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[effemar]

[hughiecampbelle]

Supe Preference: Asking You Out

Requested: hi, idk if you write for the supes, but I will try request anyway :D how would the supes ( the boys series) ask a gn reader out? Ty - anon

A/N: I hope this is okay my love! I tried to stay true to character as much as possible, so I'm not sure how romantic some of them are. I tried writing for new Supes too, at least new for me, so apologies if it's not totally in character! Feedback is always appreciated! 💜💜💜

Homelander doesn't exactly ask you out. Rather, on live TV during an interview or event, he grabs your hand and proclaims that you're in love, that you're a couple. Whether or not you're into him, it still comes as a shock. Afterwards he'll ask you on a date where the public and paparazzi can see and take pictures. It's not as intimate as you'd like, but the date goes well. He takes you to an expensive restaurant where you've gotten rid of your suit for something classy and elegant, but he sticks with his regular attire. It's definitely not how you were expecting to be asked out or how you thought your relationship would progress. Ashley thinks it's great! You are both insanely powerful and, for selfish reasons, she wants Homelander off her back. She appreciates that you'll take some of the attention off her.

The Deep probably makes more than a few inappropriate, crude, raunchy jokes about and around you before he properly introduces himself. It's almost compulsive the way his jokes come out. He just can't help himself. He later apologizes and asks to start fresh. Would you want to go out on a date with him? When you say yes, he instantly tells you about all his ideas. You could go to the aquarium or to dinner or to the amusement park or coffee or whatever you want to do. You stick to coffee. It's pretty cute how excited he is. He wasn't expecting you to say yes, so he really didn't have it planned all the way through. He was expecting, like everyone else in his life, for you to call him stupid and move on without answering.

A-Train and you have been dating forever, but you haven't been out on a date in ages. He's still shy trying to ask you out even now. Of course you say yes, excited you'll get some time alone. You might have to reschedule once or twice because Homelander is on the rampage, but when you do get together, he takes you rollerskating. Despite how fast he is in sneakers, he's awful on wheels. He holds your hand the entire time and definitely drags you down when he falls. He stays pretty casual in his clothes and tries to keep his hood up, but it just falls down. You guys find a roller-rink in the middle of nowhere, so you're pretty safe in being discovered. You make fun of his clumsiness and check him for bruises when he falls, especially hard. He makes the same joke over and over: that he "fell" for you. You think he's an idiot, but this is by far one of your most favorite dates.

Queen Maeve asks you out over text. When you say yes, she shows up in her civilian clothes. She makes sure she isn't followed and that Homelander is distracted the entire day. She takes you to the movies. It's dark and secluded, but she knows you love movie theater popcorn specifically with all the butter and the blue raspberry slushies, and you picked the only movie not funded by or produced by Vought. It's a really terrible comedy, but you two can laugh at it anyway. Maeve even holds your hand during the movie which makes her heart beat out of her chest. Afterwards she makes you stay after to kiss you and tell you she had a really great time. It's the first time in forever where she's felt like a real person whose allowed to do real person things. She wants to get your read on it, but you're both excited for a second date.

Firecracker would ask you on a date to some fast food restaurant where you can get the best greasy food and the thickest milkshakes. She'll definitely be sported because she doesn't go incognito and ends up spending a few minutes at least taking pictures and videos for everyone who wants one. She apologizes for them, but secretly, she loves it. You don't mind. You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to the date. She tells you about her life growing up and her past with Starlight. You tell her about your own life and how you came to New York to follow your dreams. She tells you about joining The Seven and what she really thinks of Vought. It isn't the most magical date, but you're glad you said yes. It made you feel like a teenager again, getting food with your old crush, trying to play it cool when you're actually freaking out.

Soldier Boy doesn't really ask you out on a date. You two *get busy* in bed and afterwards he asks if you'd want to go to a bar. You say yes and find yourself at a local hole in the wall, a place that definitely doesn't see new faces. Most of the patrons are as old as Ben would be if he'd aged. He looks so familiar to them, but they can't figure out where he's from. An old friend? An old co-worker? Regardless, they don't pay attention to the two of you. You and Ben start trying to out drink one another and though his tolerance is astronomically higher than yours, you keep up enough to impress him. You two probably go back to bed and keep drinking, sharing stories about your lives between sweaty sheets and shared sips of whatever booze he has lying around. It's not too official, but you both kind of think of it as a date.

Bonus! Annie asks you to go bowling with her. Like in the show, she plays it off like she's not very good until you point it out to her. That's when she starts kicking your ass. She's really embarrassed and worried that you'll think she's showing off or just trying to make you feel bad, but you love it. You love her strength. You love her showing off and almost breaking the pins with the ball. You get really awful bowling alley food and beers, and it's a really fun night despite all the drama that comes with being Starlight. It's the first time in a long time she's felt normal and safe and excited to be here, excited to be herself. You're not shy about asking for a second date, though you know you're risking a lot by wanting to be with her. She makes that known before anything else.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Blow A-Train (A-Train)

Description: Homelander tells Y/N to blow A-Train

Warning: Blow Job

Word Count: 601

“Blow A-Train.” Y/N’s jaw dropped as Homelander told her to blow the guy. “I’m not kidding. Go over there, pull out A-Train’s cock and blow it.” Homelander told her. She looked around at the table and everyone else was shocked as well. “Are you gonna do it or what?” Homelander asked, annoyed that she was just sitting there.

She got up and walked over to Reggie. He stood up and watched as she carefully dropped to her knees. This was a dream come true for him but he didn’t want it to happen like this. Any minute now she expected Homelander to tell her to stand up but he didn’t. She undid his belt and pulled down his pants to reveal his cock that was hard.

“Oh wow. Ya see I was gonna tell ya to stop but he’s hard. He wants this Y/N. He wants your mouth on his cock.” Y/N gulped as she looked up at A-Train who looked down at her. “Tell her.” A-Train takes his eyes off her to look at him. “What?” He asked. Homelander rolled his eyes and sighed, “Tell her you want her mouth on your cock.” Reggie looked back down at the woman, “I-I want your m-mouth on my cock.” He tells her. His heart was racing and he wasn’t just from the anxiety of them doing this infront of everyone.

Y/N lifted her hand to wrap around his dick and he let out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. “Your mouth Y/N not your hand.” Homelander said. Y/N nodded and took him in her mouth causing him to grasp the table. His cock filled her mouth up perfectly as she took him whole. The feeling was so nice and good but he swallowed all the noises he had. “Don’t hide how good it feels. I bet you she feels amazing.” Homelander said. As she started blowing him he closed his eyes and his breathing got heavy.

Y/N watched him as he did this and got wet. He was trying so hard to hold back how good it was but he let a moan slip that was almost pornographic. Y/N felt herself soak after that and she went faster. His hand that wasn’t grasping the table laced through her hair. “Fuck.” He groaned not caring about the other people in the room anymore. His only focus was her warm wet mouth drooling on his cock. He felt himself get closer to his climax just at the thought of being watched.

Y/N felt him twitch and she reached up and massaged his balls sending him over the edge. Without wanting to, he let out a whimper as he came in her mouth. His hips bucked and his cum went down her throat. She swallowed all of it and let his dick go with a pop. Homelander watched the girl lick her lips and stare up at the man. His jaw clenched at the sight.

She looked so slutty and hot as she licked Reggie’s cum off her lips. Homelander faked a smile and began clapping. “Now that was hot.” He said standing up. A-Train helped Y/N stand up. “Y/N you really got some mouth on you.” A-Train glared at him and that made Homelander smirk even wider. “Y/N?” She turned towards him. “Blow me next.” He said with a straight face. Y/N stared at him not knowing if he was being serious or not. “Y/N get over here and suck my dick.” He growled. Y/N and Reggie looked at each other and she slowly walked over to Homelander accepting her fate.

