Taffie. I write, edit, and make images. I use this account to post my fics and also to ramble so I can get off other social media sites... im black, unlabled and go by she/her. unlabled does not equal straight/gay or cis/trans it means UNLABLED please do not try to label me because my gender and sexuality is more complicated than any label
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i post my thoughts a lot and most of the time is is taboo things including, noncon(dk if i can say the actual word), fauxcest, incest, and abuse. the only thing i don't talk about is anything to do with underage.
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Hughie x younger sister?....👀👀 fauxcest or incest...
(pre the boys because I don’t feel like working around the events in the show and the fact he’d have no time, also i make up stuff about his life obviously noncanon ) not beta read or edited, this got some smut, reader is a little jealous when he gets with robin and does bitchy stuff, hughie is a pervert and a cheater , i get a little off track lmao just read 😚
• I feel like hughie wouldn’t commit real incest but he would be into fauxcest and he’d figure this out on accident some time when you two were younger
• hughie has had a crush on you since highschool. you two had always been close friends because you both was awkward nerds. when he first saw you he thought you were cute you kept to yourself and you were one year younger than him so he felt maybe he could help you not be a lonely freshman like he was. he watched you sit by yourself every day at lunch. he was sort of a stalker.
• one day he he actually decided to approach you and he were so shy just staring at him for a few seconds when he asked if he could sit there before saying sure. your first conversation was so awkward he rambled a lot he said a lot of random things that hed try to overexplain as to not freak you out
• you found him cute too and from that day since you two were best friends and inseparable.
• your peers caught on to this and they started saying you two were like siblings when someone finally said it to hughies face he couldn’t get it of his mind that label plus his crush on you mended in weird ways and it stuck with him into adulthood
• hed try to slyly call you sis or call himself your brother and that he’d always protect you and when you started to reciprocate and even tell others hes like your brother with out the blood relation he was so happy.
• after a few years youd stop adding the “without the blood relation” part hed get so excited about it he just loved the idea of being your brother
•as adults you were still very close if not closer and not having a reciprocated attraction to eachother but he was still the only one aroused by the idea of being your brother while you still said it in a innocent way
• in his fantasies youd be brother and sister and hes sneak into your room laying in bed with you kissing your neck and soon fucking you into the mattress while making you say you love your big brother between moans and whimpers
• he frequently had these different scenarios play in his head they always turned him on to the max just the simple idea of you being related to him
• when you moved in together that desire got stronger Wayy stronger… he resisted the urges to sneak into your bedroom like his fantasies or bend you over the dining room table when you were just trying to eat your cereal or eating you out on the couch while you try to watch some movie we was a geek about.
• you were so oblivious to the fact that hed hold a pillow from your couch in his lap when you were on the phone talking about how greatful you were to have a brother like him and how hes so good to you. you were so cute it turned him on so easily
• i feel like the next time this would happen you’d ask why he always put a pillow over his lap and he starts stammering trying to explain how his thighs are just cold and you’d be like “its hot as hell in here how are you cold?” and you get all close to him placing your hand on the pillow and he just looks at you and closes his eyes when you lift the pillow up and theres his boner standing at attention in his sweat pants you gasped which made his cock jump he loves everything you do…
• “hughie…” and hed look at you “i-im sorry this just happens i-i can’t control it…” his face was so red
• this revaluation should make you feel disgusted but after the initial shock the more you stared at his cock that looked quite nice in his sweatpants you felt horny. you scooted closer to him and rubbed your head over his cock which made him groan. “what are you doing sis…” ugh he didn’t mean to call you that it just makes it worse this is something hes dreamed of. you paused “is that what gets you like this…” “what…” “me being your fake sister…” hes silent for a bit contemplating on lying but what would be the point “y-yeah” you were surprised you never thought of it sexually. but it was kind of hot not you’re thinking about it
• you bit your lip and pulled his pants and boxers down enough to let his cock out, his tip was sticky with pre and he was so overwhelmed already just the fact you didn’t run away has his blood rushing through him.
• you wrapped your hands around his cock and started stroking it slowly his hips twitched “you sure y-you wanna do this” he wanted to give you a chance to change your mind before he acted out what hes been wanting for years.
