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Heyy! Can you write something about Kenny with a latina\mexican s\o (preferably female or gn) that can dance and cook rlly well? Thanks! :)

🍹Kenny with a latina reader that can cook and dance like a God

n.o.t.e.s - ☀️Your wish is my command.

w.a.r.n - 🌺No warning, just Fluff <3

w.c. - 355

Kenny would adore you and everything you do; you are literally why Kenny is cultured.

Kenny's eyes would light up when you walked into the room; maybe it was because you cooked so freaking well or how you looked at him, like how can he even talk to a freaking goddess.

His eye would light up when he saw you cooking, and he would immediately fall in love with you several times.

✿ Yk, in the cartoon, how they would start floating when they smell something good; that would be him.

Imagine him cooking with you; he would be so excited to be with you and definitely would be the best helper in the kitchen.

He would definitely help himself from eating some of the food while you guys were cooking.

I mean, how can Kenny not eat anything? Everything you make is making him hungry.

✿ While you were preparing food, Kenny would just snack on some of the food you put aside; imagine turning your back and Kenny's cheeks stuffed full with all food, nothing left on the plate.

*** You would definitely be kinda a mom figure to him; you would be scolding him playfully for eating everything while he just had a guilty smile.

Kenny would definitely get most of his dance skills and his talent / He would love to dance with you.

Kenny would try his best to dance with you but would be embarrassed especially with your skills.

You would give him pointers when you teaching him how to dance better.

✿ Imagine dancing with Kenny, and he spins you down and dips you down to give a little kiss on the lips; Kenny would have a smug smile on his face when you're flustered.

"Why are you so red, Y/N?~."

"S-shut up, Kenny"

You would probably be the highlight of his day.

✿ Imagine this: while you're busy cooking something for you and Kenny, He would just arm his hand around your waist, pick up, and give you little kisses all over your neck and face.

Kenny would be obsessed with you and everything about you >3

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘/𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘'𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐅 + Drabbles

n.o.t.e.s - This has been floating around my head for months.

w.a.r.n - Sexual themes - exhibitionism and bits of voyeurism, dirty money, and fluff.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Kenny x rich!fem reader

w.c. - 603

★ Kenny in this story is 18+. So don't attack me.

★ The Reader is 3 years older than Kenny.

★ SFW

You would be a literal angel sent from heaven for Kenny and Karen, a guardian for both of them.

You help them with their financial problems, help them buy groceries and food, and visit them to see that there okay, even with buying them clothes.

Their parents would definitely enjoy you visiting them and helping out.

Kenny would definitely brag about you to his friends.

POV: When Kenny is bragging about you, I would feel Eric should definitely be annoyed, "WE GET IT, KENNY!" just basically screaming at him.

Imagine you and Kenny walking into the school as the 'it' couple.

You would take him out to the different types of restaurants, just basically spending money on him, like who wouldn't.

Imagine Kenny's face lighting up from all the good food he ate, literally shoving that food down his throat.

Karen would love to be around you; you would be her idol. She would draw pictures of you and show you with admiration. You both would be total best friends though despite the obvious age difference.

★ NSFW

Being Kenny's Sugar Mommy would definitely be a perk; you have him in your hands, especially in his state of the class.

He would be just a phone call away.

Imagine being his SM, and your in your office just feeling pent up and wanting a release, and you had him take a right on your desk. Your moans are audible while you are basically half-dressed, your clothes on the floor, your eyes feeling heavy as he just cummed into you.

Money would just be paper toys with you; you would always take Kenny shopping and buy him cute little gifts from expensive shops, Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Dior, and Hermes.

You would shower him with beautiful clothing, and gifts basically making him your own Ken doll. Every time you saw him wearing the clothing you bought him, you just wanted him to fuck you right there and there, even in the dressing room.

⭑ Imagine you and Kenny were in a luxurious clothing store, and Kenny came out looking pretty and handsome and making you so fucking horny, and you just forced him back in the dressing room. The staff thought nothing wrong, but you guys were fucking inside the dressing room, just milking him dry. As you guys pulled in a heated makeout.

He withdraws from his muttering, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Just shut up and make me cum" you whispered.

Then you guys finished, as you just pulled out your black card, paid for the items, and left with a big smile at Kenny while Kenny was flustered.

Imagine this, appearing out of nowhere, where you saw Kenny just hanging out with his friends and walking up to them, stealing Kenny from his group to suck him off in a random bathroom.

⭑ Your head bopping down on his dick, as your down on your knee, having him all disheveled. His whimpering and moaning just make you weak and wet. When he's reaching his orgasm, you just teasingly start licking his tip, pumping him. Just looking at him innocently as you jerked him.

As you slowly took off your panties, lowering yourself down on him, making him needy while he gripped your waist. Wrapping your hands around him as he thrust inside of your moist cunt.

Clapping sounds, moaning, and whimpering was heard in the bathroom.

Kenny would be submissive when you are near; he is your little plaything.

Kenny would worship everything about you; it would be an honor for him to screw you or even look at your body.

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⭑ Don't copy and translate my work plz.

☆ recent — megumi's mom - gojo satoru x milf!reader

This making me smile sooo much 😭😭😭💓😵, Karen is so cute 💓😭

So I had a Kenny request that I've always wanted to see made

So readers family is wealthy but it's not nearly as noticeable as token because they have a normal house and shop at normal stores.

Nobody really knows that Y/N has money, they just think it's cool that they have a PS5. Reader has a crush on Kenny and hates what his family goes through. They send money to his house with no return address, sneak groceries into the kitchen when nobody's home, and they even got Kenny a phone with prepaid service cards.

One day Karen sees Y/N putting new toys in her room and tells Kenny who the family's angel is.

Kenny with a family angel rich s/o💸🛍️🍱

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🐁

He doesn't even know that you're rich because you kept it a secret. Even if Kenny did know you were, it wouldn't change his perspective about you. You seem like a nice person and he liked that. But what he doesn't know is about you having a crush on him and being the one to provide his family with a healthy life.

He sort of recognized that something was wrong when he saw all of his everyday worn parkas in the closet all tidy and neat ready for another day of being worn.

He even looked around his room to see that it was all clean WTF?! no miceholes, no cracks or holes in the walls, and no trash laying around. It was completely sparkly and clean.

When he went downstairs, he found his parents in a shocked and confused expression. He looked to see what his parents were confused about, and electricity was on in the whole entire house.

Heck, they don't even remember paying the electric bills and somehow it's paid! And when they all looked in the kitchen, it was filled with groceries and food supplies for them!

Looking around their house again, completely....the whole entire house was clean and fixed up and not looking like a run down building.

Are they grateful? You bet it! Especially Kenny.

He's happy that he doesn't have to worry about his room being infested with mice or other insects, his parkas always being clean, and he finally gets to eat healthy and delicious food again.

It's to the point his family thinks they're being blessed by the 'family angel'. Little did they know, that it was you all along.

Kenny would know who's been supplying his family with all of this thoughtful stuff and making sure they're healthy.

But he probably knew that he wouldn't be able to find out who it was.

His prayers might have been answered when Karen finds you putting new toys in her room and she immediately recognized who you were since Kenny has been talking about you constantly at school.

Karen ran to her brother's room to go inform him on who the family angle that's being helping out their family was along.

You were going to reveal yourself to him anyways after you were done putting new toys in Karen's room.

And boy Kenny had a shock expression on his face.

You had a big smile on your face as you pulled Kenny into a hug followed with a kiss on his cheek.

"The family angel would like to say that they love you :)" 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

2023 is coming....I'm scared on how the year will turn out to be 😭😭😢😢

My heart 😭😭💓💓

ooohhh you do sp requests?? yayyy!! kenny is my fav character too.

can you pls do kenny trying to make gifts and for his s/o to ask them to be his valentine,it would be really cute to see him trying to learn making heart cookies, cards, maybe even angrily trying to make paper rings and paper hearts <33

thank you 🪐

ofc! just in time for valentine's day! ^__^ i hope you enjoy!!

ーׁ̫ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 !

he could feel himself sweating, kenny's hand was shaking slightly, he had no idea how to make things look.. pretty. he was surrounded by poverty, he was used to making and receiving lackluster things, but for you, he really wanted to make something good.

he was at his kitchen, trying to pipe some heart shaped cookies, the frosting was pink, sure the frosting was messy, but he is putting his heart and soul into these gifts. in the distance the TV was on, the voices of his parents arguing, but he was canceling the noises out. after a few more cookies, kenny was done. a sigh of relief left his lips as he put the the bag down and grabbed the tray of cookies before putting them away into a small baggy.

okay, cookies are done, now he needs to work with the card.

talking the bag to his room, he grabbed a scrap piece of paper and a red pen, he wanted to be a bit extra, he wanted to impress you after all! he wrote a simple letter.

' i've always liked you,

will you be my valentine?

- kenny x '

he wrote, was this too simple? he questioned himself, staring down at the paper, furrowing his eyebrows, he drew a few hearts around the paper. with a small groan, he stared at the cookies then at the paper. he tried to think of what else to make, paper hearts! it was like a light bulb lighting up!

grabbing another scarp piece of paper, he started folding, and folding, and folding. after a while, kenny put the paper down. it was definitely something! well, it looked like a heart, a really messed up one, but a heart after all. one side was bigger than the other, a bit ugly, but the thought that matters!

ーׁ̫ ☆

standing at the bus stop next to eric, kyle, and stan, he was holding the cookies, the card, and the poorly made heart. kyle looked over, "dude, what's that for?" he asked, looking down at his hands, kenny answered, "it's for y/n." he said happily, "ahh! that's so stupid, kenny!" eric teased, laughing loudly. "at least kenny has someone that likes him, fatass!" kyle yelled.

kenny just stood there, not really caring over the argument, he just wanted to give you all he made!

ーׁ̫ ☆

walking into the classroom, kenny looked over at your chair, his heart fluttered seeing you sitting there, talking to wendy.

walking over to you, you looked up at him, a bright smile came to your lips at the sight of him. "kenny!" you welcomed cheerfully, standing up and pulling him into a hug. kenny was always taken by surprise at your affection, he enjoyed it though. wrapping his arms around your body, he squeezed you in a loving embrace before you pulled away, you stared at him with a bright smile on your lips before your gaze traveled down to his hands, you raised your eyebrow but stayed smiling.

"what's all this, kenny?" you asked, kenny looked down before looking back up at you, slightly extending his hands to you, making sure the center of attention was the card.

"will you be my valentine?"

he asked, all muffled, but you understood. a small squeal left your lips before pulling him into another hug, it was tight and full of love! "of course!" you replied, pulling away slightly, pulling down his parka in a swift movement before pressing your lips against his. all kenny could see were heart, he couldn't help but feel bad when you pulled away.

gently taking his gifts, you were amazed by how thoughtful this was! you opened the bag of cookies happily, "kenny! did you make this?" you asked, taking out a cookie, even if the frosting was messy, it looked amazing! taking a quick bite out of the cookie, it was delicious too! kenny nodded in reply and your smile was beaming. "they're amazing! thank you so much!" you said, pulling him into another gleeful hug, which kenny of course returned.

ーׁ̫ ilydamsel, 2023 !

"When you scream, it drives me nuts If you hang up, I'll spill your guts"

n.o.t.e.s - Tbh the original is always better.

w.a.r.n - non-con to dub-con, NSFW (ofc) penetration, blood kink, creampie, fingering, just plain nasty.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Stu macher x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.9k

"Creak~"

There was a strange noise that was coming from downstairs of your house. You woke up from the strange noise, and your breath hitched as you heard the noise coming closer.

You got up from your bed slowly as you inched closer to your door, as you look outside your chamber's door. Nobody was there, your parents left on business. They left you alone, alone with your maid, alone with your butler, and alone with your bodyguards.

As you look at the big ben clock perched on the hallway's wall.

2:00 am

The window was glaring in moonlight, making the hallway more daunting. You were born in rich family, your parents barely being there as they were almost all on business, either with each other or away. Most of your house help was gone, and your guards already sleeping, as you heard soft snoring.

Your thought was interrupted with soon fear covering your whole body, as you heard a loud thump, it didn't alert your guard as they kept on snoring.

You walked back into your chambers, as your window was open, you quickly peered out and closed in, covering the window with silk purple curtains. You sighed, realizing it was a broken tee branch, it was odd, the tree wasn't dying just for the branch to fall off.

There was another noise, your phone rang. It was 2:00 am in the morning, there was no way it could be your parents or your friends, maybe it was Tatum and couldn't sleep.

You ignored the thoughts running through your mind, as you sat down on your bed in the dark look g at yourself in the mirror, before covering yourself with a blanket, ready to back to your slumber.

You gingerly got up from your bed and answered the phone that was propped near your vanity. You answered with a quiet but audible, "Hello" you mumbled from out your sleepy lips.

"Hello beautiful" an almost sounding rough voice, deeply satisfying, dare you say sexy voice spoke from the phone, maybe it was Tatum pulling a prank on you, "What do you want?"

"Can't a stranger have a conversation with a pretty girl" the voice ranged out, you couldn't lie the little pet name and compliment were making your heart flutter.

"At 2:00 am at night, buddy?"

"Sure why not, I mean your still on the phone with me, a stranger"

" I got to go, I have school tomorrow"

"That sucks, doesn't it"

"Ya, that's why I gotta go now"

"Wait-" the stranger said quickly before you could place the phone back.

"Yea?"

"Wanna play a game?"

"No, thank you" before you hang up the phone, "Hang up on me, I'll fucking spill your guts" the once calm voice turned ominous, as it said the threat on the landline.

Your heart started pounding from the threat, and your eyes started to water up as well, and you heard noises from the stairs.

"So, do you want to play the game now?" the ominous spoke out.

You didn't respond, the sound of your hitched breathing was being heard through the telephone to the stranger that was calling you, you muttered a small yes, still audible to be heard.

"I'm glad you came to your sense, darling" the voice cooed at you, you felt sick to your stomach, as fear covered your body, plaguing your mind.

"Mmm, let's say Horror as the category of the questions"

"First, who was the first victim of Freddy Krueger?"

You weren't a fan of horror, but know some of the horror characters from all the movies your friends watch on opening night, especially Billy and Stu, "T-tina Gray!" you yelled out, "It was her", you answered as you cautiously exited your room looking around your surrounding, walking down the stairs.

"Good, really good" the voice spoke,

"Second, who was the original slasher of Friday the 13th?"

Fuck.

"Um, JASON!" you yelled out, The sound of the stranger clicking their tongue was heard, "Damn, and I really thought you were smarter than that Y/N" your heart dropped when the stranger mention your name.