[fandomnerd9602]

Hey, can I request Anya, Julia and mattie x Male Reader? LEMON

at the motel, while cassie is away, the girls and y/n have an intimate and beautiful moment

HAS IT’S PERKS

Spider Women x Spider-Man!Reader

Waiting for Cassie to come back from her little “recon” mission was getting tiresome. You were a Spider totem assigned to protect your fellow high school, some day future spider totems: Anya Corazon, Mattie Franklin and the shy Julia Cornwall. You found yourself falling into a nice repertoire with the gals. It felt good to hang out with them, it was like a bit of normalcy amongst the chaos of being a Spider person. “Okay (Y/N)” Mattie asked, “truth or dare?” “I’m gonna go with truth” you answer back with a smirk. “How did you get your spider powers?” “Easy. Bitten by an Amazonian spider” it was your turn, “Okay Mattie, same thing truth or dare?” “Dare” you answers back. “I dare you to do a handstand” Mattie gives a roll of her eyes before going over and doing a handstand against the small motel room’s wall. “Beat that Spider dude” You answer back by jumping to the ceiling and hanging upside down. “Show off!“ Anya fake yells with a giggle. “okay Julia, truth or dare?” “T-truth” the meek nerdy girl answers. “Who was your first kiss?” Anya asks with a hint of mischief. “I-I’ve never been kissed” Julia says, a little blush of embarrassment makes its way across her face. Mattie lets out a little laugh, “I knew! You’re Drew Barrymore! Ms Never Been Kissed!” “Oh Mattie,” you say still hanging off the top of the ceiling, “there’s nothing wrong with never being kissed.” “I’m gonna skip the question here” Mattie chuckles, “Julia I dare you to kiss (Y/N)” Julia and you begin too blush. “I-I…umm…” Julia tries to come up with an excuse. “A dare’s a dare, Cornwall” you exclaim with a little smirk. Julia tried to straighten her glasses, “oh my…” she managed to whisper as she ventured over to you. “You can skip a dare if you don’t want to do this” you tried to reassure her. “I-I know” her resolve soft yet resolute, “I want to.” She walks up to you, softly. You could practically hear her heart fluttering, or maybe it was your own. She was mere inches from you as you reached up one of your hands to caress her cheek. She leaned in and so did you. Your lips touched midway, one touch and it was like either of you couldn’t get enough. Her lips caressed yours, her teeth softly moved against your lips. You pulled back to see the nerdy, shy girl with a little blush on her face. “That was…wow“ she admit with a little sigh. “Y-yeah” you said, your face flushed red with its own blush. “Wow” Mattie said, “that was…hot. I never thought I’d see an upside down kiss in my life” Julia turned to face the other girls, a slight mischievous resolve in her eyes, “okay Anya, truth or dare?” “D-dare” Anya answered. “I dare you to kiss (Y/N)” Julia said with a giggle “With pleasure” Anya saunters up to you and kisses you a little more forcibly than Julia but just as amazing to feel. “mmm” Anya moans, “that’s nice” Mattie walks up, “Oh I gotta try this out” Mattie kisses you softly. She bites her lips, shuttering at how good that felt. “You’re a greater kisser” “I could get used to this superhero thing” you mutter with a smile. Perhaps being a superhero has its perks

[lilacwants]

i don’t know if you weite for other The Boys characters but if you do i would love something soft with A-Train. he has a rare moment of downtime and he and his partner can go out on the town and try to have a quiet date night. they both get dressed up nice and head out to their reservation at some fancy new restaurant… chaos ensues in one way or another.

obviously he’s one of the most popular recognizable people in america so those plans for a relaxing evening together go to shit. people asking for photos and generally not respecting Reggie or his partner. they end up just going back in early for the night, cuddling up with takeout and a movie.

i would live for this to be with a gender neutral reader if possible.

if you do write this, thank you so much!

- 🎠

a quiet night in.

notes : of course anon!!! this is such a sweet ask <3 summary: A-Train's attempt at a quiet dinner date is disrupted by fans, but he and his partner find comfort in each other, ending the night with takeout and a cozy movie at home. warnings: tooth rotting fluff, we love a train :')

The city lights sparkled like jewels, a kaleidoscope of colors reflecting off the skyscrapers as A-Train, or Reggie as you called him, stood beside you. Tonight, he wasn't the supe, the speedster, the face everyone knew. He was simply your Reggie, dressed in a tailored suit that hugged his athletic frame perfectly. You adjusted your outfit, feeling a bit nervous but excited about the night ahead.

Reggie had managed to carve out some rare downtime and the two of you were determined to make the most of it. Your reservation at one of the newest, fanciest restaurants in the city was the highlight of the week. As you both walked hand in hand towards the entrance, you could feel the stares and hear the murmurs.

"Isn't that A-Train?" "Oh my God, it's really him!"

Reggie squeezed your hand gently, a silent reassurance that he was here with you, for you. Inside, the ambiance was perfect—soft lighting, a gentle hum of conversation, and the aroma of exquisite cuisine wafting through the air. The maître d' led you to your table, and you both settled in, hoping for an uninterrupted evening.

But as soon as you sat down, the bubble of tranquility burst. A couple at a nearby table started whispering loudly, their excitement palpable. Soon, one brave soul approached.

“Hey, A-Train! Big fan, man. Can I get a picture?"

Reggie forced a polite smile, his eyes flicking to you apologetically. "Sure, just one," he said, standing up for the photo.

One photo turned into three, then five, then what felt like an endless stream of admirers. The restaurant, which had initially seemed a haven, transformed into a circus of flashing cameras and excited chatter. You watched Reggie try to balance his public persona with his desire to be with you, his frustration growing more visible with each intrusion.

After what felt like an eternity, the waiter finally brought your appetizers. You both tried to enjoy them, but the constant interruptions made it impossible to relax.

"Hey, man, could you sign this?"

"Can I get a shout-out for my Instagram?"

By the time the main course arrived, Reggie looked ready to bolt. The final straw was when a particularly eager fan knocked over a glass of wine, splashing it onto your outfit. The fan apologized profusely, but the damage was done.

Reggie stood up, his jaw clenched. "I'm really sorry," he said, addressing both the fan and you. "But we have to go."

You didn't argue. The night, which had promised so much, was now a disappointment. As you stepped out into the cool night air, Reggie pulled you close, his arm around your shoulders.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, his frustration giving way to genuine regret. "I just wanted us to have a nice night."

You shook your head, leaning into him. "It's okay, Reggie. I know you tried."

The walk back to his apartment was quiet, the city bustling around you but feeling oddly distant. Once inside, you both changed into more comfortable clothes. Reggie ordered takeout from your favorite place, and you set up a movie, hoping to salvage the evening.

When the food arrived, you spread it out on the coffee table, the comforting aroma of noodles and dumplings filling the room. You both settled on the couch, your legs tangled together as the movie started.

As the opening credits rolled, Reggie sighed, pulling you closer. "I hate that I can't give you a normal night out."

You looked up at him, seeing the genuine care and frustration in his eyes. "Reggie, this is perfect. We don't need fancy restaurants or big nights out. I just need you."

His expression softened, and he kissed your forehead. "I love you," he whispered.

You smiled, snuggling into him. "I love you too."

The movie played on, but it was more of a background to your quiet conversation and shared laughter. The chaos of the evening melted away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of comfort and love.

As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you realized that these were the moments that mattered. The quiet nights in, the takeout dinners, and the feeling of being completely at ease with each other. This was your perfect night, after all. <3

[megamindsecretlair]

A Hold On You

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), spanking, some dirty talk, all consensual. Daddy kink and breeding kink. Fluffy smut. Established relationship.

Summary: Taking place between season 4 and season 5, Franklin toys with the idea of legacy and keeping the people he loves in his life. On date night, he hits you with a proposition.

Word Count: 3,039k

Part 2

A/N: Hello brainrot, my old friend. Whew, it pays to be feral ASF for Damson. That man is lethal. I don't even want kids and I want his babies. I'm sorry if this triggers some! Please, please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I can't get better if I don't get feedback!

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“Have my baby,” Franklin said. 

Your head whipped to the side so fast that you almost got whiplash. An ache pulsed in your neck and you rubbed it as you stared at Franklin. You sat on the floor, on a blanket, with a light dinner spread out between you and Franklin. 

Moonlight poured into the living room, illuminating the space and lighting up Franklin’s gorgeous face. You expected him to start laughing or look away from you. To break the tension somehow. 

