#queen maeve smut

[amazingmaeve]

A RELEASE

Queen Maeve x fem!reader

summary — working in a bar where supes go to calm their nerves and to blow off steam is kind of nerve racking. obviously saying no to a supe could go one of two ways: they either crawl back to whatever pathetic hole they came out of or they try to take advantage of you, but luckily using the threat of calling the media gets most of them to back off. but when queen maeve come to bar you are in for a ride.

warnings — smut (18+), alcohol, talks of sexual harassment, swearing, and some spoilers to season 3

word count — 4, 743

authors note — yayyyy! Yup another queen maeve fic, I just can’t stop writing her, she is amazing and I love her so much. Also happy pride I know it’s late but it’s here! also not proofread.

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You sigh as you walk through the door that leads into the bar. This bar was kind of like your own living hell, but with the paycheck and tips you got, you had decided to stay. The money was great and you didn’t need to worry about paying the bills and worrying how you were gonna find some food for the next week.

But working at Hypnosis (the bar you work in) has changed everything for you.

The Supes weren’t the best, some were nice and just wanted to get drinks and delve in their own self destruction. They didn’t do much; they just kept ordering drinks and you just kept serving them. Those weren’t the Supes you were worried about.

The Supes you were worried about were the ones who couldn’t take no for an answer, who thought just because they were a Supe meant that you would want to fuck them. That you were lucky to even be in their presence, that you should do whatever the fuck they want because their parents/guardians took them to Vought and had them drugged on Compound V.

Most of the time you wanted to roll your eyes and maybe knee some of them in the balls, but due to this being your job you just politely declined with the most fake smile you could plaster on.

Due to the extreme egos of some Supes that meant that you were bruising their own ego by saying no and sometimes tried to just rape you. You usually had some defense like, bringing up the media and calling them. If that didn’t work then you would try to get the attention of the bouncer (who was also a Supe), and he usually took care of them.

If some Supe had raped you, you probably couldn’t even do anything about it since the bar was owned by Vought and most of the Supes that came here worked for Vought. So if you did something you would probably end up in a grave being the worst case scenario, best case scenario you would probably be given some money and sent on your way, with all the trauma still with you.

But the most you got was groping, which just made you go home and wash your body as disgust washed all over you. You knew this job you had wasn’t going to stick forever and you would need to find a replacement job that might even be safer. But employment was a hard thing to find at the moment and for now this was just your normal.

Only a few members of The Seven had come to this bar and most of the time it was either The Deep and Translucent, who were both humongous creeps. A-Train came once and while but most of the time he would just be sitting off in a group basking in the glory of it all, and only occasionally flirting with you. Whilst The Deep and Translucent tried to have sex with you multiple times and it just ended with you just rolling your eyes and threatening to call the media, which made them sit back down and call you a bitch or a cunt because you wouldn’t sleep with them.

So you weren’t surprised to find out that The Deep had done what he did to Starlight.

One member of The Seven you were glad didn’t show up was Homelander. Something about him just seemed off to you, even before the whole sleeping with a Nazi thing. You knew if he came into this bar and he wanted to have sex with you, it was going to happen whether you wanted it or not. No one could stop him.

But lucky for you and every other waitress/bartender in this place, he hadn’t shown up at all.

Due to the scummy people that came to this bar has left you in no other words than horny. You couldn’t find a decent person to sleep with who didn’t try to assault you, or they were too much into themselves to even focus on your pleasure only focused on theirs.

To the surprise of no one the people you had slept with in the past month were guys and you hoped that at least one knew how to please a woman but nonetheless you were left a mess after each and every sexual endeavor.

You’d only had sex with two women in your life and those two were the ones you dated and even loved. But you couldn’t find a woman to sleep with due to you being too nervous to talk to women. It was kind of weird since you were outwardly confident to men but with women, they made your heart flutter that you’d think it would hop out of your chest and hop around. Even if it was a woman you just wanted to have sex with, you couldn’t gather the courage to go up and talk to them.

But you just dealt with the bad sex with the men in the bar and had to finish the job after they left (which wasn’t long).

So you had assumed that this time working in the bar would be the same exact way it goes every time you came to work. You get harassed and served drinks to them and other non harming Supes and maybe end up going home with one of them while you had to jerk off after they left since their head was too big and only focused on their own pleasure.

Walking into the bar, you started to serve the Supes with your fake smile plastered on your face and had idle chit chat with them. Some of them try to flirt with you but then end up being pulled away by other Supes. It wasn’t that busy tonight and you were glad since you were having a stressful day already and didn’t want any more.

Someone had sat on one of the barstools in front of you and you looked up in shock to see the one and only Queen Maeve sitting there with a tight smile on her face as if she’s been in this position before.

Now you knew who Queen Maeve was, I mean who didn’t know her. Anyone who said that were people probably living under a fucking rock. But you had loads of sympathy for her, since Homelander basically outed her on live television.

And you couldn't deny that she was an attractive woman.

You weren’t expecting one of The Seven to come in this bar (besides The Deep even though he was married and A-Train on a couple occasions) and you were shocked to say the least. Shaking off the shock you gave her a smile that mirrored hers getting ready to pour her a drink.

“What can I get you?” You questioned after clearing your throat, finally meeting her gaze.

“Just a whiskey please,” Maeve answered, giving you a once over, which you didn’t pick up on and nodded, going to get a glass and the bottle of whiskey.

Maeve hadn’t been to this bar even though she’s heard good things about it and it was only for Supes so it would be comfortable, but she usually did her self destruction in her own penthouse but after hearing A-Train rave about this place she had to check it out.

And hey if she could get away from Homelander it really didn’t matter.

But something about you made her stop in her tracks. It’s been a while since a woman has done that to her and that was Elena. She didn’t know what it was about you that made her like this, but maybe it’s just because you’re a beautiful woman.

But needless to say, you’ve caught her attention.

“Here you go,” You turn around saying and putting the glass of whiskey on the table and sliding it over to her. She mutters out a thanks before downing the whole thing.

“Another please,” Maeve requests, sliding the glass over to you and your eyebrows jump at that.

“Rough day,” You observe out loud pouring more whiskey into the glass and giving it to her again.

“Rough year,” Maeve corrects before taking a smaller sip of the whiskey before putting it down. “And even shitter day,” She says following it up.

“Definitely can relate to that,” You mutter. “You come with your teammate,” You question, pointing over to the direction where The Deep was hitting on one of your co-workers who looked mildly annoyed.

“Fuck no, wouldn’t follow that guy to the nicest bar in the city,” Maeve say with a little chuckle with a look of disgust on her face. She obviously didn’t like him that much and hey you couldn't really blame her, he definitely was an asshole. “Why does he come here often,” She asks, leaning forward a bit.

“Often is an understatement,” It’s your turn to chuckle now. “Yeah he’s married but it definitely doesn’t seem to turn him away,” You say with a hint of amusement in your tone.

“That’s not a shocker,” Maeve says, taking another drink of her whiskey. “So, how long have you been working here,” She questions.

“A few years, it’s definitely been a ride,” You say leaning against the bar, engaging in the conversation with her. Conversations with the customers was a usual thing and you were trying to tell yourself that it was just that. Talking to a customer to make them more comfortable, but deep down you knew it was something different. “I know it’s your first time here,” You say confidently.

“And how would you know that,” Maeve says with a smile, after finishing her drink and sliding it towards you. You took the hint and refilled it.

“Just a hunch, since the time I’ve been here, I’ve never seen you and none of my co-workers mentioned you, but hey I know some people like to keep it low key,” You explained.

“Well you would be correct, I’ve never been in this bar a day in my fucking life,” Maeve responds, tracing the rim of her glass, that had remained full. “But If I had known that someone as beautiful as you worked here, I would have shown up a hell of a lot sooner,” She sultry says, giving you a flirtatious smile.

You give her a look of surprise at the forward response and you can feel your heart start to race. She couldn’t be flirting with you, she was Queen fucking Maeve and you were just a non Supe bartender who was just trying to get by. You bit your lip and gave her a smile.

“That’s really sweet of you,” You blurt out and you're inwardly cringing at the response. Really was that all you could respond to. God this you were such a fucking loser.

“Trust me I can be a whole lot sweeter,” Maeve flirted before taking a drink of her whiskey.

You swallow, starting to feel your throat start to dry. God you didn’t even know how to respond to that and you let out a nervous chuckle at that.

“Uh I have to use the restroom, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” You say lying and scurrying off to the bathroom, where you rest your head on the cold wall.

You felt like your whole entire body was on fire and the whole conversation was replaying in your head and you suddenly felt like an idiot, you were already getting horny from a few sentences.

But you couldn’t help it. She was a very hot woman and you hadn’t had a decent orgasm with anyone in the past few months. The only time you had a release was with your own hand or a vibrator. You walked up to the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take deep breaths.

Turning on the sink you splashed some water onto your face, trying to cool off before you could return and even though you were nervous, you were also itching to get back to her and return to the conversation.

As you were trying to collect yourself the door opened and you turned around to see your co-worker standing there with a knowing smirk on her face.

“You’re being asked for,” Sophie says and you give her a confused look.

“What,” You question.

“Queen Maeve, I asked if she needed anything else besides the whiskey in her hand and she said you,” Sophie answers. “You seriously need to get out there before she starts to look for you herself,” She says, giving you a pat on your arm. “Now go out there and get lucky,” She whispers with a little laugh.

You laugh nervously before walking out of the bathroom and walking around the crowded people in the bar and finally made your way behind the bar and walked to Maeve who, to be honest, looked like she was bored out of her fucking mind.

“Heard you missed me,” You cooly say, as if your own heart didn't feel like it was about to explode.

“Well you’re the only thing in this bar that has my attention so it’s kinda hard not to,” Maeve responded with her own flirty comment.

“Need anything else, I can get some pretzels if you want some,” You ask, trying to shake off the horniness as if you weren’t already starting to get wet.

“Nope, no pretzels needed,” Maeve responds and puts her own hand on your arm, your breath hitched at that. She noticed and smirked. “When do you get off work,” She whispers the question leaning in closer to where your faces are inches apart.

“Uh, not for another hour,” You whispered, after looking at the clock.

Maeve groans. Just her luck. God she just needed you so fucking bad, and it wasn’t the need she had for the guys she fucked and kicked out of her room, you were different. She felt like she couldn’t wait to have you in any way that you wanted.

She moved her hand so that it was caressing your cheek and you felt heat travel up your neck to your cheeks, and it had to be obvious that she could feel it. She leaned in and pressed her lips against yours. Not wasting any time you move your lips along hers and her hand grabs your jaw and you moan into her mouth at the roughness. She slips her tongue inside your mouth and starts to explore the territory.

“I need you,” Maeve groans against your lips and starts to peck your lips. “So fucking bad,” She says in between pecks. If it weren’t the bar between the two of you, she’d start to train kisses down your neck, marking you. You held back a moan even though it was pretty loud.

Before you could say anything, you felt someone squeeze your shoulder and you turned your attention from Maeve to Sophie.

“Why don’t you just leave and I’ll take your shift,” Sophie says, giving you a look.

“Uh yeah,” You say as you feel Maeve's other hand move to your other cheek. “Let’s get out of here,” You say, turning around to Maeve who gave you a smirk.

Your back hits your door as Maeve trails kisses down your back and you let tiny moans that you tried to conceal, due to the fact that you weren’t even in your apartment yet. Maeve's hand moved to under your skirt and started to squeeze your thigh as you felt your panties start to get more and more drenched.

“Okay I need to unlock my door,” You say breathless as Maeve didn’t stop her sweet torture on your neck.

Before you could even try to unlock your door, Maeve moved one of her hands to the door and twisted it and opened the door herself. You looked at her in shock and you were gonna start to worry about how you were going to fix that until Maeve brought you into your living room and brought your lips to hers as her hands went to your shoulders.

You kiss her back, hard but definitely not as hard as her. You can feel her kisses maybe starting to bruise you. You felt like you were going to pass out due to the heat traveling all over your body.

“Where’s your bedroom,” Maeve questions in between kisses as she moves you around the apartment, accidents bumping into a chair and you let out a tiny laugh.

“Down the hall, to the left,” You muttered, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her again.

She maneuvered you around the apartment, til she found the door knob and opened the door and moved you to your bed. You took your shirt off and your bra trying to get naked as fast as possible. You look up and you didn’t even know how Maeve got all of her armor but you couldn’t think fast as she fell on top of you and kissed you.

You were still left in your skirt but that didn’t stop Maeve as she pulled your panties and the skirt off. She moved her hand to your core as she gently slid her fingers through your folds and you moaned into her mouth as she kept kissing you.

Her hand found your clit and she started to draw figure eights on the swollen nub while you moved your hand to her naked thigh and caressed her inner thigh as you gave gentle squeezes, trying to tease her. She whined your name into your mouth and you gave in.

You moved your fingers across her core as her fingers went to a halt but you didn’t even care at the moment, at the moment you just wanted to make her feel good.

Slipping your fingers inside of her, you started to thrust them in slowly and moved your thumb to your clit as she started to pepper kisses alongside your cheek and your neck as she moaned and whimpered into your ear.

“God your fingers feel so fucking good,” She moaned into your ear as you started to move your fingers faster and cured them into the right spot and she jolted her hips so as she moaned your name loudly.

You started to grind up on her thigh as you felt yourself get more and more turned on. Whilst you kept thrust your fingers up into Maeve and on one particular thrust Maeve squeezed her eyes shut as moaned into your neck. She squeezed her hand around your thigh, that’ll probably leave bruises but in that moment the pain made you let out a moan.

Removing your fingers from her pussy and you brought your fingers to your lips and slipped them into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her.

Meanwhile Maeve recovered from the mind blowing orgasm and began to kiss up your neck and unwrapped her hand from your thigh and slowly slid it up your body, to your breast, where she started to gently massage. She moves her lips to your mouth and captures your lip in a hot kiss that makes you moan into her mouth as she uses her thumb to rub circles on your already hard nipple.

You move your hands around her neck and bury your hands in her hair as she moves her tongue inside your mouth exploring the territory that she's tasted not so long ago. You thread your fingers in her red hair as her hand went from your breast to your neck and wrapped her fingers around your throat.

She gave your throat a gentle squeeze. You felt another tingle shoot straight down to your core as you moaned into her mouth. You moved your hands from her hair to her hips and started to grind them up to her thigh, moaning as you dragged your clit up and down her thigh, you were surprised that you hadn’t already orgasmed due to the sexual tension you had coiled in your stomach.

“God you are so wet,” Maeve moaned into your mouth as she put both her hands on your hips and pressed them into the bed so that you couldn’t thrust up to her thigh.

“Oh come on I need something,” You whined out, deciding to stop trying to thrust up, because Maeve could literally stop a truck with her body, she can most certainly stop you from thrusting up.

“Calm down, don’t worry I’m gonna get you what you want,” Maeve smirked down at you, admiring your body as in this flustered state. “Just relax,” She cooed, before getting up and leaving you confused in a state of lust. “You have any handcuffs,” She questions, making your eyebrows jump at the question. She was looking around your darkened room.

“Uh maybe why do you ask,” You question, sitting up and closing your legs so you didn’t feel so exposed. Now you were no stranger to having sex toys, and things akin to that, you loved being tied down and loved tying people down. With that question she asked still in the air, you could feel your pussy throb at that, you needed something and you couldn’t wait to get it.

“Come on, I know you’re not that stupid,” Maeve teases, giving you a look. You smirk as you bite your lip as you stare at her.

“There’s some in this top drawer,” You give her answer, quietly as if it would disturb the tension in the air. Maeve traveled to the dressers on the left side of your bed. You give her a smile as she pulls out two pairs of handcuffs.

“Looks like you’ve been at this for a while,” Maeve smirks as she looks through the drawer, seeing all the toys inside.

“Come on, I thought you were just looking for the handcuffs,” You say trying to sound strong, but it comes off in a whine which makes Maeve chuckle. You couldn’t help it, you were thoroughly turned on.

“Gosh you sound like a fucking brat,” Maeve let’s out a little laugh as she sat there kneeled besides the bed. You give her a pout, giving her what she thought you were. “Although I think you are one,” Maeve groans as she stands up and you look up at her, excited for what’s gonna happen next.

“You got that right,” You say, batting your eyelashes up at her, as she moves onto the bed.

Maeve lays you down again as she sets the handcuffs to the side, you look up at her as she leans down to give you a deep kiss that makes you moan into her moan and try to reach up and wrap your arms around her. Although she doesn’t allow you to as she moves away from you making you whine again. God she was right you do sound like a brat.

“Don’t worry, like I said I’m gonna give you what you want,” Maeve says, lifting one of your hands and handcuffing it to the headboard and doing the same with the other hand. You shake your hands in the toy as if to show her that you can’t get out. You felt like you were going to explode with how wet you were.

Her hands glide down your body as her mouth leans down to bite at your neck and start to suck bruises. You moan out her name as she pinches your nipple in her right hand, you rub your thighs together trying to have some friction on your aching pussy.

