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When heâs talking to himself in the mirror and he shakes his head no to the âwhy do you keep running into the same brick wall?â
Oh right, ofc! I'm sure it was scripted! It's very Homelander and especially Mirrorlander-esque. I loooove all the Mirrorlander scenes. It really shows what a phenomenal actor Antony Starr is! Bcs that's totally the same character, yet it's not and I'm blown away by that!
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From their first interaction of "how long has it been, John?" and "long enough that nobody calls me John anymore." I gathered that they haven't seen each since Homelander's debut. In general I think it's an odd photo because not only is Vogelbaum not sentimental, he doesn't see Homelander as a close friend or coworker. At most he'd have a display of the report signing that experiment was a success.
I love that this photo makes it look like they snapped a pic as soon as homelander arrived, printed it and framed it right then and there before they had their conversation. Isn't the point that they haven't seen each other since homelander left the lab?
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I really wanna know if âpants on fireeeâ was in the script because it takes me OUTTT
I'm so sorry I have 0 clue what this is in reference to đđ
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See... See?? I'm not crazy!! These exhibits just prove my scientific thesis
does anyone else see the similarities between out-of-season antony starr (with his glasses, dark hair and a scruffy beard) and walter white? or am i crazy???
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does anyone else see the similarities between out-of-season antony starr (with his glasses, dark hair and a scruffy beard) and walter white? or am i crazy???
#anytime i see him in his non-homelander look it takes me a while to figure out who he looks like and then it clicks#i feel more vulnerable sharing this tidbit than i ever did talking about nasty kinks lmaooo
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Just finished the new plate of Michelin star food you served up- and the whole homelander âmaking you feel like now one will satisfy you againâ makes me thing of kieran valentine from monster high. Bro is stealing hearts and the girls will never be the same afterwards. The endless search to get that feeling again EUGHHH
omg you guys are so sweet to me đđđ michelin star!!! I weep and sob and cry at every kind word y'all imprint into my soul
Oh my I love that comparison! If it wouldn't kill you Homelander would bury his hands in your chest and cradle your heart stroking it softly as it beats for him. Alas, he'll have to satisfy himself with pressing his fingers to your pulse đ
I love that this idea works both to highlight his planet-sized ego bcs of course there's never gonna be anyone better than him but also the need for love and approval and that undying connection. Because, there's never gonna be anyone better than him, right? You promise??
But yeah if you survive and move on from the whirlwind that is a relationship with homelander (good luck) nothing will ever feel the same
#im so fucking hyped to write more honestly#im so happy to have gotten my streak back#and everyone's incredible feedback just makes me tender and even more excited to write#homelander x reader#asks!
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Homelander making s/o squirt for the first time (as in she's never done that before AT ALL, like homegirl ain't even know she could)
Sorry this is pretty damn late but also it kinda spawned out of nowhere as soon as I was free from my previous fic lmao. What I thought was gonna be a max 400 words lil drabble turned into 2k so enjoy the extra!
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First Time for Everything
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18+ Only | 2.1k | Homelander x fem!Reader | Cunnilingus. Fingering. Overstimulation. Squirting. Literally just PWP.
Written for anon đ
Homelanderâs got you with your back flush to the bed, panting and twitching. Heâs just finished a damn good job of licking and sucking your cunt through an orgasm, as always delivered without a hitch. Youâre there thrashing around like a fish out of water but heâs got your hips pinned down and thereâs not a chance in hell you could ever get out of his titanium hold.
With his head still buried in between your thighs he flattens his tongue over your quivering pussy, feeling every throb, pulse and twitch. Fuck, you feel good against his tongue. While most people he encounters quiver with fear, you quiver with mindless pleasure, the muscles in your thighs shaking around his head. The smell of you has him hungry for more as he laps over your weeping cunt a few more times, catching your clit at every swipe of his tongue. And you taste fucking divine. It was only appropriate for a god like him to be served the most exquisite pussy.
He moves his hand up, pressing down on your pubic area to hold you while his other, now free, hand squeezes his shaft through the soft padding of his pants. Itâs not really enough, not enough at all. Especially compared to the delicious squeeze of your cunt he recently got so used to. He pulls back to watch as it uselessly squeezes around nothing, begging for his cock and his cock only.Â
All in due time. If he stuffed you full now, the fresh tight, orgasm-powered squeeze of your slick walls would have him spilling in no time. You truly were lucky to have him. Nobody else could be so attuned to your needy bodyâs reactions. Nobody else could see your inner walls pulsate and throb, still coated in your delicious sticky sap.
Just as your orgasm eases off, you lift yourself up slowly to your elbows, then to an almost sitting position, supported by your hands. But Homelander isnât ready to give up the control he has over your convulsing body. So instead he stops squeezing his cock and he pushes you down on your back again.
âNope, you stay down. Iâm not done with you yet.â His tone was innocently cheerful but his grin didnât hide the depravity of his thoughts. Oh the thoughts running through his head on just how many ways he can ruin you. Just how many orgasms can he give you before you pass out? Have you ever come without getting your now poor and overstimulated clit played with? He should find out. Fucking into your cunt at every angle imaginable, from either side, front and back, upside down; he could do it allâeffortlessly. And when your pussy is raw and aching? Well then heâll have a little play around with your cute ass. Have you ever had your asshole fingered? Of course not, you were too sweet for that.Â
Now that youâre his heâs gonna have to work hard to screw that sweetness out of you until heâs left with an unabashedly begging mess that he knows is hiding in you. His cock throbs at the idea. The idea of corrupting you to your filthy core is a tempting one.
He wantsâno, needsâyou to know that thereâs never gonna be anyone that can make you feel like this.
Now that youâre on your back again without much protesting, he peels his gloves off. He thought about stretching your cunt around the soft leather of his glove but the temptation to feel your throbbing flesh around his bare digits was too strong to overcome.Â
He places his left palm flat on your pubic area, pressing down a little. Looking up he meets your eyes and with another shark-like dazzling grin he asks. âComfortable?â
You give a cutesy little nod, biting your lip. How dare you look so cute. Other vermin usually tremble in fear anytime heâs close to getting his hands on them whether it be with good intentions or not, yet there you are with his palm pressing down on you and all it does is send a thrill up your spine. The same palm that is capable of very easily crushing the bones in your pelvis is currently splayed out tapping each finger in succession against your skin.
You give your hips a wiggle just to show him how comfortable you are with barely being able to move.
