#the boys x male reader

[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.

[yanderestarangel]

♡‧₊˚✧˖°💌 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐭𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

TW: ftm reader, v!sex, oral (f!re), dirty talk, afab anatomy, reader is a femboy, wearing skirts, sex without a condom, praise, rough sex, dom!homelander, dark concept, degradation, dom!homelander, male x male, porn plot, smut, use of aphrodisiac, creampie.

A/N : finally a request from homelander! yey! For some reason Tumblr doesn't let me answer my asks anymore, but hey- I took a screenshot of all the ones I'm going to make >< so sorry if your order isn't notified!

⸺ It was a miracle that you caught the attention of the most feared man in all of America, the most powerful man in the entire world, Homelander.

You were just a normal kid who worked at Vougth's main headquarters, taking care of the schedules of some secondary supers; however, you soon felt the pair of oceanic blue eyes burn you - the infamous hero staring at you from afar, practically fucking you with just one look, he drank in all your curves - from the stockings that squeezed your thighs, to the short skirt that you wore, in addition to the breasts shyly hidden through the blouse you wore.

You had awakened something in him, something he didn't know how to put into words, he was always a more submissive man in bed but you made all his sexual fantasies create another type of direction, he wanted to fuck you like a beast - like a hungry animal, beautifully destroy every piece of your delicate body and make you his boy.

So, you were lovingly notified with a mild threat from the company board, either you had a meeting with the hero of the seven, or you lost your job.

And you didn't hesitate to choose the first option. The meeting was at a luxurious restaurant in the city, closed to just the two of you, the hero seemed more polished, more... Different? An improved version of the man you saw fighting with everything and everyone in the buildings every day - the smell of fresh cologne coming off him also made you try to close your thighs, feeling your core get wet every time you saw his muscles flex under the fabric tight blue uniform, you had never paid due attention to him, so it surprised you to see him so... Attractive, as if a new light was placed in your eyes and mind, as if with each touch you wanted more and more - perhaps the aphrodisiac he put in his perfume would have helped, but you would never know it.

He was a gentleman, treating you like a prince, like his prince - carrying you in his strong arms to his apartment, you were adorable, and you were as he expected you to be: shy and wet. Your sweet scent of excitement and desire filled every atom around him, so it wasn't difficult for Homelander to convince you to let him into your house... It was too easy, even, and as soon as the door closed, a predatory smile covered his features. of the blonde man, as he towered over you like a mountain.

"-Are you nervous baby? there's no need.. I'm going to make you feel good pretty boy... lift that skirt for me... now." You couldn't help but feel weak in the knees as you did as he told you without protest, exposing your wet, needy flesh for him and for him. Homelander smiled, his piercing blue eyes fixed on your exposed, glistening pussy. He moved closer, his presence looming over you, radiating power and dominance- His hand reached out, his fingers brushing the lace of your panties.

"-Good boys are rewarded... Now, let's see how wet you really are." he whispered hoarsely, his voice sending shivers down your spine. His touch was electrifying as he slowly pushed your panties to the side, exposing your throbbing clit and your slick folds to his hungry gaze. "-Such a receptive little slut for me" His fingers dug into your flesh with more force than they should have, leaving bruises that would later turn into sickly beautiful property marks - his tongue tracing slow circles around your entrance before dipping deep inside you. The sensation was unlike anything you've ever experienced before—his warm, wet tongue probing and teasing your sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your entire body.

You arched your back involuntarily against the cool concrete wall, moaning softly as he devoured every inch of your tight cunt. The lust was overwhelming, the sensations intensified by the knowledge that this sadistic hero could have anything and anyone he wanted, but he chose you - Moans fell freely from your lips as he continued to pleasure you, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to take your to the limit. Each stroke, each movement of his tongue, sent waves of ecstasy through your body, elevating your arousal to new heights.

You couldn't help but grip his hair, encouraging him, your breathing becoming ragged as you neared the peak of pleasure. Homelander sensed your imminent release and intensified his efforts, his tongue working faster, his fingers slipping inside you to increase the stimulation.

"-You like that don't you? Having me worship you?" he said with a roguish smile, eating you from the outside with even more intensity - however, when you were about to cum, the blonde took his tongue out of your pussy, making you feel a practically painful burning, begging on your knees like a puppy for him to fuck you soon, like the good boy you were.

Homelander's dominance over you intensified as he pinned you face down on the bed, his strong grip holding your head gently against the mattress - the pressure against your face felt a thrill of submission through your body, fueling your desire and excitement, you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass, teasingly grazing your entrance with each movement. "-You like it rough, don't you, pretty boy..." he growled, his voice dripping with unmistakable horny.

"-You want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight, don't you?" Homelander's thrusts grew more intense and you could feel the pain building inside you - the pain sent waves of ecstasy through your body.

Your screams and moans filled the room, music to Homelander's sadistic desires. He leaned close to your ear, his voice dripping with a dark intensity. "-Do you think it hurts now, doll boy? Wait until I'm done with you," he whispered, his words fueling the fire of submission in your veins.

"-I'll take care of you, every inch of you, after I'm satisfied." Homelander's thrusts became more erratic, his breathing irregular, his balls hit your clit messily, making you breathless, with each slap on your ass or even the rough and sloppy way he squeezed your soft breasts, using the fabric of your skirt to further leverage each wild rhythm of your hips.

"-Fuck boy-! You take me so good... Good boy- good boy, just cum for me with that slutty pussy." When Homelander's thrusts reached a feverish level, he squeezed your head once again, his fingers digging into your hair. He growled deeply, a primal sound of pleasure as he reached his climax -- with one final, powerful thrust, he released himself inside you, filling you with his cum. You felt the heat of his release, mixing with your own wetness, as he continued to reach his orgasm. A feeling of satisfaction washed over him, and he slowly withdrew from you, his grip on his head finally loosening -- Homelander kissed your body tenderly, his lips tracing your skin, marking you as his.