She gives your lip a little bite as her head moves down lower to wrap her wet lips around your already sensitive and hard nipple, as strings of moans keep falling out of your mouth, that you might be worried that the neighbors might hear. But in this moment you don’t give a fuck, you just needed her.

Whilst her mouth was working on your nipple her hand decides to glide down your body to your throbbing core. She teases your folds as you bite your lip and moan, trying to keep you from screaming her name. Her fingers nudge your clit as you feel your whole entire body set on fire. You want to wrap your hands around her. The restrictions of your hands make you just wrap them around the handcuffs and squeeze them. You’re squirming on the bed as you're basically just a mess with her.

She looks up at you from where her head is, lips around your nipple and sucking on the hard bud.

“Maeve,” You moan as she moves her fingers lower to your entrance and then just thrusts them in hard making you jump a little. Whimpering as her fingers already find the precious spot that could make you see stars.

She shushes you, removing her mouth from your nipple. Then decides to decorate your body with hickeys littering all of your stomach as she continues to thrust your fingers up into your pussy, always stopping when she feels like you are going to come. Meanwhile you’re just moaning and groaning as she works her magic on you.

Sliding further down the bed she starts to suck the skin on your thighs and move from one leg to the other, making sure to give them the same amount of attention. You feel her start to move faster making you clench around her fingers as you whimper her name out for what felt like the millionth time. But as soon as she does that she stops and you slouch against the bed in frustration.

Even though you’re frustrated, you know this orgasm is going to be one of the best you ever had in your whole life.

“I bet you taste as amazing as you look,” Maeve mutters against your thigh, making you clench around her fingers and she chuckles silently.

In a swift motion, Maeve's mouth moves to your pussy and wraps her soft lips around your throbbing clit. You let out a loud moan as she starts to thrust her fingers again, hitting that same spot over and over again.

And there it is, you can feel the burn from the coiling tension inside your stomach. You were about to cum and it seems finally she was going to let you. Looking up at you through her eyelashes she runs her experienced tongue around your clit, lapping at it and then wrapping your clit in between her lips again and sucks harder.

Due to the constant, fingering of your g spot and her sucking on your clit and there it is. You arch your back off the bed and finally climax on her fingers. You moan her name loudly, probably loud enough that would wake the neighbors and you would be worried but with the shaking of your legs at the moment you don’t. Even though your eyes are squeezed shut, you can still see stars.

Maeve smiles as she sucks your cum off her fingers and slides up your body and presses her lips against yours, this time much softer than before. You hum into your mouth as you can still feel your legs twitch from the intense orgasm.

“The keys are in the drawer,” You murmur, still feeling hazy.

“No shit Sherlock,” Maeve rolls her eyes and gives your thighs a teasing slap. Which makes you jolt up. She rustles around to find them and then releases you from the toys.

You stretch and sit up as your hands and arms are finally free. You gasp in shock as Maeve brings you down with her arms, so that your head is resting on her chest. Her hands rub down your back in a soothing manner that makes you smile.

“You’re gonna have to stay the night at least, don’t want anyone breaking in with the door knob you broke,” You mutter as you feel your eyes droop from exhaustion.

“Don’t worry,” Maeve promises as she reaches for the blankets and pulls them around the both of you. “I’ll keep you safe and your door knob will be fixed by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Well if you’re staying I wouldn’t be mad if you found some creative ways to wake me up,” You whisper out the tease making her squeeze your butt.

“Is that consent,” She questions with a quirk of an eyebrow.

“Definitely.”

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[blindmagdalena]

Our Blood's Gone Bad

summary: 18+ 1.2k homelander x queen maeve. biting. marking. hate sex. pure angst.

These days, they only fuck after they fight.

an older fic that I realized belatedly I had never actually posted to tumblr! enjoy. 🖤

Somehow, no matter what choices she makes—or thinks she makes—they always end up here.

Maeve is riding Homelander on her knees, fucking herself on his cock so hard that even the reinforced steel beams of his bed are groaning. She can't remember what had sparked the argument that got them to this point, not with every snap of his hips knocking the thoughts from her mind.

She prefers it that way.

He’s sitting up, face buried in the crook of her neck. She’s the only one he can fuck like this. He can finally let go of restraint and chase as much pleasure as he wants. He can’t break her, though god knows she wants him to.

His lips brush along her skin in series of kisses, featherlight despite the brutal way they grind into one another. With a hand in his hair, Maeve gives a sharp yank. “Use your fucking teeth,” she hisses. It wrings a groan from the back of his throat.

They weren't always like this. There were times she could make love to him without needing it to hurt. Nowadays, she treats his tenderness like an insult to be immediately remedied by violence.

Viciously, he complies. He sinks his teeth into her skin, holding her firmly in place with his arms at her back, hands hooked over her shoulders. He bites until he feels her titanium skin nearly give way. He eases back just shy of cutting through it, drags his tongue across the mark it leaves. Like those that came before it, it won’t last long, but he likes to admire them while they linger. Mine.

Maeve will always be his, if only because they both know they will never find this in another person. No one else will ever be strong enough, durable enough, or damaged enough. He owns this part of her. The unbreakable woman who wants nothing more than to be shattered to pieces. Maeve isn’t satisfied. She shoves him down hard, surprising him enough to break his hold. He lays sprawled back against the bed, eyes wide and blown black with arousal. She isn’t the only one who enjoys the fight. She covers his mouth with her hand, practically shoving the side of it between his teeth. “Harder.” Breathing harshly through his nose, Homelander bites down hard, catching the meat of the side of her hand just below her pinky. He watches the way she grunts, still bouncing herself on his cock, desperately chasing her release.

He moves his hands to her thighs, taking hold of her and digging his fingers into the muscle, dull nails biting crescent-shaped wounds into her skin. That makes her moan. The sound goes straight to his cock.

“Fuck, I said harder,” she grits out, her other hand braced on his chest. Their bodies colliding sounds more like combat than sex, impact after impact.

It electrifies every cell in his body, makes him feel like he’s going to erupt with the force of an atomic bomb. He squeezes her tighter and obeys her, biting down until he feels a coppery wet gush spill into his mouth, down his chin.

Maeve gasps with it, an angelic sound compared to the usual rough grit of her voice, and her orgasm suddenly peaks. His eyes roll back, a whimper leaving him. She’s so fucking tight, seizing around him like a vice. Homelander comes hard, back arching beneath her. His ragged moan is muffled into the palm of her bleeding hand. She takes him for all he’s worth, still rolling her hips, riding out the aftershocks of her own orgasm. She takes her hand suddenly from his mouth and grips the headboard instead, her head tipping back, eyes closed. Even when he makes her come, she can’t offer the courtesy of looking him in the eye. “Maeve,” he rasps, exhaling roughly. She hasn’t so much as slowed. She’s still grinding down against him with the same fervency they began with, and his pleasure is beginning to walk the razor's edge towards pain. “Jesus fuck, Maeve– ” “Shut up,” she growls, finally looking down at him. She plants both hands on his chest, leaving a bloody handprint on his bare skin. “Would you just shut the fuck up for once.” Homelander opens his mouth to protest, to snap something equally snide, but he doesn’t get the chance. Maeve drops down and presses her lips to his.

Whatever he had thought to say dies completely, his eyes falling shut. He moves his hands from her thighs to her face, cupping it briefly before pushing them back into her long hair, holding her with all his fucking might. He can’t remember the last time she kissed him. He’s going to savor it, despite the way his spent cock aches. She’s moving too fast, too hard, eating up the way he keens into her mouth. His expression twists. It fucking hurts, but he doesn’t want it to stop. He pulls her closer to him, tangling his hands in her hair, pretending for just a moment that they still love each other. Pleasure and pain spiral up in equal measure. Homelander feels like he’s coming undone with it, muttering incoherently between needy, hungry kisses. Eventually the onslaught of sensation merges into blinding white heat that feels like the aftershock of an orgasm, a second one wrenched from him alongside a sound that comes suspiciously close to a sob.

Maeve comes again, gasping her pleasure into the wet heat between them. The spasms of her cunt pull another pained noise from him. With a heavy breath, she lifts herself off of him, rolling onto her back. She scrubs a hand over her face before letting it fall to the bed. The two of them lay like that for a long moment, Homelander collecting himself while Maeve busies herself with lighting a cigarette. He fucking hates those things, and normally he’d have something to say about it, but right now he finds himself speechless. After a few more minutes of that, she rolls off the edge of the bed, cigarette dangling between her lips, and starts getting dressed. He frowns, rolling onto his side to watch her. “Hey,” he calls, but she doesn’t look at him. “Maeve, c’mon. Stay. For a bit. For more than four fuckin’ minutes,” “I have shit to do,” she responds curtly, avoiding his gaze. He scoffs. “Getting shitfaced, you mean?” She doesn’t respond. She’s already almost fully dressed. “Oh, would you cut the crap, Maeve? You think your life is so fucking hard. You’re a god. That shit’s beneath you,” he says, giving a vague, dismissive gesture. “Stay with me. We’re good together, you know. You just don’t want to admit it.”

At that, she looks sharply at him. He can’t discern her expression. She looks tired, irritated, but there’s also something uncomfortably empty in her eyes. This time, he's is the one to look away, discomforted by the hollowness of her stare. “It wasn’t always like this," he says, a quiet petulance in his voice. “Yes it was,” she responds, the venom in her voice replaced with an aching exhaustion. She makes her way to the door. “You just don’t want to admit it.” She doesn’t slam the door, but she might as well. The sound of it echoes too loud in his ears. Homelander is left cold, alone, and bitter.

#homelander x queen maeve #homelander x maeve #maevelander #this fic is ooooold #like first month i had my blog old lol #it needed editing! i will definitely be updating the ao3 version to this #my writing #smut

[teastainedprose]

Lonely Together ( Queen Maeve x Homelander)

Queen Maeve is drunk and in need of release. Homelander is only an elevator ride away.[A03 Link]

🔞(Queen Maeve x Homelander) it's alcohol + sex, what do you expect?

She's drunk again. The alcohol humming through Queen Maeve's veins dulls the edge on her fraying nerves. It helps numb her existence into a familiar old pain. Something tolerable.

Yet there’s an ache between her thighs and no pretty boys in her bed. That’s tragic.

Given her state, Maeve doubts she could stumble out and find a warm body to lure back to her place. Preferably a man or woman as lonely as her, excited to tumble with Queen Maeve of all people.

But there’s all those NDAs to consider. The mountains of paperwork. That fucking paperwork.

Hook-ups can never be effortless and quick for Maeve. It’s not possible as a member of The Seven. Not with how the paparazzi swarm like flies. Every movement is tracked. She’s far too sloppy and drunk to pick up a new lover or manage discretion.

Maeve’s drunk mind meanders through the options.

There’s Elena. Sweet, perfect Elena that’s one awkward phone call away, who knows her and knows the risks. She knows how to handle Maeve when she’s this muddled. Elena who knows how careful they always had to be.

The thought of Elena makes her heartache, but even as drunk as she is Maeve would never risk her. She's too precious. Homelander would kill her. Elena won’t want to see her. Elena doesn’t-

Maeve’s heart squeezes as she gulps down the last of her drink, standing slowly as her room spins.

What's a woman to do? 

There is a solution close at hand. Someone who is always warm and willing, if not a bit smug.

Does that even matter? Maeve honestly has no fucks to give. She's a supe with needs.

It's only one elevator ride up to the penthouse. He’ll know the moment the elevator pings who is intruding. Who else would dare encroach on The Homelander at this hour?

Only Queen Maeve is bold enough.

"Hey babe", sarcasm drips from his tone as Homelander greets her. 

She’s intoxicated. The scent is clear on the air between them. As clear to his sensitive nose as her arousal is. Maeve only visits him for this when she’s wasted.

A knowing smirk settles on Homelander’s lips as he shakes his head. "Feeling a bit lonely, are we?"

Maeve glares in response, "Shut up, asshole".

He tuts as Maeve wastes no time in closing the distance between them. Homelander shuts up and obeys all the same. 

There’s no reason to talk when they both know why Maeve is here. No reason for words when they both have memorized each other's bodies with stroking fingertips and roving mouths.

She grabs the front of his suit and jerks him close. Homelander relents, amusement and something vulnerable glinting in his eyes. Maeve ignores it, focusing on plundering Homelander's mouth instead.

The groan Homelander gives as he kisses her back strokes her ego. No one would ever guess that the fucking Homelander could ever make such pathetic noises.

-and he's certainly pathetic, already pulling her close with a needy grip while letting Maeve back him onto the couch to collapse under her. Somehow he still manages to sweep his cape out of the way even as their limbs tangle.

Maeve knows exactly what to do to get him huffing and whimpering. Where to press fingertips or at what angle to grind her hips down to make Homelander moan. He's warm and willing. Homelander is an easy lay. 

He always welcomes her. She's familiar. The alcohol on her breath is something he's tasted many times off her tongue. The tug of her fingers in his hair aches because she's one of the few who can almost hurt him. There's satisfaction in the pain mingled with pleasure as she rakes fingertips over his scalp, insistent as she pulls him closer.

She already knows how to free his cock from the confines of his pants, leaving the rest of his suit on. Already knows he hates shedding that extra layer of protection, even around her. Even if they’ve known each other for years. 

It’s why Homelander doesn’t bother to try and free Maeve from her own armor. They’re not like that. Not anymore. 

All they need are grasping holds, roving hands, panting breaths exchanged as Maeve works herself up on the length of his erection. All Homelander needs are Maev’s clever fingers pushing aside her panties and guiding his cock against her slick folds. It’s just sex.

She gains a sick sort of thrill at the expression on Homelander’s face, all twisted up and  pained-looking. It makes the pleasure of his cock stretching her inner muscles all the sweeter.

Homelander pants, head falling back as a desperate sound escapes his throat while Maeve slowly sinks onto his length. She’s the only person strong enough to keep him from plunging into that welcoming heat, her own hands holding his still on her hips.

She's a creature almost at his level. Almost an equal. Homelander hisses through his teeth, eyes flicking up to Maeve’s but hers are already shut tight. The expression on her face is of pure pleasure, relaxed for once. The only time Homelander ever can see her this way, with her guard down.

In these moments she's still his. 

Homelander can pretend even if he knows her heart isn't in it. It's all he's ever known of intimacy and he'll greedily grasp for the scraps Maeve offers.

Maeve knows this. She uses it against him to get exactly what she wants. He’s a glorified dildo with a pulse and Homelander has no complaints. It’s all he’s known, being used one way or another. It’s love as far as Homelander is concerned.

There's the wet slap of flesh as Maeve works herself off on Homelander's cock. She’s properly riding him as Maeve braces both arms on the back of the couch, trapping Homelander between them. For his part, Homelander clings to her hips as he eagerly bucks up into her. It’s not sensual or controlled, but it’s familiar and soothes something primal in the both of them.

Riding Homelander’s cock like this strokes deep within Maeve across all the right spots, drawing her closer to release. It certainly pulls pleased noises from Maeve that she doesn’t care about making in her drunk state.

The noises from Homelander himself are even louder. His keen whines and groans make it clear Homelander is enjoying this, but Maeve doesn’t care. 

She doesn't care if he cums or not, but he does. He cares if she cums.

Homelander grits his teeth, gripping hard enough on Maeve’s hips to shatter a normal person. He’s already shaking, control slipping even as he grapples for it. 

Maeve can see how Homelander fights for control over his own body. She can feel it with every twitch of his cock buried in her.

He's determined to hold off on his release because he wants to be good for her. He won’t gain her praise, but he can do this.

Homelander is no good for so many, but he can at least be good in this moment.

-and god does it feel good. Familiar, carnal, and messy. Homelander isn't a monster under her, not when he's like this. 

He's needy, broken, and keen on giving her pleasure with each desperate thrust as he matches the pace Maeve has set. In these moments she could almost like him.

Almost.

#the boys fanfic #the boys smut #queen maeve #homelander #queen maeve x homelander #maeve x homelander #homelander x maeve #homelander smut #homelander writing #maeve smut #maeve writing #drabble #wtf is their ship name help #what if smut but also sad???? #Maevelander

[loki-lover84]

Prologue

A/n: So I’m writing this because I legit have it bad for Soldier Boy, and I’m hoping that this will end up being a good fanfic I hope ya’ll enjoy it. Let me know what you think.

Y/n’s pov

“For the last time, Amphitrite your powers will be pointless on this mission. You aren’t joining Payback.” Stan Edgar states, clearly irritated by my constant pestering.

“Why not? I’d be a good addition.” I huff crossing my arms.

“You only want to join Payback because you miss Soldier Boy.”

He was right unfortunately. I’ve been with Ben since I completed my compound V testing. He’d trained me in combat testing my strength and teaching me how to use my size to always gain the advantage in hand to hand combat. Ben was definitely a product of his time; he believed that women should be housewives until I bested him in at least five training sessions that is, eventually deeming me as an equal which shocked everyone to say the least.

