#queen maeve x you

[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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[madwomansapologist]

going on vacation with queen maeve would include

Masterlist | Rules | Taglist | Library | More Royalty AU | AO3

synopsis: A few months after getting into The Seven, your mind and body were on the edge. Good for your that your girlfriend™ knows exactly how to make Madelyn shut the fuck up.

warnings: vought. female!reader. this is fluffy!

• It's funny how you thought for so long that Maeve didn't give a damn about you. Because now, seeing clearly what she is doing, you notice how much she really cares. How deeply Maggie cares about you.

• Your relationship now being real don't make everything easy. It makes easier, of course, but it still pretty fucked up to be used as Vought way of making pink money. But as time passes, you noticed all the little things Maeve did so it would be easier for you. The fact that she does that in secret is what really makes your heart skip a beat.

• Like when you discovered that Maeve fought with Madelyn so your birthday would be a private event. Or when your copyright percentage got higher because of her. And there was that day Maeve discussed for over a hour with the marketing guys so you could cut your hair however you wanted. And the time a "journalist" threatened to expose a story about your normal life so she... You still don't know what exactly she did, but the story never saw daylight.

• So when out of sudden, in the middle of the most tiring week of your entire life, Ashley informed you that your vacations was postponed to next week by the HR people; you knew it was her. Of course it was.

• You both talked to her about your plans, and Ashley took care of everything. She usually does. She made sure there was no one on the beach, no paparazzi, not even a leaf out of place. If there was one thing you valued, it was your secret identity, and since Maeve also took the same care, every precaution was necessary.

• After a car trip, Maeve doesn't get on planes under any circumstances, complete with lots of diabetic sweets and loud music, you finally arrived at the cabin. Everything inside was some kind of licensed Vought product, but ignoring that until you looked like just a normal couple. Nothing surprising. No drama, no pr stunts, no forced smiles. It was just you and Maggie, and that was all.

• Maggie spent the whole week running the bar. You've already discussed her being basically a functional alcoholic, but she's always emphasized the functional. She took care of the drinks, you took care of the barbecues, and the two of you tried to understand how to make Starlight Seasoned Rice™.

• Maggie was more the type to pick up a gothic novel, apply sunscreen until she looked like a ghost, and toast on a beach sarong. You were the one challenging the sea to a fight. And cursing the hot sand.

• Caught up in Jane Eyre's poor choice to marry someone she discovered had locked his first wife in the basement, Maggie didn't think she needed to worry. Until the salt water fell on her and her book, and Maggie saw you with your smirk and a yellow toy bucket. You wanted war? Okay.

• Playing fights with your girlfriend is one of the most common things in relationships. Playing fights with your super powerful warrior goddess hot girlfriend is much more interesting. Will Maggie one day realize how much you love being beneath her? She probably already did.

• With hydrating hair masks, tasty meat, strong drinks and practically inedible rice™, you fell asleep on the sofa in the cabin while you tried to prove to Maggie that Emile Brontë was the best sister.

• You both deserved that.

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[dustylava]

Y/n is holding on with the last of her strength, so as not to cry.

Men: Homelander: rolls his eyes and makes a face of disgust. A-Train: "well, you... Well, don't be sad, come on. Good luck to you." The Deep: "oh, come on. It's not that bad. The poor things in the ocean are much worse off, don't be selfish!" Black Noir: hastily turns away, continuing his business.

Ladies: Ashley: "when you smile, my legs are buckling!" Queen Maeve: "my heart beats faster because of your beautiful eyes!" Starlight: "when you're next to me, the stars shine brighter!"

Ashley: "A beautiful flower, that grew out of pain, I will take care of you. There is no need to be afraid anymore." Starlight: "I will hold you close to me, so you are not afraid of the darkness inside of you." Queen Maeve: "everyone who hurt you, is a dead man. I will kill all those, who dared to touch you."

#the boys #homelander #john #john homelander #a train #a-train #reginald franklin #the deep #deep #kevin moskowitz #black noir #queen maeve #margaret shaw #starlight #annie january #ashley barrett #queen maeve x reader #queen maeve x you #starlight x reader #starlight x you #annie january x reader #annie january x you #ashley barrett x reader #ashley barrett x you

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Seven x Deadpool!Reader

t/w: loooots of dark humour/jokes, reader is insensitive and an asshole since they're also a supe working at vought, your powers are the exact same as Deadpool (even the skin condition), mention about killing, death, gore, r-pe, n@zis?!?!, alcohol, some intimacy (?). Also reader is gn!!

ᯓ★ here's a version with the boys <3

HOMELANDER

This man hates you so fking much

Has tried to kill you multiple times, he tried lasering you, tearing you in half and even throwing you into the sky but you just always manage to come back like the damn plague

Eventually he gives up trying to kill you and just had to deal with the fact you'll be kept alive... just temporarily though... he's still looking for ways to kill you

However, your powers gave you dozens of advantages when around Homelander.

He can be having a meeting about something serious and everyone would be listening to him due to their fear towards him, then there's you who'd be doing your own thing and just shout out unrelated things like "Donald Trump just blocked me on Twitter!! HAH!! SUCK IT CORNFLACKS!!"

Everyone turning to you with startled expressions while Homelander simply rolls his eyes before continuing his presentation.

You are a complete nightmare to the PR team, that's why for interviews or any events, you'll always be paired up with Homelander so he can keep you under control and stop you from saying weird shit that could ruin the company's image.

"So Deadpool, how does it feel being in the Seven working alongside Homelander? You've been working together for almost 3 years now" A reporter would ask as you two are surrounded by screaming fans.

"Like I'm in the twilight series, not because of the fantasy but because I'm still waiting for the part where he impregnates me—"

"O-kay! That's enough, just silly ol' Deadpool with those inside jokes"

"You can tell in this eyes that he wants to fuck me right now. HE'S GONNA FUCK ME!!" You shouted as you're being dragged away by him.

Obviously when you had found out about his relationship with Stormfront, especially her background, you had to say some shit about it. Not giving the slightest care about the fact he could be grieving over her death.

He'll be in his room standing in front of the window and you'd just storm in, being as loud as possible.

"I can't believe you dated a N@zi!! Is it because I'm Jewish?!" Which may or may not be true, nobody knows your origin.

He may hate your guts but if he ever needs someone to help him do some dirty work, you're the person for the job, you never ask why or how, which could be the only thing he likes about you.

"Y'know, maybe if you didn't have such a big mouth, you'd be tolerable"

"All the people I've slept with have said otherwise"

Compatibility? 50%

STARLIGHT

Before she joined the Seven, she had an image of what kind of person you were, she just didn't know it was this worse.

When you found out she used to work at this Sunday School Church, you just haaaaad to say something about it.

"So like, you say that prayer always works, but every night I pray for my hair to grow and it never does. Do you think God has me blocked? How do I get unblock?"

"Uh..."

You two surprisingly get along without one wanting to slice the other's throat, except sometimes the things you say can really piss her off. Which is why when the company assigned her a new costume, she was trying her hardest to avoid you, but you found out anyways.

"Holy shit Starlight! Nice costume, is this your Miley Cyrus breakthrough? Girl power!"

Insert her groaning out of annoyance.

Again, the second you discovered she was dating a guy behind the death of Translucent, you were heartbroken :(

"Of course this happens right when my therapist gives up on me!"

Despite your behaviour, you pitied her when it was revealed that she was taken advantage of by The Deep, so like any good friend, you took revenge by cooking his friend octopus and eating it happily in front of him.

"Revenge does taste sweet" You'd say happily while Starlight just watches by the side, both grateful and horrified at your actions.

In my opinion, you would definitely be the person she goes to once she starts working with the boys, you'll always be providing whatever information that happens in the company for her to use.

It helps her worry less about getting anyone killed 'cause you literally can't die.

Compatibility? 60%

QUEEN MAEVE

You're half the reason why she rethinks about her life choices when she wakes up in the morning

Not because you're a handful (which you are) but because you're always paired together on missions

"Deadpool! The hostages!"

"OKAY! God... you act just like my drunk uncle"

Which is a joke/nickname you like to address her by because of her alcoholism (yikes)

Whenever the company needs you for something, half of the time she's the one assigned to search for you.

There was this one time she caught you trying to have Anika track down Kanye West's location, nobody knows what shenanigans you were up to.

Another thing to mention was that you two were chosen by the company to sing a Christmas song for the year's Christmas ceremony.

Just imagine during the bridge of the song, she's singing normally while you're completely going off, your high note so high you were sure you had Mariah Carey a run for her money.

Even though she finds you a lot to deal with, you're actually her buddy to train with.

Since you're very skilled with Katanas, she likes to practice her swordsmanship with you.

You like to tease or make fun of her everytime she fails to strike you which is good motivation for her to get better. Maybe you guys bring out the best of each other?

Last thing I'd like to add is when she was found out by the public that she was a lesbian (She's bi but you get the running joke), you had gifted her a t-shirt that says, 'Biggest Dick in Town'

Compatibility? 80%

THE DEEP

Your human punching bag

If Vought was a high school instead of a company, you'd be the bully and he'd be the nerd getting stuffed inside the locker room.

For example, Homelander could be confronting Starlight about her relationship with Hughie and everyone would just start raising their voices til you come in yelling "SHUT UP!" to the Deep who had not said a single thing during the entire time.

Just imagine him staring at you like 😐

To be honest you also ate his friend octopus so you guys are actually never getting the chance to make up.

"Look dude, I don't appreciate your tone"

"I don't appreciate your haircut either but we can't all get what we want"

You may be a crazy person but you weren't going to be okay with the fact he violates every woman he sees, so not only did you cook the octopus but you also called in a male stripper disguised as a woman just for him to celebrate on his birthday.

Just imagine him all happy when you tell him the news and later that night he'll run inside your room, completely pissed off at your act after finding out but you just laughed and said.

"Happy April Fools 😚!"

"That's next month dipshit!"

Also, you never understood his weird fantasies. He has a thing for sea animals??You've caught him multiple times either flirting or getting off to one. It was concerning even for you.

"From how many animals you've fucked, you might just turn from the ocean's 'Seaman' to 'Semen'." You joked which he did not find funny.

Maybe you messing with him could just be your way of getting along with him since you're the same with everybody else, it's just he has more flaws to poke fun of and he's sensitive about them.

Compatibility? 5%

A-Train

He thinks you're fucked up in the head.

Half of the shit that comes out of your mouth just has him reacting like in the GIF

Buuuuuut you're the one he always brings to the club because you always know ways to give the party life.

You've somehow even got on the wall of fame, a lovely portrait of you with your hands making out a heart.

Also, you know about his business with Compound V waaaaay before anyone else did. He's still grateful you didn't tell anyone.

Just like everyone else, you also enjoy messing with him except he's fast and constantly avoiding you.

"Hey A-Train, how much do you wanna bet that I can die faster than you?"

"Dude... seriously?"

You guys rarely get sent on missions together because you're always slowing him down, not basing off the fact he's fast but because you get easily sidetracked with other things.

"Alright, we're here now, how much C4 do we use?"

"Fuck math! Let's use all of 'em!"

You ended up detonating all of the C4 on you before he could object the idea, he was able to run out in time, your action nearly getting him killed while you ended up dead.

