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walkingnearfoxes · 21 days ago

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The Space Between the Lines (Homelander x Reader) - Chapter 9

2.1k words. NSFW. Mentions of smut and Homelander just wrecking reader’s life like the asshole he is. She/her Teacher Reader.

I’m sorry I’m going through this so quickly but I was bitten with the writing bug and it’s fatal.

There are a dozen teachers who would kill for this job. You’re just not sure that you’re one of them.

You’re silent for the rest of the short ride down. There is nothing you want to say or ponder aloud that should be privy to Homelander’s ears. In the meantime, you mentally go over all the steps that have brought you to this moment. Kissing him was one thing; you can write that off in your head as something you had to do to keep him from being an asshole. Having the hardest orgasm of your life in a Vought elevator at his hand is another thing.

What did this mean? What new circle of hell had you just unlocked? How deep would his teeth sink into you until they ripped you apart - and would you let him do it? Your spiral is interrupted by the ding of the elevator.

“You know, I’m not a mind reader,” Homelander muses as the doors open, “But I can hear your gears whirling a mile a minute. You always this thoughtful after an orgasm?”

Christ. If anyone had happened to be on this floor, they would have heard that. Fortunately, the hallway is empty. Homelander steps out, and you follow him.

You turn your head to look at his side profile. “I can think up a monologue if you give me a minute.”

He chuckles, and damn if his giddy mood didn’t make this situation all the more confusing. You’re unclear if he is genuinely enjoying your presence or if he’s just that good of a performer. “No time, I’m afraid,” He playfully laments as he rests a hand on the small of your back. “We’re already running a little late, thanks to you.”

“Thanks to me?”

“Finish quicker next time,” He chastises with a grin, and before you can muster any reply, he opens the door to the nearest office. He steps inside, the smug smile on his face shifting to something more guarded - more political. In the blink of an eye, he isn’t amused anymore; he’s putting on a show. “Ashley! You ready for us?”

Ashley looks as frazzled as she did when you first met with her to sign contracts. If anything, she looks worse - though you can’t blame her with what she has to deal with on a daily basis. Presently, the CEO looks to having trouble deciding whether or not she wants to stand up from her desk. She finally does stand and circles around the desk so quickly you’re surprised she doesn’t trip.

“Yes! Of course, I’m always open to you,” She beams at Homelander before turning to you, holding out a hand. “It’s so good to see you again. I don’t know if you remember but…”

Her voice drifts off as her eyes land on your neck. It takes you a moment to understand why, but then you remember Homelander left you with a hickey the size and color of an eggplant. With every ounce of professional training you have in you, you smile politely and shake her hand. “Good to see you too, Ashley. Sorry for the trouble.”

Before she can reply, Homelander cuts in with a laugh. “Trouble? What trouble? This is just a chat.” He moves his hand from your back to your shoulder and gives you two little pats. “Isn’t she adorable when she’s nervous, Ashley?”

You wonder if biting his hand would be worth inevitably being thrown across the room afterwards.

“She sure is, sir,” Ashley agrees with a smile so wide you’re sure you could jump through it. “So, is this the angle you want to go with? You two are together?”

Homelander lets go of your shoulder to wander towards Ashley’s desk and lets out an annoyed scoff. “Don’t make it sound so scientific. This’ll be bigger than any headline you could have mustered up. America’s greatest hero falling for a teacher…God, it writes itself.”

Ashley hurries after him. “Oh, I think it’s great! We just weren’t sure how you wanted to introduce this.”

He hums in thought as he picks up some papers off her desk, wrinkles his nose, and then plops them back onto the table. “We don’t need a press release for a relationship, Ashley. Let it happen naturally. Paparazzi will spot us in public a handful of times, we show up together at the movie premier next month, whoopdy doo.”

You turn and glance at the door, wondering if either of them would notice if you left.

“The…the movie premier for The Deep, sir?” Ashley asks in confirmation.

Homelander looks up at her with a perfectly arched brow. “Is there another premier you haven’t mentioned to me?”

“No! No, of course not,” She says hurriedly. “I just wanted to confirm.”

“God knows people will need a distraction from that fucked up Atlantis remake,” He murmurs. His reorganizing of Ashley’s desk settles on a particular paper. He pauses, and then barks out a laugh. “Oh, honey. You gotta take a look at this.”

Honey means you, apparently. You step forward and stop at the desk just out of his reach. He solves that problem by throwing his arm over your shoulders and tugging you closer. With another chuckle, he points to the paper. It’s a crappy celebrity magazine you’ve seen before around the city, but you’ve never bothered to actually look at it. But right there on the front cover is a picture of you at the cafe. It’s a shot of you watching Homelander flying off - and from this particular angle, it looks like you’re staring directly at his ass.

As you close your eyes in mortification, Homelander gives you a squeeze that mirrors affection. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed! It’s cute.”

You sigh. “I’m not looking-”

“So shy in front of everyone else,” He teases as he kisses the top of your head. “Where’s the loudmouth I had with me a few minutes ago?”

Your problems would all be solved if you could just sink into the ground. Maybe Starlight would let you have some compound V. They would call you the Groundsinker.

Homelander turns back to Ashley. “Well, guess this wraps everything up.”