Instead, he gave you an unreadable look. He retreated behind whatever invisible wall there was in his mind. He had one leg down and one leg up, his arm resting on his knee, and his hands clasped in front of him. He was a study in patience as he stared you down. 

“You’re not serious,” you said.

“As a heartache,” he said. 

You lowered the finger sandwich from your lips and finished chewing. You continued to stare at Franklin. Were you sleeping? Did you pass out and imagined having dinner with Franklin? 

You put the sandwich on the plate and brushed your hands over the plate for stray crumbs. You looked away from him. Your stomach bubbled. Your hands began to shake. 

“The type of business you’re in doesn’t scream safe for kids,” you said. You tried to be delicate, but the neighborhood was still buzzing about little Tianna. 

Franklin nodded. “I understand, but that’s different. I can protect us,” he said and finally cracked his mask. He smiled briefly. 

“Franklin,” you said and shook your head. “There would be no hiding that. What the hell would I do? Become a housewife, lamp up, and get fat?” You asked.

You shuddered and thought about that scenario. You’d certainly enjoy the sex, but you couldn’t imagine spitting kids out like that. 

Franklin laughed. “Naw, but a home office could be arranged. Bodyguard for when you go out,” he said.

“A bodyguard? That’s romantic,” you said and rolled your eyes. 

“Have my baby,” he said. He pushed plates out of your way and got to his knees. He crawled closer, giving you wide puppy eyes. Kneeling, he was still way taller than you. He leaned in and kissed you. 

He leaned back with a satisfied hum. He kissed your jaw and then your cheek. He returned to your lips and hovered. When he licked his lips, you felt it. When he breathed through his mouth, the air swept over your wet lips. He was just shy of kissing you and you leaned in to close the gap but he leaned back at the same time. 

“Just say yes,” he said. 

“But then I’d be fat and gross,” you said. 

Franklin smiled against your lips. You had closed your eyes when he started kissing you, so you opened them now. He must have sensed it, because he opened his eyes at the same time. 

“Impossible. You’d be even more gorgeous,” he said. 

“I’d whine and complain about everything,” you continued.

Light danced in Franklin’s eyes. He licked his lips and his tongue swept your lips. 

“I’d love to hear your sexy voice,” he said. He finally pressed his lips against yours. He hummed, pressing closer. You sighed against him. He took the opportunity to lick his way into your mouth. 

You moaned softly, already feeling so needy for him. Your toes flexed as you kissed, loving the feeling of him being so close. You rubbed your hands up and down his strong arms. His hands cupped your face. He held you in place, exactly as you were. 

“I’d crave weird things and demand them at 2am,” you said, when you broke apart just far enough to gasp. 

“Shit, I like drivin’ at night,” he said. 

You giggled and shook your head.  “You’re crazy. Who gon’ get up at all hours of the night feeding it?” You asked. 

Franklin began to kiss your neck, murmuring in between pecks. “We’ll both do it, so we’ll both be miserable,” he said.

You pushed him and sucked your teeth. He laughed and rocked back. He brought his lips back to your neck. “I’ll let you get all the beauty rest you deserve after delivering my baby,” he said. 

Your pussy clenched and you huffed. This couldn’t actually be turning you on, right? And yet, looking at him, you didn’t have a doubt in your mind. You would happily have his kids. You would love little sons that looked like mini versions of him. They’d keep their heads held high because that’s how much awe Franklin inspired. 

You’d be so grateful to have his daughters, that looked like a mix between you. And they’d all have his brain. Franklin was easily the smartest man you’d ever met. It scared you sometimes. You felt like he was born in the wrong era. He belonged in the future with more people to appreciate his intellect. 

Franklin hummed his appreciation down your neck and across your exposed chest. The dress you wore had a deeper neckline than what you usually wore and Franklin took advantage. His right hand massaged the back of your neck. His left hand pushed more plates out of your way. There was a tray at the top of the blanket to hold your drinks. 

When the blanket was clear, Franklin pushed you onto your back. Between the carpet and the thick blanket, this position was surprisingly comfortable. 

Franklin settled to the side of you. He threw his right leg over yours, his thick erection settling against your hips.  You gasped and Franklin smiled against your skin. He leaned on his left hand while he took his time undoing the buttons of your dress. 

The purple checkered dress complimented your skin tone well. He undid the few, big black buttons. Each one gave way and freed your aching breasts. Your nipples were perking up and rubbed against your bra. 

As he revealed more of you with the buttons, he kissed each inch of space. “You’d look so fuckin’ beautiful full of the seed I gave you,” he said. 

You shivered and looked at him. His head moved over your body. His beautiful lips felt like heaven against your skin. 

Franklin reached the bottom-most button that ended up just above your navel. This, too, he paid attention to. Your hands dug into his little fro as he swirled his tongue around your tummy. 

Your breathing increased as your eyes started to roll. “Oh, fuck,” you said. 

His right hand grabbed the hem of your dress but he didn’t move it further. Your eyes snapped open to look at him and his eyes were closed tightly. He opened them slowly. 

“I’d love to watch this sexy ass body change, knowing you’re carrying my baby,” he said. 

Your arousal began to leak out of you. You moaned at the sensation. He leaned down and kissed your tummy again. “Watch this stomach get bigger and bigger,” he continued. 

He trailed his finger up your body and played with the strip of fabric in between your bra cups. He kissed the top of your right titty. Then he sucked your nipple into his mouth through your bra. 

You hissed and you jerked, your thigh spasming randomly. Your hands ran over his shoulders as he continued. “Hm, and these titties would get bigger for sho,” he said. 

His hand returned to the hem of your dress and pushed it up. His hand found the core of you and palmed you. You gasped, your breath dragging over your throat. 

He thumb stroked you from over your panties and you groaned. “Please, please, I need more,” you said. 

“Let me cum in that pussy then,” he said. 

You hiccuped as you laughed, not able to gather that much air. This was so dangerous. And yet…

You found yourself opening your legs wider, giving him more space. His thumb reached under your panties and he pressed down, rubbing against your pussy. He pushed into your entrance and you moaned, throwing your head against the floor. 

Franklin put his lips next to your ear. “Let me fill you up. And keep fillin’ you up,” he said. 

“Oh fuck,” you cried. The thought of being filled up by him had you rolling your hips. You needed him higher. On that needy little nub that always gave you away. Franklin could smile at you and your clit would throb. He could walk into the room and flood your panties within a second. It ought to be illegal having this type of visceral reaction to him. It was lethal. 

If Franklin ever figured it out, you’d never be safe from him. He’d have you to agree to steal the torch from the Colosseum. There was nothing he couldn’t do to your body that you weren’t already begging for.

“Are you sure? You’d be stuck with me,” you said. It was a last ditch effort. What if you really did turn up pregnant and he ended up resenting that fact? You knew without a doubt that Franklin would make an amazing father. You just weren’t so sure that he wouldn’t hate your guts after.

It was a stupid fear. Franklin had never given you reason to believe that he wasn’t into you. But after everything he had been through the past few months, you wondered if he wasn’t rushing into this. 

“I know…I know that it was hard feeling like everyone leaves. But I won’t leave,” you promised. 

Franklin brought his head up to look into your eyes. He kept up those delicious circles on your clit. Your body pulsed with tension and relief. Your thighs shook violently. He kissed you, his lips remaining on yours for longer than a few seconds.

“I know. I promise, this isn’t anything other than wanting you. Loving you. Leaving a mark behind so you’ll remember me forever,” he said. 

He moved his hand faster and little desperate cries began to leave you. Pressure built and built until you exploded, coming undone under his expert fingers. He whispered things into your ear; nasty things about what he wanted to do to you. How sometimes he wanted to drive you wild with his dick from sun up to sun down. 

How he wanted to devour you, lick and suck his way to hearing you screaming his name. As you convulsed beneath him, he kissed your chest, sucking your nipple back into his mouth through the bra.

“There’s no way I’d forget you, Franklin,” you said. 

“I know,” he said. He pulled his hand away from your clit and painted your lips with your juices. “Suck.”

