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Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five.

This prompt meme was made by someone else but my post archives are massive, so….

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Fuck, I had an ask about Homelander's sense of smell in my ask box I've been sitting on but I accidentally deleted it while cleaning out spam asks from my main account. I HAVE FAILED YOU, ANON.

Also not dead, just tired. Next week I'm on vacation so I'm HOPING to use the downtime for recharging then writing.

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HEY tell me about your boys oc

You've twisted my arm, LMAO.

Time to dump my brain. My The Boys OC is PURE SELF INDULGENCE because she's basically an alt version of Tea but what if The Boys? So you know, a cringe almost self-insert OC that evolved into her own thing in my brain. She 300% only exists to smooch Homelander but as of today and runaway story ideas, MAYBE NOT.

I've got this whole vague outline of a story in my head I've taken notes on and written a few lines and drabbles for, but she'll most likely just stick in my brain cause OC x canon isn't well received and I don't have the free time to RP her with friends like I'd like.

ANYWAY - This is LONG. So LONG.

Her name is Stray, which is super not original to anyone who knows my online aliases or the fact that the first version of my vtube character was named Stray but I like short aliases and Stray is as good a name as any for a cat-based Supe.

Her supe power is that she can shapeshift into any feline. House cat, tiger, leopard, and even prehistoric cats because I want her to lay on Homelander as a polar bear sized saber. THE VISUALS.

Like Doppelganger, Stray fluidly shifts between forms in mere moments but unlike Doppelganger, these forms are all Stray. She can't transform into a visual copy of say, your pet cat.

Like Beast Boy, her animal forms are coded to her colors. She's a calico cat (surprise, surprise) if she's a house cat. A golden tabby coated tiger if she's a tiger. Basically all coat colors try to mimic orange, brown, white to some degree. If she's a lioness, it's a richer orangy hue instead of tawny.

I'd have to pin down the exact colors and make a coat pattern chart, but basically every coat is a little off on what the default is for wild cats. Enough to make you go, 'hmm that seems odd' more than seeing a big cat in a weird spot would. The other thing that's constant is her eye color, same green eyes in all forms. So her hair color / skin color reflect her cat coat patterns and her eye color is consistent, basically.

The main perk is that her supe power scales with form. She's a house cat? Well- That house cat could theoretically blast herself through your skull like Jamie the hamster and come out fine on the other side. This scales, so you get a jaguar biting you it's no longer a 1,500 PSI bite but idfk, biting through steel beams. The bigger Stray is, the more durable and the more damage she can do. Get her big enough and she could bite through Homelander's limbs. :D

The downsides are:

Stray is a perfectly normal, squishy person when not in a feline form. Very fragile, don't let near other Supes when she's a person.

She can't stay in feline form forever. Like Doppelganger, it hurts if she keeps a form for too long but she's been trained (forced) to endure it. After 24 hours, she starts to become debilitated from the pain but can push on depending on desperation level. Regardless, she'll be pretty useless quick.

Stray can be locked out of shifting or locked in a form with a metal band around her neck/wrist/ankle. Say, iron does it because uh- It's the most stable element or something which blocks Stray's atoms from doing whatever the fuck they do to reform her into various kitty cats. Having a power lock is fun for situations.

The backstory is that around the same time of Homelander's debut, Stan Edgar wanted to have a contingency plan. I don't know the exact timeline, but I assume Victoria Neuman was adopted by Edgar around that time as his backup plan for Homelander. Stray was picked up for the same reason, except she was more a creature to get locked away and trained to hate Homelander.

Her SUPER TRAGIC backstory is that she had a normal life, save for being a supe, until she turned 18. Then Vought snatched her up with the excuse of that binding Supe Contract, so her family was none the wiser that through daughter was shipped off to a lab. Meanwhile, Stray was fed some story that her family DIED HORRIBLY because of Homelander with her hatred of him encouraged subtly. Enough to make a bitch pissy, but not rampage through the lab. (That or they kept a bitch collared a lot)

Stan Edgar gets thrown in jail and Stray gets lost in the shuffle, forgotten for the most part until her file is dug up or The Boys are tipped off about something strange over in a SUPER SECRET LAB that Butcher is apparently good at finding, given how he found The Woods in Gen V.

