#queen maeve x reader
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Seven x Deadpool!Reader
t/w: loooots of dark humour/jokes, reader is insensitive and an asshole since they're also a supe working at vought, your powers are the exact same as Deadpool (even the skin condition), mention about killing, death, gore, r-pe, n@zis?!?!, alcohol, some intimacy (?). Also reader is gn!!
ᯓ★ here's a version with the boys <3
HOMELANDER
This man hates you so fking much
Has tried to kill you multiple times, he tried lasering you, tearing you in half and even throwing you into the sky but you just always manage to come back like the damn plague
Eventually he gives up trying to kill you and just had to deal with the fact you'll be kept alive... just temporarily though... he's still looking for ways to kill you
However, your powers gave you dozens of advantages when around Homelander.
He can be having a meeting about something serious and everyone would be listening to him due to their fear towards him, then there's you who'd be doing your own thing and just shout out unrelated things like "Donald Trump just blocked me on Twitter!! HAH!! SUCK IT CORNFLACKS!!"
Everyone turning to you with startled expressions while Homelander simply rolls his eyes before continuing his presentation.
You are a complete nightmare to the PR team, that's why for interviews or any events, you'll always be paired up with Homelander so he can keep you under control and stop you from saying weird shit that could ruin the company's image.
"So Deadpool, how does it feel being in the Seven working alongside Homelander? You've been working together for almost 3 years now" A reporter would ask as you two are surrounded by screaming fans.
"Like I'm in the twilight series, not because of the fantasy but because I'm still waiting for the part where he impregnates me—"
"O-kay! That's enough, just silly ol' Deadpool with those inside jokes"
"You can tell in this eyes that he wants to fuck me right now. HE'S GONNA FUCK ME!!" You shouted as you're being dragged away by him.
Obviously when you had found out about his relationship with Stormfront, especially her background, you had to say some shit about it. Not giving the slightest care about the fact he could be grieving over her death.
He'll be in his room standing in front of the window and you'd just storm in, being as loud as possible.
"I can't believe you dated a N@zi!! Is it because I'm Jewish?!" Which may or may not be true, nobody knows your origin.
He may hate your guts but if he ever needs someone to help him do some dirty work, you're the person for the job, you never ask why or how, which could be the only thing he likes about you.
"Y'know, maybe if you didn't have such a big mouth, you'd be tolerable"
"All the people I've slept with have said otherwise"
Compatibility? 50%
STARLIGHT
Before she joined the Seven, she had an image of what kind of person you were, she just didn't know it was this worse.
When you found out she used to work at this Sunday School Church, you just haaaaad to say something about it.
"So like, you say that prayer always works, but every night I pray for my hair to grow and it never does. Do you think God has me blocked? How do I get unblock?"
"Uh..."
You two surprisingly get along without one wanting to slice the other's throat, except sometimes the things you say can really piss her off. Which is why when the company assigned her a new costume, she was trying her hardest to avoid you, but you found out anyways.
"Holy shit Starlight! Nice costume, is this your Miley Cyrus breakthrough? Girl power!"
Insert her groaning out of annoyance.
Again, the second you discovered she was dating a guy behind the death of Translucent, you were heartbroken :(
"Of course this happens right when my therapist gives up on me!"
Despite your behaviour, you pitied her when it was revealed that she was taken advantage of by The Deep, so like any good friend, you took revenge by cooking his friend octopus and eating it happily in front of him.
"Revenge does taste sweet" You'd say happily while Starlight just watches by the side, both grateful and horrified at your actions.
In my opinion, you would definitely be the person she goes to once she starts working with the boys, you'll always be providing whatever information that happens in the company for her to use.
It helps her worry less about getting anyone killed 'cause you literally can't die.
Compatibility? 60%
QUEEN MAEVE
You're half the reason why she rethinks about her life choices when she wakes up in the morning
Not because you're a handful (which you are) but because you're always paired together on missions
"Deadpool! The hostages!"
"OKAY! God... you act just like my drunk uncle"
Which is a joke/nickname you like to address her by because of her alcoholism (yikes)
Whenever the company needs you for something, half of the time she's the one assigned to search for you.
There was this one time she caught you trying to have Anika track down Kanye West's location, nobody knows what shenanigans you were up to.
Another thing to mention was that you two were chosen by the company to sing a Christmas song for the year's Christmas ceremony.
Just imagine during the bridge of the song, she's singing normally while you're completely going off, your high note so high you were sure you had Mariah Carey a run for her money.
Even though she finds you a lot to deal with, you're actually her buddy to train with.
Since you're very skilled with Katanas, she likes to practice her swordsmanship with you.
You like to tease or make fun of her everytime she fails to strike you which is good motivation for her to get better. Maybe you guys bring out the best of each other?
Last thing I'd like to add is when she was found out by the public that she was a lesbian (She's bi but you get the running joke), you had gifted her a t-shirt that says, 'Biggest Dick in Town'
Compatibility? 80%
THE DEEP
Your human punching bag
If Vought was a high school instead of a company, you'd be the bully and he'd be the nerd getting stuffed inside the locker room.
For example, Homelander could be confronting Starlight about her relationship with Hughie and everyone would just start raising their voices til you come in yelling "SHUT UP!" to the Deep who had not said a single thing during the entire time.
Just imagine him staring at you like 😐
To be honest you also ate his friend octopus so you guys are actually never getting the chance to make up.
"Look dude, I don't appreciate your tone"
"I don't appreciate your haircut either but we can't all get what we want"
You may be a crazy person but you weren't going to be okay with the fact he violates every woman he sees, so not only did you cook the octopus but you also called in a male stripper disguised as a woman just for him to celebrate on his birthday.
Just imagine him all happy when you tell him the news and later that night he'll run inside your room, completely pissed off at your act after finding out but you just laughed and said.
"Happy April Fools 😚!"
"That's next month dipshit!"
Also, you never understood his weird fantasies. He has a thing for sea animals??You've caught him multiple times either flirting or getting off to one. It was concerning even for you.
"From how many animals you've fucked, you might just turn from the ocean's 'Seaman' to 'Semen'." You joked which he did not find funny.
Maybe you messing with him could just be your way of getting along with him since you're the same with everybody else, it's just he has more flaws to poke fun of and he's sensitive about them.
Compatibility? 5%
A-Train
He thinks you're fucked up in the head.
Half of the shit that comes out of your mouth just has him reacting like in the GIF
Buuuuuut you're the one he always brings to the club because you always know ways to give the party life.
You've somehow even got on the wall of fame, a lovely portrait of you with your hands making out a heart.
Also, you know about his business with Compound V waaaaay before anyone else did. He's still grateful you didn't tell anyone.
Just like everyone else, you also enjoy messing with him except he's fast and constantly avoiding you.
"Hey A-Train, how much do you wanna bet that I can die faster than you?"
"Dude... seriously?"
You guys rarely get sent on missions together because you're always slowing him down, not basing off the fact he's fast but because you get easily sidetracked with other things.
"Alright, we're here now, how much C4 do we use?"
"Fuck math! Let's use all of 'em!"
You ended up detonating all of the C4 on you before he could object the idea, he was able to run out in time, your action nearly getting him killed while you ended up dead.
But it's fine you'll just grow back.
You know that race he has against Shockwave? You'd be at the VIP section standing near where Homelander and Queen Maeve is, waving your huge banner that has a picture of A-Train's face and yours pasted over a figure carrying the other in bridal style.
Compatibility? 55%
TRANSLUCENT
He makes people paranoid but you make him disgusted.
There was this one time he was bored so he snuck in your room to see what you were doing.
At first he was confused why you had so many cute plushies but then the more he explored your room, he realised your room is basically every collector's dream.
You even had a huge teddy bear in the corner of your dressing room.
The reason why he doesn't like to spy on you is because the last time he did, he saw you putting your hand in the blender, then proceeding to put your private part into it.
Never again, he thought, never again.
He doesn't need to witness you carry out your intrusive thoughts.
Surprising enough, you're close with his son, I'd like to think that after his death, you practically became the kid's godparent. Though you can be sort of a bad influence, leading up to how he is in Gen V.
You always tell him you hate kids but he thinks otherwise.
After all, he can read people well.
You guys like to pull pranks on each other since you guys like competing on who's more sneaky
There was this one time, you woke up to find your suit gone so you ended up walking around the building, completely naked and unfazed by people's stares.
It was when you walked around the corner that you found your suit worn by someone else, turns out it was Translucent under it.
"Why is it so fucking tight dude? How do you stay in this shit all day?"
"You get used to it"
Compatibility? 85%
BLACK NOIR
Lovers.
He doesn't mind your attitude because he actually can't say anything about it.
No seriously... he can't talk.
But hey he's got a good shoulder to cry on.
"I just... hffgh... I can't believe my album didn't surpass lady gaga's... She doesn't even know how to use Katanas like I do!" You'd let out a loud sob while he just stares at you for a while before placing a hand on your shoulder, patting you gently.
You know the scene where he's playing the piano for one of the company's party? You'll be laying down on top of it and singing in your usual overdramatic high pitched voice.
He finds your humour amusing so he always does this little head tilt like in the GIF when you say some weird shit while waiting for his response.
Since both of you are the only members of the Seven that wears a full body suit, obviously you had to try on his but since it was impossible to achieve that, you just had the company make a copy for you.
He'll be walking down the hallway doing his normal routine until he notises another person in his suit, the moment you speak and he realises its just you is when he let's his guard down.
"I just got some transplants done to my ass, that's why I look different"
You both are never sent on missions together 'cause you guys don't work well, pretty much nobody works well with him since he's the silent type.
Example, you two were hiding behind some crates ready to jump on the bad guys who were snucking in illegal drugs. He gestured for you to wait as he went to check again, only to turn back to see you gone.
"Marry Christmas motherfuckers!"
He heard your voice shout and he found you standing on top of the stacked crates, machine gun in hand and began shooting aimlessly.
He didn't even do anything but just watch until you ran out of bullets. However, multiple survived and began shooting at you so you ended running towards where he's hiding at.
"Yankee yankee!" You yelped.
You know the video of the two girls taking off their wigs to reveal that they're bald and they start bonding over it? I'd like to imagine that's you and Black Noir with the skin condition under the suits.
One more scenario I wanna add, you guys could be having a meeting but since you were bored and you always hated meetings, you'd draw a big heart on a piece of paper and show it to Black Noir from across the table. Surprisingly he'd draw a heart back to you.
You were overjoyed so you began to draw you and him doing it, doggy style. He stares at your doodle for a while before choosing to just focus on the meeting instead.
Compatibility? 90%
(This took a while cause I was on vacation)
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She Likes a Boy, and I’m not a Boy.
Queen Maeve x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your girlfriend joins the new superhero team, The Seven, and breaks up with you. This is loosely based on the unreleased song by Nxdia on TikTok. Literally just the “she likes a boy, I’m not a boy” part because a lot of sapphic people can relate to that line.
Margaret knew you were proud of her when she joined The Seven. You were proud of her for anything she did as “Queen Maeve,” but not in the same way her dad would be proud. You weren’t proud of her because it would bring you money or fame; you were proud of her because she was doing good in the world. You didn’t mind keeping your relationship quiet either. You understood that it could lead to more problems for you and definitely more problems for Queen Maeve if the masses found out that her secret identity was dating a woman, even when she was still a small-time hero.
She was fine keeping you a secret when she first joined The Seven, even once she and Homelander started their showmance. Margaret still would sneak around to see you. She would reassure you that it’s just for the cameras and that this was for the best for you two. That’s what Maeve thought, until Homelander made a move on her away from the cameras. She struggled to find the words to tell him no because she had been warned of the damage he could do when he got mad.
Homelander frowned, "No? Why not? You’re single, I’m single. We are both superheroes with super strength, so we don’t have to worry about hurting each other," he argued. Maeve noticed the way his eyes flickered with a strange emotion when he brought up hurting each other. Maeve wondered who exactly he had hurt in the past to warrant that reaction. The thought quickly left her head; she didn’t care about that right now.
"I’m just not looking for a relationship. I like my privacy," Maeve countered. Homelander scoffed as if the notion of privacy was ridiculous.
"Come on, the minute you became Queen Maeve, you lost your right to privacy. You know that as well as I do. I mean, come on, my secret identity, 'John,' only fooled people for a week. It’s going to be no time before they see 'Margaret' for who she really is," Homelander made it seem as if she had no choice.
Maeve finally agreed to "date" him, but she still wanted to keep seeing you, trying her best to keep you away from Homelander. She hated herself for having to do this, but she didn’t want to lose you. That is until she saw the damage Homelander could do if he was jealous enough. At a Vought party, a bartender had been flirting with Maeve. She knew the guy was trying to get tips, but she didn’t know Homelander was able to hear the man flirting, and Maeve laughed at a few of his cheesy jokes because they reminded her of something you would say. The day after, Homelander was being far clingier, and then the day after that, the bartender was found dead in his apartment, completely disemboweled. Homelander told her he did it. He said he was jealous because she’s never laughed with him in the same way she laughed with that bartender.
"I know you wouldn’t try to leave me, but the thought of you laughing with that bartender pissed me off," Homelander’s words felt like a threat. Maeve doesn’t sleep that night. She lays awake knowing that she has to break up with you or watch you be strung up by your intestines.
A week passes. Queen Maeve doesn’t contact you in any way. She can’t, not with Homelander being so clingy. Finally, she is able to slip away while he goes somewhere to help Black Noir. She arrives at your apartment.
Maeve knocks.
Before all this, she would just walk in and make herself at home. You open the door. "Margaret? I’ve been worried sick! You haven’t answered any of my texts or calls! I haven’t seen you in over a week," you scold her.
"We need to talk," she says with a plain face and a monotone voice. Maeve feels lucky she has had to master acting during her time as a hero. You let her in and shut the door. She takes a small survey of your space; she knows she won’t be in it again. Maeve wants to remember what she can.
"Is something wrong?" You ask; there’s a hint of sadness in your voice. You know what’s coming. Maeve turns around with a disgusted grimace painted on her face.
"I’ve been cheating on you," is all she says. It’s painful to admit; she wishes she could tell you she didn’t have a choice and that she’s doing this to keep you safe, but she doubles down. "With Homelander. Since our showmance started."
"Why, Maeve?" You ask, and Maeve’s acting fails her for a moment; she frowns. You always called her Margaret before and not Maeve. She responds with the first thing that comes to mind. "He’s a man. You’re not. You didn’t think I would actually stay with a woman? Our relationship wasn’t even real. We never went on public dates. You were never my long-term plan. Forget this relationship ever happened. You’re nothing to me." Maeve leaves without another word. She slams the door. She flinches, knowing you hate that.
Maeve goes home to drink. Homelander repeatedly asks her what’s wrong, but she just responds with "nothing, just having a drink." Eventually, he goes to his own room, leaving Maeve alone in her Vought-provided room. Maeve wants to cry, but she knows he is listening to her, so she continues drowning her sorrows.
Years pass. Queen Maeve is inescapable for you. She’s everywhere. You finally move on from your relationship with Margaret, choosing to tell people that your ex had died. After all, Margaret was dead; she was just replaced by Queen Maeve.
You feel a bittersweet feeling when you see Homelander and Maeve broke up because he was sleeping around. You felt a little bad for her. Getting cheated on sucked. You moved through your life unbothered. That is until she was outed by Homelander as a "lesbian," and then he name-dropped you as her girlfriend. For a moment, Maeve was visibly shocked, but her face quickly reverted to a painfully fake smile. He said your first and last name. You realized that you had also been outed to anyone in your life that would put two and two together.
The next couple of days your phone rang and rang and rang. Family members calling you. Friends calling you. Co-workers. Random numbers. They all wanted the same thing. The hot gossip on your relationship with Maeve. You got a few nasty emails and direct messages on social media from anonymous accounts that were telling you that you and Queen Maeve would rot in hell for your sins, and a few threats from people that were convinced you corrupted Maeve. You had to take some personal time from work. Maeve eventually showed up at your apartment.