“You’ve kept him on every mission and every tour out of the US solidly for the past eighteen months. You’ve intercepted every attempt for me to contact him; he doesn’t even know he’s got a son because of you! My nine month old is essentially fatherless and I’ve had no help and no one with me this whole time.” I snap fully aware that my eyes are now glowing a stormy shade of blue as rage boils my blood.

“Stand down Amphitrite!” Edgar snaps standing up from his desk. “We both know if he knows about his kid he won’t focus on his missions.”

“Simple solution then, stop sending him on them for a couple of months.” I try to reason.

“Grow up! As far as the public is aware Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess are a loving power couple fighting against all odds as they lead Payback to victory. I’m aware it’s bullshit but it sells fantastically and you, you’re Amphitrite strong empowered fighting solo to appease the women that want to be treated equally.” Edgar explains in disbelief at my apparent ignorance. “You would ruin your image if it became public knowledge that you are with Soldier Boy and had a kid, you’d be slandered as a home wrecker and he’d be labelled adulterer tarnishing his ‘golden boy’ image.”

Naively I believed him, he’s the boss, he dictates publicity results, if he so wanted he could bury my existence so deep no one would ever remember I was real.

“Fine, can you at least tell me if he’s okay?” I finally plead rubbing the blue and silver patterned sleeve of my suit.

“Soldier Boy is fine. He’s shooting a movie to promote non supe soldiers during the war and celebrating the war effort.”

“Thank you.” I whisper lowering my head as I leave his office not looking up from the ground until I arrive at my home.

Entering my house I head straight to the nursery I decorated for my sweet little John who is still soundly asleep in his white frilly bassinet. I glance up to the poster next to him of his father, it seems pathetic but I guess I just want John to know who his dad is no matter what anyone may say. John’s sapphire eyes tiredly blink open as a partially toothed grin smiles up at me.

“Hi baby, mummy’s home.” I coo lifting him up carefully holding him close. “I’m sorry mummy’s boss still won’t let daddy come home.” A cry leaves him as his eyes flash a glowing ruby for a moment until I’m able to soothe him, “It’s okay Johnny, daddy’s safe.”

I levitate off the ground slowly flying us around the house until his tears stop, still distressed I wrap his soft blue blanket around him as he calms down yawning before drifting back to sleep. I spend the next hour floating around my home cradling my son fighting back tears knowing how much Ben would want to be here for this, for us. Steadily I place John down in his bassinet keeping him wrapped in his blanket and handing positioning a plush of me and Soldier Boy either side of him before, stripping out of my suit and dressing in my night gown preparing for bed.

 ~Time skip 2 ½ hours later~

I wake to John’s cries realizing he’s probably due his feed. Slowly trudging to the nursery I hear a crash making my heart rate skyrocket before dashing into the room seeing six heavily armed men and two supes in my home. I notice John wailing in Shadowcrawler’s arms with Ember beside him. In a flash of black smoke Shadowcrawler and my son are teleported away.

Rage fuels me as Ember gets in a fight stance and the armed men begin shooting at me, their bullets harshly piercing my skin but I can’t find it in me to give a shit. I fly at the closest guard punching my fist straight through his chest, before turning to the next snapping his neck with one hand, I rip the next guards dick and balls clean off his body an anguished cry leaves him before kicking his chest sending him through the window in the nursery letting him fall to his death. I quickly duck as a fist sets on a collision course for my face making the guy lose his balance before grabbing his right leg and flipping him crushing his head against the carpeted floor, a kick lands on my stomach before I twist the booted foot 180 degrees effectively breaking it before throwing him into the next guy as they both tumble out of the window. Gnashing my teeth I scowl at Ember fear painted on her face despite me being in my own blood soaked nightie.

“It’s not personal Amphitrite.” She says as flames sprout above her palms.

“Bullshit!” I growl, “You abduct my son, make an attempt on my life and you tell me it’s not fucking personal. You lying bitch!” My e/c eyes shift to stormy blue as the pipes begin to burst in my home as I make the water swirl behind me.

Ember’s flames fly towards me, my water instantly extinguishing them.

“You know, despite us being ‘friends’ I always wondered how much I’d love it when I drown you, permanently extinguishing you.” I smirk flicking my wrist and twirling my fingers as the water encases her in a whirlpool prison.

Manic laughter escapes me as I watch Ember fight, well, struggle to breathe and flail in efforts to try to escape her long once luxurious red hair betraying her as it wraps around her neck increasing her rate of suffocation. I eagerly watch as her flesh begins wrinkling, its texture becoming soap like, it blisters before being ripped from her bones. She was already dead before her skin blistered but she deserved it.

I take a moment to let the tears pour whilst my body begins healing, it doesn’t take long before I’m back at punching a few holes clean through my walls. My baby’s gone, my husband doesn’t even know I was pregnant and won’t be allowed home any time soon and I’ve just wrecked our home. Before I know it a mask is over my mouth and nose as smoke or gas floods my lungs before I black out.

 Present day

 I bolt upright sweat soaking my hair, nightie and bed sheets as salty tears stream down my face. Every night, every night the same goddamn nightmare of a memory.  I clamber out of my bed and approach my apartment’s kitchen; okay technically it’s a penthouse but that’s only because I saved from my supe days. No one nowadays even knows Amphitrite existed, works well for me though I can move around without being noticed. I get changed into my work clothes grabbing a breakfast bar before driving to Vought tower to start my day.

I scan my key card to get through security and head up to find Maeve. Being her PA wasn’t bad she was nice enough, I can understand where she comes from with her desire to see Homelander dead or replaced. My work for Maeve changed drastically when she decided to assist ‘The Boys’ in taking down Homelander and Vought she’d get me to get files on different supes for them to justly take down under Victoria Neuman’s organisation.

Today was different though, today was the day I’d been waiting for, for longer than I realised. Today was the day Maeve finally asked for me to find her what realistically could kill Homelander. Minutes later and I literally mean about five minutes tops, I gave her the file on my husband, I gave her Soldier Boy’s alleged cause of death. I’d stolen it about week after I was employed as Maeve’s PA. It’s why I came back to Vought decades later I needed to know what happened to my Ben, of course when I read the file I realised it was bullshit but, I didn’t have the connections that Butcher’s crew has. I’ve been waiting patiently for this day and it’s finally here. I gave her the folder and suggested she take them some temp V to even the playing field before covering her interview absences and two advertising companies.

#soldier boy x reader #Season 3 rewrite #The Boys #Ben #x reader #love #marriage #queen maeve #violence #parenting #eventual smut #supe reader #female reader #revenge #death #homelander #Butcher #manipulation #heartache

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Assistance to Lust

Homelander x OC - When Homelander is assigned a new personal assistant - Charlotte “Charlie” Watson, he is taken off guard by her beauty. It’s lust a first sight but develops into something more. Journey through events as these two fight feelings for each other.

Homelander’s POV

        A meeting was called between Ashley, Stan Edgar, and me to discuss someone new coming in. The droned on and on about what role this person would be taking; I got bored listening to the dull conversation. I zoned out, aimlessly spinning my chair back and forth.

        “Homelander, are you listening? This is important. We’re talking about your personal assistant,” Edgar stated. My ears perked up at “personal assistant”, annoyance now souring my mood.

        “Another one? Come on. When are you going to realize I don’t need someone catering to my every whim? Besides, they all quit anyway. Something about fearing for their lives. Blah, blah, blah. It’s a fucking excuse to me,” I said.

        “An excuse? It’s all your fault, Homelander. They do something you don’t like, and you threaten them, or you end up killing them,” he argued.

        “Why bother bringing anyone in then? How do you know they won’t run away this time…or die?”

        “You need someone to bring you lunch or anything you require during a daily basis. We can’t be here to serve you every day. We’ve been told she’s excellent at her job. We’d like to keep her here and alive. Which is why we’re laying down some ground rules,” Edgar stated.

        “Oh, great. Rules. I love rules,” I grumbled.

        “You will not threaten her life. You will not touch her without permission. You will-,”

        “I’m sorry. I’m not sure I heard correctly. Her? The person you hired is a woman?” I interrupted Ashley. I evidently missed the moment they had said ‘she’ and it surprised me when they started talking about the rules.

        “You will not interrupt her or us during meetings or while she goes over your itinerary for the day. Yes, she’s a woman. Problem?” Stan said. I shook my head.

        “Continue, Ashley,”

        “You will not threaten her friends. You should smile. If you are in a bad mood, do not take it out on her,”

        “What can I do? Nothing?” I snapped.

        “You can treat her with respect and kindness. None of your usual Homelander bullshit,”

        “Great. Got it. Nothing to shame Vought, am I right? Can I go now?”

        “Don’t you want to meet her? She arrived 15 minutes early to go over some last-minute paperwork and to see you after this meeting,” Ashley stated. I gritted my teeth in a smile.

        “Sure. Bring her in,” I answered. Ashley got up and moved to the doors of the conference room and opened them. In walked a petite woman with waist length, dirty blonde hair. Her eyes were a deep, stormy blue. Her lips were full, plush, and pink. I swallowed, already nervous. Why am I nervous? I thought. I got up to approach them, the girl turning those gorgeous eyes to me.  

        “Homelander, this is Charlotte Watson. Charlotte this is Homelander. You get to assist the leader of the Seven,” Ashley introduced us.

        “Hi. It’s nice to meet you, Charlotte,” I said, extending my hand.

        “Charlie, please. Everyone calls me Charlie. Would you mind removing your glove?” she said.

        “Why?”

        “I prefer skin to skin contact when shaking hands,”

        “Oh. Alright,” I removed one glove and held out my hand again. She took it, shaking it in a professional manner. The jolt of electricity that went through me caused my body to tense, fighting a combination of nerves and desire. The emptiness I felt when she let got hit me like a train, but I shrugged it off as they went over a few things.

        “You’ll have Fridays off, but on call over the weekend in case of promotional activities or events the Seven must attend. How early can you be up and ready to work?” Ashley commented.

        “Would 7 o’clock work?” Charlie asked.

        “Perfect. You’ll be an hour later than when Homelander gets up. You’ll need to prepare breakfast for him and then go over the activities of the day. Should he need you, he can text you or call you, so be ready to get what he wants. You’re allowed three weeks of paid vacation. Don’t take them all at one time…” I zoned out, looking over Charlie.

        She was breathtaking and I found my mind wandering to places it shouldn’t. I imagined how she would look in my bed, splayed out on the sheets, my head between her legs. I imagined how she would feel with my cock buried inside her. How she would taste, how soft…

        “Homelander? Hello?” Ashley said.

        “Huh? What? Did you say something?”

        “I asked if you needed her for anything at this moment?”

        “Oh, uh…” Stop thinking naughty thoughts. “No. I can’t think of anything. Maybe later,” I answered.

        “Okay. Well, I’ll show Charlie to her room and give her tour around the tower,” They left the room, leaving me and Stan alone together. He approached me, clasping his hands behind his back.

        “Behave Homelander. You don’t want to find out the consequences should you choose not to,” he warned. He left the room, leaving me with my thoughts. Behaving might be harder than I thought.

  Charlie’s POV

        Ashley showed me around Vought tower before bringing me to my room which I would be moving into tomorrow.

        “I hope you won’t be intimidated. Homelander is a big deal around here. We wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed,” she told me.

        “I’ll be fine. I doubt he’ll give me too much trouble. When should I be here to move my things into the building?” I stated.

        “No later than 8 a.m. If you would like, I can have some staff members help you with the furniture,”

        “That would be great. Thanks,” We continued to the outside going over a few more things before she let me return to my apartment for the last night.

  The Next Morning

Homelander’s POV

        There was movement in the tower. Movement that wasn’t normal for what went around the tower. It caught my attention and I figured I needed to investigate what was going on. People were carrying furniture down the hallway where the Seven usually slept. I followed them and noticed them carrying the items into an open doorway. Ashley was standing by making sure they weren’t breaking anything or scratching up the walls.

        “What’s going on? Are we redecorating?” I asked.

        “Charlie is moving in today. I’m supervising so they don’t break anything,”

        “Can I help?”

        “You will have to take it up with her. She’s running the show,”

        I entered the room and saw Charlie directing the staff members on where to put her furniture. She caught my gaze and shot me a smile.

        “Good morning, Homelander. What can I help you with?” she greeted me.

        “Do you need assistance unpacking?”

        “Sure, but there are some boxes I rather you not touch,”

        “Fair enough, but I hope you know I have x-ray vision and will be able to see anything you don’t want me to see either way,” A blush bloomed on her cheeks taking in my words. “Any lingerie or vibrators you have won’t be hidden from my view. Do you have anything like that?” I continued, moving towards her. The blush deepened, but she handed me a box.

        “That goes in the dresser in the corner. You’re welcome to help assemble the bed as well,” I nodded and got work, arranging things for her. When I finished one task, she gave me another until we were the only two in the room. I opened another box and found a collection of various “toys”.

        “What does this do?” I asked, holding one up.

        “Huh? Oh. Uh, nothing. Give me that box, please,” she stated.

        “No, no. Please enlighten me on some of these fun devices,” I said, moving it out of her reach.

        “I…well, that one stimulates both the clit and the g-spot,” she said. She grabbed the box from me, placing it on the bed. Taking the toy from my hand, she turned it on; this surprised me because I thought she wouldn’t have taken me up on my teasing.

        “Take off your gloves. I’ll let you feel the different speeds,” Heat spread over me, but I did as she asked, placing my gloves on the bed, placing my thumb on one end and my forefinger on the other. She cycled through the speeds and rhythms. I grew hotter…and harder. I picked up another toy.

        “These?” She opened the item and clipped it my finger, yanking it off making me wince…yet I was turned on.

        “Nipple clamps,” she said. I stepped closer, another one in my hand. “What about this?” Her breathing increased, her heartbeat picking up.

        “It’s meant to mimic oral sex on a woman,” she answered.

        “Is that so?” She nodded and I leaned down…no. I’m not allowed to touch her. I backed up, putting space between us. I handed the toy back to Charlie, excusing myself from the room. Later that night, I stripped down to nothing and masturbated to the thoughts of her pleasuring herself while I watched.

  2 Weeks Later

Charlie’s POV

        Assisting Homelander appeared to go well despite the long hours and busy schedule. It took me three days to get used to his routine; breakfast, meeting if he had any, lunch, any promotional things, dinner and then sleep. Some nights, he would request a random item or food in the middle of the night, or he needed company.

         One morning, I messed up by making his bed. I feared he would be upset, but he took it rather well.

        “Don’t do it again,” he ground out, though it looked as if he was struggling not to yell.

        “Right. Noted. Anything else I should know?” I asked. He had begun to walk away, freezing at my question.

        “What?” he asked.

        “Is there anything I should know about how you like things? I want to make sure I’m doing things right by you and your standards,”

        “Um…I don’t know. I would like fresh, warm towels in the morning for my showers. Could you also change up the breakfast in the morning? I’d rather not have the same thing throughout the week. Two days in a row is okay, but maybe spice things up a bit. Do you have a notepad on you? I’d like to go over what I like to have at events,” he told me. I pulled out one from my backpack I carried with me during the day. We sat down to discuss a list of food and drink he wanted when at events or shoots when he had to do them. This would become important for the upcoming event in a few days. Especially the one for tomorrow. Last night, we had gathered in the conference room for a meeting about it. There I met the rest of the Seven before we got on topic.

        A promotional event filled with commercial shoots, signings, and photos. Starlight was putting on show for the fans, caterers were being brought in to serve the team, and extra help would be added for them, so all the assistants weren’t worked to death.

        “Charlie, I’m going to need you to not only be available for Homelander, but to flow between him, Maeve, and Starlight. Homelander will be your focus of course, but I would like to see how you interact with the rest of the team. Sound good?”

        “No problem,” I agreed.

          The day had started off great; Homelander was happy, the rest of the team in a good mood. I was called away to help Maeve that things started to go south. They had one other person helping me with Homelander and I thought I had left him in good hands. I grabbed water and sandwich for the red head and talked with her for a few minutes.

        “How are you liking working alongside Homelander?” she asked.

        “It’s great. I’ve had a few mistakes, but I fixed those. He’s busy, so I go with him everywhere, but it’s not too bad,”

        “He hasn’t threatened you, has he? He can kind of explode if things don’t go his way,”

        “No, he’s been reasonable about things,”

        “Interesting. He must like you or Vought does. I wonder if they laid out rules for him to abide by,” she commented.

        “Maybe,” I said. At this moment, things had begun to get out of control. We heard things being thrown around and yelling coming from Homelander’s tent.

        “I think you had better go see what’s that is about,” I nodded and made a beeline to Homelander.

        “Are you insane? What makes you think I want this? It tastes awful and it’s not what I requested,” he shouted, tossing a bacon croissant to the ground. The other assistant backed up, cowering from Homelander.

        “They didn’t have what you requested. I don’t know how you’ll be able to eat anything if you don’t want what they have on the menu. I can get you a blueberry muffin if you want,” Not good, dude. Bad suggestion, I thought. As expected, Homelander went off on the guy.

