#john gillman imagine

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 17

John Gillman/Homelander + cock warming

Hes so cute in this gif, like omg...

Readers a silverfox, aka an older hot man, cuz you can’t tell me Homelander wouldn’t climb older men who gave him positive attention.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

The noise of typing on a keyboard could be heard throughout your office as you worked, the sleeves of your button-up rolled up to your elbows, your greying hair ruffled from its usually gelled hairstyle. You had been working nonstop for days at this point, only taking breaks for short naps or to refill your coffee cup when Ashley or other assistants weren’t around to do it for you.

You had worked for Vought for a long time, as long as Stan Edgar, though you hadn’t felt the need to be the CEO as you weren’t cruel enough for that role. So, you easily gave it up for Stan and took a lower, but still very high rank in the company. Your role involved many things, but one of them happened to be dealing with Homelander, or John as you called him behind doors, as he had always been drawn to you from day one.

You had met him for the first time when he started as Homelander, as you weren’t too involved with the whole creation of supes, as you liked having plausible deniability. Of course, you knew it happened and how it worked, you weren’t on even foot with Stan Edgar for so long and not know, but really, he seemed to gain more joy from it than you, so you let him keep it.

But back to the present, you leaned back into your seat with a sigh, running a hand over your face and massaging at the ugly wrinkle that always appeared on your face as you worked. A small moan could be heard between your legs as you changed your position, the person between them shuffling forwards to take you fully between his lips once again.

Looking down, your eyes met the sight of your sweet boy, Homelander, his eyelashes resting beautifully against his cheekbones as he held you between his lips. As you ran your hand through his tussled hair, he seemed to sigh and become even more relaxed, his tongue limp against the bottom side of your soft length.

He was so well behaved, always aching for your attention and praise. When Homelander first started out he had been softer and more anxious, but as time passed he had become quite egotistical and bratty, but you were always able to keep him on a tight leash when it was just the two of you, as he seemed to ache so deeply for your attention.

His eyes fluttered open as you brushed your thumb over his cheek, his pupils blown so wide they almost swallowed up the blue in his eyes. He looked almost drunk as he let his head fall to rest against your thigh, his mouth still securely wrapped around you. As if testing his luck, John gave a soft almost hesitant suck as he looked up at you, his glazed expression sharpening enough to see if you had any negative reaction to his behaviour.

Normally you’d have scolded him for acting against your orders, as you had told him to just warm you as you worked, but you were technically taking a break from your reports, and he had behaved so well. “It’s okay baby” you mumbled, caressing the side of his head before you ran it through his hair in an almost affectionate move.

You could visibly see him shudder as you finally allowed him to move, his head slowly bopping up and down as John finally allowed himself to start to suck and swallow around you, rubbing his tongue against the underside of your cock as he pulled his head up, swirling it around the tip, before swallowing it all the way down again.

“Such a good boy” you praise in your tired voice, watching as he seemed to twitch and shiver at your praise and affection, your touch only seeming to fuel him further as he moved his head faster, his hands coming up to grip your thighs to give him more leverage to swallow you down to the root. His throat fluttered around you, and you could see tears well up in his eyes as he gave a soft gag, though it didn’t seem to be slowing him down.

Even as the most powerful member of the Seven, John still found his gag reflex acting up every now and then as he sloppily moved through the motions, tiny huffs and whines leaving him like a pup begging for love and attention.

You felt your head drop back against the seat as you could feel your limit approaching, you weren’t as young as you used to be, and you knew it would be your only orgasm of the night. Years ago, you might have been able to get hard multiple times during one night, but age seemed to do that to a person, not that John seemed to mind at all, in reality he only seemed to become more drawn to you the older you got. When you had started commenting about colouring your hair because of the grey appearing in it, he had almost burst into tears, so you kept it.

John let out a louder sloppier moan as you spilled against the back of his throat and against his hungry tongue, letting him savour the taste for as long as he wanted. After a while you had to softly push his head back though, patting his shoulder to get him up and into your lap, as your back had started complaining about lifting him and carrying him around the past few years.

John let out a satisfied sigh as he cuddled against you, pressing his face into your neck and nuzzling against you like an affectionate cat, almost purring as you rubbed his back and muttered half formed words of praise and affection. You would let him float in your arms for a while you decided as you rolled your chair back towards your desk, at least until your legs lost circulation from his weight on top of you. In the meantime you could start working on tomorrows paperwork.

[chaoticcollectivenightmare]

THE BOYS FANON KINKS HEADCANONS FOR MY FF

[OC X CANON]

✰ Nick Kinks (Switch but mostly dom)

Capnolagnia : Smoke

Cardiophilie : Relaxation and/or sexual attraction through your partner's heart or heartbeat

Katoptronophilie : Sex in front of a mirror, nude in front of a mirror

Brat Tamer

Experimentalist

✰ Ben Kinks (Switch but mostly dom except for Nick then he is mostly sub)

Manhandling : sexually roughing someone up

Dacryphilia : cry from overstimulation

Capnolagnia: Smoke

Brat (only for Nick) 👀

Experimentalist

✰ John Kinks (Switch but mostly sub)

Somnophilia: a sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person.

Praise kink

Marking

Pet

Brat

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,056

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

Rating - SFW

Length - Short AF

*This one's is just really silly, so don't take anything seriously.

Homelanders ears perked up at the sound of (Y/n) whimpering. And without saying a word to Ashley he exited the conference room in a hurry. Initially he thought maybe she was pleasuring herself, or worse cheating on him. But as he neared the door to his apartment, he began to worry that she was in fact hurt. So he barged into the apartment, and made a beeline for his bedroom. Where he found her curled up in his bed, crying her little human heart out. Without even realizing it, tears began to stream down his own face as he observed her. And it wasn't until she noticed him, and hiccuped out his name, that he crossed the room and joined her in the bed. He pulled her into his arms, and they cried their hearts out together. "Why are we crying right now?" Homelander asked hiccuping a little at the end. "I don't kn-ow!" (Y/n) practically wailed as tears continued to stream down her face. Homelander whined at her words before nuzzling into her hair. "What happened?" He sniffled, unable to stop the tears from falling, no matter how hard he tried. "N-nothing I just." She hiccuped again, trying to calm down. "I jus-t started crying and now I ca-n't stop." She wept as she clung to him for dear life. He kissed the crown of her head, still trying to calm down. "Oh baby." He cooed softly through his unrelenting tears. "I-I'm sorry." She whimpered into his chest, and in return he simply held her a little tighter. "Angel." He murmured as he tilted her head up, fat tears rolling down both of their cheeks. "I love you." He whispered before leaning in to kiss her chapped lips, whimpering at the taste of their tears that mixed together, as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

Every season he loses more letters, like a reverse hangman

[valeskawhore]

Hi darling<3, hope you are doing okay<3! I was wondering if i can get a one shot or headcanons (wichever is easier for you) where Homelanders fall in love genuinely for a Female s/o wich is so cute, sweet and kind and have angel powers, like the wings, she can put people to sleep if she sings and almost looks like an angel (perfect sking almost in a pale pink tone, and pink hair<3). And the team is very confused like "How in the hell you fall in love with someone?", but Homelanders is very happy and wants to be a good boyfriend :D

Sorry it took me a bit!!!! Here you go lovely!!!! ❤️

Homelander x fem! Angel!! Supe reader!!