But it's fine you'll just grow back.

You know that race he has against Shockwave? You'd be at the VIP section standing near where Homelander and Queen Maeve is, waving your huge banner that has a picture of A-Train's face and yours pasted over a figure carrying the other in bridal style.

Compatibility? 55%

TRANSLUCENT

He makes people paranoid but you make him disgusted.

There was this one time he was bored so he snuck in your room to see what you were doing.

At first he was confused why you had so many cute plushies but then the more he explored your room, he realised your room is basically every collector's dream.

You even had a huge teddy bear in the corner of your dressing room.

The reason why he doesn't like to spy on you is because the last time he did, he saw you putting your hand in the blender, then proceeding to put your private part into it.

Never again, he thought, never again.

He doesn't need to witness you carry out your intrusive thoughts.

Surprising enough, you're close with his son, I'd like to think that after his death, you practically became the kid's godparent. Though you can be sort of a bad influence, leading up to how he is in Gen V.

You always tell him you hate kids but he thinks otherwise.

After all, he can read people well.

You guys like to pull pranks on each other since you guys like competing on who's more sneaky

There was this one time, you woke up to find your suit gone so you ended up walking around the building, completely naked and unfazed by people's stares.

It was when you walked around the corner that you found your suit worn by someone else, turns out it was Translucent under it.

"Why is it so fucking tight dude? How do you stay in this shit all day?"

"You get used to it"

Compatibility? 85%

BLACK NOIR

Lovers.

He doesn't mind your attitude because he actually can't say anything about it.

No seriously... he can't talk.

But hey he's got a good shoulder to cry on.

"I just... hffgh... I can't believe my album didn't surpass lady gaga's... She doesn't even know how to use Katanas like I do!" You'd let out a loud sob while he just stares at you for a while before placing a hand on your shoulder, patting you gently.

You know the scene where he's playing the piano for one of the company's party? You'll be laying down on top of it and singing in your usual overdramatic high pitched voice.

He finds your humour amusing so he always does this little head tilt like in the GIF when you say some weird shit while waiting for his response.

Since both of you are the only members of the Seven that wears a full body suit, obviously you had to try on his but since it was impossible to achieve that, you just had the company make a copy for you.

He'll be walking down the hallway doing his normal routine until he notises another person in his suit, the moment you speak and he realises its just you is when he let's his guard down.

"I just got some transplants done to my ass, that's why I look different"

You both are never sent on missions together 'cause you guys don't work well, pretty much nobody works well with him since he's the silent type.

Example, you two were hiding behind some crates ready to jump on the bad guys who were snucking in illegal drugs. He gestured for you to wait as he went to check again, only to turn back to see you gone.

"Marry Christmas motherfuckers!"

He heard your voice shout and he found you standing on top of the stacked crates, machine gun in hand and began shooting aimlessly.

He didn't even do anything but just watch until you ran out of bullets. However, multiple survived and began shooting at you so you ended running towards where he's hiding at.

"Yankee yankee!" You yelped.

You know the video of the two girls taking off their wigs to reveal that they're bald and they start bonding over it? I'd like to imagine that's you and Black Noir with the skin condition under the suits.

One more scenario I wanna add, you guys could be having a meeting but since you were bored and you always hated meetings, you'd draw a big heart on a piece of paper and show it to Black Noir from across the table. Surprisingly he'd draw a heart back to you.

You were overjoyed so you began to draw you and him doing it, doggy style. He stares at your doodle for a while before choosing to just focus on the meeting instead.

Compatibility? 90%

(This took a while cause I was on vacation)

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[bellelvrs]

HOSTAGE / HOMELANDER

summary - while on a mission, homelander saves beautiful hostage, then fucks her. what else was he supposed to do?

warnings - smut, foreplay, possessive behavior, slight yandere, slight sub/dom, fingering, masturbation.

a/n - 1536 words, afab reader.

That simmering, crimson ray of light pierced through thick shadows of the warehouse.

A bright beacon of hope?

Or sign that the day of reckoning has come upon you?

You had lost feeling in your limbs, which were tightly bound to a small chair. Each breath heavy on your tired lungs as your captors slowed the torture. Had they left? Was your innocence finally proven? The restless buzz of worry calmed as you lost consciousness.

His presence was enough to silence an army of men. If there were even any alive. A man symbolizing the indomitable grit and spirit of America, yet something vile, morbid writhed beneath the perfected facade.

Homelander loomed over your limp body, appreciating every feature of yours, even with the rusted spatters of blood and golden bruises.

There was something about you that stirred a hunger within him. It made him squirm with impatience, the way he didn’t understand why. The fresh wounds left by those imbeciles made his heart ache and blood boil.

Why would people do such disgusting things to a beauty like you?

This was all for show…right? All of it was choreographed and staged to raise his ratings. Fans were practically hanging off of their seats waiting for the broadcast of Homelander’s newest heroic act. The ideal situation-ship: Homelander defeats terrorist cartel and saves young hostage! A shining knight accompanied by his damsel in distress. You were so pretty. So pathetic. You were merely human. A puny, sensitive, frail creature in need of guidance from a god.

A god like him.

He dropped to his knees, breaking you free from the chains easily, letting your body fall helplessly onto his. Cradling you like a fallen angel, his mind distorted with desire. That strange feeling flourished inside of Homelander like an untamed fire.

No human should have that strength over him. It was insulting. These urges had long been repressed ever since…

He wanted you in ways that he thought he could only have within his imagination.

The stray lightbulb above illuminated the glow of your skin, which had been blanketed in muck and gore. A hand caressed the swollen plush of your face.

His eyes focused on every part of you. You had more purpose than just being a measly subject.

Then he came to realization.

He could have you however he wanted.

You were something to be protected, prized.

All he had to do was make you his.

-

You quietly rose from a bed that was not yours. There was a silhouette standing against the sparkle of the city that beamed through the window. Your vision, a tired blur, could clearly identify the Homelander watching from across the room. Just after your eyes fluttered open, he began to approach you with slow, menacing steps.

‘Well, well, look who’s awake,’ Homelander spoke softly, a hungry gaze piercing through your skin.

You whined a bit, a throbbing ache rang inside your head like an unsteady heartbeat.

‘Wh-‘ a twinge of pain made you sit up with a jolt.

‘Shh, no need to be in a hurry,’ he sat at your side on the bed, a hand cupping your jaw. The slight force he applied to keep you in place was daunting. Despite the possible concussion you might have had, that stirring sickness within your stomach was from the panic.

‘I’m going to take care of you.’ Homelander cooed, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb.

‘Take…’ you croaked, struggling to formally speak, ‘Take me home.’.

Homelander, confused, slightly offended, shook his head. His gentle hold on your face became a tight grip, pulling you closer to him.

Why would you want to leave?

He carried you to the safety of his penthouse, bathed you in his tub, let you nap in his bed. You were more than just some obscure guest.

‘You’re here, you don’t need to go anywhere.’

A threatening, shark-like smile stretched across his face.

‘You are home.’

Though both of your bodies were now pressed against each other, there was little warmth that radiated from Homelander. Soft, yet cold lips cool upon your skin. A body of pure muscle restless as it straddled you, almost suffocating with it’s pressure. Just as though you were pressing a fresh bruise.

The pain felt good.

Dizzying heat blossomed within your body as he breathed you in with every kiss. He was desperate to devour every inch of you, teeth pulling on your lip, tongue dancing along with yours. You bucked your hips against the bulge hiding beneath his pants. In that moment you didn’t want to fight back. Fear hid in the shadow of bliss. Desire swayed your rationality.

His lips fell from yours and brushed against your chin.

‘They won’t touch you again.’

He steadied himself on his knees, beginning to undress.

‘No one will. Only me. Only ever me. And if they do, I’ll tear those dirty bastards apart.’

You had just noticed you were completely bare underneath the sheets, the chilling satin tickling your skin. Homelander quickly tore them away, revealing your body. It took great strength for him to avert his eyes from your chest.

‘But if you let them,‘ Homelander muttered under his breath, still focused on the every curve of your body.

‘I’ll fucking kill you.’

Blinking slowly, you furrowed your brow,

‘What?’

Homelander smirked at the concern in your tone. He fixed himself between your legs, spreading you like a whore.

‘Just let me…help you.’

Bowing his head to your chest, he allowed his lips to graze over your tits. Every swipe of his tongue across your nipple made your entire body pulse with a euphoric feeling. Homelander relished every whimper and moan that escaped your throat.

It had been quite a long time since he felt in power. He didn’t enjoy assimilating with humans, acting as if he was one of them. They were weakening him. His strength needed to be recognized. No charity galas, no photo shoots, or movies. He needed the respect. The submission.

The love.

You were a symbol of rebirth, of enlightenment. With you, he could prove himself a god. A hero and his muse. Oh, what damage he could do to ruin such a beautiful thing.

A hand snaked down to your cunt, immediately massaging your swollen clit. You could feel him smile while still sucking on your tits.

‘Fuck me.’ You gasped, twitching as his sheer body weight refused to let your back arch.

‘What’s that?’ Homelander looked up at you, nose brushing against your chest.

Your chest heaved, legs shifting as he fastened his pace on your clit.

‘Fuck. Me.’

Homelander rose, tilting his head. Before you could even finish, that same hand, now slick from the wetness of your cunt, wrapped around your throat. He positioned himself so that one of your legs draped over his shoulder. The head of his cock teased your entrance.

Slowly, with a faint whimper, he pushed himself inside of you.

Almost softly rocking his hips closer, and closer to you, you bucked your own in impatience.

‘Tsk, tsk,’ Homelander disapproved,

‘Tell me you love me.’ He stated firmly.

The pace of his cock sliding in and out of you gradually quickened.

You turned your head, burying your face into the pillow in shame, muffling your moans.

‘Tell me.’

Your lip bled, begging for mercy as you bit it as hard as you could.

‘Tell me!’ Homelander barked, giving a rough thrust into your cunt simultaneously.

‘I love you,’

This wasn’t casual? There was love somewhere within all of this mess? You were barely awake, all you knew was that the touch felt invigorating. You didn’t mean to be disingenuous to taunt him, but he certainly seemed to feel hurt.

‘I love you.’ You restated breathlessly.

‘Good..good girl.’

Homelander trailed off, too invested in ramming himself inside of you now. He grunted and moaned louder than you, almost as if he was in a trance. His grip on your thigh was painful, nails digging harshly into skin. The girth of his cock didn’t fail to widen and please every area and nerve of your cunt. Beneath both of your bodies, the bed creaked alarmingly, threatening to snap at any moment.

You reached out a hand which wrapped around the forearm holding him steady. A sudden flash of light blinded you eyes and mind. Letting out a ragged breath, you struggled to keep your limbs strong as your entire body fell limp.

Immediately after, you fought to not laugh as Homelander finished with a vulnerable moan. His head drooped as he let his cock drain the cum into you.

Nonetheless, he wasn’t done.

Chest heaving with every long drawn breath, Homelander pulled himself up directly above your chest, and began to rapidly pump his tired cock. With another grunt, he let the final cum spread across your tits. Like a brush on a canvas, he wiped what was left across your chest.