"H-how did you know my name" you whimpered, as you dashed down the flight of stairs, "It was fucking Pamela, everyone knows that poor Y/N,... but since I'm nice, I'll let you redeem yourself, but it not looking good for your dear bodyguard" As the stranger uttered his words, you stopped to see a shattered window, and a dead body of one of your bodyguard, the body had stab wounds, bleeding out from his mouth.

You released a blood-curdling scream, as you ran away from the body to the kitchen. Tears started running down your face, as you grab one of the chef knives from the rack, arming yourself.

"Y/N, you know better than that, everyone knows when there's a killer in the house you should be quiet, but for now let try a game of hide n go seek"

Your breath was shaky, "P-please no" you whimpered.

"Well you have to know, not everyone in the fucking world get to have everything when your born, your parent should taught you better, than spoliing you with riches, Y/N, your just the girl that dies in the end nothing more and nothing less.

"What did I do to you" you cried in the phone, slouched down near the counters, your face wet with tears.

"It's too late to beg for mercy, just try to live through the night~" the voice ranged out as the stranger cut off the phone call.

The house was silent, it was eerily silent. The one you couldn't dare to breathe in.

You started crawling to find shelter, before you saw a figure in your house, holding a knife and wear a black robe, wearing a white ghost mask.

Your breath hitched, as you pressed your hands to your face. The figure's footsteps were silent, barely even heard. You crawled near your garage before you even got to the knob. Your heart dropped straight to your stomach as your face came to contact with the ghost mask.

You screamed and ran, as the hooded figure chased after you, you clutched your knife to safety, still managing to hide behind one of the doors, you peered out, seeing the ghost figure swinging its head.

Clutching your hand to your mouth to make less noise, the steps of the figure came near you as you heard the creak of the wooden flooring.

"Hah..haah" you breathed, your breath hitched as you heard the figure stopping near you.

You felt the figure near you, their murderous intent radiating onto you. You heard the figure walking toward you, and you sighed quietly, as soon you did, the figure came from behind you, knocking.

'AHHHHH!' you screamed running upstairs, as the figure chased you with a hunting knife. You ran up, as you slammed the door at the figure moving your closet to your door, you tripped landing onto your bed.

The sound of your door rattling, as you heard the slamming of the door, and your whimpering was heard.

"Come on, Y/N, don't be a bad girl for me now" the figure spoke from the door, as you were scared by the figure smashing your door, their arm becoming visible, as you backed up from your bed to your closet.

"P-please...PLEASE!" you cried, as the figure finally got out and opened the door, walking slowly toward you, their hunter knife in hand.

Your salty tears dried onto your face, and you held onto your closet. The Ghostface figure grabbed you by your hair, and you scream out. The figure throws you onto your bed, as you squirm.

"Y/N, you have been a very bad girl" the figure holding your face, as the figure brought their head near you, their mask touching your face. The figure touching your thighs, "I'll let you live if you grant me a favor" the figure's hand slowly inching underneath your nightgown.

Your intimate parts slowly become arousal, as their hand inches towards your underwear, "Let me...have my way with you, and be a good girl, and you'll live" the figure whispered in your ear before retracting back.

"O-okay" you muttered, as you threw your head to the side, avoiding the mask, your breath hitched when the figure slowly took off your panties.

Placed it in one of their pockets, the cold air hitting your arousal, as you gave a silent moan, as tears were building up from your lashes, and you whimpered out.

The figure took off one of their gloves, and their hand got inserted into your plushy wall, as you squeeze their fingers. "F-fuck your so tight, it's wonderful how it feels when my cock is inside" your wall squeezing his fingers tighter, "haah~" you moaned out, as he thrust into you.

His fingers thrust into you, as you arched your back, moaning out, the warmth from his hand being withdrawn, as you looked at the figure taking off his pants, teasingly at you as you threw your head to the side, full of embarrassment.

"Your so eager aren't you"

"You gotta beg for it baby~"

"P-please"

"You have to do more than that, haha"

"P-please, just fuck me already" you rubbed your thighs together, as you spread your pussy lips for the murder. You felt disgusted with yourself, you're giving yourself to a murderer that killed, not even 20 mins after"

"P-please" you gently touch the tip of his cock.

You swore you saw the figures dick getting harder, as the tip started dripping precum.

"I cant wait to fuck the shit of ya" as the figure lined up to your pussy, not even a moment you felt the sharp pain inside of you, as the figure started thrusting into like a animal.

"Haah~" you moaned, your back watched as your eyes crossed between each other, lolling your tongue out.

"Shit, I was right. You're so fucking tight" he groaned out, as the figure gripped your thighs. Their thrusts were getting sloppy by the second, as they grabbed their hunting knife slitting the top of your nightgown, your breast jiggling from the animalistic thrust.

Relief came down on your body, as you moaned out.

"Your skin is so soft, isn't I wanna the mark the shit out of you" the figure soon carved your skin as blood pricked up. The cut soon appears throughout your body. You looked messy, like a porn model, and your nightgown was turned into rags.

"Do you want me to cum inside of you baby~" the figure grunted, "P-please" you moaned out, your eyes half lidded.

As the thrust got sloppy, as soon you felt warmness filling up your pussy, as you heard groaning from the masked killer.

Panting was heard throughout your room, your ripped clothes sticking onto your sweaty body, feeling your body growing tired, as the last thing you saw was the masked killer getting redressed.

The phone ranged, as Stu picked the phone, as the caller was Billy, one of his best friends.

"So did you kill her"

"No not yet, just saving her for something special" as Stu place a blunt between his lips, lighting it up, as he started at the window of your home.

"You got to be fucking serious, Stu, I swear to god if your plan doesn'work I'm going to-"

"Chill dude, it's gonna work, just trust me Billy" as stu blew out the smoke.

"-Just trust me"

POV: you called the slasher a munch.

n.o.t.e.s - the slashers reacting to you calling them a munch >3, I just wanted to write something and it's still February.

+ Drabbles

w.a.r.n - Ice spice fan (?)

w.c - 347

featuring - Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher.

Michael Myers

∙ He would be lowkey kinda confused about what a munch is.

∙ Imagine him standing there menacingly, and you're literally crawling on your back, spitting profanities.

∙ You called him a munch when you were running away from him, trying to at least distract him.

∙ Probably scratched his head when he heard the word and cocked his head.

∙ He would just stand there, looking at you confusedly.

Jason Voorhees

∙ This baby would be so confused when said it.

∙ Cocked his head to the side, just standing there, breathing.

∙ I just imagine him just muttering a little "what?".

∙ He would just lower his knife cutely, so confused about what you said.

Freddy Krueger

∙ Probably would tell you to shut the hell up and stop the accusations.

∙ I feel like Freddy would deadass know the meaning of it since he literally kills children, and teenagers have probably heard the term before.

∙ His eyebrows just twitched as he just looked at you.

∙ Probably mad and pissed, just makes him want to kill you more.

Billy Loomis

∙ Similarly, like Freddy, stop the accusation and looks away from you with his face full of red.

∙ He would probably be in disbelief. Probably play it off and ignores you for the whole day.

∙ Your probably gonna be his first victim after you said, 🙏

∙ Imagine your running away from the killer and he just stabs you in the chest, and mutters: "I'm never eater, just a killer".

Stu Macher

∙ Stu would definitely, and I mean definitely prove how he munch and would say it proudly.

∙ Would literally be confident, of this guy an eater just look at him 💀.

∙ Imagine hanging out with him and the whole group, at the water fountain like in the scene from the movie. -And you called him a munch and he like "Are you telling me, that I eat you out so well"

∙ And you're like just standing there blushing.

Open Wounds | 18+ - Dark Fic | Chapter One

Summary: Soldier Boy sets his eyes on a new project – one that takes an interesting turn. 

Chapter Tags: drug use, SB being a bastard as usual, flirting, hints of grooming, mentions of underage, minor underage Chapter WC: 2835

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely @synmorite! When I started working on this fic, SB hadn’t appeared in the show yet, so a lot of it was guess work and my own ideas of him as a person and his story given the tidbits we’d had up to that point. Now the season has aired, I’m realising there are several ways my SB differs from canon, so sorry about that! We’ll call this my version of SB! Ahaha

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Soldier Boy’s POV

Smiling for the camera, Soldier Boy feels his cheeks hurting, the bright flash of light invading his vision for a split moment, before it’s gone again, and he sees spots of it left behind for a moment or two. As soon as the cameraman moves away, the smile on his face drops, and he looks around the quiet conference room, noticing Ashley approaching him. 

“Are you ready? Everyone is so excited to see you!” she busies, reaching up to tug on his suit. 

He moves out of her way swiftly, reaching for his flask and unscrewing the cap. “Not yet,” he tells her adamantly, before taking a swig of bourbon. 

“Everyone’s been waiting for over an hour,” she starts to stress, biting her bottom lip. 

“Let them fuckin’ wait,” he grunts, frustrated by her persistence, “I’m worth it, aren’t I? I’ve been gone forty fuckin’ years, another hour won’t kill ‘em,” he smirks, replacing his flask and flashing her his signature cocky grin. 

“Of course,” she swallows, nodding and forcing a smile. 

Soldier Boy rolls his eyes, turning his back on her as he heads back over to the table he’d been sitting at before the cameraman interrupted him, and he resumes his seat, picking up the metal straw and lining up the end with the line of white powder. 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? There’s a lot of press out there, fans…” Ashley worries some more. He looks up from the table, setting her a long hard stare, and Ashley relents, clearing her throat. “I’m going to make sure catering haven’t fucked up the entrees,” she excuses, finally leaving him alone. 

Soldier Boy sighs, returning to what he’d been doing, placing the other end of the straw up one nostril, blocking the other as he inhales deeply. He brushes the underside of his nose, sitting back and waiting for it to kick in as the door opens. He glances towards it to see yet another face he doesn’t want around him enter the room, her red lips curled into a smirk. 

“Nice to see you haven’t changed,” she comments, sauntering towards him. 

“You have. You’re fuckin’ old,” he comments, setting her a hard stare. Like before, his intimidation seems to do very little to her, and he watches as Crimson Countess approaches. She sits down on the table directly in front of him, her own smug grin on her lips. “What the fuck do you want?” he grunts. 

“Now there’s no need to be like that, Ben,” she coos mockingly, leaning closer, bringing her cleavage closer to his face. “We had something pretty fuckin’ good between us.” 

“Forty years ago, sweetheart,” Soldier Boy reminds her. “Before you started that freak show honoring me, instead of fucking finding me.” 

Crimson purses her lips, leaning back just a little. “I thought you were dead. I fuckin’ mourned you.” 

“Not fuckin’ hard enough. Bet you barely let the fuckin’ ink dry on my death certificate before you were making fuckin’ money off of me,” he accuses, rising to his feet. Her eyes follow him, and she clenches her jaw softly. “Stay out of my fuckin’ way tonight.” 

He storms towards the door. Not that the supe wants to go to a stupid party anyway, but it’s preferable to being alone with that washed up traitorous bitch. Besides, he supposes it might be fun having a whole night celebrating him. He plasters the fake smile on his face as he feels the coke starting to kick in, and heads towards the party. He bursts through the double doors onto the scene with his arms spread out wide. 

“You guys looking for America’s first hero?” he asks cockily, grinning widely at the way everyone stops what they’re doing to turn and look at him, applauding and cheering at his presence. 

Once again flashes start to blind him, but he stands and poses, smiling brightly for every single one, fully aware of the amount of eyes on him. 

“Crimson Countess, one with you too,” one of the photographers calls. He turns his head to see her making her way into the room, looking at him a little hesitantly. 

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he calls, holding his arm out invitingly. “Just like old times.” He hugs her in close as soon as she’s next to him, and together they smile for the camera. 

Once he’s decided they’ve had enough, Soldier Boy shoves Crimson away, heading towards a waiter holding a tray of canapes. He eyes the sushi type snack and tries one, deciding he likes it enough to take the entire tray, and begins to make his rounds around the room, putting on the charm and laughing at the guests whenever they say something they think is funny. 

It’s barely five minutes in that he’s bored and feels a headache brewing. Ashley keeps excitedly introducing him to people in Vought that he doesn’t recognise. Apparently all of the team he worked with are dead or retired now, and he eyes the new team suspiciously, secretly pleased to notice the slight tremor in their voices as they talk to him, clearly eager to impress him and stay in his good books. He’s used to being the best person in the room, and he’s glad that forty years away hasn’t changed that. Being the first supe was always a responsibility he didn’t ask for, but he supposes the benefits have outweighed the disadvantages for the most part. 

“Excuse me, sir?” Soldier Boy looks down, finding a boy around stomach height grinning up with him, his two front teeth missing. “Can you sign my comic book?” 

The supe looks around the room to find who the little brat belongs to – what are kids doing at this kind of event anyway? – But he doesn’t lay eyes on anyone that wants to claim him, not that Soldier Boy blames them. He forces a wider smile regardless and bends slightly. 

“Sure can, sport,” he agrees, taking the book and pen from him. His eyes land on the very bad depiction of him, and frowns slightly. He doesn’t look like that, that man is ugly. He flicks through the pages, seeing the juvenile ‘danger’ that the comic book puts him in, and then can’t help but laugh at how pathetic it all is. “Used to love these as a kid,” he tells the boy, covering his tracks, and then scrawls his name over the cover. 

“Freddie, there you are. I’m so sorry, Sir,” the woman blushes, trying to usher her son away. 

“No worries, Ma’am, always happy to meet a young fan,” he insists, smiling so hard his jaw hurts. “Just keep a better eye on him, hm? This isn’t a place for children.” 

“Of course, sir,” she replies, nodding her head and only blushing harder. “Thanks again.” 

Soldier Boy smirks slightly as he hears her scold her son the whole time they walk away, unable to stop himself from checking out her ass in that tight dress she’s wearing. 

“Soldier Boy?” he sighs heavily when he hears the tone of Ashley’s voice behind him. 

“What?” he barks, turning around frustrated. He clips it short when he sees she has a guest, and puts the smile back on his face, already exhausted by the entire evening. He’d forgotten how hard it was to act for so long. His eyes land on a middle aged woman beside Ashley, and when he looks back at her for an explanation, she speaks up again. 

“This is Nicola Y/L/N, her father served alongside you in the war,” Ashley explains. 

“I don’t know a Y/L/N,” he tells her as politely as possible, already bored with the conversation. 

“That’s my married name, Sir, my maiden name is Keller. Arnold Keller?” she questions. 

“Arnie Keller,” he remembers, the smile on his face wavering for a split second as he remembers the weedy teenager that used to follow him around like a fucking shadow. That kid barely gave the supe a moment with his own thoughts. At first he liked the admiration. Arnie treated him like a God, and who doesn’t want to be reminded of their superiority in that way? But soon it got fucking irritating. “Great guy,” he lies. “I’m sorry I never got to see him again.” 

“He’s still alive,” Nicola beams. “He’s just over there.” 