"We need to talk." The last time she said those words to you, she practically tore your heart out of your chest. This time she didn’t wait for you to let her in; she just pushed past you. Just like the last time, she takes in your apartment. You had gotten quite a few upgrades for the apartment.
"Are you here because of the talk show from the other day?" You ask; if you weren’t irritated by the situation, your voice would likely sound sad. "Yes," is all Maeve says. So she’s not really here for you. She’s not here to apologize.
"Well, you can feel free to leave; I’m not a boy, remember?" The words are bitter when they fall from your mouth. You’re not thinking when you say it. "I don’t want you to hate me anymore. I wanted to be with you. I did, but if I stayed, I would have put you in danger."
Of course, she’s deflecting. "So you cheated for my own good? That sounds so stupid," you scoff.
Maeve becomes very serious. "Being a hero isn’t what you think. It’s not about actually helping people. It’s about being a product that can be sold and palatable for the masses." After she says this, you take a seat and wait for her to continue. "Most of the heroes are narcissistic assholes that have no business having powers. They’re dangerous, and Homelander is the most dangerous."
"Homelander? Seriously? He’s like Jesus or something?" It’s hard to believe the top hero is a monster.
"Please, believe me," she begs. Maeve begins to explain what happened with the bartender right before she broke up with you. Maeve explains everything that she can without possibly endangering you.
"Maeve, I had no idea," you tell her. "I know what I said and did all those years ago was unforgivable, but I didn’t want to risk you trying to come and find me again," she says, sitting next to you.
Your curiosity gets the better of you, "How did he find out about us?" Maeve’s brow furrows. "I’m not sure. Maybe Vought knew and had a file on you or something, and he found it, but he knows. I don’t expect you to trust me right away, but getting you in the public eye is going to be the best way to keep you safe. If the public loves you, it will look suspicious if you suddenly disappear or die. He won’t touch you right now, but this is a short-term solution." You don’t respond.
"Vought’s marketing team wants to meet you tomorrow. A car will come pick you up at 3:00 tomorrow," Maeve leaves.
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A RELEASE
Queen Maeve x fem!reader
summary — working in a bar where supes go to calm their nerves and to blow off steam is kind of nerve racking. obviously saying no to a supe could go one of two ways: they either crawl back to whatever pathetic hole they came out of or they try to take advantage of you, but luckily using the threat of calling the media gets most of them to back off. but when queen maeve come to bar you are in for a ride.
warnings — smut (18+), alcohol, talks of sexual harassment, swearing, and some spoilers to season 3
word count — 4, 743
authors note — yayyyy! Yup another queen maeve fic, I just can’t stop writing her, she is amazing and I love her so much. Also happy pride I know it’s late but it’s here! also not proofread.
Queen Maeve masterlist | The Boys masterlist
You sigh as you walk through the door that leads into the bar. This bar was kind of like your own living hell, but with the paycheck and tips you got, you had decided to stay. The money was great and you didn’t need to worry about paying the bills and worrying how you were gonna find some food for the next week.
But working at Hypnosis (the bar you work in) has changed everything for you.
The Supes weren’t the best, some were nice and just wanted to get drinks and delve in their own self destruction. They didn’t do much; they just kept ordering drinks and you just kept serving them. Those weren’t the Supes you were worried about.
The Supes you were worried about were the ones who couldn’t take no for an answer, who thought just because they were a Supe meant that you would want to fuck them. That you were lucky to even be in their presence, that you should do whatever the fuck they want because their parents/guardians took them to Vought and had them drugged on Compound V.
Most of the time you wanted to roll your eyes and maybe knee some of them in the balls, but due to this being your job you just politely declined with the most fake smile you could plaster on.
Due to the extreme egos of some Supes that meant that you were bruising their own ego by saying no and sometimes tried to just rape you. You usually had some defense like, bringing up the media and calling them. If that didn’t work then you would try to get the attention of the bouncer (who was also a Supe), and he usually took care of them.
If some Supe had raped you, you probably couldn’t even do anything about it since the bar was owned by Vought and most of the Supes that came here worked for Vought. So if you did something you would probably end up in a grave being the worst case scenario, best case scenario you would probably be given some money and sent on your way, with all the trauma still with you.
But the most you got was groping, which just made you go home and wash your body as disgust washed all over you. You knew this job you had wasn’t going to stick forever and you would need to find a replacement job that might even be safer. But employment was a hard thing to find at the moment and for now this was just your normal.
Only a few members of The Seven had come to this bar and most of the time it was either The Deep and Translucent, who were both humongous creeps. A-Train came once and while but most of the time he would just be sitting off in a group basking in the glory of it all, and only occasionally flirting with you. Whilst The Deep and Translucent tried to have sex with you multiple times and it just ended with you just rolling your eyes and threatening to call the media, which made them sit back down and call you a bitch or a cunt because you wouldn’t sleep with them.
So you weren’t surprised to find out that The Deep had done what he did to Starlight.
One member of The Seven you were glad didn’t show up was Homelander. Something about him just seemed off to you, even before the whole sleeping with a Nazi thing. You knew if he came into this bar and he wanted to have sex with you, it was going to happen whether you wanted it or not. No one could stop him.
But lucky for you and every other waitress/bartender in this place, he hadn’t shown up at all.
Due to the scummy people that came to this bar has left you in no other words than horny. You couldn’t find a decent person to sleep with who didn’t try to assault you, or they were too much into themselves to even focus on your pleasure only focused on theirs.
To the surprise of no one the people you had slept with in the past month were guys and you hoped that at least one knew how to please a woman but nonetheless you were left a mess after each and every sexual endeavor.
You’d only had sex with two women in your life and those two were the ones you dated and even loved. But you couldn’t find a woman to sleep with due to you being too nervous to talk to women. It was kind of weird since you were outwardly confident to men but with women, they made your heart flutter that you’d think it would hop out of your chest and hop around. Even if it was a woman you just wanted to have sex with, you couldn’t gather the courage to go up and talk to them.
But you just dealt with the bad sex with the men in the bar and had to finish the job after they left (which wasn’t long).
So you had assumed that this time working in the bar would be the same exact way it goes every time you came to work. You get harassed and served drinks to them and other non harming Supes and maybe end up going home with one of them while you had to jerk off after they left since their head was too big and only focused on their own pleasure.
Walking into the bar, you started to serve the Supes with your fake smile plastered on your face and had idle chit chat with them. Some of them try to flirt with you but then end up being pulled away by other Supes. It wasn’t that busy tonight and you were glad since you were having a stressful day already and didn’t want any more.
Someone had sat on one of the barstools in front of you and you looked up in shock to see the one and only Queen Maeve sitting there with a tight smile on her face as if she’s been in this position before.
Now you knew who Queen Maeve was, I mean who didn’t know her. Anyone who said that were people probably living under a fucking rock. But you had loads of sympathy for her, since Homelander basically outed her on live television.
And you couldn't deny that she was an attractive woman.
You weren’t expecting one of The Seven to come in this bar (besides The Deep even though he was married and A-Train on a couple occasions) and you were shocked to say the least. Shaking off the shock you gave her a smile that mirrored hers getting ready to pour her a drink.
“What can I get you?” You questioned after clearing your throat, finally meeting her gaze.
“Just a whiskey please,” Maeve answered, giving you a once over, which you didn’t pick up on and nodded, going to get a glass and the bottle of whiskey.
Maeve hadn’t been to this bar even though she’s heard good things about it and it was only for Supes so it would be comfortable, but she usually did her self destruction in her own penthouse but after hearing A-Train rave about this place she had to check it out.
And hey if she could get away from Homelander it really didn’t matter.
But something about you made her stop in her tracks. It’s been a while since a woman has done that to her and that was Elena. She didn’t know what it was about you that made her like this, but maybe it’s just because you’re a beautiful woman.
But needless to say, you’ve caught her attention.
“Here you go,” You turn around saying and putting the glass of whiskey on the table and sliding it over to her. She mutters out a thanks before downing the whole thing.
“Another please,” Maeve requests, sliding the glass over to you and your eyebrows jump at that.
“Rough day,” You observe out loud pouring more whiskey into the glass and giving it to her again.
“Rough year,” Maeve corrects before taking a smaller sip of the whiskey before putting it down. “And even shitter day,” She says following it up.
“Definitely can relate to that,” You mutter. “You come with your teammate,” You question, pointing over to the direction where The Deep was hitting on one of your co-workers who looked mildly annoyed.
“Fuck no, wouldn’t follow that guy to the nicest bar in the city,” Maeve say with a little chuckle with a look of disgust on her face. She obviously didn’t like him that much and hey you couldn't really blame her, he definitely was an asshole. “Why does he come here often,” She asks, leaning forward a bit.
“Often is an understatement,” It’s your turn to chuckle now. “Yeah he’s married but it definitely doesn’t seem to turn him away,” You say with a hint of amusement in your tone.
“That’s not a shocker,” Maeve says, taking another drink of her whiskey. “So, how long have you been working here,” She questions.
“A few years, it’s definitely been a ride,” You say leaning against the bar, engaging in the conversation with her. Conversations with the customers was a usual thing and you were trying to tell yourself that it was just that. Talking to a customer to make them more comfortable, but deep down you knew it was something different. “I know it’s your first time here,” You say confidently.
“And how would you know that,” Maeve says with a smile, after finishing her drink and sliding it towards you. You took the hint and refilled it.
“Just a hunch, since the time I’ve been here, I’ve never seen you and none of my co-workers mentioned you, but hey I know some people like to keep it low key,” You explained.
“Well you would be correct, I’ve never been in this bar a day in my fucking life,” Maeve responds, tracing the rim of her glass, that had remained full. “But If I had known that someone as beautiful as you worked here, I would have shown up a hell of a lot sooner,” She sultry says, giving you a flirtatious smile.
You give her a look of surprise at the forward response and you can feel your heart start to race. She couldn’t be flirting with you, she was Queen fucking Maeve and you were just a non Supe bartender who was just trying to get by. You bit your lip and gave her a smile.
“That’s really sweet of you,” You blurt out and you're inwardly cringing at the response. Really was that all you could respond to. God this you were such a fucking loser.
“Trust me I can be a whole lot sweeter,” Maeve flirted before taking a drink of her whiskey.
You swallow, starting to feel your throat start to dry. God you didn’t even know how to respond to that and you let out a nervous chuckle at that.
“Uh I have to use the restroom, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” You say lying and scurrying off to the bathroom, where you rest your head on the cold wall.
You felt like your whole entire body was on fire and the whole conversation was replaying in your head and you suddenly felt like an idiot, you were already getting horny from a few sentences.
But you couldn’t help it. She was a very hot woman and you hadn’t had a decent orgasm with anyone in the past few months. The only time you had a release was with your own hand or a vibrator. You walked up to the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take deep breaths.
Turning on the sink you splashed some water onto your face, trying to cool off before you could return and even though you were nervous, you were also itching to get back to her and return to the conversation.
As you were trying to collect yourself the door opened and you turned around to see your co-worker standing there with a knowing smirk on her face.
“You’re being asked for,” Sophie says and you give her a confused look.
“What,” You question.
“Queen Maeve, I asked if she needed anything else besides the whiskey in her hand and she said you,” Sophie answers. “You seriously need to get out there before she starts to look for you herself,” She says, giving you a pat on your arm. “Now go out there and get lucky,” She whispers with a little laugh.
You laugh nervously before walking out of the bathroom and walking around the crowded people in the bar and finally made your way behind the bar and walked to Maeve who, to be honest, looked like she was bored out of her fucking mind.
“Heard you missed me,” You cooly say, as if your own heart didn't feel like it was about to explode.
“Well you’re the only thing in this bar that has my attention so it’s kinda hard not to,” Maeve responded with her own flirty comment.
“Need anything else, I can get some pretzels if you want some,” You ask, trying to shake off the horniness as if you weren’t already starting to get wet.
“Nope, no pretzels needed,” Maeve responds and puts her own hand on your arm, your breath hitched at that. She noticed and smirked. “When do you get off work,” She whispers the question leaning in closer to where your faces are inches apart.
“Uh, not for another hour,” You whispered, after looking at the clock.
Maeve groans. Just her luck. God she just needed you so fucking bad, and it wasn’t the need she had for the guys she fucked and kicked out of her room, you were different. She felt like she couldn’t wait to have you in any way that you wanted.
She moved her hand so that it was caressing your cheek and you felt heat travel up your neck to your cheeks, and it had to be obvious that she could feel it. She leaned in and pressed her lips against yours. Not wasting any time you move your lips along hers and her hand grabs your jaw and you moan into her mouth at the roughness. She slips her tongue inside your mouth and starts to explore the territory.
“I need you,” Maeve groans against your lips and starts to peck your lips. “So fucking bad,” She says in between pecks. If it weren’t the bar between the two of you, she’d start to train kisses down your neck, marking you. You held back a moan even though it was pretty loud.
Before you could say anything, you felt someone squeeze your shoulder and you turned your attention from Maeve to Sophie.
“Why don’t you just leave and I’ll take your shift,” Sophie says, giving you a look.
“Uh yeah,” You say as you feel Maeve's other hand move to your other cheek. “Let’s get out of here,” You say, turning around to Maeve who gave you a smirk.
Your back hits your door as Maeve trails kisses down your back and you let tiny moans that you tried to conceal, due to the fact that you weren’t even in your apartment yet. Maeve's hand moved to under your skirt and started to squeeze your thigh as you felt your panties start to get more and more drenched.
“Okay I need to unlock my door,” You say breathless as Maeve didn’t stop her sweet torture on your neck.
Before you could even try to unlock your door, Maeve moved one of her hands to the door and twisted it and opened the door herself. You looked at her in shock and you were gonna start to worry about how you were going to fix that until Maeve brought you into your living room and brought your lips to hers as her hands went to your shoulders.
You kiss her back, hard but definitely not as hard as her. You can feel her kisses maybe starting to bruise you. You felt like you were going to pass out due to the heat traveling all over your body.
“Where’s your bedroom,” Maeve questions in between kisses as she moves you around the apartment, accidents bumping into a chair and you let out a tiny laugh.
“Down the hall, to the left,” You muttered, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her again.
She maneuvered you around the apartment, til she found the door knob and opened the door and moved you to your bed. You took your shirt off and your bra trying to get naked as fast as possible. You look up and you didn’t even know how Maeve got all of her armor but you couldn’t think fast as she fell on top of you and kissed you.
You were still left in your skirt but that didn’t stop Maeve as she pulled your panties and the skirt off. She moved her hand to your core as she gently slid her fingers through your folds and you moaned into her mouth as she kept kissing you.
Her hand found your clit and she started to draw figure eights on the swollen nub while you moved your hand to her naked thigh and caressed her inner thigh as you gave gentle squeezes, trying to tease her. She whined your name into your mouth and you gave in.
You moved your fingers across her core as her fingers went to a halt but you didn’t even care at the moment, at the moment you just wanted to make her feel good.
Slipping your fingers inside of her, you started to thrust them in slowly and moved your thumb to your clit as she started to pepper kisses alongside your cheek and your neck as she moaned and whimpered into your ear.
“God your fingers feel so fucking good,” She moaned into your ear as you started to move your fingers faster and cured them into the right spot and she jolted her hips so as she moaned your name loudly.
You started to grind up on her thigh as you felt yourself get more and more turned on. Whilst you kept thrust your fingers up into Maeve and on one particular thrust Maeve squeezed her eyes shut as moaned into your neck. She squeezed her hand around your thigh, that’ll probably leave bruises but in that moment the pain made you let out a moan.
Removing your fingers from her pussy and you brought your fingers to your lips and slipped them into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her.
Meanwhile Maeve recovered from the mind blowing orgasm and began to kiss up your neck and unwrapped her hand from your thigh and slowly slid it up your body, to your breast, where she started to gently massage. She moves her lips to your mouth and captures your lip in a hot kiss that makes you moan into her mouth as she uses her thumb to rub circles on your already hard nipple.
