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Kinktober request: #5 or #22 homelander x reader ❤️❤️

Homelander x f!reader. Notes: 18+ breeding kink + creampie/semi-public sex + clothed sex + daddy/mommy kink. see AO3 link for detailed tags. Sequel. It's been nearly a year since the start of your whirlwind relationship with none other than The Homelander, and about a week since the two of you decided you wanted to start a family. By his logic, if he's going to put a baby in you, he needs to fuck you as often as possible, even if that means in a flimsy trailer on the set of his upcoming film.

“Aaaand cut! Perfect, absolutely perfect, sir,” the director calls out, pleased as punch.

Homelander offers two thumbs up to the crowd of eager extras, who clap excitedly. “You hear that, folks? Perfect. Aaalright, awesome. Take five, you deserve it!” He goes on, pointing to actors and crew alike as he makes his way by. When he spots you waiting by his seat, his expression lights up like the 4th of July. You never get tired of it.

Ready for him, you offer him an uncapped bottle of water. He takes it immediately, knocking back a long swig of it. The bottle is half empty when he hands it back to you. “Hey, babe. Glad you could make it,” he greets loudly, leaning down to press a sweet, perfectly chaste kiss to your lips. “Five fuckin’ takes for some mindless cheering,” he mutters under his breath, for your ears alone. “Fucking amatuers.”

You smile sympathetically, half wincing on his behalf, biting back a laugh. “It was a little painful to watch. You were great, though,” you say just as quietly, twisting the cap back on the bottle.

“Yeah, naturally,” he scoffs, though you can see the praise settle warmly in his expression. He puts his hands on his hips, giving you a once-over. There’s a subtle shift in his expression, particularly around his eyes. “Hey, run some lines with me?” he asks, bringing his voice up loud enough to be overheard. “There’s a few things I wanna try with you. See how they feel.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Of course.”

Homelander leads you to his trailer, opening the door and gesturing you through like a proper gentleman, though some of the effect is lost when he gives you a swift and playful slap on the ass as you walk past him. “ Homelander,” you scold through a laugh. Before you can even set down the water bottle you’re carrying, Homelander catches you by the wrist and spins you right around, pulling you in for a hungry kiss, the persona he wore for the crew dissipating immediately.

You drop the water bottle to the ground without a thought, wrapping your arms around his neck. His gloved hands descend on you, cupping your ass to pull you tight against him. His lips part readily for your tongue, moving against yours eagerly. You can already feel the tension of the day beginning to unwind from his muscles, which never fail to relax beneath your touch. Every time you come back to one another, whether it’s been hours or days, he kisses you like it’s been months, and holds you like he’ll never let you go.

“Get my belt,” he murmurs, squeezing your ass. You oblige right away, reaching into the narrow bit of space between your bodies to unclasp the buckle. You get the zipper down, but that’s as far as you get before he’s cupping his hands under your ass and hoisting you up against him. It startles a giggle out of you, breaking the kiss. He sets you down on the counter built into the wall of the trailer, pressing in close between your legs.

The extra height gives him the perfect vantage to kiss his way down your throat. When he reaches the first button of your shirt, he brings his hands up and simply yanks the whole thing open, sending the pearlized little white buttons flying every which way, startling a gasp from you. “You have to stop doing that, I’m running out of shirts,” you tell him, laughing breathlessly.

Homelander’s grinning. “I’ll stop when it stops turning you on,” he counters, pushing his gloved hands into your shirt, settling on your bare waist. He leans in to nuzzle at your chest, kissing at your cleavage. He starts to move his hands to your bra, but you stop him with two hands on his wrists, pushing his right back down to your waist.

“Don’t you dare,” you tell him, reaching up to unclasp the front closure of your bra. “I like this bra.”

“I like it better on the floor,” he purrs, looking down to admire your chest, licking his lips. His eyes glaze over a little, struck by the assortment of marks that decorate your body. Despite the feverish way he behaves, as if it’s been ages since he felt you, he fucked you thoroughly this morning, and the proof of it has blossomed beautifully on your skin.

“Fuck,” he breathes, leaning in to mouth at one of the bruises just above your breast. It’s tender, but the gentle way he tends to it makes you shiver pleasantly. He kisses a trail lower until his lips close over your nipple, sucking with a pleased sigh. He’s always loved your tits, whether he has his mouth on them or his cock between them. He can’t ever help but play with them, and after this morning, they’re still a little sore.