You began to suckle his thumb, sucking all of your arousal off of his thumb. You moaned around the taste of yourself on his big hand. You clung to his wrist as you suckled harder. 

“See you do shit like that and it...” he made a strangled noise. “I want to just use you.” 

You bit your lip and closed your legs, seeking relief from the inferno roaring inside of you. That orgasm wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough. 

You leaned up on your elbows and looked at his face. The moonlight played across his features like a delicate lightshow. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to do with me,” you said. 

Franklin took a long, deep breath and blew the air out of his mouth. “Don’t fuck with me,” he warned. His voice grew deeper, the low tones dancing along the back of your head. 

“Whatever. You. Fuckin’. Want,” you said. Each word was punctuated with a kiss. Franklin growled and leaned back on his knees. 

He grabbed your waist and flipped you over. You landed on your stomach with a soft, “Oof.” Franklin pulled the sides of your dress down and off of your arms. He released the clasp of your bra and pulled that off as well. 

Air hit your wet nipple making it pebble. It rubbed against the blanket and you moaned. He pulled your hips up until you were on your knees. He pushed up your dress, exposing your ass. He grabbed both globes of your ass and squeezed.

The mounting pressure made you cry out. “Oh, spank it, Daddy,” you said. 

Franklin obliged, spanking your ass. The smack bounced off the walls. Red, hot fire bloomed on your left ass cheek. You bit your lip and dipped over further, arching your back. 

Franklin pushed your panties to the side. Arousal escaped you. Franklin gathered it up with the tip of his dick. He moaned at how wet your pussy was. He faced no resistance as he slipped inside.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned together. Your shriek ended on a whine as he slid in and out with ease. Your hands clenched and unclenched the blanket, looking for any type of crutch or anchor. Something to weigh you down when your body so desperately wanted to float away. 

You reached the pinnacle of bliss. Franklin worked his hips slow at first, letting you attempt to get used to him. But he started to jerk, his hold more bruising, his fingers pulling you onto him.

You matched his strokes, throwing your ass back on him. Your thighs slapped together loudly and lewdly. He smacked your ass a few more times and groaned when you clenched around his dick. 

“Fuck, I’m gon’ cum in this pussy. You gon’ carry my baby,” he said. Each promise was a hard jerk, pulling you onto him so completely that he bottomed out. His dick continued to spear inside of you, touching a primal part of you.

“Oh right there, right there, Franklin,” you moaned and chanted. Your belly tightened and tightened, curling into a little, tiny ball. 

“Fuck me,” he moaned as he rammed into you. He rutted into you. Driving you down onto his dick like he wanted to carve his name inside of your pussy. As if he could brand himself there. Sear himself and leave such an impression behind. As if by sheer force of will, he could mold your pussy around his dick. 

“Oh, cum in me, Daddy,” you moaned. “Give it to me.” 

“Take this baby,” he chanted. It was both a promise and a determination. He spoke it into the universe. Writing your fates among the stars and daring to be denied.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried. That tight ball of pressure finally unraveled, turning you into a limp noodle as your orgasm ripped through you. It pulled you apart, one stitch at a time. Pleasure rippled throughout your body and you cried out, the blanket muffling some of it. 

Franklin could barely keep his hands on you as he unloaded into you. His spurts of cum were hot, scalding, painting your insides with the essence of him. “Shit,” he groaned as he dumped his load inside of you. 

You both panted as you came down, your breaths mingling as you both tried to return to your bodies. Franklin pulled you up and on your side. You groaned as he slipped out of you. There was a squelching that you felt and heard and you moaned again. He laid down behind you, molding his body against yours.

You felt his dick slide wetly into the crook of your ass. Franklin absently kissed your neck. He raised your left leg and brought it to rest across his long legs. 

“Get these wet for me,” he said. He brought his fingers to your mouth. You suckled and drooled on his fingers. He then brought his wet fingers to your clit and played with you. You jerked and moaned, trying to escape.

He moved his right arm under your neck and pulled you against him. His biceps flexed against your neck and you made unholy, guttural noises. His left hand continued to please you, pushing you past the point of arousal. 

Your senses were full of him. The way he smelled right now, the sound of his breaths in your ear. “Where you think you goin’?” He asked. The sight of his thick arm around your neck, the way his dangling fingers pulled at your nipples. 

His fingers dipped into your entrance and massaged your spongy walls. “Naw, hold that shit in for me,” he said. 

He massaged his cum back into you, pushing it higher and higher. You felt so stuffed and full that despite cumming so many times close together, your body reacted just as hungrily. Gobbling up his fingers and his cum. 

“Franklin,” you called out, tears running down your cheeks. He had to feel them. His shoulder was beneath your head. The tears ran down and to the side, splashing onto him. He kissed and licked your ear. 

“I know, I know, baby,” he whispered. 

You twitched and gyrated on the floor, robbed of seeing his face. Your hands searched the blanket for purchase. You felt his dick twitch against your ass. 

“Oh, no,” you groaned before another orgasm left you shaking. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your mumbled speech was incoherent as pleasure made you growl like an animal. But fuck, you felt so fucking good that you couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Your limbs moved of their own accord. 

“No more,” you gasped out. Fuck, you couldn’t take another one. Not right now. You were far too sensitive, jerking at every new touch and slide of his fingers. Franklin stilled his fingers, tugged on your nipple and kissed your neck. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispered. He brought his left hand up to rub your belly as if he could already imagine it swollen and stiff with his son or daughter. He pressed on your tummy, massaging it. 

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said. 

You were too tired to give him a proper response. You kissed his arm and he moved until you pressed into his chest. He wrapped his arm completely over your middle. “I’ll protect us, babe. Come whatever tries to get between us. I’ll do everything in my power to keep us safe.”

Somehow, you completely believed him. You laid there and talked with him about everything you could think of. You both passed out somewhere around the moonlight disappearing and the sunlight returning.

You know you need more in your life: The Secret Franklin Saint Files

There is now a Part 2!

[electricpurrs]

i feel such a joy and peace in my heart when the red team is all crumpled together in the warthog. it just feels like the right place for them to be

[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 3

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

“Why you been dodging me?” Franklin asks you as soon as you open the door to your house 

You step out “I have no idea what you’re talking about” 

“Oh so those pages and calls to your phone?” he points towards the inside of your house “They didn't happen?” 

You shrug “I don't know maybe you dialed the wrong number” you had no plan to explain to him why you hoped he would just take the hint and let you be, it had been 3 weeks since your first date

He throws his hands up “Come on Y/N what happened? We were just good not too long ago I was gonna take you on another date’n shit” 

“I don’t think we would be good for each other Franklin” 

“Why you say that? we just talked about you not sabotaging” he points between both of you “this” 

“Im not” 

He leans in “You are” he argues 

“Franklin we aren’t good for each other just accept that” you state matter of factly before you turn to go in

He grabs your arm gently “Nah you owe me an explanation” 

“I don’t!” you answer defiantly snatching your arm away

“Yes the fuck you do. I’m puttin’ my best foot forward and you fuckin’ it up on purpose cuz of what? you fucking scared of the shit I do? Aint nobody gon touch you Y/N they dont touch Wanda  and her dope head ass what make you think they gon fuck withchu?”

You sigh “Franklin” 

“Nah fuck that Y/N” 

“You really wanna know?”

He nods “Yes I do, enlighten me” 

You pause “I can’t trust you Franklin”  

His face holds a confused look “What are you even...?” 

“After our date, some of your henchmen came up to me. Guess what they said to me?”

Franklin held his breath he feels his heart beat start to increase. You start to mock the mannerisms and voice of the men “shit I heard you and my boy Saint had a date last night” He shrugs “So i told them we went on a date big deal”  praying that's where the story ends 

You continue “Men I lost my $200 and my boy came up on a smooth couple grand” you pause and look at him “ha-ha my man Saint he a G tho” you return to a normal voice “then he proceeds to tell me that there was a bet between you and your fucking crew, you got two grand if i actually went on a date with you?” you scoff “if you were that hard up for money Saint all you had to do was ask I could have given you that and we wouldn’t be having this conversation” 

“Y/N let me explain” this was not as it seemed 

“Not even 24 hours passed after our date and I’m hearing you went rounding up your niggas so they could pay you!" you paused "And OH! if I fucked you it would have been an additional $3000”  you say sarcastically

“Y/N” he calls

You start mocking another guy “My girl Y/N, my sunshiiinneee yo yo yo shit if i had known all i had to do was ask you all proper and shit you would be my girl now. May I take you to dinner Y/N, miss congeniality” you tilt your head “they said you looked pretty in that green dress last night wish it was me instead of that nigga!” 

