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Headcanons Homelander / John Gillman

Lector femenino. (En realidad es neutro, pero seguro se me escapó algún pronombre femenino).

Advertencias : Celos, posesividad, falta de privacidad y dependencia. En general, una relación desgastante.

(Avíseme si falta alguno por incluir).

NO AUTORIZO LA TRADUCCIÓN DE MIS OBRAS.

(Disculpe si existen faltas ortográficas, gramaticales o de redacción, intento mejorar).

Lo llamaré John, el decirle "Homelander" realmente me parece algo raro.

En fin, continuemos.

Existen dos posibilidades con él :

1. Te muestra a todos sus fans.

2. Evita por cualquier medio que tu rostro sea conocido por el mundo.

En la primera opción podríamos referirnos al Homelander de la primera temporada, cuando todavía no existían TANTOS problemas en Vought. Le gustaría presumirle a todo el mundo la gran pareja que tiene.

En la segunda opción nos referimos al Homelander de las últimas temporadas, su reputación de "buen héroe" se está desmoronando para convertirse en un personaje político. Lo que menos quiere es que los periódicos incluyan tu nombre en sus títulos amarillistas.

Aún con ambas opciones, John todavía conserva ciertos rasgos con su pareja, sin especificar la temporada a la que nos referimos.

Muy posesivo, te alejará de cualquier persona que intente pasar demasiado tiempo contigo.

Grandes problemas de celos por parte de él.

No sabe gestionar el rechazo, específicamente TU rechazo. No entiende que hay ocasiones en las que simplemente no puedes darle todo el amor y atención que desea.

Canónicamente es un aficionado a los elogios, así que podemos deducir que cualquier afirmación positiva le será casi curativa.

Al inicio tu relación con él sólo se podría desarrollar el ámbito sexual, se necesitará más tiempo para que John se abra emocionalmente contigo.

Se muestra algo cerrado a hablar con respecto a su infancia. No intentes presionarlo, ya que eso sólo provocará que la relación vuelva a centrarse únicamente en el sexo.

Una vez que John confíe plenamente en ti, será muy demandante. Probablemente te vuelvas la única persona a la que él pueda recurrir en sus malos momentos. (Claro, existe Sister Sage, pero no es lo mismo que contigo).

En realidad es muy suave con su pareja.

Necesita MUCHA validación. Vought lo ha reducido a ser solo un objeto publicitario, hace un buen tiempo desde que realmente "salva" a alguien. Realmente necesita que le reafirmes su valor como héroe.

En cuanto a sus puntos negativos...

Tiene poca o nula disponibilidad para ti. Su "trabajo" acapara todo su tiempo.

Si añadimos la cantidad de periodistas que se aferran a él, realmente existen pocas veces en las que realmente está disponible de la manera que deseas.

Si desarrollamos la opción en que John si te muestra al público, entonces tendrás muchas expectativas por parte del mundo. Con una imagen idealizada de ti, puedes irte acostumbrando al estrés.

Con respecto a lo anterior, tampoco existe la privacidad. En el momento en que tu nombre y "Homelander" estén en la misma línea será la última vez que te encuentres libre de paparazzis.

Los fans tóxicos, ya sabemos que parte de su público es un poco (tal vez demasiado) extremista.

Ahora, considera esto :

Imaginemos una situación en la que te quejas con John debido a la falta de privacidad que tienes, todo ocasionado por sus fans y los paparazzi.

John realmente lo considera un problema menor y lo desestimará, talvez diciendo que exageras la situación.

Lo que John no logra procesar es que, a comparación de él, tú nunca has vivido con la presencia constante del ojo público.

John en ocasiones puede ser un gran idiota. Ténle MUCHA paciencia, la mayoría de las veces no es a propósito.

Toda la situación de ser "héroe" realmente afecta a la empatía de uno, especialmente con su caso particular.

En resumen :

Una relación llena de celos, posesividad, dependencia y sexo.

Si somos más optimistas, podríamos añadir momentos de consuelo, caricias, intimidad, proximidad y confianza en su relación.

Sólo puedo intuir que te gusta la intensidad.

(Todavía me falta mucho por añadir sobre él, aunque no se me ocurre nada nada más en este momento. 😭)

"Homelander es un superhéroe tan malvado, matando personas sin pensarlo"

Literalmente Homelander :

¿Ustedes en serio lo consideran una amenaza?

Sólo es un adulto con fetiches raros.

Merry Christmas.

Homelander x Spider-woman! Black! reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluffy, Christians,Degreeting, Spider-woman, pink, lingerie.

Summary: Jesse is Telaraña or The Boy's in World Spider-woman at 19, and she gets to be a part of The Seven Homelander likes her and they spend Christmas together.

Telaraña sits on of a Billboard Homelander with a Satan hat and his well-known smile. she had her suit on with a pink scarf eating her lunch from a food place nearby called Lucy's, I was just cheese fries with a sprite.

A group of people were below her what, then phones, taking pictures of the Supe some times she would glance at the crowd. When she felt a tap on her shoulder when she looked up, it was Homelander with that smile on. " Hello, Miss Telaraña." Homelander looks at her with an overly happy face almost Lust.

She smiles up at him. " Hi Homelander." She smiles back he looks away with a smirk and cleans his throat." I wanted to ask if you were still up for me coming over from Christmas?" Homelander put an emphasis on the word christmas. She faces him and tilts her head, "Of course."

Jesse sat in her kitchen eating a bag of Ruffles with a small glass of ice tea. When she heard her doorbell, she walked over to her front door to find Homelander right there.

The sudden site of Homelander sent Jesse into a small fan girl of panic, which, of course, Homelander enjoys. 'Ah, that's why Im here her.' He thought as he scrunched his face into a grin as he hovers at the doorway where Jesse is standing. She's wearing the ugliest sweater he has ever seen.

He points to the sweater. "What in the christ is that?" Jesse looks at her sweater that had a white cat with pink all over. "My christmas sweater. " She says with a pure smile.

"It's hideous," he points out. As he takes a closer look at it, he notices Jesse's cute face, her eyes, her smile—he's been with dozens of women, but none of them have had anything on her. "Did you pick that thing out?" " Yeah, to match the house." She says.

He raises an eyebrow. She's definitely not like the other women he's been with. The ones are all concerned with his fame and fortune. This one—there's nothing he could offer her. He finds it curious. "It's still hideous. But you're not..." "The white and pink lights match from head to toe, yes i am." She points to her house.

"Ahh... I don't mean that." He laughs, his eyes drifting up and down her body. "You're—quite beautiful actually. Gorgeous." He leans in and starts to whisper. "Much more lovely than you even realize. Perhaps I can show you." She knew what that face meant Sex... " So you wanted me to wear lingerie on christmas?" She asked.

"Would that be such a crime?" He chuckles. "I'm just saying, if I've got a woman as hot as you are in these—disgusting clothes, then she must wear something far more attractive. If we were going to be... Intimate, it would be a shame if you didn't look like the goddess you truly are." He grabbed her chin. " John, you didn't even come into the house yet to see my gift to you." She says sadly, and he just wanted sex how original. "Really? What is it?" He can't help but smile at how cute she looks when she's disappointed her face would blow up into a pout. " Why don't you come inside and see." She says, opening the door for him.

He follows her in, grinning as she shuts the door. It isn't often that he's in a position like this—being led along by someone, let alone a female, with no power or leverage to use on him. It's something he enjoys now that he's here. She walks into her huge living room where there is a big Christmas tree with pink around it.

He follows her into the massive living room filled with all the pink decorations, and he can't help but whistle. "Wow... You really like pink." He notes that detail."But this isn't... A little much for Christmas?"He asked most people have all kinds of corols." My family is coming cover on Christmas day, so I need the stuff. Oh, and would you want a normal gift or Sexy gift?" She grabbed I small box made of meal zinc.

"Hmm... Well..." He looks off and thinks about it for a moment. "I think sexy is the way to go." He smirks." Well, then you just sit on the couch, and I'll get your gift, Mr." She says, opening the box.