The Boys get a new pet cat as they assume Stray is a suped up animal, since they find her collared and unable to shift. I get to write a few cute drabbles of Stray being tormented as people coo over her as a kitty cat until someone takes her collar off. Then the idiot is hell bent on revenge, which suits Butcher just fine.

She infiltrates Vought Tower by being picked up as a stray cat (haha) by Ryan Butcher. Cue Homelander having beef with a cat who keeps stealing his son's attention. Also, that cat keeps looking at him weird. More excuses to write cute fluff with Ryan getting a pet he can cuddle but can't kill. She chills in Vought Tower with Ryan, getting rather attached to the boy because he is SUCH A SWEETIE PIE.

Stray goes to chomp Homelander's head off eventually, hunting him down like prey and wrecking his shit because I just want to write Homelander being afraid. There's something fun about having Homelander hunted by a bigger predator, something primordial and feral. c:

Ryan intervenes before Stray eats Homelander and she pisses off for a bit. Also, probably dealing with a Compound V high given how much V must be in Homelander's blood.

Something something, Homelander researches the bitch who almost ate him. Figures out her weakness and there's probably MORE DRAMA with them fucking with each other. I haven't banged out the details but these lil shits will be toxic as fuck, but since Stray is a strong supe he'll want her for his supe army. Homelander even shows Stray that her family is alive and she's all, "Well fuck. Uh, my bad bro?"

Ultimately, Stray will waver between hating Vought for what they did, having some loyalty to members of The Boys for their kindness, but loyalty to Homelander and Ryan for similar. She's not a good person so she could go for the DESTROY VOUGHT or SUPE SUPERIORITY side on a coin flip.

She's just a character I want to put in situations within The Boys universe. (Sexual situations)

I want tiger!Stray sprawled out on the floor while Ryan uses her as a living lounge chair as he does his homework.

Bickering between Homelander and Stray. Stray being a VERY FUCKING ANNOYING CAT at Homelander before he knows she's a supe.

Therapy cat for Kimiko. 🥺

Butcher being a jerk and dubbing her 'Moggy'.

Stray leaving bite and claw mark scars on Homelander. c:

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WIP List

Taking stock of my WIP to hold myself accountable

First Time, Pt 2 🔞- (Lucy x Maximus) : ACTUAL SEX

Take It As It Comes🔞 (Pre-War!Cooper Howard x Rancher!Reader) : Yehaw

Anyone But You 🔞( Homelander x Reader, Soulmate AU) : ANGST ANGST ANGST

Play With Fire, Chapter 4/5 (Homelander x Reader)

Depowered (Homelander & Ryan Butcher) : post-show Dadlander

Too Sweet, Chapter 2/3/4 (Cooper Howard x Reader)

Choke me 🔞- (Homelander x Reader) : Someone on the server wanted a choking scene and-

Ask prompt, Untouched 🔞 - (Maximus x Reader) : Awkward virgins fumble together

Pet Play 🔞- (Homelander x OC/Stray) : Homelander in a muzzle, wee~

Please Don't Fear Me Darling - (Homelander x Reader) : You weren't scared of Homelander, until today

Hollywood Crush (Cooper Howard x VaultDweller!Reader) : Cooper Howard posers on your vault wall, how embarrassing

Gloves - (Homelander x Reader) : That thing where Homelander never takes his gloves off

Stray drabble? - (Homelander x OC/Stray) : Homie and Stray snarking in Seven Tower

Confession (Cooper Howard x Reader) : accidental love confession

Plump (Cooper Howard x Plus-sized Reader) : Just- /grabby hands

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Geez, there a lot of you here now.