‘Good, good,’ he murmured, weakly laying down beside you, then hugging your body against his.

As much as you might have wanted to stay awake, to process what you had done, you couldn’t help your conscious drift into a sea of black.

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Tbh, to me the funniest part of creating Homelander x Hispanic Reader/OC content is that in the back of my mind I'm always picturing Homelander and Maeve going to a taco place with their latina baddies and bumping into each other like

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[tonixe]

My prerogative

n.o.t.e.s - Sorry for being inactive for the past weeks :c

w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, the reader being disrespected on, a chainsaw man reference, gore topics, organs.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader (kind of?)

w.c. - 1637

Another day at Vought INC, you were sitting in your office writing up a storm in a document. You worked in the PR team for Vought superheroes.

Today was an especially hard day.

First, wake up late because of your alarm clock, then your phone is not even fucking charging.

Then if that wasn't good enough, being late to the train and then walking to work in heels that were 30 mins away. Then coming back to this hellhole for your boss to give you a horrible time at work.

As you were here fucking slaving away on your computer, your thought running around your head, it was hard to come with the concept for that experiment that you call heroes.

Not that you had any aggression with any of the superheroes except with The deep, translucent, and demon you call America's golden boy, Homelander. As you were typing on your computer in your small office, your boss walked up to you, clicking her heels annoying; not like you had an anger issue, but when you saw her, everything in your body rang anger.

"Y/N, your last idea was interesting, needless to say. I don't think that having Queen Maeve and Starlight helping out, survivors of Cyclone Idai, wouldn't be a good pitch. Think, Feminism, think two women showing the world that women can do anything." she slams the paper you worked hard on onto your desk, tapping down on the paper.

"What do you mean?" you responded to her interesting comments.

"What I said, a feminist is the topic" she exaggerate her hands and clasped her hand.

"Sure," your eyes twitched as you picked up the paper she placed on the desk.

As she walked out of your office, she yelled out, "-And make sure it is good this time!" the final comment made you crush the paper in your hand and throw it on the wall.

"What the hell does feminism do with superheroes" you mumbled yourself. Swiping a piece of your hair to the side of your ears, moving closer to the computer, and thinking about some ideas. Needless you say, you were fricking annoyed by the comments your boss said.

Bite at your lip, till it drew some blood. It was getting tiring, trying to live a normal life, was tiring, you thought of your choices when you were 12 between staying in the lab or escaping, but you glad that you are able to escape that hellhole than being monitored for 24 hrs, and ending to be doll being on display.

But ironic that you landed a job at the same brand you escaped. You wanted a breather from being locked up in your small office; besides that, your break was coming in, standing up and stretching your neck and your body. Walking out of your office, going to the elevator.

As you were walking down, getting pushed by two dickhead of Vought employees, they responded by saying to watch where you were walking.

The disrespect you were getting from this company was crazy. While you enter the elevator, pressing the 25th floor, where the company Starbucks was, you need some Caffeine to boost your mood and energy, even though Dunkin Donuts was better than the overpriced coffee store.

Standing the side of the elevator lending to the walls, as you scrolled on your phone while the elevator was going down. the elevator music chiming in.

Your eyes was still laid on your phone, you didn't notice the person that came into the elevator, not taking your eyes on off, until your eyes look at the familiar cape, it was red, white and blue.

Making quick eye contact with the person you dread meeting on top of that, Homelander.

But out of all the elevators in the building, why the heck would he take the elevator taken by lowly Vought employees? Getting off the wall, straightening yourself up.

He walked in with his hand behind his back.

The music chimed in and played through; your body was tense by his immediate presence, and the elevator door closed.

You wished that the elevator would go faster as you stared at the floor indicator with the lowering numbers of the floor going down. You should help it, but your heart was pumping out of your chest.

"So, I heard you got a promotion, Y/N." the comment he said caught you off guard, 'The Fuck' and you just stared at him.

Besides the point, he said that, your promotion was literally 6 months ago.

"Quiet, aren't we?" he looked you in the eye, and you soon pulled away.

"Thank you, Sir," you responded, not bothering to correct him. Now you were begging that time would go faster, biting down on your lip.

The elevator so coming down to the 25th floor, and he soon slapped his arm on the control panel breaking it and catching himself off caught.

Faster than you can even react, he grabbed your neck, pinning you to the elevator wall, leaving you shocked to even react.

An ominous chuckle erupted from him, "You honestly got everyone else fooled, but not me at all, Y/N."

You were scared for your life inside that elevator, there nobody here, and there was no one to hear you scream at all. "W-what, do you mean" you stared at him, your legs were trembling.

"Your not normal at all, you're more than having a lowly lifestyle. You are a god like me" he grabs your face and squishes it.

You help but stare at him; you have a hard time responding to him; even if you tried doing something, your chances of being slayed by him would be high.

"What?" the word slipped out of your mouth, you were wondering how he know, but I guess you can't hide anything from Homelander; if you were to lie, you would probably just die right there.

"Don't fuck with me, Y/N." he barked at you, his hand breaking inside the elevator wall. Your eyes felt wet, and tears were escaping you. Your lips were trembling.

"Don't fucking turn soft on me now." He yelled at you, "Just admit it, don't lie to me."

"O-okay, I am one" you mumbled, he released his grip on you and pressed the button on the elevator panel, as he stood away from you in his original spot.

You fell down on the floor, breathing heavily, as you put your face in your hand.

The elevator door opened, "Cut that crying crap up; it not working on me at all," he mumbled as he exited the elevator, with his hand behind his back in a military position.

The feeling of getting to Starbucks left your mind; the only thing you could hear in the elevator was music as the elevator closed; you just wanted to get out of this building.

Walking out of the tall building, it was accordingly 8:45 pm when you exited the building. Unfornutaly for you, your day was only getting worse; it started raining on you, soon drenching your body in water.

'Just my day..' you mumbled out

A terrific day for you since it was just sunny outside, and you didn't bother to bring one of your jackets with you, but that's just New York weather. Grabbing your bag and using it as a protection shield for your head, you ran to the train station to catch it from its left.

Entering the station, your body was drenched in water head to toe; as the sound of your soaking wet clothes made a 'plop' sound, you moved to the scanner, swiping your MetroCard into it. The gate opening allows you to enter the waiting area of the train.

The screeching sound of the train came halting at the station. The door opened, allowing the people inside to get out; you grabbed your stuff and entered as you sat down, waiting for your stop.

30 MINUTES LATER

Lucky for you, the rain wasn't as bad when you exited work. You were walking to your apartment complex; your clothes were less drenched than before but still had some moister.

It got way darker than before; you were walking down the street. You live a little far away from the Vought building, and you usually take some shortcuts to make your journey less. As you looked in the alleyway, you dismissed the idea from your mind, the time for using a shortcut was way too risky.

"HEY, LADY!" a masculine voice yelled, ringing in your ears.

"Just my luck," you muttered as you turned to the voice. "Give me all your money," the mysterious man said, holding a pocket knife and wearing all black.

"No," you responded to him.

"Do you want to die right now? Just give me your fucking purse, or I'll stab you in the fucking neck," he yelled, walking towards you.

"Maybe, but do you know what is even better than money" you walked towards the mysterious figure, throwing your bag onto the floor.

"Your life," you made a gun sign with one of your men and pointed towards him "bang" soon, the man's chest, stomach, and abdomen area were blasted off and sprayed on the wall. His head had a confused expression, and as his head landed on the floor, his legs fell down as well. It was a pure, clean cut; his organ was destroyed by the blast, and the red liquid was everywhere on the street.

His blood was sprayed on some of your clothes as you grabbed your bag from the dirty floor and walked away from the massacre of the man's body.

You didn't know it, but someone was following you as he popped out from his invisible trick. Translucent face had a scared expression etched on it as he looked at the gory display on the floor. The mysterious man's blood trickled down the street to the road.

"What the hell" he covered his mouth at the killing. Pulling out his mouth, testing the head of the seven, a message saying, "It 's the real deal."

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a/n: even if homelander would be sub one in particular events and places (for example; bed), he is trying to be dom one for yn, so, we will see his this (especially exhibiting unpredictable behavior) side in this chapter. It gets spicy and will get spicier with each chapter from now on, so, hang on tightly, our journey is beginning! ;)

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summary of the chapter: Homelander’s liking on Y/n increasing too much to even make Butcher angry. With Homelander’s unexpected request from Y/n after questioning the supe, this causes Butcher’s nerve to be seen, leaving Y/n in an impasse.

word count for the chapter: 6.9k [chapters become larger with each publish but I give you certainty that this one would blow your mind. well, it blew mine, indeed.]

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  When Butcher sent a message about his arrival to the tower’s nearby parking lot, Homelander was giving a speech to the team; “Supe will wake up soon.” His voice was dominant as always, “Me and Aerial will question him.”

He literally chose you over other members including the Deep. His liking on you was increasing from day to day. Choosing you over others, telling you about his day, wanting you meet with his son and not keeping himself from showing his feelings to you were this situation’s evidence. Anyone, including some workers of the company, had knowledge about this. They were seeing you all day, how Homelander share so much with you and how he keeps you by his side for most of the times. Some of them saw you as new friendship of the Seven due to Black Noir’s sudden disappear. They saw you as new version of Black Noir for Homelander. On the other hand, you could hear how some workers keep telling each other you had a secret relationship, you were a couple. They even compared you with his previous lovers like Queen Maeve and Stormfront. You knew if they would know how you could hear them, because they only talked about this when Homelander was gone, they wouldn’t talk so openly. However, you didn’t mind. They could say everything about you with showing respect, of course. So, when gossips about your and Havoc’s competition, as they called, were spreading among people, you didn’t make any comment. There was no competition for you. That’s why there was no reason to claim it as a true fact or not.

After Homelander’s decision, Havoc looked irritated. She moved on her seat, adjusting her posture from irritated one to charming. “Sir,” She took a stop between her words in order to see Homelander’s reaction which was just a blank face that turned to her, “I really would like to see you on work. With that, I can get some of your perfect questioning abilities as I believe. If you don’t mind, can I come too?” Her voice was rasping for you. You wondered what Homelander was thinking about her.

Eyes turned to the leader of the Seven, looking curiously, how he would react to Havoc’s request.

He looked at Havoc’s face, then, smiled, “Of course you can!” His voice sounded like a quite chuckle. Opening his hands, he said, “I always respect my teammates’ request. Everybody knows this.” He looked at the Deep, who was sitting right beside him, “Right, Deep?”

He nodded right away, “Of course sir! Everybody knows this.”

You caught how he and A-Train shared a look together, like they knew how Homelander didn’t give a shit about anyone’s requests or ideas rather than his own. He was the leader that made them cursing their life's again and again thanks to him. The Deep had respect and mostly fear about Homelander while A-Train looked just he needed something to hold in his lonely life. Before entering the team, you had done you research about each member, both previous and current ones. Entering the team without any knowledge meant walking on a rope that stayed between fire. So, you knew how the Deep and A-Train hadn’t anyone on their sides except the Seven and Homelander.

Homelander’s clap caught your attention from your mind to real life, “Everyone can go and do whatever fucking they should do for the company.” He waved his hand, “Ashley will inform you or whatever,” Turning to Havoc and you, he said, “Let’s go and finish this job already.”