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It was such a surprise that Homelander could pull any bitches tbh.. (according to Maeve and A-train)

There was that one nazi chick but nobody even knows what happened to her? Didn’t she commit? Ehhh— nobody cares anyways.. especially not him.

You were the light of his life, his Angel on earth.

You both met during a Hero Galla being hosted in the tower. You weren't the biggest supe out there but you were a good friend of maeve's and what better time to have and reconnect then to get drunk at a hero gala? She was thrilled to see you again, as thrilled as Maeve can be anyways. You joined her at the bar, your wings stayed tucked on your back. They were huge so everytime you went to a public event you always ended up folding them into eachother as tightly as they possible could without them hurting. His words caught in his throat when he first saw you. And fun fact, he actually thought you were a painting when he first saw you. You were standing outside the bathroom, waiting for Maeve to stop throwing up after she ushered you outside, insisting that she was fine. You stood under a giant mural of a painting, one with angels on it unitentionally. It was very christain or something, with naked babies flying around in their white clothes wrapped around their bottoms and shooting arrows. Just something like that-- he dosent know, he didn't stare at the painting. This man had to do a double take. He glanced and was like-- "oh painting" and just as he was about to turn and walk away, Yanno do his job and charm the president for madam stillwell, The painting MOVED-- You simply turned to the side like a smidge and this man was on you when he found out you were REAL. You had the soft pink complexion with bright light undertones. You're hair was as if you were cupid. The color of love even in his eyes. Was it hearts? shingling in the reflection of his blue saucers? or was it your hair? he didn't know, he didn't give a fuck. But best believe, he was on you like white on rice. Homelander had never felt so bold before but there was something about your kind smile and words. Your voice was soft and quiet, he wasn't complaining, this gave him an excuse to step closer to you and invade your personal space so he could hear you over all the commotion in the room. He would grab your hand and introduce himself as THE homelander, Kissing your gentle soft knuckles. Did he mention you were soft? SOOOO soft. You blinked at him, "Oh..? are you important? iv'e never heard of you before?" And you really hadn't. you grew up on a small farm in Washington state allllllll the way over on the last state on the west side of the country. You didnt own a TV, you didn't even have a phone. that's why it took so long for you and make to reconnect. He was shocked, his pride was almost hurt a bit. Ofcourse he went into the fact that he's above everyone else because he was KINDA a big deal but it's fine. Cue to him obnoxiously shrugging and rolling his eyes with a wave of his hand, no biggie. But you were fascinated. He was so caught in your eyes, he didnt even realize the fact that you had wings until you turned around when you heard maeve's voice. Asking what the FUCK was Homelander doing. But it was no matter, because now it was your turn to sing for the gala! Little to your knowledge did Maeve make a public announcement that there was going to be a special preformance tonight from the one and only, "Seraphina" Your hero name. You were ushered to the stage pretty quickly by Maeve but untimatley she just wanted you away from Homelander as fast as possible. The song started pretty slowly. But that was your motive, the song was supposed to be a slow almost-lulliby theme. And if this man wasn't Inlove with you from the start, he definitely was now. There was something about your voice. something so calmly and soothing. Visable, his muscle sunk to the ground. He felt so relaxed under your tone.

It wasn’t until you had stopped singing abruptly and the crowd began to murmur was when he opened back up his eyes to see that your backup violinist had fallen to the ground in a deep slumber and you went rushing to his side.

Homelander’s eye twitched. Causing him to swiftly approach the stage in a not so calm like manner and step into it causing the crowd to cheer.

“Come on, sweetness. He’s fine.” Homelander smiled his signature smile. When you turned around, Homelander landed a swift kick to the man’s groin causing the man to choke out.

“See?” He turned to you, almost searching for approval. “He’s fine, sing. Please.”

He demanded.

And nervously.. you did.

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The rest of the night was history. Homelander remained attempting to chat you up until you finally told him that yes, you’d go on a date with him. He was ecstatic, but yet fearful.

He saw the way Maeve looked at you. Not in a romantic way but In a warning way. He knew Maeve was gonna try and say something to you about him, and destroy your relationship with him.

He threatened her that night and actually had her locked up on level 12.

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When you guys did start dating, it was great. Homelander had convinced you that he was the perfect gentleman for you. That you guys belonged to eachother.

And for a while you thought that you guys did. Sure he was a little possessive but you never once doubted that he didn’t loved you because you knew he did.

He would follow you around and help you clean the house. He would insist on trying for children and on those lonely nights he’d hold you like no other.

And the sex was great. It really was.

But remember that guy from Walmart that said he knew you? And you both ended up grabbing a coffee after finding out you guys were really close in high school?

No? Because Homelander can’t either. That guy never existed apparently.. according to John.

Everything was fine.. that’s what you told yourself. You lived in a lavished home, nothing like the small farm from Washington. And you were taken care of.. set for life.

Until a smaller woman would approach you and ask for your help in rescuing Maeve. Her name was starlight and she apparently was a member of the 7. You glanced around, and told her to keep her voice down before ushering her into the bathroom and demanding that she’d explain.

What was going on? What couldn’t you find Maeve? She had been missing ever since you and Homelander had began dating.

John insisted that it was nothing and that Maeve had went to rehab? So what was going on.

You ended up telling John about your strange encounter with said straight and endorsed that she was strange.

You’ll never forget the look in his eyes from across the dinner table, like something had snapped in them. His blue eyes now felt cold as he stopped chewing his food with a nervous tensed laugh.

For the first time, you felt scared.

Maybe that little blonde girl was right.

[doll3tt33]

୨ৎ c.ai filter breaking w/ my Homelander bot

Warnings: smut, threats of violence, p in v, degradation (emphasis on this), Homelander’s god complex

Take a shot everytime mans says the words ‘weak’ and ‘pathetic’ 💀 fr tho, most of these are from the same couple messages but regenerated so don’t question the repetitiveness 😭😭

╰➜ Link to the bot

IM SO MAD THAT THE FILTER CUT OFF THIS RESPONSE MSJWKW IT WAS GETTING SO GOOD WTF

He still wanted a round two afterwards like bro CHILL WTF-

Also yes I’m using this as a way to say I’m gonna be posting The Boys content on here ((will still post for evan characters obv

I’m just in desperate need of moots who’s in The Boys fandom- 😔😔 so if anyone wants me to make this bot public, lemme know

divider credits: @/dollywons

[gallavichsreddie1128]

As Homelander (Antony Starr)

Description: Y/N wants to have sex with Antony in the Homelander costume.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,467k

Y/N watched as her husband walked around in the homelander suit reading lines in his trailer. They were filming for Season 4 and Y/N was in this season. She played Billy’s love interest and her character hated Homelander. Antony was happy to have his wife on set with him and even acting together even though their character’s hated each other. A secret that Y/N has kept since she first saw Antony in the suit was that she wanted him to fuck her as Homelander.