Hi, I swear I'm not dead. Sorta. I'm v slow and chronically ill with an American job that sucks the soul right out of my body. I'm also sitting on I think- 16 drafts....right now? Along with letting the requests in my ask box to marinate in my brain. Mmm, brain soup.

Teasers? Teasers.

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Two sweet please, I need crumbs 🤯

Ohman, I've got the whole fic plotted out and outlines with bits for chapter 2 and 3 worked out. I keep poking at the draft, adding stuff here and there while tweaking it. I need to just focus, but man. Still, that little homesteading Reader and Cooper are living rent free in my brain and every time Too Sweet comes on my shuffled music a few more lines for the fic tumble right out. Second chapter will be a summary of these two establishing a sort of relationship and more flirting because fuck I love it. Third chapter there's a bit more action. ...Actually, third and fourth will have more action unless I merge them. Hmr. A friend inspired this little bit based on my outline notes. Tee hee.

“You’ve got some…” You trail off, eyes fixed across the splatter of blood across Cooper’s face. Was it his own, yours, or from the attacker he gutted?

Cooper’s eyes flick up to meet yours as he pauses in cleaning your wound. He grunts, swiping the back of his own hand against the splatter. He keeps eye contact as Cooper licks the back of his hand clean of the blood. You swallow, staring as Cooper only smiles coolly back. Yellow teeth flash in a ghastly grin.

 “That go with the whole cannibal thing?” You gesture with your chin as Cooper smirks.

“Reckon it’s somethin’ like that, darlin’,” he drawls as he takes your hand between his own to clean it properly. He dabs up the welling blood with a wet cloth, fixated on patching you up instead of goading you further.

You yank your hand back, which startles him as that wound needs proper tending. In a flash, your hand is back in his face. Fresh blood wells within the slash as you twist your wrist, palm up with blood pooling.

An offering. How do you seduce a ghoul? With flesh and blood. “Huh,” Cooper exhales, considering. He glances your way, brow ridges rising in obvious question. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and grin.

That's enough of an invitation. In a flash, he’s got your wrist held fast against his lips. His lips press into your palm as he sucks.

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Depowered?

Ohman, this is an OLD draft that was a few lines I let drop out of my brain and picked at off n on. Originally it was going to be sad, de-powered and retired Homelander shopping in a grocery store internally agonizing about all he lost but instead turned into Ryan being his anchor and a distraction. I have no idea how to end it and I've just been letting it simmer in my draft pile. TBH, I could slap it up as is but I keep hoping I'll gain some inspo to turn it into something properly heart wrenching or wholesome. Maybe with S4 and all the Homelander / Ryan interactions will kickstart my imagination for those two.

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WIP Ask Game!

I've seen this going about and I'm using this as an excuse to take stock of all the WIP I have festering. These are straight up the placeholder titles for most of these drafts and it's obvious I'm not one for clever titles. Kinda in order on how complete they are, too.

I need motivation/ help with FOCUS, aaaaaah.

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

First Time, Pt 2 🔞- (Lucy x Maximus)

Take It As It Comes🔞 (Pre-War!Cooper Howard x Reader)

Play With Fire, Chapter 4/5 (Homelander x Reader)

Depowered (Homelander & Ryan Butcher)

Too Sweet, Chapter 2/3/4 (Cooper Howard x Reader)

Choke me 🔞- (Homelander x Reader)

Ask prompt, Untouched 🔞 - (Maximus x Reader)

Pet Play 🔞- (Homelander x OC/Stray)

Please Don't Fear Me Darling - (Homelander x Reader)

Hollywood Crush (Cooper Howard x Reader)

Gloves - (Homelander x Reader)

stray drabble? - (Homelander x OC/Stray)

Confession (Cooper Howard x Reader)

Plump (Cooper Howard x Plus-sized Reader)

Random Writing snippets

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OMGGG?? YOURE INTO HOMELANDER AND COOPER HOWARD/THE GHOUL TOOOOO?? AUUGHGJGH!! those are my two favourite men rn. ily

They're also my two favorite men of the hour. Both assholes are living rent free in my head and it's a problem.

