Batfam X M!Reader

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Price of a lie

Character: Reggie Mantle x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Break up

People who live double lives are almost always frowned upon. But they all have valid reasons to do so. Some might even be dangerous and still, when it comes out. No one likes it. Doesn’t matter which reason was behind it, only that they got lied to.

You never were a person to need that. For most people, you always were an open book. Nothing hiding, not even in your eyes. Every feeling you show is genuine. Not a single word muttered out of your mouth was ever a lie. People would call you `The pure one´, not as an insult or something, but because you never had any shifty motives, like other people had.

Like Betty, staying always so close to Archie, despite it being obvious, that she was in love with him but not the other way around. Or Kevin and Moose, they are able to fool most people, but not everyone. Their motive is a lighter one, to prevent their secret love of getting out. You were just disappointed in both of them, that neither brought Moose to end his relationship with his girlfriend, before they began to do stuff.

In your mind, nothing of this was okay. If you want something from a person you tell them, if you love someone you do the same. The truth is always something you saw not only as important but as mandatory.

For some reason, Reggie found interest in you. The school hotshot, who everyone wanted to be with, even if it only for one night. He was somewhat desperate most of the time, in many ways, but you never had a problem with it. You could manage him and even his father who was a total homophobe, could not hate you.

He hated what you were standing for but realized, that it wasn’t bad to be like you, which did not meant that he liked it. Slowly he became to tolerate people like you and you never asked for anything else. Because that wouldn’t be okay either. Tolerance is everything that is needed.

Sometimes you found yourself with his dad talking about sports and even helping him with his cars. Your own dad wasn’t around much, as a diplomat he wasn’t often not at home. But you and your mom, also did not want to go with him, so he comes back whenever he has time. Still your parents loved each other like they did on their first date. It was gross more often than not.

Still you knew, that his father was and still is abusive towards him. Nothing will change that, but you try to be there whenever something happened or be there, so nothing will happen. Because this man cares why too much what other people think of him.

All of this your personality, the honest and friendly one, as well as your perfect relationship, could’ve never prepared you for what just happened.

You stayed behind in school, to help with projects, until you lost track of time. It was late, maybe six or seven o’clock, the janitor would almost certainly kick you out any moment. Where Betty and Veronica, the wicked witch of the west, came by.

Both looked nervous, Betty obviously had cried for a little while.

„(Y/N), I have something you should see. But you should sit for it.“ You did not know what it was, if it was her broken voice, or the sympathy in it, but you did what she asked you to do.

„What is it Betty? You slowly begin to creep me out,“ you laughed softly, trying to brighten up the mood. But neither of the girls laughed with you, which only let your thoughts ran even faster.

Wordlessly they gave you a black book, you looked strangely at them, before opening it. There in big letter was written `PLAYBOOK´. So they stole they game book from one of your sports teams?

You already wanted to ask them, but as you glanced up both girls seemed determined that you would go trough it. With little hesitance you did just that. There were names of the football team members, besides them girl names, a comment, then points and at the end a date.

The first two names of the book were Chuck and Reggie, which was strange, because the date at the end of Reggies entry was way into your relationship, but at that point it wasn’t public yet, after his wishes, so you avoided him in school, to not lie to anyone or yourself.

As you got trough the book, Reggie’s name was overwhelmingly present in it. At some parts if even looked like he was the only one. But still you had no idea what this book was about.

„So and? For what are these points?“, you asked dumbly. You hadn’t read any of the comments, because you felt, bad to read something personal. But after Betty told you that this is a book over sexual conquests, your eyes almost immediately fell out. It only got worse, after she told you that you should open the last page.

It was different from the pages with the girls, above it stood only `Faggots´ and the entries were everything but nice. Not many players, had entries there, Chuck had two and Reggie had one. You. A comment that made you sick to your stomach. He described you as `used goods´, completely loose, like a desperate whore. He gave you three out of ten points.  The date was about your complete relationship.

