#non con implied

[Homelander x Reader]

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These are the moments that make you forget just for a little while that the man you love is a monster.

These are the times that want you to almost believe in the lie.

It’s easier to pretend when there is no suit full of padded foam and the American flag surrounding him that this isn’t the one person who destroyes you in every waking moment of your life.

Your fingers lightly trail across warm skin as you try to memorize your boyfriend’s face.

The look of pure adoration in those endless blue depths is one that is only reserved for these moments, the ones where Homelander isn’t America’s favourite hero but just John.

You know your relationship over the last few years has developed into something toxic, an unhealthy relationship with an emotionally unstable man child who you can’t seem to stop loving.

When you’re laying together curled up the way you are in your bedroom it’s easy to forget the blood shed and violence that seems to follow him.

You know that the two of you can’t keep going on like this.

There is an unspeakable agreement between the two of you, all your horrible secrets shared in a promise of silence that neither of you would break.

These are times that you can pretend that you don’t crave the violence and power that comes with being his, that you’re not as just fucked up inside as he is.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice is so unsure and soft, different from the way Vought has trained him to be.

Within these walls and in your bed you can pretend that he is yours…. Atleast for a little while.

You can’t help but lean your forehead against his as you soak in his warmth.

“Of you.” It hurts to speak it out-loud so much that you know that pain will kill you one day, most likely being by his hand.

The answer brings a pink hue to creep its way up into his cheeks it’s a blush you so rarely see anymore.

You’re afraid that one day you may never see it again. The darkness that lurks beneath his skin and flows through his veins gets stronger with every moment.

You know that one morning you’ll make up and find yourself trapped with a soulless creature who capable to do much harm and hate.

How many times had others tried to convince you to leave him?

Mauve had stopped commenting on the growing patches of bruises that littered your skin After realizing you had no intention of leaving.

You knew that the only friend that you had leafy thought you were a fucking idiot for staying.

Dr. Vougelbaum had shown you tapes of Johns upbringing, of the experiments that Vought had ordered to be done against him in hopes that you could see the destruction that the hands that could caress you so gently, afraid that they would break you, could easily snap you into a million pieces.

Mr. Edgar had even offered to find a way for you to leave without Homelander ever finding you.

All of the times that you thought of leaving your sweet boy broke your heart in more ways that John ever could.

You had never claimed to be smart, maybe that’s why even though you knew you were one of those woman who stayed in an abusive relationship hoping their significant other would change you did in fact still stay.

How could you leave when you knew leaving would cause him to go down a path that would lead to destruction of innocents.

Atleast if you were here it seemed to remind him that even though it was buried under the praises and adorning fans that he wasn’t a god but still a human being.

The other part of you that had grown from negligence and from being unloved asked how could you leave when you know that no one would ever love you the way that he did?

You don’t hesitate as you press yourself closer to him fingers threading into his short locks as you press your lips against his.

If you close your eyes you can almost trick your mind into forgetting all the wrongs he has committed against you.

It’s so soft and innocent as he pulls you so close that you’re certain he would crawl inside you if you let him.

A single tear slips from your eye trailing down your cheek a show of hopelessness that you haven’t given him in a very long time.

A warm hand cups your cheek catching the tear in its tracks.

You’re afraid that if you open your eyes you’ll see the red eyed monster ready to pounce and consume you, feeding off your one moment of weakness.

Soft lips press against your eyelid, then against the tip of your nose then your forhead.

“I love you.”

You try to keep your body still not wanting to give into the lie.

He shifts, rolling on-top of you in one swift moment.

You barely feel his weight knowing that he’s trying to show you that he can be gentle when it suits him.

Your legs fall apart caging around his narrow hips. You think that if lay here and submit that he’ll stop lying to you.

The more you had been pulling away from him the last few weeks the more desperate he was to cling onto you.

That’s why you knew that when you had come home and he had been dressed so casually in jeans and a grey T-shirt that he was desperate to feel you the way that the two of you had once been.

“I need you.” It’s a fucked up lie that makes you shake your head as more tears fall hot down your face.

He only needs you when it’s convenient for him.

“I’d burn down the whole world if you left me. There would be nothing left to live for.”

It’s more lies that cause a heartbroken sob to fall from your chest.

You wish that he would just fuck you and get it over with.

This feels too intimate after everything he has done your heart is breaking into pieces with every confession.

You want to tell him that he’s an evil person for even thinking of it but the dark part of you that feeds off his takes pleasure in it.

Once you had thought you could fix that part of him.

You had a fucked up notion that even though you were an unimportant nobody that you could fix the shattered pieces of his psyche with your love but you know now that there is no fixing him.