“Who approached you?” he asked with a deep scowl on his face.  

“I’ll give you that Saint. You played me good. You played a good game” you begin to walk away 

“Hold up, hold up, hold up,  who came up to you?” He asked again You return his mug “I’m not telling you Franklin! It doesn’t matter anyway you up 1 grand right?” 

“Y/N listen I will explain later but who told you that? They are a liability to my shit!” 

You shrug “what that got to do with me?” 

“Tell me their fuckin’ names Y/N!” he demands

You sigh “you betted on me” 

“Y/N” 

In a soft tone you say “$2000 for the date, additional $3000 if we fucked, had people follow us, Big Saint, The Man, The Myth, The Legend show you lil niggas how its done” you pause “right?...... Saint?” 

He looks up and runs his hand down his face feeling like his heart was going to explode word for word you quote what he had that night (“show you lil niggas how its done”) “Y/N please just tell me who told you that and I will explain everything” he begs 

“If you wanted the money all you had to do was ask Franklin” 

“Y/N, I don’t care about the money” “But you still made sure to collect, right?” you pause “Then you got the nerve to get annoyed at the fact that I was sabotaging the date!”  you scoff in disbelief and begin to walk into your house 

Franklin grabs your arm “Y/N listen!”

“Don’t Franklin!”  you warn removing yourself from his grip 

He blocks the door with his body “Y/N This aint a fucking game who approached you?! I need to know!” 

You shook your head, you look him in the eye “I’m not gonna tell you Saint” 

He tilted his head and pauses with an offended tone he says “Don’t call me that, I'm not Saint to you it’s either Franklin or any other fucking thing else but I’m not Saint to you!” 

You go to say something else but decide not “Fucking Asshole!” you mutter looking down at your sweater pulling small knots that had formed

He released a deep sigh “Fine I’ll take that but you need to tell me who approached you.” he moves his head trying to get you to look up at him. You remain silent. “Tell me Y/N” 

You shake your head “I’m not gonna tell you Franklin”

“WHY?!” he pauses to gather himself “You know how serious this shit is?” “SO YOU CAN GO KILL THEM?!” “OH MY GOD AINT NOBODY THINKIN’ ABOUT KILLING THEM NIGGAS!” he looks around  and moves closer to you  “keep your fucking voice down!” he whispers harshly You scoff “It’s all good Saint” Almost immediately he sizes you up and with gritted teeth he says “What the fuck did I just say?”  

You feel shiver run down, it shocked you so much that you instinctively jump move away slightly, but you hold your ground still glaring at him before you step away and snicker and nod a few of times with tears in your eyes 

With instant regrets he breaks his stance and takes a step back to show that his anger isn't’ aimed at you. “Just tell me” he says in a significantly softer tone 

“I’m not gonna tell you Franklin, I don’t want their deaths on me because you decided to be an asshole all over $5000?” 

He steps towards “Y/N please”

You step away with your hand up “It’s all good Franklin, I hope you put that $1000 to good use” a tear drops from your eyes “Y/N” “No hard feelings really Franklin, but you know this can’t work ever, doesn’t matter your explanation.” another tear from your right eye begins to roll down “wish you the best in your business stay safe out there” 

“Y/N! No no no no please please please!” he begs gently grabbing your hand trying to stop you but also making sure to not scare you away 

You pull your hand away “Goodnight Franklin” you speak before closing the door. 

He looks at the door for a moment before turning and walking away towards his car. He turns on the car and begins to drive away “FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” he screams feeling the rage course through him as he speeds on the freeway

Franklin walks in and slams the door causing Jerome to jump up from his seat gun drawn “MOTHAFUCKA I ALMOST SHOT YOU WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITCHU?!” 

They hear footsteps before Louie is stand ny the door “JEROME? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? FRANKLIN!?” she comments frantically looking around for the threat “Not now” he grits out

“NIGGA WHO YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO?!  WALKIN’ UP IN MY HOUSE SLAMMIN’ MY SHIT. I'll FUCK YOU UP!” Jerome bellows 

The phone rings and Franklin picks up “Hello?! meet me at Jerome house, now nigga, YES NOW! Bring Sean witchu!”

“WHAT THE HELL GOING ON FRANKLIN WHAT HAPPENED?” Louie asks “THEM LITTLE MOTHAFUCKAS DONE WENT AND TOLD Y/N ABOUT THE BET!” “WHAT? WHAT BET?” Louie asks

Jerome looks at Franklin like he has three heads “NIGGA WHAT??? YOU MAD OVER THAT STUPID ASS BET?” Franklin took major offence to Jeromes accusations, tilting his head to the side “You laughing but if I can't trust them to not tell a bitch about a stupid ass bet I can’t trust them in my shit!! They gone blow up our spot and fuck up our shit.” he points to his head  “You not thinking Unc” Jerome paused and realised the gravity of the situation 

“What is this bet? And what it got to do with that lil girl?” Louie asked as she looked between the two 

Jerome gently waved her away “I’ll explain it to you later baby just let us be” 

Louie scoffed “Shit mothafucka walkin’ in here slamming doors”

“Louie” Franklin commented 

“Nigga fuck you!”  

Franklin squared up Louie “AYE! AYE! AYE! WE DON'T NEED ALL THAT NOW!” 

Franklin huffed and turned to continue his pace 

In 10 minutes Leon and Sean arrived

“Nigga what happened” Leon asked gun already out 

“We got some rat ass mothafuckas in our crew look how they got Franklin!”  Jerome pokes fun at him “Nigga pacing around and shit over a bitch!” he jokes 

“UNC!”  Franklin warns

“What... happened?” Sean asked confused 

“Y/N told me that niggas from our crew approached her telling her about the bet”

“Soooo...” Leon looked at Franklin confused 

“So?” Franklin returned the expression “You niggas not thinking?” he paused “I GOTTA DO ALL THE THINKIN’ AROUND HERE??!!” 

“We don’t” Sean speaks trying to rationalise their confusion 

“If they running to tell her about a bet, a bet made between everyone in that room, what makes you think they not blowing up our spot?”

The men looked between each other the reality finally setting in for everyone that they could be completely exposed for anything at any moment. 

“Our competitors, our opps, our product,  our recipe, our schedule, our plug, our money, our peoples” Franklin states 

“We got it Nephew” Jerome comments wanting him to not continue hating the feeling of being vulnerable 

Franklin chuckled and looked around at them and in a whisper he sneers “and you niggas think I’m mad over a bitch when I got some snake ass mothafuckas in my crew??!! I GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS NIGGA!!” “My bad” Sean says throwing his hands up 

“FFFUUUCK! Round all them niggas up now” 

Leon puts his hand up “Now hold on its 2am we ain't bout to be meeting without cops spotting us”

“SHIT!”

“Look lets come up with a solution to figure out who them niggas are we start rounding people up they might start snitching even more” Leon strategizes 

Franklin nodded in agreeance “We gonna act like shit aint happen and take them niggas out one by one!” 

Jerome nods “Yea I like that plan!” 

Franklin sighs and sits down releasing the tension in his body

“We got a plan nephew unless you got something better?”

“No I don't.” 

Its silent for awhile with the 3 men (Jerome, Sean, Leon) talking to each other catching up on what they heard or whats going with their product

“Nigga what wrong withchu we have a solution” 

Franklin waves him off “Not now Unc,I’m trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Y/N” 

“Oh shit,” Leon comments forgetting that you were involved 

“Yea nigga, Y/N! they told Y/N!” 

“HA-HA you losing your mind over this girl boy! Now you know niggas talk worse than bitches sometimes. Gossipping mothafuckas”

“NOT NOW UNC” Leon shrugs “just go get another bitch, she aint the only fine girl that we know”

Franklin shot him an incredulous look “I don't want another bitch Leon I want that one!” 