You move your hands around her neck and bury your hands in her hair as she moves her tongue inside your mouth exploring the territory that she's tasted not so long ago. You thread your fingers in her red hair as her hand went from your breast to your neck and wrapped her fingers around your throat.
She gave your throat a gentle squeeze. You felt another tingle shoot straight down to your core as you moaned into her mouth. You moved your hands from her hair to her hips and started to grind them up to her thigh, moaning as you dragged your clit up and down her thigh, you were surprised that you hadn’t already orgasmed due to the sexual tension you had coiled in your stomach.
“God you are so wet,” Maeve moaned into your mouth as she put both her hands on your hips and pressed them into the bed so that you couldn’t thrust up to her thigh.
“Oh come on I need something,” You whined out, deciding to stop trying to thrust up, because Maeve could literally stop a truck with her body, she can most certainly stop you from thrusting up.
“Calm down, don’t worry I’m gonna get you what you want,” Maeve smirked down at you, admiring your body as in this flustered state. “Just relax,” She cooed, before getting up and leaving you confused in a state of lust. “You have any handcuffs,” She questions, making your eyebrows jump at the question. She was looking around your darkened room.
“Uh maybe why do you ask,” You question, sitting up and closing your legs so you didn’t feel so exposed. Now you were no stranger to having sex toys, and things akin to that, you loved being tied down and loved tying people down. With that question she asked still in the air, you could feel your pussy throb at that, you needed something and you couldn’t wait to get it.
“Come on, I know you’re not that stupid,” Maeve teases, giving you a look. You smirk as you bite your lip as you stare at her.
“There’s some in this top drawer,” You give her answer, quietly as if it would disturb the tension in the air. Maeve traveled to the dressers on the left side of your bed. You give her a smile as she pulls out two pairs of handcuffs.
“Looks like you’ve been at this for a while,” Maeve smirks as she looks through the drawer, seeing all the toys inside.
“Come on, I thought you were just looking for the handcuffs,” You say trying to sound strong, but it comes off in a whine which makes Maeve chuckle. You couldn’t help it, you were thoroughly turned on.
“Gosh you sound like a fucking brat,” Maeve let’s out a little laugh as she sat there kneeled besides the bed. You give her a pout, giving her what she thought you were. “Although I think you are one,” Maeve groans as she stands up and you look up at her, excited for what’s gonna happen next.
“You got that right,” You say, batting your eyelashes up at her, as she moves onto the bed.
Maeve lays you down again as she sets the handcuffs to the side, you look up at her as she leans down to give you a deep kiss that makes you moan into her moan and try to reach up and wrap your arms around her. Although she doesn’t allow you to as she moves away from you making you whine again. God she was right you do sound like a brat.
“Don’t worry, like I said I’m gonna give you what you want,” Maeve says, lifting one of your hands and handcuffing it to the headboard and doing the same with the other hand. You shake your hands in the toy as if to show her that you can’t get out. You felt like you were going to explode with how wet you were.
Her hands glide down your body as her mouth leans down to bite at your neck and start to suck bruises. You moan out her name as she pinches your nipple in her right hand, you rub your thighs together trying to have some friction on your aching pussy.
She gives your lip a little bite as her head moves down lower to wrap her wet lips around your already sensitive and hard nipple, as strings of moans keep falling out of your mouth, that you might be worried that the neighbors might hear. But in this moment you don’t give a fuck, you just needed her.
Whilst her mouth was working on your nipple her hand decides to glide down your body to your throbbing core. She teases your folds as you bite your lip and moan, trying to keep you from screaming her name. Her fingers nudge your clit as you feel your whole entire body set on fire. You want to wrap your hands around her. The restrictions of your hands make you just wrap them around the handcuffs and squeeze them. You’re squirming on the bed as you're basically just a mess with her.
She looks up at you from where her head is, lips around your nipple and sucking on the hard bud.
“Maeve,” You moan as she moves her fingers lower to your entrance and then just thrusts them in hard making you jump a little. Whimpering as her fingers already find the precious spot that could make you see stars.
She shushes you, removing her mouth from your nipple. Then decides to decorate your body with hickeys littering all of your stomach as she continues to thrust your fingers up into your pussy, always stopping when she feels like you are going to come. Meanwhile you’re just moaning and groaning as she works her magic on you.
Sliding further down the bed she starts to suck the skin on your thighs and move from one leg to the other, making sure to give them the same amount of attention. You feel her start to move faster making you clench around her fingers as you whimper her name out for what felt like the millionth time. But as soon as she does that she stops and you slouch against the bed in frustration.
Even though you’re frustrated, you know this orgasm is going to be one of the best you ever had in your whole life.
“I bet you taste as amazing as you look,” Maeve mutters against your thigh, making you clench around her fingers and she chuckles silently.
In a swift motion, Maeve's mouth moves to your pussy and wraps her soft lips around your throbbing clit. You let out a loud moan as she starts to thrust her fingers again, hitting that same spot over and over again.
And there it is, you can feel the burn from the coiling tension inside your stomach. You were about to cum and it seems finally she was going to let you. Looking up at you through her eyelashes she runs her experienced tongue around your clit, lapping at it and then wrapping your clit in between her lips again and sucks harder.
Due to the constant, fingering of your g spot and her sucking on your clit and there it is. You arch your back off the bed and finally climax on her fingers. You moan her name loudly, probably loud enough that would wake the neighbors and you would be worried but with the shaking of your legs at the moment you don’t. Even though your eyes are squeezed shut, you can still see stars.
Maeve smiles as she sucks your cum off her fingers and slides up your body and presses her lips against yours, this time much softer than before. You hum into your mouth as you can still feel your legs twitch from the intense orgasm.
“The keys are in the drawer,” You murmur, still feeling hazy.
“No shit Sherlock,” Maeve rolls her eyes and gives your thighs a teasing slap. Which makes you jolt up. She rustles around to find them and then releases you from the toys.
You stretch and sit up as your hands and arms are finally free. You gasp in shock as Maeve brings you down with her arms, so that your head is resting on her chest. Her hands rub down your back in a soothing manner that makes you smile.
“You’re gonna have to stay the night at least, don’t want anyone breaking in with the door knob you broke,” You mutter as you feel your eyes droop from exhaustion.
“Don’t worry,” Maeve promises as she reaches for the blankets and pulls them around the both of you. “I’ll keep you safe and your door knob will be fixed by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Well if you’re staying I wouldn’t be mad if you found some creative ways to wake me up,” You whisper out the tease making her squeeze your butt.
“Is that consent,” She questions with a quirk of an eyebrow.
“Definitely.”
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Kick It Out (Queen Maeve x Reader)
Summary: Maeve doesn’t date, for her own good and that of anyone she might be interested in. Teaching you how to kickbox definitely isn’t dating, even if the two of you do flirt every time you’re alone.
Note: Female reader with some references to being plus size, but not enough for me to designate the fic as such. No other descriptors are used. This takes place slightly before Homelander outed Maeve, but she still does a lot of internal shittalking about him. Hopefully I did well with her characterization because I’m already planning a follow-up. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.
Word count: 3k
Warnings: Some references to homophobia Maeve’s experienced. Homelander vaguely threatens the reader to Maeve. Semi-public fingering, Maeve's kinda rough. Do not interact if you’re under 18.
It was a coincidence, really, when Maeve walked by Vought’s employee gym during one of the yoga sessions that was part of HR’s company wellness initiative. She’d forgotten Vought even had that, not interacting much with the corporation's rank and file on a regular basis and using The Seven’s exclusive gym to train. The employee gym was spacious, clean, and at that moment filled with dozens of Vought employees in a rainbow of athleticwear. Maeve could remember the old Jane Fonda workout tapes her mom used to put on in the mornings, how pleased she was with little Maggie’s rapt attention at the videos. You always need to keep your body moving, Maggie. It’s so important.
Her eyes scanned the group lazily until they landed on you in the middle of a stretch that made Maeve feel like that little girl staring at Jane Fonda in spandex all over again. She licked her lips, giving you a quick once over before anyone could notice. You would become target number one the moment Homelander got a whiff she was remotely interested in you. Her fists clenched at the thought of how he–and her own complacency–ruined her relationship with Elena. She couldn’t do that to you, not that she even knew your name, and she wouldn’t learn it if she could help it. She wasn’t that selfish.
At least, that’s what she thought, until somehow she kept running into you. An interview here, a briefing there, she wasn’t even sure what you did at Vought exactly. It didn’t matter. You clearly hadn’t drunk the Kool-Aid, viewing your job as a way to pay the bills instead of the feverish devotion so many of its employees had. She started looking forward to seeing you, taking the opportunity to stand next to you when she could and exchange quips back and forth about how corny a promotion seemed or how weird the marketing team was.
Like clockwork, though, you’d be in the employee gym whenever the yoga classes were being held. She casually brought it up one day, asking if you were really that into yoga, or just taking advantage of the free classes.
You nodded. “Yoga’s nice, but I’d love to get into kickboxing or something. I’m kind of nervous to sign up for a class. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep up.”
“I can teach you,” Maeve said, the words coming out of her mouth before she could even think.
“Are you sure? That’d be great, but only if you have the time and everything.”
“Yeah, let me give you my number. It’ll be easier to plan that way.”
You handed your phone to her, and she quickly entered her personal number into your messages, texting a simple ‘Hey’ to herself. She hesitated a moment before giving you back your phone. Okay, this was for real. She was committing to it.
“I’ll text you later. I’m free most weeknights, so just let me know,” you said cheerfully.
A sour mix of excitement and regret clouded her mind until you left, and as she walked down the hall to the elevator, she thought she’d at least have a chance to at least convince herself that it wouldn’t be that bad. She was never that lucky.
“Uncharacteristically nice of you to offer to help out Y/N,” Homelander said, almost as if materializing out of nowhere.
Maeve balled her hands into fists at her side. Why did he always have to be lurking? Recently, he had been fucking off to god only knows where, sometimes for days at a time. Of course he had to be around when she finally made a move. “I’m just full of surprises.”
“Your heart’s beating like a racehorse, Maeve. You’re not that excited about just practicing some kickboxing moves, are you? I’d be a better partner than her, in that case. You and I are practically indestructible. Her on the other hand—it’s amazing how fragile humans are.”
Maeve remained silent, letting out a shaky breath as she refused to acknowledge his taunting.
“You think she knows her sports bra is a size too small? I mean, one downward dog and her tits are practically spilling out of—“
“Get a grip,” Maeve snapped.
“Hey, don’t be like that. It’s just locker room talk,” Homelander said, a menacing smile plastered across his face. “Speaking of surprises, I wonder what Y/N would think if she knew this was all a ploy for you to get into those tight yoga pants of hers. I guess I can’t blame you. Not exactly my type, but with the way you can see her panty line through them, she’s practically asking for it.”
“Asking for what?” she asked, standing taller as she looked him in the eye, daring him to make his threat.
“Hit a nerve there, huh, Maeve?”
“Mind your business, and I’ll mind mine.”
“Well, you sure know how to pick ‘em,” he said abruptly.
She knew him well enough that it meant someone was coming down the hall, and he didn’t want them hearing a word he said. Scoffing, she shook her head as she walked away, trying to keep a brave face as she made her way to the elevator.
Storming into her suite, she slammed the door behind her and threw the nearest breakable object at the wall before collapsing onto the couch, her head in her hands. Fuck. She’d been too obvious, too careless, and now you were going to be on the receiving end of it. Keeping her distance wouldn’t be fair to you, and it’d only put you in more danger when it came to Homelander. As much of a Girl Scout as Starlight could be sometimes, at least she was willing to risk it all for Hughie, even when he was lying through his teeth to her about Butcher and Compound V. At the very least, Maeve could do the same for you moving forward.
Still, she decided she was way too sober for her liking, and dug through her cabinets to find a half-drunk bottle of vodka, wanting to escape the gravity of the situation she found herself in for just a little while.
The next day, she woke up a few minutes past eleven, her head pounding as she checked her phone. A few missed calls and texts, including one from you: ‘Hey! Homelander said you were sick. Hope you feel better soon💐’
Between the thought of Homelander being near you and her raging hangover, Maeve leaned over the side of the bed, throwing up into the nearby trash can. She got another text from Ashley, asking if she’d still be able to do her designated crime fighting schedule that night since she was supposed to team up with A-Train. Staring at the text, she grinned, getting out of bed to choke down a few aspirin and make her way to crime analytics.
The department’s office was depressingly dark, and the girl who nervously pulled up the schedule for the next few weeks looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Opening the notes on her phone, she quickly typed what days and times Homelander would be away from the tower. It wasn’t perfect, but it’d do while she figured out how to take control of the situation.
Your kickboxing lessons with her began a little after seven on a Thursday evening. Maeve had asked you to keep everything under wraps, claiming she didn’t want everyone pestering her to train them. This was a one-off thing because you were friends. She was relieved at how your face lit up when she put it that way.
The whole arrangement made her realize how rusty she was at flirting with someone she was actually interested in, as opposed to the sleazy guys she’d bring up to the tower for one-night stands only to kick them out afterward. Training with you was great, you were eager to learn despite struggling to pick up some of the moves. She took the opportunity to stand close to you, putting her arms over yours and guiding your movements, her body framing yours. Sometimes her hands would linger over your skin, feeling how soft you were against her until she felt you shiver or heard your breath hitch. The physical, intimate closeness drove her crazy. In those moments, she wondered what your whole body felt like, your stomach and thighs surely plush beneath her fingertips.
Things came to a head during your fourth training session. Homelander hadn’t been at the tower for a day or so, and you were acting bolder. There was no way you didn’t catch her staring at the way you bounced around while Heart’s ‘Kick It Out’ blasted from the speakers you’d connected your phone to. She was sure you were doing it on purpose at that point.
“I think I’m almost as good as you,” you joked, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead.
She laughed. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Bring it on!”
Wiping the sweat from your brow, you stood across from her on the training mat. Your stance wasn’t the best, but you were trying despite her dodging your blows with ease. Just because she liked you, it didn’t mean she was going to hand you a win. You were having fun, a smile on your face as she caught your lifted leg before you could really kick.
In any other scenario, she figured you could hold your own pretty well in a fight with a non-supe. You threw a punch which Maeve blocked without so much as blinking. One more time, you went for another kick, only for her to send you flat on your back with a thud.
She pinned you to the mat, the two of you silent except for your breathing. Maeve didn’t do anything but stare at your face, just mere inches from hers for a few moments. God, you were fucking pretty. Your eyes seemed to sparkle despite the harsh gym lighting, and your parted lips were almost calling to her.
“You win,” you said softly from beneath her.
“Do I get a prize?”
“Wanna get drinks after this? On me?”
She smiled, reluctantly getting up from on top of you. “Hope you have your credit card ready.”
You took her outstretched hand, almost surprised at how fluidly she pulled you up onto your feet, until you remembered she was the strongest woman in the world, after all. The fact that she was getting drinks with you was a plus.
“I know a few places in my neighborhood, if you don’t mind going out to Brooklyn,” you said. “They’re kind of dives, but they’re fun.”
“That honestly sounds perfect.”
“Okay. I’m gonna shower and change really quick.”
She nodded. “Take your time.”
As soon as you disappeared into the locker room, Maeve looked down at her costume, internally groaning. It was the furthest thing from inconspicuous. In all honesty, she missed having a secret identity, the small thing that separated her from the persona that Vought manufactured for her. Whether for sentimentality or foolish hope of a situation like this one, she’d kept some of her street clothes.
Glancing at the locker room again, she decided to rush up to her suite and throw on something that would afford the two of you some privacy. Tapping her foot impatiently, she waited for the elevator doors to open before slipping inside and pressing the button for her floor.
When she reached her suite, she frowned at the selection of clothing in her dresser. Touching one shirt, she felt a lump form in her throat. The somewhat coarse fabric sent memories rushing back, she’d worn it on one of her last dates with Elena, before she handed her whole life over to Vought and Homelander sunk his hooks into her. There was a slight stain on the sleeve, evidence of Elena’s wine glass that had tipped over when some asshole decided to make it clear that he didn’t approve of their date, so he had to make it the whole restaurant’s problem. When he started becoming aggressive, Maeve grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him over, knocking him into at least three other tables with the sheer force she used. That was the catalyst for her initially fake relationship with Homelander, as Vought’s marketing team decided it would improve her image after the incident.