“Oh, perfect.” 

Soldier Boy internally breaks something – maybe Ashley’s neck – but instead follows on behind Nicola towards an old man in a wheelchair that resembles nothing like the Arnie he knew from war, besides the signature way his nose bulged on the end just a little. 

“Arnie! Surprised to hear you’re still alive, old friend,” Soldier Boy announces, clapping his hand down heavily on the frail man’s shoulder. 

“Dad doesn’t speak much anymore, not after his stroke, but his mind is still all there apparently,” Nicola explains softly, smiling warmly at her father. 

“Now that is a shame. Arnie used to spend night after night telling me all kinds of stories,” Soldier Boy pretends to reminisce fondly, secretly elated that the son of a bitch won’t be opening his mouth anytime soon. That’s the last thing he needs tonight. 

He notices two more people approach, a man around Nicola’s age – the supe assumes her husband – and a younger woman, still in her teens, he guesses. 

“Sir, this is the rest of our family,” Nicola explains. “This is my husband, David and our youngest daughter, Y/N.” 

Soldier Boy locks eyes with Y/N, noticing how her eyes widen a little, sparkling in excitement as she smiles at him. 

“It’s an honor to meet you, Sir,” David speaks up, holding out his hand. 

“Of course,” Soldier Boy smiles, moving his attention swiftly onto their daughter. “Y/N, you look beautiful tonight,” he compliments, holding out his hand. She giggles a little as she takes his hand, and he’s quick to turn the back of it so he can kiss it softly. “Sorry, guess I’m an old fashioned man,” he apologises, flashing her a wink as he stands up straight again. “I forget that you folks don’t do that sorta thing anymore.” 

“Don’t apologise,” David insists. “It’s good to see some old fashioned chivalry again.” 

“Indeed,” the supe agrees, his eyes once more wandering to Y/N and the way she’s looking at him, all wide eyed and hopeful. He glances towards Arnie again, seeing the slight crease in the old man’s forehead as he furrows his eyebrows and Soldier Boy laughs softly to himself leaning in closer to Arnie’s ear. “Don’t worry, old friend, we both know I’m nice to the ladies.” He claps his hand on the old man’s back again, and looks between the family. “If you’d excuse me, I think I’d like a drink.” 

He glances at Y/N one last time and then heads over to the bar, flagging down a waiter and ordering a bourbon. His eyes scan the crowds but inevitably land back on Y/N, noticing her looking over at him across the room. He flashes her a smug grin, taking a sip of his drink. He never did like Arnie. What an annoying parasite he was. It could be quite fun to fuck with him now that he can’t fight back. He finishes his drink and licks his lips, straightening his suit as he picks up on the music they’re playing. The kinds of songs they’d play in music halls when he was younger. 

He takes a deep breath and heads towards the dancefloor, noticing other couples slow dancing together. He stops as he gets close to Y/N and bites his bottom lip for a moment. 

“You don’t mind if I dance with you daughter do you, David?” he asks politely, already holding out his hand for her. She looks at her father excitedly, and Soldier Boy cocks an eyebrow, daring David to disapprove. 

“Of course not, sir,” he agrees, slightly flustered by the question. 

“Thank you, I’ll bring her back safely, I can assure you.” Soldier Boy winks at them, and then takes Y/N’s delicate hand, leading her over to the dance floor. 

He lets the silence grow for a moment between them as they sway, relishing in the nervous glances Ashley keeps sending his way. Eventually she approaches, playing with a strand of her hair. 

“Sir, I think you should mingle,” she tells him far more politely than usual. 

“This is my party, if I want to dance with a pretty girl I will,” he insists, flashing Y/N a wink. 

Ashley forces an awkward chuckle. “I really think that dancing with a teenage girl should be low on your list tonight.” 

“Relax, Ashley,” Soldier Boy insists, pushing Y/N out at arm’s length and encouraging her to spin. “Gotta keep my appeal with the ladies,” he winks, whispering. 

Ashley purses her lips but eventually relents, leaving them alone. 

“She’s a pain in my ass sometimes,” he excuses, chuckling softly. Y/N giggles, biting her bottom lip. “You’ve not said a single word to me. I don’t scare you, do I, little darling?” he asks. 

“No, sir,” she whispers, looking around nervously. 

“Would you prefer it if we were alone?” he asks next, making her eyes widen. “C’mon, I could do with a break, anyway.” 

Soldier Boy doesn’t give her a chance to protest, and doesn’t look for her father’s approval this time as he leads her out of the main room and towards a quieter office that is empty. He lets them both in and closes the door behind them, gesturing to her to take a seat on the couch. She does so quietly, tucking her dress skirt under her ass before taking her place, and Soldier Boy smirks, sitting beside her closer than is polite. 

“You really are very beautiful,” he compliments, reaching up to brush some hair out of her face. 

“Thank you,” she smiles, biting her bottom lip anxiously. 

“You know,” he begins, letting his fingers ghost down her jawline. “You were exactly my type before… before I was lost,” he words carefully. “I know I’m technically older, but I don’t feel it. Still feel as young as you at heart.” Y/N laughs softly, nodding her head in understanding. “Though, I bet you look at me and see an old man, huh?” he asks, dejectedly. 

“I think you’re handsome,” she confesses, nervously. 

Soldier Boy instantly smirks, guiding her face towards his a little more so he can see all of her. “You do?” he checks. She nods in his grasp. “Well that’s made me feel a lot better, darlin’,” he hums. “Feels good to think I could stand a chance with a girl like you.” 

“I’m sure you could get any girl you wanted,” Y/N offers.

“Well, maybe I don’t want just any girl. Maybe there’s only one I want right now,” he suggests, angling her face to tilt her lips closer to his. 

“Really?” she checks. 

“Mhm,” he hums, bringing his face closer. 

“But I’m only seventeen.” 

Soldier Boy stops, dropping his hand instantly, feeling anger flood his veins. Fucking perfect. 

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he grunts, unable to stop the words flying out of his mouth. She suddenly looks afraid, nervously biting her bottom lip. 

“I’m sorry, are you angry?” she asks. 

“Well, sweetheart,” he sighs, trying to regain his composure and put on his front. “It’s not ideal that I just tried to kiss an underage girl,” he explains exasperatedly. “You probably think I’m a creep now.” 

“I don’t,” Y/N defends. “And I’m eighteen in two months,” she adds. 

Once again Soldier Boy’s interest is piqued as he considers his options. Two months doesn’t seem that long to wait, not if it’s going to fuck with Arnie. 

“Well then, darlin’, why don’t we continue this on your birthday?”

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Ik it ain’t valentines day anymore but can we have a valentines day pt2 with butcher, frenchie and a-train?? Ps i love how you write. Always so accurate :)

Part 2 of the Valentines Drabbles/Headcanons - requested >3

n.o.t.e.s - Since it's still February, we're still in the month of love !>3 P.S thank you so much anon, I'm really happy that you enjoy my writing! >3

w.a.r.n - Some nsfw, fluff, and just pure love.

w.c - 686

Billy butcher

❀ Billy would surprise you with flowers like roses, a box of chocolates, sweets, and a bunch of valentines-themed and your favorite biscuits.

❀ He would definitely surprise you with a homemade dinner (It he is a good cook ngl).

❀ You guys would spend valentines day watching a movie, snuggling each other for warmth, as you guys would just enjoy both of each other's company.

❀ He would definitely take you on a good date, with just the two of you, it wouldn't be like a fancy restaurant but like a comfortable, family-type restaurant, just a casual one.

❀ He would gift you your favorite flowers or a cute necklace.

❀ To be honest, I feel like even with butcher's strong guy facade, I feel like he is just a soft baby, that just needs love.

NSFW

❀ Billy would definitely be into vanilla (BUT HEAR ME OUT) He would be really vulnerable with you, it would really give the same energy as how butcher found Rebecca.

❀ He would handle you with care, like your a piece of glass, he just doesn't want to lose you like Rebecca. He would take his time with you also, and coax you.

❀ Passion sex with you, #handlewithcare >3

❀ The butcher would be into a breeding kink, like making his little family with you like after he handles Vought. Just the both of you and your children living in a comfortable house, just basking with each other until death.

❀ Aside from being vanilla, he would also be dominant yk, being that fellow that would take anywhere, I swear, idk he would just be a freak tbh.

Frenchie

✿ Now Frenchie would definitely surprise you with all your favorite things flowers and chocolates.

✿ He would surprise you with your favorite dinner, and also surprise you with breakfast in bed, and also would just surround you with love and hugs + cuddles :)

✿ Frenchie would just serenade you with songs and give some pet names and fawning words in french.

✿ Frenchie would have a little date with you in your apartment, with a candle-lit romantic dinner, with you guys basking in each other's love and presence.

Nsfw

✿ Frenchie would be into vanilla sex, I feel he wouldn't be dominant like that, maybe vulnerable (?) with passion.

✿ He would definitely love when you ride him, that shit would just make him go crazy tbh.

✿ Frenchie would just love when you handle him, you would be the romantic one in the relationship. I feel he would definitely be into some voyeurism, idk I feel he would be a secret freak tbh.

✿ He would love getting head from you, would def make him go crazy and zooming fr.

A-train

✽ He would surprise you with flowers and your favorite thing, just the same valentine's thing you would surprise anyone with, he would also buy you a necklace and some of your favorite shoes or clothes (or anything else)! >3

✽ He would watch a romantic maybe scary movie with you, as you guys cuddle.

✽ Take you out to a restaurant, (he would definitely don't know how to cook), and he would surprise you with some gifts and goods.

✽ He would also slow dance with you as your guy's favorite song plays in the background as you guys give each other loving stares and pet names + cues.

Nsfw

✽ Okay, first let's first forget and pretend that a-train does not have a foot fetish and liked his toes getting sucked, but if you're into that, you can do you, I don't judge yk. 😳

✽ He would definitely be a freak, be into voyeurism maybe even exhibitionism, like imagine you both getting ready for your dinner date, and he is just really horny and take you on your dresser.

✽ Your just fucked out with blissed, basking in the moment of pleasure. -and he's just like asking to suck his toes (jk) or unless.

✽ We know a-train is a freak tbh, he wouldn't mind being vanilla with you.

Valentine's Day Drabbles/Headcanons.

n.o.t.e.s - My short takes on Homelander, Solider boy, and Black Noir, what they would do to their s/o on valentines day and general headcanons >3

w.a.r.n - Mention some nsfw, romantic stuff, and fluff.

w.c. - 806

Homelander

❀ Homelander would swarm you with chocolates and flowers and pepper you with kisses.

❀ Probably would hug you every time, like cuddling on the couch as homelander you both watched Homelander's movies.

❀ If Homelander was to cook you a nice valentine's meal, it would probably turn into a big mess, like as you walked into your shared penthouse with him and looked at him as he was covered in ingredients and held a burnt piece of steak in his hand.

❀ I feel like he would cancel all his meetings just to be with you and hang out with you and honestly be anywhere with you.

❀ Yall would have a date in a nice, classy restaurant, which he bought off or got you guys a private room, so it just is you and him.

❀ You guys would like to share a romantic bubble bath together, some more cuddling, and sharing some moments with each other, as you guys share romantic, and long kisses.

Nsfw

❀ Although with his munch behavior, he would def be all over you, like even buying you some red and blue lingering, just so he'll rip it off you.

❀ He would definitely have a breeding kink, be in the mood for some lovemaking, and would probably love to see you be like swollen with his baby and have your breast full of milk.

❀ That would be his ultimate dream

❀ Due to his infamous lactation kink, he would all over your breast, like watching them how they bouncy as you ride him, fuck out from the bliss of your orgasm.

❀ Like if you aren't pregnant now you would probably be after tonight.

Soldier Boy

✿ Just like Homelander, he can't cook for shit, but he would definitely try to do something special for you, like buying you your favorite perfume, shoes, bag, flower, chocolate, and the list go on.

✿ He would surprise you with a lot of girls, just spoil you with materialistic things, hell he would even buy you a car.

✿ If you are not a materialistic person, he would sing you a romantic song, he wrote for you, basically serenading you from top to bottom. Covering you with love and affection. >3

✿ He would be soft with you, and gentle with you like a porcelain doll, just ready to crack.

✿ Solider boy is old-school af, so I feel he would take you on a date like a cute picnic date, you guys would share a sweet moment, sharing a romantic kiss.

✿ He would take you to like a drive-movie theater, and you guys would be cuddling sharing both of your warmth, having this moment with each other.

✿ Probably take you dancing in a jazz bar, just basically sharing moments with each other.

Nsfw

✿ You both be def high when you guys are like messing it up in the sheet.

✿ He would be passionate with you and gentle but also a bit rough with you, like fucking you in endless bliss, moaning out his name like it was a chant.

✿ He would be really dominant, with you.

✿ If he were to buy anything and you were wearing it, while he is riled up, it would be ripped in pieces, basically massacre the clothing just to get you in the sheet.

✿ Like imagine, you both making a valentine's dinner, and you guys are in the kitchen together to make it, and Ben, can't keep his hand off you, and fuck right there on the kitchen counter.

✿ I feel like Ben/Solider boy wouldn't have a kink but like would like to be into voyeurism or a praise kink with you.

Black Noir

✾ Black Noir would get you a bouquet of flowers for you and chocolate, just the basic stuff and I feel like black noir would be a good baker and bake you like your favorite dessert.

✾ He would surprise you with Valentine's dinner.

✾ He is literally so sweet and so charming.

✾ Earving would take you out to a movie, and you guys would cuddle up together and share affection with each other.

✾ You guys would like to eat each other strawberries dipped in chocolate and some chocolate he bought for you, it would so cute.

Nsfw

✾ He would probably have passionate and gentle sex with you.

✾ Black Noir, would be into vanilla-type stuff, with you, treating you with love, affection, and care.

✾ You probably surprise him with black lingerie that matches his suit, like imagine surprising him and straddling his lap as you guys have a languid makeout session on the couch.

✾ He would def be soft with sharing a moment with you.

✾ Black Noir wouldn't have any kink just plain vanilla.

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My Soldier

n.o.t.e.s - back at it again without another one

w.a.r.n - penetration, creampies, biting, choking kink, mentions of alcohol, drug usage/abuse, dub-con to non-con, drugging.TW: HEROGASM

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Solider Boy x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.9k

H-E-R-O-G-A-S-M

The time when supes can go loose and fuck anyone and everything without any problems. Mostly every supe comes to this 'special' occasion to just fuck anyone. It was utterly stupid, you thought. It was the 80's, the fucking breeding place of probably most the STDs; it was stupid to you, made by the American superheroes, the strongest of all superheroes, the riser of the rising sun, freaking Soldier Boy.