When everyone went to different directions; MultiMan, the Deep and A-Train to Ashley’s room and you, Havoc and Homelander to the supe’s. However, you needed to find Butcher and made him turn into ghost mode before entering supe’s room, questioning him. When you entered to elevator along with Homelander and Havoc, you pushed an extra button, which was the ground floor of the tower. That made Homelander and Havoc turned to your direction, confused expression on their face. You shrugged, looking at Homelander, “I need to take a fresh air before seeing his face. What happened back there – “ You stopped talking when unforgettable memories about that place and people filled your mind, making your heart ache in pain. Your main aim was to meet with Butcher with this confession but it made you realize how much you needed to take a fresh air before questioning that cunt. So, you weren’t lying.

Homelander nodded slowly, “Don’t take so long.”

Then, elevator’s door opened. Homelander and Havoc left you alone in it and you clearly saw how Havoc looked so happy to spend alone time with Homelander, not you with his side. You rolled your eyes. How competitive of her. It was so weird though; how she wanted to be Homelander’s girlfriend. You knew there was something wrong about her stubborn. However, this was another time’s question to answer. Now, you had to meet with Butcher.

  Quick steps were making the ground under your feet scream. Powerful and fast pace towards Butcher was both because of making him wait so long and excitement. You surely missed him. It was nothing you could hide. Especially after spending so many times with him, you used to have him in your life. He was a man who was giving you courage to keep this mission. Homelander was making it harder for you to have a determined mind to make him pay what he done to your friend. But when Butcher came to the scene, he always was making you see how you should keep your words for him.

Your thought stopped when his back profile came into your sight. He was sitting on a bench, his black-colored glasses on his face, covering his piercing eyes from you.

With a gut that you felt suddenly after seeing his back, looking so touchable, you half hugged him from behind, resting your hands on his shoulders. Your head popped out of his left side, faces so close to make both of you blush. His masculine scent made you take lots of breaths, not wanting to waste any of it.

“Sorry for waiting.” You said, innocently, like you weren’t to one who took his personal space like it was nothing. As your gut began to decrease due to his speechless posture, you wanted to took your hands away from his shoulders but he just smirked when you were about to do it.

“Will I get a gift for that, hm?”

You rolled your eyes. He was clearly teasing you, referring some mature things like those ones he did yesterday, in front of whole team. “I can give you my signed picture card if you want.”

He placed his two fingers on your chin, “Who needs a picture when I got the real one, hon’?”

He was right. You were playing with fire. He was fire, burning you from head to toe but unlike any other fire, his wasn’t killing you. Instead, he was making you feel more alive. Fresh. Denying his effects on your body would be stupid of you. Even he could see how your body reacted his little touches.

Clearing your throat, you straighten your posture, “We need to get going. Homelander is waiting for me.”

As he stood up, leaving his body for you to turn it into ghost one, he cursed under his breath after hearing his name, “That cunt can wait a little bit longer.” He smirked, “I wonder how ya’ making him angry. Knowing someone as powerful as him would make that cunt’s confidence crumble.”

You wanted to tell him that you were far behind making Homelander angry with your presence. Homelander was neither angry nor annoyed. He was happy. He was glad that you were his side. However, telling Butcher all of these, Homelander’s wants to keep you on his side, between his arms and even in his heart, would cause some problem. He wouldn’t get jealous as you guessed because he wasn’t taking your relationship that much, as you knew. He would panic though. Thoughts about whether you would keep your promise about Homelander or not because of your closeness would chase him. The most awkward thing was that even if you knew you would keep your promise, it was hard to tell how long your determined stage would last.

You closed your eyes, turned him to ghost mode. Parking lot was empty and he chose a spot that cameras didn’t watch. You would look like you took some fresh air like you said.

When he looked over his body, he asked, “Will I be able to touch things this time as we discussed yesterday?”

You nodded, “It will consume more energy than normal ghost mode one but we will take it as an advantage.” You started to walk, keeping your phone on your ear like you were talking to someone but in reality you were doing this to talk Butcher without getting any attention. “If something happens there, you can easily get out of the building.” You faked a smile, “However, do not touch anything necessary because it will cause other get suspicious.”

He followed you as you entered the tower, nodding some workers who were polite and good people. “It would make that cunt freak out to see something moving in his sight.”

Images how Homelander would react to this on your mind made you chuckle, “That would be funny if it was certain that he wouldn’t blow off the whole place.”

Butcher nodded. Then, you closed your fake call, entering the elevator with Butcher on your side.

As elevator kept going higher, Butcher broke silence, “What’s that Havoc business?”

You furrowed, “What about it?”

He shrugged, “I saw her angry face in the news. She was looking at you like she wanted you dead.”

He was referring to news that filmed outside factory. You guessed reporters filmed every member of the team, especially you, Havoc and Homelander. It wouldn’t be surprise if they were trying to create a love triangle from it. Even if you didn’t see the news, you knew they added parts in which Homelander touched your cheek as your bodies were so close to each other. Butcher’s non comment on that specific event made you nervous. You calculated if you should say something about it or not.

You chose to say something in order to clarify that event. Also, that would make him get his answer as well.

“She is trying to take her place on Homelander’s side. As a co-captain like Annie or girlfriend I guess.” You took a deep breath, looking any other place rather than Butcher’s face, “Her dislike of me became bigger when she found out how Homelander treated me.” You gulped. The air was so awkward and you couldn’t keep going with your speech. Instead, you waited for Butcher to continue.

As your eyes met, he spoke, “He always liked getting love. Like Maeve and that Nazi bitch.” He sounded like he and Maeve were close. You were confused. You knew Maeve helped the boys but something was off with his way of saying her name, like it was a little bit awkward. You wanted to question him but his words cut you, “He doesn’t like people. Cunt just loves himself.” He shrugged, finishing his speech.

Was he right? Was Homelander just liked you because of your affection, love and sympathy that you showed to him? Why this statement’s high possibility of being a truth was hurting so much?

Being something Homelander like was dangerous. You didn’t want him to like you. Did you?

Dilemma was breaking you into two pieces. You heart was aching somehow. Silence you shared with Butcher wasn’t helping either.

These heavy emotions left your body when elevator’s door opened, making you realize your first mission. So, you slapped yourself inside your mind and stepped out of the elevator with Butcher.

People who were in that floor nodded to you, pointing the room that Homelander and Havoc waited. You nodded to Butcher, signaling him to be careful out there before opening the door. Homelander’s powerful, built body and Havoc’s smooth skinned and fit one came into your sight. The room was like those police departments had; having two separate rooms with a shared door, one is behind the huge window that looked like a mirror on the other side, and other one with a patient bed. The supe was awake as you could see from the window. Homelander and Havoc was watching doctors doing their jobs by giving him supplies. He didn’t look so bad anymore which caused you to want to beat him up again.

Trying to keep your anger in control, you took your place beside Homelander. Now, he was in middle while Havoc was on his left side and you on right. Butcher was right behind you. You could how his body was touching yours with a dangerous closeness. You realized how he had become more willing to touch you every time there was Homelander in the same room. Not wanting to get hopes, you asked to Homelander, “Can he speak?”

He nodded, “He better be. I don’t want to spend my time for some fucking stupid man anymore.”

Havoc said from other side, “Sir,” She was going to suggest something again. “Maybe Aerial should question him first. She was the one who beat him up. He is likely to speak with her by feeling anger.” She added, “I read an article about how anger makes people talk too much without thinking twice for their words.”

Even if her aim was to send you inside, making supe tell some secrets about you, she was telling truth. People were likely to speak out of control due to their sudden anger. It was clear that this supe had so much anger inside his heart due to being beaten up nearly to death by you.

So, you nodded in agreement, “She is right. And it would take less time and you can turn into your important business as well.”

Homelander looked at you then the supe, nodding, “Go ahead.” He took two steps to the window, to see inside closer while adding, “Don’t do something without my command.”

You nodded.

It would be hard to question him without making Homelander get knowledge of Stan Edgar’s secret business about the factory but it was worth to try. It was better for you to question him before anyone else, especially Homelander. Also, you had Butcher on your side. He was good at making people talk. He was your helper on this.

As you and Butcher’s ghost body entered the room, medics left, leaving you and the supe alone for bare eyes.

The supe’s wounds were healing. He was in better condition last time you saw him. Even though he was the one killed innocent people of the factory with such great power, he looked so weak now. He was at your mercy. Disobeying Homelander’s orders would cause problem this time but you could use some of your power in order to make him talk. Both you and Homelander knew it.

“Mad Max, is it?” You sounded so calm, not showing fire that began to appear inside your body.

He took one look at you, and that was all. He tried to break free from robes that hold him in his place, on bed. Anger was travelling in his eyes, hands shaking and sweats occurring on forehead.

Butcher smirked, “You really beat him to death, aren’t ya’?” He leaned on his back to wall that stayed on the left side of bed, looking down at supe’s weak body, “I really like ya’ when you make them know their places. They are just a bunch of weak bastards who thinks them something important when they could kill innocent people who had no power like them.” His smirk widened, “When they meet ya’, they realize how weak they are.”

When he finished his words, the supe began to talk, “You bitc –“

“Tch, tch, tch.” You stopped him. “Don’t make me beat you again,” You unified your arms on your chest, “Because I will not stop ‘till I kill you this time.”

He gritted his teeth. Being weaker than you caused his anger increase. It was same for every person but when women made men turn into weak creatures, they were having great rage inside their bodies. They were feeling so humiliated by that and that was something you liked about your power. You liked to show them how women could handle men.

“So, Mad Max,” You sat corner of his bed, near his feet. He tried to hit you with his bare feet but robes were making him hard to move freely. “You destroyed one of the factories that Vought held, killing innocent people – “

“Innocent?” He faked a laugh, “There were not innocent! You should give me a price for killing them.” He looked at your body from head to toe in disgust, “I could finish them all if you weren’t playing your hero act.”

You didn’t waste you effort to tell him you were indeed didn’t act. You wanted to save them.

“How workings for a company like Vought make them bad?”

Butcher said, “He wouldn’t tell to you.”

He was right. The supe became silent after your question. He was keeping his knowledge to himself and probably Homelander.

“I really don’t like repeating myself, Max. So, you should tell me what you know.” You faked a smile, “That would make you free from here sooner.”

You didn’t know how much he good at understand whether people were lying or not but from what was in your sight, you knew he didn’t buy your trick of giving him freedom. He probably knew how you wanted him death. How you had anger towards him as well. Mutual feelings caused you two to understand each other easier.

“Tell him Homelander wouldn’t come here. He is clearly waiting for him.” Butcher suggested, taking other side of the bed, standing on his feet and looking down at supe’s body.

“He will not come Max, if that’s why you are not speaking with me.” You shrugged, “He is the top of all of this,” You waved your finger around the room, referring to Vought, “He has more important things in his life than dealing with a supe who even disable to control his power.”

Butcher smiled at the way you were questioning him. He looked proud for a moment which makes you smile inside. “Now, wait for a time him to adjust this info. Then, mention Homelander again. He is a cocksucker like rest of them. Look at him, waiting for his daddy to speak.”