He plops down on the couch with a dramatic sigh, leaning back on it as he watches her. "Take your time, sweetheart. I know you're going to blow my socks off..." 'That's not the only thing I'll blow,' she thought. She comes back into the room with a Christmas bag. " I come only wear one of these outfits, okay?" She says, looking into his eyes.

And, oh my, is he ever looking into those eyes. Beautiful. 'Damn, is she ever not cute?' "Of course, sweetheart," he replies, nodding. "Show me the outfits." First, she pulled on a green Grinch lingerie that had Fur all over the bra top and had the word ' Naughty. ' On the panties. " This was my lease's favorite one." She says

"Your least favorite one?" He asked, amused. "Why not your most favorite one, then?" He glances at the outfit, imagining her in it. "I don't doubt that he was pleased if these are your choices." He smirked. " It's ugly and green, I don't look good in green, but the woman at the store insisted on me buying it so." He stops to think.

"Well..." He looks the outfit up and down, thinking about her in it. "I like that outfit on you. Green or not, I have no doubts it'll be a treat to see you in it. I don't think any color would be able to hide those curves."

" Fine." She drops the outline and pulls out the next one. " I like this one a little more." She says.

( The outfit two )

"... Good god." Homelander mutters, his eyes nearly popping out of his head when he sees the second outfit. She would be stunning in enough the Grinch outfit, but this one-piece...

"How... How could you even ask me which one for you to wear?" He says, laughing. "This one, honey, without question." "I have two more through." She says."What?! Well, by all means, don't leave me hanging on the other two. I just want to see how you can possibly top something as sexy as that one." He grins ear to ear. " Then you hold it." She hand him the outfit.

He smiles and takes the outfit from her hands, feeling the soft texture of it. He looks it over and can't help but raise an eyebrow as he looks back at her. "How the hell did you think anything else was gonna be better than this? Did you just pick the worst outfit to make the rest even more sexy?" He asked with a smirk." Yeah." She says in a teasing voice. " This you like?"

( Third outfit )

Her playful tone and the teasing in her eyes have John almost salivating over her. "I don't like it—I love it." He answers, his breath catching in his throat as he tries his best to keep his cool. "Your body looks absolutely stunning in anything you put on... But that is a show stopper." He looks off into thought." So this one or the second one." She says.

"Honestly... I can't even choose." He chuckles, a hint of admiration in his voice. "You would look hot in both. But if you want me to choose, that one. By a mile." She smiles he always compliments her, but this feels genuine. " Okay. " She hands him the outfit and takes the other.

He takes the second outfit but can't help but turn from it as she hands it to him, his eyes drawn to her hips and how they move. How her body hugs the suit so perfectly.

He clears his throat, his attention being snapped back to the outfit in his hands. "So... You're going to just... Put this on in front of me or?" She chuckles at him. " We still have one more handsome." She smirks. John smiles, biting his lip a bit. "Oh, is that right?" He asks. "Is it safe for me to say that this one is my favorite yet, or that is there still a chance I love the next one more?" She grabbed the outfit slowly. " This one is a little more conservative.

( The last outfit )

The outfit makes him chuckle. He can't help but smile at the absurdity of the fluffy balls, thinking of what it would look like on her body. "Hm... This one really is a lot more conservative than the others, not as sexy as the one before. But you never know... You've got a body that can make almost anything look hot. I'll reserve my judgment until you put it on." He looks her up and down. " So which one do you want for tonight?" She asked.

"Well..." He looks between all three of the outfits, making a mental image of her in each. "Honestly... I don't think there's a wrong choice here. But if you wanted to make me want this night to last as long as possible..." He pauses for a moment. "Then I say we go with that second outfit." He did really care which one it was." Okay." she grabbed the outfit and went upstairs to her room.

He chuckles, watching her walk away—her hips and body swaying with each step. "God, this is going to be a good night."

" Johnny, you can come up now!" She yells from upstairs.

"Don't have to ask me twice," he chuckles. He hurries up the stairs, walking into her room with a smirk. She was wearing the black and red one, and she had a pinkish red Santa hat in her hand.If it wasn't already obvious, he couldn't take his eyes off of her body. Her figure was filled out just perfectly by the outfit. He couldn't have imagined any other outfit that would look better on her. Even her hat made her seem somehow... Cuter.

"You look like a goddamn angel," he remarks, walking up to her. John steps towards her without hesitation.

She slowly sits up. " If you want all this." She moves her hand down her body." You have to wear this." She hands him the hat. He raises an eyebrow and grins. "You want me... To put on that hat?" He asks, taking the hat. " I had to put the outfit on." She says with a pout. He laughs.

"God, you really are adorable." He says, fitting the hat on his head. There's no reason for what it does to him, but she looks so much cuter after he's put the hat on... And she even seems to find it endearing, her eyes widening, her mouth curling into a smile. "There, you happy? Do you think this makes me look stupid?"

" Oh so handsome." She says, kissing him. He can't help but chuckle, kissing her back. It's a silly hat, and he feels stupid wearing it, but she's just so goddamn sweet and lovable that he can't bring himself to hate it. "I'm surprised someone hasn't snatched you up already. You're a goddamn angel." She giggled he pulled her even closer, his eyes closed as his lips met hers. His heart is pounding, and he thinks about how good she feels in his arms.

"God, you're so gorgeous," he says in between kisses. She holds onto his face. John pushes her back into the bed, kissing down her neck. She moans out loud.

The sound of her moan makes his heart race even faster. She's so hot and adorable, and he wants her right now. He lets out some moan of his own when she leans forward on the bed, allowing him access to her neck and the soft curve of her body.They hear a small brak from the other side of her pink room, and she stops to look.

"What was that?" He pulls away from her neck, looking for the source of the noise. She looks over the bed to see Lily the toy poodle on the side of the bed braking. How did they not see her she was sleeping on her dog bed until the moaing started.

Lily's sudden appearance causes John to flinch a bit in surprise, wondering if he'd been spotted.

"Uh... You got a pet?" He asks, noticing the little poodle.

" Yeah, she was a gift from my dad." She says, sitting up and walking Lily out of the room.

"Huh." He says, chuckling. It's probably just because they're in their early 20s, but the idea of someone having a toy poodle is strange to John. He follows her out of the room, though, his eyes lingering on her hips as she walks away."But don't you have the bunny too?" He asked.

" Yes, I do." Jesse let the puppy into the hallway the puppy wandered away.

Once she's out of the room, he follows close behind her. "And where do you think you're going?" His voice has a playful tone to it as he steps up next to her. She giggled. " No where. " She kissed him and closed the door.

He kisses her back, pulling her even close to him. Her soft lips make him shiver. "Good." He says, his hands roaming across her body. Coming to the top of her bra and pulling it down.

🩷 Time skip 🩷

John's laying beside her, his body wrapped around hers as he rests his head on her breast. Her skin is soft and warm beneath his head. He looks down at her face, seeing her face at the most relaxed he's ever seen. The small smile on her lips, the way she looks so peaceful, makes his heart flutter.

"God, you're so beautiful." He whispers and kisses her boobs.

" You're not going to live me here again?" She asked, playing with his hair."How could I?" He smiles, his eyes closed as he basks in her touch. His body still felt warm from their time together. His fingers run through her soft hair. "You're too amazing for me to ever want to leave. I want to spend every night next to you."

" On Halloween, you did it." She says softly.

"Yes, I did." He answers, not wanting to tell her the reason why. How could he tell her? She'll never look at him the same way again. He knows it. "I'm sorry... It won't ever happen again."

" I hope not." She says, holding him close.

Maybe I'll tell her one day... But definitely not now. "I promise." She can feel his heart beating. Her body makes him feel so at ease, and he's never felt anything more peaceful than this. It's impossible to be unhappy or sad when she's here, holding him close.