“Mm, gentle, sweetheart. Still tender,” you remind him, threading your fingers through his hair. The pressure of his lips lessens instantly, turning into more kissing and laving than sucking, the heat of his mouth erupting goosebumps across your skin. Lovingly, you drag your nails along his scalp, sighing softly yourself. “Nothing there for you yet,” you say, amused, watching as he switches from one breast to the other.

“Emphasis on yet,” he says, straightening up to kiss you again. He pulls you up off of the counter, and moves you instead to the bed tucked in at the far wall of his trailer. He sets you down gently on the mattress. For all that he loves marking you up with his mouth, he never fails to handle you like you’re made of glass. Not only because you’re fragile in the face of his strength, but because you are precious. “Roll over,” he tells you, standing straight. “Show me.”

Your stomach flips with excitement. Rolling over onto your belly, you sit up on your knees, and reach under your skirt to pull down your underwear, leaving it around your thighs. Looking over your shoulder at him, you make a show of lowering yourself first onto your hands and knees, and then further down until you fold your arms on the bed, and rest your head atop them, leaving your ass raised.

Homelander’s gloved hands slide up the backs of your bare thighs, slowly pushing your skirt up over your hips. “Christ,” he hisses like he’s been gut punched. He brushes a single finger down the line of your ass until he reaches your pussy, where the end of a pretty pink toy sits flush. “You kept this in all morning?”

You smile, giving your hips a little wiggle. “Yeah. Didn’t wanna waste a drop.” He groans, but instead of responding, you feel him brace both hands on your ass, and the next thing you know he’s dragging his tongue in circles along the rim of the toy, wringing a gasp from you.

His tongue flattens against your clit and you rock your hips without a thought, moaning at the hot, wet press of it. He gives your ass a sharp little slap, the sound muffled by the leather of his gloves, but the feel of it is no less delicious. You know he’s encouraging you, so you push back harder against him, making proper use of his tongue while he keeps you spread wide, the toy grinding a little deeper into you with every push against his mouth.

You moan loud, which earns a low chuckle from Homelander, the rumble of it against your clit driving you wild. “Any louder, you’re gonna end up in the movie,” he says, reminding you that there is in fact a live film crew right outside the flimsy tin-can walls of this temporary trailer. A rush of embarrassment flushes your cheeks, but you barely have time to process it before Homelander is at it again, holding your ass tight while he laps and sucks at your clit. You quickly cover your mouth, muffling another low moan. Homelander is a menace with his tongue, curling the tip of it firm against you, flicking faster and more consistently than any normal man or toy could hope to.

One final slap to your ass tips you over the edge. The shock of sensation combined with the swirl of his tongue hurls you into an orgasm that ripples through your entire body, leaving your cunt clenching desperately around the toy buried inside you.

You jerk slightly as Homelander continues to lazily lap at you, slurping loudly and purposefully enough that you know he’s preening.

“John,” you moan softly, flinching away from his persistent mouth. He strokes up the backs of your thighs, petting you as he relents, drawing away. You adjust yourself on your knees, spreading your legs wider. Your shirt and bra hang open while your skirt is hiked up over your hips, panties down to your knees, leaving you somehow both dressed and yet wholly exposed. “John, get this thing out of me. Fuck me. I want to feel you.”

You hear Homelander stand, and then place one hand on your hip, while the other grips the end of the pink plug. You feel the leather tips of his glove brush your pussy as he twists it slowly, drawing it out just a touch before he pushes it back inside. “You are going to have to ask me nicer than that, sweetheart,” he purrs, thrusting it lightly in and out. You whine, twisting your hand in the bedding. “I didn’t even hear a ‘please’ in there.”

“Please, John,” you correct, lips curling into a mischievous smile. You sway your hips side to side before pushing back against him, chasing the deep press of the toy, only for Homelander to follow your movement, keeping it infuriatingly still inside you. “Please, fuck me.”

“Nooot quite,” he says, and though you can tell he’s trying to sound unaffected, there’s a roughness to his voice. He’s as impatient as you are. You can feel it in the way his hand flexes on your hip, restraint buzzing in him like an electrical thrum. He twists the toy again. “Ask real nice.”

