#Homelander X amab reader

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Hiiii, bear!!! If you're still taking requests, could a request a homelander x male!reader fic where homelander is sort of a little desperate for readers approval because hw hasn't gotten a lot of positive attention in his life? And if it's still open, could I be '🪼 anon', please?

Homelander x male reader

Hiii and yes you may my friend. This has to be like a world record for me to be writing and posting a request in the same day.

Beneath the Cape

The first time you met Homelander, you hadn’t expected much.

Not because he wasn’t impressive—he was. Towering, broad-shouldered, the very image of America’s strongest hero. But you knew his reputation, the whispers beneath the carefully crafted PR. Dangerous. Unstable. Capable of wiping out a city if the mood struck him.

And yet, when you spoke to him, you saw something else. Something beneath the mask.

It had been a brief encounter. A charity event, one of those nauseatingly polished affairs where Vought paraded their golden boy around like a prize horse. You’d been there as part of your company’s sponsorship, nothing special. Just another name on a list.

But then he walked by, and you—unlike everyone else—didn’t grovel. Didn’t flinch. You just… smiled. A simple thing, a polite acknowledgment, nothing more.

And for a second, just a second, Homelander froze.

Then his expression shifted, something unreadable flickering across his face. He gave you a nod, an almost hesitant one, before moving on.

You thought nothing of it.

He, however, couldn’t stop thinking about it. Homelander started noticing you more after that.

It wasn’t immediate, but it was persistent. Every time he passed through a room, his gaze would linger on you a little longer. At first, it was just curiosity. Why hadn’t you looked at him the way everyone else did? With fear. With worship.

Instead, you were… normal. You treated him like a person, not a god.

And for the first time in his life, that felt more intoxicating than any amount of adoration. So he sought you out. First, by coincidence. Then, with more intention. He made excuses to be near you, dropping by your office under the pretense of business, stopping to chat when he saw you at events. He wanted—needed—to know why you were different.

And every time you spoke to him, it was like a breath of fresh air. No false praise. No trembling admiration. Just simple, casual conversation. You didn’t hesitate to crack a joke, to roll your eyes at corporate nonsense, to treat him like—well, like a regular guy.

He couldn’t get enough of it.

Of you.

At first, you chalked up his frequent appearances to coincidence. But then it became too frequent. Too deliberate.

Homelander always seemed to be around. Finding excuses to talk. Standing just a little too close. And then there were the looks. The way he watched you—not with the cold, calculated gaze he gave most people, but something softer. Almost needy.

It was subtle at first, the way his eyes followed you, the way his expression shifted when you laughed at something he said. But then there were the moments when he lingered after conversations, as if reluctant to leave.

And one night, after another one of those tedious events, you finally called him out on it.

“Alright,” you said, arms crossed as you leaned against the balcony railing. “What’s your deal?”

Homelander blinked, tilting his head. “My deal?”

“You keep showing up around me. Hanging around like a lost puppy.” You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

There it was again—that flicker of something behind his eyes.

“Would you rather I leave?” His voice was casual, but you caught the undercurrent beneath it. The uncertainty. The smallest, quietest thread of insecurity, woven into the carefully controlled mask.

You exhaled. “I didn’t say that.”

His expression shifted, something relieved, something satisfied. “Good,” he murmured, stepping closer. Close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne, something crisp and clean beneath the fabric of his suit.

And then he smiled, not the perfect, PR-ready grin he always wore for the cameras, but something real.

Something just for you.

From then on, it was impossible to ignore.

Homelander wanted your attention. Craved it. And he wasn’t subtle about it.

He’d show up at your office unannounced, making himself comfortable in your chair like he belonged there. He’d hover during conversations, subtly guiding them back to himself, clearly wanting to hear what you thought of him.

And, God help you, he was charming when he wanted to be. Infuriatingly so.

“You like me, don’t you?” he mused one evening, seated across from you in your apartment—because, yes, he had started showing up there too, somehow always knowing when you were home.

You scoffed. “What kind of question is that?”

“A simple one.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “You’re nice to me.”

You frowned. “And?”

“No one’s ever nice to me.”

Something in his voice made you pause.