Inside you felt completely crushed, heartbroken and betrayed. Outside you seemed completely unfazed, as if this hasn’t ruined your complete relationship in seconds. „Can I copy this?“

Both girls were visible disturbed by your nonchalant questions. They thought you would scream, cry or anything else, but you had other plans.

For some reason you slept that night like a baby. Betty and Veronica told you, when they want to show the evidence to your principal. So your plan began to form itself.

As any other morning after this beautiful night sleep, you came into school with a shining smile. Directly walking up to Reggie and nuzzling in his side, while he laughed about it, as usual. Him kissing the top of your head and swinging his arm over your shoulder. 

„Reggie, do you love me?“

„Of course Baby, more than anything!“

But now you knew it was a lie. The entire time, you felt so stupid for not realizing it earlier. How could someone you trusted this much, be such a scumbag? Still you waited fro the lunch break.  Everything needed to look like it was normal.

You kissed Reggie on his lips. Lips you once thought were only for you. But now you knew that they kissed dozens of others. His hand running down your sides, tickling you slightly, always fiddling with your body. Now you asked yourself how many others did he touched so lovingly? But the worst were his words of encouragement and loving side remarks. These meant nothing now. Just hollow phrases you were sure of, he told others too.

The day was a fas. It was the hardest thing in your life. But it wasn’t a lie. You still loved Reggie dearly. And you wished nothing of it was true. This changed at lunch, when Bett and Veronica vanished and you knew that this was the moment.

„Reggie do you love me?“ This time you asked him in front of all his little football friends.

„Of course I love you baby.“ He answered just as you had thought. Only this time you really saw the looks of the others. Some disgusted, other ashamed and one or two even with pity.

So you just took the copy of the entry out of your backpack and began to read.

„Reggie Mantle, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a completely loosen up whore. Certainly not the first guy who used him. Begged me for it. Obedient whore, even let me piss on him. Three out of ten points. And look at this, a four year time span.“ You finished up reading and the looks of the guys at your table changed into horrifying glances in your direction.

„I mean not everything is a lie. Of course im used up, because I had daily sex with my know ex-boyfriend. But don’t worry, no other every touched me and will not in the near future. But obedient? Did you tell your little friends here, that I bind you to your bed and fucked myself with your dick, because you can’t handle it yourself? And five minutes is really not a goof time Reggie. And pissing? I didn’t even knew you had that kink, which would explain the stains on your bed, because you do it to yourself?“

Everything was now laid out. Reggie seemed completely devastated. The two guys that took pity on you, smirked at him, after you were finished with putting the dirty clothes out.

His shaking body after, he was about to start something, so you just silently stood up, let the page lay on the table and began to walk away.

„You can’t speak to me like this, Im your boyfriend, you have to obey-“

Before he could finish, you turned around, punching him directly onto his nose, which let him fall to the ground. „We are nothing Mantle. Have fun telling your father, I believe he will not be happy, to not have his second son at his house anymore.“

Now even Reggie looked horrified with his bloody nose, it gave you a sense of accomplishment. He paid the price of being a liar. And you were free, heartbroken and devastated, but free. Slowly the tears began running down your cheeks, as you made your way trough the hallways alone, with all the memories you shared with Reggie. But someday you will find a guy who truly treasures you. And the price of love will not be as high as this one.

hi! can i request headcanons of Adam x Male Angel! Reader who is sweet, kind and never curses? preferly sfw and nsfw but if u don't write smut for Male Reader, that's fine!

hope u have a Nice day <3

Adam x Kind Angel Reader HC’s

Warnings: General Adam TW’s, NSFW in latter half of post, He/Him pronouns with Male Genitalia. Slight Degradation/dirty talk. Fluff + Smut

Request Box: Open

Word Count: 820

A/n: thank you so much for the request! I had a lot of fun with this one! I did make it on the shorter side but that’s only because it’s quite difficult to make Headcanon’s 1000+ words without other characters but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! Also I decided to make this little header thing for fics! I’ve seen a few others do it and the GIF’s I normally use are becoming a hassle to find. Let me know if you guys like it!