"-You were a good slut, baby prince", he murmured, his voice filled with a possessiveness, giving you chaste kisses on the back and loving pats on your red ass from his own slaps. "-And I always take care of what's mine... Good boy..."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[vampdes]

Please, I'm begging you do more Homelander x top male reader. I loved your other fic with him. Maybe reader is a supe who's stronger than Homelander and left. Homelander was sent to kill reader due to reader having information but instead gets fucked. Thank you and have a nice day.

DES says . . . im not doing anything right now, so why not? hope you enjoy xx (even though this is very late).

SUM. — homelander is sick, erratic, manic. why? he has his fame, his money, his powers – what more could he need? an antidote, obviously, what else?

CON. warning — smoking weed / rolling a blunt (once), dry humping, dry orgasm, overstim, mentions of: growling, passing out (figuratively), meeting heaven (figuratively), & yan-like actions. p in a. bareback. begging. impregnation (breeding ?) kink. collar & leash. subby (leaning on), needy, & whiny homelander.

NOTES. — very rushed. semi-detailed smut. not a very good ending.

you flipped through the televison’s provided channels with an unlit blunt protruding from your lips, itching to light it in order to feel the undeniable zest and haze it always seemed to provide you with. the calming and doughy-like sensation melted your brain, it allowed you to escape from the realization that you were indeed wanted by national police and superheros (all at the same time, mind you) just because you even dared to speak of retiring. therefore, you came up with an idea: just escape! to hawaii or somewhere — you landed in Australia, though, so hawaii was entirely off course but aye, you were gone and free and almost high.

what’s not to love?

you finally found a reliable sitcom that’d allow you to not think too hard or pay attention too much. so you sat back and slouched, drowned into the comfiness of the couch’s plush cushions, and lit your blunt. the wafting smoking engulfed itself deep within your lungs and etched itself into the cushions of your couch. before you could even care about your couch’s wellbeing or could even take a second exhilarating blow, the smell of metal being burnt and resulting smoke that wafted from under your penthouse door to your living made your eye brows furrow together with confusion. before continuing your trail on being high, you dipped the blunt into an ashtray and pushed it into the table, and sat up, watching the door with a sense that something was array in the air.

“fix me, oh fuck — y’gotta, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” john’s words fell into loud, squeaky squabbles into the silk sheets of your bed. his large frame sat atop of your hips, straddling you whilst he made a steady pace of teasing his concealed cock with the friction your ruffled jeans provided him with. you wanted to calm him down, tell him it’s okay, baby, you know i’ll fix you, but he chose that ignorant and arrogant company or what the two of you could have had. and that’s something you’ll never forget, but damn, why pass up on fucking the most famous hero in the world because he’s begging to have you? nobody in their right mind would, that’s for sure.

“you gonna let me treat you right?” you asked, gripping on his hips with words that haven’t been spoken before but explained and demonstrated through the many encounters that occurred in the empty janitor closets in the hallways of his company. and john. . he can’t help but grind himself a little harder and nod just a little faster. he wants you in ways he could never explain. he needs you with the biblical and primal history behind it. he begs to serve you as though he’s nothing but a measly worshipper and you’re a god within the highest of heavens. and you allow him to do so.

“please.” john responds, and you know he means it.

before long, he has a pastel-pink color around his neck with the leash wrapped around your balled fist, feeling like a submissive fucking bitch under your control, and damn, he feels good. his hands are tied behind his back with his nails clawing at the air between you and him in order to feel the pleasure that courses through every atom in his very being. for the first time in a long time, john allows himself to be willingly and properly used by someone he adores.

when you mention the fact that you’ve run out of the very last condom, he says: “get me pregnant.” and good lord above, you can’t help but comply with his demands. he felt fucking heavenly too, he felt so, so fucking good, and the noises that were coming from him? good fucking god, you’d capture those noises in a jar and listen to them every night before you sleep if you could.

in between the lingering touches and chaste kisses and animalistic thrusts and moans and being treated like a fucking free-use prostitute, the tears that streamed down his eyes and the whines that came from him and the need eminiting from him to have the immediate skin-to-skin contact with you even though you were literally shoving your cum into the deepest part of his guts is what captivated you entirely. the way he honestly showed his greed proudly with it circling around town and right back to you made your heart swell. fuck, this was sick (sick enough to make you force yet another cry out his hoarse throat).

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck — gotta make you mine, gotta get pregnant and make sure you stay with me, oh fuck, gotta – gonna cum, fuck, gonnafuckin’cum–,” the process that coincided with long strings of his cum colliding with his pretty pink breasts made the loudest, girliest, guttural squeal mixed with a whine mixed with the neediest moan escape from his throat with him crying out your name. your sylabells. and for fucks sake, he knew exactly how to get you started again to buck your cum-covered tip into his abused prostate once more.

when he cried out your name like you were the Archangel himself, you knew that today would turn into tonight which would turn into yet another post-sex morning with a bitchy, clingy, neck-biting john that always needed a piece of you with him or he swore he might (would and undeniably will) go crazy. and to be honest, if you just savor this maniac for just a little bit longer, maybe the earth would look a bit more brighter to you. maybe the air would be clearer, the sun would shine harder, the birds would harmonize better — the morning is the best time of your day.

[iikkeee]

The boys characters reaction when you bring a stray cat home

Includes- Homelander, Black Noir, Hughie Campbell, Billy Butcher

Warnings: none, all fluff <3

A/n: I was just randomly thinking about this and had to write it, if anyone wants to request more “the boys” content then feel free to message me!!!