She exhaled, shaking her head as she tried grounding herself. Things could be different with you. She’d take back control of her life—from Vought, from Homelander, from her own self-sabotage. Her outfit choice for the kind-of-but-not-really date was simple. She ran her fingers through her signature styled waves, messing her hair up a bit to make her less recognizable. Seeing herself in the mirror, she smiled. For the first time in months, she looked and felt like herself.
Her phone buzzed, and to her relief, it was a text from you.
‘Hey! Ready to go when you are🍻’
Biting her lip, she retyped her response to you three times before sending, ‘Great be down in a min😄’
She instantly regretted her choice of emoji, but it didn’t matter, something that simple wasn’t going to ruin her night. After all, she couldn’t remember the last time she was asked out by someone she actually liked. You hadn’t explicitly said it was a date, but the tension was there, and Maeve hoped to god she wasn’t reading too much into things.
You were waiting in the gym for her, now changed back into your work clothes of a blouse and skirt. In the meantime, you had pulled up the info for some of the bars that you and your friends frequented in your neighborhood. She looked over them quickly, settling on a 70s-themed one you recommended based on the decor and cheap burgers. Her mind raced while the two of you walked down the hall and to the elevator, deciding to leave through a service corridor rather than the building’s main floor.
As the elevator made its descent to the lower levels of the building, Maeve figured she at least owed it to you to let you know what you were getting yourself into. She’d already put you at risk with the amount of time she was spending with you. You looked at her in confusion when she pressed the emergency stop.
“You know this isn’t just drinks, right?”
You smiled a bit, “What is it then?”
“Y/N, I’m serious,” she said. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Maeve, can you just be real with me instead of the cryptic shit?”
“Fuck," she groaned. "Okay, look. I’m into you, but Homelander’s a jealous son of a bitch who won’t let me have a life, so the fact that we’ve been spending time together and going out for drinks means you’re in serious danger.”
You were quiet for a few moments. She took your silence as an understandable rejection, moving to press the emergency stop button to bring you back up until you spoke.
“I’ll take the risk.”
“Are you sure? Y/N, Homelander won’t hold back. I’ll do what I can to protect you, but–”
You looked at her, really looked at her, as she laid out the risks for you clear as day. It didn’t matter. You’d come to the conclusion pretty quickly that she was worth it. She was Queen fucking Maeve for Christ’s sake. Most importantly, though, you were into her too, and you’d never forgive yourself for passing up the opportunity to go out with her and see where things led.
As she was in the middle of listing ways Homelander could kill you, you interrupted her with a quick peck on the lips, enough to startle her out of her rant for a moment. That seemed to get the message through, because she kissed you, backing you into the elevator wall across from the closed doors.
You parted your lips for her, happy to let her take the lead as she cupped your cheek in her hand, her fingers pulling your face closer to her. Even though she’d just pinned you to the floor less than an hour earlier, you were taken aback by how strong she was. She bit gently on your bottom lip, her teeth tugging at it before kissing you again.
Groping one of your breasts through your blouse, she moved her hand further down your body until she reached your thighs, her fingers gently tracing undistinguishable patterns into your skin. You could feel her start to play with the hem of your skirt before sliding her hand beneath it.
You whispered a soft “yes” against her lips when her fingers brushed against the damp spot on your panties. Pressing her fingers against your core, she watched your face contort in pleasure as you whimpered for more.
It felt like eternity before she finally pushed her hand past the cotton material and began teasing your clit, ignoring your aching pussy. She pressed hot, open kisses against your skin before settling on the crook of your neck, biting into the tender skin so hard you almost thought it would break.
“Maeve, fuck,” you moaned.
“Too hard?”
You bit your lip, shaking your head. “Harder.”
Maeve grinned, slipping her index and middle fingers into your pussy, and you were almost embarrassed at how wet you were. She didn’t care, curling her fingers inside you, pumping them in and out until your breath caught in your throat. You gasped as you gripped her shoulders, trying to keep your legs from giving out from under you. Using her other hand, she held you up by your thigh, her fingers squeezing your soft flesh.
You leaned your head back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as she began rubbing her thumb against your clit, bringing her attention back to it as your pussy clenched around her fingers. She brought her lips to your ear, her teeth grazing your earlobe before she whispered, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”
“I’m close,” you barely managed to say.
“Don’t hold back. I wanna feel you,” she said, her voice raspy as she squeezed your thigh for emphasis.
“Fuck–fuck, I’m–”
You came on her hand, fully relying on her strength to keep you up as she kept fingering you through your orgasm. Pressing her lips to yours, you were hardly able to kiss her back as you moaned into her mouth, your fingers clawing at the wall behind you as you tried getting a grip on something.
Finally, she pulled her hand from your pussy, and the one that had been holding you by your thigh wrapped around your waist to support you. She brought her hand to her mouth, licking your juices off of them so casually you wouldn’t have thought anything of it. You kissed her again, feeling lightheaded at the taste of yourself on her lips. Still, you figured someone must have noticed by then that the elevator wasn’t working. You didn’t even want to think about anyone finding you and Maeve like that, especially if Homelander ended up hearing about it through the grapevine.
“My roommate’s working the night shift,” you whispered, your voice noticeably hoarser than before. “I’ve got beer at my place.”
“Fuck the bar,” Maeve said, kissing you again.
You let out a yelp that dissolved into a fit of giggles as she literally swept you off your feet. She smiled, pressing the emergency stop button, sending the two of you back down to the service corridor you’d be slipping out into the night from.
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Don't take me now
Male Reader x Queen Maeve
Request - Could you do queen maeve x male reader
Your world fell apart and you are starting to feel angry. You found out that your girlfriend slept with Billy the Butcher.
“You are lying!” You yelled.
“Y/n, tell me why would I lie? She isn't even denying it, your girlfriend is not denying it. What would be my reason for ruining your relationship with Maeve” Homelander said.
He puts his arm around your shoulder, he is right she isn't denying it. It was supposed to be a team meeting but it went left.
“Why aren't you denying it?” You asked.
“Y/n… Y/n, I can explain… we- it was a weak moment -” Queen Maeve said.
Your hands turned into fists. Before the meeting, Homelander and Maeve had a private conversation. He believes that Maeve and Billy are planning something against him, she tells him there isn't anything going on but Homelander doesn't believe her.
“We are over!” You yelled.
“Y/n, let me explain. I'm sorry, please let me explain” Maeve said.
“Explain, what Maeve? You broke his heart, how dare you” Homelander said.
He keeps adding fire to the conversation and you believe him.
“I quit the team!” You yelled.
You started to walk away then Maeve grabbed your arm.
“Wait-” Maeve said.
“Let me go now!” You yelled.
She lets go of your arm, and before you leave you punch the wall extremely hard. Now, there is a huge hole in the wall and one of your abilities is super strength. You are still feeling angry and Maeve feels bad about what she did.
“Why did you tell him?!” Maeve yelled.
“He should have the right to know. Y/n is a nice guy and yeah he gets on my nerves but he should know” Homelander smiled.
“You are the worst!” Maeve said.
“I didn't cheat on him. Because of you, he left the team” Homelander said.
Maeve walked away and she was feeling terrible. You didn't know what to do at first, but you went to the woods alone. You went deep into the woods, and you started to punch a tree. Having super strength, you don't feel pain when you punch something hard.
You are letting out your frustration and you keep punching the tree. Your cell phone started to ring and it's Maeve. You don't answer her but there is a big rock next to you, and you kick the rock and it breaks into pieces. You are breathing hard and you break your phone by squeezing too hard.
When you first joined the team, that's where you met Maeve. At first, you and Maeve didn't work well because you would show off while saving people. But slowly, you and Maeve got to know each other and started to mess around then you and Maeve became serious. She told you about her history of dating Homelander. You never opened up to someone until you started dating her, and you thought she was the one.
Maeve is alone in her apartment. She tried calling and sending texts, but it didn't go through. She starts to think about what to do for your forgiveness. She hopes you will give her another chance. She has a picture of you two together saved in her phone, she stares at the picture and starts to cry.
✫ ✬ ✫ ✬
You still save people around the city, you don't help your old team. But it's hard to avoid Maeve because she is everywhere even on TV. You still haven't spoken to her since the breakup and she hasn't stopped trying to talk to you.
Today, you went to stop a money heist and the bad guys got away with a van. Also, Maeve arrived and you are not happy to see her.
“You don't have a choice to work together and stop them,” Maeve said.
You don't say anything and you go after the van. She starts to follow and you start to help citizens move out of the way. But Maeve stopped the van with her body then you ripped the doors open. You pull out the bad guys and throw them against the cars. The cops arrived and started to arrest them
“Y/n, wait. Please can we talk, please” Maeve pleads.
���Why should we talk?” You said.
“I’m sorry that I hurt you and I broke your trust. I will do anything to win back your trust, whatever it is I will do it” Maeve said.
“You hurt me and I had to find out from Homelander! You know I hate that guy but you didn't even try to tell me” You said.
You walk away and she goes after you.
“Please, Y/n. I don't want Billy or anyone else, you mean so much to me. You're the only man I want” Maeve said.
You walk away and you go home. She held back her tears and she left the crime scene.
——-
You are home eating dinner and watching a movie. You hear a knock at the door and you go to open it. You notice that your ex-girlfriend is drunk and you let her inside your apartment.
“Y/n, I'm happy to see you,” Maeve said.
“You are drunk. You shouldn't be here, Maeve” You said.
She moved closer to you and she put her hands on your cheeks.
“I love you so fucking much, Y/n. I-I fucked and I'm sorry but I don't want to be without you. I will do-” Maeve said.
She never said those words before then you sighed. She kissed you on the lips and you moved away. You take her to the bedroom and she sits on the bed then she starts to cry.
“Why are you crying?” You asked.
“Because you hate me and you will leave me forever. I never felt like this before about anyone and I fucked it up” Maeve cried.
“Stay the night. Go to sleep because you need it, Maeve” You said.
You help her take off her shoes and she lies down. You put a blanket on her and she won't let go of your hand.
“Please don't leave,” Maeve said in a low voice.
“I will be in the living room watching a movie. Go to sleep, you need to rest” You said.
“Okay,” Maeve said.
She lets go of your hand and you leave the room. She closed her eyes and went to sleep, you continued to watch the movie while eating.
The next day… Maeve wakes up with a bad headache. She looks around and recognizes it's your bedroom, but she doesn't remember how she got there. She gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen and you are making breakfast.
“How did I get here?” Maeve asked.
“I don't know. You just showed up drunk and crying and told me how you felt. I let you sleep in my room while I slept on the couch. There is coffee and food, you need it” You said.
“Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to come here unexpectedly,” Maeve said.
“We can be friends but I can't trust you right now,” You said.
“I don't want to pressure you into forgiving me when you are not ready,” Maeve said.
“Okay,” You said.
✫ ✬ ✫ ✬
You and Maeve are taking it slow just being friends. You haven't joined the team again and Maeve left the team also. While fighting bad guys, she saw you get stabbed with a metal pole through the stomach. She ran towards you and you are bleeding out fast.
“Pull it out! I need to heal before I bleed to death” You said.
“Hold still!” Maeve said.
She pulls out the metal pole and you start to scream. But your body is starting to heal, she grabbed you and rushed you to the hospital.
“You know, I have rapid healing,” You said.
“I know. But I always worry about you when you get hurt” Maeve said.
“Same,” You said.
The doctor and nurses are taking care of your wounds. She didn't leave your side and your body is still healing on the inside. She was going to say something but she kissed you on the lips, you kissed her back.
“Sorry, I just really wanted to kiss you, Y/n” Maeve said.
“It’s fine, Maeve. I can go home now” You said.
You put on your shirt.
“Yeah…” Maeve said in a low voice.
“Do you want to join me for dinner?” You asked.
“Do you mean it?” Maeve asked.
“Yes. Maybe a burger or pasta?” You said.
She smiled at you.
“I would like to join you for dinner,” Maeve said.
You and Maeve leave the hospital together. You take her to a restaurant and you want to take it slow with her.
“How about we go away together? We could start over and maybe bond over something new” Maeve said.
“I will think about it. We could take it slow” You said.
“I know. I won't give up winning back your trust” Maeve said.
After dinner, you invited her back to your apartment.
#Queen Maeve imagine#queen maeve x reader#Queen Maeve x male reader#the boys imagine#x male reader#male!reader#male reader#male reader imagine
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going on vacation with queen maeve would include
Masterlist | Rules | Taglist | Library | More Royalty AU | AO3
synopsis: A few months after getting into The Seven, your mind and body were on the edge. Good for your that your girlfriend™ knows exactly how to make Madelyn shut the fuck up.
warnings: vought. female!reader. this is fluffy!
• It's funny how you thought for so long that Maeve didn't give a damn about you. Because now, seeing clearly what she is doing, you notice how much she really cares. How deeply Maggie cares about you.
• Your relationship now being real don't make everything easy. It makes easier, of course, but it still pretty fucked up to be used as Vought way of making pink money. But as time passes, you noticed all the little things Maeve did so it would be easier for you. The fact that she does that in secret is what really makes your heart skip a beat.
• Like when you discovered that Maeve fought with Madelyn so your birthday would be a private event. Or when your copyright percentage got higher because of her. And there was that day Maeve discussed for over a hour with the marketing guys so you could cut your hair however you wanted. And the time a "journalist" threatened to expose a story about your normal life so she... You still don't know what exactly she did, but the story never saw daylight.
• So when out of sudden, in the middle of the most tiring week of your entire life, Ashley informed you that your vacations was postponed to next week by the HR people; you knew it was her. Of course it was.
• You both talked to her about your plans, and Ashley took care of everything. She usually does. She made sure there was no one on the beach, no paparazzi, not even a leaf out of place. If there was one thing you valued, it was your secret identity, and since Maeve also took the same care, every precaution was necessary.
• After a car trip, Maeve doesn't get on planes under any circumstances, complete with lots of diabetic sweets and loud music, you finally arrived at the cabin. Everything inside was some kind of licensed Vought product, but ignoring that until you looked like just a normal couple. Nothing surprising. No drama, no pr stunts, no forced smiles. It was just you and Maggie, and that was all.
• Maggie spent the whole week running the bar. You've already discussed her being basically a functional alcoholic, but she's always emphasized the functional. She took care of the drinks, you took care of the barbecues, and the two of you tried to understand how to make Starlight Seasoned Rice™.
• Maggie was more the type to pick up a gothic novel, apply sunscreen until she looked like a ghost, and toast on a beach sarong. You were the one challenging the sea to a fight. And cursing the hot sand.
• Caught up in Jane Eyre's poor choice to marry someone she discovered had locked his first wife in the basement, Maggie didn't think she needed to worry. Until the salt water fell on her and her book, and Maggie saw you with your smirk and a yellow toy bucket. You wanted war? Okay.
• Playing fights with your girlfriend is one of the most common things in relationships. Playing fights with your super powerful warrior goddess hot girlfriend is much more interesting. Will Maggie one day realize how much you love being beneath her? She probably already did.
• With hydrating hair masks, tasty meat, strong drinks and practically inedible rice™, you fell asleep on the sofa in the cabin while you tried to prove to Maggie that Emile Brontë was the best sister.
• You both deserved that.
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Y/n is holding on with the last of her strength, so as not to cry.
Men:
Homelander: rolls his eyes and makes a face of disgust.
A-Train: "well, you... Well, don't be sad, come on. Good luck to you."
The Deep: "oh, come on. It's not that bad. The poor things in the ocean are much worse off, don't be selfish!"
Black Noir: hastily turns away, continuing his business.
Ladies:
Ashley: "when you smile, my legs are buckling!"
Queen Maeve: "my heart beats faster because of your beautiful eyes!"