        “A muffin? I don’t want a muffin. Where’s my kale smoothie?  What about an egg sandwich? Fuck! You’re giving me a headache. Can’t you do anything right?” Homelander snapped. He threw his chair across the tent; it broke when it hit the ground. “Fuck! Look what you made me do,” Next came the backhand across the assistant’s cheek.

        “You can’t hit us. It’s not allowed,” Stop talking.

        “I’m Homelander. I can do whatever the fuck I want,” Time I stepped in.

        “Is there anything I can do to help you?” I asked.

        “He wants a kale smoothie and now an egg sandwich. It was a cheese and meat plate before,” the assistant said.

        “Why didn’t you get what he wanted?” I asked.

        “They didn’t have what he wanted. I got a substitution,” the other assistant told me.

        “Get out. You’re making things worse. I’ll take care of this,” I commanded. The assistant shuffled off and I had Homelander take a seat before I ran off to the catering service. We figured out a way to make both the egg sandwich and the charcuterie board of cheese and meat.

        “What about the smoothie?” I asked.

        “We don’t have-,”

        “No. Wrong answer. He wants a kale smoothie. You need to figure out how to get that for him. Make some calls. Now,” I ordered. They called another branch of their service and had some brought over to make the smoothie. I carried it over to him and had him take some pain killers with the smoothie to ease the headache.

        “Would you mind giving me a massage? My shoulders are killing me,” he stated.

        “Sure. I can do that,” I told him. I had someone remove his cape and moved to place my hands on his shoulders.

        “How much pressure would you like me to use?”

        “As much as you can,” I squeezed tight, kneading the muscle to loosen him up a bit.

        “You’re on in 15 minutes,” I reminded him.

        “I need more time,”

        “Alright,” I paused the massage to text Ashley to postpone Homelander’s section another 30 minutes. She agreed and I worked Homelander’s massage deeper to relieve him of his foul mood.

        “I’m ready. Thank you,” he told. He was the last of the day and around 6, we headed back to the tower, a pizza feast waiting for us. I grabbed a few pieces and retired to my room. A knock sounded at my door and Stan Edgar stood outside of it when I opened it.

        “Well done. You managed to calm one of Homelander’s tantrums. We’re pleased with your work so far. Keep it up,” he told me.

        “Thank you, sir,” I said. A few hours later, I headed to bed, prepared for what came next.

   1 month later

Homelander’s POV – 4 a.m.

        I thirsted for milk. Picking up the phone, I texted Charlie my request. Half an hour later, she knocked at my door. I let her in, and she put down three bags of milk.

        “I didn’t know what kind you wanted, so I grabbed every kind I could find.  Whole milk, soy milk, 2%, skim, almond milk, oat milk. Anything you don’t want, I’ll put downstairs in the team fridge,” she told me.

        “I’ll take the whole milk, the 2% and the oat milk,” I said. She shifted the three into my mini fridge and disappeared downstairs to store the other unwanted cartons. When she returned, she had a mug in her hands.

        “Your request tonight? Hot or cold?”

        “Whole milk. Warm,” She put the other two cartons away, pouring me some of the desired milk and heated it up for 30 seconds, handing me the mug to put away the last carton.

        “Anything else?”

        “Stay? Keep me company?” She slid into the covers beside me, nothing but silence in the room. At one point her head fell onto my shoulder, surprising me. I finished the milk and lifted her head to shift her body to lay flat against the mattress, her head on the pillow. I shut out the light and allowed myself to curl up beside Charlie and fell asleep.

 8 A.M.

Charlie’s POV

        My alarm jolted me awake and I found myself still in Homelander’s room. He wasn’t there; I guessed getting his workout in. I shut off the alarm and five seconds later he called me.

        “What do you need?” I answered.

        “Come down to the pool. Bring a swimsuit and an extra towel from the linen closet,” he told me.

        “Okay. I’ll be down in ten minutes,” I returned to my room, changed, grabbed a towel, and went down to the shared pool to find Homelander standing on the deck, his arms crossed.

        “Good morning. I would like the pool to myself this morning,” he greeted me. What was the point of having me put on a swimsuit then? I thought. I caught myself staring at his sculpted chest and cleared my throat.

        “You want me to kick these people out of the pool?”

        “Precisely,” I sighed and approached the first person, a man I recognized from the I.T. department.

        “Out. Homelander wants to swim,” I ordered. The man scoffed and kept swimming.

        “He’s not allowed to prevent anyone from sharing the pool,” he argued.

        “He’s Homelander. What he wants, goes. Get out. You’re wasting my time and his,” I snapped back. The man grumbled, hoisting himself out and leaving the facility, flipping me off. Wow, these people are so much fun. I walked over to where the Deep was swimming next.

        “Deep, out. Homelander wants the pool to himself,”

        “But…”

        “Out, now,” One by one every person I approached left the pool, leaving me alone with Homelander.

        “Perfect. Join me?” he said when I came back to his side.

        “I don’t think I’m allowed to get in with-,”

        “Sure, you are. You deserve it,” he cut me off. I climbed in, swimming with him. At first, we kept our distance. Then he swam up behind me, his hands on my waist.

        “Feel good?” he questioned. I turned to face him. I nodded, my heart hammering in my chest. I knew I shouldn’t be crushing on him, but he had my stomach turning in knots every time I was around him and I wanted nothing more than to have him take me in bed.

        “Homelander. We have a meeting,” Edgar’s voice called out. Homelander removed his hands and hopped out of the pool, disappearing down the hallway.

 11 A.M.

Homelander’s POV

        “You’re treading dangerous waters. Don’t put your hands on Miss Watson again,” Stan warned me.

        “I wasn’t doing anything inappropriate,” I defended myself.

        “You have rules. Obey them,” I sighed and joined the meeting. A new event; puppies and interviews at Vought University. I tried my best to listen, but I kept drifting off to thoughts about Charlie.

        “Homelander, are you listening?” Maeve asked.

        “Yeah, yeah. Puppies, interviews, interactions. Wait. Puppies?”

        “Yeah. What’s wrong? You’ve gone pale,”

        “Nothing. It’s fine,” I said. This wasn’t fine. Not fine at all.

  Three Weeks Later

Charlie’s POV

        Puppy interviews. A fun event. Though something seemed to be bothering Homelander.

        “Are you okay? Homelander?” I asked.

        “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” he answered. More like hissed.

        “You look upset about something. You’re not yourself,”

        “I’m fine,” he snapped. His expression softened when I flinched back. “I apologize. I’m okay. Thank you for checking on me,” he said. We continued to the front lawn of the Vought University where we were brought to this afternoon. There were rows upon rows of puppies in kennels. For the students it was a much-needed break from their studies and exams. For us, it was something we had to bring inspiration for and showcase that the heroes cared about something other than human beings. A trainer led us to our kennel, which was full of husky puppies. They looked like a bunch of fluff balls playing together. I stepped in, but Homelander froze, his face going pale.

        “Hey, are you okay? Come on in,” I told him.

        “I can’t. I’m afraid,” he said.

        “You’re…afraid,” I took his hand in mine. “Come here. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Sit down,” I coaxed him. He took a ragged breath, sitting down. His hands shook and he flinched when some of the pups came to sit on his lap. I squeezed his hand, reminding him I was still here for him.

        “Easy. Relax. I’ve got you. Pet his head,” Homelander took a deep breath, letting me guide his hand over one of the puppies. One of the hosts came over, but I waved him away, trying to calm Homelander and get him used to the puppies.

        “Tell me when you’re ready and I’ll get someone back over,” I told him.

        “Five more minutes,” As the calm rushed over him, I motioned for a host to come back for his interview. We waited for the rest of the team to finish up, holding puppies in our laps.

        “Thank you for being patient with me,” he said.

        “You’re welcome. Thank you for letting me help you,” I told him. The next event would end up with him saving my life and an encounter that would get him in trouble.

  The Following Week

Charlie’s POV

        Another promotional event arrived, and they had me attending to both Homelander and Starlight, mainly Starlight this time. Homelander needed to give a speech at the end of the event, so we needed to maintain his good mood. Since they kept me near Starlight, I couldn’t see how things were going. I hoped they were going well; Spoiler alert, they weren’t. A commotion broke out during a conversation with Starlight about her background and everyone was staring towards an area in the back.

        “Charlie, we need help. Homelander is throwing a major fit. Get over here. Now,” Ashley’s voice cut through the ear comm. I ran over to see him throwing stuff around, the other assistants cowering behind a table. Ashley found me and pulled me to the side.

        “The catering people screwed up big time. I know you gave them his list, but they refused to bring any of the things he wanted. He’s pissed off, hence the throwing stuff. I don’t know how you’ll get him calm this time,” she said. She ripped a piece of her hair out and I winced as the strand fell to the ground.

        “Let me make some calls. Give me two hours. I’ll see what I can do,” I stayed off to the side, planning with more compliant catering services. I gave them the list and they were able to run things down to the stadium where we were in 45 minutes. Once handled, I went up to Homelander and grabbed hold of his arm, pulling him with me.

        “Listen to me. I’ve got a new company coming in 45 minutes. They’ve agreed to do everything I’ve asked. Just for you. I’m going to need you to calm down. Come with me to your trailer,” I told him. He followed me there and I sat on the couch.

        “Lay your head in my lap,” I said.

        “What?”

        “Lay your head in my lap. I have an idea,” Homelander stretched out, placing his head onto my thighs, my hands carding through his hair. He hummed in pleasure as I kept combing through, easing his mind.

        “You can close your eyes if you want,” I told him. He blinked and shut them, letting out a sigh. I kept going, massaging his head every so often. His body relaxed; his breathing evened out. Homelander had fallen asleep in my lap. An hour later, a knock sounded at the trailer, Ashley walking in when I said come in.

        “The food has arrived. When he’s eaten and drank something, we’re going to need him out on the stage,” she told me. I nodded and shook Homelander slightly.

        “Homelander? Sweetie, wake up,” I coaxed the sleeping man in my lap. He stirred and opened his eyes. He yawned, stretching before he got up. I relayed the message and he nodded, leaving the trailer. She shot me a surprised look as he passed by her.

        “He’s completely blissed out. What the fuck did you do to him?” she asked.

        “I’ve been told I have magic fingers,” I said, wiggling them at her. We went to where Homelander was eating one of his special-made sandwiches and drinking a peach smoothie. He cleaned his mouth and walked up on stage to give his speech, captivating the audience’s attention.

  Homelander’s POV

        Charlie worked her magic to calm me, and I never felt more relaxed in my life. I went on stage to give the pre-planned speech about togetherness and how I planned to keep the world safe. Once done, I got off and noticed Charlie talking to one of the assistants to Starlight. I smiled as I looked at her, a strange feeling starting to take hold. I think I liked her more than I first thought. I wanted her. I needed her. I craved the taste of her. As I continued to watch them, a loud noise erupted from above us. A noise that shouldn’t have sounded in the first place.

        It had been windy today and the large billboard sign near the stage swayed for a little bit. This time the sturdiness gave way and the sound of metal creaking and bending echoed throughout the stadium as it fell off the pole holding it, careening to land on the ground. Though, Charlie and the assistant were in its path. Screams echoed, the two looking up in horror as they watched their deaths play out. Time seemed to slow, and I chose Charlie. I couldn’t save both. Vought needed her, I needed her. I flew towards her, scooping her body in my arms and flew her out of harm’s way. The other guy was crushed beneath the heavy sign, more screams coming from people.

        “Are you okay?” I asked Charlie. She nodded and looked at the spot she had been standing a second before.

        “I’m sorry. I couldn’t save you both. You’re too valuable to Vought,” To me. I couldn’t voice the last thought. She touched my face, stroking her thumb across my cheek. It took all my strength not to melt into her touch.

        “Thank you,” I put her down on the ground, backing up to check over her. I held her hand, pulling her towards my table with food on it. I didn’t notice the cable, tripping over it. I yanked her down with me and landed on my back, our faces now inches apart. Her blonde hair fell in a curtain over one shoulder, both of us breathing hard. The way she landed had her legs straddling my hips, her pussy right against my cock. I knew I was getting hard, hoping she wouldn’t move and get me harder.

        “Minty,” she said, catching me off guard.

        “Excuse me?” I asked.

        “Your breath,” she answered. I laughed and pushed some of her hair behind her ear, cupping the back of her head. She took a sharp intake of breath and I leaned in a little, wanting to close the distance, wanting to kiss her.

        “Homelander! Charlie! Are you guys, okay?” Ashley’s voice cut through the moment. Charlie got off me, helping me up.

        “We’re fine,” she said. I nodded and we left the ground, returning to the tower. Later in the night, when we thought we were alone, an encounter would create more longing between us.

 Charlie’s POV

        Everyone had left the tower to go out on the town; Homelander and I had opted out, but he told me I would have the night off. The events of the day had me restless and I tried to work out to relieve some of the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I tried to block out the memory of him almost kissing me. I would have let him, wanting to feel his lips on mine. It worked for about an hour, before I was up again. Craving a soda, I headed down to the kitchen passing by the living room. As I entered, I notice Homelander had the TV on, and he was sitting down…naked. Passing by him, I tried my best to avert my eyes, but not before I saw him jerking off. He caught my gaze, his eyes widening. He stopped what he was doing and flew over to me.

        Fuck! I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would come down here,” he said.

        “No, no. I’m sorry. I should have knocked. I’m getting a drink and then I’ll be out of your hair. Excuse me,” I walked to the fridge, grabbed a drink, and headed to the doors to the hallway. Homelander took hold of my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

        “Charlie, I’m truly sorry. You weren’t meant to see me like this. Forgive me,” he said.

        “It’s okay. I should leave you alone. She’s a lucky girl to have you thinking about her. Goodnight, Homelander,”

        “Charlie…” he let go and I left the room, staying in my chambers for the remainder of the night. We didn’t know someone had witnessed our interaction and would go to Edgar.

  The Next Morning

Homelander’s POV

        I was jolted awake by a presence at the foot of my bed. Stan Edgar pinned me in place by a glare.

        “Get dressed. Meeting room, now,” he said. By his tone, something was wrong. Remembering what happened last night with Charlie had my blood chilled to the bone. What if she had reported me? Fuck! I apologized and still she does this. I dressed and made my way to the conference room, where both Ashley and Edgar were waiting for me.

        “What is this about?” I asked.

        “We received a report that you inappropriate towards Miss Watson. You were naked and apparently masturbating in her presence. You violated our rules, Homelander,” Edgar stated.

        “I already apologized to her. It was a mistake. Something that won’t happen again,” I said.

        “No, it won’t. We’re taking her out of your service for a week. She’ll be attending to Maeve instead. This is your punishment. Dismissed,” Ashley ordered. I stormed from the room and headed to the roof. I passed Charlie on the way; she flashed a smile at me. I grabbed her arm and hauled her with me to the elevator.

        “Ow. Let go. What’s gotten into you today?” she said.

        “As if you don’t know. I apologized for my actions last night. Why the fuck would you feel the need to report me to Edgar and Ashley?” I snapped.

        “What are you talking about? I didn’t-,”

        “Have fun with Maeve this week. I hope you’re fucking happy,” I growled. She pushed past me, hitting the emergency stop button on the elevator.

        “Do not take that tone with me. What the fuck are you on about? I didn’t report you. It wasn’t your fault. I didn’t knock when I came down and walked in on you. I accepted your apology. I don’t have a clue who fucking reported you, but it wasn’t me. Don’t take it out on me,” she snapped back.

        “You…You didn’t report me? But…” I sighed. “I’m sorry. I thought you had gotten me in trouble. I guess I should have checked in with you first,” I grumbled. She reached past me to make the elevator resume its course.

        “Apology accepted. What’s this about Maeve?”

        “They removed you from my service. You’re to cater to Maeve’s needs this week,”

        “Ah. That’s how they punished you. What a bummer. I love Maeve, but I much prefer you,” I chuckled and backed her into a corner of the elevator.

        “Homelander? I-,”

        “Keep me in your thoughts, will you?” I asked. She nodded. Her heartbeat had picked up, her breathing shallow. It wasn’t fear, but something else. I think it was an attraction to me. I picked up one of her hands, kissing the top of it.

        “Have a good day,” I said. The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out, bumping into the Deep.

        “Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time. There are rules Homelander. We all need to abide by them,” he said. He joined Charlie in the elevator as his words hit me. I shoved a hand through, stopping the doors from closing.

        “It was you. You reported me. Why?” I stated.

        “You need to be kept in line. Stay in your boundaries,” he answered. I lunged, but Charlie stepped in between us.

        “Hey, easy. Don’t kill him,” she told me. She turned to the Deep. “You need to know when to mind your own fucking business. You don’t know the whole story. He apologized last night. I accepted it. If you were trying to protect me, I’d rather you didn’t. I can take care of myself,” she stated. She walked out and took the stairs to go about her own day.