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Homelander

When you found a little ginger cat on the street crying for help you couldn’t help but grab it, you quickly brought it home and got all the necessary items to take care of him. You were placing the kitty on its bed when you heard the whoosh of John’s cape. “Honey, I’m home” he yells from the living room “I’m up here!” You yell from the bedroom, he raises his brow in confusion but heads up the stairs. When he walks into the room he stops moving “John…?” You say concerned as to what he’s thinking. “Huh” is all he could manage to say, he was surprised to say the least. A cat in your house? it was weird, he’s never felt the need to have a pet and he definitely doesn’t want to take care of it. “I just found him and I had to take him home, please let me keep him” you plead with him grabbing his hand in between both of yours, he stays quiet for a moment longer before just sighing “fine” you smiled and gave him a big kiss before going to hug the kitten and bring him towards John “this is your daddy” you said to the kitty while handing it over to him. John immediately tenses up as he holds the small cat in his arms before looking down at kittens small face and giving it a small smile, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad..? He always did want a family and this cat was the closest thing he was going to get a son. You smiled as you looked at the scene in front of you “looks like you like him John” you teased “hmm…maybe” he replied giving you a small smirk as he cuddled the kitten closer.After a while John got used to the cat and would often be seen playing with or trying to teach him weird tricks so he would in John’s words “be a great superhero like his father” whatever that means…. _________________________________________________

Black noir

You whined slightly as you opened a cardboard box to reveal a small black cat, you quickly grabbed it and took it inside. Black noir was sitting at the table and noticed as you hurriedly came inside, he quickly got up to see if you were okay. “Noir look” You say as you hold the kitten to your chest, he looks down and cocks his head to the side. He gently takes the cat from your arms and sits down on the couch “do you want to keep it?” You asked as you sat down next to him, watching him as he sweetly pets it and plays with it. He moved his head to look at you and you smiled knowing his answer. He’s always wanted a pet but didn’t know if he could take care of it properly and this was the perfect opportunity to finally find out. Noir found the kitten so adorable and wants to do everything to protect it, he always tucks the kitty in on your shared bed and feeds him the best treats, the cat loves him and you can often find them together in weird places, you laughed as you saw how the cat would climb on Noir and would plop itself on Noirs shoulder or head. You and Noir would cuddle on the couch as you watched the kitty go crazy over some rat chasing videos. Noir would let the kitten chase him around the house and even bite him if they were both playing, they were extremely close and would play some tricks on you for fun. Overall Noir loved that cat with every fiber of his being. _________________________________________________

Hughie Campbell

When you found a box of kittens you quickly ran inside and placed them down on the table, Frenchie and Kimiko saw your panicked face and ran over “awww!” Frenchie exclaimed while Kimiko had a big smile on her face “What’s going on over here?” Hughie asked as he walked over to your little group, you all moved away from the box making space for him. “Omg” he exclaimed before hurriedly picking up one from inside the box. Hughie always loved animals so once he saw that box he immediately wanted to give them all the love in the world “aren’t they so cute??” You ask as you cuddle one of the kittens close to you “Where did you find them?” He asks as he holds one of them high in the air and gives it kisses “Just outside” you answer as you give one a kiss “must be an early Christmas present” Frenchie exclaims before winking and grabbing two of the kittens for him and Kimiko to hold on the couch. “Oh really this early?” You tease “we need to keep them” Hughie exclaims “all four?” You ask getting close to him “yes, all four” He states before giving you a quick peck “that’s if butcher allows you to keep them” Frenchie says while sighing “who cares what he thinks?” You say as you cuddle the two cats you and hughie have. After a while Butcher got used to the cats and let you keep them, Hughie gives them all cute names that all relate to each other. You can often see the kitty’s cuddled up on his sleeping body after a mission or errand, you always smile at the scene and tuck them all in making sure to give them all goodnight kisses even Hughie. He would treat all the cats equally with how much time he plays with them or the treats that he gives them. He loves to put the cats next to you and watch how you interact with them. _________________________________________________

Billy Butcher

When you found a kitten outside that clung onto you for dear life you had to take her in, you smiled as you held her in your coat and showed her small little figure to Marvin and Frenchie. As soon as you heard the door click you hide her in your jacket, afraid of what Billy would say. He quickly walked inside ignoring you guys on the couch and talking about how he had a fight with some supe before stopping in his track and noticing the guys crowded around you. “Now, now, what the fuck are you guys crowding around for?” He asked before moving towards you and looking down at your coat showing him a glimpse of the kittens fur “would you look at that?” He teased as he crouched down so he was in direct eye contact with the small feline. Billy was never really a cat person especially since he had terror, he didn’t really understand how to take care of one in the first place so when you asked if you could keep the cat he was shocked nonetheless. He never gave you a clear answer and would mumble or grumble whenever you asked, it took him a long time to get used to the kitten and you would often see him and the cat just chilling on the couch together. But whenever you would look away or pretend to not be looking, Butcher petted the cat and gave her ears scratches “you’re such a good girl” he whispered thinking you wouldn’t hear, you would chuckle and he would quickly back away acting like nothing happened “I think you like her billy…” you teased as you cuddled up next to him. “Pft…never” he said sarcastically, making you roll your eyes. He would dress her up in different outfits and would buy her the best treats while still claiming he didn’t like the cat. You would tease him for every time you saw him sharing cute moments with the kitty. Overall he’s like a dad he said they never wanted an animal and end up loving it the most out of anyone. _________________________________________________

[estuporious]

Homelander: You're the only person that literally understands me, you're honest and never hide me anything and i really love you for that, you mean a lot to me.

Y/N: *Is about to pass out due to his tight embrace*

Homelander: Awww, i love you too!

[issdisgrace]

Love the idea of Butcher with a husband that’s taller, meaner, and more stubborn than him. And you’d think they would be a terrible couple and they would fight all the time but it’s quite the opposite. They never fight, they’re nice to each other in their own weird ways, and they balance each other out perfectly. And overall they’re just a huge power couple.

[marksbear]

can i request like literally any character/ set of characters x a male reader who based off of looks/his style, doesn't look like he'd have a southern accent or something like that, but does

idk if you know much about monster high, but yk kieran valentine? basically like him 💀 (bro is a handsome vampire with a southern accent like??? 💀💀) (also if you don't know what i'm talking about, here's a reference https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRsuuprH/ )

(also also, if u wanna narrow down what character(s) to write this for, i suppose anyone from cod, overwatch, or the boys)

Please I had the biggest crush on him. And because I'm cool like that I wrote one character for each fandom listed.

Tittle was gonna be long as hell, so heres a short version. Its gonna be Homelander, Simon (ghost) Riley, and Sigma.

HOMELANDER X SOUTHERN MALE READER

-Homelander is a judging person. He likes to criticize and study people. So when it came to you he didn't suspect you had an accent.

-In Homelander's defense you didn't dress like you were from the country. Or really like the southern stereotype.