Starlight: "when you're next to me, the stars shine brighter!"
Ashley: "A beautiful flower, that grew out of pain, I will take care of you. There is no need to be afraid anymore."
Starlight: "I will hold you close to me, so you are not afraid of the darkness inside of you."
Queen Maeve: "everyone who hurt you, is a dead man. I will kill all those, who dared to touch you."
#the boys#homelander#john#john homelander#a train#a-train#reginald franklin#the deep#deep#kevin moskowitz#black noir#queen maeve#margaret shaw#starlight#annie january#ashley barrett#queen maeve x reader#queen maeve x you#starlight x reader#starlight x you#annie january x reader#annie january x you#ashley barrett x reader#ashley barrett x you
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Distance
Queen Maeve x Reader (x Homelander)
Warnings: Implied homophobia, non consensual touching.
Notes: I started writing this and forgot about it, so here’s the rushed copy! Personally, I think there’s a little too much happening. Also, I haven’t seen the newest season just yet!
The party’s atmosphere could be seen as pleasant to those who enjoyed a night out, but to you it was nothing short of constricting.
Since your arrival, a never ending supply of smiling faces had greeted the both of you. Hands were shook, words were exchanged, and blinding pictures were taken. You had always disliked these types of grand public gatherings, especially those who’s sole purpose was to layer on this purely fabricated image of the Seven… as though more coats would surely change its core.
Beyond the many ways Vought chose to portray their stars, and on this particular night, Maeve personally chose to distance herself from you. At least, that’s how it felt when she barely rose a hand to your waist on the carpet, or when she’d brush your hand away when you attempted to hold hers. It was unusual, you thought, but more than anything you couldn’t escape the sudden tumbling of loneliness.
Currently, you stood by the large surrounding windows overlooking the city and watched inwardly as Maeve greeted every memorable name from donors to sponsors. You knew this was only business — the way she treated you when in public — but, deep down, it still hurt.
Your mind wandered to earlier that evening, to an argument you had had with Maeve only a few hours before the party.
“Can we stay home?” You asked the bathroom door. As you glanced back, the dress sitting on your bed taunted you. Maeve opened the door, settling into the doorframe as she locked eyes with you.
“We can’t do that,” She replied exasperatedly. “We’re booked for a public appearance.”
“Maggie—“
“Don’t.” She cuts you off, looking at you pleadingly. Nicknames weren’t going to change her mind. “Please, don’t do this tonight.” You shut your mouth, adverting your eyes to look anywhere else, and fisted your hands at your sides. Maeve walked past you, brushing her fingers up your arm as she did.
You had known tonight - and any other, at that - wasn’t her fault. Still, you couldn’t help but ask those helpless questions at any chance that peeked it’s head.
“You should get dressed,” She suddenly says. You turn to watch her pat down the skirt of your awaiting dress.
“I don’t want to go.” You reply bitterly.
She ignores it.
“At this rate, we’re going to be late.”
“I’m staying he—“
“You don’t understand, do you?” She suddenly asks, wiping her head in your direction with a scowl. “That we literally can’t miss this party? Do you know how many people will be there?”
Your eyes flutter around the room, and you suck in your lip.
Yes, you’re aware of the social repercussions. It’s been the subject of questions, discussions, and arguments for as long as you’d been with Margaret… or, rather, Queen Maeve.
A private relationship had been something you both wanted, when it were even possible. A secret identity had been built, but it never stood a chance against the curious prying of Vought’s finest.
“I’m tired of all these public appearances,” You whined. “I just want to stay home.”
Maeve sighed before making her way to you. She placed her palms against either side of your face, and gently pressed her nose to yours. “I understand.” She spoke, and your eyes met briefly before they began to roam your features.
“I can register us for a vacation,” She begins to suggest and continues by listing different hotspots.
While a vacation sounded nice, the inevitable and unavoidable truth of your situation would lead you back exactly where it all began. You will always return home to cameras, watchful eyes, and slippery tongues… and that’s not concerning the media surely trailing behind anywhere you two would decide to travel.
“I‘d like that.” You whispered back despite it all. You raised your hands to hold hers against your cheeks. It isn’t Margaret’s fault, you reminded yourself again. You smiled at her warmly, and she followed with a smile of her own.
“You look lonely over here,” You jump as you’re suddenly torn from your thoughts. “In this secluded corner.” As the familiar voice registers, your stomach drops. You turn your head to the right as your eyes slowly creep up the familiar blue chest of Homelander’s suit. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at you. “Why is that?” He asks, tilting his head as he observed your every move.
“There are too many guests for my liking.” You respond somewhat honestly, feeling your body tense.
“Ah,” He lifts his gaze and looks around the open room. People are walking about, joining circles, leaving circles, forming circles, and all of the above. “Maybe you’re right. There are a few faces I could do without seeing.”
Homelander was, unfortunately, one of the few people you recognized in the vastly unfamiliar crowd of the party. However, you’d much prefer a stranger over his unsettling company.
“You sure like to stare.” He laughed, searching your eyes until you suddenly tore them away from his. You muttered an apology, but he didn’t seem to mind it.
His gaze wandered to your dress, to which you noticed with a glance. You felt small next to him, especially like this.
“You look great,” He leaned in as he spoke, another laugh dancing along his tongue as his hand disappears behind your back. “Don’t be so scared.”
You jump at his gentle pinch to your side, thinning your upper lip and fighting every ounce in your body to spit something back. Your eyes stay down.
“You know,” He starts, straightening his posture. “I’m glad you came.” His eyes scan over the room.
Your eyes dart along the tile, memorizing the pattern as you listen. You have nothing to say.
“You couldn’t begin to imagine what would’ve happened if you didn’t,” Homelander laughs as he slaps a hand on your upper back. You jolt forward the slightest bit from the impact. You feel hapless for the dress’ open back, as a red mark is sure to follow. “Maeve wouldn’t be nearly as popular with media coverage without you. They love your collective—“ He hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words in his mind as he purses his lips, then continues. “—Lesbianism, or whatever.”
You feel the leather of his glove glide across the skin of your back, electrifying the near-welt he left moments ago, and sliding itself down between your untouched skin and the pristine fabric of the dress. Homelander outlines your spine tenderly, and your face contorts into a grimace. You refuse to look at him.
“To me, however...” He breathes out. “It feels like a waste.” You swallow thickly.
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OKAYY GUYSSS so yes I know I said I was taking a "quick" break.... BUT LITERALLY I HAVE 0 MOTIVATION TO WRITE SO THE BREAK MIGHT BE A LITTLE LONGER😭😭
#no motivation#i have no motivation#gxg#katherine pierce x you#lucy gray x reader#diana prince x reader#daisy johnson x reader#hope mikaelson x reader#kate bishop x reader#queen maeve x reader#jennifer check x reader
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Hi! Can you do what it would be like to date Queen Maeve (she/her pronouns please)
General Dating HC! • Queen Maeve
⚠️Content warning: none, I think?
*These characters do not belong to me, all rights to their respective owners, this is just a piece of entertainment by and for fans.
Summary: Title is really self-explanatory.
Reader’s pronouns: She/Her
Keys: Y/N = Your Name. In case you’ve forgotten: Margaret “Maggie” Shaw is the real name of Queen Maeve in the series.
Author's note: If you want to send your own request, please check the Disclaimer & Rules post and the MASTERLIST post to see more content and which characters are available
I must say, I do believe the relationship with Maeve might change slightly in certain aspects if you're either a regular human or a supe (and even if you’re a supe, the dynamic might also change depending on your powers), but because it wasn’t specified here if Reader is either human or supe, I made this HC as general as possible and only including aspects I think would remain the same in either situation.
If you met the Maeve who's been in the seven for a long time, a relationship is something she's avoiding rather than looking; this is likely because of either Vought, Homelander or both: Vought would be quick to find a way to capitalize on the relationship so they can pinkwash their image as much as capitalisticly possible, it's honestly disgusting. As for Homelander, he'll be furious; Losing is something he not only hates but something that threatens his fragile ego and the already distorted perception he has of himself; he still "loves" Maeve (in his own, very fucked up way) and he's been trying for a long time to rekindle their relationship, you forming a relationship with Maeve means he has lost one of the very few things people he cares about and therefore he might view you as a wall preventing him to reach his objective, so he'll make sure to break you.
If you met her before she joined the seven, she might be more lenient on the idea of beginning a relationship with you (especially if the two of you already had one) but she'll continue to push you away numerous times.
Maeve has shut down everyone she cares about, that way Vought nor Homelander can harm them and will make it much easier for her to give up her life if one day she has to fight against Homelander to take him down.
That's why, you're most likely the one to pursue the relationship in the first place.
Even when she starts catching feelings, she'll try her best to appear as if she either doesn't like you or doesn't care about you, especially if Homelander is near.
Which sometimes can be quite hard on you, because she might treat you so bad and cold-heartedly and might hurt your feelings in more ways than she ever expected or wanted.
But as the two of you inevitably get closer and share more and more small but beautiful moments, her feelings eventually start to catch up to her and she begins to open up slowly.
Once she does it might surprise you how vulnerable and sensitive Maeve actually is.
She pretends not to, but Maeve is the one who cares the most about everyone around her and it's filled with guilt and sadness for the ones she was unable to save.
And for that very reason, she panics when the realization of how closer you two have grown starts to dawn on her and your relationship might take two steps back before moving forward as Maeve tries to push you away once again.
Though this time around you're able to figure out how to get past that act of hers more easily.
After that I believe she'll start to be more honest with herself and you about her own feelings and stop putting so much of a front.
She'll treat you much more softly and tenderly than ever before and might allow herself to give in and give you the first kiss.
She smiles at you all the time, especially when she observes the little quirky things you do when you think no one is looking.
Maeve loves being of help to you, so whatever you need she'll make sure to provide one way or another.
One thing that doesn't change, is how protective she is of you, always making sure not Homelander or Vought know about or can get to you, and this might stir many conflicts in your relationship but over time you both might be able to handle it with more ease.
Maeve is a very supportive partner and loves listening and being involved in whatever you're passionate about or the goals you want to pursue, even if she doesn't necessarily understand them completely.
You're the one person in her life that calls her by her real name "Margaret" "Maggie" "Margo" whatever variant you choose, she's happy to hear her name coming from you, it's been a long time since someone has called her that and it's surprised by the feeling of comfort it gives her; since in many ways the alias of "Queen Maeve" has turned in her own prison.
I strongly believe Maggie is the little spoon in cuddle sessions; she always has to be the strong one in every other situation in her life, she really does enjoy the moments of vulnerability she shares with you.
Both find it funny that she can probably punch a building down but she appears as if made of paper in your arms, adorable.
She might struggle with remembering things like dates, anniversaries, birthdays, etc; she has a lot on her mind but she'll apologize and make it up to you, don't worry.
I also very much believe Maggie to be a foodie (notice most of her scenes with Elena there's some talk about food? Idk if it was intentional or not, but I like to believe that this is because Maeve really likes food and is a comfort for her on hard times).
She adores taking you out for dinner in all kinds of restaurants, exploring new foods and flavors is just one of her favorite things, plus she gets to watch your reactions when trying them out.
She knows all the best places in town to eat.
If by any chance you know how to cook and you're good at it, Maggie might just consider to slap a ring on your finger right then and there istg.
Overall Maggie, although difficult at first, I believe she'll make for a great partner once she opens up to you; she still has a lot of issues to work through, but she'll definitely try to be a better person not only for you and your relationship, but because deep down, I believe she also wants to genuinely be a hero her younger-more-hopeful self would be proud of.
#the boys#the boys x reader#queen maeve#queen maeve x reader#margaret shaw#Margaret shaw x reader#Maggie shaw x reader
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Going to a pride parade with maeve has been living in my brain rent free.
Imagine she's free to live her life how she wants free of Voughts shit.
Forcing her to wear rainbows and stuff, she would 100% fight anyone who says anything.
I just want her to be proud and happy of who she is.
Anyway queen maeve is a criminally underrated character and I want to give a little kiss (and other things😏)
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FINDING COMFORT
queen maeve x fem!reader
summary — after maeve was ruthlessly outed by homelander vought had the bright idea to make one of the first sapphic superhero couple. that’s where you come in, and since you’ve been out vought has used you for profit so it’s not much of a surprise, what surprises you is the feelings that grow between you and maeve.
warnings — smut, oral (r receiving ), scissoring, some, bits of angst, fluff, and vought and Homelander just being really annoying
word count — 6,240 words
authors note — im so excited for this I’ve been wanting to write for her since I first started watching and finally I got to its. anyways I hope you enjoy this and happy reading. gif credits. also got some inspiration from @venus-haze fic kick it out so if you hadn’t read that please of because it’s amazing!
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“Are you fucking crazy,” Maeve snapped as she stood in front of Ashley with her arms across her chest. Her face hardened as soon as Ashley said those stupid words. Maeve could feel the blood inside her start to boil and she had to refuse to punch her in the face.
“I’m sorry this is just what The Seven needs their first lesbian-,” Ashley began to say.
“Bisexual,” Maeve interrupted with a glare in her eyes.
“Bisexual superhero in The Seven and in a relationship with another woman. The world will love this, it will bring a whole new meaning to girl power,” Ashley ranted as her face was filled with excitement.
“I’m sorry I’ve done this shit already with Homelander why would I want to do this again,” Maeve questioned as the word ‘Homelander’ came out her mouth, er stomach was burning with vile and chest filled of vitriol towards the man who thinks he’s the best thing to ever be conceived.
“This will be different, this girl isn’t like Homelander, she’s actually not murderous and she won’t cause as much drama as him,” Ashley defended the idea she came up with.
Maeve sighed as she stood in Ashley's office, she didn’t know what to do, she hasn’t been with a girl since Elena, and yeah she’s had lots of sex with guys but girls are different. She had such a strong bond with Elena and she didn’t know if she could do it over again with this girl Ashley was talking about.
Not to mention that Homelander is a jealous prick even though Maeve and him aren’t together, he’ll cause her life a living hell and this girl as well. Maeve didn’t know if she could bring this random superhero into this already heated up drama.
“You know what Homelander is like,” Maeve muttered knowing that he could be listening at any moment and barge through the door. “You know what he might do to this girl and you want to bring her into this,” She questions.
“Trust me he won’t do anything,” Ashley reassured Maeve. “And plus I think this girl can handle her own,” She says.
“Who is the girl anyway,” Maeve asked, as she was piqued with curiosity. There weren’t many openly gay superheroes and she doesn’t have enough willpower to recognize all of them or she just wasn’t interested.
“Oh it’s The Traveler,” Ashley whispered and Maeve nodded. She’s heard of you, of course, you were one of the few lesbian superpowers. She knows that you can travel between time and make portals to travel place to place.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Maeve's head snapped towards the direction and Ashley said, “Come in,” and you came through the door.
You walked through the door and Maeve couldn’t deny that you were a beautiful woman. You were dressed in your superhero costume, a black skirt and a black leotard for a top and leather jacket to cover it. There were purple gems glittering all over your outfit and the end of the outfit was topped with some black boots.
“Can you hurry up Ashley I don’t have all fucking day,” You snap as come to walk next to Maeve without even giving her a glance.
“I know you probably heard that Queen Maeve here is now part of the LGBTQ+ community and we wanted to make something good out of it,” Ashley told you and you rolled your eyes.
You had great sympathy for Maeve as she was outed on public’s television at the hands of Homelander and if you were in her position you would have never worked with a man as vile as he is. But you understood that getting out of the Seven and getting out of Homelanders sight is a hard thing to do.
Plus she wasn’t hard on the eyes.
“You mean you want to capitalize on her sexuality,” You say, letting your arms fall to your sides. It wasn’t surprising since it was what they do to you all the time. Having you do commercials for Vought as one of the lesbian superheroes. It was especially hard during pride month where they used you for monetary gain, having you speak at conventions and on talk shows about how you were so proud of your sexuailtiy and you were but you hated how they took advantage of you. But hey at least they pay you graciously.