   Wednesday Night

Charlie’s POV

        Since I had been working alongside Maeve, I didn’t have much to do. She didn’t need me for a whole lot of tasks. She only called on me for late night snacks and alcohol runs. She didn’t have a busy schedule, and tonight I was free to do what I wanted. Movie night, specifically horror movie night was a frequent choice of mine. I sat in the dark, Destination playing on the TV. As I watched the gruesome deaths play out, someone burst through my door in a panic. Homelander took up the space in the door frame and I paused the movie to stare at him.

        “Did you need something?” I asked.

        “No. I heard screaming. I thought you were in danger,”

        “Oh. You probably heard the movie. It’s a horror one, hence the screaming,” I told him, resuming the film.

        “Right. Sorry,” he said. He didn’t leave lingering in the doorway. A smile pricked at my lips.

        “Do you want to watch it with me?” I asked.

        “Would you mind if I did?” I shook my head.

        “Come in. I’ll start it from the beginning. I’ll be right back. I’m going to make us some popcorn. Do you want something to drink?” He nodded, but followed me to the kitchen anyway, grabbing one of my sodas. He waited patiently for the popcorn to finish popping and joined me in my room. We shrouded ourselves in darkness and restarted the film. He settled in close, eating popcorn and focusing on the movie. One movie turned into a marathon; we got through the third before he left around one in the morning to get some sleep. Whatever feelings I had for him already grew in that moment. Soon, we would act upon them, unable to deny them any longer.

  Saturday Night

Homelander’s POV

        This week had put me in a bad mood. No Charlie except for one night; it was enjoyable but did nothing for my desire for her. My points had dropped a bit and Edgar was still annoyed with me. I did what I did best. Strip naked and ponder things for a while. No one was the tower. I made sure of it. Apparently, I missed one person.

        Sitting in my thoughts, I jumped when Charlie burst through the living room. She took in my appearance, a blush blooming on her cheeks.

        “Fuck. I did it again. I needed to tell you some good news,” she greeted me. I took her in; she wore a striped, silk, blue, button-down night dress. It fell to her knees, the dress conforming to her breasts, making the fabric tight around them, drawing my eye. Her eyes kept drifting down to my cock, the blush deepening when she found what I was already aware of.

        “Yes. Part of that is because of you. What is the good news?” I asked.

        “A couple things. One, I’m back in your service Monday. Two, your points have spiked up a bit. You’re higher than Starlight,” she said. I got up and walked to her. I was impressed when she didn’t step back.

        “Really?”

        “Yeah. Isn’t it amazing?”

        “It is. Thank you for telling me,” I said. I grew harder, the good news only making me more excited.

        “Uh…I should go. Let you take care of that,” she said. She turned, but I wanted her. I desperately needed her and without her, I couldn’t take care of anything.

        “I know you like me. I know you’re attracted to me,” I said. She froze. I stepped closer, taking a risk. “I can hear your heartbeat. It gets faster when you’re around me. Your breathing gets shallower, too,” I continued. I wrapped my arms around her, waiting for her to protest. When she didn’t, I pulled her back against my chest.

        “Are you okay with this? Am I allowed to touch you?” I asked. Better to get permission than go any further. She nodded, more excitement flooding through me. “This is what you do to me. I like you, Charlie. Since our first day,” I admitted. I moved a hand to cup one breast. “I can smell your arousal. I know you want this. Don’t you?”

        “I do. I want you,” she answered. I leaned my head down to her neck, kissing a pulse point. I lifted my head near her ear.

        “I’ll get you off if you get me off,” I whispered. I squeezed her breast to make my point clear. She nodded. I fiddled with one button of her dress.

        “May I unbutton this?”

        “Yes,” she said. I unbuttoned it all the way down, my hand trailing up to play with a nipple. It hardened under my touch, her body arching into mine. I kissed her pulse point again, sucking on it, earning a moan from her lips. My other hand pulled the dress from her body, the silk pooling to the floor. I spread her legs apart with a foot, my free hand slipping around the front to circle her clit. She gasped, her ass pressing against my cock, a moan escaping my own lips. She pulled away and I let her in case something was wrong.

        “Did you change your mind?” I asked.

        “No. I want to get you off first,” she answered. She knelt before me, taking my cock in her hand. I twitched in her hand, moaning when she put it in her mouth. My hands fisted in her hair, guiding her gently down the shaft. Her head bobbed up and down, sucking me off. She cupped my balls with her free hand, fondling them, squeezing them. I grunted as she played with me, groaning as I came inside her mouth. She swallowed and pulled her mouth of my cock, wiping her mouth. I helped her stand, taking her to my room. I had Charlie lay down on the bed, her hair fanning across the pillows. I spread her wide and positioned her hands above her head.

        “Stay there,” I told her. I grabbed some rope out of a hidden trunk, something she had inspired me to have among my collection. I tied her hands together and then to one of the slats connected to my headboard. I tied both ankles to the posts at the end of the bed, keeping her wide in front of me. I nestled my head between her legs, licking a thick stripe up her pussy, Charlie moaning my name. I continued my feast, alternating from licking her to sucking on her. I slipped my tongue inside her core, moving it and out to push her over the edge. I worked her slow until she came on my tongue, lapping at her while she rode the high. Replacing my tongue with my fingers, I moved up to kiss her, changing my pace from slow to fast, pumping in and out, getting her to her second orgasm. I moved off her and went to the fridge, grabbing one of the cartons of milk.

        “May I lick this off your tits?” I asked. She nodded and I poured some over her, coming down to lick and suck it off. I reached up and untied her hands, guiding them down to my cock. She moved them up and down my shaft, getting me off again. I came up to kiss her again, my tongue slipping inside her mouth. I pulled back and grabbed her a towel to clean off with. I untied her feet and sat beside her.

        “Do you want to continue getting each other off? Do you want to have sex with me?” she asked.

        “Yes. Fuck yes,” I answered. I came back to her, kissing her, guiding my cock to her entrance. I slid in slow, until I was buried inside her. I let her adjust to my size, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back inside, careful not to break her. Her hands tangled in my hair, my hands shifting her legs to wrap around my waist.

        “Hold on tight,” I told her. She did as I asked, and I levitated us up above the sheets. I picked up the pace, shifting us into a sitting position. We fucked in the air, coming down to fuck against the wall, and back to the bed. She flipped me to ride me, my hands pinned above my head. I don’t know what time we finished, but at some point, we had, Charlie snuggling up against me, her head on my chest.

        “Cancel my day tomorrow. I want to continue what we started tonight,” I told her.

        “Consider it done,” she said. She rested her hand over my torso, pulling me closer. I held her against me, kissing her one more time before we both fell asleep, ready to continue tonight’s activities in the morning.

#the boys #homelander #queen maeve #starlight #the deep #smut #lust

[littlemisslostt]

The beginning of Homelander and Maeve’s relationship-It’s the autumn of the seven. While homelander was first chosen, the rest of the group was just beginning to move in to the tower and get their bearings at vaught. Homelander remembers seeings Maeve for the first time a couple summer back and knew he wanted her for himself.

#the boys #homelander #queen maeve #toni starr #dominique mcelligott #madelyn stillwell #lamplighter #maggie shaw #mister marathon #fanfiction #ao3fic #ao3feed #ao3smut #smut #translucent #black noir #noir #vaught #vaught tower

[mickeyswhore]

Just A Nobody

A/N: might feel silly and write a Part 2 of this, lmk if I should.

Summary: Homelander wants you, and you find an unlikely ally in Soldier Boy, at least that's what you think.

Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: not a lot of smut, manipulation, degradation.

GIF by @coppoladelrey

You started working at Vought while you finished college, Ashley needed a new assistant and she wanted someone young to be able to relate to the younger demographic that you represented. To say that your job was a nightmare was the understatement of the year, everyone treated you like a doormat, especially people in the Seven, except Starlight but when she left you were in the lion’s den again.

You had a system of how to navigate the supes, if it was The Deep, never be in a room alone with him under no circumstances. If it was Noir, it didn't matter because he never talked to you or anyone else for that matter so he was harmless, A Train was a mess and Ashley was very strict with you, never do any favours for him so you stayed away, Queen Maeve was always unpleasant with you so you stayed away. The only person Ashley said that you needed to do anything they asked was Homelander, which resulted in him rentelesly flirting with you. 

The different ways that you were avoiding him were insanely creative, you knew that no one could stop Homelander if he decided to attack you so you had to rely only on yourself and your intelligence. You were constantly stressed, every time you went to work you were on the verge of a panic attack and you were so close to quitting when Vought took it upon themselves to pay for your college.

“Ashley? What is this?” You were so pissed, you had written up your resignation letter and everything.

“You’re welcome are the only words that should be coming out of your mouth right now, darling.” You despised her tone, it was filled with a superiority complex.

“I didn't ask for this.” You protested.

“It wasn’t me, alright? It was Homelander! You made quite an impression on him, if I were you I’d express some gratitude.” She left, tears were already running down your cheeks. Homelander basically owned you and he would come back to claim you.

After freaking out and hyperventilating for hours in Ashley’s office, you decided to take a sick day and go to your apartment. You needed a way out of this but you had no idea of how yet, you took the subway and went home after warning Ashley.

At home you were thinking about what to do, if you ran away Homelander would eventually find you. He found his son and the mother and was with Vought’s help, you wouldn’t even last a day. While you were freaking out and thinking about all of the worst possible scenarios Ashley was blowing up your phone.

WHERE ARE YOU?????

SOLDIER BOY WAS FOUND

NEED YOU HERE STAT

NOWWWWWWWWWW

You thought that Soldier Boy was dead since before your father was born, maybe Ashley was mistaken? Maybe Vought being in disarray about this person would clear you from being away from Homelander for a while. You got up from your sofa and you were ready to get back to work and deal with Ashley almost having a mental breakdown. When you opened the door you saw him there, your blood ran cold.

“Homelander.” You whispered and he smiled, his smile always unsettled you. “What you’re doing here?” You had no idea that he knew you where you lived, that made you so fucking scared.

“I wanted to explain myself, I paid for your college tuition and we barely spoke before.” He entered your apartment and looked everywhere, you felt so violated.

“It’s gonna have to wait, Ashley needs me.” You were about to touch him so he could leave your apartment but his facade fell.

“She can wait.” You felt the urge to cry but somehow you didn't.

“Not really, Soldier Boy is back.” That was the first time you saw Homelander scared, and for a second you were more afraid of Soldier Boy than Homelander. Who was he that even the strongest man on earth is afraid of? “So I really need to go. You understand that, right?” You had no idea what he was going to do, you sighed relieved when he got out of your apartment.

“It’s fine, I’ll take you back to the tower.” Homelander motioned for you to follow him and you looked confused.

“No worries, I’ll take the subway.” He invaded your personal space and got inches near your face.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, girl. I said, I’ll take you.” Homelander was definetly getting off on the fact that you were scared of him, the way you smelled when you were scared and he didn't hide the fact that he enjoyed it. You simply nodded and the two of you walked in silence outside.

Outside, Homelander scooped you up and flew with you that made you so scared but you didn't even had the mental capacity to scream. You were at Vought in less than two minutes, you were about to remove yourself from Homelander when he kept you in place.

“Meet me in my room at 10, hm?” He smiled wickedly at you and released you. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe and Ashley’s words were repeating in your head:

“If I were you I’d express some gratitude.” 

You knew what was implied but you didn't want to do this, why it had to be you? Why couldn’t Homelander just find you unnatractive? You were just a nobody, why couldn’t it continue that way?

Ashley was waiting for you, and apparently all of the testing proved that it was Soldier Boy. How he was able to look the same age or get captured are questions that need to be answered. The two of you entered the room Soldier Boy was being held, Ashley needed to talk to him about all of the optics, how he was going to be in the Seven, if he insisted on it. Vought was more than happy to keep him under wraps, you can’t really control a supe, no matter how hard you tried.

Soldier Boy had his head down, he didn't look at Ashley when she introduced herself and started rambling about PR and how to mitigate the situation and you could tell that he wasn’t interested in the slightest. That’s when he looked at you, and the look he gave you was not one you describe, no one ever looked at you that way before.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice boomed around the room and Ashley stopped talking instantly. “I’ll talk to her and her only.” Soldier Boy pointed at you and the two of you were speechless. Ashley quickly left the room and the two of you were alone, you sat down in the chair that your boss was sat a couple of seconds ago.

“Why do you want to talk to me?” You whispered, you have no idea why you had the courage to speak first maybe because since Homelander wanted you in his room, you had nothing to lose.

“I want to know what you do you think I should do, doll?” He looked genuinely interested in your opinion, but the reason behind it was totally lost on you.

“But why?” The look on your face could only be described as utter confusion making Soldier Boy laugh.

“You seem the only person I’ve seen so far to have integrity.” That took you by surprise and you simply nodded. “So? What do you think I should do?” He asked again, this time it seemed that was impatient.

“Well, you’ve been tortured by Russians all this time. The thing that seemingly makes the most sense is getting revenge?” It sounded more like a question than a statement and Soldier Boy picked up on that.

“You’re not sure? Speak up, woman.” He banged his hand on the table and startled you, making you jump slightly. 

“If I was you, I would take the time to decompress and enjoy something before going on a suicide mission killing everyone that wronged you.” You said rather quickly and he grinned at you.

“You’re not wrong, doll. Tell Vought that I want a private island, and if you want a promotion you can come live with me and be my handler, I’ll need one since mine is fucking dead.” He laughed and you were about to refuse when Homelander’s demand for you to be in his room flashed in your mind.

“Alright, I accept.” If that meant being as far away from Homelander as possible, you’d accept whatever job in a heartbeat.

“Great to hear, sweetheart.” Soldier Boy smiled at you, there’s no denying that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. “Are we done here?” He spoke in the direction of the glass, you could tell that he was annoyed but he wasn’t as scary as Homelander, you felt at ease with Soldier Boy.

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You didn't leave Soldier Boy’s side, the deadline to meet Homelander was approaching and if you were with a supe that wanted you near there’s nothing that Homelander can do, right? So you took full advantage of your brand new position, Ashley was annoyed about the fact that she needs a new assistant. But she wasn’t about to go against Soldier Boy, so she kept quiet.

Homelander was not happy about your new predicament, he was supposed to have you all to himself. He was looking for you, but you were packing all of Soldier Boy’s clothes that Vought even after all this time, that was very handy. Packing was always something that brought you peace, so you were humming your favourite songs whilst doing this chore. You gasped when you realised that Homelander was right behind you, he was angry you could tell that much, you looked around and realised that Soldier Boy probably went to the bathroon so you were all alone with Homelander.

“Let me get this straight, you’re going to jump on Soldier Boy’s dick the moment I pay for your college tuition? Talk about being an ungrateful brat.” He walked slowly towards you, and you took a step back.

“It was a job opportunity, a really good one…I…” Homelander raised his finger to stop you from talking.

“No, no.” He got closer to you, this was it. He was going to kill you, he raised his hand and caressed your cheek. “You’re not his, you’re mine.” You started crying, that’s when you heard someone clearing their throat.

“Do we have a problem here?” It was Soldier Boy and you were relieved, Homelander was pissed and your saviour was as cool as cucumber.

“No, we do not.” It was the first time you saw fear in Homelander’s features, and he quickly got away from you and he left without saying another word. After he left you sat down in Soldier Boy’s bed and sighed relieved.

“What’s going on between the two of you? Do I have to kill a supe to keep my handler?” Soldier Boy snickered and you let out a small laugh.

“He…always wanted…me.” The awkwardness seeping through every pore of your body makes you cringe. “He also demanded me to be in his room now…so…he came to talk.” Soldier Boy had a strange look on his face, the only thing that you could place was jealousy? That wasn’t possible, he barely knew you? You just ignored it.

“He’s never gonna bother you again, don’t worry.” Soldier Boy placed his hand on your thigh and it felt…nice. You knew that Soldier Boy was attractive, but him being comforting? The icing on the cake.

“Thank you, Soldier Boy.” You gave him a genuine smile.

“Ben.” You looked at him confused. “My name is Ben.” He clarified and the two of you smiled.

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You and Ben, as he insisted to be called were now in this private island. You realised quite quick that besides some members of staff that took care of cooking and cleaning, the two of you were all by yourselves. But other than that, you had the most amazing bedroom ever, it was bigger than your apartment and you couldn’t be happier to be away from Homelander.

Ben was always flirting with you, he never stopped. He was also touching you constantly but it never made you uncomfortable, it felt natural to have that intimacy with him. Your days consisted of just making sure that Ben was comfortable and if Vought had any plans for him, which they never did. That made the supe on the edge, you could that he wanted something and you had no idea what.

Until you found out.

It was raining, so neither of you left the house. Ben still hasn’t come out of his bedroom which was odd, he was the first one to wake up at 5 AM. You needed to ask him about what he wanted to eat, so you approached his door before you could knock you heard his gruntings and moaning, he was masturbating in there.