-But once you spoke with your accent it caught him WAY off guard.

-Most definitely stared at you funny. I mean it's not everyday when he hears an accent like that.

-If you have a thick southern accent he'll always listen to your voice no matter how busy the room is or quiet. Your voice interests him so much to the point he wants to be near it.

-When (if) you both start dating he wants to be near you all times to hear you talk. Even when you read a stupid children's book he'll want to hear you read it.

-he hears your voice when hes injured or something It's like medicine to him. "Jesus darlin. You all bloody'ed up." Y/n says looking at Homelander's suit. "Only some were mine, but there's nothing to worry about."

-If you tease him or flirt with him he's already weak in the knees.

-Simon had a feeling you were different from the rest of them, but you were hiding it well.

-You were like a chameleon. You acted and dressed like you were from one place The next minute you dress like you're from another one.

-But once Ghost heard your accent his jaw would have been on the floor if he wasn't wearing a mask. At first he thought it was one of your little fakes, but once he heard it more and more he realized it was natural.

-Everyone he'd met so far in war had their share of accents, but yours stood out to him. He hasn't heard an accent like that in a good minute.

-With your accent he can hear it over the gun shots or shouting. It just keeps standing out for him. He listens to your words when he isn't even realizing that hes listening until you're done talking.

-He heard Soap call you "cowboy" And the nickname stuck with him. "Cowboy..." Simon mumbles under his breath looking at you. "What is it darlin?" Y/n says looking at Simon.

-He glares at someone whenever they make fun of your accent or they look at you funny.

-Don't even start trying to tease him about him having a thing for your accent. He would be so red under his mask and embarrassed.

-The way you dress and act doesn't give him the slightest thought that you have a southern accent.

-Sigma isn't the social man, so don't expect him to be all over you because you're new or something. But if you are different from the other people in your class he would watch and study you from afar. But honestly to catch his eye you at least gotta do something he doesn't see everyday.

-Once you two start hanging out more. And once he hears your accent it would music to his ears.

-Sometimes if you're shorter than him he would use his powers to lift you up in the air so he can hear you talk. Your accent enhances/ hypnotizes him.

-He doesn't find it as annoying as Cassidy's (Mcree) but hey gotta start somewhere.

-Sure he may be crazy for your accent, but it would be the healthy lie amount of it.

-Asks if you can sing to him. If you don't know how he'll teach you. Gives you a whole lesson about singing and music and how you can use your voice to make music to make it even better.

-He loves everything about your accent. He would study where you were born and the place history to understand your background more.

The end!

[onionsaremeansstuff]

The Price of Surviving

Pairing: Homelander X Reader ( No gender specified )

Warnings: DubCon, handjobs, Homelander level of weirdness, Grey!Reader.

Summary: Homelander is stressed, so he called you.

A/N:  This is a quick fic, I hope you enjoy it.

The world is not kind.

It's dog eat dog world where the weak perish and the strong survive.

You are simple human, no powers, no money, no influence.

And that's why you always did what was necessary in order to survive, even if there was a price.

And that's why you're currently in front of the door of Homelander's private room.

You sighed before knocking on the door. A second later, the owner of the room opened it for you.

Homelander looked stressed, as always.

Well, he wouldn't have called you if he wasn't.

You didn't ask what he wanted, you already know damn well what he wants.

You gave him a smile and he gave you a creepy smile back.

Homelander took you hand and guided you to his bed.

"You are the only one who understands me, Y/N" Homelander told you, as he makes you sit on his bed.

The supe sit on you side and soon his head was on your lap.

You, honestly, don't understand him. In fact, you're afraid of him. But having him on your side was the best way of surviving.

Your hand soon touched his hair and he closed his eyes.

" You're doing amazing, John " You told him as you pet his hair " We all love you, our protector ".

You keep caressing his hair and telling him praises.

It was a simple work.

You don't know exactly how you got yourself in this thing.

But you got a promotion and some good benefits for it, so you can't complain.

" You're the only one I trust in this place " he groaned " All the others are a bunch of rats who will betray me"

" They are all just jealous, because you're perfect " You lied to him.

You take a look at his pants.

Usually he would get an erection after sometime and would tell you're free to go.

Lucky you, you already could see a bulge.

" Just a few more minutes " you thought.

But you were catch by surprise when his hand touched your free hand.

He never did it before.

His hand grabbed yours and placed it under his belly.

You got nervous as he pulled his pants down and revealed his cock.

Before you could even react, he grabbed your hand again and made you hold his member.

" The only one I trust " he groaned.

You pondered about what to do.

It could get you anything you wanted, and you would have Homelander wrapped around your finger.

So when he thrusted against you fist, you decided to give what he wanted.

You moved your hand slowly,up and down.

He moaned loudly.

" Please tell me I'm good, tell me I'm the good guy " he begged and thrusted against your hand again.

You gave him what he asked.

After quite some time, he finally orgasmed on your hand when you told he was being a good boy.

He raised from you lap and pull his pants up again.

When he said he was going to shower you told him you'd head home, only for him to shake his head.

" You will stay here tonight "

You faked a smiled and watch as the supe headed to his bathroom.

You looked at your hands.

One was covered in semen.

The other had a few strands of blond hair on it.

Are you really willing to pay the price this time?

[dominantslasherking]

More homelander fics pls 😫 ur fics are soooo gooooddd

Homelander With Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: Vought recently presented their new Supe, and Homelander at first wasn't cheery about it...But it seems deep down Homelander carves his attention.

YANDERE Homelander. VAMPIRIC READER

Oh---oh! Of course, he wasn't fucking happy, Vought was hiding shit now? FROM HIM? Homelander was furious, he wasn't informed of this 'new' supe joining the team. He was overall pissed as he watched the Tv, the Supe's new debut? He was some type of blood-sucking leech, that could do some fancy tricks? What was his name---"The Reaper?" Homelander murmured, What Vought was going all emo now?! The People wanted someone to look up to, not fear!