âGood.â He smiles at you, his heart skipping a beat at the joy and excitement that is pouring out of you. You really fucking love him. Feeling overwhelmed by that ballooning emotion he looks down instead focusing his thoughts on your pussy. Sheâs eagerly waiting for him, so really itâd be rude of him to take any longer.
His pointer and middle finger slide from the top of your slit all the way down. Immediately coated in the sticky goodness your cunt canât seem to stop producing around him. His slicked fingers go up to your clit, spread in a V shape, now catching your clit where they meet. You give him a few little squeaks each time he gives your clit another teasing bump. How you appear so apple pie sweet even when heâs got his fingers and lips soaked in your juices never ceases to amaze him.
His fingers finally make it down to your hole. Itâs pulsating right in front of his fingers, opening up and just trying to slurp him in. Itâs a miracle he hasnât shoved his cock in there yet today. He licks his lips, the taste of you a reminder of good times while the tips of his fingers slide in.
He parts his lips, eyebrows furrowed as he watches your flesh eagerly slick his way through. He lets out a short cut-off gasp as he turns his fingers upside down with his palm now facing up while still inside you. And god is it fucking tight in there. He hasnât had a chance to stretch you out yet. His cock throbs constantly now, his balls feel heavy, aching to unload inside you. Just feeling your cunt choke his fingers out makes him gasp. The memory of what itâs like to have you squeeze his hard shaft is indescribable, yet he feels it vividly around his fingers knowing youâd be pulling load after load from him. No chance heâs pulling out with a grip like that, fuck.
Heâs way too close to messing up his pants with how vivid his memory feels so instead he focuses on you. He needs to ruin you as much as you ruin him. There you are happily on your back not even knowing how hard youâre making this on him. He needs you just as ruined. Just as hazy with the lust he feels anytime he smells your cunt get wet.
He pumps his fingers in and out a few times, getting the digits thoroughly soaked. He presses you down a little harder. You need to be kept in place. He crooks his fingers up, pressing against the soft spongy spot with his fingertips.Â
Heâs only two knuckles deep when he pumps his fingers inside you. He starts slowly. His strong fingers massage you, forcing gentle sighs out of you. Yeah, that wonât do. Going a little harder, he fucks his fingers in and out of you in a curved motion, hitting those upper walls with each stroke. His approach is loose and relaxed, giving you a little warm-up.Â
âHomelanderâŚâ Like music to his ears you moan his name. Your upper body arches. Your hands squeeze the sheets, your own tits, anything. Not being able to move your hips leaves you defenseless. He speeds up. He keeps up the same rhythm, unfaltering in the motion. The squelch of you alone has him salivating. Whether itâs because heâs hungry to eat your pussy again or just desperate to bury himself balls-deep he doesnât know, but he wants it either way.
âOh god, wait, itâs too much..â One of your hands grips his forearm, trying to pull his hand away from holding you down but you stand no chance. Good luck pushing against his godly frame. The only way youâd get him off would be if he took mercy on you. And heâs definitely not planning on that.
Your responsive cunt quivers around his digits. He feels your rushed breath and raised heart rate through the press of his hand. Itâs delicious. Giving up any control you ever had over yourself and letting him take the wheel. Even though his pace is harsh, his rhythm is even. He fucks you silly as you cry out, eyes welling up with tears when he doesnât let up.
âWait, wait, wait, slow down! Please, fuckâoh fuckâplease slow down, Homelander!â You sound shrill, panicked as an unfamiliar feeling rises in your core when Homelanderâs fingers plunge into you over and over again, rubbing your wet cunt raw and sensitive.Â
He doesnât stop. Not yet. He wants another pretty big finish. He wants a display equivalent to the fanfare of the 4th of July fireworks. He wants you to celebrate him. Your body needs to appreciate how much heâs giving you.
Each wet throb of your pussy has his cock leaking into his underwear and if he were any ordinary man heâd be losing all self-control, rutting into the sheets or just you, chasing his own spectacular finish. But this is about you proving how much you love him. How much are you willing to endure?
 âPlease, itâs too much, too much, toomuch.â Youâre gasping for breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your cheeks are streaked with tears as your pathetic attempts at getting him to stop fail. Heâs unyielding. A marble statue. Perfect in every way.
Your cunt is vividly locking up around his fingers and while he expected a show-stopping orgasm he didnât expect this. A gush of clear liquid spurts out of you, followed by wail coming from your lips. Fuck. Youâre a squirter. He pulls his fingers out with a squelch as you gush a few more times, soaking his hand, the sheets beneath you and his sleeve. Looking at his soaked sleeve now he thinks he doesnât even want to get it washed out, carrying the scent of your pussy around like a trophy.Â
Itâs uncontrollable. Your muscles quiver in a way heâs never seen before. He plunges his fingers into you again, greedy to see if thereâs any more in you. Come on, you can do better for him. He deserves the fucking best.
He fucks his fingers into your weeping cunt rapidly, less rhythm this time as he realizes that the heavy breathing he hears is coming from him. Youâre wetter than youâve ever been, slick and squirt coating your thighs, running down in between your ass cheeks adding to the embarrassing bodily squelch of being just a bit too messy.Â
Itâs alright, he can be messy too. Heâll forgive you for this.
You throb hot and heavy around his fingers and he pulls them out again as he watches you gush two more respectable spurts out of your exhausted pussy. He finally lifts his palm off your pubic area and already youâre squirming, pulling back from him and letting your muscles quiver freely.
âWow, someone didnât share all their talents with me!â He looks at you. Wow. He wishes he had a camera on him. Youâre panting, your eyes are wet and hazy, your lips are swollen from the way youâve been biting them and youâve broken out into sweat. âMade a nasty mess, sweetheart.â He gives your pussy a wet pat with his hand while itâs still in reach.Â
âI didnâtâI didnât know I couldâŚâ You sound wrecked. Jesus, heâs done a number on you. But thatâs good, you do a number on him each time too. It was only fair you got to know what it's like to feel so uncontrollably good. âUmh, huh, IâmâIâm sorry. For the mess, I mean.â Arenât you cute? He forced you to squirt and yet your good nature made you feel like apologizing. The only person you should apologize to should be the Vought employee thatâs gonna be responsible for changing the sheets after heâs fully done with you. And even then they donât fucking deserve your apology.
By now heâs had enough of you pulling away, trying to keep him away from this beautiful performance. My god, you were a natural at this. And heâs so fucking close to making you unravel fully.