The ironic part is that you, even here at this nudity scene, as you walked into the house not bothering to strip, just coming into the party just to be there, had better do with your time. You poured yourself a shot of Bourbon, dumping it into your system; the alcohol was going through your veins. Averting your eyes from the nasty scene before you.

Music was blaring in the house, the smell of sex was clogging your ventilation, and a nudity scene was everywhere you looked. You felt bad for the Sex workers that had to experience this mess; it was honestly disgusting.

In your plane of thought, you were interrupted. Feeling a hand touching your shoulder, " I didn't know you were even going to be here, Y/N," a masculine voice spoke; it made you angry how his voice was just like honey but addicted like a drug. Surprisingly he was fully clothed, and his body was standing over you. You took a breath, turning your body to Soldier Boy; he was just wearing his hero suit but without protective gear, no shield, and no helmet.

Just plain casual.

"Well, you thought wrong," you responded to him, as you cocked him a smile, giving him some eye contact.

"Glad to see that, your prissy bitch, you always were," Soldier boy snapped with his award-winning smile, flashing his white pearls. You refrained from responding to his insult with a negative comment.

"That's just my character" you took a swig of the alcoholic beverage, combing back your hair. The tension between you and Soldier boy was overwhelming, as you looked anywhere to go to or at least go away from certain supe.

You tried not to make eye contact with him, but everywhere else, even more...worse. As you took another deep sip, "Have nothing to say? Did the cat catch your cat" he gave you a smug smirk on his face. You just looked at him, biting your tongue; you came for a good time, not to be bullied by the strongest supe.

"Definitely not by your standards," you snapped back at his comment, flipping him off while walking away. You smile at the agitated look on his face before feeling and hearing a smack on the rear, looking back at the supe that yelled Sure."

You felt your eyebrows starting to twitch, you really hated him with passion, as you brushed the moment. Taking another sip trying to let lost in this shit hole. As you wander around the building, where you only caught the eye of the people literally fucking each other. You couldn't help but have your focus on the current girlfriend of Soldier boy, which was staring you down like you were fucking tickets to a Bon Jovi concert. It was getting awkward, especially since she was wearing a robe, knowing that she was probably naked underneath her.

Hell, it made you fucking uncomfortable.

It wasn't your fault, that her boyfriend flirted with every breathing woman in the world. Brushing your hair away from your head as you feel a bit bold, as you sturting towards her. You felt her uneasiness when you went to her, "Your that press that your little boyfriend is talking to me?" as you leaned your body turning your head towards her, "Excuse me?" she snapped, her face turning red just like her powers by the second, while you kept taunting her.

"You heard me crimson, let's just be honest, you can have him," you said, looking away then back at her.

"You really think you all that" she sneered harshly, biting her lip. "Well, I am, for your own boyfriend, trying to bed me" you winked at her, smirking at her.

You saw her eyebrows twitching as she felt agitated, "Chill, crimson it was just a joke" you got off the wall, and stop smiling at the now furious crimson.

"But take out that stick up your ass and have fun, it's Herogasm after all" you sent her a devious smirk as you walked away from red-headed, as took a swig of the whiskey. There was still annoying music blasting into your eardrums, as you brushed some of your hair strands. "You're looking pretty lonely, do you wanna have a good time" you looked at the masculine voice that was speaking to you, it was a random sex worker, fully naked wearing a collar, "Maybe later, honey" you gently grabbed his chin, and pressed your thumb on his lips, as you whispered to his ear, as you fluttered your lashes at him.

"Jeez, there are weird people at this party" you muttered to yourself. You sat at the bar section, placing the bottle on the counter, in your peripheral vision you saw a familiar supe, dreading the feeling of what gonna happen next.

"I'm surprised you still here" Soldier boy spoke, "-And I'm surprised that your not fucking random woman" you sneered, as you pour yourself a more alcoholic beverage, you drank it down, feeling a burning sensation down your throat as you groaned out.

"I guess we learning more about each other" as he took the bottle out of your hand and poured himself a drink, you snatched it back and poured it into your cup.

"Why the hell are you even talking to me?" you said, as you proper your head up on your elbow. "I would be quiet if I were you, I can't learn something about somebody anymore?" he spoke as he gulped down the liquid.

"I don't like liars, just tell me the truth" your words start to slur while continuing the conversation, you cocked your head slowly, it was only you drinking now, Solider boy just watched you as you drank more of the alcohol.

"I think your interesting, now that's the truth" he chuckled, you buried your face into your hands, as your body felt hot. Soldier boy kept pouring more of the booze into your cup, as you drank more that was poured into your cup, "So that it, right?" you murmured.

"S-so..y-you didn't think of fucking me at all" you breathed out.

While you said that you heard him laugh again, "You must be fucking drunk right now, Y/N" his name rolling off his tongue made you feel aroused and wet, as your nipples perked up, as your hand felt shakey as took the last gulp of the whiskey.

"Gosh" you put your face in your hands, as you got up from the stool, your vision was starting to become blurry by the second, you could barely even see what was going on as you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. "You need some rest, don't ya?" his voice mellowing your whole body.

As you felt your legs dragging against the floor, there were alarm bells ringing in your head,

Fight or Flight.

You couldn't even see where he was taking you, all you saw was just an empty room, feeling your body falling onto a soft mattress.

The sounds of your zipper down slowly, as you didn't say anything, it felt by the second your intimate parts were being slowly aroused. Your breathing was trembling as the realization of the coldness of the air, made you notice that you were bare to his gaze.

"your already wet, aren't you?" he looked at you

Your body was sprawled crossed the bed. The cold air hardened your nipples, small audible moan came out from your lips. Feeling something cold, the light powder being spread on your stomach, "Don't move, doll" he sent you a smirk, the pet name he gave you made even more arousal if you weren't all ready. Feeling his nose on your lower abdomen to your chest, the white substance being vacuumed away with his nose.

His pupils dilated from the powdery drug, "Now, that's it..Fuck!" he grunted, your blurry vision, you saw the bulge growing in his pant, between your legs.

As you heard the jiggling of a belt, he pulled your legs placed them on his shoulder, and positioned himself between your legs. Before you can even process what was happening, "W-wait" you were slowly cut off by him plunging himself inside you, his thick cock splitting you in two, just to adjust to his size.

"Fuck!" you yelled out, as his hips jackhammered into your folds, as several moans were released from your mouth, covering your mouth and muting the moans rolling out from your tongue. Solider boy lowers his lips to your ear, "Don't hide your moans, doll, just became my naught girl" he purred into your ear, as he rolled his hips into your pelvis.

Slightly having his hand pressing onto your neck, taking some oxygen from your head, feeling more delirious.

Spring up with breathy moans, as your back arched back. Wrapping your hand around his neck loosely, trying to secure yourself, while he thrust inside you."M-mmm..fuck!" you moaned out, your breast following the moveth of your bouncing body, as it bounced very thrust he made. While sharing hot-messy kisses with him, his tongue dominated yours, as you pulled away from him, sharing a string of saliva between your lips.

Panting out as he abused your cunt, "H-harder" you moaned as the rhythm of his thrust only got more aggressive by the second. "Shit" Solider boy panted out, flipping his hair away from his face. Feeling the crescendo of your climax, as you moaned out, coming on his cock, Your body felt limp, as you looked at him in a haze. "Be a good girl and flip over" he ordered, you oblige.

Your face was now covered by the pillow, muffling the sound coming from you, feeling your ass being raised up, positioning himself inside you once again, jackhammering inside you non-stop. More aggressive, the pain that simmered into pleasure turned into raw pain, as he kept abusing your body. Having your orgasming more time, as you moaned out.

Grabbing the bed sheet, he fucked you into them, and you were panting. "I-it's hurt" you whined, feeling your hair being pulled, arching your back awkwardly, "You better take it, I wonder how that little family of yours, would be able to handle something like me" he whispered into your ear, your eye widens to do what he information he said, tears was pricking to the corner of your eyelid, clenching on his cock, he kept going into you.

He released the bondage of your hair and forced your head to fall down onto the comfortable mattress, You helped but to produce more tears, not at the pain but at what would happen to you and your family.

You heard grunting from him, as your head was buried into the pillow, as you clutched onto the sheets for dear life. Hearing more grunts, before feeling hot liquid being spilled inside you, hearing a languid groan from him.

You whimpered into the sheets, as you panted out. Your body was dripping and sweating, your body collapsing onto the bed. Salty tears were being produced from your eyes, as your breath hitched.

Your hair stuck to your face, and drool was smeared on your face.

"Tired already" you heard Solider boy's voice, sending a chill down your body, he darkly chuckled at you. You were scared to make contact with him.

"We still got round 2"

Omfg, this gotta be my favorite part 😵💓💯

Mind Games

Part 3

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, 18+

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Alcohol use, cursing, violence, explicit sexual content, Soldier Boy being abusive towards his team

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not read if you’re under the age of 18! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Soldier Boy tag list? Send me an ask!

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So, yes, this is the story of how I wanted to give Soldier Boy a piece of my mind and ended up in his fucking trailer instead. To be honest, his trailer was pretty simple for Vought standards – at least for Vought standards how I imagined them. Then again, Soldier Boy did seem to be the practical type.

The two of us were sat at a table, a bottle of whiskey between us. Soldier Boy had taken off his gloves, giving me a good view of his large hands. I could see the veins on the backs, the callouses on the tips of his fingers. His fingernails were cut short, and remained clean despite doing fight scenes in the dirt all day.

“So… Did you enjoy my performance on Solid Gold?”, Soldier Boy asked cockily, lifting one of his enormous hands and snatching the bottle of whiskey from the table.

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Lmfao this is so canon 😭💯

Pov: Billy and Stu went to go kill Y/n

Honestly I’ve been laughing at this for a while. I was thinking about Billy Stu and Y/n got together after Billy and Stu went to go and try Y/n just to get beat up……They really tried

Mortality — ♱

#n.o.t.e.s `` Happy New Year, let's start this year off with a bang \\

# w.a.r.n `` Non-con/dub-con, overstimulating, creampie, squirting..., p in the v, penetration, Breeding kink...fingering...cunnilingus

#p.a.i.r.i.n.g `` homelander x fem!reader

#w.c. `` 2.3k

"John," Madelyn spoke out, calling him into her office. She was sitting by her desk, filled with Homelander plushies placed on the bookshelves room. Homelander entered the office, his hands folded behind his back, "You called for me?" he said.

"Well, since your packed schedule and my care for you, you would need an assistant, especially with everything you're doing being American superheroes," Madelyn spoke, placing her chin on her prop-up hand.

"I don't need a babysitter, Madelyn." he shut her down immediately at the thought of it.

"Well, John is not a babysitter if you act like it is," she said as she got up from her chair and walked towards the known superhero in her office.

She continue speaking, as Homelander kept his eyes her, not speaking as she started rubbing her hands on his bicep, "...But you know I would never think that you ever need one, but please at least do it for me, ....John" She gave him a reassuring smile.

"..Besides, she's gonna be here soon; it would let me down if you did have a tantrum now.." Madelyn sat back at her desk.

Homelander's eyebrows twitched to the passive remark that Madelyn said, "I do not throw tantrums-"

"Please, John, not right, no-" she was soon cut off by the sound of knocking

"Just in time, you can come in!" she yelled.

The door opened to attractive looking women wearing long sleeved white shirt with a brown tie enveloped on her body, adorned with extended brown pants accentuating her hourglass figure.

"Hello," you greeted Madelyn, as she gave you a smile back then to Homelander. You held your Ipad in your hand.

"Well, Homelander, this will be your new assistant, Y/N L/N; she'll be charged with your scheduling and social media," Madelyn signs off and turned to the agitated blonde man.

"Im so lucky to work with the one and only Homelander" you smiled at him.

It makes it better since I'm being helped by a beaut like yourself" he gave off his signature smile, the one you'll usually see on TV or when he's on camera.

"Since you guys have already met each other, I think Y/N you can go; I just need to talk to Homelander some more," Madelyn said, crossing her legs.

You nodded, before stepping out of the office. Closing the door, "I'm surprised you didn't hire someone. How do I say ugly." Homelander crossed his arms.

"Why would you think that John" Madelyn place her hand on her on her palm.

"Jealously, maybe," He states.

"Why would I ever be jealous of another random woman, John" the blonde had agitation in her voice.

"Sure" John ended the conversation, before walking out of the office, dismissing Madelyn.

John came out of the office to see you outside the office clicking away on your iPad. "Good morning, Homelander!" you piqued out.

"Hey Y/N" He shoots you with his signature smile.

"Oh yea, I was planning to update your account, you know to advertise your movie coming up," you tilted your head, smiling as you pressed the iPad to your chest, slightly pushing chest up.

"That sounds great," He said as his eyes flick between you and your chest.

"I really appreciate that Homelander!" you gave him one of your sweetest smiles; at that moment, Homelander didn't know, but it felt that piece of humanity inside him, his heart. That hurtful pang from inside, especially when you gave him that carefree smile. It felt like he actually felt something, looking at your face.

"Uh..yea," his face felt warm, maybe even hot. The first time he started stuttering over his words.

"Anything wrong?"

"No.."

"If you need me, I'll be in my office" you gave him another smile as you walked as he looked at you walking down the hallway, staring at your ass.

As you walked down the hallway to your office, you were busy on your iPad, planning for your plans on PR work for Homelander's brand. You adjusted your hair into a ponytail, before getting straight to work. You heard an opening door into your office. A familiar redhead came into the office, "Oh, hey Ashley." you said to her while you stared at your screen.

"Hey Y/N... I just want to congrats you on the promotion," she said, sitting down on one of the chairs infront of your desk. "Thanks!" You smiled at her looking up from your computer.

"Oh, I also got you some coffee while I was on the break," she slides it across to you.

"Thanks again, yeah, it's really something I wouldn't have thought that...Madelyn would do that, you know." you scratch the nape of your neck, "I totally get it" Ashley took a sip of her coffee.

"Oh yea, also Ashle-"

'DING' Ashley's ringtone went off, alerting her of some emails and text messages, "Oh Shit, sorry, I can't really talk right now" She got up quickly, "But I'll definitely meet you up at lunch" she said before picking up her calls.

"Alright..." You muttered, hearing the door close, leaving you in complete silence.

You went back to working on a draft of your project, hoping for some success in making Homelander's brand since the Stormfront, Nazi shit happened. It was a coincidence that Madelyn would hire Homelander as an assistant; it was the most challenging time of his fucking career. You knew Madelyn was out to get you, fucking hag.

Unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you through your office.

5 hours later

You were exhausted, your phone alarm went off, it was currently 10:30 pm, you looked outside of the window, it was dark since it was winter.

You turned off your computer and put it in it's case. You wore your coat, as you got ready to leave, wearing your scarf.

Opening the door, turning off the lights, and walking down the hallway to the elevator. You were busy texting Ashley on your phone.