Maeve looked at you covering her surprised face with her usual hard shell. You were right, they were just going to use her and bleed her dry until she was just a shell of her old self, as if she wasn’t already.
“You know that’s what I mean,” Ashley defended herself and you let out a huff when she said those words.
“Do we even have a choice,” Maeve questioned and you nodded alongside her. You were curious if you could even say no to Vought.
“Yes of course you do,” Ashley says.
“I guess I‘ll do it,” You muttered looking at the ground at your boot-covered feet.
“Maeve,” Ashley questioned, her tone dropped to a more serious tone.
“Whatever,” Maeve responded in her bitter tone and you understood it all too well. You were just like her when you came out and Vought used you, and plus she was a part of the Seven, she’d be more valuable and by proxy more profitable.
“Then it’s settled we’ll have the both of you post something to your social media about how you two were in a secret relationship and decided to be out as a couple in the public,” Ashely says, her eyes back on the iPad she had and her tone more happier.
Maeve rolled her eyes at the ‘decided to be out as a couple in the public’. Homelander outed her on fucking live television there was option as coming out but she swallowed her words as she always did with Vought. She didn’t like it but it was something she was used to and something she was starting to hate more and more.
You on the other hand were looking at her with sympathy, being outed sucks and you knew this. When you were younger your friends decided to out you as lesbian so you understood to an extent. She was outed on live television where most people watched and now everyone knew.
Letting out a sigh you look at the ceiling getting ready for the shit storm Vought was about to do and how they were going to get money out of it.
It’s been a few weeks since the ‘relationship’ between you and Maeve went public and least to say people loved it. Not the conservatives and the bigots who thought that the LGBTQ commiunity is infecting the youth. But you and Maeve were the number one trending Supe ship.
After the social media post went up the two of you went on talk shows and talked about how you were excited to finally be out and proud.
Obviously not meaning any of the words either of you said. It was just Vought scripts that were as lifeless as a corpse. Nor you or Maeve didn’t believe any of the shit Vought told you to say because you two weren’t in love. At least not yet.
The two of you got along well and you could tell that Maeve was closed off to you and you weren’t mad, you were closed off as well. But when you two did speak it was only for a few moments and it tended to be more awkward than anything, but you had a mutual respect for each other and that was all that you needed.
Maeve on the other hand didn’t want to get you hurt, you seemed like a nice person and you didn’t deserve the wrath that Homelander held, her on the other she felt like she deserved. You didn’t. So if she kept her distance with you unless the two of you were expected to show up somewhere or public dates the two of you go on.
To be completely honest Maeve was starting to like you, you were cute, you made jokes that made her stifle a laugh and that was more of a reason to distance herself. She couldn't get you involved her fucked up mess. She didn’t know if you liked her but you liked her enough to make small talk and to seek her out and ask her about her day. Even if you didn't, she needed to do what was right.
She couldn’t do that to you even though she was finding herself more and more into it, the more she found out the more she was interested. The more she was in this ‘relationship’ was way more comforting than the one she had with Homelander and deep down she was loving every second she had with you. But she would get a happy ending with you or with anyone.
The two of you enter an elevator after a long day of work, going out and stopping criminals and least to say the both of you were tired.
“God this day was really tiring,” You mutter leaning against the wall of the elevator.
“You can say that twice,” Maeve muttered, crossing her arms across her chest looking down at the elevator floor.
“Is it getting any better,” You blurted out the question that you've been wanting to ask her but didn’t want to be too intrusive.
“Is what getting any better,” Maeve questions even though she knew what you were talking about.
“Believe it or not I know how you feel with the whole outing situation but I can’t imagine what you’re going through, especially since Homelander did that to you. But all I know is after I was outed it took me a while to get comfortable in my own skin,” You say and Maeve does her best not to react to his name being brought up. She sure as hell knows that he’s probably listening so she’s going to have to be herself.
“Things are….. better,” Maeve says with uncertainty in her tone and you gave her a look of pity knowing that she was lying.
She had her walls built up higher than you can ever imagine and you wanted to help her break those walls down, so that she could look at herself and see what you see. A beautiful strong woman. You felt your heart start to race as it usually did when you were alone with her.
“Hey,” You say, approaching her and putting your hand on her upper arm and she tenses as you do so but she’s not willing to admit that your touch caused some sparks to go up her spine. “Just so you know if you need anything from me, or just to talk I’m always here for you, just because Vought is making us do this doesn’t mean I don’t care and talking about it really does help. So just remember that, any time of the day you need something, don't be afraid to knock on my door,” You say with a soft tone that almost made her melt, that almost made her just say screw it and kiss you but she held back.
“Thanks, right back at you,” Maeve says and you give her a soft smile before removing your hand.
“I’m gonna need to take something before I go and see Ashely because she is getting on my fucking nerves,” You say to break the tension.
“Trust me you’re gonna need a lot more of anything you have,” Maeve snorts and you let out a small giggle.
“I know and I’m hoping that she’s either too tired to talk too much or just is gone at her home because I can’t wait to go home and finally get some rest,” You say, resting your head against the hard wall.
“Or maybe she’s just getting fucked and even then she might be even grouchier,” Maeve blurts out.
“Maybe, just maybe she finds the love of her life and decides to just quit but hey dreamers can dream,” You shrug your shoulders with a slight eye roll.
“Cheers to that,” Maeve gives you a nod.
The elevator finally reaches level 99 and the two of you walk out and prepare to go your separate ways, no matter how much the two of you want to stay and talk the night away.
“See you tomorrow,” You give her a wave before heading to Ashley's office, getting ready for everything she has to say to you.
“Bye,” Maeve gives you an awkward wave as you turn around and she curses herself and shakes her head.
God she was so awkward with this, with someone she actually liked, not guys she brought up her to just fuck and to get her mind off everything. You were different and she was using all of herself to not just say screw it and try it with you. Because he would always be there and taunting her.
“See you two are getting along,” Homelander says walking up to stand next to Maeve.
Speak of the fucking devil.
“What do you want,” Maeve questioned, her hands turning into fists beside her. She did not want to deal with him right now, she didn’t want to deal with his condescending tone and him just bothering her when she didn’t want it.
“What I can’t see if my teammate is doing well in her relationship,” Homelander says feigning hurt and Maeve rolled her eyes at that. He didn’t feel hurt, he was just upset that he didn’t have her anymore.
“Why the fuck do you care, you and I both know that you’re not hurt by that, you were the who practically had it happen,” Maeve commented, telling the truth. If he didn’t out her, she wouldn’t be in this relationship with you, hell she might not even know who the fuck you are.
“That is true but is it so hard to believe that I hope you two are happy, that you guys happen to be just like the two of us. Starting out fake and ending up in a real relationship,” Homelander says putting his hands behind his back and Maeve had to bite her tongue so she wouldn’t tell him how much she fucking despised him.
“Just leave her the fuck alone please,” Maeve says her tone with an underlining of fear. Fear for you.
“Why would you think I want to hurt her? If anything I might thank her for making you happy, and who knows we all might be friends in the end if things work out right,” Homelander calmly says and Maeve could hear the subtle threat. Even if he wasn’t outright threatening you, she knew something would happen to you if she didn’t do something to protect you. Staying away was out of the question. She needed to make sure you were okay.
“Plus, you seem really comfortable with her, especially with that talk you guys just had,” Homelander says with a grin. Maeve could swear she felt her heart stop but she kept a straight face. “Hopefully she knows what she's in for when she signed up for this, literally,” He chuckles.
“Whatever, can you please just leave me alone,” Maeve snapped and Homelander gave her a shocked and surprised look.
“You know you might want to keep your eye on her, I mean who knows what could happen to her, especially at night,” Homelander says with a cryptic tone as his shoulders tense before he leaves.
Once Maeve made it to her penthouse she finally let out a breath of air that she’s been holding. She knew that he wouldn’t out right kill you right now, so she had some time to get a game plan. She had to protect you. No matter what it took.
Taking a swig of her whiskey she took a seat on her couch as her shoulders slouched with tiredness and stress. Besides everything she couldn’t wait to see you, no matter when.
It’s been a few days since that day in the elevator, but you don’t know what’s changed in Maeve. She’s been more into talking to you and you can’t say you’re upset. She’s been more of a comfort, and you loved that.
But she’s been flirting with you at least more outwardly.
You can’t lie when you say that you've been loving it. Ever since this relationship started a few weeks ago you’ve been trying to talk to her and now she’s actually talking to you. Whatever changed in her you loved it.
She’s also been very sad whenever you have to leave, whether it was to go to work somewhere else or go home. She always looked a bit upset and you didn’t know why, it couldn’t be she’d miss your presence. At least you didn’t think so.
But you've always reassured her that you’d be back whether it's the next day or a few hours from then. She seemed to like the reassurance you gave her and you’ve been using that so she doesn’t get so sad, upset, or hurt when you leave. It sometimes left you up at night wondering if she was just lonely or she acutely did like you.
On the other side of the fence Maeve has been keeping her eye on you after Homelander not so subtly threatened you. And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy flirting with you. Even though it’s been a while since she has flirted, you seemed to enjoy whatever line she threw your way based on the shy smile you’d give her, or the tiny laugh.
Even though she enjoyed flirting, she’s been getting more and more clingy due to Homelanders eye now being on you. Asking you if you were going to be okay, or when you’re going to be back and you’ve always reassured her that you would be back and you were fine.
It helped but it didn’t help the thought that you may be dead the next day and when you walked in the room with your signature smile she felt herself relax. What usually helped her get through the night is alcohol but she hated drinking that shit even though it helped her clear her head.
On this particular night, Maeve sat down on her couch trying to just watch tv but her thoughts kept coming back to you. If you were okay and if you were, what were you doing? It was only 11 at night so you wouldn’t be doing much and she hasn’t had any alcohol today. So nothing stopped her when she stripped herself out of her costume and into some jeans and a flannel t-shirt.
Looking in the mirror she cringed a little, it’s been a while since she’s been in casual clothes.
Putting her hair into a ponytail and then she shook it out trying to figure out what to do with it. She decided to just leave it down and put some sunglasses on to make sure no one recognized it was her, people were probably already asleep or in their homes so hopefully they didn’t recognize her.
Walking out of the Vought tower she looked around to make sure no one knew her or even worse, if Homelander was following her. He’s been in and out of it recently so she hoped he set his eyes on something else.
She walked in the direction of the Vought owned apartment building where you lived. You told her where you lived, if she needed to see you or if she just wanted to talk.
In this particular moment she just needed some comfort, whether it be talking or just being in the same room as you. Anything would do, if she were there, she would be able to make sure to keep you safe. At least try.
Standing in front of the door she raised her hesitantly and stopped trying to control her racing heart, but she took a deep breath as she knocked on the door and took a step back waiting for you to answer it and took her sunglasses off as well.
No going back now.
At first she was worried that you weren’t there, or worse that you were just dead because you weren’t answering the door but she felt her shoulders drop as soon as she heard you walking to the door.
Once you opened you were surprised to see Maeve standing there, especially in casual clothes since you’ve never seen her in anything else. But you saw her give you an awkward smile and you licked your lips before deciding to say something.
“Maeve what’s wrong,” You question, clearing your throat moving out of the way so she could come into the apartment. Luckily you were still awake because you were about to go to sleep, she probably knew due to you wearing sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted to come over since you always said I could if I needed to,” Maeve awkwardly rambled as she entered the room and you closed the door behind her.
“Don’t worry I wasn’t asleep yet, I was about to but you got here just in time,” You reassured her standing in front of her.
“I just needed to talk to you, or to just be here next to you,” She says while shaking her head as she feels her body finally relax. You were safe.
“Oh well, I’m glad you did, I did say you were welcome here anytime,” You give her a cheeky smile making your way into the kitchen. “Want some water, or any other beverage,” You questioned.
“Water is okay,” Maeve answers, scratching the back of her head as she makes her way to sit on your couch. Your apartment was very homey, nothing like the lifelessness of her penthouse back at the tower. This place made her feel safe, like she could just live here with you.
“Okay here you go,” You say, giving her the glass of water before sitting down on the couch next to her leaning against the cushion and facing your body so that you were looking at her. “Since you are here, do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you or do you want to just watch tv, that’d be fine as well,” You question not wanting to feel too pushy.
“Let’s just talk,” Maeve softly replies before turning her body to look at you as well. It was pretty dark but not dark enough to see that Maeve looked really happy and that made you feel good.
“What do you suggest,” You ask, contorting your body so that one leg was under you.
“Uh what do you do besides being a superhero that works with Vought, or is this your full time job like me,” She asks.
“Well I do like to volunteer on my own time, without any cameras to talk to kids in children's hospitals, I just feel like Vought would just use that to monetize it so I just kept it to my spare time,” You answer looking down at your lap.
“Wow, so you're just a real superhero,” Maeve says, looking at you with adoration. She always wanted to be a hero and when she started, she felt like it, she really wanted to help people but Vought ruined it like they always do and soon she was just another person they could get money from.
“Well so are you, I mean you’re Queen Maeve for fucking sake, you make a difference even if you weren’t out in the front line,” You chuckle.
“I don’t think I do,” Maeve answers with a tiny cringe. She wishes that she was everything you said about her but she wasn’t and that just made her heart almost stop.
“Come on, you’re an inspiration to little girls all around the world and now you’re probably helping a lot of kids come to terms with their sexuality and trust me I wish I had someone like you to look up to when I was growing up,” You say, your tone full of happiness.
“I don’t see it,” Maeve laughs, taking a swig of her water.
“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you,” You muse looking at her with such warmth that would make her feel like the only person in the world. You put your hand on her arm giving a smile caress.
“Vought just fucking sucks,” Maeve remarked and you give her small nod.
“That is true, I mean I’m only doing it for the money now,” You say with contempt. “It’s just another greedy corporation that doesn’t care about anything they say it does.”
“It just feels like I’m projecting this persona and no one knows the real me, with all the fucking scripts and talk show interviews, its just fucking tiring,” Maeve sighs, resting one of her hands on your knee just taking in the comfort you’re offering her. “It’s just one thing after another they want you to do and it’s never enough.”
“That’s true nothing will ever be enough for fucking greedy companies like Vought, but you knows what helps me,” You say leaning in a bit.
“What,” Maeve questions, using her thumb to rub figure eights on your knee as she unconsciously starts to move it a little higher.
“Knowing that someone out there, no matter who they are, and they need inspiration and we can give them that, even if it’s just to stand up to their fucking boss or kick a guy in his balls if he can’t take fucking no for an answer. People who just look up to us and know that we make that difference, I know it sounds kind of stupid but it really does help me sleep better at night,” You say knowing the stories your fans have told you, about how much you helped them.
Meanwhile Maeves had started to give your leg some goosebumps. You were already a bit hot and bothered due to her just being her and now she was teasing you.
“That makes sense, I just wish I could look through those lenses,” Maeve lets out a tiny giggle.
“I hoped that helped you though, because I totally see where you’re coming from,” You say with a bit of worry.
“Don’t worry you totally helped me, you just being here and listening to me helped me,” Maeve reassured you, giving her hand a squeeze on your thigh, she moved a bit closer to you as you felt your heart start to race a bit. “Can I uh try something,” She asked with a laugh.
“Of course, anything,” You say with a swallow.
Maeve leaned in closer til she pressed her lips to yours and you put your hand on her cheek and moved your lips along hers. It’s been a while since you’ve even liked someone so kissing someone felt like eons ago.
But it felt good kissing her and her hand lightly caressing your thigh as she kissed you hard and slipped her tongue in your mouth after you lost the battle of dominance. You moaned into her mouth as she started to trail kisses down your neck and started to suck a bruise on your clavicle.
You moaned as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter by the second and the only sound you could hear in the apartment was her heavy breathing and your moans.
“Where’s your room,” Maeve muttered the question as she started to trail kisses up your neck and right below your ear and started to make another hickey right there.
“Uh,” You began to say but moaned when she found your sweet spot on your neck. “It’s straight down the hall,” You say as you clear your throat.