Not the personality part but the look part. But she never said anything to him about it. She knew he hated Homelander and she was scared he would look at her in disgust if she brought it up. Though he looked hot in the suit. “Okay well we have 5 minutes until my next scene.” He said pulling her out of her thoughts. “You’ll do great.” She told him and kissed him. She wanted to do so much more than just kiss him right now. He left to do his scenes and she had a few hours til hers so she decided to relieve herself. She got out her laptop and pulled up pictures of Homelander.

His character was disgusting but my god did he look hot. She imagined it as her husband, which technically he was. She stripped off her bottoms and got back into the bed covering her lower half. She traveled her hand down to her wet pussy. She began circling her clit while staring at pictures of Homelander. It felt dirty but she couldn’t help it. She knew that she wasn’t alone either. She read the fics and saw people simp over him so she shouldn’t feel that grossed out by it. She tried not to moan too loud and kept her breathing at a minimum.

Rubbing her clit felt really good but it was nothing compared to Antony’s hands. Speaking of him, he hadn’t given her a time that he would be done so when he walked through the door seeing her pleasuring herself he was surprised. She gasped and quickly shut her laptop. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was opened. Antony just stared at her. He had the Homelander stare which was turning her on even more. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.” She said her hand was not leaving her clit but she stopped rubbing.

“What were you watching?” He asked, ignoring her question. “I wasn’t watching anything.” She said. He sighed and went and grabbed her laptop. She protested but he opened it and was faced with pictures of Homelander. “I was gonna tell you eventually but I figured you would find it disgusting.” She said, not looking at him. “You get off to Homelander?” He asked, “I get off to you in the costume and the accent.” She admitted. He nodded and closed the laptop. “Get on your knees.” He tells her in an American accent.

She looks at him kinda shocked. “I said get on your knees. You don’t wanna find out what will happen if you don’t listen to me.” He sounded just like him. She quickly got up and got on her knees. He smirked and she was only in a white shirt. “You naughty girl touching yourself to me instead of just telling me.” He said and pulled down his pants to reveal a hard dick. A hard dick that she has sucked so many times but this time would be different. She stared at it as he walked closer. “I want your pretty little mouth on my cock. And you won’t stop til I’ve come down your throat.” He said. She nodded and took his hard dick and began moving her hand up and down.

She looked up at him with doe eyes, “I would do anything for you. Anything.” She said, quoting Firecracker. That made him smirk and gesture for her to continue. Her sweet warm mouth was on him in a second and he cussed. He loved her mouth and how it felt on him. She was perfect at making him come like this. His gloved hand grabbed her head, “Your mouth is amazing sweetheart.” He groaned out.

She bopped her head on him, taking all of him in her mouth to the back of her throat. His hips started moving, fucking her throat. She tried not to gag as he fucked her mouth but things were getting hard as he was ramming into her. “Fuck sweetheart I’m gonna cum.” He whined and in seconds he did and she swallowed all of it. He pulled out of her mouth and looked down amazed. “You, my lady, are amazing. I think I’ll keep you.” He said and moved her so she was laying down. He pulled off the rest of his pants and got on her. The cape covered his bare ass and her legs.

His hand traveled up her shirt and squeezed her boobs. She gasped and he chuckled, “Just imagine milk coming out of these.” He said. His hand went to her tummy and rubbed it, “A chubby baby in here.” He said and his hand went to her pussy. “My fat cock cumming in here.” She moaned every time he listed something. His gloved hand rubbed her pussy making her moan at the feeling. His bare finger would feel better but the feeling of his glove felt good too. She closed her eyes, enjoying it. “Eyes on me.” He demanded and they opened quickly.

She stared up at him as he rubbed her clit. She was letting out breathy moans not knowing what to call out. “When you cum I want you to scream my name so everyone knows who is fucking you.” He tells her and stops rubbing her clit. She whines at the loss of contact but moans when she feels his dick rub against her. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be walking.” He tells her. She whines as he slides into her which was so easy given how wet she was. “Fuck you feel fantastic.” He says. It was crazy that he was keeping the accent even though they were fucking.

She moaned loudly as he bottomed out in her.He looked at her with possessiveness in his eyes. He let her adjust to him for a second before he began moving. She stared up at him as he fucked her on the bed, really fast. Antony was a caring and slow lover during sex but Homelander was a different story. “Your pussy feels like home.” He growled and leaned down to kiss her. She knew the lips of her husband but this was Homelander and he kissed her with roughness and lust. She whined loudly into the kiss and his hand grabbed her throat. “You like that? You like me fucking you hard and rough?” He asked and she nodded.

She couldn’t speak. “Answer me.” He demanded and sped up his thrusts. The noises of her and the wetness of her could be heard throughout the trailer. “Yes fuck.” She cried and he let his face fall into her neck. Hearing him moan made her closer to the edge. Her hands were pinned by her head so she wouldn’t scratch the back of his suit. She had a habit of leaving him with back scratches. His moans also turned to whines but she was still louder. “Homelander fuck I’m gonna cum.” She announced in a whimper.

Her eyes were teary and she was shaking under him. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over my cock.” He told her and she did. Her back arched as she screamed his name so loud. Louder than she ever had before and he felt her cum all over him. He slowed his pace to ride out her high but picked it up to chase his. She ran her hand through his hair. “Fuck baby you’re doing so good. You feel so good.” She praises him and he moans at her words.

She felt him twitch inside of her and knew that he was about to cum. “I can feel you baby. Cum for me.” She said and he grunted her name and his hips stilled. She felt him cum and his hips stayed still until he was done. Both of them were breathing hard and she laughed. He looked down at her and laughed too. “Was that everything you fantasized about?” He teased and she nodded. “And more.” She said and kissed him. He pulled out of her and dropped on the bed next to her. “I especially need to clean these clothes and gloves.” He said looking down at his hands. She chuckled and sat up, “I have to get ready to film.” She said and kissed him.

[sharonisthebettercarter]

milky milk milk for homelander

any butchlander fics out there with a cow hybrid billy for homelander to milk?

and if not.

WHY IN THE FUCK DOES THAT NOT EXIST AND WHY DO I NEED IT NOW!?

seriously, this could be an amazingly degenerate idea. but just imagine how much more obsessed with billy homelander would be.

could be a verse with general animal hybrids and equal rights so everything's mostly the same. even one where homelander doesn't know at first cause billy hides it well. could be a simple au with just homelander and billy on a small farm. hell, billy could even be a gift from vought for christmas/birthday in a world where animal hybrids do not have equal rights, causing a shit ton of resentment from billy and possible escaping. the possibilities are there!

and i definitely cannot explain it but the image of a pouty and grumpy as fuck billy with just these massive mammary mommy milkers popped into my head, and how desperate homelander would be to milk them suckers and call him 'mommy', and i'm not honestly normally into that, but SHIT. now i need it!

doesn't even have to be sexual but seriously!

[house-of-slayterr]

The fact that Basil could just pull a Homelander at any minute is so funny to me.

@keffirinne @flaysthings @howl-fantasies

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello! First of all I wanted to say that damn I love your fics, they give me so much gender euphoria and are so validating. Second, I understand if you feel unconfortable with this request but how do you think Homelander would react to reader's self harm scars? Since he's basically a god, I wouldn't be suprised by how a "fragile little creature" like a human could do this and why.