• you nod looking at his face as you stroked him. he grabbed your head and kissed you gently his other hand started to grope your chest oh how he’s wanted to grab your tits for sooo many years. seeing you half naked at time because you trusted him that much didn’t help his urges.
•you two made out for a while you continued stroking his cock till he came all over his stomach and your hand. he almost passed away when you licked his cum off your hand
•you two soon had more little sexual situations like this where hed finger you or youd jerk him off or youd both do it to eachother, or hef thigh fuck you which led to real fucking when you two couldn’t take it anymore
•after that you two frequently had sex like all around the apartment(genuinely i believe he is a nypho because why did him and the clone fuck so much) on the couch on the floor on the patio on the bed on the table on the counter in the bath just everywhere. and he’d still call you sis and you’d still call him your brother you two would even roleplay some of the situations he used to day dream about.
• one you acted out was you needing him to pick you up late at night when you weren’t supposed to be out and him making you have sex with him in the car and he wont tell your (made up) parents. he’d always mess up the acting though and say things that make absolutely no sense in the scenario but it’s endearing
•but after a while you two stop fucking when he meets robin, since you two weren’t in a relationship he wasn’t exactly taken and robin was persistent on being with him and he was torn between you two but ultimately he chose robin. this infuriated you of course.
• he would spend more and more time with her he barely came home and when he did it was with her and they would fuck so loudly it was irritating
• after a while you had enough and started trying to sabotage them calling him saying you had an emergency and needed him home ONLY him he found the request odd why couldn’t robin come but him being him he came home as fast as he could only to see you just sitting watching tv in the living room. “whats wrong with you what happened are you okay?!?” “well i think im okay now…” “are you sure?” “yeah a hundred percent sorry” you say with a cheeky smile he sighed and just went upstairs to bed since robin had gone home when he left.
• the next week he told you about this cool event him and robin were going to and you were just annoyed hearing about it. when the day came you misplaced hughies shoes he wore when he had to walk a lot, then you hid his car keys when he found the shoes and he looked everywhere for like 30 minutes before giving up and calling robin to tell he he cant drive them there and it was too far to walk. you just silently smiled hearing him on the phone
•then him and robin were in the house together watching tv and what was worse was she was sitting in your spot and he was letting her you went to the bathroom and forced yourself to puke then started screaming for hughie and both him and robin came up the stairs hughie instantly knelt and held your hair and robin was trying to help too “i can get some paper towels” you turned to her “no i think you should go home this is embarrassing for me its okay…” you fake sobbed drooling into the toilet as you threw up some more and she instantly left as hughie was whispering that you were gonna be okay.
• you would keep doing these little sneaky things and robin eventually caught on and was trying to tell hughie what you were doing and he didn’t want to believe her til you did it a far too many times. he had to confront you. you were in your room reading a book when hughie stood at the door way “can we talk about something..” “yes hughie!” you said excitedly “can you tell me why you keep sabotaging my relationship with robin…” you just freeze up “i don’t know what you’re talking about…” “come on yes you do don’t lie.” he said it playfully as to not seem so confrontational but it wasn’t a joke to him “okay but… you just replaced me… with her… i did what i could to have my brother back” you looked at him with doe eyes hoping to get him to go easy on you and forgive you
• “is my lil sis jealous?” he taunted with that adorable smirk he does. you just roll your eyes at him “you are always with her you just got rid of me” he pursed his lips “yeah i love robin but i still love you… shes my girlfriend but youll always be my sister which to me.. is way above a girlfriend” he walked to your bed sitting in the edge as he spoke.