SFW

Oh boy, this relationship really is a match that could only be made in heaven. No one would have expected Adam to date a man who is the complete opposite of him. If anything, people expected someone like him or even Lute!! But you? They never could have predicted that.

But what can you do, opposites do attract.

You’re always being so kind to him, telling him he looks handsome, helping him with any and all work he might have to do, and on top of it you bring him gifts and trinkets! Not to mention all the delicious treats you get him that are almost as sweet as you.

And to be honest, this really messes with Adam, cause you’re literally so sweet and thoughtful but he doesn’t have anything to give you in return besides sex. At least that’s what he thinks but in reality he gives you so much more than he gives himself credit for.

He plays you songs on the guitar, takes you out to fancy restaurants, and over all treats you with love and affection than any other has. But even if none of that was true, you don’t do anything and everything for him because you want something in return. You love Adam completely unconditionally.

The no cursing thing is something that genuinely gets on his nerves. Cause like, he could never. This man has the mouth of a sailor and the delicacy of a bull in a china shop. Which is one of the traits you love about him, that he says what he wants. But also you’re just like “Sir, this is not what The Father intended-“

“Neither was putting my dick in another guys ass but look, I’m still here bitch!”

And it especially bugs Adam, if instead of cursing, you replace swears with other words. Like the other day you stubbed your toe when landing on ground and Adam had fully expected for you to do what he does, which is scream the loudest swear and be pissed off at everyone for 20 minutes. But instead….

“OW Fudging chocolate chip-“

“JUST SAY FUCK”

So, ever since that day, Adam has sworn to one day take your ‘cursing virginity’, at least that’s what he calls it. And he try’s so hard to do so, which is a slight bit of trouble cause he doesn’t want to like, be a complete douche to you.

So until he figures out a way to get you to curse, he’s pretty stumped at the moment. But still, he absolutely adores you.

NSFW

Oh Boy x2

Everything I said previously still stands if not double the amount. This man wants to do the👏Most👏Unholiest👏Things👏To👏You👏

Loves to see your kind and sweet personality slowly crumble because of his cock.

‘Who knew you could be such a slut?’

He loves that your personality carries over during sex, you give him everything you’ve got and then some. You want to do your best for him after all.

Speaking of which, if you worship him in any way that man is cumming IMMEDIATELY. He really just wants to feel like he’s above everyone else, and Surprise surprise, he has a praise and you being the, oh so thoughtful person you are, you make sure to completely indulge that aspect of him.

You babble so much about how good his cock feels hitting your prostate over and over again. How well he’s making you feel like like the Good Boy he is. It really gets it him going.

Remember how I said he’s trying to make you lose your ‘Cursing Virginity’? Yeah well, this is how. He is SO determined to get you to spill out just one swear while he goes to town on you. Is it the most holy thing he should do? No. But how could he not fuck your brains out till you break your own moral code?

He tries so hard too. He has yet to get you there but he has come close. When he had you in a mating press, legs over his shoulders, your ankle’s lightly hitting the base of his wings with each thrust.. You couldn’t stop begging for him to cum inside you as you came for the Xth time in a row.

“Please Adam! P-Please! Fu~“ you cut yourself off with a hand to your mouth.

Adam looked at you with his signature grin, his hips not stopping their movements to pump himself in and out of you. “Was you about to say something babe?”

You held your hand against your mouth shaking your head ‘no’ clearly trying to make it seem like you weren’t about to drop the f bomb.

“Mhm, right~ let’s see if I can pry some other ‘naughty’ fuxkin’ words out of ya!” He laughs a wicked laugh as he switches the position so that he’s somehow even more atop of you. Leaving you a completely, moaning, helpless mess for him to dominate >:)

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I NEED A TASTE OF YOU (not proof read)

Fetishizing She/Her, She/They, Females DNI

Murdoc x Male reader x 2D (Seperate)

Smut Headcannon

Blood Kink, Marks, BDSM, Smut, Fluff

MURDOC

- Murdoc definitely seems like a person who would be rough in bed. He’s possessive wanting to claim you so people know your his.