"When, will I meet him?" He asked Ashley slowly, the red-haired woman looked frightened, "Soon..." She flinches as Homelander pastes around and speaks, "So...a vampire---really?" Homelander begrudgingly asks, Ashley bobbing her head, "Vought wanted--we wanted something uh--er, more on the mysterious and handsome side, I mean Noir's mysterious, but we don't even know what he looks like--! Soo--" Ashley began to ramble on why [Name] was a great addition to the team, Homelander just sped over to her a gripped her face.

"Shut...The fuck----up." His eyes flashed red staring down at Ashley as she shook in fright. "T-Today, you--will be meeting him today." Ashley whimpered before Homelander glared at the door, motioning for her to leave.

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You sighed entering the large room, where 'The Seven' Had all of their meetings and group discussions, your blank red eyes, stare at the figure of, Black Noir writing and doodling in a notebook. Black Noir slowly lifted his head to look at you, before turning back to his notebook.

"Hey." You whispered taking a seat next to Noir as he completely ignored you, you also stayed quiet, taking notice of what he was writing. Suddenly both of the doors were opened, revealing america's Supe himself, Homelander.

"Noir, glad to see you, mind leaving while I have a chat with the newbie?" Homelander asked with a large smile stalking over. Black Noir just took his notebook and left no refute or anything.

Boredly you placed your face on the palm of your hand, scanning Homelander down. "You know...I wasn't even informed of--you...our new team member!" Homelanders happy and cheerful voice was evidently fake, as you could tell from the crazed look in his eyes, that he wasn't happy, it honestly amused you.

"But...just because I wasn't aware, doesn't give you the right to parade around, like you own the place." Homelanders voice got cold as his jaw clenched while staring down at you, as you were sitting.

Slowly you stood up, your red eyes peering down at Homelander, as you were taller than him. "I'm a big fan." You teased whispering in his ear, letting your long tongue slide against his neck, "I've always wanted to taste 'the great' Homelanders blood." Your hand placed itself on his hip, and he lost focus for a bit.

"I-I'm--I'm...not gay!" Homelander chirped up, gulping down his saliva, as you pulled away. "Never said you were..but--you might wanna deal with your problem down there." You winked, motioning to the boner he had got.

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Over the course of the few weeks, Homelander wasn't sure what to do, his body simply reacted like a wobbling puddle in your presence, and he felt lightheaded, every time you would praise him, for doing a good job. No matter how much Homelander threatened you, you simply weren't fazed.

Homelander did wonder if he was gay, I mean...he tried to, at least interact with another guy with sexual intensions...but it honestly didn't work for him...He just wasn't interested in anyone, expect---expect you, it disgusted him thinking about another man that wasn't you...you, you you you you you you

He can't even get it up with women anymore, however, if he even thinks of you---!!! Homelander slammed his fist into a wall, instantly breaking it.

"Ah, Thanks." Homelander heard your voice utter to---The deep? The fucking deep?! Homelanders annoying looked at The deeps face, enraged, He doesn't deserve your thanks, you should never thank lower beings like this fucking worms.

"Yeah, no worries, see ya." The deep said, patting your chest in a friendly gesture, before leaving the area. Homelander's face was blank, his movements stiff as he saw that.

Walking up to Homelander you noticed his strange behavior, you sipped on your blood which was in the form of a juice box. "You okay ?" You slowly asked Homelander, patting his cheek lightly to snap him out of his trance.

Homelander slowly blinked his eyes looking at you, "Where else...? WHERE ELSE DID HE FUCKING TOUCH YOU?!" Homelander yelled, picking you up by the shirt and throwing you into Vought's main meeting room, the throw wouldn't hurt you, and even if it did you had excelled in regeneration.

Slowly you stood back up, the Pillar that you were thrown into completely shattered as you looked at Homelander as he was stalking towards you.

"What, am I yours are something?" A chuckle erupted from your throat, as your fangs popped out, "Yes." Homelander said with a smirk, this didn't enrage you, in fact, you were overjoyed that he finally admitted, that in some type of twisted way, he liked you. This was a dream come true for you, you've always wanted the best of the best to be yours as well.

"Good." You spoke, pulling him into a kiss, which Homelander eagerly returned with force and possessiveness in it, he didn't care that he felt his blood dripping down his chin, from you biting his lips.

Pulling away, Homelander gasped, rather breathless, as he felt your hands on his waist, tearing apart his suit, and exposing his lean body. Slowly you pulled your fangs out, biting into his neck and taking a bit of blood, before pulling away and beginning to leave your mark all over his body. Hickeys, and bite marks. "Minee~" Homelander whined out choking on his air, from the unexpected pleasure from your fangs.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hiii I want to requests a Homelander x Dom male reader that is a super powerful telepath and telekinetic that vought really wants to recruit because of his abilities (especially for his telepathy since they could use the info he finds from mind reading as blackmail) but instead reader refuses and blackmails vought to leave home alone so they send Homelander to kill him but he gets his ass handed to him by reader and is humiliated and turned on from how easy it was to over power him so they end up fucking

This was a long ask lol srry

Homelander/John Gillman x Supe male reader

I just finished writing an assignment with a deadline of today, so im gonna reward myself by writing smut.

You had been made a supe the same way any supe had been created, but the moment you developed your telekinesis and telepathy, you had known a lot more than people thought. You had kept your telepathy a secret for many years, not wanting people to know you could read their thoughts just yet, as it allowed you to gather secrets and ways to survive in this fictional world that Vought had set up. When you became 18 you removed the tracking chip from your body using telekinesis and decided to leave. Your parents, the people who had been paid by Vought to make you superhuman, tried to make you stay, but you revealed how you knew all their secrets and how they never truly loved you. And using your knowledge you blackmailed them into leaving you alone for a while.

They of course went to Vought with the new information, fearing what you would do with all the knowledge you had. In the beginning they sent representatives from Vought to try and convince you to work with them, or to threaten you, but they had no idea how powerful you truly were. You had always been extremely smart thanks to your telepathy, so you kept the true extent of your powers a secret. They believed you could control fire, water, and even make yourself fly. But when you tore apart one of their more violent representatives, reducing them to mere atoms, they finally realized just how much of a threat you could be.