“I know you can hear me, doll. I can smell your arousal from a mile away.” You got caught and there was no way out, so you opened the door and there he was was, his dick was huge, it felt that it should be on a porn actor not a super hero. “There she is, why don’t you come here and let me fuck your mouth, huh?” It felt that he had power over you, so that was exactly what you did.

When you took his cock in your mouth, Ben grabbed your head and started fucking your throat. You tapped his leg so he could slow down but he didn't, you were gagging around his cock, it was painful but he never slowed down. Tears were running down your face, and you could hear Ben’s grunts and moans.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum doll.” He warned and you felt the thick ropes of cum and that made you gag but you did your best to swallow it all, after you were done, you looked at him and he was trying to catch his breath.

“I knew that I made a good deal with Vought.” You looked at him confused. “They let me keep you to do whatever I want in return I don’t appear in public.” He kissed you but you didn't have the ability to kiss him back. “If I was you, I’d warm up to me real quick. There’s nowhere for you to go, and remember sweetheart, you’re just a nobody.” He laughed and went to clean himself, it was going to be a very different stay on this island now, Ben would make sure of it.

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[mariaofdoranelle]

The Courtship Deception - Part 4: Wanderlust

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I faded the smut to black, sorry! I’m just a gemini who talks too much, I’m doing miracles with this word count already LOL

Warnings: closed-door sexytimes

Words: 863

“You really are a prince, aren’t you?” Aelin whispered to Rowan while ushering him out of the party.

“Technically, yes, but not really.”

“How does that work?”

“It works really well after some family drama with a tabloid-obsessed aunt.”

Dodging her father’s acquaintances was easier than avoiding his men’s questioning looks. Well, that’s what happens when her father told a bunch of big guys that they’re entitled to every detail of her life: they believed it. But they wouldn’t cause a scene if she didn’t either, and that’s how she was able to move through the crowd effortlessly with a man that wasn’t one of her suitors.

“Where’re you going?” Lorcan hissed, one of her Rhoe’s most trusted and least subtle men.

“Out!” Aelin barked while dragging Rowan out the main doors. But the man’s eyes weren’t on her, and something dawned on her. He was the one who came with Fenrys from Doranelle, wasn’t he? Was he friends with Rowan too, or just acquaintances?

Out of the main venue, Aelin found a storage closet of sorts and shoved Rowan in it, locking herself inside with him.

He sighed, taking in the tiny room. “I didn’t know you liked it tawdry.”

She crossed her arms. “You were talking about family drama and tabloids.”

“When we texted last night, I thought you’d want my mouth for entirely different reasons.”

“Well, I—“

Aelin was silenced by his hand holding onto the back of her neck, tilting her head toward his.

He raised a brow in question. *What do you want?* he seemed to ask.

Well, fuck. This was such a cheap trick, but she could Google her answers later to figure it out. Neck-grabbing with those rough hands? Not so easy to do on her own.

Aelin closed the distance between them, and their hands found each other’s bodies like magnets. Rowan’s kisses were rough and hungry; when he backed her against a shelving unit and sneaked a hand up her thigh, Aelin grasped how thoroughly ravished she was about to be.

She lost sight of her initial goal completely.

˜˜

Rowan had one hand on her waist and another using the shelf to hold himself upright. They were both panting, breaths mingling in that near claustrophobic closet.

He grabbed a few napkins behind her to dispose of the condom, and that was her cut to fix her hair and smooth down her dress.

“Can you—“ Aelin was brutally interrupted by a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

She peeked out the door. The only person close by was Lorcan, looking grumpier than ever.

“Psst!” she called him. “Yes, c’mere.”

“You missed dinner.”

“Your friend didn’t.” Aelin smirked with the memory. Him kneeling before her, face between her thighs, was definitely something. “What time is it?”

Aelin had no way of knowing—she didn’t have her phone with her, and Rowan would do anything to avoid their conversation.

“Late.”

“But is it too late?”

The man gave her a hard look, and it was all she needed to know—no, it wasn’t too late, but she should get back to the party before her dad notices it and incites chaos. Still, she got back to the storage closet and locked the door again.

“Round two so soon?”

Aelin crossed her arms. “Family drama and tabloids. Spill.”

“You’re not unlocking that door until I tell you, I take it?”

“Absolutely not.”

Rowan sighed, but conceded. Then, he went on about how much he disagreed with Queen Maeve’s contrarian policies, and the rupture it created between him and his family. About how he left Doranelle without looking back, and only remained as a prince in name, since the royal family wouldn’t rescind his title for the media havoc it’d cause—even if he wasn’t so much in the public eye.

Prompted by Aelin, he told her about how he found a remote job with his engineering degree and traveled the world with no royal privileges and no money—for a prince’s standards, at least—, met people who weren’t royals or billionaires. How he lived his life with no constraints.

She liked it. She wanted it. To live freely, to travel without a team of bodyguards who reported everything to her father, to be able to drive on her own.

Just like that, Aelin saw a new plan unfold right before her eyes.

Moving from her father’s highly-guarded mansion to Dorian’s or Chaol’s castle with a different set of guards was just trading one pair of shackles for another.

But Rowan… she could live like him. She could live with him—anywhere and everywhere, like he’s been living so far. Rhoe could be so blinded by her having a royal title he’d forget that her groom was penniless. Rowan didn’t sound like the type to hold her down, he sounded like the type who would let her live her own life, or even give her a divorce if she truly desired it, no politics involved.

She’d keep her money and her relationship with her father, but also have freedom. It was perfect. It was her best plan so far.

“Rowan…” she trailed, uncertain of his reaction to her next words. “Will you marry me?”

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[amazingmaeve]

FINDING COMFORT

queen maeve x fem!reader

summary — after maeve was ruthlessly outed by homelander vought had the bright idea to make one of the first sapphic superhero couple. that’s where you come in, and since you’ve been out vought has used you for profit so it’s not much of a surprise, what surprises you is the feelings that grow between you and maeve.

warnings — smut, oral (r receiving ), scissoring, some, bits of angst, fluff, and vought and Homelander just being really annoying

word count — 6,240 words

authors note — im so excited for this I’ve been wanting to write for her since I first started watching and finally I got to its. anyways I hope you enjoy this and happy reading. gif credits. also got some inspiration from @venus-haze fic kick it out so if you hadn’t read that please of because it’s amazing!

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“Are you fucking crazy,” Maeve snapped as she stood in front of Ashley with her arms across her chest. Her face hardened as soon as Ashley said those stupid words. Maeve could feel the blood inside her start to boil and she had to refuse to punch her in the face.

“I’m sorry this is just what The Seven needs their first lesbian-,” Ashley began to say.

“Bisexual,” Maeve interrupted with a glare in her eyes.

“Bisexual superhero in The Seven and in a relationship with another woman. The world will love this, it will bring a whole new meaning to girl power,” Ashley ranted as her face was filled with excitement.

“I’m sorry I’ve done this shit already with Homelander why would I want to do this again,” Maeve questioned as the word ‘Homelander’ came out her mouth, er stomach was burning with vile and chest filled of vitriol towards the man who thinks he’s the best thing to ever be conceived.

“This will be different, this girl isn’t like Homelander, she’s actually not murderous and she won’t cause as much drama as him,” Ashley defended the idea she came up with.

Maeve sighed as she stood in Ashley's office, she didn’t know what to do, she hasn’t been with a girl since Elena, and yeah she’s had lots of sex with guys but girls are different. She had such a strong bond with Elena and she didn’t know if she could do it over again with this girl Ashley was talking about.

Not to mention that Homelander is a jealous prick even though Maeve and him aren’t together, he’ll cause her life a living hell and this girl as well. Maeve didn’t know if she could bring this random superhero into this already heated up drama.

“You know what Homelander is like,” Maeve muttered knowing that he could be listening at any moment and barge through the door. “You know what he might do to this girl and you want to bring her into this,” She questions.

“Trust me he won’t do anything,” Ashley reassured Maeve. “And plus I think this girl can handle her own,” She says.

“Who is the girl anyway,” Maeve asked, as she was piqued with curiosity. There weren’t many openly gay superheroes and she doesn’t have enough willpower to recognize all of them or she just wasn’t interested.

“Oh it’s The Traveler,” Ashley whispered and Maeve nodded. She’s heard of you, of course, you were one of the few lesbian superpowers. She knows that you can travel between time and make portals to travel place to place.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Maeve's head snapped towards the direction and Ashley said, “Come in,” and you came through the door.

You walked through the door and Maeve couldn’t deny that you were a beautiful woman. You were dressed in your superhero costume, a black skirt and a black leotard for a top and leather jacket to cover it. There were purple gems glittering all over your outfit and the end of the outfit was topped with some black boots.

“Can you hurry up Ashley I don’t have all fucking day,” You snap as come to walk next to Maeve without even giving her a glance.

“I know you probably heard that Queen Maeve here is now part of the LGBTQ+ community and we wanted to make something good out of it,” Ashley told you and you rolled your eyes.

You had great sympathy for Maeve as she was outed on public’s television at the hands of Homelander and if you were in her position you would have never worked with a man as vile as he is. But you understood that getting out of the Seven and getting out of Homelanders sight is a hard thing to do.

Plus she wasn’t hard on the eyes.

“You mean you want to capitalize on her sexuality,” You say, letting your arms fall to your sides. It wasn’t surprising since it was what they do to you all the time. Having you do commercials for Vought as one of the lesbian superheroes. It was especially hard during pride month where they used you for monetary gain, having you speak at conventions and on talk shows about how you were so proud of your sexuailtiy and you were but you hated how they took advantage of you. But hey at least they pay you graciously.

Maeve looked at you covering her surprised face with her usual hard shell. You were right, they were just going to use her and bleed her dry until she was just a shell of her old self, as if she wasn’t already.

“You know that’s what I mean,” Ashley defended herself and you let out a huff when she said those words.

“Do we even have a choice,” Maeve questioned and you nodded alongside her. You were curious if you could even say no to Vought.

“Yes of course you do,” Ashley says.

“I guess I‘ll do it,” You muttered looking at the ground at your boot-covered feet.

“Maeve,” Ashley questioned, her tone dropped to a more serious tone.

“Whatever,” Maeve responded in her bitter tone and you understood it all too well. You were just like her when you came out and Vought used you, and plus she was a part of the Seven, she’d be more valuable and by proxy more profitable.

“Then it’s settled we’ll have the both of you post something to your social media about how you two were in a secret relationship and decided to be out as a couple in the public,” Ashely says, her eyes back on the iPad she had and her tone more happier.

Maeve rolled her eyes at the ‘decided to be out as a couple in the public’. Homelander outed her on fucking live television there was option as coming out but she swallowed her words as she always did with Vought. She didn’t like it but it was something she was used to and something she was starting to hate more and more.

You on the other hand were looking at her with sympathy, being outed sucks and you knew this. When you were younger your friends decided to out you as lesbian so you understood to an extent. She was outed on live television where most people watched and now everyone knew.

Letting out a sigh you look at the ceiling getting ready for the shit storm Vought was about to do and how they were going to get money out of it.

It’s been a few weeks since the ‘relationship’ between you and Maeve went public and least to say people loved it. Not the conservatives and the bigots who thought that the LGBTQ commiunity is infecting the youth. But you and Maeve were the number one trending Supe ship.

After the social media post went up the two of you went on talk shows and talked about how you were excited to finally be out and proud.

Obviously not meaning any of the words either of you said. It was just Vought scripts that were as lifeless as a corpse. Nor you or Maeve didn’t believe any of the shit Vought told you to say because you two weren’t in love. At least not yet.

The two of you got along well and you could tell that Maeve was closed off to you and you weren’t mad, you were closed off as well. But when you two did speak it was only for a few moments and it tended to be more awkward than anything, but you had a mutual respect for each other and that was all that you needed.

Maeve on the other hand didn’t want to get you hurt, you seemed like a nice person and you didn’t deserve the wrath that Homelander held, her on the other she felt like she deserved. You didn’t. So if she kept her distance with you unless the two of you were expected to show up somewhere or public dates the two of you go on.

To be completely honest Maeve was starting to like you, you were cute, you made jokes that made her stifle a laugh and that was more of a reason to distance herself. She couldn't get you involved her fucked up mess. She didn’t know if you liked her but you liked her enough to make small talk and to seek her out and ask her about her day. Even if you didn't, she needed to do what was right.

She couldn’t do that to you even though she was finding herself more and more into it, the more she found out the more she was interested. The more she was in this ‘relationship’ was way more comforting than the one she had with Homelander and deep down she was loving every second she had with you. But she would get a happy ending with you or with anyone.

The two of you enter an elevator after a long day of work, going out and stopping criminals and least to say the both of you were tired.

“God this day was really tiring,” You mutter leaning against the wall of the elevator.

“You can say that twice,” Maeve muttered, crossing her arms across her chest looking down at the elevator floor.

“Is it getting any better,” You blurted out the question that you've been wanting to ask her but didn’t want to be too intrusive.

“Is what getting any better,” Maeve questions even though she knew what you were talking about.

“Believe it or not I know how you feel with the whole outing situation but I can’t imagine what you’re going through, especially since Homelander did that to you. But all I know is after I was outed it took me a while to get comfortable in my own skin,” You say and Maeve does her best not to react to his name being brought up. She sure as hell knows that he’s probably listening so she’s going to have to be herself.

“Things are….. better,” Maeve says with uncertainty in her tone and you gave her a look of pity knowing that she was lying.

She had her walls built up higher than you can ever imagine and you wanted to help her break those walls down, so that she could look at herself and see what you see. A beautiful strong woman. You felt your heart start to race as it usually did when you were alone with her.

“Hey,” You say, approaching her and putting your hand on her upper arm and she tenses as you do so but she’s not willing to admit that your touch caused some sparks to go up her spine. “Just so you know if you need anything from me, or just to talk I’m always here for you, just because Vought is making us do this doesn’t mean I don’t care and talking about it really does help. So just remember that, any time of the day you need something, don't be afraid to knock on my door,” You say with a soft tone that almost made her melt, that almost made her just say screw it and kiss you but she held back.

“Thanks, right back at you,” Maeve says and you give her a soft smile before removing your hand.

“I’m gonna need to take something before I go and see Ashely because she is getting on my fucking nerves,” You say to break the tension.

“Trust me you’re gonna need a lot more of anything you have,” Maeve snorts and you let out a small giggle.

“I know and I’m hoping that she’s either too tired to talk too much or just is gone at her home because I can’t wait to go home and finally get some rest,” You say, resting your head against the hard wall.

“Or maybe she’s just getting fucked and even then she might be even grouchier,” Maeve blurts out.

“Maybe, just maybe she finds the love of her life and decides to just quit but hey dreamers can dream,” You shrug your shoulders with a slight eye roll.

“Cheers to that,” Maeve gives you a nod.

The elevator finally reaches level 99 and the two of you walk out and prepare to go your separate ways, no matter how much the two of you want to stay and talk the night away.

“See you tomorrow,” You give her a wave before heading to Ashley's office, getting ready for everything she has to say to you.

“Bye,” Maeve gives you an awkward wave as you turn around and she curses herself and shakes her head.

God she was so awkward with this, with someone she actually liked, not guys she brought up her to just fuck and to get her mind off everything. You were different and she was using all of herself to not just say screw it and try it with you. Because he would always be there and taunting her.

“See you two are getting along,” Homelander says walking up to stand next to Maeve.

Speak of the fucking devil.

“What do you want,” Maeve questioned, her hands turning into fists beside her. She did not want to deal with him right now, she didn’t want to deal with his condescending tone and him just bothering her when she didn’t want it.

“What I can’t see if my teammate is doing well in her relationship,” Homelander says feigning hurt and Maeve rolled her eyes at that. He didn’t feel hurt, he was just upset that he didn’t have her anymore.

“Why the fuck do you care, you and I both know that you’re not hurt by that, you were the who practically had it happen,” Maeve commented, telling the truth. If he didn’t out her, she wouldn’t be in this relationship with you, hell she might not even know who the fuck you are.

“That is true but is it so hard to believe that I hope you two are happy, that you guys happen to be just like the two of us. Starting out fake and ending up in a real relationship,” Homelander says putting his hands behind his back and Maeve had to bite her tongue so she wouldn’t tell him how much she fucking despised him.

“Just leave her the fuck alone please,” Maeve says her tone with an underlining of fear. Fear for you.

“Why would you think I want to hurt her? If anything I might thank her for making you happy, and who knows we all might be friends in the end if things work out right,” Homelander calmly says and Maeve could hear the subtle threat. Even if he wasn’t outright threatening you, she knew something would happen to you if she didn’t do something to protect you. Staying away was out of the question. She needed to make sure you were okay.

“Plus, you seem really comfortable with her, especially with that talk you guys just had,” Homelander says with a grin. Maeve could swear she felt her heart stop but she kept a straight face. “Hopefully she knows what she's in for when she signed up for this, literally,” He chuckles.

“Whatever, can you please just leave me alone,” Maeve snapped and Homelander gave her a shocked and surprised look.