"Ah-" you accidentally bumped into someone, you quickly looked up to see Homelander in front you.

You froze in fear.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," you apologized immediately, feeling your heart pounding against your ribcage.

"It's okay," Homelander said; you couldn't hide your red face away from him. He gave you odd looking smile. You backed away from him, grabbing your dropped items from the floor, fixing yourself up.

"Your going home?" Homelander said, "Yeah" you responded.

"It's been a busy workday, you know" you awkwardly laughed, "Uh..Bye" it was a little awkward after what happened just now; you just ran to the elevator, jamming the buttons down.

Soon as the elevator doors open, you went in. Praying tomorrow will be better and less awkward than today; the last thing you see the door closed is the brief sight of the American flag.

3 months later

You walked into the Vought Tower, holding your bag as you walked to the elevator. Heel clanked down on the marble flooring, flipping your hair back while you waited for the elevator coming down.

Becoming Homelander's assistant was improving, with the respect or maybe pity people give to you. Finally, the elevator door opens as you step inside the elevator. You pressed the elevator panel to the 79th floor, and soon the doors closed as you felt the elevator going up.

You took out your phone, looking at emails and some messages from Ashley and some of your co-workers. Scrolling through it most of it, you really didn't care about that.

'DING' The elevator doors opened up, and you walked down the hallway, walking straight to your office; grabbing your key, to your surprise it was already opened. You further opened it to see Homelander already in your office, sitting in your chair.

"Good morning, Y/N," the supe said, standing up from your chair and walking to you as you closed the door and put your coat onto the coat hanger.

"Good morning Homelander-" you responded to him, as you flipped your hair back.

"If I could ask, how did you enter here? It was locked from the outside-"

"Doesn't matter," Homelander cut you off; he was now standing right in front of you. He put his hands on your shoulder as he smoothed the material out. "You know, Y/N, you are such a good assistant; maybe even better than that... impressive,"

Everything in your body was screaming as he said that. You couldn't help but to looked around your office, "Homelander, I'm grateful for your kind words" You said without trying to sound scared. You took his hand off your shoulders, "But why are you here though, is anything wrong?" You questioned.

He cups your face as your eye looks intensely staring into your eyes, it understatement to say you were scared, you were terrified.

"Y/N...you know," Homelander gives a little chuckle to himself, then turns to look at you.

"You have always been in my mind, every single day, did you know that?," he spoke up. You were afraid, couldn't really move at all, but you couldn't help it but to be aroused by that Supe. It would be a understatement to say that Homelander wasn't attractive.

He brings his mouth to near your ear, whispering close to you, "You're wet," as he backs away from you.

Slipping his finger through your skirt to your panties, his fingers shortly played with your clit, his fingers sinking into your folds, lewd sounds coming from your mouth as you tried to covering your mouth. "You like that, don't you" he whispers into your ear before he makes brief eye contact with you.

"Nn-gah" you whine, bitting your lip.

He starts kissing your neck slowly down to your collarbone, as you felt his beady sky blue eyes on your body. His finger curling up into your pussy, you threw your head back, whining.

You felt dirty that you doing it, inside your office with American's golden boy, especially with being his assistant. You felt heat pooled to your lower abdomen, your face felt hot. Homelander's fingers going in faster into you, as your moans got louder and languid.

"That's right, don't hide your moans" He spoke out to you, as you squeeze your thighs between his arms, moaning out loudly to him. Your orgasm came into you, as you moan out loudly.

Your juices coming down from your legs, making a pool on your floor. Homelander took out his finger, as it was covered with your love juices. Your panting echoing the room, as he forced your fingers into your mouth, as you pressed down your mouth on to his finger, sucking them eagerly. The taste of you coating your whole mouth, you kept eye contact with your e/c eyes with his sky-blue eyes. As Homelander hoisted your waist up quickly slamming you onto your office desk.

He ripped your blouse with your f/c brassiere, and your boobs bounced as he pulled it. You turn your head away from him and bite your finger down, making yourself seductively. Your nipples hardened into the cool air. He started marking your chest. While he took off your skirts and panties. He dragged down his pants, revealing his red throbbing cock, the tip of his cock covered with precum. "Maybe I should make you my bitch, just for me to breed and have my children."

Grabbing your legs and laying them down on the side of his neck, you gripped his forearm tightly as he entered you, adjusting to his size.

As you roll your hips desperately for some friction, "P-lease.." you whispered, biting your lips. You looked utterly pathetic; your tights ripped, your blouse ripped into pieces, and your skirt was ripped, as your panties were probably with Homelander.

"You know, you look really pathetic right now," Homelander asserted to you, "..you should use your words, sweetheart," he cups your cheeks, "Come on, use your words, baby," he wooed.

"..P-please f-fuck me, make me your-" your glassy eyes looked at him, and as you held him before you could even continue, he plunged into you. Your boobs bounce up as he thrusts into you.

Your moans were chopped up as he rapidly rammed into you like a rabid rabbit; as he trusted up, you felt he was kissing up to your cervix. "Aah..N-ngh" whining out.

As you felt your orgasm coming,

"Fuck" he thrusted into faster as you felt some bruising up onto your pelvis; you felt him throbbing inside of you. Your eyes briefly saw white as liquid rushed out of you. Rutting homelander rutted inside you, feeling yourself seeing white. He kept jackhammering into your pussy, feeling bruising on your pelvis.

Your panting and moans are heard outside. "Fuck-"

As he thrust into you a few more times before rutting, feeling his hot liquid filling your womb. Panting can be heard throughout the office

"Not bad," Homelander said through his panting as he tucked his penis inside his boxer and pants, leaving you dripping covered in sweat, cum, bruises, and your ripped clothing. "Maybe, you can be used for something else, like my work bitch, ya definitely that." You didn't say anything, putting yourself up on your elbows to look at him as he was getting dressed.

"Meet at my penthouse at 10" Homelander looked at you as he fixed his pant.

"Wear something sexy, too" he tilted his head at you, giving you one of his charming smiles, making you wetter. You watched him exiting your office.

"Damn it," you slam your head softly onto your desk, covering your face in shame.

My prerogative 2

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

Part 2 of My Prerogative

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

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

w.c. - 1189

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Office management."

"PR"

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

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

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

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

"Y/N"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened to transculent?

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

"How do you know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She done shave the top of her head 💀😭♿

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Bro 💀

He’s one of us

"Christmas Magic"

n.o.t.e.s - Merry Christmas or Happy holidays!

w.a.r.n - Just fluff, and maybe a crackfic(?) and Homelander

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

w.c. - 1189

Christmas music was playing. You were cutting out a little piece of decorations cutting the pieces of white paper, and making a snowflake. You delicately handed the paper, humming to the music as it played out.

While Ryan was coloring the coloring paper with an assortment of crayons and colored pencils, as the picture of art resembled an ornament.

You took a break from cutting the triangle piece of paper in your hand as you looked at Ryan's piece of art he was working on. "That looks good!"

Ryan stopped working on his piece and looked at you, responding with a 'Thank you.' The tension between you was a bit awkward ever since what happened with his mom, Rebecca. In the end, he went with his dad. It was December 21st, and you were preparing for the holiday.

Homelander left off to do some 'superhero duties' which, to simplify, cause chaos and wreak havoc all over New York. Leaving you with Ryan. You were supposedly dating Homelander; you were trapped inside his suburban home, making you a hostage.

But you were still known to the public, interesting.

But hey, it was the holidays, and you didn't want him to know that his dad was a fucking kidnapper, you didn't want the burden to be on Ryan, so you tried to socialize with a 10-year-old boy. "So, what do you want for Christmas," you said, piquing up a conversation.

The boy was a bit awkward about responding to the question, "My mom back.." he responded to the question, his eyes watering, sniffly with his nose.

"Oh," The response made the tension between you guys awkward; "What would something you want for Christmas that you get to have with your hands" as you gently slapped the table you were on, trying to make the awkward tension into a happy moment.

"Uh, I don't know" he wiped his eyes with his sleeve as he started sniffly.

"Well, do you know what I always wanted for Christmas when I was your age?" you said, looking at him with excitement.

"What did you want?" the conversation piquing his attention.

"A 1998 holiday barbie, but my parent never got it for me," you spoke to him, smiling at him.

"Im sorry for that," Ryan said, "It's okay, but now I told you what I want. Can you tell me what you want for Christmas?" giving him a reassuring smile.

"Maybe....a lego set?" he responds

"Which kind?" you questioned, his eyes brightening up that you were invested in his wish.

"A Star Wars mega galaxy set!" he smiled after completing his response.

"That sounds Awesome!" you smile at him.

"I guess so," he smiled back, his voice becoming excited with the content. "So, have you ever gotten to experience a snow day?"

"A snow day?" he stared at you, confused and full of admiration for the idea.

"Yeah, it's when you have snowball fights, make snowmen, and have no school. It's pretty fun, too." you put your hands up, dramatizing the whole ordeal.

You continue cutting up and snowflake, "-And you get to catch a snowflake on your tongue" you open up the triangle piece of paper, showing the paper snowflake to Ryan.

"Woah, that sounds cool" Ryan had a big smile.

"It is!" placing down the paper snowflake.

You responded to him, leaving the room with quiet tension. You couldn't lie, but you are fond of this kid, even though he's the son of a narcissistic weirdo.

"So, make some Gingerbread men; they are really good, and you can decorate them!" you suggested.

"Yeah!" Ryan smiled at the idea and got up off his chair, and you both went into the kitchen.

45 MINS LATER

The smell of gingerbread men's cookies spread throughout the house as the timer rang out to mention the cookies were ready. You wore mittens, taking the hot tray out of the oven.

As you pour the colored frosting into the pipping bag, you remove the cookie's decoration from the cabinets as you let the cookie rest and become cooler to eat.

"Ryan! the cookies are ready!" You yelled out for him since the cookie was ready.

The boy came running into the kitchen, smiling with joy, as we stood next to you looking at the cookie on the tray, "Be careful. It's still hot!" you warned him.

Giving him one of the piping bags to decorate the cookies, he held the bags and started decorating the cookie, making gingerbread men scraps and clothing with the sweet frosting.

"That is some good-looking gingerbread man" you smiled at him, complementing his artistic ability.

You heard the door opening and familiar footsteps coming into the house, "-And maybe we have some hot chocolate as well," you patted Ryan's shoulders.

You walked out of the kitchen to where your kidnapper, Homelander, stood near the door; you decided to butter him up so he might be lenient with you leaving the house or giving you some time outside.

It made you feel like a prisoner, but due to the holly season, you didn't want to crush it. "Welcome home, Homelander" you gave him a small smile.

"Well, someone is excited" he respond back with a smile, his sharp canines showing giving you a bit of a fear shock.

"Yeah, well, Ryan and I are just making some gingerbread cookies for, you know, the Christmas occasion." leading him into the spacious kitchen where Ryan was decorating the tray of cookies.

As soon as Ryan saw his dad, he placed the cookies and the pipping bag on the counter, running to him to hug him as Homelander reciprocated.

You couldn't lie, but the moment was cute, even with the situation you were in.

"Woah! Ryan, those look delicious!"

"Thanks!" he broke away from the hug, coming toward the counter with the cookies.

"Let's eat these" you took the once hot tray with your hands as you walked to the table, placing them down on the round table.

As Homelander and Ryan went to the table and sat down, you went back to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for you and Ryan, while you poured a glass of milk for Homelander.

Grabbing the beverages with your hands, and walked to the round table once again and placed them on the table, as Homelander gave you a 'Thank you' as he smiled at you, making you a little uncomfortable.

Walking to the seat next to Ryan, "So..Ryan, how was Y/N!" Homelander broke the silence.

"It was super fun" Ryan responded with a huge smile, as Ryan continued with his response, the Christmas music blared into your ears.

The only thing that you last heard was Homelander saying "-Kinda like a family" he stared at you, smiling at you with his sharp canines showing.

'-And Heaven and nature sing, and Heaven and nature sing...'

the Christmas music blaring into your ears as the voice blocked out.

'Holy Shit, he's really got you in the palm of your hands' you started to grip the table as you started hyperventilating, staring back at him.

'...and Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing......'

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My prerogative

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

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

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

w.c. - 1637

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

Today was an especially hard day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He walked in with his hand behind his back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Just my day..' you mumbled out

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

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

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

30 MINUTES LATER

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

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

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

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

"No," you responded to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hello, brain is rotting because of him.

LMFAO 😭😭

rewatching some clips from the boys recently, uni projects are starting to bite me in the ass a lil bit but at least i can make the silliest comics literally how that interaction went

Please i need the fic of homelander asking "would you love me if I was a worm"

"C'mon," Homelander encourages, rolling his hand in an impatient, urging motion. He's smiling, but you can see the slight edge to it. "Just say it, and we can move on." "This is very silly," you say, arms crossed, fighting back a smile. "Yeah! Yeah, of course it is. It's a silly, stupid little question," he agrees, albeit a little too intensely. His smile borders on uncomfortably wide. "So just... answer it."

He isn't going to let this go. Your playful avoidance has morphed the initially harmless little joke into something more severe. He's tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. His smile has grown a touch unnerving now, not at all reaching his eyes. You're going to have to answer the question.

Hauling yourself up from your own seat, you make your way over to Homelander. You bend down to balance your hands on the arm rests of his chair, meeting his eye level. "I would make sure your enclosure was always a humid 70, you'd have the finest soil, and only the freshest compost," you say, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "You would be the most loved little worm there ever was."

When you draw back, Homelander's expression has become sly, like the proverbial cat that got the canary. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you down into his lap, nuzzling at your neck just to savor the way it makes you wriggle. "Theeere, was that so hard?"

Laughing, you twist to face him. "Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"

"Oh, absolutely not," he says, immediately feigning profound disgust, using his tongue to make a revolted noise afterwards. "Can't stand worms."

You give an outraged laugh, smacking him right in his thickly padded chest. "After all that? You asshole." He grins, holding you tight. "Relax, babe. You wouldn't know any better. You'd be a worm."

You should have said you'd feed him to the fish in Deep's aquarium.

Percy Jackson and the record of Ragnarok crossover

A part of a draft

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Screams echoed in the caves; thump!

The impact was heard from miles away, the dust spreading out of the caves as the body fell to the floor. With the sound of 2 half-bloods and a satyr falling down a mystical cave. The first to wake up from this predicament was the daughter of Athena, Annabeth. Opened her eyes up to the cave, looking everywhere. Her coughs echoed the empty cave; her clothes were covered in the brown dust staining her camp shirt.

"Where the hell are we?" she muttered

Looked over at her unconscious friends, stained with dust and dirt. As she touched her head and got up, her legs were wobbly and tired from impact, as her leg gave away and fell, then crawled over to her friends, shaking them out. It was obvious that Grover's fake human legs went somewhere else.