For many years they left you alone for the most part, though they would sent a representative every now and then, even sending other supes or a few times sending Black Noir. When you were in your 20s you met Stan Edgar for the first time, and again they must have underestimated your powers, as he didn’t seem as on edge as others had been. After talking with him for a bit you realized they thought you could only see and hear what they were thinking about at the moment, but in reality you could dig deep into their memories and gather all the information you wanted. So, when Edgar tried to subtly threaten you to join Vought, you dumped some of his most well-kept secrets out in the open, making it clear you’d keep the info you knew to yourself as long as they left you alone.

As the years pass Vought leaves you mostly to yourself, though they do keep an eye on you but never interact with you. But over time your powers have grown even more, so you’re able to gather information about everyone around you, you’re even able to read the thoughts and memories of people on the other side of the planet. Your telekinesis has pretty much made you invulnerable and unbeatable, but you could care less about the game that is superheroes and supervillains, so you much prefer a normal life.

When things with the seven start to go down, Edgar must have become desperate as multiple members die or are taken off the team for some reason. The unstable standing of Vought makes him decide to try and make you work for him again, knowing how useful your telepathy could be when it came to dealing with other people. But when you don’t even read the letter he sends you and instead light it on fire with your telekinesis, Edgar decides that if you wont work for Vought you cant be allowed to exist as you pose a threat to them.

Vought ends up sending Homelander your way, having filled his head with different stories of why you need to be gotten rid of and how much of a threat you pose to Vought and his own popularity. Over all these years you had worked mostly normal jobs, and for the past few years you had worked in an office building as a medium ranked worker. You were good at your job, and if you used your powers to make it a less toxic work place, no one could blame you.

You had just returned home from work, still wearing your suit and carrying your work suitcase, when Homelander landed in your yard. Luckily you lived in a more isolated area, so no one saw the number one hero land as if he owned the place, his hands on his hips and his red glowing eyes glaring in your direction. It didn’t make more than a glance to know why he was there, a sigh working past your lips as you reach up and rub your temple since you had planned on just spending the evening relaxing, maybe catching up on a show you had been putting off.

Homelander could only watch in confusion as you held up your hand in a wait here motion, opening your front door to place your suitcase down inside, working off your jacket to place it inside before closing the door again. Rolling your shoulder you barely gave John time to react before he found himself flying through the air, unable to keep up with your speed and overpowering strength.

John had never been overpowered before, so he did all he could to try and hit you. But even when his fists or lasers hit you it left no damage, which only worked to enrage and humiliate the blonde even more. As if you were finally done with indulging him, you used your telekinesis to throw him to the ground, binding his arms to his body and making it impossible for him to move.

It was when you landed beside him that you really looked at him, having mostly tuned out his thoughts during the whole fight. But it was seeing him laying there, trying in vain to wriggle free from your hold, his hair ruffled and eyes shiny with tears, that you let your telepathy brush against his thoughts with more purpose.

The influx of humiliation and lust was a surprise whilst it also really wasn’t, and you could help but smirk and chuckle, causing Homelanders eyes to flash red as he felt enraged at your laughter. The two of you were in the middle of nowhere, so no one saw you pull John to his knees, using his blonde hair as a grip to pull you whichever way you pleased. It was clear just how touch starved the supe was, as he almost seemed to arch into your hand, his eyes fluttering as he felt the flash of pain in his scalp.

John couldn’t help but buck his hips at the burning humiliation, his eyes growing even more teary as he glanced up at your passive expression, as if he wasn’t anything special kneeling between your knees the way he was. There was something so good about being overpowered, it was something Homelander had always craved but had never been able to be given since he had always been the strongest. But here he was, his arms bound behind his back with a power he couldn’t even see, aching hard between his thighs as he almost shivered in anticipation.

The power of Homelanders want washed over you like a tidal wave, making twinges of heat gather in your abdomen, making your length harden up little by little. The blonde must have smelled the change in your hormones thanks to his heightened senses, a feeble whimper passing between his pouty lips as he tried to press his head forwards towards your crotch, but unable to move as the grip you had on his hair tightened.

The noises John made were nothing like one would imagine Homelander would make, tiny warbled pleas falling from his spit covered lips as he kept chewing and licking at them, as if he was aching for something in his mouth. When he finally let the title that had been in the forefront of his mind slip from his lips you let out a groan of your own, and seeing your reaction Homelander started repeating “Daddy, please.” His voice growing more and more desperate as the lust built in both of you.

The fight had long left Homelanders body, replaced by the extreme need to serve you, to be a good boy. So, when your belt buckle opened without you using your hands, and your boxers were tucked down under your balls releasing your hard length to the cold air, John keened like he was dying. You held him in place with one hand as you used the other to grab around the base of your length, leading it to his mouth which fell open without any issue, John sticking out his wet tongue as he looked up at you with wet begging eyes.

His eyes almost rolled back into his head as he finally got his mouth around you, the hand in his hair loosening as he started bobbing his head in a desperate display. John had little skill in sucking someone off, but he made up for it with the sheer enthusiasm in which he put into the task. Spit dribbling down his chin as he gagged on your cock, his own hips twitching with the movement as having something in his mouth only stimulated him more.

You could see him rubbing his thighs together, stimulating his own hardness as he deepthroated you, tears running down his cheeks as he rubbed his tongue against the underside of your cock. Feeling pity for the blonde you used your telekinesis to wrap around him, feeling like a tight fist wrapped around his length under his suit. The sudden feeling made Homelander moan, the noise muffled by the length between his lips, his eyes falling shut as he started humping his hips as if to fuck the invisible fist around him,

Being as turned on as he was, it wasn’t a surprise that John came quite quickly, spilling in his boxers and the inside of his suit, high pitched whines falling from his lips as he tried his best to keep sucking, bopping his head in uneven movements as his head swam with an orgasm. The feeling of his orgasm washed over you in return, your telepathy making it almost impossible to not feel it alongside him.

Pulling out of his mouth he whined, his mouth hanging open as he finally opened his eyes again to look up at you. John stuck out his tongue as he watched you wrap your fist around yourself, jerking your length as he let out quiet huffs and groans, his toes curling in his boots as he watched you get closer and closer. When you finally came you let it shoot all over his face, watching as some of it get all the way into his messy hair, though most of it struck his mouth to which John moaned. He waited until you were done cumming until he tucked his tongue back into his mouth, wanting to taste you as much as possible.