CHEERS TO OUR TERRIBLE TASTE IN MEN~!

(They're not terrible. Well- Cooper isn't terrible. Homelander is terrible but I love that lab rat)

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Lap Cat

I blame @ghoulphile for this because of her reply that I stole and this ask she got. [A03 link]

“better behave yourself now, kitten. I thought we learned what happens when you use teeth.” 🔞 1,242 words | Pre-War, Post Divorce Cooper, Sometimes a lady just wants to be a good little kitten for Mr. Howard. Sorta. (established relationship, kitten pet name OBVIOUSLY, light fingering, light oral sex)

It's a lazy sort of afternoon where the warm sunlight and humidity leaves you languid. Mellow and sluggish. Being well fucked will do that to a gal. You're sore in all the right places and utterly content to sprawl out on the couch beside Cooper.

The TV drones on, a distant buzz to your ears as you let your consciousness slip in and out. You're comfortable, settled on the couch with Cooper's thigh as a pillow and an arm flung over his lap. He's reclining back, casually puffing on a cigarette as he watches the TV. You don't know that he's watching your serene expression just as often as the screen.

His other hand relocates every now and then as Cooper smokes. First at your shoulder with his thumb idly rubbing under the sleeve of your dress. Then swooping down the curve of your side to repeat the same languid stroke at your thigh. Occasionally he'll let fingers wander to tease down the soft flesh of your thighs or give your ass a playful squeeze as you murmur and burrow closer.

You don't dip fully into sleep until Cooper starts playing with your hair, fingers combing through it while his even breathing lulls you. It's soothing, being nestled against the warmth of him while Cooper pets you. His scent envelopes you fully from where your head rests, every breath making sure your senses are full of him. The faint smell of horses, leather, stale smoke, and the woodland scent that's uniquely him. It makes you nuzzle your face against his thigh affectionately, seeking more of his scent.

You blink, time skipping ahead in an instant as you look up. There's his cigarette in the ashtray, stumped out before you glance up to catch his eyes. "There she is," He rumbles with lips turned up in a smile.

"Mhhm? Did I fall asleep? Sorry." A sigh escapes you as you rub your cheek against his lap, having scooted closer in your sleep.

"Not long. Only a few minutes, sweetheart." The hand that had been motionless on your thigh squeezes. There's a telltale twitch against your cheek.

That brings a wicked smile to your lips as you turn your head, nuzzling more insistently at the fly of his jeans. Cooper inhales sharply, palm skimming up your thigh to slide under your dress as he takes up a handful of your ass.

"Now, now. Quit your squirmin' before I make you do something about that."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Howard." You grin, shifting to turn wide innocent eyes up to him while stretching out. Which in turn presses the swell of one ass cheek further into his palm. You sigh mid-stretch, letting your nails dig into the fabric of his jeans before easing yourself back down across the couch and his lap. As content as a cat.

"Mhm, brat." Cooper's chuckle is a low rumble in his chest that vibrates down to you. There's a moment of consideration, his fingers flexing into the fat of your backside before he smiles indulgently down at you. He shifts his free hand off the arm of the couch to press the knuckle of his pointer finger insistently between your lips.

You part your lips willingly as he twists his finger, pressing down on your tongue. You promptly clamp teeth about his knuckle with a tiny growl. Defiance flashes in your eyes as you turn your head minutely to catch his eye.

“Better behave yourself now, kitten," He tuts, a stern expression settling on his face. "I thought we learned what happens when you use teeth.” There's a certain tone creeping into Cooper's voice that sends an electric jolt of arousal through you. It's the sort of tone that unconsciously pulls compliance out of you.

He smirks as you relax your jaw and promptly curl your tongue about his finger, sucking diligently as commanded.

"There's my good girl," He croons while stroking the curve of your ass.

At the praise, your eyes roll back in pleasure before squeezing them shut, squirming eagerly against him. Cooper's palm slides silently under your panties to cup your sex. He hums his approval, middle finger tapping against slick folds.