It was an admission, plain and simple, but there was something raw beneath it. Something vulnerable.

He covered it quickly, pasting on a smirk. “Well, not without wanting something in return.”

You sighed. “Maybe I’m just nice.”

He studied you for a long moment. Then, quietly, “Maybe that’s why I like you.”

Your stomach twisted.

Not out of fear. Not out of discomfort. But something deeper.

Something dangerous.

Because the way he looked at you—the way he wanted you—wasn’t just some passing fascination.

It was need.

And you weren’t sure you could ignore it much longer.

---

It escalated from there.

Not in the way you expected. He didn’t push. Didn’t demand.

He just… stayed.

In your life. In your space. Always there, always watching, always waiting for whatever little scraps of attention you’d give him. And God, when you did?

It was like he came alive.

A simple touch—your hand brushing his arm—made his breath hitch. A kind word had him lingering on it for days.

You realized, then, just how little warmth he’d ever been given.

And how much he wanted it from you.

One night, after a long conversation over drinks, he sighed, tilting his head toward you. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“How much I need this.” His voice was softer than usual. “How much I need you.”

Your chest tightened.

And when he leaned in, when his lips hovered just a breath away from yours, you realized something.

You needed him too.

THE END

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Everybody out here be writing some absolute god tier stuff for Homelander and I rlly wanna join in but my adhd makes it nigh impossible to write 😭

BUT STILL! I wrote a little drabble of filth that I will put out there!

Reader is amab, but no gender is actually specified. Enjoy!

 

        Homelander kissed like he intended to devour, licking into you with a desperate fervour that left you breathless as he clutched at you on the verge of too tightly. As though if he didn’t hold onto you, you might disappear.

         Out of all the pretty women that would be happy to turn a blind eye to his warning signs, of all the people eager to drop to their knees for him, somehow it was you that had captivated his attention. You who had left him a bleeding mess with his heart split across the floor to be scooped back up in your weary touch, a fragile thing beneath his own where his searing hands sliding under your shirt made you come apart for him just as he did for you. When he gripped you by the shoulders to turn you onto your belly, you moaned at the weight of him pressing you against the couch, of the urgent hardness digging into the vulnerable place where your ass met your thighs, and squirmed not to get away, but to get closer. It was all he could do to groan in your ear, delirious on the sight and smell and taste of you. He could so easily tear you apart, lay you out like an artistic splatter of reds and purples and mauves to study and to feel, yet instead he fucked you in your living room like it was the closest he would ever get to such visceral fantasizes. It certainly felt like it was, your body underprepared for the girth of his cock and the vigor of his thrusts, your aching whines an assurance in his mind that he was hurting you.

         And yet still you did not plead for him to stop, did not beg for him to slow down, instead you reached to touch any and all parts of him once you were sweating and tired and he’d flipped you onto your back. His sides, his chest, his shoulders. His face. Praising him through your tears, as though a deer should comfort the tiger eating it alive. Perhaps you were not as breakable as he’d thought, the brilliant blue of his gaze caught in your watery eyes as you tried not to squeeze them shut against the force of his adoration for you, spelled out plain and unimpeded where it dripped from you as he eventually withdrew himself. He pressed his essence back into the velvet heat of your ass with probing fingers that made you mewl after the onslaught you had so graciously taken, kissed you dizzy with his soft lips and pearly teeth that sucked and bit at your skin down, down past your heaving belly to the leaking, twitching mess of your cock that he swallowed down with the same sureness he had fucked you with.

It was a passionate, obsessive way that he made love, every touch demanding to receive the same devotion he proffered, every bite and growl needing to be met with a soothing forgiveness, immediate and unconditional. Bruises were to be admired, his attentions acknowledged, pleasure to be enjoyed just as he had taken it from you himself. The taste of you upon his tongue was enough to make him nearly shut his eyes in satisfaction as you choked his name and bucked into his mouth, fingers twisted in his hair. Still he didn’t stop, pressed deeper to suckle until you were soft and hypersensitive, sure to take all of you in as he sat back with a smug smile. Sweaty and flushed, tired with lingering aches inside and out, looking up at him like the devoted worshipper you were, he knew you were his.