Notes: 🩷🛍🩰MERRY XMAS!!!🩰🛍🩷

If your requests are open. Could you do a homelander smut with a female reader where she already has a baby and he see her breastfeeding the baby and i would like it rough and hard only if you're okay with writing if not i will take anything. Thank you

I got you bro.

Long days.

Homelander x fem!reader

Summary: Vanessa has been Ashley's assistant for about Six months and has become pregnant and has her baby Skyler a baby boy.

Warnings: bad words, groping, babies, Smut, Breastfeeding, nipple play, Oral, breeding, Gass lighting.

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- Vanessa sat in her office, typing an email for black noirs. Accepting the new sponsorship as the face of some serial brand when she hears the door of her office open, she looks up and sees Homelander in smiles. " Homelander, it's nice to see you again." She smiles back at him, tilting her head to the side a little.

" Ms. Holland, it's nice to see you, to how is the baby aaa Sky was it?" He asked in a sarcastic way she gave him a dry chuckle." Skyler, and yes, he is well." Homelander insisted on meeting the boy when he was first born, but he only met him when he was 4 months old.

Homelander looked down at Vanessa boobs they were bigger, and her hips were wider to he bit his lip. " Do you need help with everything, Homelander?" Are you trying to get rid of me?" He smirks. " Not at all." She says, finally fullly looking him in his face, her glasses Reflected her screen and the email she was sending.

" Well, Ashley sends her best wishes to baby Skyler. The little guy is so adorable, right, Ms. Holland?" He was jealous of the baby she could hear it in his voice. " Oh yes, he is."

Homelander stares at her. " Is there any way I could see you in private? Maybe we could discuss it over lunch, or maybe dinner? Or if it’s more comfortable for you, we could meet in room 204 in the next hour? I just find that the privacy of a hotel room really makes for a much more relaxed, honest environment." She chuckled at his sweet yet childish request. " I only have two hours of work left. Why can't you just visit my house like normal?~"

" Oh, but don’t you see? That's precisely the point. I want us to have a private discussion, an intimate encounter, something that'll leave a lasting impression. Just imagine us... alone at a table, enjoying the company of each other over a delicious meal. a romantic night, just you and me." Goes behind her chair and rubbed her shoulders.

" I have to pick up Skyler from daycare, so I have to say no. Even if I want to do it, just come over after my shift, it would be easier. " He sighed Aggravated by her.

" No, no. You don’t understand, dear. What we do together will have to be a secret. I can not just pop over to your little house for a casual visit. I need total privacy. That's why I need a hotel room with soundproof walls where no one will bother us. It's the perfect place to have deep and rough-"

He rubbed her shoulders harder, but she cut him. She smirked that him " I have soundproof walls.~"

"And a nice big mattress, too?" He asked a smirk on his face, and she nodded." Well, then, may I come over after you pick up Skyler?" "mhm." She smiled he was so cute.

" Excellent. And don't worry, my lips are sealed. Our little secret is going to stay exactly that. A secret. I swear. I'll see you soon, sweetheart. And call me John." She waves him out.

About two hours later, Vanessa clocks out and divers to Skyler's daycare. She walks into the building and signs, and that's usually does writing her son's name, then her name, and how she was related to him.

She walks to the newborn, an infant room when she sees a Sister Cassie. She was classified as a nun, the only one at the daycare.

" Oh, Ms. Holland Skyler is in play pin with the other babys." Sister Cassie loved Vanessa she was a powerful woman in her eyes. Taking care, baby, by herself with no man to help her. "Thank you, Sister." She walks over to the huge play pin and sees Skyler and smiles,"My baby boy. " She says and reaches out to grab Skyler, Skyler smiles, and when he sees that, it's his mommy.

She walks out with Skyler spitting up on her power suit. She sits her Skyler down, making sure he is safe in his blue monster ink car seat.

The fit.

[ A/n: With socks with no kevonn on it. ]

- Vanessa pulls up to her home and goes to the back seat, grabs the car seat, and walks it to her house door. Opening it and locking it behind herself, she walked straight to Skyler's room just as she sat his car seat down he started crying and yelling.

She picked up the boy only for him to yell louder she started to unbutton her shirt, slow sitting down, showing her black bra she pushed down her left side of her bra.

Revealing her tit to the boys, Homelander sat in the room next door face to the wall watching, and he was turned on.He had a bin there for about an hour sitting and walking around her room sniffing her stuff her bras just be closer to her.

Skyler was already lached to her boob his right baby holding her hand while to others holding her boob she really loved her baby Skyler.

"Shh.. It’s okay, Skyler. Mama’s here." Vanessa gently rubbed her son’s head as he latched to her breast, drinking in her milk. "Shhhh... It's okay. Everything's is fine. Mama's is right here." A contented smile spread across Vanessa’s face as her son fed. She sat there for a moment, rocking back and forth, gazing down at her newborn and savoring this precious moment.

Homelander drolled. Only slightly wiped his face, not carrying that much about the drol ' Hmm, the little bastard doesn't seem to notice me at all. He only has eyes for those boobs. Just as he should. I can't wait to put my own lips on those things. I'll suck those things dry, and when she'll begs me for more, It's going to be so... Satisfying I'm going to have so much fun with that woman.'

about two minutes later. Skyler was a sleep in his crib. Vanessa fixed her shirt and walked into her room only to see Homelander.

"Ah, there she is. What a beautiful mother you are, Ms. Holland. It's so sweet watching you take care of a child. An seeing you're with an all-you-can-eat buffet. I mean wow."

She only chuckled it wasn't the first time he had done this she it was normal of her. " Well, thank you for the compliment." She pats his cheek.

Homelander smiled. "I have a request, Ms. Holland. I'd like to taste your milk. May I drink it fresh and warm? Straight from the source?"

Vanessa had Surprise looked on her face he had watch her nurse before But he never took it this far. She bit her lip.

' what the fuck am I doing?'

" Sure, why not? I mean, there's a first time of everything." She slowly walked to her queen size bed Revealing her black bra once more."Mmm, looks delicious." Homelander was enjoying every moment he walked up to the woman Bending down to her Torso unbuttoing her heat belt and pulling her pants down.

- She had white underwear on Homelander Roughly pushed her back into the bed she yelped as he pulled down her underwear. He got in-between her legs and kissed her biting her lip.

She raped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer he unbuttoned her bra. " Shit." He said, looking her her boobs the bare light brown skin of Vanessa's boobs and the Hazel of her nipple as it strained against the air making them hard. He took the the buds into his mouth making her moan out.

An hold his face closer, she slowly pulled down his plants showing of his horse cock he bit her nipple she jolted and before she could protest Homelander had her on her Stomach and he whispered " Did I say to take off my pants?" She was surprised by his reaction." Answer me slut." He sounded cold in his voice.

' Slut who is he talking to?'

" No you didn't." "So why did you do it?" She gasped as her Felt his dick going to her body " Oh John!"

Shhhh

He whispered to her as he pounded into her. Relentlessly, one of his gloved hands grabbed her as wall the other held her boob as milk as slow came out. She grabbed for the head borders of her bed, trying to stabilize herself as she moaned and cried out for Homelander.

"Oh, that's good and you're good milk-maker, aren't you, Vanessa?" He said into her ear. "You've been pumping it out just for me, haven't you? Because you know I want as much of it as you can give me. I want it all, Vanessa. I can't get enough of it. You belong to me, now Vanessa. " He whispered to her.

She moaned out louder she moaned longer as she felt him hit her G-spot."Oh, John, yes, right there right there!"

" Right here!?" " Yes!" She yelled out as he hit it harder. Homelander griped the back of the hair, pulling her head back, and he kissed. She melted in his hands like slime.

Wall in the next room, baby Skyler sound a slept peacefully with his blanket kicked off.

" I'm gonna - " go ahead, dear, come for me." Vanessa and Homelander both came at the same time, and her hole body went limp.

Homelander's satisfied smile grew wider. He slowly pulled out of Vanessa's body. He flipped the woman on her back and gave her breast, and gave a final squeeze before releasing it. He leaned back, his body relaxed.