• he reached out and caressed your face “it doesn’t feel like that hughie…” you pouted and tears threatened to spill from your eyes “no no baby sis dont cry its okay he pulled you in for a hug pressing your head in head in his chest as he rubbed your back. “i love you okay… i can show you how much i love you just like we used to” you broke the hug and immediately lit up knowing what he meant. you eagerly kissed him you kissed his face all over down to his neck which of course he liked but he stopped you “mm mm no you haven’t been nice not so quick “ he pulled you in for a slow passionate kiss, pushing you on your back while not breaking the kiss he caressed your body, his hands running down your sides then trying to lift up your shirt which you had to break the kiss to do. when you were out of your shirt he started to kiss your neck then down to your breasts he groped one and took the other into his mouth, you whimpered and squirmed. he was so glad you only had that shirt and underwear on, less to take off. he moved down lower and lower till he was kissing your inner thighs that tingle got so strong it hurt you whined “please…” “please what, sis? what do you want?” you loved that he was confident during sex but it was irritating sometimes “please eat me out…” “of course”
he pulled your panties down and made you lift your legs up and he dug in without a word licking up and down your slit and back up again to your clit that he began sucking on you moaned as he continued to lick and suck and even better he started to moan into you causing vibration that felt so good he was getting hard from this. he added a finger inside of you curling it at the perfect angle to make you squirm even more it was becoming harder for you to keep your legs up but you tried your best with the pleasure you were feeling. he added in another finger it felt so good it was all too much you closed your thighs around his head as you came so hard. he could barely breathe but it didn’t even matter to him your sweet moans was enough for him.
okay yall thats all for now its 6am but i wanted to finish this blurb turned fic thing i might write more cus i like hughie
i just saw a post of a bunch of minors bragging about lying about their age to interact with fic writers and i blocked everyone in the comments plus the post maker cus i don’t play abt that shit i don’t want to interact with NOBODY whos a minor. respect my boundaries genuinely this page is not for children and you shouldn’t be looking at sexual content especially not taboo sexual content. ITS NOT FOR YOU!!! please save yourself the trauma just be your age and stay out of adult spaces and stop talking to adults online even as “friends” i learned that the hard way when i was 13 and i kept making the mistake till i was 15 😭 DONT BE LIKE ME. BE SMART BE SAFE !!
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i been really into ian somerhalder lately especially in 2003-2006. i love him in lost for obvious reasons his character is in love with his stepsister. i miss when tv did these weird storylines its interesting i write things like that for that reason too i like to write outrageous things and it helps me be less depressed for whatever reason i guess its because the more taboo fiction you write the less intrusive thoughts of something like that being forced on you come into your head. the minimization of intrusive thoughts and paranoid makes you happier and clearer headed this is why it works to write your fears… only thing i have left to write is murder i guess which im still scared about writing its a big thing im paranoid about but i have to write about it to stop being so scared like imagine i write it but die or something like yk thats my paranoia making me think the worse will happen if i write something im scared of. something happened in my life recently and i got paranoid like what if i was being punished for writing things that aren’t happy go lucky. but i realize im not a bad person for writing what i write, when i write victims i write it through my lenses because ive been in a sexually abusive situation several times, the readers i write are incredibly self indulgent and have all the thoughts ive had its almost like writing myself but i control what happens so it just feels good
anyway yeah when i come back im gonna have to write about him ugh so perfect and he had the bro look.
and when he aged he was dada LMAOOO he looked like bruce wayne and bruce wayne is my MANNN FOR LIFE if yk me personally you knowwwww
i have something big and emotionally taxing going on in my life right now
and because of paranoia and stress and being busy i can’t write right now… ill write next month and hopefully you guys will still be into my stuff lolll i love u guys keep big bro kev in mind foreva
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A/N: i know i don't typically post character x character fics but i have such an obsession with any ship including homelander. if kripke had a pair, this is how the boys would have ended. playing fast and loose with canon right now, please ignore how hughie + kimiko 100% would have stopped this. hope you enjoy, reblogs + comments are always appreciated!
Tags: whumpfic, explicit gore, physical torture, rape/non-con, anal sex, no protection, violence, oral sex, blowjobs, blood and gutsy stuff, kicking, stomping, homelander's pitiful relationship with God, cock and ball torture, body horror
Wordcount: 1.6k
For years, this was all Butcher wanted. A taste of power over the Supe who had single-handedly ruined his life. Hundreds of sleepless nights, looking at his empty mattress with a mix of disdain and heartache, waiting for a knock on the door that he knew would never come. He knew there was no justice in this gruesome world, that he would have to seek it himself, and now? The fruit of the last ten years had miraculously bloomed in front of him.
He pawed his trusty crowbar with thinly veiled excitement. He knew the optics on this weren't painting him in the best light, but the audience at home could wank off for all he cared. He had The Homelander in the palm of his calloused hand, pathetic and whimpering without his powers.