But even with his hunger momentarily satiated, with his smile soft and pleased and his touches grown possessive rather than greedy, you knew it wasn’t enough. His eyes were sharp, calculating, lingering along your body as though he was prying deep beneath tissue and ligament and into your bloodstream where your heart fluttered just for him. How far would he be able to push until you couldn’t hold any more of him? How far would you let him take you until you shattered apart? And how far would his fascination in you let him enjoy it.

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Can We Be Lonely Together? Ch. 12 Part 1/3

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fic

This is a GN reader fic and a supe! reader fic, male leaning but don't worry.

Author's note: This chapter was about 60 pages long in my google docs, so I had to divide this into parts to make it easier for digestion. previous chapters in my blog under #my fic tag or #Can We be lonely together? tag will try posting part 2 soon.

30/7 update-- part 2 has been posted already

R18+ blood mention, smut, bottom Homelander (Pick your own adventure there: Pegging if you're AFAB, Bareback if you're AMAB and Fisting if you're catholic), cheating, mild exhibitionism, Homie OOC with Ashley.

Chapter 12

Limerence

He should’ve taken a leave of absence for the day, your scent– his cologne for this evening, the moment Ashley had come by to pick Ryan and take him to school– you had jumped him. 

Breakfast hadn’t satiated your appetite, your mouth wrapped on his salty shaft, head bobbing, your tongue needy watching him gasp, stilting sharp moans as Homelander was pinned firmly against the entrance, one hand cupping your head helping to kept your rhythm. 

“Fuckkk…ahh– damn babe.”

His taste was delicious, far too much sea water had soaked him, his jockstrap pushed aside as his free hand moved to lower his pants further, you giggled at the sight of his own-branded underwear staring at you.

His mind absent from the room, his thoughts consumed by your hands pumping his cock, as your mouth sucked roughly at his sensitive tip, his leg instinctively lifting lightly whimpering as your mouth licked his taint, but you never put his knee on your shoulder to make way to his special place.

Never once touching him, he could feel his bussy puckering with anticipation but you avoided pleasing him, your nails scratching at his cheeks, your attention solely on the tip of his cock by the end of the short session, you swallowed not even keeping up the lecherous sight behind tight lip grins for him to admire. 

He stroked his chin thinking of that quick peck on his cheek before you headed for work, citing that a Sister Sage’s case was time sensitive.

Now he sat in a room with The Seven discussing an the upcoming nationwide campaign for Vought-A-Burger new healthy menu choices– after much criticism for their restaurants infamously high-caloric menu, excess advertising towards children and lack of health-conscious menu options– the company caved in and decided to introduced some new options… including a Vegan burger.

Homelander was to be the face of that portobello monstrosity, something about capitalizing on this new hip dad image, the boardroom had been filled with concept art for billboards with each member of the Seven being given their own sponsored signature item.

The smell was nauseating, staring back at a sample burger sitting before him, he must’ve felt sick to have sunk his teeth on the burger, earning strange looks from A-Train and Deep as he gave it a couple chews.

Portobello cap, gluten free burger roll with black sesame seeds, vegan herb mayo, lettuce, tomato, red onions and vegan jack cheese... each ingredient puked in his tongue.

He scooted his chair, letting it whinge and squeak as he took Deep’s side, taking his hand and forcing it open, spitting the remnants of his food.

“No.”

“Sorry?” The head of the Restaurant division pet asked– Is something wrong with 'the Seven Greens'?”

“You are not serving this fucking garbage. The herb mayo is slurry goop and the terragon was a bigger mistake than your conception! The jack cheese is ashy! The bread has no flavor yet it's 3 spoonfuls of sugar somehow!! This is a fast food joint, casual or not!– These caps are going to be sitting on the ovens for hours!! Who the fuck wants to eat suggy shrooms!?” He threw the burger so fast its components failed to separate until they smacked the wall– the terragon on the herb fries, again what the fuck… the Maeve Shake is not under 120 calories is at least 300 so that’s a lawsuit in the making” he spat– just make it into a beetroom, blackcurrant and cherry smoothie– things that Maeve liked! Not just vegan strawberry “ice cream” with a raspberry swirl… not even a sorbet?” He looks at the rest of the menu– Is trash. Do it again.”