âShh, shh, none of that. No apologies. InsteadâŚâ He trails off, flashing you another sharp grin. He grabs you by your thighs pulling you right against where he's rock hard and aching.Â
âThink you can do that on my cock too?â
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huuuge thanks to everyone for your love on my recent fic!! i was this closeđ¤to trashing it and now I'm glad I didn't! I'm excited to get started on some of my other projects! Being able to finally finish this project gave me that sweet sense of accomplishment so I'm especially happy that it's being well received!
Love y'all đ
#all of your guys' support never ceases to make me melt into a puddle of gooey sappy feelings#dee rambles
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I love that this photo makes it look like they snapped a pic as soon as homelander arrived, printed it and framed it right then and there before they had their conversation. Isn't the point that they haven't seen each other since homelander left the lab?
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Sweet As Honey
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18+ Only | 7.6k | Homelander x fem!Reader | Set in Season 4. Lactation kink. Breastfeeding. Self-induced lactation (there might be inaccuracies). Established relationship. Shower sex. (And more importantly) Awkward shower sex. Some dirty talk. Cockwarming.
Written for cozy corner kinktober prompt #21: Breastfeeding
Huge kudos to @witchyclipse for beta-reading and keeping me sane đ
Ever since Homelander has taken up the role as the head of Vought, things have changed. Heâs always had to carry the burden of being the companyâs poster boy, but itâs a whole different league to be involved with the business side of things.
This change has put a mild strain on your relationship. With the increasingly irritable moods he comes home with, you have tried coming up with more and more ways to make him feel better and release the increasing tension. Youâve even tried your hand at massages. And even though Homelander sighs happily anytime your oiled hands glide down his back, you know itâs more of a soft caress than a massage. And while thereâs nothing wrong with a soft touch, the tickle of your hands doesnât ease any of the deep ache lingering in the fibers of his steel woven muscles.
The closest you ever got him to release even a sliver of tension has been with sex. No matter what the situation outside your little bubble of content and intimacy ends up being, heâs never taken away from either of your pleasures. Heâs entirely in the moment. He can be an incredibly attentive lover, thinking of you and only you. Whether itâs about your pleasure or his own, his mind doesnât wander to outer conflicts. Itâs why you push for long sessions whenever you can. The longer you can keep him in the subspace the better.
So itâs not that any of the things you do donât help. They do. Very well in fact. Daily you have Homelander purring in your lap while you stroke his hair or moaning in your ear while you stroke his cock. He happily guzzles up all the love, care, and attention you pour down his throat.Â
However, his highs donât last long. As soon as heâs forced to break out of the dreamlike state that only you and him inhabit, his mind is quickly plagued with the overwhelming thoughts of plans going wrong and positive public perception dropping in waves.
This is most prevalent after nightfall. The dark of the night brings out his inner demons. The tension snaps back into his spine like a spring that youâve been doing your best to keep bent the entire evening.
Falling asleep is a tough ordeal. Once that hurdle is over, sleeping soundly is an even harder challenge. His nightmares frequent his sleep more often these days.Â
So you do your best to soothe him through this transition. Some nights you talk his worries away. Filling his mind with an enticing vision of escaping the media and the corporate driven life heâs surrounded himself with. You place him in the imaginary scenario of a warm family home. There he comes home to soft music, warmth and comfort. In his mind youâre preparing a home-cooked meal for him and Ryan, calling everyone down to the dinner table when youâre ready. Family pictures on the walls, Ryanâs achievements tacked to the fridge with magnets; nothing about this image screams control or misery. His perfect imaginary family.Â
The wistful smile he gives the vision you describe always tugs at your heartstrings. You both know itâs a fantasy and in a way is no better than the Vought-curated story of his upbringing. While the idea is fun to roleplay, at the end the vision always falls apart like a house of cards.Â
The hurt he carries pains you to see. So you relish in knowing that youâre the reason behind his relieved sigh anytime he comes home. Just like the soft hum that resembles a purr anytime youâve got him soft and malleable in your lap. It warms your heart on a daily basis that you still affect him so.
But you know you can do more.Â
While other people would be upset at their partner having less time for them, for you it couldnât have come at a better time. Before this whole Vought takeover really happened you couldnât free yourself from Homelanderâs presence for even a good ten minutes. Whether itâd be him making sure heâs always by your side, because you never know what might happen, or him keeping an eye on you through the walls of the Vought tower; you knew he was constantly there.
Planning any sort of surprise was impossible. Heâd always come home, greeting you with a smile and a not at all subtle, what did you get up to today, planning anything? Like a child, too impatient to wait till Christmas morning, heâs scanning every room looking for whatever present or surprise you have prepared for him. And while itâs been annoying to not be able to surprise him, you canât really fault him too much. Heâs never had any of this. After he divulged the details of his upbringing, you started seeing how with you around, he was chasing the moments he missed out. So if looking for secret presents or having you read your book out loud as he dozes off next to you heals any part of his inner child, you canât really complain.
During these tense days you see how much he craves the simplicity of what should have been. A childhood, and normal upbringing that would have never gotten him into this mess. Something that would ground him and soothe his soul.Â
This is where your plan comes into play. It didnât take long into your relationship for you to figure out just how much Homelander was fixated on your breasts. Itâs where his hands immediately slip down to when your kissing got hot and heavy. Itâs where he presses his lips anytime heâs inside you and in reach. And itâs most definitely where you most frequently catch him staring when youâre not looking.
The most recent development started off with Homelander falling asleep on your chest. Something about your heartbeat loud in his ears soothing him and putting him to sleep. This gradually turned into Homelander absentmindedly, or so he says, playing with your breasts. Which very quickly turned into him suckling on your nipples as he fell asleep. You never found it bothersome, quite the opposite. Â
And seeing him nuzzle into your chest so peacefully, suckling on your breast with such a content face just gave you an idea. Another thing that heâs never had. Something youâre more than happy to provide.
You prove yourself to be resourceful. While Homelander is out of the penthouse juggling crime fighting, press conferences, public appearances and meetings, youâre at home researching home remedies, housewife tales and experiences of wet nurses.
Upon finding out that itâs possible for you to induce lactation without being pregnant or undergoing hormonal treatments, you cheer. While keeping this little secret to yourself would be easy enough with how occupied Homelander was these days, keeping up with a hormonal regiment would be a lot harder to explain.
So started your journey. It took a few months of constant massages. You introduced herbal medicine in the form of teas into your diet. Easily dismissed to Homelander as your new routine towards better health. From fenugreek to fennel seeds, youâve tried everything to beat the odds. Your determination and hordes of free time left you able to fully commit.Â
Knowing you were doing this for him was enough motivation to keep going. Anytime heâd come home upset, irritable and grumpy you made yourself another cup of tea and gave your breasts an extended massage in the shower.