After all you can’t compete with the thing he talks to whenever he looks into the mirror.

You try and invoke that evil wanting it to take over as you scrap your nails down his spine catching his lip bottom lip in between your teeth in a punishing kiss.

Your other hand slips between the two of you trying to find its way to the button of his jeans.

You think that if you just grab his cock it will unleash the red and keep you grounded in sanity.

Your body tenses as your wrist is caught a thumb rubbing the top of your hand in soothing circles before being guided to rest on the bed beside you.

An angry sob works its way through your throat as his face moves from yours, pressing into your neck inhaling your sent.

More of his weight presses down on you trapping you against the bed in the same way he has been keeping you trapped in this gilded cage he calls love.

The more you cry the tighter his grip becomes one hand fisting into your hair cradling your scalp the other wrapping around your waist.

You silently beg him to let you go with every soul wrecking sob that leaves you short of breath.

The truth is that there is only way you would ever be free of him and even then you know he would travel into whatever firey hell that waits you at the end and drag you back kicking and screaming.

You’re his and nothing will ever take you away.

Title: They took you and they made me see

Fandom 9-1- Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, Owen Strand, Gabriel Reyes

Pairing: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Chapter 06

"I should have gone with the rescue team," TK muttered with his face in his hands. "Why did you let me stay here watching how... how...?"

"TK..."

"No, Dad! I can't watch how that bastard... You know what he's going to do to Carlos and I'm here, watching him!"

He pressed his hands against his face until he hurt himself, somehow he needed to feel some of the pain Carlos was going through at that moment.

Gabriel, however, held his hands, turning his back to the screen and TK wondered how he was able to know what they were doing to his son and not watch.

"We've already seen that these people are dangerous, mijo." It had been a while since Gabriel had started calling TK like he was just another son; so TK knew that whatever he was telling him now was to make him feel good and protect him. "Carlos wouldn't want you in there for anything in the world, let alone to save him."

"But it's my duty, he would do it for me," TK sobbed and noticed his hands trembling between Gabriel's. "Carlos would be in command of that operation to get me out of there. It should have been me they took. Everything would have been easier now for everyone."

"Don't you dare say something like that."

Owen's voice echoed throughout the room.

"Dad, I mean it. If Carlos were here he would have found a way to find me by now and he wouldn't have stood here watching me...how I...how I..."

TK looked up at the screen. The man's huge body barely allowed him to see Carlos underneath him. He was hurting him, there was no doubt about that.

Carlos' legs struggled and strained to try to hit the man holding him, but every time he seemed about to succeed in kicking him, the man grabbed him by the neck and squeezed hard until he stopped.

And then the man would laugh. He was certainly having a good time. TK thought that, maybe, if he was having fun he wasn't abusing Carlos too much. But that thought had disappeared when he had seen the man open the bag at the foot of the bed.

The number of objects and gadgets that looked more like something out of a lowlife sex shop with the worst toys imaginable.

"No!" Gabriel shook TK, as if, by doing so, he was able to knock some sense into TK. "Forget that already. Carlos wouldn't want to see you in that situation, much less your father, and I certainly couldn't stand it if you were the one in there either. Do you understand, boy?"

TK nodded.

He didn't want to argue, although he still felt the same way.

Suddenly, Carlos shouted and all three of them focused on the screen. The stranger had forced him to turn around. That had hurt his side and soon traces of blood began to remain on the sheet.

But that was not the worst of it and the three knew it, Carlos himself knew it, despite the fear he felt, he was very clear about what that man intended to do to him. He grabbed him by the neck and pulled him.

His back couldn't bend as much as the bastard wanted it to, but he didn't seem to care, because he pulled him and made him scream. He saw it harder and then Carlos screamed almost in despair.

"Please...don't...don't...don't do this."

"Don't do what?" the man said in his ear and licked his ear. "I've paid to do what I want to you and you're too handsome that I can't spend hours playing with you."

One of the man's hands slipped between Carlos' body and the bed, while the other covered his mouth. He began unbuttoning his pants and Carlos kept protesting and trying to scream.

"Keep fighting me, boy, you don't know how much that turns me on. Keep going, please, keep going."

"Stop it!"

saw this and was instantly like omg this is pip’s constance!!! i have to share!