“She not special her stuck up ass I bet if you called Tasha now she’ll literally hop the fuck out her bed and come fuck you” Leon wasn’t really a big fan of you, he thought that you acted too good

“I dont want Tasha, I want Y/N and that thing was a fucking mistake i told you that” “Hell no don’t call that crazy girl up here! Her bat shit ass bout got herself killed trying to sneak in my damn house talking about she just wanna see Frankie”  Louie comments 

Jerome chortles “BOY YOU HAD THAT GIRL GOING CRAZY BOUT LOST HER FUCKIN’ MIND. DICK HAD HER STUCK NEPHEW!!” he blares out a laugh 

Leon, Sean, and Louie join in on the laugh

Franklin ran his hands down his face “We gotta find them or this shit is not gonna last. If they can go run and tell Y/N what else are they doing? Product been going missing lets start there whoever them mothafuckas are they fuckin’ dead!” he grumbled. 

Authors Note: Feedback is much appreciated. Please reblog, comment, and like just don't plagiarize

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey Slay boy, it’s me again. There’s not a lot of content for literally any of them so can I get like A-Train, (not the deep), MM, Frenchie, and some of Hughie

A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie, as boyfriends

Headcanons

couldnt find any good gif, so i just chose this one

Reginald “Reggie” Franklin, “A-train”

Dating Reggie means you most likely are also a supe, maybe even someone well known in the community, since he cares a lot about his image.

Though, I also can see him being super open about being in a relationship with a man, since that would greatly affect his image and how people see him. So expect to be on the downlow with A-train, he still loves you though.

Later on, after everything, Reggie might start thinking about being public with his relationship with you, since you mean so much to him and he wants to be able to stand side by side with you even in public.

He still cares a lot about his image, and wants to appear as the best version of himself, so he probably acts kinda fake in public, but is more emotional and available in private.

Is a secret cuddlebug in private, and craves your approval and attention the most. Is scared hes not good enough for you, so he needs the reassurance.

Marvin T. Milk, “Mothers Milk”

M.M is a more put together partner, and is probably the best out of all of these guys to talk about his feelings, as he seems the type to sit down and talk about it, if either of you have issues in your relationship.

He always keeps a slight eye on you at most times to keep you safe, no matter where you are, since he still suffers from the fear of losing parts of his family.

Needs a daily checkup on you if you guys are ever apart, or else he cant sleep at night because he has a deep instinctual fear that Soldier Boy has somehow killed you too, so do keep that in mind if you ever travel somewhere without him.

Outside of his hate for soldier boy and his want for revenge, I could see M.M as the most likely to be able to have a domestic healthy relationship with.

Serge, “Frenchie”

Cares very deeply for his partner, so much it can put him in danger at times. If you get hurt, he loses track of what he was doing which can be dangerous.

He doesn’t appear the type to others, but I can imagine Frenchie is quite the romantic when it comes down to it. He would bake you treats in his free time, take you on dates or just have dates at home if you guys cant go out, the likes.

The type to compliment you In another language, mainly to himself under his breath, but in the morning when you guys wake up he would mumble about how handsome you are and how much he loves you.

Teaches you how to use most weapons in case you need it, or how to recognize most drugs to make sure you don’t get drugged, or any chance you might need that knowledge.

Hughie Campbell

A softy and is probably the one who loves to cuddle the most, is also most likely the most open about his relationship status. Doesn’t feel any shame about his sexuality, because as long as it’s you, he doesn’t care what others thing.

Comes to you for comfort or to feel safe after everything happens, just needs to lay in your arms and shake and cry to himself, as being held by you is enough. It might take a bit for him to tell you what’s bothering him, as he doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him.

The one who likes to borrow your clothes and wear it, even if you are smaller than him. If you have any hoodie that might fit him, hes stolen it at least a few times. Likes to be surrounded by your scent.

It takes a little bit, but after he starts, he tells you he loves you any chance he gets. Both because hes scared of losing you or himself dying, but also just to make sure you know.

[crancisfrozier]

Anybody have a spare $20,000 to give me so I can go to beechey island and sit on the rocks and stare at the Franklin graves for 12 hours while considering the unstoppable force that is the passage of time

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Pathetic

Reggie Franklin (A-Train) x Kevin Moskowitz (The Deep) (NSFW)

(1,206 words)

Summary: Blow A-Train.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, extremely dubious consent, imbalanced power dynamics, inner monologues, allusions to sexual assault, blowjobs, throat fucking, orgasm denial

Notes: GUESS WHOS BACK BITCHES

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“Blow A-Train.”

At first, there was disbelief. Looking around the room, the Deep turned to A-Train, confused and surprised, who looked back at him in equal parts confusion.

“What?” He asked.

The darting eyes within the conference room soon locked their gaze on Homelander as his next words left his mouth.

“I’m not kidding,” Homelander said. His tone was cold- Unwavering. “Go over there, pull out A-Train’s cock, and blow him.”

The next actions were perfectly clear to the Deep. Slowly, he got up. The sound of the chair shifting as he rose broke the uncomfortably, deafening silence that had swept over the conference room. He soon stood face to face with A-Train, who was told to get up from his seat.

The two men exchanged looks. The Deep could feel A-Train’s gaze of disgust drilling into his skull. The Deep hoped A-Train could understand the sympathy of this situation, but as he lowered himself down to his knees, and as his big, blue eyes locked onto his, A-Train could see nothing but coward.

“Sex is just a spectrum, right, bro?”

A-Train rolled his eyes, glancing over to Homelander, hoping- praying, that his outlandish order would just be a joke. After seeing his gaze remain fixed in a cold, stoic stare, A-Train could feel could the sting of a mental slap to the face. When would he have ever known Homelander to make a joke like that? After Starlight- Annie, had left, and Maeve turned out to be a traitor, shit had completely hit the fan for the ones who stayed. Homelander was losing leverage left and right. He had to make an example of the ones who were scared enough to remain.

The sound of A-Train’s belt falling to the floor broke his train of thought as well as the uncomfortable silence that filled the room. A-Train bit the inside of his cheek, feeling Deep’s gloved hands shakily pull out his cock from within the blue spandex. The crushing weight of exposure almost felt painful upon realizing every eye in the room was on them, about to watch a humiliating and shameless display of their spinelessness.

“You put your mouth around my cock, and you’re a fucking dead man,” A-Train whispers almost inaudibly through gritted teeth. At first, he thought the threat was a little too quiet. The others in the room hadn’t caught it, and The Deep seemed to pause for a split second, until Homelander’s voice abruptly broke the uncomfortable silence, making everyone jump.

“You’re not the one calling the shots here, A-Train,” Homelander piped up loudly. He turned his attention to the Deep. “Deep,” Homelander continues, his voice lowering back to that clinical tone, “Blow him, or I turn that pathetic creature you have hiding in your closet, into calamari. How about that?”

With a nervous chuckle Deep put a hand behind his head. “Heh, that would just be ridiculous, sir, I mean, I don’t even have a-” The Deep’s poor attempt at diffusing the situation with laughter proved fruitless as Homelander maintained that same cold stare. A-Train’s secondhand- embarrassment only worsened.

The Deep’s blue eyes looked up at A-Train with sympathy, who refused to make eye contact with him. Nervously, the Deep’s eyes fell on what was in front of him. A-Train’s cock was unsurprisingly flaccid. His cock seemed to be a bit above average in length, but was way girthier. It was intimidating, but if Homelander told him to blow it, especially at the threat of his dear, Ambrosius, he could manage it.

Running a gloved thumb over the head of A-Train’s cock, Deep desperately tried keeping his composure.

Ok, Kevin. You’ve got another man’s dick in your hand and the entire room is watching you. Don’t fuck this up. How do I not fuck it up? Oh god. What would a girl do? I don’t know what a girl would do, I’m not a girl. Shit, I can’t even use a frame of reference, I can’t even remember the last time I had a half-decent blowjob. From a human at least. Cassandra sucked, and I’m no octopus. I mean, a dick is kinda like a tentacle, right? What am I even supposed to do here? God, is this what Starlight felt like? Shit, this does not feel good.