You nodded, looking like you did it to yourself but you were signaling Butcher that you got his hint. He was saying that the supe was like the rest of the team, being cocksucker for Homelander and not talking, moving or even breathing without his approval.

It was weird though. How this supe hadn’t interacted with Homelander but had great respect and slavery towards him. It was terrifying either. People like him would do everything Homelander tells without thinking twice. After his first real kill in public, Homelander’s maniac, sadistic and freak followers has began to increase. It was making your world turn into a darker place and you knew you had to take big fish’s head to prevent it to turn into total darkness.

“Don’t say that you really thought your insignificant presence would get attention of him with doing this?” You shook your head in disbelief.

You stood up, sighed, “How sad. You are literally waiting for his arrival while he has no idea about your presence.”

He furrowed, looking so desperate. Your acting was doing well because now you clearly saw how he dilemma. He even looked sad, “He must come!” He shouted. “He should know about this.”

“We are breaking him.” Butcher said, half nodding.

“I can speak with him.” You shrugged, “But I must give him some tangible information. We shouldn’t want to take his precious time, right?”

He nodded suddenly, “Of course not! He is our most precious thing in the world!” His voice lowered, “We shouldn’t take his precious time.”

Butcher and you were in shock. This person was a maniac. He was worship Homelander. You were just trying to make him speak with your respect towards Homelander but you didn’t except him to go this far with his love about him. How he was so attached to him? This whole situation was making you feel sick and you knew Butcher felt the same.

“He is the biggest cocksucker I have seen in my entire fuckin’ life.”

You wanted to tell him this was far beyond being a cocksucker. The supe really needed therapy, even more than rest of other members.

You tried to act like it was so normal, looking him with a straight face, “Then give me something to make him know how you are willing to see him.”

He nodded negatively, “You wouldn’t tell him. You tried to kill me! I don’t trust you!”

Butcher sighed, “Just give us something you fucker! I really want to beat him up now.”

In order to prevent any unwanted situation with Butcher being in ghost mode but able to touch, you took a step forward the supe, “Look,” You wanted him calm down. “I was thinking you attacked to factory in order to harm the company, to Homelander. But if your intentions are good, I will directly go to him and talk about your situation.” You smiled, fake as ever, “I just need to know you didn’t want to cause any harm to him. Our leader is important, as you see.”

You could feel Homelander’s burning eyes even behind windows that covered half of the room. He was piercing your back with his blue eyes. You knew how he felt with each word you said with praising him. These words were half-true and half-lie. He was important but your love for him not same as the supe or any other member. Your love for him was something different than simply being a royal teammate for him.

“Me? Harm for him?” The supe tried to defend himself, “I was doing it for him!” He then took a deep breath, looking more relaxed than before and ready to talk. So, you didn’t say anything, you just waited for him to continue.

As Butcher stood beside you, the supe began to talk, “They were doing something wrong. The workers of that factory I mean. I was watching them very closely after I found out they hide something behind the doors thanks to having a friend inside. He had suspicious and when he shared them with me, I wanted to look at because we thought they were going to do something to Homelander.” He sounded sad, like Homelander was his brother or something. Like they were trying to kill one of his family members. “And then I found out. They were really trying to damage the company and Homelander. I wanted to help him. So, I planned everything.” He was proud of himself. “I went there and killed every fucker who was in this whole thing.” You knew he killed those innocent people who had no idea. Vought was not a company who shared his secrets with every worker. They probably told some of them.

“Is he knows about Stan Edgar?” Butcher’s question made you ask this to him, in a secret way of course.

“Do you know what they were trying to do? Homelander is not someone that can be taken down as you know. No one can harm him,” Which was a lie because you knew how Queen Maeve and Soldier Boy hurt him and beat him as well as Butcher and Hughie, even a little. However, no one knew this other than the boys who told you about all this, making you and Aiden shock because you thought he was unbreakable. But at the end of the day, he wasn’t. “They should have something big to work on it behind closed doors.”

The supe shook his head, left and right, “I was going to learn it if you didn’t come.” His anger was increasing again and you had enough of his bullshit. So, you nodded, “Don’t worry. We will take care of the rest.” You smiled, “Now, rest.”

You should talk about this with Homelander who was waiting outside, without interrupting you. He was the one who would decide whether to free the supe or sending it to jail. You hoped he was going to second option but deep down, you knew he would let him go after he showed great attitude towards him even without knowing he was watching them.

Homelander must felt superior ever after seeing how there were people and supes who showed him this kind of royalty. He needed that and these freaks were giving him this. What a full of destruction world it has become.

“What about Homelander?” The supe asked when you opened the door a little to leave, “Will he come and see me?” He killed dozen of people. He had blood in his hands but he turned to a child who was waiting for meeting with his favorite superhero. Oh, how much you wanted to make him suffer in that moment.

As your hand stood on the door’s handle, and rage began to rise each passing second, Butcher realized how your face turned into red with anger. He stood in front of you, closing your view of the supe with his chest and concerned looking face, “C’mon,” His voice was not enough to make you calm, so, he held your arm with his left hand, and placed his other one on your chin, “Not here. We will deal with it later.” He added, “Alone.”

You tried to smile to the supe, feeling calmer thanks to Butcher’s strong aura that wrapped up yours, “I will inform him. Now, just rest.”

With that, you left the room, closing door behind. Havoc and Homelander was looking at you. Homelander’s face was filled with proud one while Havoc’s one was angry. Her plan didn’t work, again. She even made your image better in Homelander’s eyes.

“Well done, Aerial.” Homelander praise didn’t make you happy this time because he was the reason why you couldn’t make the supe suffer.

Havoc on the other hand, was closing gap between her and Homelander. Smile on her face, “I am happy to see that my plan worked, sir.” She wanted Homelander praise her too, clearly. Unlike your predictions, Homelander turned to her, smiling, “Well done for you too Havoc. Of course it was my idea to bring you two in here but you did well too.” His egoistic side was showing again and Butcher was so done with this.

“Cunt is in love with himself, I tell ya’.” You wanted to chuckle how Butcher put your thought into words. Homelander and his relationship was something you found funny.

With a look to Butcher, you gave him hint to putting your plan into action in which Butcher will walk in the building to get information thanks to his ghost mode and still being able to touch, and you will distract other people. As you informed from Ashley, today was Homelander’s ads shooting day, means he wouldn’t be in the building, allowing you enough space to act. But you knew he was going to say something you wouldn’t like as he dismissed himself from room with you and Havoc. His hands were on his back, as always. Cape shaking with each step from right to left, blonde hair looking a little messy, blue eyes searching the floor to see something interesting. “You can dismiss Havoc.” He said without looking back. If he looked, he would just see a frustrated face that Havoc had after hearing this words.

“But, sir, you said we will –“

Homelander cut her words, “Are you resisting my orders?”

“Of course not, sir.” You pitied her. She was trying so hard, giving him royalty and respect but in return, she was receiving humiliation. Her motives had to be something serious because she wasn’t stopping to act same even after Homelander’s harsh attitude towards her. Checking about her personal life a little was noted on your mind. You wanted to check in order to help her. Maybe she just needed a person to show how she didn’t need any praise or attention from him. She was a strong one. She had to have certain motives behind her plan or as you hoped, she had.

Extra blonde hair and blue eyes disappeared from sight. Now, there was only one, Homelander.

He didn’t turn to you ‘till you reached the elevator’s door, pushing a button to call it to floor. The long cape took off as he turned to you with a fast fast turnaround, hands resting on back, still. Blue eyes were traveling on your body, adjusting how outfit looked on you maybe for the 10th times already now. You got used to it anyway, how his eyes didn’t have any shame to looking at your body from here to there, sometimes more than enough. He was a man indeed who was horny as hell. He clearly had kinks, his gazes were giving enough proof of this.

As his looks didn’t go, you heard an angry ‘huh’ sound from your back. That’s was when you realized how Butcher was right behind you and Homelander front like before. You were tossed between their huge and tall bodies again even if one man didn’t know other’s presence. You wanted to ask why Butcher was angry now but it had to wait ‘till you reach the flat.

“You were really good at back there.” Homelander said as elevator kept going higher, to your floor. He wasn’t praising anymore. His voice was filled with smartness and wisdom somehow, making you a little nervous about why he became smart Homelander suddenly.

You tried to act normal, “Thank you. I can say I know how to make people talk.” You finished your sentence with a teasing smile which was clearly didn’t affect Homelander’s smartness. He was suspicious. You wondered what made him being suspicious about your ability back there.

He shrugged, “It was just beyond good, you know.” Butcher’s hands held you from your arms, firmly, like he was trying to give you power to stay still under Homelander’s dangerous state. His most dangerous side was being smart, not acting randomly or without thinking. Butcher had to know this too. That’s why his protectiveness increased, if you called this as it. “Did someone teach you about it or what?” His little chuckle made you shiver.

Butcher smirked, “If he knew.”

You shrugged, “It’s just comes naturally.”

He didn’t keep questioning as three of you entered the elevator. He pushed the button that would stop on the floor meeting room stayed. He took a glance from you, “I need to discuss something with you. Privately.”

Why this lonely session with him always happened when Butcher was there, in ghost mode? Homelander couldn’t see him, right? You chuckled to yourself inside your head, nervously. There was no way he could see him. Your ability was beyond his x-ray visions. Just people who you would turn ghost mode with them touching Butcher would be able to see him. In other words, people had to touch themselves in order to being able to see, touch and hear each other in ghost mode. That was something you were working on. You weren’t some lazy supe. In your free times, mostly at midnights when world became more silence and no one to disturb, you were strength the way your mind and power work. You were powerful, indeed but you needed to be more each day. If you would risk face and fight with Homelander, probably with other team members too, you had to gain the full potential.

  You reached at your destination in silence. Even Butcher didn’t say a word about this event. He knew he should go and search the place before your energy run out but he chose to stay on your side. He just said, “I will make sure the cunt don’t planning anything stupid.” You wanted to tell him that you were going to be okay and Homelander wouldn’t do anything stupid like hurting her. Even if his current state was a bit weird, you knew he wouldn’t lay a hand on you. Why you believed in him this much was another question you wanted to think later.

You noted that you should work on gaining an ability of talking with people who was in ghost mode throughout your mind connection. This would be so helpful for both of you and Butcher because this wouldn’t be last time you turned him to ghost mode.

Homelander showed you his seat. Wait, did he really wanted you to sit on his chair which no one was allowing to touch? Butcher didn’t look his gesture surprised him. He even looked like he knew what will come next. He has been known Homelander more than you thanks to their odd bond that became stronger with each year, each event. Especially, after having a common special person, Ryan.

“C’mon!” Homelander smiled, “Sit.”

He was so weird today. Two hours ago, he was so stable and good towards you but now, he was sounding like a maniac who had no control of his actions. Seeing his this side saddened you because you thought you was the only person on the team who he hadn’t act rude, hush and sadistic.

Without saying a thing, you sat down on his chair, leaned your back on to it in order to show Homelander how you didn’t feel fear if this was his plan to do, making you be afraid of him. Maybe he was get irritated from your determined confident state.