"So eager for me, ain'tcha kitten?" Cooper rasps out as he takes you in contently sucking on his finger. He continues to tease between your legs with his other hand, middle finger pressing insistently between slick folds. The honey brown and deep forest green of his eyes darken as he watches every reaction he pulls from you.

You can only moan about the fingers in your mouth in response, fisting up as much of his jeans as you can. He slides another digit between your lips and presses harshly down on your tongue. Automatically, you swallow about his fingers while taking care not to bite out of reflex. A disgruntled sound escapes you all the same. There are better things to have your lips wrapped around.

As if to reward you for the lack of teeth, he presses his middle finger between your folds while spreading them wider with ring and index finger. That index finger teases at your entrance, ghosting over but never slipping in. You huff about his fingers, hips canting to press into his palm only for Cooper to pull back. You need more. Either Cooper needs to start rubbing at your clit or sliding fingers inside of you. Even better if he'd let you crawl atop his lap and ride him properly.

He clicks his tongue as you clamp teeth about his fingers in clear frustration, promptly moving his hand from between your legs. He gives your ass a parting pat as you glower, his fingers still pressing insistently against your tongue until you release your teeth.

"Frustrated, baby?" He croons down to you. "Want something else in your mouth?"

Pulling his fingers from your mouth with a sudden pop, Cooper wastes no time as he unbuttons his pants to free his already straining erection. In moments his cock is bobbing mere inches from your face.

Biting your bottom lip, you lean closer as one hand comes to wrap fingers around the base of his shaft. It gets his cock twitching as Cooper huffs.

"Kitten, you're gonna need to take care o' this before you get anything else. You can do that for me, can't ya?" He drops a hand to stroke over your hair, nudging your face closer.

You're all but purring in excitement. You're over eager as you pop the head of his cock into your mouth, tongue pressing against the crown to taste him. It earns you a groan out of Cooper as he drops her head back. His cock twitches between your lips as pre-cum dribbles freely against your tongue. The taste is bitter salt on your tastebuds, but it makes you moan in pleasure all the same as you lap it up. That gains you a second groan out of Cooper, fingers digging into your hair briefly. Your eyes roll up to meet his as you smirk about his cock like the wicked little creature you are.

"Mind the teeth now." He murmurs, hand sliding into your hair to guide your mouth further down his cock. "How 'bout you show me how good you can be? Earn that reward, sweetheart."

What exactly your reward will end up being is a mystery, but you're eager to earn it all the same.

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I promise I'm not dead, I'm just idly picking at all my WIP and adding to them all instead of FINISHING SOMETHING.

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Hello lovely. Would you be interested in writing something for Homelander. ❤️

I mean- given the pile of Homelander related WIP I am drowning in?

Yes.

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Almost three pages of banter for Play With Fire? Sure, why not.

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Too Sweet - Ch. 1 (Cooper Howard x Reader)

A settler selling wares in Filly catches The Ghoul's eye. Inspired by a Tumblr post asking for an angst fic to Hozier's Too Sweet. 1,753 words | [AO3] No warnings yet, only innocent flirting. Banner from @eupheme

The first time he spots you, Cooper thinks nothing of it. Sure, you look a little less worn down compared to the usual rabble roaming Filly. Certainly scrubbed a little cleaner than most but so were the rest of your companions. The lot of you are a curiosity for sure, but he's seen plenty of attractive women over the ages and known a handful carnally. He's not the sort of man to let a pretty face distract him. No, you don't get a second glance from the ghoul as he goes about his business. 

It's not until your laughter catches Cooper by the ear that he starts paying attention. Jerks his head right round at the sunny sound, attention diverting from the bounty board as he watches you engage with a customer. You laugh again, a merry delight that lights your face right up while the elderly woman you're chatting with laughs along. She's made brighter for being so close to you while you've suddenly become the sun in Cooper's eyes. A brightness he has to squint at when he looks over again to drink you in. His long-dead heart decides that it's about time to do a little flip.