Vanessa sleepaly climbs up to Homelander's chest, holding him close to her. He looked at the sleeping Vanessa, then in the next room sleeping baby Skyler. Both of them were his to pamper now. " I love you, John." Vanessa whispered, and he only kissed her forhead. " Yeah, of course you do."

- It's a party - pt 1.2

Serious: Somewhat single moms. - the boys x reader -

-Homelander- John x black! Fem! reader

Summary: Firestrom and Queen maeve have a little girl time and hit it off, and Homelander sees the two together and stocks then in Homelander fashion.

Warning: short, bad words, drinking, girl talk, Homelander being a creep.

Y/N walks into her room, Homelander's eyes are locked on her. His lust was beginning to grow. Homelander began to think of all the things he could do with Y/N if she allowed him to he walks over to her wall and looks though it Y/N puts her stuff away and begins to get ready for a bath Homelander's eyes are still on Y/N.

He is watching her get ready, taking off her bra and panties. His eyes were so close to seeing into the fabric that her clothes and his eyes were only a second away.

After the every childish argument between the two number ones, Y/n sits in a heart-shaped bath that Steve said he had to pull string for her to have.

She heard a small knock at the bathroom door. Only one person had the second key cared to her room. " Adelante!"

She said, looking at the door with disinterest. " Gracias." The white American Steve Jayson he representative walked in." What do you want, Steve?" Oh, that's how you treat me, Firestorm?" " Sí." She answered just a little too quickly.

He only sighs. " There is a party tonight." She looks at him. "Where?" " Here a-" He was cut off " Bussuines party filled with old men and women with nothing to do but tell me about their medals and how I should be grateful that I was kept safe for so long or How they served in Bolivia."

She didn't care for those kinds of parties. " Firestorm, come on just once it helps you, Vought, and Patina." She only stared at him. " You look like a child." She smirks." Fine, I'll go, but tomorrow I get to wear whatever I want to A-tain and Shockwave's race."

" Anything to make you go." Steve walked out,"Gracias!" He yelled, making her dryly chuckle.

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Y/n walked into the 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 with her work daughter Ice-breaker she was a red head with ice powers and she loved her in a motherly way and showed the girl a black dress with was appropriate for her age.

- Ice-breaker - Trixie Robertson power: I.C.E 16 years old

Homelander sees Firestorm walk in and looks at the unknown girl with her. Homelander didn't recognize the girl, and instantly, his eyes grew wide with curiosity.

Firestorm always took the new heroes under her wing, so Homelander knew for certain that the girl was a supe. He looked over to Ashley, who was standing in his line of sight.

"Ashley, who is that girl with Firestorm?" He asked, his eyes still locked on the girl with the red hair. She caught a glimpse of Homelander and Ashley's eyes on her and looked back at them.

She looked at the two. " I umm that's Ice-breaker She's one of the new.heroes in Patina also Firestorms favorite. " she says, making air quotes. " Good." The man pits her back and walks away to the two women.

" Why, hello, Ladeis." He gives them the Homelander smile."HI." Ice-breaker looks him up and down uncomfortable with his smile. " Hello Homelander1, nice to see you again." " Please see you to Firestorm." She smiled and rolled her eyes.

" Voy a ir. " ice-breaker says to y/n. " ve a la cabeza cariño." Y/n say, and ice-breaker walks away.

Homelander looked at Ice-breaker as she walked away, wondering what Y/N and her talked about. He didn't need to translate Ice-breaker's words.

That was an easy language to understand. But when Y/N spoke in Spanish, he didn't understand anything she was saying. But Homelander wanted to be the only one talking to Y/N. "What did she say?"

Homelander asked in a demanding tone."And you speak Spanish?" He asked her with a smug smile on his face.

What a fucking prick. " I'm from bolivia. I'm South america's number one hero." "Bolivia huh? Never knew their superhero's were any good." He said, looking her up and down."Where is Bolivia again?" He says with a chuckle. He felt superior to Y/N and wanted to display that fact to her.

" I have helped South America in ways you could never." "Well good for you." He says, rolling his eyes at her."Don't get too big of an ego on yourself, though. It wouldn't look good on a young lady such as yourself."

He says in a sarcastic tone as he looks Y/N up and down. She looks beautiful with her short red curly hair, her light red dress, and her perfect face. Homelander knew he wanted her. The only thing he didn't like was the fact that she spoke in different languages. It made it harder for him to talk to her.

" cara de puta doesn't look good on you ether."

Homelander was surprised at what Y/N said. It sounded like she was insulting him, but he didn't understand fully what she said. So he pretended to know what it meant. "I know what that means." He says with a grin on his face

"I'm sure what you said, but it sounded very erotic." He said to her with hunger eyes. His eyes were trying to suck her in, his eyes wanting her badly.

Firestorm was a little shocked, but she burst out into hard laughter. Covering up her face

Homelander laughed with her. This was a weird feeling for Homelander. To actually be laughing with someone. His laugh grew more and more genuine as he found himself wanting to be around Y/N.

His eyes were still glued on her green eyes as he sat only inches away from her. He couldn't help it. He knew Y/N felt the tension, too. There was something about her that he couldn't get enough of. He just wanted to be with her, to be alone with her.

She did feel it. She felt like Homelander with any other white guy in a suit.

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Y/n sit at the bar waiting for her drink when she sees Queen maeve drinking wine and looking around as soon as y/n ho her she walked over there.

" Hello, you must be Queen maeve. I'm firestorm nice to meet you." " Same for you." Queen maeve smiled she really needed to talk to another female. All the men around her were making her sick. " Anyway, what are you doing at this party?" Maeve asked, looking at the woman.

" Same boring stuff as you." Firestorm says, making Maeve chuckle mostly, not expecting her to say that. The two women Continue to talk.

Homelander, watching the two look at my girls go. He thought he was being a disgusting pervert where his eyes were.

( A/n: the end hoes hope you liked it 💖💖 I know it short.)

-The Seven-

Serious:Somewhat single moms-Pt 1- Bolivia flage cape and a black suit .☟ _The boys x reader_

-Homelander- John x black! Fem! reader

Summary: Y/n is South America's number one. Hero is in a group called Patina, and she has been sent on a trip to North America. To meet the Seven for a National But her representative wants her to get close with Homelander.

Waning: bad language, Angst, reader being Sexualize.

Set in: it's the plot so don't come after me if I redo it.

@z3r0art

Seva Airlines is the plane that Y/n and her lower Supes know as patina. We're on to make it to North America to meet the Infamous Seven. Y/n didn't really care all that much she had her representative Steve up her ass about this opportunity.

For three months. The persistent Bitch really pushed that it would help with her look as a Hero and get her more Points.

Y/n was somewhat like Homelander, just female. She was just better at pretending to smile waving. But she hated having to smile all the time. It was exhausted. Her smiled and would always fade after the currents fell. Like she had ever smiled ones.

Now her was going to meet the men of America and his side show. She was only somewhat happy to meet Starlight. A new hero So much potential That made fire strom have a little bit more hopeful in the world.

Steve had told Y/n that Vought wanted to have a National Superhero Appreciation. Or Nsh, the plane soon landed on top of the vot building y/n slow stood up and walked out the plane with a small smile. To keep up her illusion of being happy, she could see Ms. Madelyn Stillwell and she big white women smile on her face.

" Patina. The heroes of South America welcome to Vot I'm Madelyn Stillwell." She says,"Were glad to be here." Y/n says as Madelyn walks them into the blinding. She slowly.

and fucking your Secretary kind. " This with be your freedom room. Basically, what im saying is that you can do whatever in here." She smiles she walks out.

Y/n sits down at the head of the table with a smile that makes everyone tense up. " Sit down." She says, and they all slowly sit down.

" So does everyone have something to say. Questions, concerns?" Y/n says," Why the hell are we here? I know that's what we're all thinking." BB says

-BB- Ballon boy. -Jimmy Hall - power: immoral.