“Please, daddy,” you moan, arching your back even deeper. “I need you to fuck me.” Homelander’s hand tightens on your hip, his grip just shy of painful, just how you like it. You hope he leaves a bruise there, too. You hope he fucks you so good you can’t sit without remembering it.

Finally, blessedly, Homelander pulls the toy out. You hear his breath hitch as the mess he made of you this morning drips out alongside it. He catches it with his gloved fingers and pushes it right back in, pumping them easily into your slick cunt. “Fffffuck,” he says though his teeth, withdrawing his fingers. You feel the wetness of it drip down the insides of your thighs, and spread your legs back wide.

“Daddy’s got you,” he says, an answer to the sweet way you whimper for him. You feel the thick head of his cock press against you, followed almost immediately by the familiar aching stretch of it spreading you open. “That’s it. Fuck, fit so good on daddy’s cock.” Homelander holds you steady, rocking in and out, moving deeper with each thrust. You’re still so fucking soaked from this morning, from his tongue working you up, that it’s an easy glide all the way inside.

Forgetting yourself, you give a loud, keening moan when he bottoms out. It’s too much not to, the sheer heat and weight of his cock taking you apart. You’re still slightly tender at your core, and the press of him at that tenderness feels so fucking good, you think you’re going to lose your mind.

“Ssshhh,” Homelander coos, though it sounds tight, hushed through a clenched jaw. “You need some help keepin’ quiet, sweetheart?”

Feverishly, you nod. You try to grind back against him, but all it takes is one hand braced on your ass to keep you perfectly in place. Homelander leans over you, and with his free hand, takes hold of your face, his palm planted firmly over your mouth, thumb and fingers digging into either side of your face.

“Don’t you worry,” he says. You think you can hear him biting his tongue, maintaining his composure by a thin thread. “Daddy’s gonna put a baby in you.”

Homelander snaps his hips against yours, and the cry you give is thoroughly muffled behind his gloved hand. The pace he adopts is immediately relentless, skin striking skin like a match, igniting a roaring fire inside you. You give a weak moan into his palm, eyes rolling back into your skull. There’s nowhere in the world you feel better than in his hands, pressed snug against him, at the mercy of his strength. Homelander could easily snap you in half with an ounce of this power, but instead he pours himself into using it to give you everything you want.

The first time he left you bruised, he looked twice as wounded by it. When you begged him to do it again, he learned just how deeply you loved it, how much you needed it. The two of you have relished in it ever since; seeing your ownership of each other marked across your body. You own his strength, and he owns your fragility.

You’re sucking in breaths as deep as you can from your nose alone, losing yourself in the sound of him fucking you. You can feel your eyes misting not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelm of pleasure, of your emotions soaring alongside it to an all time high. Homelander has learned so perfectly how to fuck you, but more importantly than that, he has learned how to love you.

Homelander’s as rough off as you are. You can hear him panting, his thrusts losing their consistency, growing faster. You’re both hurdling rapidly towards the peak of your release, which makes it all the worse when he abruptly pulls out of you.

You cry out your spike of frustration against his palm, confused. His hand leaves your mouth and grabs at your hips instead, flipping you over so swiftly that you have to catch your breath. “Wha—“ you don’t get to finish, or really even formulate a thought before Homelander is descending back down upon you, kissing you with such a fervency that it takes your breath away all over again.

“Want to see you,” he murmurs against your lips, lining himself back up. You moan into the kiss as he pushes right back inside you, quickly picking up that same pace. “Want to see you come. See you take my load. See you become a mother,” he says, voice rough, practically a growl. His hand settles right back over your mouth, holding you firmly in place as he keeps your eyes on his. “So fucking beautiful. Look at you. Fuck, be my sweet mommy, won’t you? Tits fat, carrying the child of a god,” he says, the last word falling from his lips like a moan.

Your own moans crescendo into near sobs, the pressure inside you building back up so rapidly that you can barely process what he’s saying, let alone any words of your own, even if you could speak. He’s fucking you absolutely stupid, knocking every thought out of your brain and leaving only the feel, smell and taste of him.

Homelander hikes your legs up so high you’re bent nearly in half, each thrust rocking the bed, as well as the whole fucking trailer. Even without your cries, there’s no way the entire set hasn’t noticed the shake of it. They know he’s fucking you, there’s no doubt of that, but do they know he’s making you the mother of his child, marking you so thoroughly inside and out that there could be no doubt in the world that you’re his, and he’s yours?