“You know you might want to keep your eye on her, I mean who knows what could happen to her, especially at night,” Homelander says with a cryptic tone as his shoulders tense before he leaves.

Once Maeve made it to her penthouse she finally let out a breath of air that she’s been holding. She knew that he wouldn’t out right kill you right now, so she had some time to get a game plan. She had to protect you. No matter what it took.

Taking a swig of her whiskey she took a seat on her couch as her shoulders slouched with tiredness and stress. Besides everything she couldn’t wait to see you, no matter when.

It’s been a few days since that day in the elevator, but you don’t know what’s changed in Maeve. She’s been more into talking to you and you can’t say you’re upset. She’s been more of a comfort, and you loved that.

But she’s been flirting with you at least more outwardly.

You can’t lie when you say that you've been loving it. Ever since this relationship started a few weeks ago you’ve been trying to talk to her and now she’s actually talking to you. Whatever changed in her you loved it.

She’s also been very sad whenever you have to leave, whether it was to go to work somewhere else or go home. She always looked a bit upset and you didn’t know why, it couldn’t be she’d miss your presence. At least you didn’t think so.

But you've always reassured her that you’d be back whether it's the next day or a few hours from then. She seemed to like the reassurance you gave her and you’ve been using that so she doesn’t get so sad, upset, or hurt when you leave. It sometimes left you up at night wondering if she was just lonely or she acutely did like you.

On the other side of the fence Maeve has been keeping her eye on you after Homelander not so subtly threatened you. And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy flirting with you. Even though it’s been a while since she has flirted, you seemed to enjoy whatever line she threw your way based on the shy smile you’d give her, or the tiny laugh.

Even though she enjoyed flirting, she’s been getting more and more clingy due to Homelanders eye now being on you. Asking you if you were going to be okay, or when you’re going to be back and you’ve always reassured her that you would be back and you were fine.

It helped but it didn’t help the thought that you may be dead the next day and when you walked in the room with your signature smile she felt herself relax. What usually helped her get through the night is alcohol but she hated drinking that shit even though it helped her clear her head.

On this particular night, Maeve sat down on her couch trying to just watch tv but her thoughts kept coming back to you. If you were okay and if you were, what were you doing? It was only 11 at night so you wouldn’t be doing much and she hasn’t had any alcohol today. So nothing stopped her when she stripped herself out of her costume and into some jeans and a flannel t-shirt.

Looking in the mirror she cringed a little, it’s been a while since she’s been in casual clothes.

Putting her hair into a ponytail and then she shook it out trying to figure out what to do with it. She decided to just leave it down and put some sunglasses on to make sure no one recognized it was her, people were probably already asleep or in their homes so hopefully they didn’t recognize her.

Walking out of the Vought tower she looked around to make sure no one knew her or even worse, if Homelander was following her. He’s been in and out of it recently so she hoped he set his eyes on something else.

She walked in the direction of the Vought owned apartment building where you lived. You told her where you lived, if she needed to see you or if she just wanted to talk.

In this particular moment she just needed some comfort, whether it be talking or just being in the same room as you. Anything would do, if she were there, she would be able to make sure to keep you safe. At least try.

Standing in front of the door she raised her hesitantly and stopped trying to control her racing heart, but she took a deep breath as she knocked on the door and took a step back waiting for you to answer it and took her sunglasses off as well.

No going back now.

At first she was worried that you weren’t there, or worse that you were just dead because you weren’t answering the door but she felt her shoulders drop as soon as she heard you walking to the door.

Once you opened you were surprised to see Maeve standing there, especially in casual clothes since you’ve never seen her in anything else. But you saw her give you an awkward smile and you licked your lips before deciding to say something.

“Maeve what’s wrong,” You question, clearing your throat moving out of the way so she could come into the apartment. Luckily you were still awake because you were about to go to sleep, she probably knew due to you wearing sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted to come over since you always said I could if I needed to,” Maeve awkwardly rambled as she entered the room and you closed the door behind her.

“Don’t worry I wasn’t asleep yet, I was about to but you got here just in time,” You reassured her standing in front of her.

“I just needed to talk to you, or to just be here next to you,” She says while shaking her head as she feels her body finally relax. You were safe.

“Oh well, I’m glad you did, I did say you were welcome here anytime,” You give her a cheeky smile making your way into the kitchen. “Want some water, or any other beverage,” You questioned.

“Water is okay,” Maeve answers, scratching the back of her head as she makes her way to sit on your couch. Your apartment was very homey, nothing like the lifelessness of her penthouse back at the tower. This place made her feel safe, like she could just live here with you.

“Okay here you go,” You say, giving her the glass of water before sitting down on the couch next to her leaning against the cushion and facing your body so that you were looking at her. “Since you are here, do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you or do you want to just watch tv, that’d be fine as well,” You question not wanting to feel too pushy.

“Let’s just talk,” Maeve softly replies before turning her body to look at you as well. It was pretty dark but not dark enough to see that Maeve looked really happy and that made you feel good.

“What do you suggest,” You ask, contorting your body so that one leg was under you.

“Uh what do you do besides being a superhero that works with Vought, or is this your full time job like me,” She asks.

“Well I do like to volunteer on my own time, without any cameras to talk to kids in children's hospitals, I just feel like Vought would just use that to monetize it so I just kept it to my spare time,” You answer looking down at your lap.

“Wow, so you're just a real superhero,” Maeve says, looking at you with adoration. She always wanted to be a hero and when she started, she felt like it, she really wanted to help people but Vought ruined it like they always do and soon she was just another person they could get money from.

“Well so are you, I mean you’re Queen Maeve for fucking sake, you make a difference even if you weren’t out in the front line,” You chuckle.

“I don’t think I do,” Maeve answers with a tiny cringe. She wishes that she was everything you said about her but she wasn’t and that just made her heart almost stop.

“Come on, you’re an inspiration to little girls all around the world and now you’re probably helping a lot of kids come to terms with their sexuality and trust me I wish I had someone like you to look up to when I was growing up,” You say, your tone full of happiness.

“I don’t see it,” Maeve laughs, taking a swig of her water.

“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you,” You muse looking at her with such warmth that would make her feel like the only person in the world. You put your hand on her arm giving a smile caress.

“Vought just fucking sucks,” Maeve remarked and you give her small nod.

“That is true, I mean I’m only doing it for the money now,” You say with contempt. “It’s just another greedy corporation that doesn’t care about anything they say it does.”

“It just feels like I’m projecting this persona and no one knows the real me, with all the fucking scripts and talk show interviews, its just fucking tiring,” Maeve sighs, resting one of her hands on your knee just taking in the comfort you’re offering her. “It’s just one thing after another they want you to do and it’s never enough.”

“That’s true nothing will ever be enough for fucking greedy companies like Vought, but you knows what helps me,” You say leaning in a bit.

“What,” Maeve questions, using her thumb to rub figure eights on your knee as she unconsciously starts to move it a little higher.

“Knowing that someone out there, no matter who they are, and they need inspiration and we can give them that, even if it’s just to stand up to their fucking boss or kick a guy in his balls if he can’t take fucking no for an answer. People who just look up to us and know that we make that difference, I know it sounds kind of stupid but it really does help me sleep better at night,” You say knowing the stories your fans have told you, about how much you helped them.

Meanwhile Maeves had started to give your leg some goosebumps. You were already a bit hot and bothered due to her just being her and now she was teasing you.

“That makes sense, I just wish I could look through those lenses,” Maeve lets out a tiny giggle.

“I hoped that helped you though, because I totally see where you’re coming from,” You say with a bit of worry.

“Don’t worry you totally helped me, you just being here and listening to me helped me,” Maeve reassured you, giving her hand a squeeze on your thigh, she moved a bit closer to you as you felt your heart start to race a bit. “Can I uh try something,” She asked with a laugh.

“Of course, anything,” You say with a swallow.

Maeve leaned in closer til she pressed her lips to yours and you put your hand on her cheek and moved your lips along hers. It’s been a while since you’ve even liked someone so kissing someone felt like eons ago.

But it felt good kissing her and her hand lightly caressing your thigh as she kissed you hard and slipped her tongue in your mouth after you lost the battle of dominance. You moaned into her mouth as she started to trail kisses down your neck and started to suck a bruise on your clavicle.

You moaned as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter by the second and the only sound you could hear in the apartment was her heavy breathing and your moans.

“Where’s your room,” Maeve muttered the question as she started to trail kisses up your neck and right below your ear and started to make another hickey right there.

“Uh,” You began to say but moaned when she found your sweet spot on your neck. “It’s straight down the hall,” You say as you clear your throat.

Maeve then surprised you with your strength (which you shouldn’t be really surprised) and picked you up so your legs were wrapped around her waist as the two of you kept kissing as she made her way to your room. Her hand was on your ass and started to gently squeeze, making you moan into her mouth again.

She finally got your door open and walked to your bed and gently put you on the bed but not leaving you alone for a while as she made her way on top of you and started to kiss you again.

Your hands found their way into her long red hair as she ran her hands up and down your thighs which made you sigh into her mouth as her tongue started to explore what felt like every inch of your mouth. You started to grind up into her hips trying to get some friction you most desperately needed even though you were still in the confines of your shorts.

Making her way down your neck she started to pepper kisses along your chest and got frustrated when your shirt got in the way. She moved her hands to the hem of your shirt and you leaned up a little so she could pull it off you. She gave your chest a look of adoration before she started to trail kisses and started to leave hickeys along your chest.

You were letting out little whines and whimpers due to the fact that you felt like your pussy was getting more and more wet each time she kissed your body.

Her mouth finally made its way to your nipple and wrapped her plump lips around the tiny bud that was already hard due to it being a bit chilly. You moaned and arched your back a bit when she began to suck your nipple and you started to grind harder and harder against her own hips.

Moving away Maeve unbuttoned her own shirt and threw it to the side to where your shirt laid. You didn’t even have a little time to stare at her chest before she started to kiss down your stomach and around your belly button and started to toy with the strings of your shorts.

“Please,” You moaned as her hands moved down to your upper thighs and squeezed a bit harder but it definitely didn’t hurt you.

“Please what,” Maeve said with a cheeky tone that almost made you explode into pieces.

“Just touch me please,” You begged, jutting your hips up trying to get more friction on your pussy as you felt yourself get more and more wet if that was even possible.

Her hands made their way to your hips and pressed them down to the bed so you couldn’t move your hips and you let out a whine at that. You felt like you were about to burst into pieces.

“Just relax and have some patience sweetheart,” Maeve said with a sultry tone that made you whimper.

You nodded and decided to relax against the pillow which made Maeve give you a little smile. She moved back to your lower stomach and returned to kissing your body and you closed your eyes and let out tiny moans whenever she decided to give you a little nip.

Once she decided she was done with teasing you which felt like an eternity, she pulled down the shorts and let out a little laugh when she saw that you weren’t wearing any panties. While you moaned as the cool air came into contact with your wet pussy.

“God you are so fucking hot,” Maeve cursed as she moved down little and started to tease your inner thighs and decided to resume her kissing as she slowly made her way up.

You moaned as she sucked another hickey right above your aching clit that was throbbing. Her hands were still on your hips so that you could grind your hips up and that level of strength she held made your insides heat up. She chuckled against your skin as she felt you try to but she didn’t let up.

Once she did decide to take mercy upon you and press a gentle kiss to your kiss, you let out a tiny moan due to the sensitivity. She dragged her tongue along your wet folds, that made you moan and squeeze the blanket that you were laying on and your hand turned into fist.

Her tongue started doing wonders as she ran it up and down your folds multiple times and went up to your clit and your hips stuttered a bit when she wrapped her lips around your clit and started to softly suck on the soft nub.

“Maeve,” You moaned louder this time, that your neighbors might hear you.

Meanwhile Maeve had her thoughts clear of Homelander once you started moaning and she already adored the way she could make you melt with a couple kisses and touches.

Due to her teasing you, you could already feel your organsm rising and you would feel a bit embarrassed but Maeve seemed to know and started to suck harder and her mouth left your clit once which made you whine a bit but was quickly reassured when she ran her tongue up your folds and sucked your clit harder this time. She ran her tongue all around the little nub that she could feel throbbing.

“Maeve, I’m about too-,” You say your voice a little high pitched.

Maeve gave your hips a squeeze and nodded her head in reassurance without removing her lips from the tender muscle. So you just let your body do your thing and you let out strings of moans and yelps as Maeve started to suck faster and harder and with another single suck you let out a loud moan as you came all over her tongue.

Even though you felt like you blacked out, you could feel Maeve dip her tongue into your folds, deciding to clean up your release and moaning at the taste of you. You winced at the overstimulation and put your hand on her arm tugging her back up and luckily she did.

You could taste yourself on her mouth as she started to kiss you again and your hands started to move to her hips wanting to return the favor.

“Come on, take your pants off and let me help you,” You mutter against her lips, which makes her moan into your mouth. She nodded against your lips.

Once she got her pants and panties off and she returned to kissing you, your hands made their way to her hips again and started to move around to her thighs. But deciding that she still wanted to be in control she moved her hands to yours and put them to the sides and gave them a squeeze which made you moan into her mouth.

“I just want to help you like you helped me,” You whimper against her lips.

“I know but just trust me with this,” Maeve muttered moving her lips from yours.

The next thing you knew you felt her grinding her pussy on top of yours and her clit dragging across yours. You moaned but that was quieted once she decided to stick her tongue down your throat again.

You weren’t complaining.

Her grinding didn’t stop or show any hesitance as she felt her own release start to rise. Her clit throbbed against yours as she felt the knot in her stomach start to tighten even more. And due to the fact that she’s been wet ever since she kissed you it didn’t even take one more thrust before she came against your pussy with a strained moan of your name.

You smiled against her lips and kissed her neck and shoulder as she came down from her own release.

Once she felt legs stop shaking Maeve pulled the blankets over both of your nude bodies and wrapped her arms around and rested her head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Feel better,” You quested drawing random things on the arm that was wrapped around your waist. You felt her chuckle against your neck and pepper a few kisses below your ear.

“Feel amazing,” Maeve whispered in your ear which made you let out an airy giggle.

“Well I’m glad I could help,” You laugh as you put your hand on top of hers.

“You definitely did more than help,” Maeve says as her eyes look over your nude form. Even though she couldn’t see much she saw something that made her let out a giggle.

“What are you laughing at,” You smile, twisting your body a bit so you could get a better look at her. But you had to admit a smile looked amazing on her.

“I just wanted to apologize,” Maeve says between little laughs.

“For what and you don’t seem sorry for whatever it is,” You laugh along with her.

“I just wanted to say sorry for the bruises,” Maeve sheepishly says and you look down to your hips and you could feel yourself already get more wet by looking at them.

“No need to say sorry, It’s kinda hot,” You say with a smirk.

“You dirty dog,” Maeve laughs, resting her head on the pillow.

“Says you,” You laugh and for what feels like ages you finally feel happy.

#queen maeve x reader #queen maeve x you #queen maeve x oc #queen maeve #queen maeve smut #queen maeve headcannon #queen maeve gif #queen maeve oneshot #queen maeve gifs #the boys x reader #the boys x oc #the boys x y/n #the boys x you #the boys smut #the boys headcanons #the boys imagine #the boys oneshot #the boys

[shadowhandss60]

Lol Manorian is a joke. AND Dorian is still referring to Sorchia as “the woman he loves” in Kingdom of Ash. SJM clearly tried very hard to put Manorian together but she didn’t succeed because she didn’t even give them an actual relationship storyline beside an unnecessary amount of smut.

Sorry you feel that way, I disagree (big shocker there) lol

Indeed he does, context is important though. I know literary comprehension isn’t everyone’s forte, so I’ll make it simple for you :)

It’s when he’s tricking Maeve in Morath when she asks him why he would risk his other alliances and friendships. “The woman I love is dead, my Kingdomis in ruin, what do I have to lose?”

He’s planning this entire time to trick Maeve, thus why he put on the “courtier’s face”, why he is nonchalant about his relationship with Manon, and why he speaks of his friendship with Aelin as if it’s nothing and is willing to stand against her for his own personal gain. Which we know isn’t true.

In the beginning of KoA he talks of how beautiful Manon is and wonders when it won’t feel like a betrayal to think so, and he learns of that time when he talks to Kaltain and sees Manon when he thinks of his future and being happy.

He can still grieve and be hurting. A part of him will likely always love her, like a part of Aelin will always love Sam.

Starting to find love in another doesn’t negate what he once felt, and it’s pretty clear what he wants in the future when he “wants only one witch to be his queen”and thinks “You, only you.” When Manon asks him what he wants 🤷🏽‍♀️

(Also what unnecessary smut? They have 3 s*x scenes and 2 are almost completely fade to black 😂)

#someone’s hating with so few notes #feel free to dislike what you want #I’m sure there’s plenty that agree with you but considering they’re the second most popular ship in the series it makes no difference to me #throne of glass #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian #sjm universe #manon x dorian #sarah j maas #Sorscha and Dorian #Dorian x sorscha #kingdom of ash #asks

[jessjad]

A very happy Halloween

Summary: Y/N friend takes her to a Halloweenparty. Not what she wanted to do this evening. And on top of it, she puts Y/N in a costume that's totally out of her comfort zone. But she would've never guessed how this night would end.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Warnings: Annoyance, some body insecuritys, typical Ben (yes, he get's his own warning), Smut: 18+ only!