" That is a good question. we are here for National super hero day." Y/n says," What the hell does that mean?" BB says," we walk around a bit, help the seven if needed, and just breathe air." Y/n says. Everyone looks at each other, and they agree on how easy it is. " Oh, and hear are your keys." Y/n throws five keys out to her team. " For what?" BB says," Your rooms." Y/n says in a soft tone. " There on the fifth floor." She smiles." Now, all of you go." Y/n says in a cold tone. They all sigh and whisper to themselves about how dumb this was. Y/n slowly turned her head to the side. " BB, what do you want?" She sees him sitting on the table." What ya thinking about, doll?" He says " How to quit." She says.

" You could just retire." He says. With a smile," You and me both know what that means. I go into some cold old room little nowhere to be tested on." He nods." You can start a family. That's what Liya did, and I still see her." He says,

" Maybe. "

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Y/n leaves the room and walks over to the elevators and waits for it where she hears someone walking over to her and the elevators. She looks over to see Homelander walking over to the elevators. " shit." She whispers. Homelander walked up to the elevators, and they opened. "Excuse me." He says y/n looks back." Oh, sorry." She smiles he walks in first.

Homelander slowly looked down at y/n and her outfit. The boob window and her Bolivia flag on her back. Her black suit on her skin was tight and small, mostly around her back side. " Nice ass." He said with a smirk with a look of contempt as he looked at her.

The ends of y/n's hair are set on fire, her hair Indulgeinng in the red flames. " Thanks, I guess. " y/n was creeped out and taken a back. How could he see her ass? He looked at the fire at the end of her hair and then back at her, "No problem." He says."So. Why are you here?" He asks her.

" National super hero's Appreciation Month." She says," So you're a part of Patina?" He asked." Actually, I'm the leader of Patina." She says," Well, it's always nice to have younger heroes as leaders. " y/n chuckles. He was trying to butter her up. He turned his head back to he and then smirke. "So. You can control fire?" " Yes." She says." So. You're like the strongest superhero in South America." He asked her, and he wanted to know everything about her." You could say that." She was trying to keep dry a conversation.

Homelander thought for a second before speaking, "I'm surprised I know of the group Patina. You know most people can't name a single group from South America." He says in a sarcastic manner. As if South America was beneath him, "But I guess you didn't tell me your name?"

Y/n give him a what the fuck look trying to overlook how disrespectful that was. " My real name?" She says,"Yeah, your real name?" He said in an annoyed fashion, waiting for her answer. " y/n no last name. " She says," That's interesting. " he says Try the sound disinterested. "I'm curious. How much is Patina respected in South America?" He said, wanting to see if her pride was big like Homelander's " as much as the seven is in the States." She says.

"Oh, I see. So Patina's just as big down south as we are up here in the States. Is that what you're saying?" He said, trying to gauge y/n to see if she had a big ego" yeah." The elevator stops, and she walks out. Homelander follows y/n and catches up to her. "So. Let me guess, y/n ." He said, walking up next to her."You just happen to have the most beautiful ass in all of South America." He said, wanting to see her reaction to that.

" I thought you dropped that conversation." Y/n says, walking past Madelyn Stillwell's Office.Homelander chuckled and shook his head."Come on, y/n. Who doesn't love talking about a beautiful ass. Especially one like yours. I mean, look at that peach." He said, touching her ass over her suit, smiling while he does it.

She grabs his hand, her eyes turning eye. " Don't touch me." Y/n says her hand, burning his suit arm slightly.

"Aww. Come on, y/n, don't be like that. My hands just so happened to wander over there. Don't be so uptight." He said in a sarcastic manner, keeping his hand on her ass " Oh well, my hand wandered to your face." She slaps him.

He stood in shock as he rubbed his cheek with his free hand. He couldn't believe she had done that. But then he took a deep breath and regained his composure and took his hand off her ass. "What the hell?" He screamed at her."How dare you lay a hand on Homelander. I am the most powerful superhero in the god damn world." He yelled in a scary, intimidating tone at her." Do I really give a shit?" She thinks," Oh, I don't."

Homelander took a second to process what she told him, and then he got angry again. "I am The Homelander. You show some respect. "He yelled at her in anger. He wanted her to beg for his mercy. He wanted to scare her, but she wasn't showing fear. It was pissing Homelander off.

" Oh, stop it, you're just as broken and damaged as everyone else." Earlier that day, y/n Looked at John's File or his life story on a paper.

Homelander grew very angry as he took another step closer to y/n. He was now in her face with the heat of his breath hitting her lips. He looked down at her and took another angry breath. "I am a god compared to everyone else, and you should respect me." He yelled at her with no fear of what she would say in return. He was the most powerful being in existence, and she would not cross him.

Homelander didn't seem to notice the haft Chub he was getting. Was he fucking turned on? " Well, I guess.''god'' has a boner." She pointed out his pants.

That caught Homelander off guard, and as he looked down at his pants, there was indeed a boner starting to show through his pants. "What the..." He began to stammer, looking at y/n. Her face was still, and she didn't give any response."That's normal." He says, trying to change the subject to something less awkward.

" it shouldn't be. You shouldn't get a boner when you yell at me." She was speaking Facts.

He cleared his throat before saying, "Hey, it's common for a man to get a boner when a hot woman is standing in front of him." The words come flying out of his mouth quickly as he realizes he just said what was on his mind."You're hot." He said awkwardly.

That was out of character. " And you got that from yelling at me?" She says. "No, I mean... I just look at you, and it happens." He says with a smirk, he was enjoying talking to y/n, she was the first woman to actually talk back to him. And it made him want to keep talking to her. Something he wasn't used to, he was attracted to y/n, and he knew it.

She rolled her eyes and walked away."Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Don't go, I want to keep talking to you." He yelled after her, not wanting her to leave just yet. She just continued walking.

"Damn it." He said to himself, he was actually enjoying talking to y/n, and she had to ruin the moment for him by walking away."Well, I hope you have a nice night. And by the way. You do have a nice ass." He yelled out to y/n as she walked. "Nice and fat." He whispered to himself as he watched her leave.

A/n: I'm so happy. 😁 thank you for your support. Love you guys.😘😘

Next pt:

- 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 -

sᴇʀɪᴇs: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐦'𝐬

-𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫- 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - NOT A CHAPTER-

ᴡᴀɴɪɴɢ: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Homelander meets a woman named Y/n Jackson and ends up having three babies with her. Then, two years later, Y/n files for divorce on domestic violet terms. Will their problems affect their children? Or will they do what every parent wants for them to be better.

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲?

𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Q&A

First part: Set in 2001.

second part: set i 2013

Third part: Set in 2015.

Fourth part: Set in 2019.

That Unwanted Animal

18+

Homelander x Soulmate!reader

You don’t love Homelander. Even when he looks like everything you’ve ever wanted.

Loosely based on this post from @blindmagdalena

His t-shirt is soft under your hands as you cling to him. The baseball cap shields his features from you as presses you against the alley wall. The blue fabric rubs against your cheek as he thrusts up into you. The both of you avoid eye contact and as you bury your face into his shoulder, the scent of his cologne nearly chokes you. You thought it would be easier like this. You’d believed that maybe without the suit you could pretend your “lover” was a normal man. Maybe the two of you had met at a bar, or a doctor’s office, or while walking dogs in the park. You could have been an ordinary couple with a soulmate story fit for a Hallmark movie.

But a change of clothes can’t distract you from the fact that this man, your soulmate, is the very man you’ve dedicated your life to bringing down. It’s a sick joke, isn’t it? You love your team. Hughie is always there with a shoulder to cry on. M.M. gives good advice. Frenchie and Kimiko have become almost like siblings to you. Even Butcher you hold fondness for, as infuriated as he often makes you. They’re your family and yet you’re here fucking enemy #1 in a filthy alley and he’s going to make you come.