- This man would totally bite you and have bite marks, scratch and hickeys all over you and you make you flaunt them. But I also feel like he would like a few hickeys and scratches on himself in return.

- Holy hell is Murdoc into BDSM? Yes, this man would have you tied up on the bed post dominating you. You’ll be crying with pleasure and be begging for his dick.

- He’s a huge tease especially if you’ve been a bad boy, It would be to the point that you have a cock ring on while he’s railing you from behind. He would fuck you dumb and you’d like it.

- I feel like he’ll have a blood kink but only if your into it and if you are expect a lot of cutting. But he would still be caution to not cut too deep or on a vain or something.

- Good thing about this man is that he has a soft spot for you and the aftercare you get spoiled. A bubble bath with him while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Rubbing your back the next day while treating you with breakfast in bed and some cuddles while watching shitty horror movies while laughing.

2D

- 2d is a softie and would be soft in bed. He would always check up on you if he thinks he’s too rough.

- He is a GOD in bed, this man is slow but sensual, he’s defiently a dom in bed but would 100% let you be a power bottom and just ride him on some days.

- If you want to do something kinky he would gladly like marking with a ton of hickeys alll over your body like your neck, chest, ass, just spots where people can see and spots where he personally can see.

- One of 2D’s favorite thing is to just eat you out like a goddamn lollipop and he enjoys the faces and moans you make while he does it. He would ask for you to just sit on his face and just suffocate him to death with your ass.

- 2D’s blow jobs are to literally die for, he goes down on it. He’s just majestic in made and he fucks like a GOD. Like honestly he gives your more pleasure during sex basically meaning he likes to give rather than receive.

- 2D’s aftercare is something to die for like this man would spoil you and apologize if he thinks he went too hard on you. Expect a lot of cuddles, a heated blanket, and more cuddles. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger for anything and he’ll do anything for you. A glass of water? Already got it right here. Cookies? Yes. And that’s all he would do for you

very late to post this but as i promised, male bimbo(himbo?) reader x sol ‹𝟹

tw: suggestive, bad writing 😓, idk if this is what u all were looking forward to,, i got this idea from an anon 🙏ty anon

i love solivan sm

crdt to @/anitalenia for the dividers

you were hot.

everyone in your college knew that. they would always stare at you in the halls while you walked by wearing revealing pink clothes. pink crop tops, pink juicy tracksuits, even pink socks. people always tried flirting with you but you were too dumb to understand they were flirting with you, you were literally fucking stupid but thats okay; it added to your character.

despite you not being the brightest crayon(even with all the pink you wore) in the box you managed to bag Solivan brugmansia— but rather he stalked you until you two met and you fell head over heels for him.

literally nobody expected the schools hot babe to date an alt loner that literally nobody cared enough to remember.

it was a whole shock to the entire school, but after you started dating Sol everyone was cautious when approaching you because sol was always next to you, glaring at anyone who dared to look at you especially when you wore more tighter and smaller crop tops— but obviously that didnt stop people from eyeballing you.

and today you did exactly that, you wore a tight revealing croptop, it showed off basically your whole stomach, it was especially tight around the chest. Everyone you walked by was literally eye-fucking you.

The moment Sol saw you his blood boiled— dont get me wrong he did get hard at the sight of your exposed stomach but he didn't like how many people stared at you, stared at his beloved, you were his and his only. The way other people looked at you with lust in their eyes made sol furious, he considered stabbing everyones eyes out.

"—Sol? i asked what class you have" You said while sucking on a lollipop, the way your lips delicately sucked on the candy made sol forget his thoughts of practically killing everyone

"..why are you wearing that— i mean it looks good on you- but fuck.. isnt it too revealing..?" Sol stuttered as he wrapped his arm around your exposed waist, his eyes roaming every inch of your body

"uh.. i dont know. At least i look good right?" you said as you tilted your head, lollipop still between your lips, sol honestly couldn't contain himself anymore and walked you to the nearest bathroom and made sure nobody was inside and he locked the bathroom door

"hey what are you doing? why did you lock the door?" you dumbly asked not understanding that you were about to get your shit rocked and insides rearranged.