Maeve then surprised you with your strength (which you shouldn’t be really surprised) and picked you up so your legs were wrapped around her waist as the two of you kept kissing as she made her way to your room. Her hand was on your ass and started to gently squeeze, making you moan into her mouth again.
She finally got your door open and walked to your bed and gently put you on the bed but not leaving you alone for a while as she made her way on top of you and started to kiss you again.
Your hands found their way into her long red hair as she ran her hands up and down your thighs which made you sigh into her mouth as her tongue started to explore what felt like every inch of your mouth. You started to grind up into her hips trying to get some friction you most desperately needed even though you were still in the confines of your shorts.
Making her way down your neck she started to pepper kisses along your chest and got frustrated when your shirt got in the way. She moved her hands to the hem of your shirt and you leaned up a little so she could pull it off you. She gave your chest a look of adoration before she started to trail kisses and started to leave hickeys along your chest.
You were letting out little whines and whimpers due to the fact that you felt like your pussy was getting more and more wet each time she kissed your body.
Her mouth finally made its way to your nipple and wrapped her plump lips around the tiny bud that was already hard due to it being a bit chilly. You moaned and arched your back a bit when she began to suck your nipple and you started to grind harder and harder against her own hips.
Moving away Maeve unbuttoned her own shirt and threw it to the side to where your shirt laid. You didn’t even have a little time to stare at her chest before she started to kiss down your stomach and around your belly button and started to toy with the strings of your shorts.
“Please,” You moaned as her hands moved down to your upper thighs and squeezed a bit harder but it definitely didn’t hurt you.
“Please what,” Maeve said with a cheeky tone that almost made you explode into pieces.
“Just touch me please,” You begged, jutting your hips up trying to get more friction on your pussy as you felt yourself get more and more wet if that was even possible.
Her hands made their way to your hips and pressed them down to the bed so you couldn’t move your hips and you let out a whine at that. You felt like you were about to burst into pieces.
“Just relax and have some patience sweetheart,” Maeve said with a sultry tone that made you whimper.
You nodded and decided to relax against the pillow which made Maeve give you a little smile. She moved back to your lower stomach and returned to kissing your body and you closed your eyes and let out tiny moans whenever she decided to give you a little nip.
Once she decided she was done with teasing you which felt like an eternity, she pulled down the shorts and let out a little laugh when she saw that you weren’t wearing any panties. While you moaned as the cool air came into contact with your wet pussy.
“God you are so fucking hot,” Maeve cursed as she moved down little and started to tease your inner thighs and decided to resume her kissing as she slowly made her way up.
You moaned as she sucked another hickey right above your aching clit that was throbbing. Her hands were still on your hips so that you could grind your hips up and that level of strength she held made your insides heat up. She chuckled against your skin as she felt you try to but she didn’t let up.
Once she did decide to take mercy upon you and press a gentle kiss to your kiss, you let out a tiny moan due to the sensitivity. She dragged her tongue along your wet folds, that made you moan and squeeze the blanket that you were laying on and your hand turned into fist.
Her tongue started doing wonders as she ran it up and down your folds multiple times and went up to your clit and your hips stuttered a bit when she wrapped her lips around your clit and started to softly suck on the soft nub.
“Maeve,” You moaned louder this time, that your neighbors might hear you.
Meanwhile Maeve had her thoughts clear of Homelander once you started moaning and she already adored the way she could make you melt with a couple kisses and touches.
Due to her teasing you, you could already feel your organsm rising and you would feel a bit embarrassed but Maeve seemed to know and started to suck harder and her mouth left your clit once which made you whine a bit but was quickly reassured when she ran her tongue up your folds and sucked your clit harder this time. She ran her tongue all around the little nub that she could feel throbbing.
“Maeve, I’m about too-,” You say your voice a little high pitched.
Maeve gave your hips a squeeze and nodded her head in reassurance without removing her lips from the tender muscle. So you just let your body do your thing and you let out strings of moans and yelps as Maeve started to suck faster and harder and with another single suck you let out a loud moan as you came all over her tongue.
Even though you felt like you blacked out, you could feel Maeve dip her tongue into your folds, deciding to clean up your release and moaning at the taste of you. You winced at the overstimulation and put your hand on her arm tugging her back up and luckily she did.
You could taste yourself on her mouth as she started to kiss you again and your hands started to move to her hips wanting to return the favor.
“Come on, take your pants off and let me help you,” You mutter against her lips, which makes her moan into your mouth. She nodded against your lips.
Once she got her pants and panties off and she returned to kissing you, your hands made their way to her hips again and started to move around to her thighs. But deciding that she still wanted to be in control she moved her hands to yours and put them to the sides and gave them a squeeze which made you moan into her mouth.
“I just want to help you like you helped me,” You whimper against her lips.
“I know but just trust me with this,” Maeve muttered moving her lips from yours.
The next thing you knew you felt her grinding her pussy on top of yours and her clit dragging across yours. You moaned but that was quieted once she decided to stick her tongue down your throat again.
You weren’t complaining.
Her grinding didn’t stop or show any hesitance as she felt her own release start to rise. Her clit throbbed against yours as she felt the knot in her stomach start to tighten even more. And due to the fact that she’s been wet ever since she kissed you it didn’t even take one more thrust before she came against your pussy with a strained moan of your name.
You smiled against her lips and kissed her neck and shoulder as she came down from her own release.
Once she felt legs stop shaking Maeve pulled the blankets over both of your nude bodies and wrapped her arms around and rested her head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.
“Feel better,” You quested drawing random things on the arm that was wrapped around your waist. You felt her chuckle against your neck and pepper a few kisses below your ear.
“Feel amazing,” Maeve whispered in your ear which made you let out an airy giggle.
“Well I’m glad I could help,” You laugh as you put your hand on top of hers.
“You definitely did more than help,” Maeve says as her eyes look over your nude form. Even though she couldn’t see much she saw something that made her let out a giggle.
“What are you laughing at,” You smile, twisting your body a bit so you could get a better look at her. But you had to admit a smile looked amazing on her.
“I just wanted to apologize,” Maeve says between little laughs.
“For what and you don’t seem sorry for whatever it is,” You laugh along with her.
“I just wanted to say sorry for the bruises,” Maeve sheepishly says and you look down to your hips and you could feel yourself already get more wet by looking at them.
“No need to say sorry, It’s kinda hot,” You say with a smirk.
“You dirty dog,” Maeve laughs, resting her head on the pillow.
“Says you,” You laugh and for what feels like ages you finally feel happy.
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Sneaking Around | Queen Maeve x gn!reader
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summary: Maeve has to cut a deal to make sure her ass is covered when she goes to see you, but at least she knows it’s worth it.
tws: drinking, smoking, swearing, mentions of drug use
word count: 1125
Maeve was rarely able to sneak away to see you, given that the chip that every Supe had been issues would have told Homelander where you were, but she had cut a deal with Noir; in exchange for her letting him borrow a sword, he would cover her ass and make sure that no one was looking where she was going for the next few days. Sure, she snuck away to get drunk or high or both or to see Butcher and the Boys, but when it came to you, she needed to make sure that things were safe; she needed to make sure that you were protected above all else, she couldn’t have Homelander going after you. You meant too much. You were too much to her for her to be willing to put your neck in the noose. She needed to make that deal with Noir, she needed to be careful, she needed to make sure that every track was covered and that there were no witnesses; but as she let herself in through the side gate, dressed down in just a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt, she could feel herself start to relax a little.
Maeve found you at the bottom of the garden, shielded by the large grey umbrella and relaxing in your chair as a little speaker played ‘Hardcore’ by Beast In Black, she took the seat nearest to you and stole a swig from your drink, wincing a little; iced Red Bull never did seem to be enjoyable, and she couldn’t stomach the taste, putting it back down.
She took note of the song, tilting her head to the side as she looked at you with furrowed brows. “You never play that song unless if you’re in a really good mood, what’s going on?”
“You’re staying for the next couple of days,” you explained with a grin, “it’s not often that my girlfriend gets to actually spend more than an hour with me.”
Maeve smiled, running a hand through her hair as she bit at the inside of her lip. “That’s if Noir keeps up his end of the deal… fucking bastard will probably rat me out.”
“I doubt it,” you shook your head. “Noir’s… he’s one of the nicer ones - or at least, he seems to be.”
“He’s better than fucking Homelander,” she huffed. “I take it Annie came over, though.”
You hummed as you nodded, clearing your throat and taking a swig from your drink, watching how Maeve looked at you with obvious disapproval. “Yeah, she did - y’know, there’s whiskey inside if you want it. Full bottle of Grant’s, just behind the pint glasses.”
“Do you have any tobacco?” She asked, and when you nodded, she smiled, getting up and taking your almost empty glass with her, but you caught her wrist gently, pulling her down so that you could press a soft kiss to her forehead.
Maeve was tough, probably the toughest person you ever knew, and she was powerful, but you knew how much she liked the little gestures; the forehead kisses, keeping whiskey in the cupboard for her, keeping a section of your wardrobe for her clothes, making sure that you had her favourite snacks stocked up. Sure, she could be cynical and she often scoffed at any good news and explained all the different bad things about it, but you didn’t mind that; she was realistic, that was all, realistic and more than aware of what things meant. You liked that about her, you always did; from the second she had seen you and immediately insulted you, you knew you had liked her. That never changed. You were certain that it never would.
When she returned, holding the whiskey and tobacco and papers and filters and a glass of iced Red Bull, you couldn’t help but to grin at her, which made her smile back as she put your glass down beside you and placed the whiskey by her chair; she let the tobacco and other things fall into her lap as she looked at you with a raised brow.
“You want one?”
“I had one not long ago, but fuck it, why not?” You shrugged, pulling the lighter out of your pocket and clearing your throat. “Y’know, I wish things were more simple.”
“What do you mean?” She dared to meet your gaze as she licked the paper and folded it down.
“I mean, not having to hide all the time,” you admitted. “Y’know, not having to worry about Homelander. Not having to make deals with Supes just to get a couple days together.”
Maeve nodded, sighing as she tucked the cigarette behind her ear and swallowed thickly; sure, she thought it would have been nice to be an open and out couple, to act and to be like a normal couple. But she knew that she couldn’t; until she was free from Vought for good, such a thing would never be possible. She doubted that she would be free from Vought unless a miracle happened, like if she lost her powers, or if she was replaced; she was too marketable for them, she was too much of a cash cow for them to get rid of her. Vought had her tightly grasped in their iron fist, but fuck, she didn’t have wish she could break free.
“Maybe one day,” she said with a slight growl. “If those fuckers ever let me go.”
Passing a cigarette to you, Maeve leaned back and took the one from behind her ear, putting it between her lips and lighting it when you passed her a lighter; she took a long drag, and sighed heavily.
“I know,” you said quietly. “But it ain’t half a nice thought.”
She hummed in agreement, swallowing thickly again and leaning over to open the bottle of whiskey; she took a swig, and sighed as she put it back down. “This is good shit, (y/n), where’d you get it?”
“It was a gift,” you shrugged, daring to smile at her. “Y’know that old lady who I sometimes clean for?”
She nodded. “The one next door?”
“That’s the one,” you nodded back. “She didn’t have any cash at one point, so she gave me a bottle of whiskey instead - said she didn’t want me to go home empty handed.”
Maeve chuckled. “You should ask if you can do her cleaning for whiskey instead of cash if this is the shit she’s giving out.”
“Please, I feel bad enough taking cash,” you laughed softly, scratching the back of your neck. “Besides, what would I tell her? My girlfriend really fucking likes her taste in whiskey so can she please pay me in bottles of fucking Grant’s?”
“More or less.”
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mad woman's apologist birthday — ice cream prompts masterlist
mint chip — how did they court their lover?
⤷ with: aragorn, legolas, boromir, arwen and eowyn
⤷ with: bruce wayne
vanilla bean — what is there favourite activity to do with their lover?
⤷ with: natasha romanoff
cookies and cream — are they protective of their lover?
⤷ with: agatha harkness
⤷ with: charles boyle
⤷ with: elijah mikaelson
dulce de leche — "would you still love me if I was a worm?"
⤷ with: death of the endless
raspberry — how they treat their sick lover and vice versa?
⤷ with: jason mendoza
pistachio — what are their kinks? are they shy about them?
⤷ with: charles boyle
⤷ with: morticia and gomez addams
peach — at what point did they understood that their lover was the one?
⤷ with: kyuma
⤷ with: thranduil
cherry — do they get jealous of their lover easily? do they show it?
⤷ with: billy loomis
⤷ with: jake peralta
peppermint — how would they comfort their lover after a bad time?
⤷ with: stu macher
bubblegum — how would they propose to their lover?
⤷ with: amy santiago
⤷ with: legolas
cookie dough — are they vulnerable with their lover? do they need time to be really open about their lives?
⤷ with: homelander
caramel pecan — would they make amends quickly after a fight?
⤷ with: jake peralta
neapolitan — what song can describe them as lovers?
⤷ with: daenerys targaryen
⤷ with: morpheus of the endless
rocky road — which soulmate!au would be perfect for them?
⤷ with: zagreus
passion fruit — what are their love languages?
⤷ with: carrie white
coffee — what are their romantic tropes?
⤷ with: queen maeve
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cupid’s chokehold
chapter i. i’m your venus
chapter ii. the things she does to please
chapter iii. who wants to give it a whirl?
chapter iv. i put a spell on you
summary: with nothing else going on (finally) you spend the day with black noir.
chapter v. she’s got me like nobody
It’s been three weeks since you officially joined The Seven and things have been going better than expected. Your debut interview was a huge success; you’d honestly go as far as to say it did a little too well. You were subjected to many, many more throughout the following days because every talkshow wanted to host you for some ratings and views. Honestly, you don’t even say anything of importance in these interviews but the public eats it up every time according to Ashley, so you’ll take it.
Today though, you finally have a breather. Starlight and Homelander are both needed in the spotlight for a joint appearance at Translucent’s televised funeral where he’ll be giving a heartfelt speech and Starlight will be singing. Maeve’s busy with a scheduled drug bust downtown courtesy of PR. Right now, you’re watching reruns of Jersey Shore while lounging on the couch with a bowl of cereal in your lap. It’s nearly noon and you’re just now eating breakfast, and you can only imagine what your mother would have to say about this.
As you lift a spoonful of Frosted Flakes to your mouth and chew quietly, you contemplate what to do on your day off. You don’t know when you’re gonna get another one of these so you might as well make it count right? There are a few options here: having a you day complete with a facial and full body massage, or you can treat yourself at a nice restaurant later tonight and order the most expensive things on the menu, or maybe if you’re a glutton for punishment you can disregard the finer things in life and instead go for a run around Central Park.
Actually, you don’t know how comfortable you are with leaving Vought Tower by yourself. You feel like you’re constantly being watched, though you can’t really explain why. It’s probably just paid paparazzi but it still puts you on edge. You’ve even had a recurring nightmare about someone outside your window, which you usually laugh off because it’s physically impossible. You’re on the 99th floor. Unless TMZ is feeling really courageous, you don’t think they’re scaling the building just to get a rare photo of you in your natural habitat or whatever. Maybe they’d do it for Homelander, but definitely not for you.
Once you finish your cereal and watch a couple more episodes you can’t help but feel bored. Things have been nonstop nearly everyday and now you suddenly have nothing to do. You decide then and there you aren’t going to let your irrational fears stop you from enjoying your day off.
After washing your bowl and spoon, you walk into your bedroom and open your closet for a look at today’s outfit. You finally decide on something casual and comfortable; a pair of black yoga pants and a graphic t-shirt that’s slightly worn out and hangs off your shoulder to show a bit of your collarbone and bra strap. You brush your teeth, put on a little perfume then slip into a pair of sneakers. You leave your apartment and gently close the door behind you.
The trip down the hallway towards the elevator is uneventful, and you find yourself missing your teammates' sporadic interruptions. You glance into the meeting room and you’re pleasantly surprised to see Black Noir in there, sitting in his designated chair. You step into the room and he immediately looks up from his notebook, pencil frozen on the paper. His assassin skills must really be on point to know that someone was walking in. Or maybe you’re just loud.