“So, Y/n,” His voice sent your core a sharp feeling. His strong grips rested on your shoulders. He wasn’t hurting you but he surely held you tightly. Butcher on the other hand stayed a step apart from your hand, ready to punch Homelander if he becomes harmful for you. You felt safe even if Butcher didn’t have any particular power against him. He was ready to fight with him without having power and for you, this was something powerful and admirable. “From what I learned, you are doing so well with your tasks.”

“I didn’t know you were checking on me.” How further he would go for following your actions?

He chuckled, “I am the leader of this team Y/n. Of course I would check on you as well as others.” Should you feel relaxed because of knowing you weren’t the only one who he was checking or nervous because indeed, he knew how you acted on your missions?

“Right.” You said, calmly. In order to don’t be so nervous around Homelander your eyes were fixed on Butcher’ calm face. Hearing your bumping heart beats would give him power.

Butcher took a glance from Homelander’s body behind you. “He is bluffing bluff. He will not do anything.” His hand touched your, rested on the table in front of you. His rough but warm hand made you took a deep breath. You were glad how he acted in this situation, not leaving your side, contrast, making you calm and relax. “He needs people around him. He can’t do shit without them. Includin’ you.”

While Butcher touch was giving you calm, Homelander’s one was giving treat. If there was any other person on your sit, except Butcher, they would freak out right now. Homelander’s aura was so heavy to carry for most of the people but not you.

Homelander bent over ‘till his mouth touched your left ear. You didn’t move. You even didn’t flinch to this closeness. Unlike feeling nervous, you felt some strange feelings on your chest, like excitement. Like liking this closeness but you shouldn’t have, especially Butcher was right in front of you, making you feel guilt for liking any second of Homelander’s touches last. Why you felt like this was wrong due to your relationship with Butcher even if you didn’t name it. You weren’t at a stage to give a name on it anyway and inner voices of your mind were telling you that you wouldn’t put a name no matter how much you wanted. William Butcher’s heart was belonged to his dead-wife. Still.

Homelander’s very close voice caught your attention from your thoughts to him, “However, you are different.” He sounded genuine. “You are not the rest of them, a bunch of useless individuals who calls themselves as hero.” He shook his head negatively, “No, no, no. You are not like them.” Somehow he was different. He was so open with you right now and he was being sincere about his thoughts. “You are much more like me.”

“No, you are not.” Butcher added.

“They are not able to understand your power. But I do.” His two fingers held you by chin, lifting you head up to make your eyes meet with his shiny blue eyes. Butcher’s face was no longer in your sight but you felt how his hands run from your hand to arm. His other free hand touched you from your thigh. Both of them were so fucking close. They were touching you with different motives. Homelander’s motive was to make you focus on him more, and his liking on touching you wasn’t a secret. On the other hand, Butcher’s motives were blurry for you. You couldn’t tell why he was became this possessive about you after Homelander’s touch on your chin.

Even though you wanted to deny, their touches didn’t irritate you, instead, you liked both. What a sick situation you were in. Aiden would freak the fuck out if he was here.

However, he wasn’t. There was no one in this huge room except you and two men whose touches were burning your skin alive.

With hearing your heart’s new fast beat rhythm, Homelander smirked, “We are the only one who can understand each other.” Why his words sounded true? “You and I. Together, we can make a great team.” He was asking you to take place on his side, permanently, and the one which the whole world would know. He was asking you to be his right-hand man, maybe more than that.

“That cunt is lying, Y/n,” Butcher’s voice got your attention from Homelander’s both beautiful and attractive face to him. Wait, did you find Homelander attractive? What the hell was going on with you?

You took a deep breath while Homelander’s didn’t move even an inch, still making his hot breaths hit your pink colored face, and holding you from chin, gently this time. His blue eyes were traveling on your heated up face. From this close, you could see your own reflection from his eyes.

You wanted to break free from his touch because Butcher’s heavy breaths were filling your ears, trying to take your attention. “He will get rid of you as soon as you done something wrong like he did to others.” Was this true? Were you some doll for him to use ‘till you become useless like rest of them? Even if logical side of your brain told you Butcher was telling truth, a deep and low voice hit other facts to your face; facts that you wanted be different in Homelander’s eyes.

You had to get out this situation, “Homelander –“

From your voice tone, he understood that you were going to say no. That’s was when he shush by saying, “No, no.” He smiled, caressing your chin, still gently to your surprise, “I will give you time to think and you will think.”

When you didn’t respond, his hold became stronger, “Right?”

You wanted to say ‘no’. You wanted to say him that you couldn’t do this to Butcher and the boys. You shouldn’t.

However, you couldn’t say a single word to him as a negative respond. You just nodded, making him put a proud and succeeded smile on his face. Butcher’s hold on your body lost their full force. You didn’t want to upset him. But there was no logical other way to get rid of this situation any sooner.

“I will inform Ashley when you come with an answer to me.” He was thinking you was going to say ‘yes’ after your inner discussion. “Don’t make me wait, Y/n.” He said, and with one last caress to your chin, he straightened his posture. You had to look up to see his face. He smiled at you. Then, he left the room slowly. You waited ‘till hearing his flying from tower to somewhere else which was about 4 minutes at total.

After hearing it, you took deep breaths. Butcher was no longer touching you, instead, he was standing in front of you, looking at your face with an unreadable expression like always but it felt heavier this time.

“I –“

When you began to talk in such guilt as he heard as well, he nodded, “Not now.” He said, “We will discuss it when we reach the flat. Now, we have to act according to plan.”

With his last warming looking about closing this case right now, he began to walk towards doors, you behind him.

Questions were biting your whole mind with their hunger, but one of them was eating you alive; why you both felt guilt and love at the same time. Guilt for the man who was your safe and calm zone and love for the last person you should be with in the whole world.

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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.

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[madwomansapologist]

coffee+ queen maeve

coffee — what are their romantic tropes?

⤷ with: queen maeve

Work colleagues + Forced proximity + Sunny vs grumpy = true love.

Grief rules Maeve. Grief for what she have seen. Ehat she have done. What she haven't. Maeve miss her past, the long gone times were she believe her actions mattered. Maeve miss not having bloody hands, fake smiles, pretend stories. Maeve miss so much, she desires to come back to that old time with such a strenght, that it all had turned into grief.

And when your only company is grief, it uses masks. Her grief was mascared as rage. As distrust. As self-preservation. And when you hate yourself so much, anyone who is what you once desired will be hated.

And with a sweet person, a hopeful but practical sweet person, her hate would be endless. To see you trying to save other and succeding, to see you able to use the media at your favor, to see you losing but yet believing that better things will come: Maeve will see her old self on you, and she would despise it.

What a better way to make her understand her feelings than to not give her space? The reason is up to Vought. Maybe the endless recordings of musics, films, jingles. Maybe with photoshots, interviews, events that never end. It don't matter how, the only thing she can't stand is to be next to you. So of course it is what will make her come to a conclusion about her feelings.

Just give time some time. One day Maeve will realize she would rather see your sincere smiles than your tears. And with more time, she will understand she wants to be the reason for your smiles.

All it will take is a little bit of patience.

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[dustylava]

English is not my native language, so, i'm so sorry.

Weddings are a rather strange event. Especially, if you don't visit them often enough and don't know, too well, what to do and how to do. So your beloved, too, found herself in such a strange situation. Not only that, is she not Queen Maeve here, but just Margaret. Not a heroine, just a Y/n's girlfriend. So, moreover, she doesn't know anyone here. Of course, Maeve is not a coward, but Margaret was still worried.

There weren't too many guests at this wedding, and Margaret didn't know anyone here, except you. But the situation improved quite quickly. Surprisingly, the guests were very nice and friendly people. No one treated her like a supe, on the contrary, Margaret was here, Margaret, your girlfriend. She didn't need to be responsible for anything, other than herself. At this wedding, she is as ordinary a guest, as the others. She was here, because the bride asked you to give her an invitation, and the bride was very glad, that Margaret accepted it. But still, before the group photos, Margaret was asked, with apologizing and with a request, not to take it for rudeness, whether she agrees to be in the pictures, and if she wants, all the photos, in which she will be depicted, will go exclusively to the family album and nowhere else. -So... They won't be posted on the Internet? -If you say that, then yes, no one will post photos, where you are, even a glimpse. The wedding was going very well. Without much luxury, but cozy. Seeing your beloved relax more and more, you were more and more happy. But that's not the point now.

Having faithfully fulfilled your duties, as a bridesmaid, you, with a pure soul, went to the set table, to help the groom's sister with treats, and, at the same time, steal the best pieces of different dishes for yourself and Maggie. The table was full of various dishes and desserts, drinks and snacks, which, for the most part, were prepared by the bride herself, your grandmother.

You periodically glanced at Margaret, who, sitting next to the newlyweds, listened to your grandmother's story, about how happy she finally is. She is glad, that after so many years of an unhappy marriage, with her first a drunkard husband, who, thanks God, left her, she can live a happy life, with a decent and loving man, even if not for very long. And the story of a newly-made husband, who put his whole life into hard work, and in the end, got nothing. But, on the other hand, now he is here, next to the most beautiful and amazing, kind and sympathetic woman in the world. Well, once again, let their marriage not be too long, but it will be the happiest.

-They look so happy... - Margaret, coming up to you, looked back at, now, husband and wife. -Yes... - You smiled, handing her a plate of salad. - Grandmama dreamed of being a happy wife all her life. Leon is a good man, - you, too, looked at them. - I'm glad, they're together. Maggie just looked at your grandmother and her husband with a soft smile. - They both deserve to be happy... There are not many moments in life, when Queen Maeve feels absolutely calm and relaxed. Now, for some reason, she feels such a pleasant, homely and warm atmosphere. Margaret wanted to say, that she was glad to be here, that everything was becoming so magical and beautiful with you, but looking at your peaceful, almost dreamy expression, she just gently put her arm around your waist and kissed your temple.

-When uncle Leon and aunt Marina kissed each other, why did everyone counted? - The youngest guest has approached you, and, concurrently, the current husband's youngest niece. She was holding an almost empty glass of juice in both hands. -Do you want more juice? - Maggie leaned a little closer to the girl. In response, she, again, stared at her with admiring eyes and nodded. The non-heroine smiled, purring: "okay, give me a glass," and, after a couple of moments, gave it back, filled with cherry juice. -This is a tradition. - While you were explaining, Lilya thanked your beloved. - So it turns out, that what figure we got, while Leon and Marina were kissing, that's how many years they will live in a happy marriage, or how much they love each other. It's not that serious, but rather like entertainment for guests. -And how many did we count..? -23. - Maggie fixed your hair a little. -That's a lot... - Lilya sipped her juice carefully. -Well, let's hope, it will be longer and stronger. - The youngest nodded in agreement and went to her mother, promising to come back to you again.

Margaret kissed you gently on the forehead. -At the beginning of the ceremony, she came up to me and, blushing deeply, said, that I looked like a princess. And then, she ran away. -Well, it's true. - You took your love by the hand, looking her straight in the eyes. - In this dress, you really look like the most beautiful princess... -Oh, really? - The woman stretched out in a satisfied smile. - And I thought, that I'am the queen and you are my princess. -As you say, my Highness. - You kissed Queen Maeve's hand. She was about to pull you into a deep kiss, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Marina getting up an improvised pedestal. -I'm going to help her. - In response, you nodded. Turning back to the table, you saw a plate of salad, left by Margaret. This salad looked too appetizing.