That's a sensation he's not keen on feeling. Cooper hums under his breath, frown settling on his worn lips. He tugs the brim of his hat lower, turning away as he tries to focus on the task at hand. No good can come of fancying any sort of infatuation on a smoothie like you. You're not the sort of creature deserving of the trouble he could bring.

Yet Cooper finds he can't quite help himself. Wasteland life is full of little pleasures and looking at you sure counts as a bit of pleasure. Why not indulge?

The rest of the day as he sits waiting for a client to show, his eyes flicker over you. Wherever you're from, it's certainly kinder to you than what most folks in the Wasteland see. You almost look as soft as some fresh-faced Vaultie, but he can see that your hands are well-worn as you exchange produce for caps. A farmer of sorts. Homesteader.

He listens with a keener ear to the gossip swirling about you and those in your group. A little settler band situated out east, closer to the mountains and closer to what manages to grow green. He picks up that your lot wanders in every few weeks with produce to sell, or trade to stock up the settlement the collective group runs. 

Idly, he wonders what horseshit sort of ideology your commune might be sunk into, but if you're looking to spread a new sort of gospel none of your ilk seem keen on sharing it here. You're a welcome addition to the economy of Filly and it's clear that many enjoy the taste of hope this band of settlers bring in with their harvest. Cooper figures that's indoctrination enough from the harsh reality the Wasteland offers up.

Cooper finds himself wandering over to Ma June's place under the pretense of stocking up on supplies. There's suspicion in her eyes as he drops his intended purchases onto the counter but that's not out of the ordinary. There's always suspicion in the looks Ma June gives him, but she'll take his caps all the same.

"Say, now what's with that group of lil' farmers hauling in their produce like that? Can't imagine those soft-lookin' sorts making their way all the way here unmolested," he drawls out. His smile is crooked as Cooper counts through his caps to pay.

"Settlers, but the well-armed sort. No point in trifling with them. Too well-liked here for their fresh food supply they haul in," Ma June pulls the caps towards her, gaze fixed on the ghoul as she mutters. "They'll trade with ya, but keep out of their business. Ya hear?"

A hum escapes Cooper as he considers this, leaning onto the counter while glancing out the dusty window towards where you stand at the stall. He casually stashes his purchases into his saddlebag while going on conversationally.  "Well- Is that so? They a regular sort of fixture here in Filly now?"

"Have been setting up that stall going on half a year now. Surprised you've yet to come across 'em. Best cherry tomatoes you'll find in the Wasteland." Ma June eases back, arms crossing over her chest as a sour look settles in place on her worn face.

Another speculative hum escapes Cooper as he digests this information before he tips his hat to Ma June and goes on his way. Which happens to lead him straight to your stall.

Once there, Cooper casually plucks up potatoes, a handful of cherry tomatoes, and okra. All of it looks as vegetables should, the sort he would have found at the grocery store before everything went to shit. 

"How much for this lot?" He sets the small bounty atop the open space on the stall. Cooper gives you his Hollywood smile that would charm the pants off of any woman in bygone days, except now his face is a leathery wreck and his teeth are yellowed with age. Most people instantly flinch away in disgust.

Not you.

You smile like the morning sun towards him as you step closer while dusting your hands off on your pants. The bit of dirt smeared on your face only seems to enhance your features in Cooper's eyes. The look you give him is almost shy once you meet his gaze, smiling warmly up to him. 

Cooper finds that curious. He's familiar with a scowl or grimace of disgust when anyone looks him in the face, but here you are gracing him with an easy smile. A customer is a customer, he figures, and he'll do well enough. Yet, your friendliness doesn't feel like an act. Even after all these years, Cooper Howard still can clock other actors.

"Fifteen caps for the whole lot, but I'll throw in an extra sweet potato for the smile." You wink. Wink right at him as your smile grows. "They're good for ya, handsome." You add casually, the smile tugging up further into a cheeky grin. Your expression shifts. Playful. Coy. Interested.