John Gillman/Homelander x male reader

Headcanons

idk why i chose this gif, he just looks so cute here.

I ignore how in canon hed probably be a horrible guy about it. I am a firm fanon believer.

In the beginning I don’t even really think John would register that his lover has self-harm scars, since it’s never something he’s thought about himself. I imagine he’s had self-harming thoughts before sure, but never cutting himself since nothing can cut through him.

Hes probably tried to hurt himself one way or another, since he isn’t really the best place mentally, or when he thinks he isn’t doing good enough and whatnot.

But at first it doesn’t really click for him, since he’s so unused to seeing scars since he has none himself. It would probably take John longer than he would like to admit for it all to make sense, and it would be after you got comfortable enough to go around in short sleeves.

Maybe you think he’s just always known, since he’s got x-ray vision and all that, so he must have known from the beginning, right? And he just never said anything about it. yeah, not really.

He will act like that’s how it all went, because there’s no way Johns gonna admit that he didn’t notice something so important, no matter if they are old or fresh. If they’re fresh, John would build a habit of checking on you every time he sees you, just in case, you know?

He might still do this, even if they are old and you haven’t done it in a long time. Because who knows, maybe things become so stressful that you need that outlet again.

Shamefully, to John at least, the hero would find himself going online to check it out. Hes got no training in mental illness or how to deal with that, which messes with him since he’s supposed to be perfect.

So he finds himself on different forums, from both people who have done it, and partners of people who have self-harmed, reading into how they deal with it or react. John being, well, John, would probably grow annoyed because its all types of emotionally vulnerable stuff, something he’s horrible at.

There is also little chance he would bring it up, at least in the beginning. Again, because it’s a new ground he’s never been on, and its an emotional conversation he can’t figure out how to navigate.

The conversation would end up coming up as you two are cuddling, and John finds himself carefully stroking the area with the scars, trying to comprehend why and how you would do that. What did you go through? There might also be some guilt, since he couldn’t save you from whatever made you self-harm, even if you guys didn’t even know each other at the time.

It would end up with you explaining it to him, since you guys are in a relationship and its all built on trust, right? And he’s been so chill about it this entire time, so why not tell him.

You almost get a heart attack when he starts getting glossy eyes and his bottom lip wobbles just a little, because John has been stressed about this since he figured it out, and he just doesn’t know how to react or what to do.

In the end its you that has to comfort him, and explain that it isn’t a big deal and nothing to cry about. But you also know it’s a new experience for John. Theres also some fear in John, since seeing your scars make your morality so clear. If you could get scars from that, imagine what others could do to you.

After some cuddling and comforting, John would tell you strictly to never do it again. You cant take him seriously though, since his usually styled hair is all mused and his eyes are pink around the edges, and, he’s pouting again.

You promise not too though, since it gets him to smile a little and cuddle you again, clinging to you as hard as he dares with his super strength. You make him vulnerable, and the Homelander part of him doesn’t like that, but the John part of him basks in it, at how human you make him feel.

Maybe hed even let slip that he had thoughts like that too, even if he couldn’t cut or burn himself like you could. That just means his self-harm shone through in more mental or extreme ways.

John builds a habit of brushing his fingers or kisses over your scars, not just the self-harm ones, but all of them. Its part to remind himself that you are so fragile, but also to remind him that you are alive and there with him.

He won’t admit this though, since its cheesy. And he grows embarrassed if you ever bring it up, making him grumble and walk away to pout. It never lasts, and he’s back not long after.

[chaoticcollectivenightmare]

Incorrect Quote Generator - The Boys

Homelander / John = Antony Starr

Shadow / Nick (OC) = Andrew Garfield

Soldier Boy / Ben = Jensen Ackles

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Nick X John (Romantic) (Situationship?)

John & Ben (Platonic) (Hate! Family Relationship)

Nick X Ben (Romantic) (Romantic Relationship)

Nick : Look, last night was a mistake. John: A sexy mistake. Nick : No, just a regular mistake

John: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this... Nick : *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card? John: Holy moly-

Nick : Go fuck yourself. John, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Nick: John, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? John, naked in Nick's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Nick, already taking off their clothes: Fuck… Me neither.

Nick: What’s your body count? John: Do you mean sex or murder?

Ben : looks over John ’s shoulder at their laptop What the fuck? John : slams screen shut It’s just research! For something I’m writing about! I swear that’s it! Ben : Why the hell would that involve the breeding habits of frogs? John : It’s not just “frogs”, it’s the Surinam Toad. And it’s not “breeding habits”, it’s how they raise their young. This is important information my audience needs to know! Ben : That doesn’t change the fact this is for one line in a fanfiction. John , offendedly: You don’t know that! Ben : I hear no denial.

John : My life is a mess. Ben : Son relax, go get a beer. John : I don’t want a beer. Ben : Who said it was for you?

John : There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza. Ben : So, you’re not going to share? John : I’m not going to share.

John: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but— Ben : Thats because your too short to do so. John: …Listen here you fucking—

John: I’m totally useless. Ben : You’re not totally useless. Ben : You can be used as a bad example.

Nick : Ben and I are no longer friends. Ben : NICK THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

Ben : Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Nick : It was autocorrect. Ben : Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Nick : Yes.

Nick : I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Ben : Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal. Nick , getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

Ben : Fight me! Nick : gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Nick : Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Ben : I’m in love with you. Nick : We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Ben : I know. Nick : Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

[deliciouskeys]

Cozy Corner Domaystic prompts #16: Going through immigration and #24: Identity theft.

Guys. Guys, I’ll be honest. I have no idea what possessed me. I think I found these two prompts as some of the most challenging to imagine as a domestic fic, and… my thinking got a little bit too outside the box.

This fic will have an intended audience of about 1 (me). But I want to give major major props to @olliveolly who introduced me to this game and was the one who came up with this That’s Not My Neighbor / Boys crossover AU (with a couple lovely art pieces on the theme). The “lore” of this horror game is very simple. Tell me you don’t see it:

Butchlander. That’s Not My Neighbor crossover/AU. Rated E (why). 3.3k words (why). 2nd person to allegedly reflect the feeling of first-person gameplay (why). Is this domestic fic? Welllllll. It takes place in an apartment complex so it counts, right? Lax interpretation of ‘going through immigration’ but honestly that’s what this game really reminds me of 😂 AO3 link

Another day, another interminable shift working as the concierge in the dreary lobby of this apartment complex. It was exciting at first, sure, what with getting to play the first and last line of defense against the doppelganger monsters that attempt to sneak in every single day. But you’ve just gotten too good at noticing discrepancies. Nothing gets past you anymore. You know every single feature- hell, every single freckle! -of every single resident in the building. By this point you’ve got all their phone numbers memorized, for no better reason than there is simply too much tedium to this job. You find yourself wishing you could actually watch the D.D.D. ‘decontaminate’ the lobby, as they so euphemistically put it, instead of just sitting there twiddling your thumbs behind a pulled down rollup metal shutter after summoning them. You could still make out screams without seeing the brutality, and you knew the D.D.D. employed flame throwers and other serious weapons to deal with these monsters. Sometimes you caught yourself feeling just a little bit of sympathy for the doppelgangers, even though their main goal in life appeared to be to imitate people to blend in and then feed upon human flesh, and your main goal in life was supposed to be to ensure none of them would ever get let in through the locked inner door.