“Homelander sir this are to be launched in two months we have– 

Ashley interrupted trying to calm the beast.

“No. Not going to sell this garbage… fix the fucking shake, make the chips steakhouse cut, take the terragon off the herb mix, the chicken burger should have shredded carrot, cabbage, beets and avocado not just avocado and lettuce to call itself healthy! Put brie on the grill chicken burger– the vegan swiss is stupid! And I dunno make a fucking indian inspired veggie patty something with fucking flavour to replace the soggy shit puck!!”

He catches himself feeling their distress, their stares jabbing at his sides. It took him a second to notice that after a lifetime of indifference for food, there he was caring. Homelander thought of you again, of all the places you’d dragged him and Ryan to try, of all the dishes you made and books on food you read by his side— he had picked up on how much you’ve cared about food, thinking of that only time you eat at Vought-A-Burger, it’d been a lazy after school dinner with Ryan’s friends, while the kids whose names he struggled to memorized ate happily, you struggled to swallow the Big Homie Jr. even the fries squeezed your face… and you ate from gray water hot dog carts and dingy restaurants... he wanted at least his burger to make you happy.

Your muffin quiches tasted a dozen times better, he stood up heading to the small trolley by the entrance, pretending to ignore their stares as he served himself a glass of scotch.

“Bring that garbage back in here and I’ll rip your tongue– you sure as fuck don’t use it.” his tongue barely tingles at the booze– Ashley… have this replaced with some malt blend… this is just… water.” The bottle was 200 dollars but it ended up in the rubbish bin regardless– He stood in front of the man spearheading the project– love the ads, cute. You did a great job there but I’ll keep this thing frozen until you bring me actual food.”

He stared at the concept posters, his worst smile.

The sleep deprivation getting to him but seeing his photoshop mug disgusted him.

The night still young, he found himself back in the tower you wouldn't be back for another forty minutes at the earliest, the entire tower had been ingrained in his feet, for each movement felt automatic, his hand already knocking on Firecracker’s door, she was eager to get back on his good sides– he was angry at you.

It was easy.

It felt good to not manhandle with care, this one’s body sturdier than your glass shell.

Both never made it to the bedroom, she straddle his hips right in the living room, his pants shimmied down his hips, not even given a change to take his gloves off, the redhead’s sounds obscenely pornographic, pulling her for a kiss wanting to feel her desire, John wanted to be fed. Her resistance, and desire to simply finish herself made for poor kisses, his head began to cool down giving himself a moment to scan her apartment, it had been Starlight’s in the past but repainted to fit this girl’s new image.

It was messy, it felt cluttered in a bad way, he scanned the kitchen to find her fridge… empty, just takeaway containers and craft beers.

“Do you cook?” He said without meaning to speak.

She slowed down with a confused look, this was rude to ask mid coitus.

“No, baby… I don’t have time…ahh… that’s what the cooks are for.”

He forced a chuckle trying to bring back the mood, pulling her closer.

She winced, pushing him instinctively as his teeth nibbled at her ribs, her hand covering the bruised and bleeding spot– he had just suckled like he had always had with you.

Call it clarity, if you like. 

His brother drifted back.

“I. Hate. You.”

His reflection watched him from the TV screen. 

She could never move him like the way you did, the way your hands pulled him into the center of your vortex, he tried holding this one gently but she was frightened swallowing and forcing herself to smile, as if the deep purple bruise at her side did not stung– accepting that the difference in strength was far greater than anticipated.

He pulled out. Not angry but upset, heading to the kitchen to take some water, a kitchen sink full of plates, the stench of rotting food on the drain reeked, and not a single glass that passed his standards. You always took care of this sanctum, the fridge had at least bottled water but as he stared at the fridge– so bare, such a cumbersome appliance if not used properly.

Looking at the eager lady peeking from the corner.

“You can’t hate me” he thought trying to sound confident– "you love me… you always have loved me.”

The shape of him looked away, wishing it wasn’t confined to chrome doors.