Even in all your secrecy, Homelander still noticed something being off. Across the time together heâs gotten to know your body to a tee, identifying your cycles is as easy as knowing the day of the week. So itâs not surprising that he comments on changes to your body that are out of the typical window.
He nearly caught wind of your secret few months into your little experiment, when he kissed his way down your neck and your chest. Too eager to get his lips around your hardened nipples to take his time cherishing each inch of your skin like he normally would.Â
He gives your nipple a kiss, parting his lips to suckle on it like usual but he stops himself right before, making an intrigued hum.Â
âYour nipples are more swollen than usual.â He gives it a little lick, as if to check if everything is okay with you.Â
âOh itâs just this new bra I got. Itâs a little irritating.â You easily lie. Youâve prepared yourself for this confrontation many times in your mind, coming up with plausible scenarios. And while youâre aware of Homelanderâs disdain for liars, you know heâll forgive this once your plan comes to fruition.Â
âWell, fuck, buy some new ones. Have a shopping spree. Or whatever.â He sighs in between your breasts as he presses wet kisses into the soft skin.Â
You chuckle at the suggestion. Of course, heâs always there to meet your every wish and demand. Should you voice it or not. âThereâs no need, Iâve got plenty. Really.â
âOop, nope, youâre not getting out of this one. Havenât had you give me a show in a little while now.â He gives you a cheeky look but really his attention is equally split in between your conversation and your breasts and you know heâs soon going to forget this little detail.
âSure. If itâll make you happy. Though Iâm not sure a new bra will help. Starting to think youâre the culprit.â Your tone is tinted with your smile as you run your hands through his hair making him hum around your nipple.
âGuilty.â He popped his lips off wetly for a second before turning back to lick and kiss his way around your breasts to continue his nighttime ritual.
And for all of Homelanderâs pride in his enhanced senses, heâs not noticed anything different since then. Except for commenting on the obvious enlargement of your breasts, which you end up blaming on your cycle orâwhen that excuse falls throughâweight gain. A fact he very happily hummed at before continuing his playtime.
Lucky for you, you got to conduct your little experiment at your pace. For once really getting to surprise him.
Except all you end up doing is surprising yourself.Â
Although your breasts feel more swollen and tender these days you blame it on the constant massaging and Homelanderâs very own take on stimulation of the tissue. And yet, youâve still not gotten any tangible results. The defeatist part of you was ready to wave your plans goodbye as a result. Until now.Â
Youâre indulging in your nighttime routine before Homelander comes back home. The tenderness you feel as you massage your breasts with the help of a vanilla and almond milk body wash is nothing new. Whatâs new is the milky droplet you notice when you wash off the soapy residue off your breasts.Â
What happens next is a rollercoaster only youâre privy to.
Your heart races, the joy nearly making you scream in celebration as a months-long process is finally bearing fruits. The overwhelming glee you feel at finally being able to gift Homelander this homemade treat is quickly soured when you just about hear the door slam.
No. no. no! Not like this.
You had a setup in mind. Following your nighttime ritual, youâd be easing his mind with the sweet rivulets coating his tongue. You imagined the palpable relief youâd feel coming off him with each suckle of his lips. You donât want him to find out like this.Â
You can only hope that heâs annoyed and distracted enough that blaming the scented soap would be enough of an explanation to the underlying sweet scent of your milk. Your own milk. The thought alone was enough to make you giddy again. The man has been entertaining your every wish and whim throughout your entire relationship. Not only has he been terribly difficult to surprise, the appropriate gift has been just as hard to find. Who knew that youâd find the perfect one within yourself. The thought of finally revealing your secret to Homelander leaves a visceral throb of warmth in between your thighs..
Your body goes through sharp turns each second. From joy to dread to arousal, you feel the anticipation of whatâs to come when the bathroom door opens and in walks an already naked Homelander.
âFuck, you're a sight for sore eyes. Missed you.â Homelander quickly makes his way into the glass walled shower sliding right behind you, his arms automatically wrapping around your waist.
âI missed you too. I'm glad you're home.â You mumbled weakly, tilting your head to the side to allow him to press a kiss to your cheek first, neck second. Even amidst the spray of hot water his lips are hot against your skin, leaving warm tingles along their path.
âYou have no clue how happy I am to see you.â He talks into the juncture of your neck, barely audible to you. But you catch the fatigued tone nonetheless. Maybe today really is a perfect day for the reveal.
âWhat happened?âÂ
âYou don't have to worry your pretty head about that right now. I can tell you later.â One of Homelander's arms dips lower. He exhales in a way that feels like releasing the entire day's worth of weight off his shoulders.
âNow⌠I want you. Because fuck, I don't know what you've used today but you smell really fucking good.â He inhales sharply letting the soft vanilla and almond sweet smell of you take over his senses. Whether or not his senses picked up on the lingering milky undertone is something you don't want to press on. Instead you distract him.
You spread your legs a little allowing his hand to slither in between your legs. While water is not a lubricant your pooled arousal is. Already youâre slick enough to let his fingers glide along the velvety softness of your cunt.Â
âLook at you... You knowâhahâI could hear your heart rate go a teeny tiny bit insane when I arrived. Getting up to no good, were you?â You clearly see the mischievous grin in your mind without having to turn around.
âI wanted to be ready for you.â You exhale softly. You slump in his hold. It's nice to be able to relax and feel his deft fingers softly rolling your clit in a way that leaves your nerves buzzing and craving more. âI was hoping you'd get home soon.â You trail off, your voice turning a little high pitched as he massages you precisely enough to get your thighs quivering. He's learned how to rub your clit in a way that feels like bursts of fire sparking underneath the surface while not overstimulating you. It feels like heaven. Your eyes roll back and you grip hold onto the arm that he still has wrapped around your middle.
And while your arousal came from the excitement regarding the progress of your long-winded journey itâs not difficult to lose sight of that when Homelander is coaxing sweet moans out of you with well placed strokes around your clit. The victory is all forgotten by the time you feel his hard cock grinding against your ass, just begging to be taken care of.
Homelander has always been a needy lover. Even when his day to day is filled with bullshit he seems to be losing more and more of his sanity over, he still takes care of you as thoroughly as you deserve. Of course, knowing heâs getting just as thorough of a treatment from you.Â
âFeel that?â He grunts in your ear. Taking the opportunity to nip your ear with a playful chuckle.