It wrapped absolutely nothing up, but Ashley nods her head anyway. “Yes, sir. There is one more thing…”

His eyes narrow, immediately annoyed. “What?”

Ashley flinches. “The…the unveiling of your statue? In Rapid City?”

“Are you asking me to fly to fucking South Dakota? Now?”

Rapid City. That’s the closest city to Mount Rushmore. You bite down on your inner cheek to keep an insane laugh from escaping you. Is he trying to physically place himself next to George Washington? What you would give to understand how this madman’s brain operates.

Ashley is nearly vibrating. “W-we just think it would be good to show-”

“I’m not getting anywhere near those hicks, Ashley,” Homelander growls, his hold on you tightening. “If they want to fawn over me so badly, that’s what the fucking statue is for.”

“A few minutes wouldn’t kill you,” You say aloud, surprising yourself - and based on the wide eyes of Ashley and Homelander, both of them, too. “It’s not like you’d want to go to South Dakota for any other reason. A moment of publicity so you never have to go there again.”

There’s a long silence, and you once again ponder your future as the Groundsinker. Then, to Ashley’s near-visible relief, Homelander smiles. “A teacher and a publicist. Aren’t I lucky?” He kisses your cheek, his lips lingering a moment too long, before finally releasing you. “Alright, alright…I’ll give the inbreds a few hours. Ashley, make the arrangements.”

Ashley is immediately typing on your phone, and you watch as Homelander walks to the windows. He pushes them open with ease, and with a final wink to you, he’s flying off into the New York skyline. It will probably take him about 30 seconds to reach South Dakota. The visible reminder of his abilities makes your stomach do another roll.

You turn back to Ashley. She’s typing on her phone so quickly you wonder if her thumbs will set on fire. You take a step closer to her, and then another, but she does not acknowledge your presence. Finally, you clear your throat. “You wouldn’t happen to have any concealer around, would you?”

~-~

The concealer Ashley manages to find buried in her drawers does little. At the very least, it turns the purple of your mark into a more palatable shade of pink. At certain angles, it could look like a weird birthmark. You adjust your shirt as best as possible to cover it - it does little - and walk with deliberate angles when you return to Ryan. You don’t stay int he penthouse long. The kid takes one look at you, and you can visualize the dozens of questions in his mind. If you had any answers, you would provide them. Instead, all you can offer is a goodbye and a promise to review his essay tonight.

Ryan’s smile is uneasy. “Okay…I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You smile back as best as you can. “Of course, buddy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Your commute home passes in a blur. More than a couple of people look at you, and your brain spirals into the many reasons that could be the case. They may be wondering what about this day has made you walk like a zombie. They may be curious about the large mark on the side of your neck. Or, most concerningly to you, maybe they recognize you from the tabloids. Luckily for your sanity, no one says a thing to you, and you can convince yourself that you’re just being paranoid.

When you walk back into your apartment, Addie is sprawled on the couch with her laptop in her lap. She sits up immediately at the sight of you, and the computer collapses helplessly to the floor. She doesn’t notice or care as she rushes up to you. “Hey! How did it…” Her eyes drift to the Homelander hickey, and her eyes widen in disbelief. “Oh my God.”

You sigh. “Addie-”

“The fuck, is he a vampire?!” She snaps, angry and horrified all at once. “What happened?”

You step inside the apartment and take off your jacket. “He fingered me in the elevator, and I think we’re a couple now.”

“...what?”

You turn back to look at her. “Are you still going to the cabin for the weekend?”

Penny’s family owns a cabin up in the Adirondacks. She’s taken you and Addie there a few times as a relief from the city. The upcoming weekend was a rare time when both Penny and Addie had time off. They had been planning this getaway for weeks, and you could not think of a better time for two of your dearest friends to be in an isolated cabin.

“Fuck no,” Addie says immediately. “I’m not leaving you in this.”

You shake your head firmly. “You have to.”

She says your name pleadingly and takes a step closer to you. “This is insane. We’re not leaving you with this monster-”

“Don’t…” You stop at the bewilderment on her face, and let out a sigh. You don’t want to tell her how there’s always a chance that he’s listening; he may very well be listening right now. Unless you want to wear zinc bodysuits, each word you say needs to be carefully crafted. Finally, you speak again - quieter this time. “Addie, we don’t know what he’s capable of. No one does. All I know is that he’s closing in, and he does not like you. You need to be out of town for a while.”

You can’t recall ever seeing your friend look so vulnerable. Her eyes are wide, her face paling. “I-I don’t care.”

“But I do,” You clench her hands tightly. “Please. Until I know more about what this is…please. For me.”

She’s silent for a long moment, but you see her stubbornness fading - and briefly, you see she is even more terrified than you are. She hugs you around your shoulders and lets out a shaky sigh against your skin. “Fuck, man.”

You hug her back tightly. “It…it’s gonna be okay.”

Addie’s grip tightens. “Promise me I’m not going to come home to…promise me I’ll still find you here.”

You hesitate, but force the words out. “Promise,” You pull back and put on a smile. “Just…think of this as an extended forced vacation, okay?”

She huffs a laugh, and your heart clenches as she wipes tears from her eyes. “Never thought Homelander would be giving me a vacation.”

Your smile tries to fade, but you force it back on. “Yeah…he’s really giving.”

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