Sol just dragged you to a stall and pushed you to your knees gently as you stared up at him; sol just caressed your cheek gently and he took out your lollipop from your mouth and threw it somewhere on the floor

before you could protest about having your lollipop yanked away and thrown on the floor he shushed you,

"I have something bigger for you to suck on.." thats when it finally clicked in your head that you're about to get your brains fucked out of you, not that you had any.

sosorry ab ending it w/o smut 😓 but i can so make a part 2 of this or i can add some more later on,, idk you guys pick,, part 2 or i add more

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Tbh this isn’t how I exactly look like but it’s how I want to look like and sadly I can’t right now :(

Personally as a kid I wasn’t the most happiest but I’m getting there slowly as a transmasc.

But oh well 🤷🏽

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All’s Fair In Love and War

Summary:

“How would you like it if someone told you to stop sleeping around like the manwhore that you are?” He jabs back. Your hand goes to his face; roses wind up your arm, and the thorns prick at his skin as they come up to your fingers, “We may be lovers, darling, but need I remind you I won’t hesitate to strangle you,” you darkly tell him, stroking his cheek. “Oh, my poor sweet darling,” you coo, voice changing tone; Homelander’s body grows lax, and the rose on your hand puffs out a cloud of spores.

Pairings:

Homelander x Gender Neutral!Reader

Tags:

Deity AU | Ares!Homelander | Aphrodite!Reader | Ares/Aphrodite Inspired | Not Myth Accurate | Headcanons

Words: 2122

Author's Note:

I was curious, and I went through the Homelander tag and as it turns out there are apparently no male!reader or gender neutral!reader fics so I decided I might as well have a go at writing for the homicidal superman. This fic is inspired by the Ares & Aphrodite myth, which I took some ✨liberties✨ with.

So, how does the god of love end up with the god of war? Simple, Vought had decided the best way to appease the gods was to hold a feast and celebration in their name; naturally, John’s offering was violent. Yours, on the other hand, was quite interesting; two lovers dedicated themselves to you and, in their commitment, offered their blood as a seal of their devotion and then proceeded to use said blood to paint your insignia before dying from blood loss. Not sure what went through his head when he saw you smile at that, but he was down, scared, horny, and in love.

Tonight, the gods spend time mingling with the mortals, well, more like among them, as the humans stare at them all in awe, the humans looking up at the tall encompassing gods. Barely any of them spoke, but Homelander wasn’t paying any attention to that. His eyes were on you; you sat surrounded by several humans, lounging back as they brought you offering after offering. 

He decides to take the approach with the offerings; he sifts through the objects lying around; when none satisfy him, he moves to going through the humans waiting in line to see you; he steals finds a hand-tailored silk scarf, a hand-sized marble sculpture, and a handful of handcrafted jewels. He also cuts in line, dropping his ‘gifts’ in your lap.

“Stealing from my devotees, quite a boisterous move, warbringer,” you say to him, inspecting the statue. It was built in your likeness, painted colorfully, and detailed with small jewels. You beckon the sculptor forward, blessing her and then the others he stole from, before turning your attention to John. You beckon him forward, and he happily comes close; you hold his chin, “So then, Homelander, what can I do for you?”

You fuck, like he grabs your arm, and the two of you go and fuck behind the temple.

Given Homelander’s personality, and yours, the two of you have a strange relationship; you’re both rather possessive of the other, you much less and more subtle and equally prone to jealousy. The gods don’t care much; Vought doesn’t like it, but what are they going to do against the gods and the average mortals? They like it. When Homelander is busy with you, there’s less war because he’s focused on sex.

Let’s go back to that jealousy thing; there are two notable moments for both sides. For Homelander, it was the time a mortal prayed you would marry them; the town they lived in got leveled by a series of attacks until there was nothing left. For you, it was the time - correction multiple times - his little devotees tried to undermine you; note to self, nothing speaks divine retribution like a god striking you with death.