While the Deep was reeling with his inner monologue, the rest of the room just saw him spaced out for several minutes, absentmindedly stroking the tip of A-Train’s cock, holding in his groans at the rhythmless stimulation, sending a shudder of desperately needed arousal in an otherwise, unarousing situation. This was agony.

I mean, he’s hard now, which is good? At least that’ll give me something to work with; some structure. At least, I assume it’ll be easier to work with. Aw shit, I thought about the logistics of sucking a cock. Does that make me gay-

“Goddamn it, man, this is taking too long.” A-Train grunted. The Deep could feel A-Train’s hands pull his head forward onto his stiffened cock, taking the entire length into his mouth. As the Deep choked out a cough at the sudden intrusion, A-Train began to thrust into his mouth at a steady pace.

If not for his gills, Deep was sure that he would’ve suffocated, feeling his throat constricting around A-Train’s cock. Deep’s hands began gripping onto A-Train’s leg’s for balance, feeling himself gagging as A-Train’s pace quickened. Deep let out a whimper that almost wasn’t heard through the gagging.

“Quit being such a baby, serves you right for being a pathetic punk ass.” A-Train chastised, continuing to fuck into Deep’s mouth.

The Deep soon felt his lips touch the base of A-Train’s cock. At that same moment, he could feel the tip of it reach the back of his throat, pumping violently. The ferocity of A-Train’s thrusts along with the loud gagging and blood roaring through his ears made Deep feel like he was sucking off a jackhammer.

Deep unexpectedly felt a hand on top of his, squeezing tight. “I don’t enjoy this as much as you, but- fuck, I j-just, wanna get this over with, as, as quick as possible.” A-Train gritted out, nearing his climax.

It was at that moment, Homelander cleared his throat. “Deep, get up.”

Like an obedient little dog, Deep pulled away from A-Train’s cock, coughing up a mixture of saliva and pre-cum as he wobbly got to his feet. A-Train shot Homelander a confused, irritated glare.

“I believe I said ‘Deep, blow A-Train,’” Homelander began. “Not, ‘A-Train, throat-fuck Deep, like a depraved animal.’”

The hot rush of equal parts shame and anger swept down A-Train’s spine. His face began to flush with embarrassment, trying and failing to conceal it. It was even worse when he glanced over to the Deep, with A-Train’s pre-cum dripping down his shit-eating grin.

“You didn’t do what I told you to, so as punishment, you don’t get to cum.”

A-Train stared at Homelander with disbelief. Homelander’s cold stare drilled a hole into the back of his head worse than his lasers ever could. The longer A-Train looked at him, mouth agape with words failing to come out, he could see Homelander’s lips curve ever so slightly into a sadistic grin.

“Meeting dismissed.”

[lesbiandardevil]

breaking the news

(don't tag as ship pleaseeee thank you <3 /gen)

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine opening up to your teammate A-Train:

"He doesn't scare you?"

"Oh he's a monster." Reggie says it so casually, so nonchalantly, it sends a shiver down your spine. You'd only been in The Seven for a few weeks, but you were already seeing Homelanders true colors. He told you if you did anything he didn't like you wouldn't just be off the team, you'd be dead, and he'd make it look like an accident. You thought you were going crazy. You thought no one else knew that side of him. Slowly you realized everyone knew and there was nothing they could do about it, nothing you could do about it.

"Why have you stayed so long then?" You meet his eyes, afraid doing so would get you threatened. Again. But A-Train wasn't like that, at least not to you. You were far enough away from Homelander and his minion The Deep that you could have an open and honest conversation like this. You figured out who was and wasn't one of his spies. A-Train wasn't one of them, at least not that he showed. Even now, you were coming up with a defense, a reason, anything to save you if he questioned you. But he didn't. He looked at you with emotions you couldn't quite decipher, like he was still figuring them out for himself.

"It's all I have."

[gallavichsreddie1128]

We Got Married? (A-Train)

Description: Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?

Word Count: 1,276k

Author’s note: So glad they didn’t kill him!!

Reggie joining The Boys was a big surprise to all. Especially since he caused all of this shit to happen in the first place by running through Robin. Y/N wasn’t there but Hughie told her how horrific it was. Y/N hated The Deep the most and wanted him dead so that’s how Billy got her to join. The Deep was a pig and Y/N wanted to see him fall to the ground. Hughie hated A-Train for the longest time but recently they seemed to be on good terms.

Especially after he saved Hughie. Y/N didn’t even look in his direction until he saved her. She was almost caught by Homelander sneaking into the tower but A-Train saved her so she can’t hate the guy. He’s been helping them with taking down Vought and y/n feared that Homelander would find out. So a trip to Vegas would do that trick. All of them, including Billy, went to Vegas for the week. Y/N drank her heart out as she and Annie danced to the music playing at the bar. They planned to hit the casino tomorrow. The boys were drinking and laughing while the girls danced. Y/N wasn’t sure where Kumiko went but she was still vibing.

“So what’s with you and A-Train?” Annie asked over the music. “What?” Y/N yelled not comprehending what she asked. “You and A-Train!” Y/N shrugged and continued dancing. “Is there supposed to be something with us?” Annie shrugged. “You guys are close.” Y/N knew where this was going but was too drunk to care. “Yeah he’s great but I don’t know.” “You should go for it.” She says in her ear as they grind. “You hate him!” “Not anymore.” Annie tells her. Y/N stops dancing and turns to her. “He probably doesn’t feel the same.” Y/N said. “You don’t know that.” Annie was right but Y/N was scared of rejection. 

A-Train watched as the girl danced her little heart out she was definitely drunk but she was adorable. Ever since joining The Boys Reggie was falling for her but was afraid she wouldn’t feel the same. No matter how hard he tried it was like he couldn’t let go of his past. He wanted to be better and she was what pushed him to be.

“You can’t be staring at my girlfriend so I take it you’re staring at Y/N.” Hughie pointed out. Reggie looked over at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lied and Hughie chuckled. “You like Y/N.” He says. “What makes you say that?” He asked. “You’re staring at her with a smile on your face.” Hughie points out. He was right. “Maybe I was.” “You should go for it.” Reggie wanted to laugh. “Yeah, she would like me back.” Reggie said. “She might.” Hughie wasn’t gonna let this go. He looked over and Y/N who was now walking over to the group with Annie.

She laughed at something Annie said which also had Annie laughing. Annie ran to Hughie and Y/N sat next to Reggie. “You drunk enough yet?” A-Train asked her and she giggled. “I’m not even drunk.” She said and he rolled his eyes. He downed his drink and got up to get another. She followed him, “You know I can’t let you drink anymore right?” He asked her and asked the bartender for another drink. “I just wanna be near you.” She said and he looked at her. “Is that a problem?” She asked. The bartender gave him the drink and he walked back to the table.

“No but I feel like this is a drunk thing.” He said and sat down. “It’s not, I just can’t admit it to you sober.” He tried not to freak out about it. “You’re drunk.” He said. “Yeah sure but drunk words are sober thoughts.” She shrugged. He down his drink feeling a little tipsy from it. It was his 5th one and Supes don’t get drunk that fast. “So what? Do you have a crush on me?” He asked, almost regretting it. “You could say that.” She said and took MM’s drink and downed it. “Aw come on Y/N.” MM said and Reggie laughed. She smiled at him and giggled. 

Reggie was drunk, maybe as drunk as Y/N and they were walking around and laughing. “So tell me about Reggie.” He looked at her, “How do you know my real name?” He asked. “Your movie?” She laughed which made him laugh. “You watch that stuff?” He asked and she nodded. “There’s not much.” He said. “Well whatever there is I want to hear it.” She said. He smiled and told her all about Reggie. 

Y/N groaned as she woke from slumber. The bright sun made her head spin from the hangover. She didn’t remember much but how could she when she drank as much as she did. She was scared to open her eyes to the light but she heard breathing next to her. She opened her eyes and saw Reggie laying next to her asleep.