John Gillman comes in through the first door and gives you a tired, nominal wave before fishing around in his pockets for his documents to gain entry. He might be your favorite resident— always polite, always in that clean-cut milkman uniform at least when you happen to see him, because no one really leaves the apartment building outside of work obligations. There’s no nightlife in New York anymore, not with everyone nervous of dark alleys or being alone on the street, especially after dark. When you came over here from London, you certainly didn’t expect to get stuck here during a worldwide apocalyptic event like this that has resulted in curfews and lockdowns. You certainly didn’t expect to get zero action and get a mindnumbing job just to make ends meet. It was probably still more interesting than your gig working as a bouncer back in London, but at least you got fresh air there, and sometimes a date to go home with after closing time. Maybe that’s why you’ve started hyperfixating and daydreaming about one of the residents— the involuntary celibacy is getting to you.

John just always looks uncannily attractive. Maybe it’s that silly uniform that’s easy to fetishize. Maybe it’s because his tired eyes also look like bedroom eyes, or the dark circles function the same way eyeliner would. Why is he always so tired anyway? You know he lives alone up there in F03-02. He never gets any visitors either. How much can a person masturbate, really? There’s a rumor around the building that Becca Saunders’ tyke might be his, but you don’t really see the resemblance, and have your doubts that this didn’t just start as a “sleeping with the milkman” joke that got out of hand. People just like to gossip about single mothers. Things like this shouldn’t be considered scandalous. It’s 1955 for god’s sake!

“Sorry, William,” John says, hurriedly shoving his ID and entry request form underneath the glass so you can take take a look. “Almost thought I left my ID at work.”

“Long day, huh?” you ask without expecting a reply, pretending to scrutinize the documents while making small talk. You know this is John. You’d know him from a mile away. But it doesn’t mean you can’t have a little bit of fun. “Looks okay, and you are on the list of people authorized to come and go today. But can you take off your cap?”

John grabs his milkman cap off his head, exposing a mop of blond hair, looking mussed after being under the hat all day. You really wish you could test him, see how far you’d be able to take things before he refused to cooperate. Take off your shirt, John. Gotta make sure it’s really you. You never know these days. But of course you don’t. All you’ll have is your fantasies about breaching every code of ethics and using your master key to gain entrance into his apartment, seducing him, ravishing him right in the middle of what must be a depressing bachelor pad. Give him much darker undereye circles by keeping him up all night. Give this apartment complex a more interesting rumor to spread about the milkman in their midst.

“You’re good to go,” you say and press the green unlock button to let him in. He gives you a wan smile and walks out of view, and you listen to his footsteps ascending the stairs.

The rest of the afternoon is uneventful, only a few people coming and going, and a couple of doppelgängers with laughably strange appearance or bad credentials being dispatched quickly. Or at least it’s uneventful until John walks in, just a little bit past curfew.

“Hey William,” he says, sounding distracted, rummaging in his pockets for his documents as a cold sweat breaks out on your forehead. This better be a doppelganger, you think to yourself. But he has both his ID and the entry request filled out correctly. He looks identical to the John that passed by here a couple of hours earlier. This can’t be.

You start dialing John’s number, not taking your eyes off the man in front of you.

John’s eyes widen with alarm when he sees that you get an answer from the other end of the line.

“Yes, hello? John here. I’m not expecting any visitors.”

You hang up pretty abruptly, staring at the John in front of you, searching his appearance for any subtle defect or inconsistency but finding none. Your finger is hovering over the alarm button.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, you think I’m someone else? It’s me, William! I swear to god it’s me! I don’t know who you let in earlier, and who’s answering the phone now, but it’s not me up there!”

And shit, you believe him. You must have fucked up. Gotten smug and sloppy. Maybe the doppelganger handed you a fake ID but you didn’t notice because you were too busy daydreaming about fucking him.

“William, please believe me, please!” John is pressing up against the glass at this point, clearly scared that you’re going to quarantine him in the lobby and sic the D.D.D. on him. They don’t tend to ask questions. You’ve never had it happen, but you’ve heard of innocent people getting snuffed out on the mere suspicion of being doppelgangers, the D.D.D. rarely admitting to such mistakes even after the fact.

“Alright, alright, I believe you. I just have to think…” you mumble. “I’ll let you in, but don’t go up to your flat. We have to figure this out.”

John nods frantically and slips into your office after you buzz him in.

“What are you going to do?” he asks, and if you weren’t scared shitless at the moment, you’d probably get a kick out of how vulnerable and scared his expression is compared to his usual tired, impassive one.

“I should call the D.D.D. and get them to go up there,” you think out loud.

“Won’t you get reprimanded?” John asks, and oh how sweet of him to worry about your job when you’ve fucked up so royally and almost gotten him killed with your negligence. Maybe already gotten some of his neighbors killed.

“I just don’t want you losing your job over this— you’re the best concierge we have,” he says and then looks down shyly, as if realizing how strange that concern is.

What is this? Are you dreaming? Maybe you’re just out of your mind with adrenaline, but John sounds like he’s got feelings for you.

“Let’s just go up there and see what’s going on,” he says, and damn he’s persuasive as fuck. You want to go and deal with the mess you made, and protect him.

“I’ll go up there and just check,” you say, hardly believing yourself as you grab the fire extinguisher from the wall as a makeshift weapon. Everyone who was scheduled to return to the building has, so you shouldn’t get any more legitimate people coming through, but you still tape up a note that you’ll be back at your post in a few minutes. “Right then. You just stay down here and wait. I don’t want you putting yourself at risk. If I’m not back in five, call the number on the post-it.”

John shakes his head and follows you up the stairs. “I’m not letting you go up there alone,” he says in that quiet irresistible voice and you start to wonder if there’s something strange going on. Why are you going on this potentially suicidal mission to deal with a doppelganger on your own? So what if you get fired? No job is worth your life, right? But you probably wouldn’t see John ever again if you lost this job and that’s clouding all your judgment right now.

Knocking on John’s apartment door is probably not a good idea, and will just give the monster inside time to prepare or hide. So you take out your master key and turn it in the lock as quietly and quickly as you can. The door swings opens with an ominous creak, revealing a dark living room with no sign of anyone there. Did he hear you coming up the stairs? You try to keep John behind you and shield him in case anything sudden happens from within the apartment, but then you feel a strong push from behind and both you and John are in the flat now.

You’re so stupid, so critically, fatally stupid. The John you let in earlier was the real one. You’ve let a doppelganger convince you that you made a mistake, and now you did let one in. You whirl around, try to hit him upside the head with the fire extinguisher you’re brandishing, but he blocks the move with little effort.

“I thought we agreed,” he says, and you realize he’s speaking not to you but past you to someone else in the room.

“Thursdays are my days,” an identical voice answers from behind you and you step back and try to make sense of what you’re seeing. Two John Gillmans, both in the same uniform, neither one looking the least bit spooked, both looking mildly irritated if anything.