You were so busy with a delicious snack, that you missed the moment, when the newly-made wife threw her bouquet. More precisely, you just didn't get up in a bunch. You've made your choice. Sorry, the bride's bouquet, but this salad and these rolls are out of competition. But the bride's bouquet decided otherwise. It flew through the whole small crowd of lined up women, and fell almost next to you. You only noticed it, when you heard laughter.

Without letting go of the glass of delicious wine, you looked at the bouquet, and then at the guests. -Ladies, I'm exchange the bouquet for a cake. -You will not exchange anything! - In a playful anger, Margaret picked up the bouquet and, removing the glass from your hands, kissed you. Your grandmother quickly shouting: "one!" And all the guests picked up the count.

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[mlmxreader]

Sneaking Around | Queen Maeve x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Hey! I hope you’re doing well! May I request "You never play that song unless if you're in a really good mood, what's going on?" With Queen Mauve?

summary: Maeve has to cut a deal to make sure her ass is covered when she goes to see you, but at least she knows it’s worth it. 

tws: drinking, smoking, swearing, mentions of drug use 

word count: 1125

Maeve was rarely able to sneak away to see you, given that the chip that every Supe had been issues would have told Homelander where you were, but she had cut a deal with Noir; in exchange for her letting him borrow a sword, he would cover her ass and make sure that no one was looking where she was going for the next few days. Sure, she snuck away to get drunk or high or both or to see Butcher and the Boys, but when it came to you, she needed to make sure that things were safe; she needed to make sure that you were protected above all else, she couldn’t have Homelander going after you. You meant too much. You were too much to her for her to be willing to put your neck in the noose. She needed to make that deal with Noir, she needed to be careful, she needed to make sure that every track was covered and that there were no witnesses; but as she let herself in through the side gate, dressed down in just a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt, she could feel herself start to relax a little. 

Maeve found you at the bottom of the garden, shielded by the large grey umbrella and relaxing in your chair as a little speaker played ‘Hardcore’ by Beast In Black, she took the seat nearest to you and stole a swig from your drink, wincing a little; iced Red Bull never did seem to be enjoyable, and she couldn’t stomach the taste, putting it back down. 

She took note of the song, tilting her head to the side as she looked at you with furrowed brows. “You never play that song unless if you’re in a really good mood, what’s going on?”

“You’re staying for the next couple of days,” you explained with a grin, “it’s not often that my girlfriend gets to actually spend more than an hour with me.” 

Maeve smiled, running a hand through her hair as she bit at the inside of her lip. “That’s if Noir keeps up his end of the deal… fucking bastard will probably rat me out.” 

“I doubt it,” you shook your head. “Noir’s… he’s one of the nicer ones - or at least, he seems to be.” 

“He’s better than fucking Homelander,” she huffed. “I take it Annie came over, though.” 

You hummed as you nodded, clearing your throat and taking a swig from your drink, watching how Maeve looked at you with obvious disapproval. “Yeah, she did - y’know, there’s whiskey inside if you want it. Full bottle of Grant’s, just behind the pint glasses.” 

“Do you have any tobacco?” She asked, and when you nodded, she smiled, getting up and taking your almost empty glass with her, but you caught her wrist gently, pulling her down so that you could press a soft kiss to her forehead. 

Maeve was tough, probably the toughest person you ever knew, and she was powerful, but you knew how much she liked the little gestures; the forehead kisses, keeping whiskey in the cupboard for her, keeping a section of your wardrobe for her clothes, making sure that you had her favourite snacks stocked up. Sure, she could be cynical and she often scoffed at any good news and explained all the different bad things about it, but you didn’t mind that; she was realistic, that was all, realistic and more than aware of what things meant. You liked that about her, you always did; from the second she had seen you and immediately insulted you, you knew you had liked her. That never changed. You were certain that it never would.

When she returned, holding the whiskey and tobacco and papers and filters and a glass of iced Red Bull, you couldn’t help but to grin at her, which made her smile back as she put your glass down beside you and placed the whiskey by her chair; she let the tobacco and other things fall into her lap as she looked at you with a raised brow. 

“You want one?”

“I had one not long ago, but fuck it, why not?” You shrugged, pulling the lighter out of your pocket and clearing your throat. “Y’know, I wish things were more simple.” 

“What do you mean?” She dared to meet your gaze as she licked the paper and folded it down. 

“I mean, not having to hide all the time,” you admitted. “Y’know, not having to worry about Homelander. Not having to make deals with Supes just to get a couple days together.” 

Maeve nodded, sighing as she tucked the cigarette behind her ear and swallowed thickly; sure, she thought it would have been nice to be an open and out couple, to act and to be like a normal couple. But she knew that she couldn’t; until she was free from Vought for good, such a thing would never be possible. She doubted that she would be free from Vought unless a miracle happened, like if she lost her powers, or if she was replaced; she was too marketable for them, she was too much of a cash cow for them to get rid of her. Vought had her tightly grasped in their iron fist, but fuck, she didn’t have wish she could break free. 

“Maybe one day,” she said with a slight growl. “If those fuckers ever let me go.” 

Passing a cigarette to you, Maeve leaned back and took the one from behind her ear, putting it between her lips and lighting it when you passed her a lighter; she took a long drag, and sighed heavily. 

“I know,” you said quietly. “But it ain’t half a nice thought.” 

She hummed in agreement, swallowing thickly again and leaning over to open the bottle of whiskey; she took a swig, and sighed as she put it back down. “This is good shit, (y/n), where’d you get it?”

“It was a gift,” you shrugged, daring to smile at her. “Y’know that old lady who I sometimes clean for?” 

She nodded. “The one next door?”

“That’s the one,” you nodded back. “She didn’t have any cash at one point, so she gave me a bottle of whiskey instead - said she didn’t want me to go home empty handed.” 

Maeve chuckled. “You should ask if you can do her cleaning for whiskey instead of cash if this is the shit she’s giving out.” 

“Please, I feel bad enough taking cash,” you laughed softly, scratching the back of your neck. “Besides, what would I tell her? My girlfriend really fucking likes her taste in whiskey so can she please pay me in bottles of fucking Grant’s?”

“More or less.” 

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[bellelvrs]

Hello! I have an idea, what if reader tries to break up with homelander and he doesn’t take that too well. Like he’s smashing stuff, “ you can’t break up with me”, etc. it’s perfectly okay if you don’t do this 😁 it’s just a thought.

A/N - SORRY THIS IS LATE THE OLD COPY GOT ACCIDENTALLY DELETED!! Thank you for this idea though, I was super inspired by this prompt! LOVE the idea of writing Homelander as the psychotic monster he is, and how he interacts with those around them. Especially those he loves ;)

UNTIL DEATH / HOMELANDER

summary - never break up with Homelander.

warnings - swearing, abusive behavior, dub/non con (no explicit nsfw), violence

a/n - gn reader, 1298 words

Careful eyes glared at the monster who lay ever so comfortably in your lap. Hair like a golden crop of hay, so sleek and prim, yet dark streaks seemed to spread. You wondered if the color was natural.

‘Y/n.’ Homelander murmured, half of his face buried in your thighs.

Numbness had infected and settled into your body. You couldn’t even touch him. No thoughts, no words could be conjured up in this grey feeling. This abyss you seemed to be helplessly falling through. All due to your idiocy. You idiot. How could you not kno-

‘Yes?’ Your eyes averted to the wall ahead of you.

‘Y’know that gala Vought’s hosting this weekend for all the charity programs and their reps?’

‘Mm,’ after all these years with him, you had learned how to steady your heart beat, ‘what about it?’

Nonetheless, the anticipation induced a nauseating anxiety. Your heart gradually began to race, a cold sweat accumulated on your brow.

Homelander often did not scare you. Yes, he was very much an intimidating figure, but beneath that facade of the perfect American hero was a soft, sad boy.

Things were different now. You caught a glimpse of reality after reveling in the paradise he brought into your life. The home, the money, the protection, the love. Something you used to only dream of. Those days spent in that studio on the borders of the Eastside. No family, no job. Just hope and youth. You wished to be a supe, one that could rewrite time. One that could right all the wrongs, replace the rushed choices of young adulthood. Or maybe one that could pop heads.

That might be easier.

‘I want you to come with me.’ Homelander said, fixing his position so he could look at you.

‘I-um…why?’ You knew why.

‘I just think it’s time I introduce you to The Seven. The media. My team already got some PR stunts planned, I ordered some designer for you to show up in and all that bullshit.’ His gaze felt like a blade piercing into your skin. Intense, sharp. ‘I want to show you off.’

It was time.

‘I-‘

A beat.

‘No.’ You shook your head, wriggling out from under him. He sat up, blatant confusion painted on his face.

‘No?’

You stood up, head hanging low, palm on forehead. Before you could let any more words slip, you had to think. Process what you had to say. Every sentence must be presented with perfection, in fear that repercussions would be fatal.

‘Look, I just, I can’t.’ You said, stumbling over your words.

With the entire apartment dimly lit, it only seemed to enhance how menacing his presence was. It was almost as if a dark, crimson aura fit the outline of his silhouette. The radiance of the cityscape danced against the definition of every muscle and bone. Shadows fell from the features of his face. He stood and approached you, causing you to instinctively draw back.

‘What do you mean you can’t?’ He sneered with a puzzled grin.

‘Homelander, we need to talk-‘

‘I don’t get why you’re making this more difficult than it should be,’

The sound of his gloved fist flexing rang through your ears like a siren.

‘I mean I’ve already prepared everything…I’ve done all the dirty work and now you want to back out?’ Homelander chuckled, hands on his hips.

‘I don’t want to fucking go. Can you just let me spea-‘

‘Jesus, y/n, just say yes. It’s one night, you don’t even have to do anything hard, so stop being a brat.’

Homelander turned to face the city, blocking it’s illumination. You cursed under your breath, slamming your hand on the kitchen counter beside you. He wasn’t used to rejection, especially from you.

‘Why are you being like this?’ For once, he spoke softly.

He’s just a sensitive little boy. That’s all he is. All he will ever be.

Life was so precious, and you had just started to live it. The thrill of first class living, the luxuries and connections it offered. The way he came to you with open arms, the strongest, most loving superhero the world had ever met. Everything, every last detail, item and action, was for you. All for you.

But at what cost?

‘I saw the Flight 37 video.’

Both of you struggled within the silence. Air caught in your lungs, every breath grasping for more than your body could take. Homelander, seemingly serene, massaged his temples and let out a laugh. A laugh. Something sinister hid behind that face. That pristine, calculated, manufactured face. Nothing about him was natural or real. An artificial man molded from lies.

‘Y/n, come on-‘

‘At first I didn’t believe it to be you. I denied that you could do such a thing.’ Heavy tears trapped at the rim of your eye line.

‘But I know that face,’ Your lip trembled, ‘I know what you can…be like. And-and I can’t turn a blind eye to something so horrible, Homelander. It just makes me think, what if else have you done? What other fucked up things, huh?’

Not a single sound left him.

‘I mean, murdering kids? Seriously? You let all those innocents die?’