He looked so peaceful and cute. She smiled a little at the sight but was afraid that he would freak out when he woke. She lifted her hand to rub her eyes and felt a ring on her finger. She looked at it and silently gasped. It was a wedding ring. She pulled the covers down to see Reggie’s hands and saw one on him too.

“Holy fuck.” She says loudly which makes Reggie open his eyes. He sees Y/N and his first thought was they had sex and she was freaking out about that. “What did we do?” He asked with a yawn. She looked a little freaked out. “We got married.” “What?” He asked, sitting up. She sat up and showed him her finger. There was a wedding ring on it. His eyes widened and he looked down to find him wearing one as well. What the fuck happened?

Y/N pulled Reggie to the altar as it was the closest place to them. “What are we doing?” He asked. “I wanna live out a fantasy of mine.” She told him. He smirked, thinking she meant a sexual one. “I’m done.” He said. “Really?” She asked. She was so excited that he agreed and pulled him into the altar. “Wait, you wanna have sex here?” He asked and she looked at him. “I wanna get married.” “Married?” She nodded. “Why?” He asked, kinda sad it wasn’t sex. “It’s been a dream of mine since I was little so let’s do it.” She gave him puppy dog eyes and he couldn’t say no to her. So they signed the papers and got rings. 

Y/N laughed and fell back in the bed. Reggie turned to her and laughed too. “Reggie we are fucking married. That’s how drunk we got.” She laughed. “Worst things could have happened.” He said. “Yep but by law my last name is Franklin. Y/N Franklin.” She said, “That’s not so bad.” He said and turned to her.

Her smile dropped and she turned towards him, “Wait you like that?” She asked. He shrugged, “Could be worse. I mean I remember you telling me you liked me. You got to marry me the same night!” He exclaimed and she chuckled. “That is a crazy experience.” She said, He stared at her as she looked at the ring on her finger.

There was a small smile on her face. He smiled and turned her chin towards him. Before she could say anything he kissed her. She kissed back after a minute and he smiled. “Best living fantasy ever!” She exclaimed and he laughed. Yeah it really was.

[fandomnerd9602]

Web: how does this work? Like how do you all sleep?

Mattie: I sleep on the left

Anya: I sleep on the right

Y/N: I sleep in between them.

Julia: and I sleep on top of Y/N

Y/N: it’s like I’m being smothered by love each night

Web: how did I not see this coming?

For @jacenradio7

[sleepyhutcherson]

you’re home

masterlist

pairing: franklin fox x gn!reader

summary: where franklin, your boyfriend, surprises you with his return from a long work trip.

word count: 1.2k

tags: fluff, no use of y/n, clingy, touch starved, established relationship, petnames (love, babe, baby), just fluff literally.

author’s note: i adore this man. i need this man. he was such a cutie ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) seriously criminal how little content there is of him. expect more content of him from me tho. (also half asleep as i edited this, sorry for any spelling errors lmao)

You were a little bothered Franklin hadn’t called you, usually he would have called by now. He’s been out of town due to a work trip, it was sorted out last minute and with your work schedule you weren’t able to tag along with him. He would be gone for four weeks.

It’s been two weeks since he left, since then you’ve both clinged onto your phones eager to see each other through FaceTime or simply hear each other’s voices. You would text back and forth on a daily basis, meaningless conversation, just enjoying the mere words being exchanged.

You arrived from work an hour ago, you had just showered and were just starting on dinner. This was around the time Franklin called. You were feeling extra low today, missing your boyfriend a little more than usual. So you waited for him to call, anxiously stealing glances at your phone eager to pick up the phone the moment it rang.

A few minutes had passed, you were cutting up some vegetables, waiting…patiently. You try to discard the worries running through your mind, convincing yourself he was probably stuck at work. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a little worried. It wasn’t like him. For the past two weeks he’s called at the same time every day. Maybe he was just tired today? No, you think, he would call anyway. He would, you know him. You were being dramatic probably so you forced yourself to focus on your hands as they prepared your meal, your eyes flickering towards your phone that you made sure to place with the screen facing up in case you for some reason missed the ringtone.

But nothing, even after 15 minutes.

You shoot him a quick message then asking if he arrived at his hotel he was staying at safely, keeping your chats opened up hoping you would at least see he was typing back. Yet nothing appeared. God, you were overreacting surely.

The sound of someone trying to open the front door of your flat startles you, your heart practically springs out of your chest. Before you can even react, the door opens, and Franklin steps inside with his suitcase. You’re heart races, more than happy to see him. There’s a cheeky grin on his face when he sees your reaction, his arms opening up the second he sees you making your way towards him. “Hey, baby,” he coos, wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing the side of your head, taking in your scent. He melts into your touch, the familiar scent of your shampoo comforting him.

“You’re home,” you breathe out, relieved to see him—to have him back. Your hands are behind his neck, inching slowly up to the back of his head, your fingers entwined with his hair.

Franklin buries his face in the crook of your neck, nestling up there, tickling you slightly. “I missed you,” he whispers, kissing the smooth skin on your neck. He feels so vulnerable right now, your bodies pressed up against each other, sweet words being exchanged between each other. He pulls you closer, barely any space left between the two of you, desperation and greed taking over. He kisses up to your jaw, soft kisses being left on your skin, whispering between each peck how much he missed you, how much he longed for you, how much he’s been waiting to see you: how happy he was to have you this close to him again.

“I missed you, too.” You say with honesty. Your hands play with his hair the way you knew he liked it, tilting your head back a little to give him more access to your neck. The way he kissed you now was different from before, the kisses he left behind were so pure and slow as if he was making sure to take his time. To really enjoy the moment. You loved it, honestly.

You try to withdraw from his grasp a little—only to get a better look at him—but his grip tightens on you, not enough to hurt you but enough to show you he doesn’t want you to let go just yet. “Don’t. Not yet.” you hear him muffle into your neck. He was practically clinging onto you, not wanting to be without your touch ever again.

One of your hands continuously plays with his hair, the other rubbing softly against his back in a comforting manner. “I was worried about you,” you say then, “you didn’t call or anything.”

Now he pulls away, “I know,” he cups your jaw now, locking his deep brown eyes with yours, you nearly melt at the mere glance. “I wanted to surprise you.”

You smile, “you wanted to surprise me?”

He nods, cheeks pink now. “I thought maybe you would want to see me.” Suddenly, he’s much more shy with his words.

Your hands rest against his waist, his breath catching when you start rubbing his clothed skin with your thumb. “Maybe I did,” you pull him closer to you, his hands on the sides of your face, thumb gently rubbing your cheek.

He raises a brow, a smile on his lips. “Ah, did you?” There’s a playful demeanour between the two of you, one that is so familiar to each other. One that you both missed. Your noses brush against each other’s for a brief moment, you let out a soft giggle and Franklin loses it there his lips pressing against yours, and you welcome his kiss immediately. The kiss is soft, your lips moving in sync, your hands trailing slowly above his waist and fuck does it make him weak, the way your hands feel on him.

When you pull away, your hands move up to cup his face. “I’m glad you’re home,” you whisper with a smile, his eyes boring into yours.

He presses a kiss against your cheek but he lets his lips linger there for a moment longer. He would love to stay like this forever, your hands cupping his face, the softness of your palms against his skin, his lips against your flushed cheeks. “I missed you so much,” he says, his words clear but muffled against you. Still, you don’t miss the way his words are chocked up.

You pull him back, your hands gently on his sides again, you knew he loved being touched like that. His eyes are slightly glossy with presumably tears but he isn’t sad, a huge smile is plastered on his lips, and he genuinely seems thrilled. He is happy, that’s the thing. He’s so happy to be in your grasp, to have your lips bestowed on him merely moments ago. “You’re here now, love.”

He presses his lips against yours briefly, just to feel them again. You chase after his lips, your hands moving to the back of his neck to pull him towards you, and you kiss him once more, deepening the kiss this time. You were both happy to be in each other’s presence again, happy to be touched by the other—to be held. Franklin was very obviously in love with you just as you were with him.

When you pull away, he smiles at you like a lovesick idiot, murmuring an “I love you” as he pulls you in to embrace you, wanting to endure your warmth, your scent—you, altogether.

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