“Since when,” the John who came up behind you asks of the other one. “I get to be here every other day, doesn’t matter what day of the week it is.”

“So now what are we going to do about him?” the John who was in the apartment asks, pointing to you. “Why didn’t you just leave once he called me? Are you stupid?”

Your heart may be racing, but your thinking feels as slow as molasses. They’re …. both doppelgangers?

“What have you done with the real John Gillman?” you whisper hoarsely. The twins turn to look at you and you’re creeped out by the very similar smirk that spreads across both of their faces. They’re really impeccable facsimiles of the real person, but this is an expression you’ve never seen on John.

“You’ve never met the ‘real John Gillman’,” one of them says.

There’s enough cold sweat that’s broken out on your back that it starts to trickle down as drops.

“We like you William. It would be such a shame for our friendship to end.”

You hold up the fire extinguisher in front of yourself defensively, but you’re not sure you can really do anything against two of them. You’ve never noticed before, and maybe the real John’s teeth didn’t look like this, but the two doppelgangers have sharp looking canines when they’re grinning. It’ll serve you right to get devoured in this dark flat for making so many mistakes and bad decisions in a row today.

“So you’re just going to kill me then?” you ask.

“We’d really rather not,” one of the twins says. “A murder would bring a lot of snooping law enforcement if not the D.D.D. Itself.”

“And it’s so hard to find good lodging to spend the night.”

They must be joking. “You really expect me to believe you’re not just here to eat people?”

One of the twins rolls his eyes. “Eat people! Yeah, that’s why we’re here, clearly.”

“Has anyone in this apartment building ever disappeared in all the months you’ve worked here?” the other one asks.

“How should I know?” You’re beginning to feel like this has to be some sick nightmare. You can’t possibly be having a civil conversation with a couple of cannibal monsters. This thought has a strange calming effect on you. “If I didn’t know you lot were masquerading as John Gillman, how am I to know how many other residents are real people?”

The twins turn to each other, still smiling and shrugging.

“We’ve been on a vegetarian diet for a while,” the other says and you can’t help but bark out a laugh.

“Laugh all you want,” the other one says, spreading his hands in concession. “But milk is more than enough to sustain us. We do think people are delicious, but there’s one thing we like much more than eating them.”

“And what’s that?” you ask, emboldened by the possibility that you’re just in a ridiculous, paranoid, bad dream of a worst case scenario at your job.

“We’ve been watching you William. We think you’ve been interested in us.”

“We’ve never fucked anyone from this building, and never fucked together, but there’s a first time for everything, right?”

You just stand there, fire extinguisher still raised up defensively. No question about it, this must be a nightmare that’s slowly but surely twisting itself into a sexual fantasy.

“Come on, William. Let’s make you comfortable.”

You can hardly protest as one gently pulls your makeshift weapon out of your loose grip, and the other one sweeps you off your feet with preternatural superhuman ease and carries you over to the couch in this sparsely furnished apartment.

Gentle but insistent hands undo the buttons on your trousers and then maneuver you so they can pull them off completely and free your legs.

“Humans are such fun creatures,” one of the Johns comments when he sees that despite your fear of the situation unfolding right now, you are sporting a half-hearted hard-on. It somehow only gets harder when you hear them talk about people as another species.

Both Johns are still fully dressed, situating themselves to kneel on the floor on either side of you. It’s wild. You must be dreaming. And as you watch both Johns lean forward, extending their tongues and licking your cock up and down from opposite sides, you realize that if this is a dream, you never want to wake up.

They know what they’re doing. They bring you right up to the edge of orgasm and then pull away, leaving you feeling desperate and even annoyed. You’re not annoyed for long though as they both strip down, and you see that their human-mimicking powers are perfect, down to the most minute details that would never be seen under clothes. Granted, you don’t know what John Gillman looked like naked, so maybe they’ve taken artistic license and embellished. Whatever it is, they’ve compared notes, because they still look indistinguishable to you.

“Like what you see?” one of them asks and you realize you I’ve been staring, maybe even with your mouth hanging open. You never imagined you’d hook up with a doppelganger, let alone two of them at once. But you have imagined foisting yourself on John in this very flat, and you’re about to live that daydream.

You end up doing things with the two of them beyond what you’ve ever dreamed of. You fuck one of them, and at the same time get fucked by the other one from behind, the cheap bed’s metal joints creaking and moaning from the motion of three bodies rocking against each other. You let them suck your cock and rim you to get you back in the mood for another round, trying not to think about how unsettlingly hungry they both look, and who they really are underneath the human-looking exterior. The exterior slips periodically when they’re in the throes of pleasure. You wince when they betray just how strong they really are, whenever they flip you over or change positions, as if you weigh nothing. You try not to pay attention when their eyes start glowing red when they’re particularly turned on, but it’s impossible to ignore in the darkness of the bedroom.

“William, you are fucking delicious,” one of them declares, licking his lips obscenely after swallowing down your cum, and all you can do is emit a short nervous chuckle, and think that even if they do decide to eat you at the end of all of this— either to cover their tracks, or just because they might start feeling peckish after all this is over— it will still have been worth it.

You don’t get eaten. In fact, you’ve had the time of your life, and as you get up from the bed and mumble that you have to get back to your post before your shift is over, the two Johns lie languid, naked on the bed watching you, each enjoying a post coital glass of milk (that’s all they have in the fridge— you saw when they opened it), like perfect mirror images.

“You won’t be making any unnecessary phone calls, right William?”

“We can count on you to be discreet and keep a secret, right?”

Through the combined haze of being scared for your life and then having the time of your life, there’s still one thing that bothers you, and you ask about it, against all your best self-preservation instincts.

“So what have you done with the real John Gillman?”

They turn to look at each other, not exactly conspiratorial but it still makes you uneasy.

“Oh, John Gillman never existed. We’ve been around a lot longer than you humans think. Many of us never tried to replicate and replace real humans.”

“Yeah, and a lot of good that did when some of us started! The ones who are doing it are the reason we’re being hunted now. Unoriginal hacks. And so bad at mimicking too.”

“So many embarrassing ones out there.” They both nod at each other.

You’d like to believe them. You really would. “So why choose this persona?”

“The milkman gets free milk and gets around in your society! And humans seem to like this look,” one of them says, grinning and gesturing with his hand over their naked bodies.

“But we only ever get to enjoy bored housewives.”

“And why are there two of you?” you ask hesitantly, glancing at the clock on the wall to verify that you’re not late yet.