Nothing.

She only remembered fighting one of the chimeras with Percy and Grover, then snapped out her thoughts with a scream, throwing her head over to the scream from Grover.

Quickly covering his mouth. "Will you stop shouting" with the aggravated Annabeth? Suddenly the satyr stopped screaming; she took her hand away from his mouth,

She didn't more of her problem racking besides having a now anxious and scared Grover shuddering. "So, you don't know where we are." "Duh! We need to get out of this place quickly."

"We need you to wake up, Percy!" she pointed to his unconscious body, brushing her hair away.

"So please help me wake him up!" with now, the still shuddering satyr shaking the black-haired half-blood-"Come on, Percy!! Wake up," the scared satyr clearly violently shaking the boy, "Please, wake up," shaking him more.

"I know that Percy is a heavy sleeper, but I didn't know he was this difficult!" Annabeth complained, placing her elbow on her thigh in a criss-cross position. "Blue Cookies," the sleeping Percy whispered, "Huh?!" Annabeth and Grover yelled, "I-i can't believe he is thinking of cookies in this situation!" Grover mumbled, munching on a tin can.

"Wait, cookies-did Percy pack cookies in his backpack?" throwing her head back and looking at Grover in awe and hurrying, searching through his backpack.

"Found it!" holding up a Ziploc bag of the blue cookies, her eyes were filled with stars. Walking to Percy, where his body sprawled out due to Grover shaking, Annabeth takes out one of the blue cookies and puts it under his nose; her plan is a success!

Soon the black-haired boy sea green eyes flutter open awake, and immediately grabbed the cookie out of her hand, devouring it. "Oh, hey Anne-," snapping himself at mid-sentence and looked at their surroundings. "Where are we?"

"Don't call me that," she declared, pointing at him accusingly. "-and Grover and I don't know what this place is!" she said, crossing her arms with a piss-off expression. Soon the sound of footsteps echoed in the cave.

With now the quick-thinking daughter of Athena, quickly getting her Yankees baseball cap and dagger with the same response of Percy uncapping his ballpoint pen and turning into the grand celestial sword, Riptide. With the satyr standing up behind the armed half-bloods.

"Whose there?" the yelling male half-Blood placing his posture up in a stance. The footsteps walking towards them as they got louder, as they stood ready to defend themselves from the stranger's surroundings.

As they were ready to pounce at the assumed attacker, they were welcomed by a soft smiling goddess walking in with her godly aura calming them, "Woah, there, let's put down those weapons" surprised by the weapons pointed to you.

Your words and your peaceful demeanor changed their whole suspicious, hesitating weapons downs, except for the blinded-haired girl, with her dagger in hand, "Who are you?" She spat out you.

Your eyes analyzed as they looked like mortals but radiate some godly aura, as you piqued interest in the topic, "No need to be some snappy, little girl, but well, I'm supposed we're in the matter, I'm (Y/N), how about yours?" As a smile cracked your tinted lips.

"I'm Annabeth Chase," the girl announced confidently, still having her dagger in hand, as her head snapped back to her companion's symbolic them to introduce themselves, "Oh-I'm Percy Jackson" the black-haired boy raised his voice, failing to hide the hesitation in his voice bumping his shoulder motioning the dazed satyr.

"A-and I'm Grover Underwood!"

"Interesting.." You mumble out, placing your hand under your chin and pondered about the weird aura pulsing out of them you were thinking of the satyr with the obvious sight of his goat body.

"So, what are-what exactly are you guys?" pointing at them.

"We-" Percy spoke out but stopped looking at his friend to see if it was safe to say, Annabeth and the driver gave him a nod to the question, "We are half-bloods" he declared in confidence, pointing at his chest.

"Woah, wait really!" You exclaimed, "-I haven't seen one in years!" You clapped in excitement.

"Wait what?" Annabeth blurted out, "How can that be, we didn't visit mount Olympus that long ago"

"You visited mount Olympus, how?" stepping closer to the group, "I mean I would have thought that you guys would look a lot bit godly than this, like weak mortals" you clamored.

"Hey!" Percy yelled, "Don't underestimate us, we recovered Zeus's light bolt"

"Woah, you guys did all that, I never knew he lost that thing, holy!"

"Huh?!" they all gasped together, "So you guys never heard of that at all?!"

"Of course not, if I didn't would tell you silly!" you smiled. "Anyways while we're on the topic of who your guy's parents are, I'm curious to know"

"Well, I'm a daughter of Athena" Annabeth announced, "-And I'm the son of poseidon"

"Wait, what? I never knew Poseidon had a child like you; I would've never known; you guys do look different" you grasp Percy's face and look in his eyes, ", especially with those eyes; his own eyes are so cold and so mean."

"Hey, back away from him" she swung her dagger as you dodged the attack back, "Woah, I wasn't trying to make a move on your boyfriend," putting your hands up.

Annabeth sheathed her dagger and crossed her arm, trying to hide the blush spreading through her face, "Anyways, we should get out of this gloomy cave!" you offered

"Why should we trust you?" Percy blurted out.

"-Would you rather stay in this desolated cave?" It seemed perfect timing when they heard a loud roar from the cave's depths.

"Definitely somewhere else," Grover squeaked as the group nodded their heads to the answer.

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The whole group came into the new surroundings, "Woah, where are we?" Grover said in awe. The surrounding was beautiful, from the lush green tree to the bountiful flowers.

"Mount Olympus looks definitely a bit different," Percy commented

"Oh silly boy, we're in Vahalla!"

"Wait, like Vahalla, the one in Norse mythology?" Annabeth squeaked, bewildered.

"Mhm!" you glance at her, "You sure are Athena's kid."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Annabeth yelled.

� "I know there's something going on." � � � �

n.o.t.e.s - Uh, sorry but not posting?

w.c -

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Ajax x Reader

w.a.r.n - cheating, angst with no fluff, alcohol usage, RAGE, cursing, and maybe some dark content

As the light was off, you were lying on your share bed underneath the fluffy covers, looking at the ceiling, waiting for him to come home; it was past midnight, and the bed was still cold.

The crackling of the fire fills your hearing; the midst of the night was the only thing showing through your window as the sharp moonlight pierced through window.

Tossing and turning into your bed, not feeling the warmth of your darling, Childe. You know his work was stressful being a fatui harbinger, but it wasn't one of his vacations; sure, you understand that he didn't want to be cooped up with you, but it was a bit odd of him not sharing affection with you.

But you couldn't help but flip to your right, where he was to be, probably out with his friend, Zhongli, you noted.

But you have always thought that on the outside, at least, he didn't think of the one to party at least. Drink though? You didn't want to be that girlfriend; who would think of his boyfriend cheating? That's something you didn't want to admit or think of.

"But what if-"

"CREAKK-" the sound of the door creaking open, interrupting your thinking as you glance at the figure coming in. The silhouette of your beloved Childe standing inside the room; the wretched smell of alcohol swamped your sense of smell; taking another look at him, you quickly pressed your eyes closed.

The smell of alcohol getting closer, almost suffocating, you felt him looking at you, hovering over you; it felt as if he was standing there forever. Soon the feeling was over; you were pressing your eyes shut, taking a peek out to see your ginger boyfriend, the moonlight glaring at him, maybe if it was your tired eyes, but you couldn't help but see red marks like lipstick marks littering over his skin.

You just dismissed your thoughts; maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you; there's no way that it can be factual or accurate, as you tried rolling onto your side, denying the evidence that could support it, failing to realize salty tears rolling down your cheek.

But over time, those thoughts started to plague your mind, everytime you tried to think of something else, that memory will pop up, like its a curse.

Oddly enough, it seems like it was happening like a timeline, the time you talk to Childe or even saw his face decrease, sometimes you would try your best to strike up a conversation with him, and he's just dismissed you abruptly. He promises to be home on time for dinner but doesn't even make it; maybe over time, you just stopped believing those little white lies through the relationship.

It was just you sitting at the dinner table, staring at the chair he was supposed to be in, and the food becoming quickly cold.

..It was becoming frustrating, slamming your fist on the table and rattling it as you got out of your seat.

Your relationship with Childe was cracking. If I had to be admitted, it would be now.

Your suspicions were rising, the times you got stood up were adding, every time he would apologize by buying you gifts, but those gifts couldn't ever really fill what you really wanted.

As we spoke, you were venting to your best friend, Thoma; he was a good listener, always hearing you out. He was caring and was there for you in your times of doubt.

He was your best friend from childhood, it was obvious that he was angry for someone playing with your feeling, and he was there for me and would be your shoulder to cry on.

Anyone would notice that he wanted to replace your boyfriend, Childe.

Looking out the window, It was obvious that you were stupid. You hadn't confronted him at all.

Today would be the day you couldn't put this facade up.

You were apprehensive needless to say about the decision you made but it was for the better for you, Thoma would always say to you.

But when you came back, It was ironic that all the days he was busy, today was the day he wasn't off doing something stupid. It was safe to say you were scared about it and maybe had some time that you almost backed out from doing it.

As you walked into his office, he noticed your presence as you walked into the room, "Goodmorning babe" he uttered, you didn't reply to him, you just sat down at his desk, "Did something happen?"

"You know what happened, don't play stupid," you yelled, snapping at him; you were tired of him obliviously not knowing what he did, the false promises he made to you, and cherry on top, what happened the day before when his body was littering with lipsticks prints and marks on his body, you weren't stupid that those marks were won over a fight.

"Is this about me missing out on our date? If it is, I'm sorry about that, sweetheart" he tried to reach for your hand, but you pulled away and looked at him in a fury. "Who was it?" you said

"What do you mean, Y/N."

"Don't play dumb; who was the whore you were sleeping with, Childe."

It finally hit him, you were never sleeping on the day he came back home; you were awake and saw it and everything else.

"So..WHO THE FUCK IS IT, CHILDE" you stood and yelled at him. He didn't even look at you or respond to you.

"Your quiet now, huh? You thought your little affair would pass me; you think I'm a FUCKING DUMBASS."

"I'm not going to be yelled at in my own house," he uttered.

"Fine, then im fucking leaving," you yelled and stomped off, grabbing a suitcase, grabbing some of your essential clothes and items.

"Where are you going" Childe came into your shared bedroom, "Leaving this place since you think fucking any woman is okay when you're in FUCKING RELATIONSHIP" you threw one of his gifts at him and packed more of your stuff.

As you tried to close off your suitcase, Childe's hands were pressed to the top of the suitcase, and he grabbed your wrist with his other hand, "Are you insane."

"Listen, Y/N, I'm sorry I didn't mean it."

"You didn't mean it? So you magically accidentally fucked them, that's what you telling me right now?" you tried to take his grasp off your wrist.

"I can't live without you, Y/N."

"You should think of the thought of that when you did that" you snatched your hand away, grabbed your suitcase, walked to the door, and opened it before the door was slammed shut with his hand.

"What the hell, Childe."

"You can't."

"I can't what? Be independent and have a life without you."

"You don't know, you need me, Y/n, you need me."

"I don't need you for shit, damnit, take your hand off."

He grabbed you by your wrist and pinned you by the wall, "Are you crazy, Childe."

"You can't leave me, sweetie" I need you" as he stroked your face

"Are you fucking d-" you were cut off before his sword was pressed near your neck,

"If I can't have you, then nobody can."

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟!𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟!𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | genshit impact

cw: none, unedited pairings: zhongli x reader im desperately looking for mutuals pls

your students definitely noticed the chemistry between you and their liyue history teacher. you're a best-selling author for various historical romance books and you are also a liyue literature teacher.

your students of course noticed your relationship with your lover. they never knew that the two of you were married. you had his last name, but you always told your students to address you by your first name, and the school email you use to message students didn't have zhongli's last name to avoid confusion.

many students also spotted you and Zhongli eating together in a cafe not too far from the campus. of course, the said cafe's owner was one of your student's father. wanmin cafe—it was originally a restaurant, but the cafe was just another branch of the restaurant because it was successful.

"i swear i saw them in my father's cafe!" xiangling exclaimed to her group of friends. they didn't doubt her; they were just confused. professor zhongli? and you? so the rumors were true.

"i find that quite adorable, and not to mention professor y/n is a well-known author whose books specialize in romance."

"and then there's professor zhongli...who happens to know everything. that's kind of creepy, xingqiu..."

xiangling shook her head once more. "we really shouldn't snoop into their business like this."

"snoop into their business? they're acting all lovey-dovey! they're worse than those nadia and vlad finance majors."

"the fatui members?"

chongyun nodded his head. "i think ive also seen pictures of professor y/n on professor zhongli's desk..."

"no way!" the chef exclaimed.

there are also times when the students notice you and zhongli sitting together in the library studying or fixing your lesson plans. zhongli just wanted to keep you company. he also adored the fact that you wanted to romanticize libraries.

many students could mistake you two for being seniors because both of you look so young. many students also envy the romance and chemistry both you and your lover shared—a workplace romance! and not to mention a teacher x teacher troupe is charismatic and charming.

"what are you doing?" zhongli asked you as he sat on the desk.

"writing lesson plans and marking the chapters my students need to read."

"rex incognito," he analyzed the book you were scanning through. "it's a classic, i know quite a lot of it."

you nodded at him. "i feel really bad making them read all these chapters by the next week."

"it's the class they chose, and I'm sure they don't mind because they wouldn't major in literature if they detested it."

he did have a point. little do you know, one of your student's jaw dropped when he saw you and zhongli in such close proximity to each other. he was supposed to drop off his books.

"my, my. someone's nosy," the librarian chuckled at xingqiu.

"sorry," he cleared his throat.

"they're quite the pair, aren't they?" lisa scanned the books and placed them on the cart gently.

"yes, they are."

"i bet you didn't know, but they're married," she grinned at his disbelieved expression.

"what!? they don't share the same last name..."

the librarian shook her head and pushed the cart to return the borrowed books. "they do, it's only different in their emails to avoid confusion."

xingqiu blinked once then blinked again. 'i was right!! we were right..!'

"if you need to check out books just call for me."

so it was safe to assume that the students were shocked to find out the two of you were married. they knew it! they did, but they still couldn't believe it. it was a cliche really because you were an english teacher and he was a history teacher. the stereotypes did prove them right.

Chapter one | the prince's comfort

Chapter pairings: Kaeya x f! reader

Series synopsis: Born and bred to be empress, your clan has sent many women to the royal court but never the most coveted position out of them all. Thanks to your schematic family, the moment you came to this world was when the first empress has been rid of, presenting the fate of a mere newborn. Try to adjust to your life in the throne as your heart is shaken by the men who came to your life, one after another. Either as a passerby, a lesson or perhaps true love.

Chapter synopsis: One night where you're left all alone to yourself, an unexpected guest welcomes himself to your life...and to your bed.