It gets the message across, but there’s also the fact that gods tend to have egos, so two gods who like each other but also have egos, that’s quite the combo. One moment you’re lovey-dovey; the next, one of you is threatening to kill the other, but if we compare other godly couples in mythology - ✨Dapne the naiad having her river-god father turn her into a tree so she could avoid Apollo✨or ✨Hera trying to kill off a lot of Zeus’ bastard children✨ or ✨any other Greek Myth at this point✨- technically, you guys are pretty normal 💀.

There’s a loud crash outside your temple, followed by the screams of your worshippers as they run off at the sound of Homelander’s anger. You roll your eyes, “If you kill another one of my worshippers, I’ll skewer you with your own weapons.”

He rushed in not long after, throwing his helmet by the door, pulling at his hair as you recline back in your long chair. He throws his hands in the air while grumbling to himself. 

“So then, what's got you angry today?” you ask. 

“The other gods want me to cease my duties, per Vought’s request,” he replies, “apparently, war makes it harder for humans.” He mutters the word humans with disgust, mimicking air quotes as he mocks what he was told. 

“Well, I must agree with them,” you start; Homelander rushed forward, hands coming beside your head as his eyes glow red. “Now, now dear, at least hear me out before you try and kill me.” His eyes lose their red tint, “Thank you, as I was saying, war may be fun for you, but for the mortals down there, it’s quite the hassle. You know, considering a lot of them die.”

Homelander’s face pinched in irritation, “I’m the god of war; what else am I supposed to do?! Hold their hands?!”

“Dearest, you are far too angry over this.”

“How would you like it if someone told you to stop sleeping around like the manwhore that you are?” He jabs back.

Your hand goes to his face; roses wind up your arm, and the thorns prick at his skin as they come up to your fingers, “We may be lovers, darling, but need I remind you I won’t hesitate to strangle you,” you darkly tell him, stroking his cheek. “Oh, my poor sweet darling,” you coo, voice changing tone; Homelander’s body grows lax, and the rose on your hand puffs out a cloud of spores.

He becomes putty in your hands, “I hate it when you do that,” he mutters, dropping on top of you; you run your hands through his hair as his voice drawls out into nonsensical mumbles.

“No, you don’t; you love it, don’t you, darling?” He shudders in your grip, and you move around the long chair, “Lie back, relax,” your voice commands, “let me show you some love.” 

As the god of love, you do have the underlying power of control and persuasion; it’s akin to having someone give you their full devotion, and believe you me, that power comes in handy when Homelander’s being a little shit. It also comes in handy in other places, but I’ll leave that to your imagination.

Like Aphrodite, there was talk of you marrying Hephaestus; unlike the original myths, there was interference. Homelander threatened to level whole cities if that happened; when the gods laughed it off, he did just that, managed to get through two cities before they called it off. The mortals were not happy; a few stopped giving him offerings but returned pretty soon when you persuaded them. A few of them, the Boys, as they call themselves, started desecrating Homelander’s temples, and boy, oh boy, if he wasn’t mad before, he certainly was now.

“Don’t,” you order, but his anger overwhelms him, “Homelander!” He ignores you, grabbing his helmet and weaponry and wrapping his cape around his shoulder; vines shoot up, and flowers bloom to cage him in. “John, don’t, these are mortals, not jealous conquests, and they are angry; you hurt them, and not even my share of tributes will keep you in Olympus’ good graces.”

His eyes are glowing red, and his jaw is clenched tight, “You think I give a shit about what Olympus thinks? Not even Zeus can tell me what to do!” He stabs the vines hectically, charging forward as you chase after him. “I’m the fucking Homelander; I can do whatever I want!” His angry war cry carries out through the skies, the birds fly away in terror, and you take a breath of frustration when the sky darkens. 

“Exalted one, should I bring out the wine?” one of your attendants ask; you nod, rubbing your forehead.

“Bring out the wine, food, and some medical equipment; that idiot’s going to limp back here like the fool that he is.”

“With all due respect, exalted one, why bother with him?” she asks. You turn to her, eyes furious, and she bows low, quivering, as she repeatedly apologizes, “Forgive me; I spoke out of turn.”