Homelander clicked his jaw, ‘What are you gonna do y/n?’

Brow furrowed, you felt your blood go ablaze.

‘Hm?’ He turned his head to the side, not completely making eye contact with you.

‘I’m leaving you, you vile, sadistic son of a bit-‘

Shattered glass fall onto the ground like raindrops. A heated ray of light tears through the walls and the couch as if they were thin sheets of paper. Furniture incinerated into oblivion.

A shock of adrenaline runs through every limb in your body. Frantically, you rummage through every drawer in search of a weapon. There’s no use, but it seems right in the moment. A chef knife glistens, catching your eye. In good condition, but child’s play against a man like Homelander.

He turns to face you with a predacious stare. His chest is heaving with rage, eyes still aglow.

‘I swear to god, if you come near me you fucking psychopath!’ You blurt, presenting the knife.

‘Don’t talk to me like that you little bitch!’ Homelander growls, pointing a finger as he quickly makes his way toward you.

Panic drowns your sanity as you attempt to escape from the kitchen. Before you could even lift yourself to jump over the counter, he grabs the back of your neck and aggressively pulls you away.

‘Let me go! Let me go!’ You screech, a guttural, terrified scream following.

‘Oh no,’ Homelander flipped you around, pushing you against the edge of the counter before delicately wrapping his entire hand around your neck. Your body slightly lifted from the ground.

‘No, no, no.’ Homelanders face twitched with anger, ‘You aren’t going anywhere. You are mine.’

A few pathetic whimpers left your throat. Struggling against his weight only made his grip become tighter.

‘Oh look at you. Tsk, tsk.’ Homelander teased. ‘Tell me, who showed you the video? Did your slutty ass fuck some lousy pap for it?’

Trembling aggressively, you could only release grunts of pain and fear. His growing erection pushed into your hip as he held you against the counter.

‘Such a puny little thing. Admit it, you need me.’ At this point, Homelander only spoke to himself. Rather than talking to you, he admired how you squirmed and cried. Pain looked beautiful on you.

‘The only time we will ever be separate is when you’re dead in the ground.’

That smile. That wicked, crazed smile.

‘And I’ll decide when that happens.’

Homelander pressed a desperate, hungry kiss onto your puffed lips, sitting you down on the cold marble to spread your legs.

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[blindmagdalena]

How do you think John felt when Maeve broke up with him? For the longest time while watching S1, I’d thought he didn’t really give a shit but once S3 came along, it seemed like he was … genuinely heartbroken?

if you haven't, I highly recommend checking out this deleted scene from s1! the dynamic between Homelander and Maeve really suffered for their scenes being cut, and I think that fact carries into s2/s3, where we really see any attempts at a coherent narrative between them fall apart. aaahhh, this got long, so I'm putting it under a cut!

in that deleted scene, which is a great follow up to the "why did we break up?" conversation they had in s1e03, we get more context for their breakup, which was a lot more recent than I think people realize. Homelander says that two years ago was when he first noticed Maeve starting to pull away from him, and that before that, she never hesitated to be affectionate with him. SOMETHING happened two years ago, but we have no idea what. Maeve counters that it had nothing to do with her, and that he was sleeping around, which John doesn't deny. my theory is that it was in fact a combination of both. we've seen that Homelander is an intensely needy dude. his ego needs constant stroking, he's also probably hypersexual. he likely associates emotional fulfillment of any kind with sex. I'd imagine in no small part due to Madelyn grooming him since he was 18, according to the Diabolical short. I have my own issues with how that choice recontextualizes Madelyn's character in a weird way, but that's another story. meanwhile, what Homelander says about Maeve to Starlight during s1 is "I can't remember Maeve giving a shit about anyone." he clearly has a lot of issues around Maeve's emotional unavailability. even when they were a couple, he was seeking emotional validation from outside sources. Maeve might be using that to scapegoat the breakup she always wanted. who knows? according to later canon, she hated him all along, which... I disagree with narratively, and dislike the light it puts her character arc in, but again, I digress. to answer directly, I don't think John takes the breakup seriously. he never got the emotional connection he wanted from Maeve, or at least not enough of one, so nothing really changed between them other than they stopped acting like a couple publicly, and maybe stopped sleeping together. he still calls her babe, he's clearly still very possessive over her ("If I ever really thought that you'd fallen for someone else, I just... I don't think I could handle it." "Together forever."), and in that deleted scene he's warning her to stay sharp because people are killing supes. he's concerned for her, though probably more as an extension of himself than for her own sake. and then comes the confrontation in s3. like I said earlier, I have... issues with how Maeve and John were handled from s1 onward. I think cutting away all the nuance to say that Maeve hated him all along just like Crimson Countess hated Soldier Boy all along is lame and lazy. is Maeve saying she always hated him just to hurt him? maybe. it's pretty on brand for her. I'd say that Homelander definitely DID have strong feelings about Maeve. throughout that scene he is incredibly reluctant to actually fight her. Maeve isn't unbreakable, she shattered her arm catching a bus. I'm sure Homelander could have rocked her shit if he really wanted to. ultimately, my opinion is that their relationship is a lot messier than the writers were either willing or able to get into, and that is a huge shame imo. boiling his feelings for her down to just wanting the perfect superhuman partner and her hating him from the get-go is some unseasoned chicken nonsense that takes so much away from their development as people. I don't think John was always this bad, and I don't think Maeve was always this callous. I think they're both broken, jaded people with a deeply complicated history.

#the boys meta #homelander x maeve #phew sorry this is pretty rambly i just have a lot of thoughts on the matter #homelander #queen maeve #homelander headcanons #ask and you shall receive

[tonixe]

My prerogative 2

n.o.t.e.s - Yeehaw, @bunnimu

Part 2 of My Prerogative

w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, gore topics, organs.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g -Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader

w.c. - 1189

4 weeks passed supposed off the accident happened. It was downtown New York, a few blocks away from your apartment. The Police and reinforcement and newscasters were there trying to find evidence of the massacre of human organs scattered in the alleyway.

'DAILY NEWS A BRUTAL MURDER HAPPENED IN DOWNTOWN NEW YORK,' the news headlines read.

It was a brutal scene; some sure came to the scene; it was something. Just to your luck, one theme was Homelander at the scene. It was interesting that a high-standing superhero was at the scene of the low massacre.

"She really gave us a show," he murmured with a little smile, his hand behind his back.

'VOUGHT' read from the building standpoint, home of the wonderous superhero as the seven. It must be pretty good working alongside superheroes; it must be a dream come true.

It really wasn't. But hey, you would do anything for the hefty paycheck that came into the mailbox, paying your bills. You scanned your id badge on your lanyard and walked into the bright building, holding your bag with you as you came to the elevator. Today was better than the week you had, especially with your crappy boss.

'DING' the elevator stops on the floor you're on as you entered in.

You felt better about today; you got a full night of rest, and you even got the time to make some coffee for yourself. Today was your day, bathing couldn't ruin it, you thought to yourself.

Pressing the floor buttons on the elevator panel onto the 68th floor, the elevator music pinning into the elevator; you stand on the side of the elevator until you hear some yelling.

"Wait! Hold the elevator!" a feminine voice ranged; you immediately press the opening elevator button, letting the women in before the elevator door was closed.

"Thank you so much!" she pants; she was holding a bunch of paperwork in her hands. "Busy schedule?" you respond, motioning to the paper she was holding.

"Uh, yes..mhm!" she responded as she look down, looking at her shoes.

"So, what department are you in" you place your hand on your hip as you stare at the shorter woman.

"Office management."

"PR"

After that, the silence was comfortable, more settling than what happened between and homelander.

"Oh, shit, could you press floor 38, please!"

"Sure thing" you pressed the floor on the elevator panel, and after that, some more silence settled in it wasn't awkward but better.

'Ding!" the elevator stopped at her station, and she stepped out, "Well, it was nice to meet you; oh wait," she stepped back before the elevator should close, "what's your name?"

"Y/N"

"Eliza, bye!" she waved as she ran to her office station; the elevator door closing as you only saw her brown hair in the wind.

It was refreshing to see a Vought employee not being a bitch to you, but I think today even improved for you, especially.

'Ding,' the elevator doors open, and you step out, walking to your office cubic with a bit of pep.

You didn't have to contact any stupid heroes, especially homelander. No whining, nothing from your boss; you opened the door to your office and sat down.

A big smile spreads across your face; nothing could go wrong or turn your body to face your computer.

Until your office door opened, the clanking of heels could be sounded in the silent office, gaining the attention of other people. It was a red-headed woman coming near you, holding a couple of folders in her hands.

You immediately turn your body away, hiding your face away from her, but it was completely useless. "Miss Y/N, isn't it right?"

You turned your body to her, "Yes, what do you need?"

"Straight to the point, I love it. My name is Ashley, and I want to give you a promotion of a lifetime! courtesy of Vought; if you can follow me to discuss further, that would be nice". She said.

"Sure.." you got up from your seat and followed her. You were an isolated space away from anyone, "Okay, so Y/N, this a wonderful opportunity for you. It's not a lie that you're a super, right?" She started, your eyebrows furrowed when she said 'supe.'

"What do you mean.." you respond to her accusation.

"Aren't you a supe, right? Well, we wanted you to tell us that you can become a professional supe, save people and be an inspiration to everyone, and also have a seat with the seven"

"What happened to transculent?

"Well, it's something I can't explain to you, especially, but..." she turned her head, "Would be a better step up than to work in a small office cubic.."

"How do you know?"

You immediately flipped her body and slammed her into the wall, grabbing her neck.

"How the fuck you know, Ashley. I'll snap your throat in half right now.."

She grasped your hand on your throat, and she slowly struggled against your strength. the clasp of boots echoed in the hallway, and a faint sight of an American flag was in your peripheral vision.

"Dammit" you took your hands off her throat. As Ashley rubbed her neck, with the faint grasp of your hand, the red mark was still on her skin.

You stepped away from her, as you stared at Homelander emerged from the shadows literally..

"You know, Y/N, that was a good stunt you pulled off earlier.." he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him. You bit your lips, "What the fuck do you want!" you barked at him.

"I guess Ashley didn't tell you yet, Join the Seven," he responded with a small smile. "Im not good at math, but isn't there supposed to be 7 people, not 8" you respond.

Ashley was still on the floor, as she looked between you and the homelander. Her face was still expressed a bit of fear as you were yelling at homelander.

"Well, transculent missing, so you would still have a chance to be in there besides your power, and the seven would be better than what that cheap semitransparent cocksucker has.."

"Well, there's no way that happening" Take a step back, in case you had to run.

"Oh, sweetie, even you know that running is useless.." he looked at you.

You back up away from him, as you took a deep breath, and broke into a sprint, even though you were warned, you didn't listen.

The last thing you heard was some murmuring from the homelander.

Running into some Vought employees as you pushed some away, damn, who knew this building was so big, it was even hard with your heel pinching your feet.

You were stumbling as you tried to push some of the employees away from you. You saw a brief look of another super, 'Wait, was that..queen Maeve" you thought,

Before you notice it is too late, the last thing you saw was black, as you feel your body thrown over something like a ragdoll.

Today wasn't a good one, especially for you.

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