âSo fuckinâ slutty of you, barely touched you and youâre already dripping.â Your legs feel like jelly with the way he treats you. He holds you tight, unyielding against his frame. Manipulating you to his heart's content. Youâre almost off the ground. You can still reach with your tip toes but itâs far enough that it forces you to sag all your weight onto his frame. The sense of weightlessness and the confusing physicality at play gets you lightheaded. With how effortlessly he supports your weight, his fingers find it easier to glide with precision.
Normally youâd love to return the dialogue. Praise his efforts, his body, his mind. Just him. You know thatâs what he wants. But the euphoria from the excitement and the constant burning pressure on your clit is enough to have your mind spinning. Barely focused on what heâs saying, let alone capable of coming up with your own sexy one-liners.Â
âI love that about you, you know that? Youâre so responsive. You never disappoint. Needy. Eager. All for me.â His voice gets frazzled towards the end. The quiver in the way his voice breaks could make anyone think heâs the one close to the finish line. And really, if you werenât still getting sprayed by hot water youâd be able to feel the precum his cock has leaked all over you, grinding into your body with the slip it provided. Even though youâve given him no extra attention, you simply craving him is more than enough to get him riled up.
Itâs okay, heâll get his turn. Heâll get his reward.
"Nobody can make you feel this good, baby. Nobody." He trails off with a hiss; the smell of you intoxicating enough amongst the soft sweet scents of almond and vanilla.
What makes Homelander a truly great lover is his unfaltering pace. Heâs not pausing because he has to readjust his grip on you, neither is his hand tired from the endless and torturously consistent strokes around your clit that make your nerves light up all the way to your toes.Â
âGonna be a good girl and cum for me? I know youâre close. I can almost fucking taste it.â Homelander sounds wrecked.Â
As if he could feel every single sensation your body is going through. Maybe part of him can. Heâs so attuned to your bodyâs reactions. The smell, the sound of your heartbeat, the feel of your straining muscle, the tremble of your limbs. Itâs no wonder heâs just as affected.Â
Heâs proud of being able to make you feel this way. Being the only one to make you feel this way. He has said so many times before and he continues to do so. He revels in being able to bring you the heavens themself with each spectacular orgasm. âMâgonna need you to hurry up sweetheart. I still want to fuck you.â He says this with a chuckle as if you were simply a little late to a meeting and not on the brink of a mind-altering orgasm. âAnd with how good you smell, hah well, Iâm not gonna fucking last long.âÂ
With a few more finishing strokes youâre locking up in his hold. This orgasm had a long build up. The consistency of his strokes slowly stoked the fire to a bright flame until you felt the sensation spread to every nerve ending across your body. From your toes to your scalp, your body endlessly tingling. You slump in his arms, the pleasure pulsating through you like waves crashing across the beachfront one after another.Â
âMhmm thatâs it, spread your legs a little more.â Homelander grunts out. He isnât patient enough to give you a second to collect yourself. So you lean forward a little, bracing against the wall while you part your legs. A shiver runs through you when he grinds his cock in between your legs. The head of it catching on your abused clit.
While youâre excited to feel him in you, the need for each other isnât enough to overcome the awkwardness that tends to come with shower sex. Itâs slippery, wet and the verticality ups the difficulty.Â
Homelander struggles pushing inside you from the odd angle your bodies are at. Youâd be giggling at the clumsy slide of it all if it wasnât for your own frustrated impatience. You whimper and whine, almost in protest at not yet getting what he promised. Homelander, in equal fashion, grunts in annoyance. Each effort to stuff you full gets derailed by slipperiness of your folds. And while the thickness of him rubbing between your slit feels grand, itâs not enough to quench his hunger for your tight squeezing warmth.
âPlease⌠I needââ You whimper when the tip of him hits your clit again. Your clit feels so overstimulated that at this point it resembles the fuzzy shocked feeling of hitting your funny bone.Â
ââI'm fucking trying alright, stop moving so much.â Homelander interrupts you, even more frustrated than you.
âYour cunt is just too fucking slippery. God fuckââ Itâs when the tip of him finally makes it in, yet manages to slip out right as heâs eager to push in all the way is when heâs really had enough.Â
Homelander effortlessly lifts you up, forcing your knees to bend, pressing against your chest as his hands grasp the flesh of the back of your thighs.Â
You yelp at the sudden feeling of weightlessness. Itâs the one thing that never ceases to amaze you. With your previous partners the sex positions didnât move past the classics. All perfectly fine positions that you still thoroughly enjoy with Homelander on a daily basis. But nothing thrills you as much as being able to feel his wholly inhuman strength. Easily tossing you around and molding you to his body. You become less of an active participant and more of a warm and perfectly wet toy for him to fuck into.
Now is no different. Homelander finally manages to sink his cock into your throbbing and just as eager pussy. Your little content sigh of relief at finally being filled doesnât last long. Instead he steals your breath away with the hurried press of his hips into yours. Your weight in his arms does nothing to deter his pace, effortlessly ruining you both with the slide of his cock. You brace yourself against his arms, looking for a shred of stability but that never comes.
The stretch of his cock from this position makes your clit ache. Already desperate for more direct attention. Opposite to the long drawl of your orgasm, Homelander is rutting into you as if heâs competing with himself on how many more thrusts he can fit in before heâs unloading into you.
Itâs not many. He was clearly as worked up as he sounded. Losing himself in your pliant and warm body was already mind-blowing any given day. Being able to manhandle you fully, not giving you any leverage was an entirely different beast. While still minding his strength he lets himself unravel into the welcoming squeeze of your walls, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside you.
While the quick fuck managed to reignite your flame, you donât find it in you to beg for another finish. You feel rattled, legs resembling jelly and you havenât even been put down. Youâre all too aware of the way the thickness of his cock slowly slides out, and with it your pussy squeezes out a dribble of cum, sliding down in between your ass cheeks.Â
You whimper at loss almost instinctively at this point. Some would find it surprising to see just how carefully Homelander sets you down but to him itâs a no-brainer. Youâre precious cargo. And even then, standing on your own legs doesnât feel right after what youâve been through.
You hang onto his frame. Your quivering limbs make you hazy. Your pussy trembles with the remnants of your previous orgasm and the one that could have been. âThank you.â Mindlessly you lul your head against his chest, breathing out the words.
Homelander laughs. Rarely do you thank him for sex but itâs a good indicator of how thoroughly he melted your brain. He always enjoys the extra stroke of his ego. Even if things are precarious or falling apart you will always be here, ready to sing his praises in all the genres.