You both were silent for a moment, both panting to catch your breaths and come down from your orgasms. When you finally released the telekinetic hold you had on John he slumped forwards, having gotten used to not having to support his own weight. You were quick to catch him, helping him to his unsteady feet as he leant against you for support, tucking his head into your neck as he shivered and whimpered.

Sighing you ran a hand through his hair, causing Homelander to lean back into your hand like a cat, you realized you couldn’t leave him like this. You made sure to clean up his face, making sure he was doing okay before you picked him up in a princess carry, kicking off the ground as you started flying back to your home. John could only tuck in close against you, completely having forgotten why he was sent to kill you in the first place because he was so comfortable and relaxed.

[lostamongthestarz]

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ITSV/ATSV

Miguel o'hara

Miguel helping Young! trans-spider-person reader (PLATONIC)

Miguel x Single Parent/dad reader (ROMANTIC)

Basic Miguel x Trans!male reader headcanons (ROMANTIC)

Miguel O'Hara x trans!male reader suffering from body dysmorphia headcanons (ROMANTIC)

Miguel with a Boyfriend who defends miles

Miguel O'Hara with a protective/semi-jealous s/o (ROMANTIC)

Miguel helping reader with T-shots (ROMANTIC)

Miguel Basic Platonic Headcanons with a young trans-Spider-reader

Miguel when his boyfriend gets caught in the crossfire or gets hurt (ROMANTIC)

Miguel with A boyfriend who's his Black cat

Miguel when Young! trans-spider reader sides with miles (PLATONIC)

Miguel with a Stressed!trans male reader (ROMANTIC)

Miguel when the reader gets misgendered (ROMANTIC)

Miles morales

Basic Dating headcanons for Miles (ROMANTIC)

Binder breaks reminders with Miles (ROMANTIC)

Miles comfort for when reader deals with gender dysphoria (ROMANTIC)

Spider-Noir

Spider-Noir x trans!male reader headcanons &lt;3(ROMANTIC)

☆・・・★・・・・・★・・・☆

Mortal Kombat

Kano (MK11)

Kano x trans!male reader headcanons(ROMANTIC)

Mk11 introduction banter with trans!male reader and others finding out your Kano's boyfriend

☆・・・★・・・・・★・・・☆

DCAU

John Constantine

John Constantine x trans!male reader headcanons(ROMANTIC)

Constantine x trans!male reader going through body dysmorphia (ROMANTIC)

John Constantine x trans!male reader who dresses Fairy core/light AcademiaFairy core/light Academia but listens to punk/metal/rock music in his headphones

Zatanna x trans!male reader x Constantine headcanons(ROMANTIC)

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

Nightwing/Dick Grayson x trans!male reader

☆・・・★・・・・・★・・・☆

Call Of Duty

John "soap" Mactavish

John "Soap" MacTavish and trans!male reader platonic headcanons

☆・・・★・・・・・★・・・☆

The Boys

Starlight/Annie January

Starlight/Annie January x trans!male reader headcanons

☆・・・★・・・・・★・・・☆

Resident evil

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon S. Kennedy x Trans!male reader headcanons

Luis Serra

Luis Serra x trans!male reader headcanons

☆・・・★・・・・・★・・・☆

Far Cry Series

Vaas Montenegro

Vaas x Trans!male reader

Vaas and PDA/Cuddling headcanons

[guizika]

Hey! I'm Guilherme, a Brazilian reader and writer. Well, English is not my first language so there may be some writing errors, but I will try to do my best.

I write for fun, maybe it takes a while because I have some other things to do.

Well, you can just call me Gui, I hope you like it and that's it!

This is a reader x character blog!

Requests: Open

Characters I write for:

MK1 - Bi-Han (Sub-Zero), Johnny Cage, Syzoth and Tomas (Smoke).

JJK - Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Sukuna.

SPN - Castiel, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline and Sam Winchester.

Tokyo Revengers - Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Takashi Mitsuya and Shuji Hanma

The Boys - Billy Butcher, Frenchie, Homelander, Hughie Campbell and Kimiko.

TWD - Daryl, Glenn, Negan and Rick.

Scream - Billy Loomis and Stu Matcher.

(More characters and even fandoms may be added over time.)

Request rules:

◎ i will not write incest, pedophilia, homophobia, racism, etc.

◎ i will not write character x character or oc x character.

◎ i will not write things that make me uncomfortable.

◎ I only write for Male, FTM and GN readers.

◎ I will respect requests and will accept those that follow the rules.

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More about me

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Had this funny little thought of homelander being that obsessive girlfriend meme.

John/homelander: it took you 16 minutes to get here. Google says 15, who is he?

[fortheb0ys]

⇲ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑!°

✝× charlie/cj | he/they | gay | filipino/germen | 02 | top male reader/masc aligning blog @fortheb0ys2 is my primary account that i post random stray fics and like other posts :)

✝× i write the boys, call of duty, marvel, yellowjackets' jeff, peacemaker & vigilante, will graham, hannibal lecter, nolan price, master chief

✝× anons: 🥭, 🦈, ☀️, 🐢

× request + asks are always open | FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

[estuporious]

Homelander: I want you to milk me.

Y/N: ¿Can we talk about my day?

Homelander: Fuck your day.

[jamesmcavoysbf]

Open to change ↯

Gif from somewhere off Pinterest

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Male!Reader

Genre: One bed trope, "Dallas seeing there's not enough male reader content and takes it into his own hands, instantly regrets it"

Warnings: Mild homophobia, Soldier Boy as a whole, swearing, no use of Y/N, you're soldier boys gay awakening, swearing 😱😱😱, probably doesn't even make sense but cut me slack I'm working on barely any sleep

Notes: This is my first time writing, for him and in general so don't expect anything good. I also started this in the middle of the night so. ALSO NOT PROOF READ!!!