You bite his shoulder to keep from crying out as he effortlessly holds you up. It would be easier if he was bad in bed. The soulmate bond would still suck ass, but at least you wouldn’t derive pleasure from it. He came so fast the first time you fucked him that you’d initially been relieved. It had been perfect until he’d spread your legs to lap his own come from you until you’d shuddered helplessly against his tongue. You’d gone home and cried after, despite the pleasure still pulsing warmly through your veins.

You can’t even say it isn’t consensual. Your bond causes you to ache for him viscerally. Hell, this time you sought him out. He didn’t even protest when you laid out your terms. He had seemed more amused than anything. When he showed up wearing civilian clothing like you demanded, you almost turned him away with tears pricking at your eyes.

He looks soft, human, like someone you could love, a real soulmate. Even as he pumps into you, the peek of blond sticking out from beneath the cap makes you ridiculously endeared against your will. If only he was anyone else…

Soulmates have always been romanticized to a ridiculous degree, despite everyone knowing a story of some person who is enslaved by their mark instead of liberated. There are many things that can tie two souls together besides love. Yet everyone still longs for the day they find their match, in hopes of the happiest of endings. You had been no different.

You whine and clench around him as he angles himself differently, his cock sliding even deeper into you until it feels like you're choking on it. Your mark burns and the empty pit in your stomach that lingers in his absence is washed away with each heated pulse. The nausea of being away from him finally subsides with each brush of your skin against his. He sighs happily into your hair, as the same sense of belonging envelopes him. This feels right and it makes you want to scream.

“Mine,” he growls against your temple.

“Yours,” your bond answers for you.

You only ever fuck him in comfortless places.

Your heels dig into his ass and you rock yourself into his thrusts. He nips at your ear gently…affectionately. He can’t distinguish between true love and the oppressive obsession that comes with a mate. You don’t love him. Things would be easier if you did.

Why couldn’t he be anybody else?

“Is this good?” He asks needily. He can sense your distraction. He wants to be good for you. He wants to please you. You flutter around him and one hand strokes the back of his neck tenderly despite the mental torment that you’re facing. No one has ever been so attentive during sex before. He makes you feel cherished. Even when you beg for him to make it hurt, he refuses. The same hands that have commited endless cruelties hold you like something rare and precious.

You don’t answer and you can feel his petulant frown against your skin as he waits for feedback.

He adjusts you effortlessly in his grip so he can stroke you exactly the way he’s learned you like it. You whine desperately as you leak all over his fingers and drip onto the ground below. He sighs at the feeling.

“I love you so much.” He whispers intimately into your ear. His sincerity makes you want to weep. “You’re everything I ever wanted.”

It doesn’t matter how many times you rebuke him or refuse his offer to take you home with him. He still believes that you feel the same. He believes that one day he’ll find you soaking wet at his penthouse door, having run across the city in the pouring rain to him, confessing how much it hurt to push him away. He wants the satisfaction of knowing that you abandoned your team from sheer want of him. He thinks of your situation as a romantic comedy that hasn’t hit the emotional climax yet.

It’s pathetic and delusional and you hate how close you know you are to fulfilling it. You don’t love him…but you know you could.

Despite how hard you try to resist, you come hard and you sob into his neck at the intensity of it. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he rubs you through it. You kiss him to shut him up and he groans into your mouth as he releases inside you. He kisses you back desperately, seeking whatever crumbs of affection you let yourself give him, using them as proof to fuel his delusional fantasies.

Once you’ve both ridden out your respective orgasms, he finally pulls back to look at you. The softness in his eyes belongs to a kinder man. Your stomach flips. His cap has been knocked slightly askew and he looks human. He frowns slightly and the hand he was using to bring you pleasure brushes something off your cheek.

“You’re crying.” He remarks, hand now cupping your cheek as his thumb strokes your skin in an attempt to comfort you. You want him to be rude to you the way he is to everyone else. You want him to mock you and make crass disrespectful remarks. You open your mouth to reply and a broken sob comes out. He hushes you softly and leans down to kiss the tears that roll down your cheeks

“I love you.” You confess finally, the truth is bitter and shameful in your mouth. You’ve finally stopped lying to yourself

“You say that every time. Are you actually going to follow through or are you going to deny yourself some more?” He asks dryly, cocking his head at you. His grip flexes as he continues to press you against the wall.

You both know the answer. Just like you both know that one day the answer will be different.

Your team better succeed before then.

At First Sight (Homelander Drabble)

(aka: Knock em' off his feet) Homelander x F!Reader (18+)

+ His first time seeing you. Actually, he's seen you in his peripheral a handful of times. This? This is when he gets a good, long, look at you. He's a little stuck to say the least.

Words: 657 (Short & sweet, I just couldn't help making a point.)

A/N: Oh how I LOVE down bad man. You can't watch the show and not know that whoever has his affection HAS him. This is my first fic on this blog, I've written a lot before, deleted my blog, and came back, Maybe this will bring me back in, who knows. (Ask box open).

Warnings: Cursing, Homelander craving you, a little too wanting.

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Homelander likes you. No, listen, Homelander likes you. These days he’s so brazen with it, and you can hardly walk into the same room as him without buzzing under his stare. However, I wanna start it off a little slow at least. He started it off slow at least. Kind of. 

It’s your third week in when he takes a good look at you. A rushed mission brief is called and Ashley, idiot, decides now is the time to try out a new presentation method. Handouts. She’s so fucking proud of herself when she steps to the front of the room and says, “I want to ensure everyone has a thorough analysis of the plan, as well as some facts about the landscape that I think—“

Oh please, he’s so close to asking her if she was shaken as an infant when he notices you. Supe by supe you walk around, placing a sheet of paper in front of everyone, & God the sight of you. You know how hard it is for someone to catch him off guard? You do it instantly, unknowingly, unabashedly. Honestly, it’s your eyes – wait – your lips. He can’t stop looking at your lips. Then you smile at The Deep and he has to sit back in his seat a little bit, scooch down, and lean over, chin in hand just to get a good look at you. You’re just about to reach Noir when Ashley musters up the gumption to ask, “Homelander, how would you feel about starlight leading this mission while you stay as backup?” 

He’s almost too slow to take his eyes off you, but he does & laughs incredulously at Ashley. “Why would I do that?”

She actually quick steps towards him, hand extended holding a sheet of paper, & places it in front of him before you can make it. “We’re working to establish your image with our female audience, ages 25 through 45, as a softer protector.” She says softer with a wince, like she can hear how fucked it sounds. He’s annoyed, and has to deep breathe his way out of showing it. What the fuck is he reading? It's a mess of statistics and a – quite honestly –l ameass excuse for a game plan that he’s happy to pass on to StarLight. Ashley finishes with “Currently you’re doing amazing with our male audience, but we’d like to shift towards a team player, lover of women image.”  

He’s a lover. Through and through, and sometimes hard to find. It’s there though, eventually you’ll get it. 

You walk behind him, and reach beside him to place a sheet down in front of Queen Mauve. You smell good. He tilts his head just enough to catch a sight of you without being too honest about it. You’re a sight. You know that? It’s enough to make his eyes drag down your body, stopping at your ass and then making a slow track down your legs. He’s a dog about it, and internally says fuck it, because then his eyes are back up and locked on yours. 

He hears your heart jump a little, but you’re a pro, because you just smile it off —fuck, you’re beautiful — and say “Good morning.” Before walking away. 

Fuck off, ‘Good morning’ , he’s salivating. 

“Good morning” he says kindly. 

He hasn’t been this turned on, this quickly in a long time. For a human at that? You’re a new feeling, one he can’t even tell if he’s comfortable with. So he’s gotta lock his eyes back on Ashley and pretend like he isn’t gonna think about you later. “Yeah, absolutely –” He waves his hand, & smiles, “– let’s show some girl power, huh?” 

One last glance at you, and you’re looking right at him. He doesn’t even hide his stares this time. His dick jumps a little at the fact that you don’t look away, and he makes a mental note to get your name after this. 