Tags: smut | forbidden love | first time | virginity loss | slight angst

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What you said years ago may be forgotten as time flies, children grow, people change and so do their dreams. You look out the window in your wedding dress; everyone around you gushed and congratulated you on your new life but the receiver didn’t seem to be an enthusiastic bride. 

The main path from Mondstadt gate to the cathedral was protected with an elemental barrier, behind those are joyous people who wave cloths, flowers, or simply their hands to welcome the new empress of the Teyvatian empire. The holy kingdom prepared grandiose decorations across their roofs, the sky, and especially the inside of the grand cathedral which took the sisters' breaths away. 

All of these are to welcome the wedding of Emperor Pierro and the Empress (y/n) (l/n). There was a rumor about how her family went through extreme means to get her the position and it almost cost her the throne but the clever people from her house dissipated the rumor like smoke.

The shouts got louder and the Favonius knights became alert; all eyes focused on the carriage that stopped in front of the gate. The door opens before you know it, one step of your bejeweled shoe and the reveal of the hem of your white gown; the journalists soon scramble to take photos and describe your style, a race on who gets to publish an article first. 

You grab the extended hand of your family's most loyal man, stepping out of the carriage with his help. Itto smiled brightly at you, one that always made you feel at ease as you're entering a foreign country on your first official visit. He was always the one who stuck by your side even if you used to be mean to him, following you like a puppy since you were kids. Sadly, the connection between you and him had to be severed inside the palace. 

You beam at him slightly, nothing like the gratitude you feel inside for him since you had to be careful with your appearance, people like to nitpick anything they see. "Goodluck." he whispers, and you nod poker-faced before lifting your chin to walk to the cathedral. 

It was exhausting, paired with the sun that scorched you throughout the long walk yet you can't move an inch of a complaint as your entourage of ladies are as stiff as stone. As soon as you reached the large doors, the knights don't immediately open them per instruction; “wait for her attendants to finish fixing the gown, hair, makeup, and when the attendants come back to their places, open the door wide for the new empress.”  

The grand sight of the cathedral welcomes you with its glorious stained glass, sparkling chandeliers, and sunray spotlights while the heads of the guest turn to you. You walk slowly and confidently, passing without a glance at any of the seats until you see the two members of the Imperial family at your right. The emperor at the front and the blue-haired prince at his back; you glance at Pierro's features, and are once again reminded that you and him have a large age gap. He's dashing for his age at least; besides you're not marrying for love, you marry for power. 

He offers you his hand and you take it, placing your soft skin against his rough and calloused palm. His hand was large as it covers your own for warmth, an action that eased you a bit. The organ resounds as the emperor and his new empress walk together to the altar, side by side, hand in hand to be blessed by the heavens.

After the wedding, the bride must be pampered to prepare herself for her night duties. Like how your hair was brushed by the servants, the tufts of light makeup on your face, your shoulder bare from the innocent yet provoking nightgown. The hands on you then stop when everyone hears a knock. "Come in" you command, and a shaking maid unable to meet your eyes stutters her announcement. 

"Word-word came from the emperor's palace. The emperor has f...forgone the first night. He said that the empress may retire for the night as she is exhausted from the long journey to the palace." 

Silence. Then the brush falls on the floor and the maid assigned to it screams her apologies. You don't what to feel about it but you were taught to decode the meaning behind one's actions. Were they already telling you your place in the palace? That you're just a young, naive, second empress? Does it mean he doesn't want an heir from you? Did he swear to never touch another woman after his wife died? you scoff—preposterous. Your left eye twitches as you grip the thin material of the nightgown too hard, your sharp manicured nails tearing a little hole in the lace. Oh how you wanted to rip it all apart.

"Everyone leave" One word from you and they all bow synchronized, leaving the tools at your vanity still arranged. You stand up and look at the window, gazing at the waning moon that's supposed to represent you. The moon of the empire. And it's getting smaller day by day just like the happiness dwindling out of you; to think that the palace would transform you into such a state…it’s frightening. You're so far away from home, far away from everyone and everything you knew and suddenly you're thrown into the den of wolves. With no one around you.

The lady that your family raised never cries, and is never vulnerable. She only shows her weakness that's made up and uses tears for the effect of capturing hearts. Unexpected it was that real tears dripped down from your eyes and onto your cheeks, and more unexpected it was that an intruder came to your palace late at night. 

"Oh my. Why is the empress crying on her wedding day?" A playful voice rang from below and you wiped your tears fast, looking down on your balcony and seeing the blue-haired prince smirking. You squinted your eyes, putting up a cold defense as you're reading his face. Mocking? Was he mocking you? Maybe he already knew what happened, word travels fast in the palace. 

"Prince Kaeya. Isn't my residence off limits without any permission to enter aside from the emperor? I'm afraid I haven't received news of your visitation." You say as a matter of fact and he froze, a fake reaction that made your blood boil. 

"Oh? Sorry about that. I was used to playing around my home, ‘forgot someone is now occupying this place.” His gaze turned a bit serious at you. He subtly mentioned his mother, the first empress, being the constant reminder that you were foreign to the palace. Kaeya could be harboring ill feelings towards you and your family, for taking away his mother, and his father’s affection. What a kid. You have to set your position right since you can't keep being treated like this. 

"Your mother is no longer here. As for that rumor…I’m afraid it has nothing to do with me." And at that, his smile fades on your effective provocation. "I'm the new empress now. Learn to respect me and stop dwelling on the past." 

Kaeya nods as if taking your words seriously. He doesn't talk for a minute and you decided to retreat to your room until he states his reason for visiting to prevent you from going back.

"I don’t believe in rumors that happened years ago so no need to go down that path. I just wanted to comfort you." And you turn to him in a whirl, expression floored as he has the utmost satisfaction of seeing your face looking amusing. Comfort? What comfort? 

"Come on empress, I'm just a bit older than you. We should be friends don't you think?" His age doesn't match his actions.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” “I don’t think so.” Kaeya shrugs. 

"Don't get cocky now. You aren't even the crown prince yet." You retort and he rolls his eyes. “Why does everything have to be connected to the throne?.” He huffs a sigh testing your temperament.

“I always hear those nags about being the crown prince, thought you would be different. But I can't blame you after all...the palace is a dangerous place to live.” And he leaves before bowing down like a cherry topping from the disrespect he showed you tonight.

"I know that. But I'm not going to end up like your mother." You reply to yourself, watching his back getting smaller from your balcony.

After that incident, you tightened the security of your residence to prevent that prince from coming again. Yet it’s proven to be useless as Kaeya is persistent when he always manages to find you in the palace and greets you with a “Good morning empress”, kissing the back of your palm as you look down on him in disgust. He always sits on your afternoon tea uninvited, this time is not an exception. But you were left alone so you stood up, head twisting to look if anyone was around.

“You’ll break your neck if you keep doing that.” He casually drops, placing tea for himself and downing it right away, lacking the proper etiquette. You’re starting to question if he’s really the prince.

“You’d probably like that don’t you?” You sit down and snap, and Kaeya had to hide his little smile in the teacup. He’s feeling it, you’re responding and warming up to him. He calls for a servant and wine, a glass for him placed on the tablecloth as the dark liquor flows.  

“I don’t like breaking necks but I like breaking backs.” He casually says while sipping, and you suddenly slam your teacup too loudly that it clangs. Kaeya who’s surprised by your actions thought you knew the innuendo behind it, but once again you never fail to disappoint him. 

“How can a prince be so violent?” And he burst laughing, his tummy hurting from the childlike innocence and your expression that’s done with him. What was so funny? You feel suddenly conscious about what you said. Did you interpret it the wrong way?

“Are you drunk?” 

Kaeya wipes the water from his eyes while you roll yours in exasperation. “I am not drunk nor violent like what you think. If you go out on the streets then you’d understand what I’m trying to say.” “I’m not that free to wander around in the streets. And I don’t like the messy and noisy environments.”  

He nods, pouring you a cup of tea when he saw it’s empty. All of a sudden he had good etiquette. “What a good laugh. If you weren’t off limits, you’d certainly be by my side…” 

Then he trails off, realizing he had a slip of the tongue and feared what face would you make. He has a knack for ruining things, didn’t he? Blue eyes slowly look at you, a side glance to see what would you feel about what he just said. 

Kaeya thought you would feel disgusted about him having that kind of thoughts about you, but when he saw your face…It sparked a little hope in him that was too bright. He didn’t know if he should pursue it or leave it alone. 

Your lips were curved, eyes blinking at him, mouth agape, and to him, you look flustered; just like the women he entraps with his flattery. “What did you say?” You croak, this was the first time your voice ever broke since you were a child. The empress can’t be vulnerable or show her feelings, that’s what you’ve been taught and drilled into your mind, it’s a very hard ideal to take out. But certain situations continuously show someone your inner feelings. The slight thump you felt in your heart was dangerous, it made you unable to speak and think properly. 

“Empress-“ 

“This is highly inappropriate.” 

“I was just joking!” “I think I need to go now. It’s not a nice joke.” 

You stand up scared from your inner turmoil, you’ve never been taught how to handle awkward scenarios. And so, you turn away with one last glance at Kaeya, and you run to the comfort of your four walls. You feel insane, you can’t think about what he said earlier. Verifying and demanding answers should be first but you’re just here thinking about the deeper meaning of what he said. You don’t think you can approach him again. 

He’s the emperor’s son for goodness sake! Your husband’s son! It’s a sin to be thinking about him like that, but he sinned first! You’re not in the wrong. It’s his fault, you should stay away from him and listen to your rational mind, reassess the situation —*knock*—you stop pacing around the room and suddenly fear the door. Instead of telling them to come in, you grab the door harshly to reveal the maid who was shocked at your appearance. Your mood went down as if expecting someone else. 

“What is it?” “Your Majesty. His Highness, Prince Kaeya requests for approval of visitation.” Your eyes slightly widen but you keep it together, preventing the maid from seeing any reaction. “When?” “Right now. He’s with the front guards.” You swallow and nod, thinking of his reason for visitation. He usually barges in but now he has the thought of following protocol. “Let him in. Lead him to the drawing room.”

He makes you so confused and stressed, earlier you just said to keep your distance from him but you can’t bear the thought of turning him away. You stare at yourself in the mirror, examining yourself if you look good enough, flattening and smoothing stray hairs, grabbing your favorite perfume, and glaring at it. Who wears perfume to sleep? You place it back down, and you stop at your indecent attire. Should you change to a more appropriate dress? Your mind was going back and forth, whether should you follow the right path or stray from it; until the overthinking ate you up with no time left to change as a knock resounds on the other side of the door. 

“Come in” 

The maid bows at the side, announcing Kaeya who’s looking at you with an unreadable expression. “No one shall come near my chambers. You may go now.” No questions asked the maid departs with a bow to the both of you. Shy gazes and an uncomfortable silence ensue as you make way for Kaeya and he enters timidly. 

“I’ll get you tea. I have no liquor inside my room.” You walk away yet he pulls on your coverup, exposing a bit of skin on your shoulder that scandalizes you. “Prince! What are you-“ Kaeya’s blue eyes linger on the bare skin, who knows what’s on his mind? You try to read his expression; his predatory gaze, his lips ajar, and his grip on your nightgown crumpled, all those details tell you what he wants. Your brows furrow in frustration from being able to read his actions. And so, you snap him out of his trance, putting back the cover on your shoulder. “What’s your excuse this time?” 

He clears his throat. “I wanted to apologize the other day. You ran off so suddenly so I must have shocked you. It was inappropriate of me to say that-” 

“It’s alright, I’m sure it was just a little mistake.” Your cold voice pierced through the air, cutting off his words. He nodded, looking down before staring at you darkly, it made you uneasy. 

“If you don’t have anything to say, you can go now.” “I have something to say. I still haven’t apologized properly.” 

Kaeya grabs your fingers lightly, looking down at them before speaking his mind. “I’m sorry for the other day but I wasn’t lying. And I can’t forget about it…” He says, forcing you to a corner as your mind goes haywire on what he’s trying to get to you. The answer was dangling in front of yet you refuse to look into it, afraid of what it will do to you. Yet that danger seemed to be exciting, thrilling, captivating; a trap for anyone who dives into it, and you, are a mere human who fell in.

“What are you trying to say?” A scared hush comes from your lips, fearing for the knowing response that comes next. It makes you squirm, makes your head spin, just as you find yourself anticipating his words. 

 “Just one time. A one-time thing. Please give me a chance.” Kaeya hopes he gets his message across to you, the overgrowing need for something forbidden was too strong. And it does get to you, but you needed one last confirmation from him that he’s ready to do this. 

“I think you’ve gone insane. Do you even know what you’re saying?” you ask, suspicious he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, yet Kaeya knows very well what he’s getting himself into. He already made up his mind before coming here. 

“I know…I know I hate seeing you cry. So please, let me wipe those tears away.” What tears? Oh, the one that fell from your eye, placing itself on your cheek; too many unknown emotions swirling inside are overwhelming you as your face then contorts.

“Let me make up for what my father lacked.”

Kaeya hated his father in multiple instances, and one is for taking him away from you. One time in an event for noble children; he saw you falling and bruising your knee, crying in the grass, and he almost ran to go help you. He wanted to approach this pretty girl and make friends but— “Kaeya. Let’s go.” —his father’s stern voice pulled him back, his little body freezing at the command of the emperor, and he’s forced to watch another boy urgently pick you up.  

And it even grew much more for trapping you inside the palace to become his wife, he was unbelievably disgusted when he knew you were chosen. Now this, his arrogant father canceling on your first night, abandoning the lonely empress and not even seeing or visiting you for once. His father was terribly good at deserting people. But why was he angry when he didn’t do anything to save you? He just wanted and visualized, keeping his anger to himself and never putting his mind to action. 

He was a coward. Kaeya was a coward. And was coveting his father’s wife his first act of rebellion? He doesn’t know if this was brought by anger or lust, maybe both, but he can’t think of those now that he’s got you under his body. 

Your hands claw at his v-neck shirt that barely covered his chest, his lips tasting you and making you his for the night. Just one night like he always does.

You never looked at him that way until recently. The coronation was the first time you saw him. You barely had time to admire the prince back then, and seeing him now you understand why he becomes the talk of the town. His eyes were a deep blue, hair patching his palette, and his skin had a different kind of beauty from what you knew. Kaeya was simply graced with a great appearance.  

His sun-kissed skin glistens with sweat as he groans from pushing inside you, tears escaping from the corner of your eyes from the pain, and he wipes it away with his thumb, the other hand on your waist for him to squeeze. It was sure to bruise. “I’m sorry for the pain. It will be over soon.” He assures you as he sees you uncomfortable, guiding you through your first time. 