Ain't that something? Cooper doesn't falter at the full force of your attention. He's too old and worn for that, but he sure does grin right back with a twinkle in his eye. Even an old ghoul like him can enjoy a pretty thing like you openly flirting with him.

Now that he’s heard it, Cooper decides your voice is sweet as a silver bell. The sort of soothing tone that reminds him of rain softly pelting a windowpane. It's the sort of sound that makes him wish to stay and listen for a while, tucked into the warmth that he suddenly wants you to offer up. He wants to get you talking to hear more. Wonders how he can coax you into a conversation.

That’s a fucking stupid idea. Cooper mentally shakes himself free of the passing fancy, head tilting ever so slightly as he peers down at you from the shadow of his hat. "Mhm. Ain't trying to get me hooked now are you, sweetheart?

"Something like that." 

“Well now, reckon vegetables ain’t the worst sort of vice a man can get lost in.” Cooper still can’t help himself. He lets his eyes wander right down your body before flicking back up to your face, what sort of vice he’s pondering made clear.

That flush on your cheeks blooms all the hotter as you laugh for him, the sound an utter delight when directed his way. You smile, sweet and shy now as you pluck up a hefty sweet potato to set beside the rest of his purchases. 

“Oh, well-” You start, stop with a small shake of your head as you smile all the wider. Utterly disarmed.

Cooper counts out the requested coin with a speculative hum, mirth sparking in his eyes as it seems he’s rendered you speechless. It’s down-right adorable if he’s being honest with himself. You’re a right little temptation he’d like to play with further. A dangerous thought.

Setting the coins onto the counter, he's swift in sweeping up his new bounty and stowing it all away into a pouch within his saddle bag. This close you're too bright and Cooper knows he's in trouble. Best to break away before you pull him into your orbit in full.

“You take care of yourself now, sweetheart,” Cooper drawls. He tips his hat towards you and turns away with spurs clicking. You watch him go, cheeks still flaming.

You know who he is. The Ghoul, the most famous Bounty Hunter the radiated Wastelands has to offer. You've heard all the rumors and truer tales about him all your life but nothing could prepare you for seeing him in the flesh. A dangerous sort of creature. A man who always brings his bounty in. 

You'd been watching him all day, stealing glances as you work. Now that you've seen him up close and personal? You're down-right fascinated. He’s nothing like the monster the stories painted him out to be. At least, he certainly wasn’t monstrous to you. There’s something captivating about him. Charming, even. 

You’ve seen ghouls before, of course. You know their kind as some live on the settlement with you. The majority end up shambling and ungainly, limbs no longer listening as the radiation rot wars with their regeneration abilities. A confusion that makes most of them uncoordinated and awkward in their transformed bodies, but The Ghoul? He’s got a swagger to his step that reminds you of those cowboys you’ve seen on ancient holotapes. 

He’s been lurking at the edge of your awareness all day, your head cocking in his direction to listen to the cadence of his voice as he bartered for bullets and talked business outside of the bar over yonder.

A thrill had jolted through you the moment he started to move towards your stall. The nervous energy thrumming through you had been made all the worse when you met The Ghoul’s gaze for the first time. A woman could find herself lost in such eyes and you’d certainly tripped right into them. Boldly meeting this stranger’s gaze and enjoying every second his attention was on you.

Shame he left so quickly. You sigh, turning back to count out bottlecaps he’d left as you turn your attention back to work. Best not to think about it. You’re unlikely to see that legend ever again.

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So many WIP. So many things cooking. So many ideas. Shoot me in the fucking face.

Teasers? Teasers.

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That would be amazing 💜!

The request would be for a Maeve/Doppelganger smutty tryst - while Maeve is still closeted and Doppelganger senses that she needs the chance to experiment with a woman. True to their leanings though (like with Homelander on the show) Doppelganger shifts into Maeve and seduces her like that... and Maeve gets pretty into it.