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A/N: *Screams in wanting him*

positions

cw: nsfw, gn.reader, some size kink

includes: homelander, butcher, frenchie, black noir, hughie, solider boy, MM

Homelander - likes when you’re on top. Don’t get it wrong he still has control but, he likes watching how you pant and struggle to take him all. Besides he gets a nice view of your chest while he bounces you on his cock. Absolutely bucks up into you to see how you squeal and grip his shoulders. He also likes it because he doesn’t have to do much work, he’s a supe and works hard ya know?

Black Noir - ass man. Loves doggy style the most. Grips the fat of your ass while he just plows into you. Smoothes his hand on your hips to bring you down on him over and over. Lives to see how you flutter and clench around him. Will push your face into the sheets and leave bruises on your ass.

Butcher - reverse cowgirl all the way. Another ass man who likes to watch you take his cock. You just look so good this way, and he likes how you lean forward to grab at his thighs. Smokes while he fucks you, puffing out while he spreads you open so he can watch how you take him. Makes comments on how slutty you are.

MM - missionary. The classic choice but he loves it. Props himself on his elbows so he can watch your face while he pounds into you. He likes to tuck his face into your neck, nipping it and making you squirm from his beard on your skin. Sometimes gets so into it he’ll lift up your legs onto his shoulders to reach deeper.

Soldier boy - mating press?!? Mating press all the way. Folds you up and stuffs you full, can go for hours. Ben just pushes your legs up and gives you deep strokes that make you starry-eyed and and breathless. He gets so deep you push his chest and he just mocks you from above. Thanks to the V he’s got endless stamina and besides, he hasn’t been able to pump someone full in decades so good luck.

Frenchie - y’all already know this man likes to be dommed. He’s down for absolutely anything and everything. Doesn’t matter if you’re holding his wrists while you fuck yourself with his cock or if you’re fucking him. He practically loves every positions, but he does enjoy 69 a lot.

Hughie - sweet sweet boy likes when he’s tucked behind you. Its so nice because your thighs are clenched together and it’s makes you tighter. The fucks lazy and soft and he just tucks your underwear to the side so he can slip in. You’re clawing at the mattress while he just does slow thrusts. He’ll kiss the back of your neck while he holds you.

The Fall

2.8k mostly sfw homelander x reader. christmas adjacent. depowered homelander.

Summary: After being struck by an unidentified projectile that renders him powerless, Homelander crash lands in your backyard, wholly at your mercy.

this is a rework of this original prompt. inspired by the fable of the mouse that aids the lion whose paw has been stuck by a thorn.  ♡

Homelander is over a hundred feet in the air when he hears something whistling through the sky behind him. Some kind of projectile. A small missile, maybe. It's nothing he hasn't handled before: It could blow up in his face and he would be fine. He’s more curious about what exactly it is, who’s stupid enough to fire it at him, and where it’s coming from. 

With that in mind–in that split second he has to react–he decides to forgo dodging it and instead attempt to catch it.  However, as the mystery projectile gets nearer, his vision begins to tunnel. 

What the fuck? 

His reflexes slow, and before he knows it, the projectile strikes him hard in his left side rib, exploding in fumes that fill his lungs and coat his skin. In an instant, he feels pain like he's been turned inside out, a sensation worse than anything he’s felt since childhood. Instantly he's plummeting towards the ground, crashing directly into your backyard in an eruption of snow and yard furniture.

With his vision going black, the last thing he hears is the sound of the world turning deafeningly quiet.

When Homelander comes to, he's being shaken. No–compressed, hands over his chest, pushing again and again in a steady rhythm. Warm lips press against his, and a rush of air fills his lungs. His eyes snap open, and out of pure reflex, he drives his fist into your unfamiliar form, sitting up with a frenzied look in his eyes.

You should have flown back thirty feet with a hit like that. Instead, you only fell back onto your ass, coughing. Homelander's hands are shaking as he looks at them, and he can feel blood dripping from his ears, taste it in his mouth. He's disoriented, his whole body heavy. He's having trouble breathing, every ragged inhale a struggle, and his heart is pounding.

"Someone tried to kill me," he rasps in disbelief. Not surprised that someone tried, but that someone very nearly succeeded. "Someone... Someone tried to fucking kill me," he says again, growing more hysteric the more the pain sets in. His own brain is hammering against the confines of his skull, beating at the backs of his eyes.

He’s certain that he’s halfway to cardiac arrest, but no matter how he tries to focus, he can’t calm himself. His strength is gone. It’s gone. He looks at you, you, who should have a hole punched through your chest. Instead, you’re staggering to your feet, totally unharmed. 

"Homelander!" You address sharply, audibly trying to rein in your own bubbling panic. He can see his own fear reflected in your eyes. You’re just as confused as he is. Just a stupid little mouse that crawled out of your hole and found him like this. "I can help you, okay? Let me help you."

There’s something about the sharp authority in your voice mixed with an undeniable quiver of compassion that catches his attention. It could be the degree of his vulnerability sinking in, but after a second of dumbfounded staring, Homelander nods.

It must be pure adrenaline that gives you the strength to help him into your house. You don’t look like you should be able to carry him. He's practically dead weight in your arms, barely keeping himself on his feet as you both stumble into your living room. The height difference does neither of you any favors.

You get him down onto the couch before fetching a wet rag, a bottle of water, pills, and a first aid kit. He watches you fumble with it, hands shaking. He assumes it’s adrenaline, though you lack the acidic stench of it. No, you probably don’t. He just can’t smell it anymore. He can’t smell anything except the faint tinge of blood, and whatever nauseating scented candle you use to stink up your home. Though, even that’s distant compared to what he’s used to. However, he finds he doesn’t have it in him to panic. Is this what shock feels like?

He takes the water you offer him, but denies the pills. “No, no. I have no idea what that shit will do to me right now.” You nod, setting the bottle aside. You then lean over him, inspecting the level of damage. His ears are ringing, and his whole body is throbbing with sharp, painful aches. Maybe the pills would help, but he’s never had to take painkillers before. He’d rather swallow tacks than lean on something so pedestrian.

As you work, he notices a mottled mark blossoming darkly across the center of your chest, just under your collarbone, approximately the size of his fist. Without thinking, he reaches up to touch it, remembering the blow he’d dealt you.

You startle, looking down where he touches with a wince. The skin looks as tender as he feels. It must sting. Is he bruised like this beneath his suit? The thought of these same ugly dark marks mirrored on his own body brings him visceral disgust. 

"Don't worry about me," you tell him, as comforting as your voice can muster. You grasp his wrist and gently lay it back down at his side.

I'm not worried about you, he thinks derisively. "That should have caved in your chest."

"Guess it's my lucky day, then," you say absently, more focused on using a wet cloth to wipe away the blood from his temple, up into his hairline, seeking the injury. You're meticulous but gentle in the way you handle him, cupping the side of his face to turn him one way, then another.

If not for how clumsy your movements feel, he’d think you’ve done this before. There is care and determination in the way you tend to him, but no obvious medical expertise. Even the kit you pull from looks out of date and sparse. You probably picked it up from a gas station on a whim because you needed safety pins. "I think these need stitches," you say as you carefully apply bandages, brows furrowed. Homelander's gaze lingers on your lips as you speak. What kind of person sees someone fall out of the fucking sky, blowing a crater in their yard in the process, and then thinks to give them CPR?

"I'm calling an ambulance," you say, moving to stand. That breaks him out of his stupor. He catches you by the wrist, stopping you in your tracks, despite how pitifully weak his own grasp feels. "No, no, not... Don't do that," he says, screwing his eyes shut briefly. No one else can know that this happened. Besides, if those psychopaths are still out there, it will draw them right to him. "Too much attention, I just... give me a fucking minute," he says, flexing his hands. They still feel weak, tingling like they've fallen asleep, but the bizarre sensation is gradually beginning to abate.

Whatever was done to him, it doesn't seem to be permanent. 