Word count: 2247

A/N: I had this idea in mind because we all love this grumpy 'ol gramps very much. And I've read so many great storys in the last time. Especially @zepskies awesome little excursion into this world got me inspired. So, do yourself a favor and go check it out here. And since october is almost over and I looove october, the setting was really fitting to me. Like a little halloween treat for you guys. 😊 Let me know what you think.

Y/N had enough. This whole evening was not going as she had planed. Normally by now she would be laying on her couch with a cozy blanket, drinking a warm cider and watching some halloween classics on Netflix. A spooky evening at home, by herself. That's what she had invisioned and now her best friend Caroline had brought her to this lame party for "fun". But it was not fun, it was dragging.

The house was big and fancy. It looked like one of those somenone rich would inherit just for status purposes, but actually noone really stayed there. A lot of empty bedrooms and nothing more. Y/N wasn't quite sure how her friend even got invited to this, but here they were. And not just them, many other people too. Some of them seemd familiar, but Y/N couldn't quiet put her finger on it. Caroline had excused herself ten minutes after they arrived and was now sitting by the improvised bar with a guy in a sausage costume, making out.

Maybe Y/N should just leave. The music was horrible and she hated her own costume. Sitting on the couch alone for what felt like an eternity, it seemed like everyone was staring at her. She downed her drink and started to feel her anxiety fade a little, but Y/N still felt very out there and cought people looking. Coming to this party was basically a last minute thing, so there were not a lot of choices what she could've be wearing. And with Car leading this operation she had almost no say in this. Eventhough she tried, hard.

"I can't wear this, Car." Y/N protested after her first look at the costume her friend had brought with.

"Of course you can! It's THE best costume for you."

The brownhaired woman took it into her own hands and held it infront of Y/N.

"C'mon, Y/N. You love black!"

"But this..." Y/N gestured wildly to the piece of fabric infront of her. "... is a jumpsuit! I don't have the body to be wearing something like this."

"Of course you can! Your curves are just right for this. C'mon, try it on." Caroline hushed her into the bedroom.

"No, no, no, no. YOU have the right curves, Car. You look beautiful in almost everything you wear." And it was true. Y/N loved her friend and she was beautiful. Her Queen Maeve costume looked just right. "I have just a little to much from everything."

"No, you don't. Sometimes I wish I had a little more of you..." and Y/N saw in her friends eyes that she really meant it. "Now, stop trying to talk your way out of it. Get dressed."

The jumpsuit fitted but Y/N still didn't feel comfortable. "I'll have to peel myself completly out of it if I wanna use the bathroom."

"That's not a bad thing, if you don't have to do it yourself." Caroline giggled.

"That's not funny." but Y/N still had to smile. "I don't fell comfortable in this. Can I not just stay at home?"

"We're gonna have fun, Y/N. Why are you fighting this so much?" Car asked. "Is it because of Roy?"

"Caroline..." Y/n didn't wanna talk about her ex, but her friend knew what was actually wrong.

"Why do you still think about what that asshat had to say? He was wrong and did not deserve you. And now..." Caroline squeezed her arms and smiled. "...we will have a really fun night. Let's go."

But this wasn't fun at all. In the corner of her eye she saw a man approaching her. It wasn't the first time this evening, but she really didn't wanna have another weird encounter. Y/N stood up and was about to leave as the guy in the crappy Homelander costume caught up to her.

"Hey, hey... don't leave."

"I need to find my friend, so..." Y/N turned around, but the man grabbed her arm.

"C'mon, don't be like that. It seems like you need someone who can carry some weight and as you see... I'm Homelander. So, why not..."

"No." Y/N cut him off and freed her arm. This was really the worst she heard tonight.

"We're gonna have a really good time..." he made attempts to grab her arm again but didn't get far with it.

"I think she said no." a dark voice came from behind her.

Sighing internally Y/N turned around to face the other man the same way, but as soon as she laid eyes on him, her mind went blank. Tall, broad shoulders and a devilish grin on his handsome face.

"Are... are you really Soldier Boy?" Y/N full attention now on him.

"Ah, man! C'mon, I was making my move here." complained the poor man's Homelander behind them, but the Supe was quick to answer.

"Put your beardsplitter away and fuck off before I forget myself." The look he gave the other man left no room for a protest and seconds later they were alone.

"But to answer your question: Yes, I am." with a charming smile he gave Y/N his full attention now." But for you, it's Ben."

"Oh, wow. I mean... what are you doing here?"

"Looking for some fun... So, you wanna have a drink with me?" Ben was already heading to the bar, so very sure of himself that her hesitance irritated him a little.

"Wait, wait! Just... just to be clear." Y/N gleamed at him and he smiled. "You're really THE Supe?"

Ben saw the hopeful glance in her eyes and he puffed his chest out a little more. "The one and only, yeah."

"That means... you're just like all the others?"

Ben saw the shift in her eyes and it got him a little confused. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I just know all to well how your kind is. Ruthless, brutal, not caring about us 'normal' people?" Y/N's tone got a little sharper and the awe in her eyes got replaced by a hard look.

"Hang on a minute..." Ben's brows furrowed, but the woman in front of him wasn't done.

"And now all of you don't even care anymore and kill in the middle of the street at broad daylight!"

"I didn't kill anyone!" Ben boomed over her outburst.

Y/N ignored it and kept talking. "You are all so self-assured, you feel like gods and think you are invulnerable. But I'm not falling for that! SO, why would I drink something with you? You didn't even care to ask for my name!"

"Y/N!"

Carolines voice called out for her and before she could respond, her friend was at her side, Mr. Sausage right behind her. Y/N wasn't sure if she was happy or sad about it.

"I was looking for you everywhere!"

"I didn't move in the last hour..." Y/N answered, but Caroline didn't seem to hear it. Ben on the other hand did.

"But I see you already have company. That's good. MIke and I thought it would be fun to have some shots together. C'mon! And your handsome stranger can join us if he wants."

"No, he does not..." Y/N stared hateful at the tall man, but he just grinned and flexed his hands infront of her.

"I would love to join. Or else I need to find somethings else to do."

There was no need for him to explain what that might be. The unspoken threat in his eyes was all it took for Y/N to swallow hard and keep her mouth shut. And within seconds Ben knew he had won.

"Well, that's something we definitely cannot let happen. Right, Y/N?" Car winked at her friend and gave Mr. Sausage a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Let's go." chimed Ben in and laid his arm around Y/N shoulders, but the grip his hand had on her upper arm was just hard enough for her to know that there was no escaping this.

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N whispered to Ben.

"Because it's fun, doll." And one look at his face showed Y/N just how much fun he had.

A moment later all four of them were standing at the bar, Ben's arm still securly around Y/N's shoulders. She should've been threatened by it, but in a weird way Y/N felt safe for the first time this evening. Maybe he influenced her mind in some way. After all nobody could really tell what all his powers contained.

"Okay...." Caroline announced and handed out for small glasses. "...now we let this party really getting started.

Four beers and many many shots later Y/N felt herself pressed against the door from the inside of an actually closed bedroom upstairs. Ben was keeping her level with his body whilst his hand roamed her curves and he sucked at the skin on her neck.

She had no idea how or when it happend, but at some point they started to have a really good time. The supe told entertaining storys and made all of them laugh. The alcohol did probably the rest and now here they were. Pressing against eachother and moaning into the other's ear.

"I can't believe this is really happennig." she panthed as she closed her legs around his waist.

"You should believe it, doll. I'm gonna make you feel so good."

His rough voice dripped with pleasure and Y/N's body started to shiver. Oh, she had no doubt about that. With her hands carding through his hair she tried to pull him impossibly closer. But when she heard fabric ripping, Y/N started to protest.

"No, Ben! Don't rip it! I need to wear it again in the morning."

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll peel you out of it, bit by bit."

And that he did. It took a little time but eventually he had her infront of him, just in her underwear. Ben let go of her and walked back until his legs hit the mattress. He sat himself down and checked her out, from head to toe. That's when Y/N's mind cleared a little and she started to get nervous. In the jumpsuit her body was fitted snuckly but now, without the support of the fabric, she was reminded of her imperfect body and looked to the floor.

A zipper being opened pulled her eyes back to the man who was sitting on the bed. His stare was lustblown and he had freed his dick to pleasure himself as he watched her. With this sight her core started to clench around nothing.

"C'mere" Ben rasped and Y/N smiled at him.

"Only if it's fair." With a now leisure smile she pointed at herself and than at him.

Ben didn't respond. He only got up and within seconds his suit was laying on the floor. Y/N mouth gaped a little after he was standing before her in his naked glory. Hard muscles, a toned body and a cock that made her mouth water. Y/N knew it was wrong, so wrong, but in this moment she did not care. Ben was palming himself again as he beckoned her over to him and now she followed his order.

With a fast move Y/N found herself on the bed and Ben didn't waist any time to hover over her. His mouth searched hers again with a searing kiss that was raw, intense and just tongue and teeth. They both found their rhythm very fast and Ben explored every inch of Y/N's body. Her head started to swim with all these new sensations and when the supe found her mouth again, she could feel his dick pressing to her core.

"Hurry up!" she moaned and closed her legs around his waist again.

"So eager." Ben chuckled and dragged his cock through her wet folds. "All you women just learned how do open a bottle by yourself and now you're thinking you can order us men around."

"I'm just gonna ignore what you just said."

And with these last words thrusted Ben forward and buried himself in her soft heat. A deep moan escaped Y/N and she felt the slight burn. It was a tight fit and Ben gave her a moment to relax. His hand found her clit and he began to rub slow circles. They kissed again and when Y/N's first orgasm hit, she couldn't keep quiet. Ben observed her and he liked the way she came undone.

When Y/N slowly came down from her high Ben started to move. Slowly at first, but he picked up his speed shortly after. Her hands found his asscheeks and she knead them. She felt so incredibly full and her moans became louder again. The pressure inside of Y/N came back and Ben could sense it. He pushed his hands underneath her hips and lifted her a little.

"Oh god... you're so deep!" she gasped and her arms found their way around his neck.

In this new position it didn't take long for both to climp over the edge. Y/N fell first, even harder and more intense than before. Ben followed just a few seconds later and helt himself still balls deep insight her and spilled his seed to every last drop. The bliss that followed afterwards made her sigh in content. Y/N felt exhausted in a good way. Ben let himself fall beside her.

"I told you I'd make you feel good." he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... whatever." Y/N answered. "With all the alcohol we drank I probably won't remember anything in the morning."

A/N: Aaand, done. 🤭 What do we think? I actually feel this has potential for a miniseries. With some glimpses into Ben's mind, maybe? I mean, they could be an explosive mixture. 🤔

You can check it out here.

@lyarr24

#soldier boy #the boys amazon #fanfiction #jensen ackles #halloween

[a-small-safe-place]

Welcome to a safe place!

I love to write but I’m fairly new to posting my work. I write yandere and regular content. I also write romantic and platonic content. I’m not great at writing smut. I will not write romantic content for underage characters.

If a story title says “Character X Reader” it’s romantic.

If a story title says “Character w/ Reader” it’s platonic.

My favorite thing to write about right now is The Boys! However, I also write fanfics and headcannons for:

Hannibal

Twilight

Harry Potter

DC

Marvel

MHA

I have not written for all of these but I certainly plan to 😁

Masterlist:

Hannibal

New Addition (Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader)

The Boys

She Likes a Boy, and I’m not a Boy. (Queen Maeve x Fem!Reader)

His Haven Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 (Homelander x Psychiatrist!Reader)

Building a Family (Homelander x SingleMom!Reader)

Soft!Yandere Black Noir w/ Spouse!Reader

Twilight

Then, Nothing. (Yandere Cullen family)

Platonic Yandere Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen w/ Adopted!Baby!Reader

Harry Potter

Yandere Severus Snape x Potter!Reader

Platonic Yandere Tom Riddle w/ AdoptedSister!Reader

[venus-haze]

I’m Battie (she/her), in my 20s, and I write fanfic🦇 I’ll expand this masterlist as I post more, but since I write explicit content, please do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18. Do not interact if you post ED/thinspo content.

Many of my fics have dark themes, and I include detailed warnings for each one. Please read the warnings carefully before deciding whether you want to engage with the fic. If you feel there is a warning I should have included for a fic, please let me know and I’ll add it. I do not condone the behavior depicted in the yandere/dark fics in real life. These are works of fiction.

You can find most of these fics on my AO3 also.

THE BOYS MASTERLIST

Black Noir

Under My Skin (gender neutral supe!reader, fluff)

Homelander

My Destruction Is an Hour Late (female reader, dubious consent, smut)

Baby Let's Play House (female reader, dubious consent, yandere elements, smut)

Love Is a Ring on the Telephone (gender neutral reader, fluff)

Got No Reason To Run (female supervillain!reader, noncon in the context of a fantasy)

Dawn Patrol (gender neutral supe!reader, dark/mature themes)

Lay All Your Love on Me (gender neutral reader, fluff, dark themes)

You're My Best Friend (gender neutral reader, dark themes)

No Other Gods Before Me (gender neutral supe!reader, dark themes)

Headcanons

Secret Identity!Homelander (gender neutral reader, dark themes)

Being Homelander's archenemy (female supervillain!reader, dark themes)

Queen Maeve

Kick It Out (female reader, smut)

Soldier Boy

Why Don't You Do Right (woman reader, dark/mature themes)

What's Your Pleasure? (female supe!reader, power imbalance, smut)

She's Out To Please, She Pouts Her Best (female reader, smut)

Watch Honey Drip, Can't Keep Away (female reader, smut)

Power Play (female reader, smut)

Starlight

I’ll Keep a Light in My Window (woman reader, fluff/angst)

Headcanons

Dating Starlight (female reader, fluff, smut)

#the boys x reader #the boys tv #the boys amazon #battie masterlist #venus-haze masterlist #venus haze masterlist

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Master List - # 102

From here to forever - Jennifer Connelly x Male Reader

No more lonely nights in paradise - Jennifer Connelly x Male Reader (Smut)

The night is over - Queen Maeve G!P x Male Reader (Smut)

Double Rum - Jack Harlow x Male Reader (Smut)

The blind spot - Dave Lizewski x Male Reader (Smut)

High night Dallas - Jacob Black x Male Reader

Feels like i can't move - Leon Kennedy x Male Reader

#masterlist #master list

[your-averagewriter]

Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

- The Walking Dead (I've only seen the first season so no spoilers please!!) - Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Lori Grimes, Andrea

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

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I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

#masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #x yn #marvel #dc #star wars #stranger things #attack on titan #castlevania #avatar the last airbender #waterparks #my chemical romance #emo bands #sandman #prey #predator #obey me #haikyuu #x you #kingsman #hunger games #maze runner #spiderverse #x y/n #writing #oneshots #what we do in the shadows #wwdits

[godsandmonsters505]

Character List

My requests are always open! 

If you’re interested in dropping one, I’ve put together a list of characters I write for and/or would like to write in the future.

(I only write for fictional characters and not the actors themselves.)

I take smut/romantic requests for characters marked with an asterisk (*).

The Boys (TV Show)

Soldier Boy*

Queen Maeve*

Starlight*

Billy Butcher*

Frenchie

Kimiko

Mother's Milk

The Walking Dead (TV Show)

Rick Grimes*

Negan Smith*

Michonne*

Rosita Espinosa*

Magna*

Honestly, I'm happy to write for most TWD characters so just drop an ask if in doubt.

Supernatural (TV Show)

John Winchester*

Dean Winchester*

Ruby 1 and 2*

Bela Talbot*

Meg*

Sam Winchester

Succession (TV Show)

Shiv Roy*

Jess Jordan*

Kendall Roy

Roman Roy

GOT/HOTD (TV Show)

Oberyn Martell*

Ellaria Sand*

Cersei Lannister*

Alicent Hightower*

Sansa Stark

Other Characters

The Countess* (American Horror Story)

Rosa Diaz* (Brooklyn 99)

Javier Peña* (Narcos)

Edward (Eddie) Blake/The Comedian* (Watchmen)

Joel Miller* (The Last of Us - TV Show & Game)

[Of course I will write stories/one shots including other characters, but they would "surround" the characters shown above.]

#the walking dead fanfiction #twd fic #negan fanfiction #negan x reader #negan smut #rick grimes fanfiction #michonne #michonne fanfic #rosita espinosa #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #the last of us #oberyn martell #javier peña smut #john winchester #the countess #supernatural #dean winchester #the winchesters #jensen ackles #jared paladecki #supernatural fanfiction #succession #succession fanfic #shiv roy #roman roy #kendall roy smut