“Out!” you shout; another attendant brings what you requested, and just as you predicted, Homelander returns days later, armor torn, wounds and scorch marks everywhere. He falls next to you, head in your lap; you yank lightly at his hair, “Idiot.”

“I’m bleeding right now; can’t you offer me comfort?”

You yank his hair again, “Well, if you’d listened to me, then maybe, you wouldn’t be in this state. Did you kill them?” you dare to ask. He nuzzles into your lap and shakes his head slowly, “Good.”

Homelander gets to help rebuild every city he demolished during his tantrum; we’ve talked about Homelander and his scary moments; let’s talk about you. Because I’m sure, as you’ve probably been thinking, how exactly can the god of love be as terrifying as the god of war? Well, love is sweet, but it can also be dangerous and creatively murderous.

There’s only been one instance of your temple’s being desecrated, but that was quickly resolved after you drove the looters to madly seek out merfolk, so much so that they ended up crashing their ship and dying at sea. Or the time you cursed an entire army to doomed love, thus inflicting the end of their families, wives, husbands, children, and homes - all in one night. But perhaps the greatest example of your wrath is perhaps the brief moment when Homelander decided to go about and have a mistress, correction a second lover. 

Now you have nothing against one taking on multiple lovers, as long as all is consensual, but for this instance, it was with Stormfront, goddess of victory. It’s no secret that you and her share nothing more than hatred for each other.

There’s nothing quite like the sound of angry screaming coming from the god of love; there’s nothing quite like it since the sound causes every mortal close by to experience intense heartache.

“Of all the gods, goddesses, dryads, even naiads, you chose her?!” you scream, “And you did it behind my back?!”

“You–how did you find out?”

You slap him, “I am love incarnate, idiot; I know of every shred of love in every heart from here to the fucking Balkans!”

Homelander holds his jaw, wincing at the pain, “Yeah, so? I’m a god, I can have whoever I want, whenever I want, and right now, that’s not you.”

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” you speak, voice distorting, “Fine, then, let’s see how long you last without my love.” Your temple floors move, and he’s thrown out; the attendants all watch in surprise; by the end of the week, the mortals have a new myth to tell, an age of war and the absence of love.

Homelander is fine at first. Yes, without you in his corner, it’s not that much of a difference, at least not as far as he can see, but then he notices that his tributes dwindle to nothing, and his name becomes unspoken. Even the gods seem to disregard him; Stormfront suffers the same, if not worse. Her own temples are luted, dismantled, and the remains used to enhance yours. Her patronage is taken away, and soon, Maeve is the most beloved warrior-deity; Homelander’s popularity dwindles further, and soon the adoration he had is directed to a fucking demi-god. A demi-god, which, if the rumors are to be believed, is your new lover.

So he turns to war; he brings revolution here, destruction there, leaving a trail as Olympus watches this spat from afar.

“Can’t you ask them to stop this?!” Stormfront demands.

“And go back kneeling; I’ll survive this, then they’ll come back to me,” Homelander responds, admittedly; he should have realized sooner that your domain over love meant far more than just romantic love. You remained passive in love, giving and taking from those that deserved - romantic, platonic, self-love, deity devotion - and you took everyone’s love for him; even Stormfront seemed to be growing more and more apathetic towards him. His resolve breaks when he watches Stormfront fade from existence; when he returns to your temple, you’re lying back at your cult statue, a glass of wine in hand. He throws your demi-god lover’s head at your feet, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Two years, nine months, twenty-six days, and five hours,” you mutter; he falls to his knees, helmet placed to his side, an attendant takes you wine, and you sit up. Tilting his head up, “So tell me, what have we learned, John?”

“You’re a petty bitch,” he replies. You smile in response and kiss his forehead. John quite literally feels the love come back.

“Look who’s talking. Did you really have to take his head off?” 

“Yes.” The attendants disperse as Homelander stands with you, his arms wrapped possessively around you, “Since I learned my lesson, I think it’s time I got a reward.”

End Note:

Don't judge me ok, my taste in fictional characters is about as morally sound as russian roulette 💀