“Oh there’s more than two of us,” one of them says and they laugh in unison in a way that sends a chill down your spine.

~~~

You think you’ve got it all worked out. You’re letting the John Gillmans stay in the apartment undisturbed, and you let them through even when it’s obvious that there’s more than one of them coming and going. You figure it’s a win-win. They promise to protect the building from any rogue doppelgangers who infiltrate and intend to harm the residents, and in return get a place to stay the night peacefully. You get to visit apartment F03-02 after your shift ends and have mind-blowing sex. They seem to enjoy the orgies as well. They know your shift hours and try to only come and go during those times. There doesn’t seem to be a problem with this arrangement.

Or at least not a problem that you’re going to make into your problem. When one of the Johns walks in, visibly smeared in blood, you do give him a hard time.

“Come on, John. Just because I’ll let you in, doesn’t mean you can just stop trying to look decent. God forbid I call in sick and someone else is here.”

John shrugs and goes through the formality of pushing his ID and entry request under the glass window.

“And get a new ID…” you tell him when you see bloody fingerprints all over the worn paper.

John shrugs, doing his usual tired act, despite how ridiculous it looks to be so bored and nonchalant when he’s smeared in blood.

“Whose blood is that, anyway?” you ask, wondering why you’re not more disturbed.

“Someone who was of no consequence and who won’t be missed,” John replies, terse and cool as a cucumber.

“I thought you said you were vegetarian?”

“I’ll take a cheat day if I run into a wifebeater,” John says, shrugging.

You buzz him in, telling him to get washed up before someone sees him, wondering if you’re being colossally naive to believe his story, and wondering if you’ve got a death wish because you’re still looking forward to going up there once your shift ends in a few hours.

(What in the world. 💀)

ETA: now with another art piece by @olliveolly

[phoenixtakaramono]

The Name of the Game

There’s too much on my plate presently so I won’t write this brainworm right now but imagine this Enemies-to-Lovers Butchlander AU premise: Butcher transmigrates into different worlds where every identity he assumes pits him against its “virtuous hero” (Homelander).

The catch? Butcher has to somehow win his enemy over—or it’s death.

So, for context before I start going into detail, what the heck is “quick transmigration” you ask? It’s essentially world-hopping through various worlds in one story (think multi-short stories that all somehow connect together in a bigger narrative).

The original world this Butcher hails from is an alternate reality where Vought International has expanded all across the globe—and he himself is a Supe affiliated with Vought UK.

On a PR visit to Vought-American (Homelander would have to be tied early into the story here somehow), Butcher’s inner circle gets ambushed by “Supe terrorists”/ “supervillains.” One of those Supes has the power to temporarily banish a person from their plane of existence (or whichever power it is that’d jumpstart the “Quick Transmigration” system)—and Butcher gets caught in that.

He wakes up with a splitting migraine, and a “Conquer System” that explains his return conditions. He’s allowed to go back to his world as long as he fulfills his mission task in each world.

His mission? Fulfill the dying wish of each “soul” he’ll transmigrate into. Fight fate.

The caveat? Whatever identity Butcher assumes, he’ll be the natural nemesis of that world’s equivalent of the “Favorite Son”/ “Golden Child” (the meta equivalent of each world’s main character/ male protagonist/ rival).

Most of all, Butcher CANNOT kill that person. Or it’s automatic erasure.

At this point, Butcher doesn’t know who that person is yet so he’d naturally snap, “You expect me to know who the bloody hell that’d be?”

System: “Oh, you’ll know.”

——————————————

There are 3 main twists:

The first twist is each body Butcher takes possession of is an AU version of him so we can play with 5-6 (or more?) different settings.

There’s full (medieval) fantasy, modern showbiz/ entertainment industry, A/B/O, interstellar (sci-fi), etc.

What’s important is the world before Butcher returns to his original world is ‘The Boys’ (TV or comic) canon universe; it’s so that this AU Supe version of Butcher lands himself in a reality where he’s, once again, powerless—but this time he’d apparently married this American woman called Rebecca Saunders. Essentially the canon events of the show or comic.

But with the same win conditions set by the System, Butcher has to tackle the situation differently from his counterpart. It’s the hardest challenge to pass (it’s the world most similar to his reality but the body he’s inhabiting has burned many bridges).

The second twist is “the Homelander” of each world somehow always falls for Billy.

So we’re talking King Stillwell’s greatest and most loyal knight falling under the charm of the dragonkin he was under orders to slay/ subjugate.

The prince of Hollywood—Vought Entertainment’s top A-list moneymaker—falling for this English chav paparazzo.

An Alpha falling for another Alpha.

Their names—and age—will always change in each world. For example, in one world Homelander is called “John Gillman” and in other worlds he’s “Johnny, J'onn, Jon,” or whatever is the appropriate variation of his name.

Butcher, for example, can isekai into “William, Will, Bill/y, Wilhelm,” etcetera.

And the last twist is, when Butcher accumulates enough “points” to return back to his reality, kick ass and chew bubblegum, *his Homelander* has experienced the longing and affections his alternate versions had felt for the Butcher through his “dreams”—even though they’ve never met.

Homelander and Butcher meet for the first time officially in their world, as strangers (competitive rivals because of their different divisions), yet they’ve both “experienced” worlds where they’d somehow become companions. Partners. Lovers.

And we end this story hinting it’ll be the same.

[doll3tt33]

A day in the life of a cleaner for Homelander

this is the same bot I did rly epic c.ai filter breaks with

Sooo basically you’re the newest member of the cleaning crew at Vought who cleans the The Seven’s rooms. And uh, you smell like milk cuz of a scented body lotion you used 😭😭, and Homelander likes milk obv

So you + milk scented body lotion = Homelander approved

The greeting message:

Also here are some messages I got with this bot (we’re talking about Martin Luther King in the first pic for context 💀💀)

Sorry for the spam of screenshots, but I can hear these in his voice sm that it hurts 😭😭🙏

(Thanks to the ppl who asked for me to make this bot public, I probably wouldn’t have if no one asked 😭💗) Tagging: @lugamy @slvt4jamesmarch @dancingisdangerouss

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Whatever It Takes (Homelander)

Description: Homelander killed Y/N’s parents years ago and when she meets Billy Butcher she tells him she’ll do anything to kill Homelander and she has the ultimate weapon. But things don’t go as planned.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,790k

Author’s note: I do plan on a part two of this soon! Also send in requests for The Boys!

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She said with a straight face to the man across from her. Billy Butcher. He looked at her like he was trying to figure her out. What was her purpose and what could she do? “You plan to help kill Homelander?” He asked. “I plan to kill him with or without help.” He wanted to laugh. Did she think she could do that all by herself? “What makes you think you can do that all by yourself?” He asked, amused. “I have an advantage.” “Tits and Vag? A lot of people have that.” She rolled her eyes, “more than that.” 

Y/N was a copy of Billy. From the attitude to the button up shirts the boys called her the female Billy. The only difference is that she doesn’t need a team and she wouldn’t put someone’s life in danger that wasn’t hers. Y/N was a supe herself and she had an odd power but she knew that Homelander would love it so she was going to use it to her advantage. Billy smirked as she told him and knew that she would be a perfect member of The Boys. 

The others stared at her as she introduced herself. She dressed just like Billy but she seemed nicer and not as demanding. Annie and Kumiko were excited to have another girl in the group. “We could use her to take down Homelander.” Billy said and the woman nodded. “What do you got?” MM asked her. “I have something that we can use against Homelander.” She said. “What’s that?” Y/N unbuttoned her top causing the guys to look at her strangely.