âMhm, youâre very welcome.â He pinches your chin and brings you closer for a big kiss. He indulges in the lazy press of your lips to his and he keeps you there for long enough to really imprint the feel and taste of your lips into his own.
You gain some clarity back when you pull away.
âCome on, letâs get to bed.â He greedily squeezes your ass with a wicked look. How he still holds the same excitement for more amazes you. In comparison you feel like youâve run a marathon.Â
Plus thereâs the whole thing with your breast milk coming in that youâve yet to mention.
âIâll meet you there in a minute. Just want to clean myself up.â You say offhandedly. Really you wanna wash the scent of sex off your body so nothing detracts from the sweetness of your milk. You want your surprise to be perfect.
âDonât take too long.â You can just about hear him over the shower as he leaves the bathroom after drying himself off.Â
As the time for your big reveal nears you feel the anxiety brew in your gut. Youâve been working on this for months. The last thing you need right now is for your body to fail you. Just the idea of this plan failing or worseâhim hating itâleaves you your gut in knots.
No. No, you canât stress yourself out. Your body needs peace, quiet and excitement. Positive thoughts and feelings. You will yourself instead to think of the reward, the payoff of seeing Homelander grateful, happy and relieved.
You massage your body and breasts with some unscented soap you keep around for times when Homelander is feeling particularly overstimulated with senses. You do your best to wash off both Homelanderâs cum and your arousal. You want a clean slate.
Resetting your mind back to your nighttime ritual, your body untangles the knots of anxiety. You leave the shower calm and at peace. You take your time drying yourself off, blow-drying your hair to not make the sheets wet and finishing off with brushing your teeth. Youâre taking an awful long time but thereâs not been a moment when heâs not waited for the warmth of your body lulling him to sleep.
He can wait a little longer.Â
You hang up both yours and Homelanderâs towelâone he left on the counterâand you wrap yourself up in your favourite combo of particularly fluffy robe and slippers. Both are of great quality, courtesy of Homelander. The robe feels soft and warm against your bare skin and part of you dreads the short moment when youâre gonna need to take it off before sliding into bed. Itâs one of the few things youâve cared to enjoy the luxury of. The comfort is unmatched.
Same goes for bedsheets. Youâve told him before that albeit the satin sheets look fancy and expensive, they donât provide the soft comfort of a loving home youâve been trying to introduce him to. Itâs a constant battle trying to warm up the cold museum-like quality of his living quarters. But alas, one swap at a time.
The path from the main bathroom to bedroom isnât long but youâre still grateful for your fuzzy slippers. No need to get your feet cold if you can help it.
You finally make it to the bedroom, well, if you could even call it a room. It took a little while to get used to the sprawling open space of his penthouse. Nothing really felt enclosed and the idea of some Vought employees having full access to not just his penthouse but the very exposed sleeping quarters made you queasy.
âTook you long enough.â Heâs already in bed, covered with a blanket from the waist down. He props himself up on his elbows, unashamedly looking you up and down. He raises his eyebrows, expectantly nodding at you to proceed.Â
You untie your fluffy robe, sliding it off your shoulders. Immediately shivering as the cool air hits your skin. Vought could really heat this place better. You catch the thick fabric of your robe before it falls to the ground, draping it over the ottoman in front of the bed.
Homelander whistles and his lips stretch into a wide grin.
âYouâre ridiculous.â You shake your head, smile tugging at your lips.Â
âAnd youâre gorgeous.â
Heâs different today. Something about the way he looks at you that brings back the boyish charm he had when he swept you off your feet for the first time. These days you see worry lines and furrowed brows adorning his features more often than not. Rarely does he come home happy.Â
But now? Heâs looking at you, bare to the world, with that twinkle in his eye, finding comfort and excitement in your presence.
âYouâre gonna tease me any longer? Come on, come here already.â His tone makes you feel giddy, itâs excitingâespecially knowing youâve a little surprise of your own. Itâs lucky he caught you in the shower today.
Usually he comes home late when youâre already in bed reading a book, waiting for him to seek out some much needed comfort. You cherish those moments too, but todayâs excitement feels particularly rare. It gives you a preview into what life could be like if things were different.Â
But just like the fantasy of peaceful family life you often feed him, this also feels like a temporary illusion, just waiting to give way for the gruesome reality you find yourself to be a bystander to.Â
Still, you take it for what it is and throw yourself into bed, straight under the covers he lifts for you. Youâre used to sleeping naked because of him. Homelander says the sound of mismatched fabrics rubbing up against one another is downright infuriating. But really, you see it for what is. Though you canât deny that the occasional midnight romp or a morning quickie heats up a lot faster with no clothes in between.Â
Homelander quickly pulls you in, already greedy for a kiss. Barely apart for a moment and heâs already ravenous. It makes you wonder how he manages without you the entire day.Â
Your hands glide from his stomach, over his hairy chest and up and behind his neck. He kisses you in his signature possessive way.Â
Thereâs barely any build up. He goes from a decent, soft press of his lips to eagerly licking yours open. His moans are needy, impressing themselves into your lips as he takes over your lips with deep, open-mouthed kisses. Chasing after you each time you move any other direction thatâs not towards him.
The sudden change from a gentle kiss to a downright sloppy makeout session shocks you enough to lose your bearings. Not that you had many to begin with. Effortlessly, Homelander pushes your back flat to the mattress. The power you feel from such a simple push shocks a giggle out of you, sending a tingle down your spine in excitement.
He leans over you, propped up by his elbows and knees. While you thought he had plenty of excitement in the shower he seems to be just as riled up by this charged up energy surrounding you both tonight. You feel his cock, already half hard, pressed in between your bellies.
He kisses you with raw hunger, his deep kisses pulling sighs and moans out of you. Apart from his inexperience when it comes to innocent affection and love, heâs mastered the art of making you feel like heâs pulling you apart bit by bit with every kiss.Â
He kisses the rest of your body with his hand. Sliding from your shoulder to your arm then to your hip and thigh, pulling on your leg to wrap it around his waist. Without a break in the kiss he swaps hands and treats your other leg in the same way. He settles himself firmly in between your legs, still too focused on your lips to move things further along. Though youâre very aware of the weight of his hefty cock.
Just when heâs letting your lips off the hook, finding his next victim in the soft skin of your neck, you glide your hand up the back of his head, pulling on his hair. You pull hard enough to earn both a moan and an inquisitive look in his eyes. This is not the energy he was expecting from you today.