"Fuck, I- Just-" She cuts off, flicking the lighter again as it fails to spark.  "Just give me one fucking moment." Her voice trembles, much as Queen Maeve's hand does as she once again tries and fails to light her cigarette.

Doppelganger gently plucks the lighter from her hand, flicking a flame into existence before lighting the cigarette proper. "There you go. We don't have to do this, you know. I'm not going to tell anyone about the new girl's interests." They wink, an easy smile in place that looks all the more gentle for their soft features. 

Maeve doesn't believe it, yet here she is after one quavering question to the other supe. Specifically what she can do for her. She takes a deep inhale from the cigarette, letting the smoke burn her lungs before releasing it. It soothes her. The tremors in her hands fade.

"How about we start with someone familiar?" Doppelganger  croons and then they are reaching over to cup Maeve's cheek, blue painted nails catching the light. Madelyn Stillwell's calculating eyes peer directly into Maeve's as she purrs, "Oh sweetie. You don't have to worry with me. I've got you." Her thumb strokes over Maeve's cheek as she steps closer. She deftly pulls Maeve flush against her diminutive form. It's like being clutched close by a hollow boned bird, but there's hidden strength as her talons sink in to clutch Maeve close.

She shivers, staring down at the image of Stillwell. Her body sways into the offered warmth and her caresses, feeling detached from her body. The hand that had tugged her close around her waist dips so nails scrape up Maeve's thigh with the clear intent of dipping under her costume's skirt.

"No! No, not that. I'm not like fucking Home-" Maeve cuts herself off, cheeks flushing as she steps free to stub out her cigarette abruptly.

"Homelander? I mean- You did said women but he's got his own sort of charm, doesn't he?" Then it's not Stillwell she's looking down at but Homelander Maeve has to raise her gaze to. He smiles, head cocking before stepping close again. He once more places a hand to the middle of her back, nudging Maeve toward the couch as he leans in. "We could be so good together, you know." The words are whispered against her ear before Maeve abruptly sits down on the couch.

She makes a face. "No, not him either. Please?"

He considers, lips twitching briefly in an expression that's too close to the real Homelander for comfort before he shifts again.

She settles down comfortably beside Maeve on the couch, one hand draping across the back behind her as red lips spread in a smile. "How about this, sweetie? Did you ever have a poster of me in your bedroom as a kid?" She eases closer, one hand coming up to tilt Maeve's face towards her. "Imagining what the Crimson Countess could do with you while you let your fingers slip between your legs."

"I-" Maeve cuts off in a choke, eyes round as she stares over at the other supe. She jerks her head away, cheeks flushing. "No. That bitch mailed me shit a few weeks ago."

That gets a chuckle out of Doppelganger from Crimson Countess' own lips as she lets her hand drop away. She leans back on the couch, regarding Maeve with consideration. "How about- Something more familiar? You know how you like it, right?" 

As she shifts, Maeve finds herself looking in a mirror. She stares at herself as the Doppelganger smirks with her own mouth. It's surreal watching herself as Doppelganger settles more comfortably on the couch.

"You know how to touch yourself, I assume." She inclines her head towards Maeve. Doppelganger reaches out slowly, taking her hand gently to settle it on her own thigh. "So touch yourself."

"Oh.." Maeve trails off, uncertainty flickering across her face as she lets fingernails scrape across Doppelganger's thigh. The other woman purrs. Maeve blinks. Does she make that sound in bed?

"You know your own body well, don't you?" She croons in Maeve's voice. It's disconcerting while sending a thrill straight through her. Maeve's breath hitches as she lets her fingers dance over her mirror's thigh, up to the spot she knows always makes her legs part. 

Her fingers press as Doppelganger's thighs spread. Maeve's eyes flick down, taking herself in from a new perspective. Is this what the boys she's tumbled with see?

It's certainly a sight.

It's not gay if it's yourself, right?

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Just a reminder that, yeah- 90% of my writings are Homelander x Reader but I'll take requests for anyone and any sort of pairing in The Boys and Fallout fandoms.

Ask box is always open to derail me from my WIP pile.