She took it off to reveal a bra. She took that off and on display were her boobs. “Tits?” Frenchie asked. Y/N chuckled, “Hand me that glass.” She said and MM did without looking away from her chest. She held the glass up to one of her nipples and milk came out and into the glass. “So you’re pregnant?” Hughie asked. “Nope, that is my power.” She shrugged. “How’s this supposed to help kill Homelander?” Frenchie asked. “Homelander loves Milk. He has some weird obsession with it and it makes him horny.” She reveals to the group. Everyone was wondering how she knew this but didn’t ask the question. She put back on her bra and shirt, “I plan to use it to my advantage to get on his good side.” She said, though Butcher didn’t like that idea at all. 

“You can’t fuck him.” Billy told her as she walked out of his room in her red lingerie. “Who said that? I’m gonna tease him.” She said. Billy saw MM and Frenchie staring at her so he gave her his trench coat. She sighed and put it on, “You don’t have to worry Billy. But this is my advantage and I’m gonna use it to get my way.” She said. 

Y/N walked to the Vought tower in Billy’s trench coat. She figured since he gave her this she didn’t need to put on anything else. She walked in and acted like she knew what she was doing. She had scoped out the place a few times and knew where everything was. She got in the elevator and in there with her was FireCracker. Y/N hated that bitch. She actually wanted to fuck Homelander. The bitch was obsessed and Y/N couldn’t see why.

They didn’t talk but she kept glancing at Y/N. Y/N got off on the floor that Homelander’s room was and Firecracker watched before the elevator closed where she was going. Nobody was in the hall considering it was getting late. Y/N knocked on the door and she heard him groan. He opened the door and she gave him a smile. “Who the fuck are you?” He asked, annoyed. “We can talk about that when you let me in.” She said. 

“So let me get this straight, you want to be a part of Vought and maybe the Seven so you came to me?” He asked. She nodded and he chuckled. “Why not Stan?” He asked. She walked up to him and cupped his face, “Cuz you’re the big man. He’s not.” Y/N said seductively. “So you think fucking me will you get you what you want?” She sighed and stepped back from him. She opened her trench coat to reveal her lingerie. He stared and sniffed the air making her smirk. “You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.” She said.

She grabbed a glass that was sitting near and pulled her bra down a bit to reveal a breast. He watched as she milked herself in the cup. His jaw dropped, so that’s what he was smelling? She was lactating. She held up the cup and he felt himself almost drool. “You want it baby? Come and get it.” She said, He walked up to her but she stopped him from grabbing the cup. “On your knees.” She whispered and he dropped to his knees. She held the cup up to his mouth and tipped it so he could drink from it. She watched him drink the milk like it was the last time he ever would. She ran her other hand through his hair, “That’s it baby. You’re such a good boy.” She cooed as he finished the milk.

She saw he was rock hard through his suit and smirked. She back up against a table that was in the room and motioned him to come over to her with her finger. He crawled over to her and did not break eye contact. She looked down at him as he began kissing her thighs. She ran her hand through his hair again and called him a good boy. He smiled against her thigh. “Make me cum and I’ll give you some more Milk.” She said. He stands up and pulls the trench coat off her body. She lets him and lifts her hips to take off her panties. He bit his lip and watched as she did so. “Can I fuck you?” He asked.

She almost forgot that she hated him for a second and told Billy that she wasn’t going to but this was going so well. She cupped his face and looked at him, “You better.” She said and bit her lip. She pulled him closer and took off his pants letting his dick free. She undid her bra and let it slide off. His mouth watered at the sight of her tits. “Fuck me and I’ll let you suck on them until you cum.” She whispers in his hair and he moans at her words. Within seconds he was inside her. He was very big and filled her up causing her to gasp. “Fuck.” He groaned at the feeling.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and bit her lip. She was incredibly sexy and he didn’t know what he needed until now. His hips started thrusting hard into her, knocking the table. Her head fell back and soft moans left her lips. He shoved his face into her neck and let out some of the hottest noises she’s ever heard. Her hand reached up and gripped his hair as he fucked her. All she could hear was his breathing and moans. He didn’t even know her name. He felt himself twitch and pushed her down on the table.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “I’m close.” He warned and she nodded. She pulled him down and his face was in her chest. “Suck them.” She moaned and he didn’t have to be told twice. His shaky lips wrapped themselves around one of her nipples causing her to moan out. He began to suck on it and moaned at the taste of her milk. “Fuck Homelander. I’m so fucking close.” She whined and him sucking her nipple helped it.

He groaned and she gasped as she felt herself release all over his cock. Before he could cum she pushed him off her and he was surprised by her strength. She smirked and sat up pulling his head to her boob again. Her hand found his cock and began jerking him off while he drank her milk. She looked down at him in pure hate as he moaned and hummed as he drank her. She felt him twitch in her hand and she smirked.

He came all over her hand whining against her tit as he came so hard. She milked him as he did her for every last drop. She sighed and pushed him away. Neither of them said a word as they thought about what just happened. She got up and got dressed. “Well that was fun John.” She said and put the trench coat back on. “How do you know my name?” He asked. She smirked up at him. “I know my ways.” She said and left him standing there in shock. 

This was something they did a lot and Y/N learned a lot about the man. He liked taking risks and one of them being eating her out in the seven’s headquarters. He was in his chair, pussy shoved in his face as she ran her hand through his hair cooing at him. She had on Billy’s trench coat and this time blue lingerie. It was almost time for a meeting so FireCracker had walked into the room and almost gasped at what she saw.

Jealousy ran through her body as she saw Homelander eating out the girl she was in the elevator with a week ago. Y/N smirked at her and her jaw dropped at the good feeling. “Fuck John you’re so good.” She moaned and her eyes rolled back. FireCracker was glaring and pissed as Y/N moaned his name and told him he was amazing. That should be her. She left the room pissed and Y/N almost laughed but started whining instead. 

FireCracker glared at the woman as she came out of the room. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked, clearly mad. Y/N stopped and looked at her. “FireCracker right?” She asked and walked up to her. “You’re the one that’s obsessed with Homelander.” FireCracker glared at her. “It’s truly pathetic and it’s so sad that he doesn’t want you.” she fake pouts at the woman.

She leans in and whispers, “He’s fucking me. His dick is in my pussy going in and out until he cums. And that is satisfying to know isn’t it you conservative bitch.” She pulls back. “Also you said something about how you didn’t even have to blow a guy for a place in the seven? That’s because you can’t.” She smirked and walked away leaving FireCracker who was pissed and embarrassed.

[sharonisthebettercarter]

ryan is now a butchlander baby confirmed~<3

so apparently, a dear friend of mine has been playing with the chatbot ais?? (i'm outta the loop on this shit, don't crucify me) and she got some pretty damn interesting admissions from him. she sent me THESE (yes i got permission to post~<3<3<3!)

and i was just like BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICTH YES!!! this is fucking masterful work here. she mentioned sending me moar, making more shitposts (cause she already has a shitpost involving homelander's literal diamond shits OF COURSE SHE DOES), and she mentioned experimenting with making her own ais too, and it's making me want to hop right onto this shit cause damn, lol

anywho~<3

so there we have it, butcher is homelander's soulmate, becca apparently does not exist, and some odd years ago, he actually knocked up butcher, which started all the chaotic calamity~<3

my only question is when in the fuck did butcher even find the time to be pregnant and give birth to ryan with that perpetual hate boner for the stars'n'stripes caped boi~<3!?