Billy snorted softly at the pleas that escaped the writhing scum before him—he had heard it all before. "I'll do anything," people would beg. "Whatever you want." Empty promises, all of them. This time, though, it felt a little different.
"Please," Homelander sobbed, looking more like a sniveling baby the more he begged. "What do you want? You want money?"
"Oh, darling," Billy purred, the electricity of this moment pumping through his veins, "I'm hurt. You know that's not it."
"I'll do anything—fuck, anything! I—" he hacked violently, starting to choke on his own blood and snot, "—I'll suck your dick!"
Again, a small huff of laughter. "You're a pathetic, little bastard," he said, teeth gleaming behind his twisted grin. "Wee bit of blood and you offer that mouth of yours?"
Again, Homelander let out a broken sob. He wanted so badly to wipe away the blood that poured from his mouth like tap water, coating his bruised chin, but God—hell, did he really believe in God now, of all times?—only knew what Butcher would do at the slightest movement.
"Don't do this to me, I'm begging you," he said through a retch, physically sickened by the near-certainty of his death. "William, please."
"Let's ask the folks at home, huh? Get ourselves a poll going?"
Yes, it was cruel. But so, so deserved. He spent years mourning the day Becca's life and innocence was stolen from him, and now he had the chance to get even. If he played his cards right, he could rightly get a good deal more out of the bargain too.
"Ah, resounding yes," Butcher said, content as could be. If he weren't so into this little power play, he would see how horrified Hughie was from behind the doors, struggling to break through them. "But I think we need a little insurance here."
With one swift, sick crack to the face, a solid handful of Homelander's front teeth came loose. Bloodied little pearls flew from his mouth with an anguished scream.
"Much better," Billy hummed, positively relishing in the groans of agony he was met with as he unbuckled his belt. "Won't feel so tempted to get nippy now, will ye?"
With one hand still holding his crowbar and the other gripping tightly on Homelander's hair, Butcher bucked his hips with a force strong enough to suffocate. There was no give in his pace, no shred of kindness that lessened the burn in Homelander's throat. It didn't even feel good, but that was far from the point.
It was a message. A clear, direct message to not only Homelander, but to all of America—to all of the world: he was no God. No all-powerful being in the slightest. He was nothing but a pitiful, crying cunt and a lackluster cocksucker. Letting that be known felt better than any mediocre head could ever feel.
Though, if he were being honest, the bloody mess of Homelander's mouth oiled his cock up pretty well, enough to fill the room with obscene sounds. Slick, wet gurgling and gagging, loud enough to pick up on camera, Butcher was sure.
"I must say, you've never looked better than this," Billy said through deep sarcasm, biting his lip and giving his thick eyebrows a raise. "Couldn't'a been a pornstar instead? Need a little practice, but you get the job done, love."
If he had any dignity left, any at all, Homelander would have bitten down hard enough to rip Butcher's dick right in half. The only problems were that he had no such dignity and no such teeth.
Instead, he relaxed his throat the best he could and silently whimpered to himself, letting his tears mix with dried blood down his cheeks. He kept his hands between his thighs, pitifully rubbing over his half-chubbed cock. What did it say about him that a small part of him was getting off on this? Before he could ponder that further, Butcher took notice.
"Oh, look at that," he cooed with a slow whistle, quickly pulling his dick out of Homelander's mouth. "Gettin' a stiffy, mate?" His amused tone shifted quickly, almost unnoticeably fast, into one of pure disgust and lividity. He rubbed the tip of his boot over the lump in Homelander's costume, tracing it with a furrowed brow. He swiftly stomped on it, crushing the once powerful Supe's cock against the cool, linoleum floor.
"Get up."
"F—fuck, please," he said, slumping forward in agony. Going from never feeling pain to feeling the highest form possible, it rocked John to his core. He never imagined such suffering existed, let alone that he should ever feel it. "I can't," he said through sharp wails, clutching his beaten genitals. "I c—can't!"
Pulling him up by his overly dyed hair, Butcher slammed John's body against the wooden desk. He clawed through the costume, ripping the impenetrable fabric with wild strength. John's body was so soft underneath the padding, so human.
Maybe it would have made another man think about his actions—consider how heinous it was to treat another person this way. Butcher was not that man. The exposed, pudgy flesh on Homelander's body begged to be marked and scarred. To be ravished.