âSlow down baby⌠I just⌠I need you to take it a little easy on me.â You mumble. The showertime shenanigans left you feeling a little sore and tender. Albeit good in the moment, your soft pussy easily aches and needs some gentle treatment from time to time.
He looks at you with this innocent puppy look and you feel a little bad for breaking his flow and making him feel like he did something wrong. He just hums and gives you a little nod. His ravenous kisses turn soft and sweet when your fingers scratch through his hair, giving him a glorious scalp massage.
âCould you keep me warm? Please?â He asks softly, an uncharacteristic trait that very few have gotten to see over the years. Without waiting for an answer heâs squeezing his cock at the base, little more than half hard now and steadily filling out as he gently guides the soft tip through your slit gathering the wetness on his cock.
âMhm, of course. Be gentle, okay?â He almost whimpers at the approval as he presses the soft head of his cock into your pussy, guiding inch by inch into you. Heâs not fully hard and that makes it easier on your tender tissue. The heft of him sits comfortably inside you, right in the space he has long carved out for himself.Â
Your pussy softly pulses around him, not out of your own doing but just the pure instinct of having him inside you. Itâs comforting. Intimate. Something you didnât expect to become a favourite part of your nighttime routine.
Homelander keens as he settles into you, every instinct screaming at him to fuck you again. But the hand at the back of his head scratching at his hair makes him melt. The soft and warm touch almost matches the equally soothing warmth of your pussy and he happily lets you guide his head to your chest.
Homelander descends kisses upon the soft skin in between your breasts. It's instinctual at this point. His palm softly cups your left breast from the outer side. His lips ghost over the delicate skin of your breast, hot breath mapping his way across.
You feel your heart rate spike as his lips inch closer and closer to your nipple. The excitement coiling in your gut and partially souring into anxiety. The thoughts coming back to you again. What if he doesn't like it?Â
He's desperate for the familiar comfort, his parted lips releasing a soft stuttered moan as he moves up to the peak. His cock twitches inside you as soon as his lips brush upon your nipple.
You watch with bated breath as Homelander finally wraps his lips around the hard bud. Your heartbeat is picking up speed as you watch him intently, hopingâno, prayingâthat your body won't disappoint you.
It happens quickly. He pulls away in shock, uttering a panicked, what the fuck, as he flattens both palms on either side of your body, pushing himself upright.Â
âAh! Oh fuckâŚa-ahâŚâ You yelp out in shock followed by a pained stuttered moan as his hips push forward in shock. His cock goes fully hard in the moment, burying itself as deep as your pussy allows in a sharp and uncontrolled thrust.
His eyes turn from wild, panicked and confused to worried. âFuck, sorry, sorry,â he whimpers, his body buzzing, vibrating with unspent energy. You watch as his tongue darts out, collecting a droplet from his lips as well as licking the entire surface area just in case he missed any.
As the immediate reminder hits his tongue his eyes flicker in between the droplet of milk beading on your nipple, and you.Â
âW-what? How?â He scrunches his eyebrows before dipping his sight lower. For a second you think heâs looking at how deep his cock was in you.
âYou're not pregnant. H-h-how?â He stutters, shaking his head in short bursts, squinting at you in confusion.
âDid you just look in my uterus?!â
âStop avoiding the question.âÂ
His expectant gaze and the way it flickers in between your leaking nipple and your eyes has your gut twisting with anxiety. Was it too much after all? Did he not want this?Â
âIâŚI just. Um, I just read up on some stuff. You donât need to be pregnant forâŚwell, for this to happen.â Your ears burn with embarrassment at being examined at such a deep level. You donât want to upset him. The whole point of this was to make him feel good. Make him happy. Did you overthink this? Looked too much into it? âStimulation, massages, all the stuff we do. It helps it happen.â
âBabe, Iâve been sucking on your tits for a while now. It hasnât happened before.â
âIâve been massaging them a lot throughout the days. It took a few months.â
âI didnât notice you doing that.â
âYouâve been busy. Look if this is weirdââ You canât stand the awkwardness brewing in you like a storm, a feeling similar to sour burning bile making its way up your throat.
ââI shouldâve noticed thisâŚâ Homelander interrupts you, his gaze now firmly with your leaking nipple. Absent-mindedly he licks his lips again, as if looking for any milky residue. âYouâumh, hah, you did this? You really did this just for⌠just for me?â His voice goes from level to wrecked in the span of a sentence.
His expression looks tortured, brows furrowed, lips parted. A little strangled gasp leaves him as he watches you tap your finger against your wet nipple. You bring the tip of your finger to his parted lips. With an anguished whine he purses his lips around the digit. Eyes fluttering shut as he wraps his lips around the tip properly and runs his tongue around it.Â
His eyes snap open and meet yours when he pulls the finger out.
With another rushed movement his cock sharply thrusts into you again, forcing a pained little whimper out of you just as Homelander captures your lips. Your aching walls flutter around him with the rush his needy kiss brings. The heat of it blooms in your core. The anxiety dissipating and your gut untangling.Â
âSorry.â He mumbles into the kiss half-heartedly but heâs too preoccupied with pouring his love for you into the press of his lips against yours.
âI fucking love you.â He spat out in between kisses. Harsh and desperate. Rushing through the motion of the kiss and the words. Worried about the moment escaping him. He imprints the words âI love youâ in each kiss. The syllables are barely distinguishable with how closely heâs pressed your mouths together but you feel it. You feel it with each breath, sigh and whimper.Â
You pull him away with a simple tug on his hair. He looks high and drunk on the feeling of it all. Itâs been a while since youâve seen him give into you this much. These days he was all about keeping a semblance of control and appearances. Some of that ended up translating into the bedroom and your relationship. While he still had his vulnerable moments with you it was easier to feel bulletproof when he kept up the same act all day and all night.
You nudge his head down, nodding down towards the breast he abandoned earlier. Heâs careful with his movements this time. As he moves lower and settles himself on your sternum his cock moves inside you, but the gentle wet glide just pulls a sigh of content out of you this time around.
âItâs okay. Go on, you can have more. Itâs for you.â Youâre breathless, the anticipation is unreal. After the long prep, being able to see and feel Homelander nursing on your breasts feels like a dream come true.
He brings your breast in a little closer to his lips, already parted and gasping. He leads with his tongue, licking up the little rivulet that dripped out earlier. Carefully he flattens his tongue, dragging it up the tender skin. When he gets to your swollen and leaking bud his tongue gently slides back behind his lips and he wraps them around your nipple.
The feeling of your milk flowing into his mouth is surprisingly more intense than you expected to. You throw your head back on the pillow, exhaling with relief. His tongue presses against your nipple with each suck, lapping up the milk you produce for him and guiding it down his parched throat.