I've been thinking about this constantly since you sent it, and my brain shook out a short snippet and some possible context (question marks mean I haven't figured it out yet lmao). Some of this will be canon, and some of it may not be i uhhh I totally know the middle contents of my story why do you ask*laughs nervously*

After hearing of their Besan's presentation as an omega and subsequent captivity, his family was enraged. However, Nikral's alliance was not something to be thrown away lightly, and with Besan inside a stronghold, they had to tread carefully. Both Prince Helon and Princess Rana wanted to travel to confront the Nikral royal family, but Rana as the inheritor was not permitted, and the Kings/Queens(??) were against sending any additional royal child but Helon would not be dissuaded.

The Hirok royal family welcomed Helon with open arms as a brother-in-law. Besan, under heavy guard, is made to attend events with his brother also in attendance. He won't look at Helon, too ashamed of his circumstances and fearful to discover how his brother now perceives him.

Helon finally gets to talk to Besan alone. (From Helon's POV because Besan wasn't cooperating)

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Content: vague references to past non con, whumpee lashing out at an ally, sibling fist fight, sibling whump

"Don't ignore me." Prince Helon grabbed his brother's wrist. "Besan!"

Besan gasped, following the pull, pain across his features. Helon froze, then shoved Besan's sleeve up. His wrist was banded with raw skin, as if...

The younger prince yanked out of the hold. "Go h-home, Helon."

"You don't want--"

Besan's punch took Helon squarely in the jaw as he snarled, "Don't fucking tell me what I want."

Helon rounded on the younger prince, shoving at him. "I'm trying to help!"

"The big st-strong delta is here to save the p-poor omega," Besan spat with another punch. "Fuck you."

Words would get them nowhere with him acting like this. Fine. Helon launched himself forward, and the two brothers went down in a tangle of limbs and fists. Helon's blood thrilled. After being talked around in circles by the Nikrali royalty, it felt good to release pent up frustration in a way they both understood, and he was secretly relieved his brother hadn't lost his fighting spirit. The two of them dealt pain in equal measure, bruising with fists and elbows.

Helon froze up when he caught sight of the mating mark on his brother's neck. Besan seized the advantage, shifting weight and slamming the delta to the ground. The two of them glared at each other, panting hard. Helon couldn't stop his eyes from trailing back down to the mark.

"She bonded you." The words tasted like ash. Just thinking about how it had gotten there made Helon's skin crawl.

"Sh-She tried," Besan growled, eyes flashing. "I didn't bite back."

Helon propped himself up on his elbows and Besan let him, sliding off to the side. "Really?" Immediately, he regretted asking as the younger brother favored him with a withering look. He sat up all the way. "No, I mean--that's great news, because... no one can say..."

"It doesn't matter," Besan said bitterly, roughly wiping blood from his split lip. "N-Nothing I do matters."

Helon reached out to touch his brother's face, but faltered when Besan tensed up. How was it a loving, gentle touch was more alarming than a blow? The answer was obvious, of course, but he didn't want to think about it.

His brother met his gesture, placing his cheek in Helon's hand with his eyes closed, brows turned up. And all of the rage in the eldest's chest dissipated until there was only grief, his brother's pain weighing on him. He took Besan in his arms, and Besan nestled his nose against Helon's neck, breathing heavy and fast, hands balled up in his older brother's tunic.

Warnings: dark theme, non con implied, forced gang bang implied, smut adjacent 

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Sam gulped, eyes wide and you were still frantically trying to grab at bed covers to hide your pink lacy bra that only Sam was meant to see. His older brother, Dean, was looking at you, his green eyes scanning hungrily over your body and you didn’t know if you were flattered by the attention or embarrassed to be caught like this. Sam sat back on his heels and turned to his father. You thought maybe John had been joking when he asked if Sam was going to share you, but the way Sam swallowed, and the way the other two Winchesters were looking at you told a different story. John raised his eyebrows as if to prompt a response from his youngest son and Sam gulped again, looking from John to Dean to you and back again.

“Yes sir,” he finally agreed. 

“Sam!” you protested, hardly able to believe what you were hearing. He turned around to face you again and gripped your arms.

“It’s okay, we’ll have fun,” he smiled, but you could tell he wasn’t exactly happy about this arrangement either. Something told you John wasn’t argued with. 

You sat up completely and tried to climb off the bed.

“No, I don’t want to, not with them,” you told him, grabbing your shirt from the floor. 

“Sammy shares everything with me, what’s the matter sweetheart? Don’t be nervous,” Dean spoke up. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know they’d be back so soon,” Sam apologised, like it meant anything anyway. You bit back tears as you pulled your shirt on and tried to move around John, but he stepped in your way. 

“She’s 18, right son?” John prompted Sam. Sam merely nodded. “Good, then you’re a big girl, Y/N, you’re old enough to know that sharing is caring. And you should know doing as you're told will make this much easier.”