“Try to breathe in and feel me inside you. You’ll feel much better.” Kaeya breathed hard as he starts pushing further, testing your depth as you cry out from the unfamiliar sensuality. 

“It…it still hurts.” 

He presses right below your tummy and you thrash open-mouthed. “There. You feel me right?” 

Your body glides up and down as he changes pace, a hand pinning you to the soft sheets to gain full control over you. Getting a taste of the forbidden fruit, marking what’s not his, all of those a sin against his father and heaven. But the prince didn’t care even if he were to be struck with stones, he has no responsibility at this moment. 

In between the sheets, you and him left your thrones, just two young souls who found each other in lust, not caring about the price they had to pay sooner. That was how humans succumbed to sin and lost themselves. Focused only on how their bodies worked, relishing the mind-numbing, body-curling experience as they lose their ability to speak, uttering animalistic sounds from their mouths.

“Kaeya! I feel weird, ah!” You moan, not knowing the ecstatic feeling building up inside you. He smirks, finding your inexperience cute. “Just let it go. It’s the best part.” and he stimulates your spot further to help you chase your high. 

“Ah!” A wanton moan escapes your lips. What was this feeling? You know you’re secreting down there and that passing moment was just so addicting and relieving. You feel like you want to do it again with the way he shoves in and out. Kaeya shudders, finishing inside you while forgetting the possible consequence, his mind was not on the right track to think straight.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he looks down at your smaller, corrupted body that he just claimed. He did it. He stole another man's wife…One look at you fighting your sleep and he feels guilty knowing he won’t stay; he won’t even have the time to take care of you. This relationship was far too risky to continue, it could cost you both your lives and he doesn’t want to drag you into the dirt. You were still pure under all your layers, you shouldn’t be dirtied.

“Are you leaving now?” You break the silence, eyes closed to rest. “Miss me already?” And you fought the urge to open your eyes and glare at him. “Not that I want you to stay…but you said that you wanted to comfort me. You wanted to be friends.” You wondered what kind of friend he will be to you. And if friends even do something like that. You almost forgot you have a husband, how could you remember that man when you haven’t seen him since the wedding.

Kaeya laughs, breaking your thoughts of the emperor. “Can we still be friends after this? But I’m pretty sure this is a trend nowadays.” He says with an amusing look, guessing your response. “I definitely don’t want to be friends with someone I slept with. You said yourself this is a one-time thing.” 

He almost forgot that. Kaeya never got rejected and speaking to you was the first time his pride got hurt. Raising his eyebrows in agreement, he nods and lays down beside you. “You need to take a bath or at least wash your lower half.”

You don’t understand why you need to take a bath on a tired body but then you feel the sticky liquid between your thighs. And in a fit of embarrassment, you turn your back on him, your stupid heart pounding from what happened earlier. “I don’t want to take a bath. I’m too tired.” You close your eyes to try escaping him and then surprisingly fall into slumber.

Kaeya watched your back for an hour even though he needed to leave immediately. You got quiet soon and he assumed you were sleeping, you needed it after all. He stands up from the bed, contemplating whether to touch you or not, because if he does, then he’ll stay and sleep here. Your heads are probably on a platter the next morning. 

He doesn’t smile for there was nothing to smile about. There was only room for regrets and what-ifs. He dresses as quietly as possible, not wanting to bother the sleepy figure.

"Such a shame. You could've been my empress." He muses out loud before leaving for the night. 

But what Kaeya didn’t know was that you were a light sleeper, trained to detect assassinations in your sleep, royals are prone to it after all. Thus, even the slightest noise of his pants woke you up.

You were wide-eyed, dazed, as the door closes and your room gets cold; he planted so many doubts coursing through your mind, together with questions of whether you became empress at the wrong time.

end notes: kaeya and (y/n) will be back!...or are they?

Omg, this is a definition of a slay.

DCKZ meets Manager Ayato and Ayaka through Thoma

Your bio is so cute, I love it!! If you don't mind, can I request some domestic headcannons with Himejima Gyoumei from Demon Slayer? Thank you ❤️

Domestic Headcanons with Gyomei!

+ These are just my hot takes, +Sorry for not getting back to you as quick as I wanted; also, I hope you enjoy it!

+ Sorry if this was short 😅+ my first time writing headcanons yk,

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・Ngl, I feel like people are sleeping on gyomei for real, but lemme start the headcanons.

・He is a very, very built, tall, and heavily built guy, but he really has a soft spot for you; he would probably do anything for you like bro is 7'2 💀 if you're short, he would probably help you get things on higher shelves.

・If you were sick, he would drop everything to take care of you because he doesn't want to lose you, even if you are sick. It may sound silly, but anything can happen yk especially if you have a weak immune system.

・Speaking about a weak immune system, if you were a s/o with a sick or a weak immune system kinda like what happened to muzan before him being on his demon shit.

・He would help you with everything you do, cook everything like your favorite meals, and probably help out with everything, even if he blind yk he can do many things.

・Speaking of many things, if you were a s/o that kills obviously demons, he would definitely be a bit scared with every mission you have to do, especially with them crazy ass demons out there.

・Would probably spend all his time with you when he has a vacation from being a Hashira, doing little cute things like cuddling together. I feel he would give the best hugs!!!!!

・Like big bear hugs.

・If you were to have a child with gyomei, I feel he would be happy and enjoy bringing a bundle of joy into the world. I would keep this yk fluff related, but the making choice or yk, if you know what Im saying, was definitely enjoyable. 😏

・But let's speak about the action part; he would definitely have a size kink and breeding kink, ain't taking that back 😎

・Let's get back to PG; Gyomei is a guy with a pretty sad background yk people really didn't trust or believe him, especially with those kids in the temple that did trust him; yk I feel when he was smaller, he was really underestimated because he is blind, but look at him now.

・so please treat him with care >3

・He's definitely bby.

・I feel like he would definitely be an emotional person; he wouldn't; be scared to share his emotions with his s/o.

・He would definitely be open with you; def would never do anything to hurt.

・VERY VERY PROTECTIVE

・I feel like he would definitely like comparing hand sizes with you, >3

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+ Also, sorry if it wasn't something you imagined or wanted.  💕 

· ➳❥ Criticizing or judgment is welcome here; reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Heyyy:)) can i please ask for a clavis x reader smut(with lots of fluff as well), thank youu💕💕

matching・Clavis Lelouch x Reader

genre・Smut 😈with fluff at the end + reader with female genitals

warning・P + V

words・1.75k

+ This is my first ever smut fic, so feel free to judge or criticize this ig. Hopefully, you enjoyed and sorry for the long wait >3 💗

+ Also sorry if it wasn't what you imagine or want. 💖💘💕💞

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Time goes slowly as it passes by...

It felt like time was purposely slowing down; it felt like centuries past without seeing your trouble maker of the prince in the castle doing his princely duties around the kingdom, sitting on the comfortable sofa. Waiting for him to come back, to come back to you in your arms. As you reminisce about his soft touches that were dealt on your body, that you terribly missed.

Sitting down on the soft piece of furniture, wearing one of his jackets he lent to you, still enveloped with his sweet-smelling scent.

Waiting for him. Even if the world was ending, you would be in the exact spot waiting for him to finally come to you, even if it means ignoring your responsibilities as Belle.

As the day becomes night and the night becomes day, you would still return to the same spot. Staring at the window, your sad expression reflects the glass window as for his absence.

That once sad expression soon turned into an expression of beaming joy; seeing horses carrying in a snow-white carriage, hope was still in your heart that he would come, and I guess that same hope was on your side today, rubbing your eyes wake. When you saw that little troublemaker coming down from the carriage.

His dusty purple hair flowed around his handsome face; it felt like forever until you saw him wearing his usual cheeky smile.

Immediately open the door, using all your strength in your body, and run down the stairs to the gate where he arrived—further stopping until you saw him, unharmed and perfectly okay. That little troublemaker of you caused you so much worrying just for him to come; with that cheeky smile of his, you were breathless from the running right in front of him.

"C..clavis," a hoarse whisper came out of you, barely having energy in your voice, smiling at him in joy as your salty tears stained your face, your cheeky turning into a salty stained mess.

"Was I gone for that long?" he said, not.

Even acknowledging what he said and hugging him tightly was surprising to Clavis, especially for you have this comfort of finally having him in your arms made your heart swell.

The worry in you was gone when you got to touch him. When the curtains were drawn, when the time you got to be recovered by the touches and kisses you longed from him. Your leg wrapped around his waist as you both shared a passionate kiss; he was your addiction, someone that you yearned for, finally satisfying your craving for the word love.

Your back hit the soft bed as you both redrew from the kiss, and the wetness between your legs started to ache; being without Clavis in the castle did take a toll on you and your body. "C-clavis...I-" you were shortly overtaken by another deepen kiss than before, your tongues interlinked, moaning from immense pleasure.

Wrapping your hands over his neck, propping yourself and look at him with a hazy expression. "You were worried, weren't you" he whispers while unbuttoning his shirt. You were embarrassed to admit that you genuinely needed him and waited for this moment.

Your gaze follows his slender fingers unbuttoning his shirt as he lowes his fingers to lose off the last buttons, making your core ache further; you didn't know that your body was deprived of the sexual tension. "You're acting like it's your first time, darling; you were lonely without me, weren't you?" Your eyes laid towards his naked chest, his slender fingers slowly traveling to your clothed arousal.

His finger stroked your clothed arousal as he leaned into you, closing the proximity between you as he started nibbling on your ear and rubbing your arousal; the room was engulfed with your moans and whimper of pleasure as your once tidy display turned into disarray and a sensual look. A patch of wet stain was showing on your panty from the sheer fact of your satisfaction,

"Excited, aren't you, princess" he whispers, withdrawing his fingers away from your cloth arousal.

Your whimpers were sounding in the room. "I think it unfair your one being pleased. It would help if you started undressing" his eyes have a glint of desire and lust in them as he licked his finger covered by your essence.

You hurriedly slipped off your pantie, and your hands trembled as you unbuttoned your blouse; his eyes were still laid off your disarrayed figure. As you finally took off your undergarments, you felt small under his gaze, with your naked figure shown, as the glint of desire was established in his eyes; needless to say, it wasn't a lie that he was one of the dangerous beasts of the kingdom, and true to say it wasn't a lie.

The coldness of the air hardens your peaks.

Opening your leg, propping your hand behind you, showing your gaping hole ready to pleasure one of the beasts of the kingdom, giving him the puppy eyes and motioning your eyes between your legs. Your appearance gave off an alluring and seductive look as the tension inside the room turned into a risqué moment.

His eyes were allured to your suggestive position as you scanned his leaned position to see his hardened shaft forming at his pants.

"Clavis...let me pleasure you, and give you good welcoming" smiling at him and tracing your finger from the outline of his chest to the outline of his shaft. For the most part, throwing him off from that alone.

Throwing a suggestive look at him biting your bottom lip, as your dribbling cunt was tempting him to devour you and fuck you mercilessly. As he throws off his briefs and pants, soon being flashed by his hardened shaft making your arousal even more. Your eyes were laid to his post, propping yourself open as your fingers open your cunts lips. As he inserted his shaft into you, you jolted from the spread of pain through your abdomen.

"F-fuck" you hissed out, wishing the 3rd prince would get it over with and fuck you straight.

Digging your nail into his shoulders and throwing your head back, adjusting his size while inside you. "Ready darling?" he whispered, As he snapped his hips, "H-haah," moaning out as the sensation of pleasure in you from the simple moveth. Grinding your hips for the desprate for the delicious friction you craved so bad.

He was once teasing you again.

The moan and the act of reassurance sent the 3rd prince off the charts, triggering that animalistic urge. Placed his head on the small back of your neck and thrust inward while massing your inner wall and left small kisses throughout your neck, as the burning sensation spreading turned into fleets of pleasure. Forcing to jolted up

"C-clavis, stop being such a tease." softening your grip on his shoulders, tilting your pelvis for an entrance to fill the desperate void. "You sure" as he gave you a mocking cheeky smile and caress the fat of your cheeks.

"Please," giving him puppy eyes, finally sending him off the edge. As the message inside his eyes was working to the allure with a lustful gaze, he was still inside as you trusted inside and out of you with a frantic tempo.

As his room was soon filled with your breathy moans and languid pants.

Your exposed bosom bounced up and down from the frantic pace, and the slapping of skin echoed the room. This is the welcoming you wanted to give him as his long departure; as your gaze becomes hazy from the pleasure and the heat of your body increases, your body feels it is on fire. Marking and spreading kisses through your collarbone and breast as he thrust inside you.

"S-shit," you screamed, as the pace was in tempo, feeling that the 3rd prince enjoyed your welcoming gift from the extended pace, the sensations of the pleasure act.

As he was holding your hips securely, thrust inwards and out, "This is a good awakening, princess. I didn't know you were this good at giving gifts"

Giving him a hazy expression as your tongue was loled out. "You look good this way, (MC)" giving you a hard thrust, jolting you up again, moaning out. Stars were flooding your visions as he trusted inside on your walls.

While you let out a shaky breath as he pounded into you, savoring the delicious sensation. Goosebumps spread through your arms, feeling a coil tension pooling throughout your abdomen as he played with your clit. Enjoying the simulation from the sensation of biting the bottom of your lip. "C-clavis, I'm close," you panted out.

Feeling him pulsate inside you, tighten around him inside your inner walls. "Is that so" his pace was more animalistic than ever as his hips collided with you. Your hips stuttering, the brutal pace wearing you out, as you wrap your neck around his neck, your breast bouncing from the tempo.

"C-clavis, I think-"

"Do it, princess," he caresses your hips; soon, your coil snapped as the long crescendo of moans ranged out through the room, your mind shattering.

The heat pooling from your abdomen dropped, linking out of you. Your released your essence, coating his shaft as your body fell limped from the sensation, leaving you weak.

As his thrust becomes sloppier, feeling him pulsate more inside of you noted that he was close and soon feeling the warm sensation. He takes himself out of you and feels his warmness gone as he empties himself on the sheet.

Your body slumped down, your back hitting the bed. Both of your pantings echoed the room, as your body was covered in sweat, your half-lidded look at him, "S-so, did you enjoy your welcoming gift" you panted out, your legs exposed, still dripping from your earlier release.

His body was caved over you, "Mhm," he panted out, "you always give the best gifts, darling," playing with your hair and kissing and planting hickies on your neck.

As you both share a passionate and sweet kiss, "M'thats good."

"Say, your gift was wonderful darling, let me repay you for it, sharing a hot bath together" as he nuzzled your neck and massage your bosoms. Biting down your bottom lip holding your moans back, from the pleasure "Doesn't that sound good, princess"

Letting out a breathy moan, "Ngh-y-yeah...it doesn't sound good," he soon carried your limped body and walked to his grand bathroom chamber.

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