Your body locks up and you scream into Homelander’s hand, stars erupting behind your eyes, the explosion of pleasure brighter and louder in your ears than any 4th of July could hope to be. It’s joined immediately by the white hot heat of his own release, flooding you with pump after pump of his come. Homelander doesn’t stop, he fucks it into you as deep as he can, riding the waves of your shared orgasm until he can’t stand it anymore, going still above you with a quivered noise.

Homelander’s hand lifts carefully from your face, falling to the bed next to your head. When you open your eyes, they’re bleary with tears. When you meet his gaze, you see that his are just as wet as yours. He whispers your name, and kisses you with a tenderness that is far more likely to shatter you than any blow.

Feeling weak and brainless, you barely manage to lift your arms enough to cup either side of his face, holding him against you with all the strength you can muster.

“I love you,” he says, voice wrecked with lovesickness. It devastates you, sets loose the tears that had been welling in your eyes. You kiss him back, pouring the love swelling painfully in your chest into every moment of it, stroking his face with your fingers, even as they tingle, borderline numb from the vice grip you held the sheets in.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, voice cracking. Your body feels like it’s buzzing all over, lit bright with electrical currents.

The two of you stay like that for a long while, gradually regaining rational thought. You can hear the din of conversation in the distance, the film crew and other set members going about their business. That mortification is something you will have to address another time, as at the moment, you’re far too blissed out to care.

Homelander is the first to move, carefully lifting himself up off of you. He doesn’t go far, however, just enough to move you gently onto your side. Moving in close behind you, your breath catches as he gently slips his cock right back inside you, stopping the spill. Nuzzling at the back of your neck, he settles, wrapping both of his arms around you. Relaxing against him comes as easily as breathing, the edges of your bodies slotting together like jigsaw pieces. You tap his hand lightly, and automatically, he lifts it so that you can slide off his glove, allowing you to interlace your fingers properly with his.

It’s a few minutes more after that before you can even begin to formulate a sentence. “That was…” You realize you don’t even have a word for what that was. Somehow, the passion he is capable of inspiring still leaves you speechless.

“You’re everything I never thought I could have,” he says, voice ghosting along the shell of your ear before he kisses it. You squeeze his hand tightly, looking over your shoulder at him. He’s smiling lazily, eyes cast low. You stretch to kiss him, and he meets you halfway. “Everything I ever wanted.”

“You have me,” you assure him, stroking his hand. “Now. Tomorrow. Forever.”

“Forever,” he echoes, the word sounding like a promise on his lips. You settle back down on the pillow, and he sinks back down against you.

It doesn’t take you long to doze. Within ten minutes, you’re drifting in and out of consciousness. Maybe fifteen minutes after that, you hear the most tentative knock the world has ever known.

“Uh-uhm, Homelander, sir? Y-you’re n-needed on set,” comes a voice as mousy as the knock had been, some poor intern who sounded like he thought he was about to lose his job and his life in one fell swoop.

“Tell them they can fuckin’ wait an hour,” Homelander practically snarls, a sharp contrast to the sweetness he always speaks to you with. “I’m on lunch.”

“Y-yes sir!” Comes the response, followed by hurried steps dashing far, far away from the trailer.

With an amused little grunt, Homelander snuggles back in against you.

“You terrorize them,” you accuse, the tired smile audible in your voice.

Homelander chuckles. “S’good for them. Builds character.”

“Oh, so that’s the type of father you’ll be?” You ask, stroking the back of his hand.

He shifts his hand down, cupping it over your belly, rubbing it affectionately. He always does when the subject arises, as if imagining the child is there, listening to him. “I’m gonna be a great dad,” he says quietly. Though it sounds like a statement, you can hear the question in his voice.

“I know you are,” you assure him, squeezing his hand against your stomach. “We’re going to learn together.

In the end, the crew decides to rework the schedule, moving Homelander’s scene to the next day. After all, he never did run those lines.

#surprise i combined the two #icb i got this done in one day haha im normally so slow #homelander x reader #homelander fanfiction #homelander x you #homelander #my writing #sorry it's late!!!#kinktober #I wrote this in fugue state and take no responsibility #ask and you shall receive #smut

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