Homelander isnât doing much better, his brows are furrowed and heâs almost whimpering with each suck. With each glorious, delicious drop he loses more and more composure. His thick eyelashes flutter and you can see the way his tenderness seeps out. Tears bead at his waterline, clumping his eyelashes together into a few thick strands.
Your pussy quivers around him with every press of his tongue and instinctively he softly grinds into you, following each throb of you, matching the rhythm of his sucks as his left hand clutches the side of your ribs while the other still supports your breast.
Heâs breathing rapidly through his nose and you feel when with one, two, three strokes he unloads inside you. It happens in the matter of seconds. You knew just how intrinsically emotions played a role in his arousal and it was no surprise that he came with such little stimulation.
As if riding out the pulses and twitches of his cock he sucks harder.Â
âGentler honeyâŚâ You guided him, your nails gently scratching down his scalp. He hums affirmatively and he does soften the suction of his lips around your nipple.
You feel his cock soften inside you and you settle yourself a little more comfortably. Relaxing into the mattress, you continuously glide your hands through his hair even when you move him to the other breast.
Itâs moments like these that get you appreciating the usually gaudy mirrors surrounding the bed from all angles. You tilt your head to the side and watch the side profile of Homelander indulging with little whimpers and mewls.Â
You coo soft words, still comforting him with your fingers in his hair. And really, heâs as relaxed as heâs been in a while. And that makes it all worth it. You smile as you turn your head back and look up this time. The birds-eye view of the two of you feels like a painting. The blanket has been pushed down and bunched up around your bodies while Homelander keeps himself as close to you as possible. You watch the bob of his head as he suckles on your other nipple. You donât even mind that heâs laying all of his weight on you.
You smile at yourself in the mirror, seeing your goal accomplished. You reach down to pull up the covers a little, keeping both of you cosy and warm. Leaning to the side to pluck the discarded blanket from the side of the bed you move your breast and Homelanderâs head with you as if you were supporting a newborn babyâs head.Â
Even though the blanket covers him halfway up his back, the mirror gives you a good view of the way he softly grinds his hips into you. Itâs less to seek friction and more to just actively feel you around him. The wet glide of your pussy is heavenly and even if heâs not fucking into you with the intention of making either one of you finish, the feeling is still worthy of being indulged in. Like a good dessert.
You turn to humming. Nothing in particular. Songs that are stuck in your head. Or just a random melody of repeating tones. You enjoy the sight of Homelander looking peaceful. Choosing to live in the moment and be grateful for what you were able to achieve today.
You did that.
Homelander takes you out of your dreamy and happy, heart-soaring thoughts with a displeased whimper. He pulls away from your nipple with a kicked-puppy look that nearly has you chuckling. Just like a kitten his lips are covered with the milk residue, beading a droplet in the corner of his lips from when he was getting messy, mouthing at the nipple and your breast rather than just sucking peacefully.
âSorry. I guess thereâs not that much yet.â
âDonât you fucking dare be sorry. You⌠youâre perfect.â He places a kiss in between your breasts and nuzzles his head in between the softness of them. âThank you.â He sighs out quietly. He settles his head comfortably on your chest, his eyes falling shut with heaviness that comes after an exhausting day.Â
You readjust your position a little so that heâs only partially lying on your chest, no longer suffocating you with his full weight. You hold his head close to you, enveloping him in a warm embrace as he swiftly dozes off.
You realize he never actually said what angered him today but at the end of the day it doesnât matter. As long as you can keep him sated and happy, nothing else will ever matter.Â
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#this one took a whiiiiiile#idk why i didn't have my head in the game#but after all the frustration I'm quite pleased with the result so I hope you enjoy!#technically#cozy corner kinktober 2024#although i know it's late so just tagging for organization purposes#homelander x reader#homelander x you#homelander#homelander fanfiction#my writing#the boys fanfiction#homelander smut
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You guysss I finally finished the breastfeeding fic after like 2 months of slogging through it. I'm excited to post a fic again after such a long while!! Keep an eye out tomorrow đ
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had a ridiculous hl thought that you may appreciate xD so we know from the reddit q&a that apparently he can "control the velocity of his loads" which is kinda insane and suggests he's holding back even when he's letting loose. my ridiculous thought therefore was reader catching him in the bathroom because they've just heard the mirror shatter and the sight that meets them is. well. it's quite obvious what broke the mirror and they think it's HILARIOUS. hl doesn't know whether to be offended or relieved by their reaction xD
this is the funniest thing ever, i can't even process the conversation this would prompt đđ
after the initial shock you're laughing your ass off like "yeah.... you're never coming in me ever again."
"what? why?!"
"because clearly your dick should be classified as a projectile weapon!"
"you're being dramatic."
"I cannot overstate how normal and totally expected my reaction actually is."
this would go on forever, listing through all the shit you can't do bcs obvs a facial ain't happening with this knowledge, neither is a blowjob and he's gonna have to try really hard to persuade you that he has perfect control over the velocity đ
Also this makes me think that the only time he can let go is if he shoots straight into his palm. Think back to when he was jerking it in public. Wonder whose window got shattered and how many birds got taken down mid-flight đđ
alright im done, this was hilarious and had me wheezing, thank you.
#im so glad the reddit ama brought us that gem#homelander headcanons#i guess lmao#homelander x reader#asks!
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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say âI love youâ to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someoneâs heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: Whatâs irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Whoâs the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?
#if anyone wants to ask silly and some not so silly questions#why yes i am procrastinating on writing#ask meme
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Iâm sorry this is the funniest response he could have possibly given.
#i mustve blanked this out of my memory#bcs no fuckingn way does he say this đđđ#when's the farmhand internship arc coming#he's clearly in the wrong field#homelander
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to anyone missing my writing please know i am also missing my writing
#I SWEAR I WANNA WRITE#I'm just being lazy#and i procrastinate a ton#but ive got about a thousand more ideas#and im writing none of them lmao
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major S4 plot hole:
sage tells homelander that he's washing his hands more often aka pissing more often aka enlarged prostate. We see him piss, he's not even holding his dick?? AND he's wearing gloves?? what hands is he washing AND when does she ever see them?? there's not enough bare hands data in the shows in-universe media for her to be able to keep track of that, surely!
#waiting for someone to immediately prove me wrong đ#idek i just saw the scene of him by the urinal and questioned everything#also LMAO I totally imagine him going back home and x-raying himself to check his prostate#homelander
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