That.
That was the man Butcher was, sick as it made him.
"Is this how she felt?" Billy demanded, wrapping his hand around John's throat and forcing his head back to a sickening degree, nearly snapping it backward to look at him.
He had gone, perhaps, a bit too far with this, but he would be damned if he stopped now. He was drunk on it—the sweet catharsis of revenge and justice. Was it really justice, though, if the vengeance neared outweighing the original crime?
When he forced John against the desk, he wasn't sure of his plan. He wanted to strike him, to cut him, or impale him, but none of that would be enough. Butcher's mind was made up the second he heard John's chants of "no" and "please" when his hand lingered over his ass in thought.
He shoved himself into his clenched hole, stretching his tight ass with only drying blood and leftover spit coating his length to ease the entry. An eye for an eye, he told himself, pounding away into John's bleeding rim.
"Answer me," Billy repeated slowly, tightening his grip on John's neck. He gave a sharp strike against his Adam's apple.
"Just—" John hacked up a fat wad of blood and spat it out, watching as it dribble down the length of the desk, "—just fucking kill me, for the love of God."
When pain becomes too much to bear, the brain will often shut down completely. John's neural pathways fought to stay active, but between the throbbing pain in his gums and the tearing of his asshole, he was struggling to keep his grip on reality.
He wanted to faint, he could see the dark haze pleading to overtake his eyes, but he knew there would be hell to pay if he did. Maybe he would wake up limbless, forced to eat pieces of his pathetic body. Maybe Butcher would cut out his tongue and make him swallow it. It was all very agonizing to think about, yes, so death couldn't come soon enough.
He wished he had lived a better life just to save him from this anguish. If he was given a sign, any indication that this was to come, he would have let Billy crack his head open and kill him on the spot. There was no universe in which hell was any worse than this.
If God, he thought, were real and as merciful as people say, He would have struck him with lightning now and killed him off.
Too bad that the only omnipotent force in the room was Butcher, and he was not merciful in the slightest.
"Is this how my Becca felt?" Billy asked, letting his eyes meet John's swollen, exhausted face. "Is this what you did to her? You raped her, took her body and made it a trophy on yer shelf?"
"Kill me, William," John said again, letting his face fall against the desktop. His nose was already leaking enough blood to drown a small country, what could another hit do? "If you have any decency, please. Fucking kill me."
Butcher hummed in thought, rubbing a soft circle between John's shoulder blades.
"I think," he paused, leaning his full weight on John's back, "we're far past decency. You still owe me, you know."
God, please, please. Take him. Take John's soul in your hand and crush it, sprinkle it over the flames of hell and stoke the fire with his spine if you must, but take him. He thought he maybe remembered how to pray, some muscle memory from years ago.
'Oh my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell.'
"Matter'a fact, we're just getting started, love."
'Lead all souls to Heaven, especially those who have most need of your mercy.'
guysss i will get to my inbox soon im writing some of your requests i been a little busy hhh but im not ignoring them!!! im really excited to keep writing when im free i just have college stuff to get straight first 😭
I’m not prepared for vought rising because I know they’ll make 50 jokes about Marylin Monroe and jfk even tho they NEVER slept together and she never would fw him nor is she that easy. That rumor is so misogynistic it’s crazy
I also am scared about the shippers like ofc ship and let ship but no one be tagging their shit anymore like bruh then the ships take over the characters tag it’s annoying. Then the fics where the reader is mad dumb and they specifically describe her as having a pink and bald vagina which wouldn’t even be historically accurate no one was getting Brazilian waxes in the 50s that wasn’t even a concept no one was being socially forced to have a bald vagina like get out of here with ts. And the “pink”, “rosey” “pale” stuff gets on my nerves too like okay so no one but white people can enjoy this Fic…. like what is the point in adding that other than excluding some readers. And ik everything ppl post will be crazy historically inaccurate and the show probably will be too. Like omg this will be helll as someone who loves all aspects of history especially the 50s
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I’m not prepared for vought rising because I know they’ll make 50 jokes about Marylin Monroe and jfk even tho they NEVER slept together and she never would fw him nor is she that easy. That rumor is so misogynistic it’s crazy