He hopes to fuck that it isn’t. "Okay," you say tentatively. Instead of leaving, however, you reposition to continue wiping the blood from his face, gently rubbing from his temples down his jaw. He watches you like a hawk, rolling his fingers in and out of fists, gradually feeling his strength return to him.

He's unaccustomed to the way you're handling him. One hand cupping his jaw, ginger in the way you move his head only when you absolutely need to. The concern wrinkled between your brows is so palpable, so sincere, that for a moment he almost forgets you're strangers to each other.

"What're you doing?" He asks eventually, voice low. You pause, looking down to meet his eye. "Oh, I just... There's still blood, and I didn't want to leave you alone."

Your response tightens something in his chest, like a steel coil wrung too tight, leaving him uncomfortable. He feels small, vulnerable, and the tenderness of your touch is doing nothing for it. "I don't need you," he snaps defensively. "I'm fine."

"Okay," you respond, aggravatingly calm. Still soothing. "What do you need?" Homelander opens his mouth, but hesitates. Your earnestness is infuriating, waiting on bated breath for what you can do for him. He closes his mouth, jaw tight. His gaze flickers back down to the bruise on your chest. It's darker now, varying shades of purple and yellow fading into one another.

Looking back up at you, he schools his expression into calm focus. "Close the blinds," he says, gesturing with his head to the window, where you have twinkling white Christmas lights strung up. 

"I need to lay low awhile." He can feel his powers steadily returning. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll find out who it was, and rip out their fucking spine.

You've already gotten up to do as he asked, drawing the blinds down, and then closing the curtains over them. Afterwards, you turn to leave.

"Hey," Homelander calls, frowning. You stop in the doorway. "Where are you going?"

"The kitchen," you answer, hand on the doorframe. "You can call if you need something."

"Stay here," he says, ignoring the bit of petulance he can hear in his own voice. He doesn't care if you're confused. He doesn't care that he doesn't entirely understand himself. He just wants you to stay.

He watches you take a seat at the end of the couch, near his feet. He exhales, closing his eyes. It isn't as though you could do anything if proficient killers did appear, but for whatever reason, no matter how useless you would ultimately be, he feels better for having you near.

Even a curtain is better than no door at all.

After half an hour, his senses begin to sharpen again. It begins as a dull, irritating buzz at first. It has him rubbing at his ears, screwing his eyes shut. It rolls in and out of focus, making it difficult to adjust to. “Are you okay?” You ask from the other end of the couch, where you’ve been sitting with remarkable patience. Maybe you’re afraid of him. He hates not being able to tell by the rate of your heart.

“Peachy keen,” he replies flatly. “Hearing’s coming back.”

“That’s good,” you say, though the inflection you end with makes it sound more like a question.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s good, it’s just… Loud,” he says, grinding the heel of his palm into his temple. His skull is still pounding. “Everything’s all… Coming back in a jumble. Giving me a fucking headache,” he says, though as he speaks, he realizes he’s able to focus fairly well on the conversation, drowning out the more intrusive ambient sounds. “Keep talking.”

You look surprised by his demand, but after a beat, you oblige. After maybe an hour of idle conversation, he learns your name, that you work from home, you like decorating for Christmas even when you spend it alone, and that you've lived a thoroughly dull, ordinary little life until this very moment.

That’s just what you’ve told him.

From his personal observations, he's learned that you’re a perpetual fidgeter, that you touch your face when you're nervous, and that you would rather laugh than take any of his disparaging remarks about your mundane life to heart.

"I think it's lucky for you that I’m so boring. I might not have been here otherwise," you counter. Your smile is so inexplicably charming–nose wrinkled like you’ve somehow pulled a fast one on him–that Homelander forgets to refute your point. Instead, much to your alarm, he sits up.

"Oh, steady! Are you sure you're okay?" You ask, standing as he does, hands out as if to catch him. He stretches his hands out in front of him, and then curls his arms back in. Exhaling, his eyes flare crimson. He likes the way it makes your heart jump when he looks at you through the red glow.

His lips quirk, lasers fading out. "Good as new," he says confidently, though the aches of his fall still linger in his joints. Not quite new. He takes a few long strides across your living room, pausing in the doorway to your kitchen, where he can see through to your yard, and the absolute crater he left in it. "Vought will... take care of that," he says, gesturing vaguely to the destruction.

You can't help but laugh, crossing your arms loosely to survey the damage with him. "I appreciate it, but really, I'm just glad you're alright," you say honestly, staring out into the wreckage of your yard.

Homelander purses his lips slightly, glancing at you from his peripheral. Above him, he feels something brush the top of his head. When he glances up, what he sees hanging in the doorway makes him smile deviously.

Without warning, he puts his hands on your waist and spins you to him, lips landing warm and firm on yours. He absolutely devours the surprised little noise you make against him, halfway tempted to see what other sounds he can wring from you.

Your heart quickens to a race in his ears, and much to his delight, you kiss him back. You even surprise him by grabbing the back of his head with both hands, deepening the kiss of your own volition.

Not one to be out done, he adjusts his hold on you, one arm wrapping properly around your waist while the other slides up to cup the back of your neck, gloved fingers gently squeezing your bare skin.

To his delight, you retaliate with your tongue, slipping it between his lips and coaxing his forth.

Just full of surprises, little mouse.

Maybe you aren't so boring after all.

He meets you eagerly, exhaling a rough, excited little huff through his nose, dropping the hand at your waist to grab a cheeky squeeze full of your ass, wringing a soft moan from you that sends a bolt of heat straight to his cock.

When Homelander pulls back, you're flushed warmly all over. You smell of antiseptic wipes and peppermint, like Christmas in a hospital. It’s bizarrely appealing.

"What was that?" You ask, dazed.

"Mistletoe," he purrs, tipping his head back without taking his eyes off you, settling his hands back on your waist.

You look up slowly–taking a solid few seconds to process–and huff a gentle little laugh, nodding at the aforementioned ornament dangling above you. 

"Is this your way of saying thank you?" You manage to ask after swallowing back the lump in your throat, your shoulders relaxing, though your heart continues to gallop in your chest. "I hope you're still going to pay for my yard."

It's Homelander's turn to laugh. "Oh, no. I haven't even begun to say thank you yet," he assures you, hands lingering on your hips. 

The kiss had been pure unrestricted impulse, nothing he intended to follow through on. However, now that you're toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, your skin warm against his, your eyes half lidded, he’s not sure that he wants to let you go. Your lips shine where you’ve licked the taste of his from them. 

“I think for your good deeds, you’re owed a very merry Christmas,” he says, waggling his brows. 

You give a flustered, incredulous bark of laughter, covering your mouth as you look away from him, that flush of yours intensifying, making your whole body thrum warmly. You wouldn’t need to worry about keeping warm on these cold winter nights if he had his way with you.

“Okay, well, uhm, thank you for… for that thought,” you say, tripping over your words in a way you haven’t this entire encounter. “You hit your head pretty hard, though so maybe before you make any promises, we make sure you get checked out by an actual doctor,” you say, pushing lightly against his chest.

He maintains his hold for just a second longer, utterly immovable. It feels good to be himself again. He runs his tongue along his teeth, downright predatory in the way he stares down at you, but he does relinquish his hold.

“You should come with me to the tower. You know, now that you’re… Compromised,” he says, folding his hands behind his back. “Someone might come looking for me here. Interrogate you on my condition.”

Real fear flashes in your eyes at that. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he gives back gravely.

“Uh… Okay. Uhm, let me… I’ll pack a bag,” you say nervously, stepping away from him to do just that.

“Okie-dokie,” he gives back simply, glancing around your home while he waits. He picks up an odd little gnome with a big red hat that covers everything but a little button nose, and a long white beard. Maybe he’ll convince you to bring along some of your festive decorations.

Merry Christmas to me, he thinks, already daydreaming about twisting the head off of whoever hit him with some kind of neutralizing agent.

He might thank them for the impromptu date while he’s at it.

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