You had noticed Soldier Boy was always distanced from you. Ever since you, Butcher, Hughie and him teamed up he always stayed furthest away from you. You assumed it was nothing at first but then it came to you that he was avoiding you because of your queerness. You were openly gay. Not like "I'm gay" every five minutes but you weren't in the closet and brought it up occasionally. Maybe when you saw a nice looking guy walking along the street or one of your celebrity crushes was on the telly. After you realized that you decided to avoid him as well. I mean it made sense, he was fresh out of the 80s pretty much.

It was all fine until you started developing feelings for him. His voice. His looks. You wanted to talk to him and get to know him but this was Soldier Boy. What did you expect? You occasionally said hi to him whenever you were in a room together but otherwise no talking. It always bugged you why you couldn't go talk to him.

It was a Saturday night and you were just waiting for Butcher to get you a hotel room for the night. You were thankful for him doing this but the downside was that you usually had to share a room with Soldier Boy. I mean, you didn't mind it much. It was just awkward.

You were stood, hands in your pockets. You had zoned out a bit when you heard Soldier Boy let out an annoyed groan of frustration away from you. You blinked and looked up. Soldier Boy and Butcher where at the reception, Soldier Boy was visibly annoyed. "You can't expect me to sleep in a room with one bed! Especially when I have to share with that queer!" You heard him say to Butcher. You were shocked. Offended, even. "Well too bad, you either sleep here or go sleep in the streets and let Vought come find you." Butcher tilted his head, grin plastered onto his face. He picked up the keys and shoved them at Soldier Boys chest. "Now off you go" Butcher said, turning to you and signalling for you to head off with him.

The walk up to the room was tense. You were pissed and you could tell he was too. He may as well have had called you a fag! You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration, Soldier Boy still walking. Once at the room you tossed your shit on the ground. "I'm going to go have a shower" You muttered, side-eyeing him. Soldier Boy rolled his eyes at you, sitting down onto the bed as you grabbed a towel from your bag and headed into the bathroom.

You started muttering to yourself as you got undressed, turning on the shower as well. You were pissed. The two of you were teammates right now and he was gonna be a bigot? You scoffed at your own thoughts and got into the shower, letting the water run down your body. You finally felt calm now you were in the shower. You grabbed some soap and rubbed your body, cleaning yourself up. After cleaning every nook and cranny you got some shampoo, squirting it onto your hand. You began scrubbing your hair, letting some soap run down your body.

Once done in the shower you grabbed your towel, wrapping it around your waist. You ran your fingers through your hair and exited the bathroom to get a change of clothes. You didn't even look at Soldier Boy resulting to him scoffing at not even being acknowledged. You couldn't help but chuckle at the fact he wanted at least an ounce of attention from the guy he was calling a fag only half an hour ago. "Want attention that bad?" You raised a brow, grabbing a baggy shirt and pulling it on. "Fuck off." He glared at you. You sighed, putting on boxers then putting the towel away.

You sat on the bed, on the other side of him. You had only just acknowledged the single bed. "Butcher only got one bed?" You looked at him, crossing your legs. "Yep... Fucking prick" Soldier Boy looked at you for a second then looked away. It was weird. Actually talking to him. You think this was the longest conversation you had actually shared. He had actually taken off his suit as well, wearing some clothes Butcher had leant him. Okay the silence had gotten awkward. "I'm just gonna try sleep now" You said, crawling under the covers. "You stay on that side, I'll stay on mine" He said as you shut your eyes.

It was the middle of the night by now. You were struggling to sleep through. You were so... Close to him. It was unusual. You could almost feel his body heat. You chewed on your bottom lip. You were a bit thirsty. You slowly shuffled out of bed, trying not to wake Soldier Boy up. You walked over to your bag, unzipping it to get your water bottle when you heard movement in the bed behind you. You turned your head around.

He was sat up in bed, moving his eyes to look at you in the dark. "Oh... Sorry for waking you up?" You muttered, grabbing your bottle. "You better be," He scoffed, stretching. You glared at him for a second. "Prick..." You muttered, turning back to your bag. "What was that?" You heard behind you. You sighed. "Nothing." You said, annoyed. Then you heard him stand up. Great. "No, no. What did you say?" He walked over to you. You stood up, turning to face him.

He was up close to your face, grabbing the collar of your shirt. "Fine! Fine! Jesus... I called you a prick" You scoffed. You felt his breath on your face. He was so... close. "There, easy." He pushed you back a bit when he let go of your shirt. You nearly fell but you grabbed onto him for support. The two of you both stood there for a second before you let go. "Sorry, let's just go to bed" You sighed, heading back to the bed. "No. Wait." You heard him say. Oh my god. You looked back at him. You just wanted to sleep now. "What? Are you going to just call me a fag or something?" You said nonchalantly, tired literally and of him.

"No I'm not." He looked at you. "I just think you've made me feel... something..." He trailed off a bit. You don't think you'd ever heard him talk like... this. "What did I-" You then felt yourself be pressed up against a wall. All you could make out in the dark was his face. Right up in front of yours. You looked at his lips then back up to his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?" You were confused. "You made me feel this" He mumbled before you felt his lips on yours. What. Just. Happened. You were a bit shocked. The kiss started rough but got progressively more gentle for the few seconds it lasted before he pulled away.

"Oh my..." You muttered looking into his eyes. You saw regret and annoyance in his eyes as he swore under his breath. "I'm... I'm confused. You were calling me a fucking 'queer' earlier? Why did-" You paused. He let a sigh escape his lips. "I didn't want to share a fucking bed with you because you made me think I'm... You know" He looked you dead in the eyes. "But maybe I'm open to change."

You just looked at him. "Well... The queer comment was a bit but..." You couldn't help a smirk forming on your face. You kissed him this time. It felt good. For the both of you. Once your lips parted you couldn't help but laugh a bit. "I made you realize you're queer?" You raised a brow, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Suppose so" He pressed his tongue to the side of his mouth.

"Can we go back to bed now?" You asked. "I'm fucking tired" You yawned. "Right... Bed" He said. He then lifted you up causing you to yelp. He tossed you onto the bed. He climbed in next to you, pulling you close.

"Remind me to ask Butcher for a room with one bed tomorrow,"