“Hey!” you greet cheerfully.
Black Noir gives a small wave in response.
After a small internal fight and a bit of hesitation, you walk closer to his seat. He’s the only one of the team (that’s present and not currently incapacitated) who you haven’t really had the chance to get to know. Hopefully you can change this now.
“I know I told you the other day, but the food you made was really good,” you say.
Black Noir quickly flips to a different page in his sketchbook as you come closer.
“I’ve never had pancakes that fluffy before. It actually kind of made me homesick–but in a good way! Like, your cooking was so good it reminded me of my mom’s, you know?” you ask with a smile. You don’t know why you feel so flustered talking to him. Maybe it’s because he’s the strong silent type?
He sets down his pencil then makes a motion with his hands at you. There’s a brief pause as your brain finally registers what you just saw and you realize he signed something at you. You’re not able to translate what he said because you’re too excited at the fact that he’s actually speaking to you.
“Wait, can you repeat that? Just a little slower, please,” you say and watch his hands intently. You actually know a little bit of sign language due to the fact that in high school, you and your best friend learned the bare minimum along with a random assortment of words in order to talk to each other in class after taking a test.
Black Noir nods. “Thank you,” he signs.
You smile wider. You try to sign back to him and acknowledge his words, but when you hear something that sounds suspiciously like muffled laughter, you stop with a pout. “Hey. I’m a few years out of practice, alright?”
“It’s okay. I can teach you,” he signs. He rolls his wrists in what seems like an almost nervous fashion then as an afterthought he adds: “If you want.”
You nod eagerly and sit down next to him. “I’d love to! You’re not doing anything today right?”
Black Noir shakes his head.
“Neither am I. We can do nothing together?” you suggest.
“Learning isn’t nothing,” he signs.
It takes you a moment to translate, and once you do, you roll your eyes good naturedly with a grin. You feel unapologetically happy at the fact that he feels comfortable enough to joke around. “You know what I mean. C’mon, I’m trying to be cute here.”
Black Noir takes a moment to respond. “You’re already cute.”
You tilt your head and watch his still hands, trying and failing to figure out the last word. He did it pretty quickly too. “Can you do it again? I don’t know this one,” you say and try to mimic his hand movement.
He shakes his head and flips throughout his notebook. You catch a glimpse of a few birds as well as a scenic nature piece before he finds a blank page and stops on it. Black Noir begins writing out the letters of the alphabet with a large space in between them, then fills in the space with the ASL correlation of each letter.
“Wow. Are you sure your superhero power isn’t the ability to draw hands? Because these look great,” you comment as you watch.
Black Noir pauses at the letter J, then writes something at the corner of the page. Once he goes back to drawing the ASL alphabet, you glance at the note he left.
Thank you. :)
The tiny smiley face makes your own lips quirk up into one.
You and Black Noir spend the next four hours together in the meeting room. He teaches you somewhat intermediate phrases and longer sentences, along with basic responses since apparently earlier you signed “fuck” instead of saying “you’re welcome.” No wonder he was laughing about it.
Would you go as far as to say you’re now an expert at ASL? Definitely not. But you feel like you made good progress today and now you have an actual way to talk to Black Noir. Who knows, maybe you and he can meet up in your free time and continue with these lessons. It can be your little thing. Maybe you’ll be able to have inside jokes with each other and sign them during meetings. The thought makes you excited.
“I really appreciate you doing this. I can’t believe how late it is already. I’m not stealing you away from a super important photoshoot or timed jail robbery, right?” you joke, though a part of you is nervous that he may have missed something by accident in order to teach you sign language.
Black Noir looks at the time, then shakes his head.
You follow his movement. “Guessing by the fact that you had to check…you have something to do later today?”
Black Noir nods.
“Aw, that sucks. I was gonna ask you to teach me how to draw next. Well, there goes that plan.” You sigh dramatically, and smile at the sound of his quiet laugh. “Can I keep the alphabet page? I think it’ll really help me out.”
He nods again. He places his hand flat on the paper and gently starts to tear it from the spirals of the book. Once it’s finally ripped off in a clean line, he hands it to you. However, your eyes aren’t on the paper Black Noir’s holding. It’s on the one in his notebook that was newly exposed due to him removing the page.
The paper is filled with sketches of you. They’re not as realistic as the few birds and nature pieces you got glimpses of, but they’re still well detailed despite the slight stylization. There’s one of you laughing with your eyes closed, you leaning on your hand while looking towards the side, and the last one of you smiling with bright eyes. You recognize the outfit you’re wearing on that one–it’s from your first day when Homelander took you to meet everyone after you were officially named Femme Fatale by Seth and Evan.
Black Noir follows your gaze and you see his shoulders tense up for a millisecond out of the corner of his eye. The paper he’s holding crinkles slightly before he lets go of it and it drops onto the table.
“I draw a lot of people. I can show you my other sketches, I practice during The Seven meetings,” he signs, and his hands are moving too fast for you to be able to translate.
You don’t say anything and continue looking at the page filled with drawings of you. They look like he captured you during moments of serenity, and you feel a tug at your heart as your eyes get misty. Is this how he sees you?
Black Noir suddenly closes the book. You blink quickly in an attempt to ground yourself. You’ve never felt seen in such a way before. Those drawings…they almost feel intimate with the way they frame you.
“Don’t be sad,” he signs. “I’m sorry. I made you uncomfortable. I’ll throw them out.”
You shake your head and reach towards the book before you stop yourself. “Can I keep those, please?” you ask.
You hear his breath hitch faintly. He stays still for a few moments that feel like an eternity before he finally opens up the sketchbook again. In the same fashion as he did with the previous page, Black Noir carefully rips it out from his book. He slides the two pages over to you and you notice he keeps his gaze downwards.
You’re careful to not bend or crumple the pieces of paper as you pick them up. You feel your face heat up the longer you look at the drawings he made.
“This is amazing,” you say quietly, a small smile on your face. “You have no idea how much these mean to me. Seriously. You’re so talented.”
You’ve been tagged in fanart of yourself these past few weeks on Twitter, with some being a little more crude in nature than others. Black Noir’s sketches feel so different from anything you’ve ever seen before. He drew you so…beautiful.
“I’m–” you start, but find yourself at a loss for words. You look up from the papers and watch the way he twirls the pencil between his fingers as if he needs something to do with his hands.
You don’t know what else to say to convey your gratitude. So you sign instead.
“Thank you,” you sign. You’re slower than he is with piecing the sentence together, but you had to be sure you were saying the right thing.
Black Noir stops playing with the pencil and sets it down on the table again. He holds up his hands and you stare at them with your full concentration.
“Fuck,” he signs.
Your confused expression must amuse him, because his shoulders shake with silent laughter. You know for a fact you translated that correctly, it’s one of the words you and your friend used to sign to one another constantly because curse words are essential to a high schooler’s vernacular. You don’t know why he would–
Oh.
You put your face in your hands as you shake your head and laugh along with him. You can’t believe he actually made fun of your earlier mistake. The two of you spend way too long signing “thank you” and “fuck” in response back and forth but it gets funnier every time.
When Starlight and Homelander return from Translucent’s funeral, they both look surprised to find you and Black Noir in the meeting room.
“Well, look at you two go-getters! How’d you know I was about to call for everyone?” Homelander asks. He has that ever present cheerful expression on his face.
“Hey! How’d everything go out there? I watched a little bit of it, and it looked beautiful. Made me wanna cry,” you say. It’s not a total lie, you did watch about five minutes of the televised funeral before you noticed Jersey Shore was on.
Starlight glances at Homelander, then back to you with a bright smile. “It went great. I wish you–you guys were there with us.”
“What’d you do to pass the time?” Homelander asks. His eyes stray down towards the papers you’re holding close to your chest, then focus back on your face.
“Noir’s teaching me ASL! We’re gonna turn it into a weekly thing, hopefully. Right?” You look at him for assurance, and he nods.
“I didn’t know you knew sign language,” Starlight says, looking at Black Noir.
He nods again. “Fuck,” he signs, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you.
Homelander removes his hands from behind his back and claps them together once, twice, three times. The sound reverberates off the walls of the empty, spacious room. He gives you and Black Noir a double thumbs up with a wide grin, though there’s something in his eyes that doesn’t match the supposed good mood. You can’t tell why. Maybe he’s stressed from the morning he had?
“That’s the type of team bonding we need! Man, I wish I had come up with that,” Homelander muses. “Maybe we can all join in on one of those sessions. It would really strengthen our camaraderie, don’t you agree?”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Starlight says.
You watch the way Black Noir’s shoulders lower as he slouches, resigned, then nods for a third time. While waiting for Maeve to get there so Homelander can discuss the upcoming plans for the team, you take another peek at the page filled with drawings of you because you can’t help yourself. With a small smile, you look up from the page and at Black Noir. He doodles a happy face then pushes the notebook towards you so you can see it, which just makes your smile grow.
You don’t notice the way both Homelander and Starlight have their eyes trained on you.
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QUEEN MAEVE | MAGGIE SHAW (the boys)
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“The Usual” (Queen Maeve x Fem!Reader)
| You and Maeve run into each other after you’ve been accepted to The Seven. You get along so well that she starts to feel bad about how Vaught treats you, and warns you about them. Your reaction is…something.
| Reader is always black unless I say differently
| Reader’s supe persona is reminiscent of Catwoman and as such fits the M.O. of Talon from The Boys comics. So that’s Reader’s thing in this one.
| SFW, no happy ending
| 1k+
You’re in the elevator with Maeve joking about the newest marketing ploy Vaught was getting y’all to do.
“When I joined The Seven I didn’t expect so much swimwear to be involved.”
Maeve laughs as she leans against the back of the metal wall.
“The amount of thongs in the slideshow alone gave me the chills.”
“Yup. Instead of firemen calendars Vaught has the Girls Get it Done box.”
“Including calendars, t-shirts, and tiny funko pops of all our signature boss ladies!”
Maeve laughs, but it doesn’t last long.
Ever since you’ve met her you’ve gotten the gist that they used to. You’re not stupid, you saw the promotional material Vaught shoved down everybody’s throat once she publicly came out.
“Brave Maeve!” What a load of shit.
You’d seen the woman that had almost always been beside her and considering how fleeting Maeve’s smiles were, how she was always stuck quietly around corners, and the fact that you’d been here for weeks and have yet to see the lady that was attached to Maeve’s hip in all the pictures you could guess what happened.
You honestly hadn’t expected to get so comfortable around her, let alone have her requesting team ups with you, so this new camaraderie was a nice surprise. You were glad you could give her some reprieve after her break up.
When you turn back to crack another joke, maybe even compliment her on the move she’d pulled when sparring with you earlier, you’re caught up by the look on her face.
She’s stopped smiling entirely, face creasing in worry as her eyes instantly meet your own.
“Girl, are you good?”
She swallows and crosses her arms. Her lips thin, she presses them together so hard, and you shift on your feet. The elevator’s still moving so you’re not worried about getting stuck, but you knew Vaught’s cruelty better than most.
Something snarls deep in your chest. There’s a very real possibility that the reason you got so close was so that Vaught could pull a Soldier Boy and finally get rid of you. A possibility that you missed. Fuck.
Your eyes narrow, “Maeve?”
She seems to snap out of the contemplative silence she fell into. Eyes gaining a clarity they’d briefly lost.
The change doesn’t make you feel better.
“Please don’t take me saying this as me trying to be a bitch, but you know being in The Seven gets worse than them forcing you into a bikini right?” She shakes her head, “Way worse.”
You squint at her, “I mean yeah. No one’s ever one hundred percent comfortable at their job.”
She shakes her head, it’s violent enough her hair whips around her head. When she looks back at you her eyes have gone worryingly bright.
“There’s not loving your job and then being held captive in it. I like you, so I need you to know that you should leave while you still can.”
You start shaking your own head and stop looking at her as she gets a little closer. Your eyes track the elevator pinging from floor to floor.
The yellow light feels like it’s taunting you as it slowly flashes closer and closer to your floor number. You were still five floors away.
Maeve touches your arm and you bounce out of her reach. Her hands go up as she takes in the fighting stance you fall into, hand going to the bullwhip at your side in the moment.
Your breaths come out in harsh pants as you tip your head at her. You’re starting to regret leaving your talons at home. They were uncomfortable and got in the way, but they were sharp and tore through flesh almost too smoothly.
Your gaze is sharp as you take in your (maybe) opponent. Two more floors.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you all of a sudden. But I think it’d be best if you didn’t fucking touch me.”
“I’m sorry, Y/n.” As you shift so that you’re standing in front of the door she moves so that you stay in her sight, standing across from you. “But can you just listen to me?”
The door dings and you fall back before the sound has even finished reverberating around the metal box, squeezing yourself through the crack as the elevator doors open up, once it’s wide enough for you to slip through.
You don’t walk away the way you want though, not willing to turn your back on her when she’s acting so off. You ignore the people bustling past you in the hallway who seem to take in your tense stance and start rushing to leave the space.
Maeve steps out of the elevator looking much more composed than she has been and so you figure she’s more willing to talk with you than at you now.
“Why are you telling me this,” your voice is angry as you face her in the hallway.
“Because they’re using you!” Outburst come and gone, her face drops fully and she gives a hopeless shrug while glancing at you. “They’ll squeeze you dry and then kill you the second you become too much of a problem.”
She sniffs and the smile she gives you is steeped with self deprecation.
“If you’re lucky.”
Maeve’s statement doesn’t serve to do anything except upset you more.
“You don’t think I know that? I’m fully aware that I was only invited to The Seven because they lost their last resident minority and needed a new one.” You sigh, shoulders dropping. “They get to kill two birds with one stone. Replace the nazi ‘Girls Get It Done’ woman and their resident black in one throw.”
Maeve and you don’t do anything but look at each other and as the minutes tick on the both of you steadily un-tense. You sigh.
You walk over and grab one of her hands. She’s trying to do you a favor, and you appreciate it, but you don't need her to spell out Vaught’s many grievances to you.
“I know it looks bad that I don’t care, but I don’t need you saving me.”
She raises an eyebrow at you. A thinly manicured line of judgment, but she squeezes your hand back regardless. Butterflies threaten to flutter in your stomach and you bite each head off with a quiet sort of defeat.
You can’t have this any longer. She’ll get in your way.
“Okay,” her tongue glides slowly over the back of her teeth before she swallows and gives you a shallow smile. “I can respect that. What are you gonna do now?”
You tense, staring at her a little wide eyed. You expected this. The question. Why are you freezing up now?
The smile that stretches across your face feels like it’s being pinned in place. Little pinpricks that lift the corners of your mouth upwards. You’re vaguely aware that the smile is too wide. The longer you keep it up your face starts to burn and Maeve’s own tentative smile slowly transforms into a frown.
Her whole demeanor bypasses blank indifference and drops straight back into worry as you go still.
Her mouth’s moving, you’re watching it open and close in speech, but nothing’s reaching your ears from her.
Instead the voice that curls around your senses somewhere behind you is your agent’s.
“You fuck this up and it’s back to the center okay? Back to being shot up so we can make sure Temp V stays stable.”
You were a lab rat, you needed to keep it together. Rats didn’t get soft things, they got poisoned. The longer you let yourself be comfortable with her Vaught would find some way to make Maeve another rat trap.
You bounce back to yourself, smile dropping minutely but still staying in place. Your jaw aches.
“I’ve got it handled. That's all you need to know.”
You nod before slipping your hand from hers and walking off. She calls after you but you don’t respond. One foot after the other.
That’s all that mattered.
NOTES: IDK I was trying something out. I like Maeve but I couldn’t follow the current season and come up with something cute to write for her.
#queen maeve#maggie shaw#black!reader#black y/n#queen maeve x black!reader#queen maeve x fem!reader#the boys x black!reader#queen maeve x reader#maggie shaw x reader#x black!reader#the boys imagine#the boys#the boys x reader
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