“How could I love you? you’re a selfish manchild! You take and take and never stop appreciating all the great things I do for you!!”

“I was the one who brought them to us!!” The bottle bursted in his fist.

“You are a disgrace. I hate you… I wish… I wish… I wish I could be apart from you.”

His eyes stung, his hands moving to take the nearest cloth to try to clean up his mess.

“You don’t mean it… Y/N is just a fling to us… they’ll hate us eventually… they’ll lie to us… they lied to us about Teddy! What else has the bitch lied about!”

“And they had to stumble about us on their own… has Y/N even said anything about it? Does Y/N pitied us? Not even a peep! We were forgiven” his voice broke– John… they gave us our mother back. For us. For you to have a family, even if it didn’t work out! You think she would?”

He stood up squeezing the damped cloth over the sink.

“You know the reason I texted you the other week… is that… I can’t take the primrose path now that I have a child. Is this serious to you? If you seek dalliances I’m not in the market… You’re cute and I thought I could come back and make sense of this.”

John could only stand and watch.

“We barely know each other…” her nervousness hid poorly– I… I’d like to meet your boy one day.” Her heart rate said otherwise.

You had jumped straight into the parental role without a fuss, smoothly accommodating everything for Ryan in your routine.

“Do you have a big family? Do you think of yourself as a family woman or a career woman?”

“I have a sister… is… is everything alright?” dodging the question, he scowled.

“I only have my son… I want somebody who wants to be in his life just as much as they want to be in mine.”

Her eyes pacing around the room, looking for the perfect answer and then Homelander gave the controls back to John.

He had evened the field, John counted the seconds. Too long… it wasn’t quick enough– before her protest could begin he had already left.

Homelander was ignored, his own brother had left him on read.

He let the whisky simmer in his tongue until its flavor was just a pleasant burn with a disagreeable aftertaste.

“Ashley… could you be so kind as to have somebody buy cat supplies and send them to my penthouse.” His tone shook her more than anything he had ever done in their years of working together, it was genuinely calm, his defeated expression out of place, he turned to her, handing her the glass quite tenderly– is a surprise for Ryan. Find me the biggest cat tree you can find. My lil' champ wants two. If you need assistance with dealing with my demands for this project, just take whomever you might need so we can meet the deadline.” 

Ashley blushed as his hand petted her shoulder it wasn’t that rough overfamiliarity aiming to reduce her, it was fatherly– jumping as that solemn expression took a hold in his chiseled features, in the past she agreed with the general public on the fact Homelander was good looking, experience flushed all lustful thought out her system, but as he started parting she couldn’t help but think he looked… edible.

“We should aim to be the next Shakeshack not freaking Burger King!”

Metal doors slammed shut behind him, leaving the more senior members stunted.

“Kittens…? Ashley's mouth shaped the word looking at A-Train and Deep for confirmation– Was that real?” 

Staring now down at the cup, she wondered if this was an unknown side effect.

 Heading down to your floor. Your timing perpetually impecable– a couple folders on your arms, your sleeve coming undone, and your backpack hanging by your elbow, your hair stuck tightly behind your ear, as per instruction you made eye contact for a short second readying to provides formal courtesy-- as if he was living on borrowed time Homelander took you by the elbow, forcing you to follow him until he spotted an empty office, jamming a desk chair under the handle.

Before he could even mutter a word, you’ve already wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lips interlocking, glad he could hold his breath for a long time, but at the mercy of your tongue he gasped into your lips, his body palpitating against yours, feeling his crotch squeeze tight inside his cup.

Thinking solely of this morning’s unfulfillment.

“You wanna get me in trouble don’tcha?” You whisper giddily, stroking his chest trying to pin him further against the door, he puts up some resistance but he can’t say no to your incessant playful kisses– though we weren’t supposed to be public.”

“Just disciplining the maid…” a sharp sneer looked back at you– maybe I wanna give you my demands for tonight's dinner, instead of a caning on this tight little butt.”

Kissing your nose.

“But I am off-work hours… still got my part-time job… so are you disciplining me for my performance?”

“you’re one of my favorite employees.” he grinded at your body, pushing your hips against him– leave work early today… I promise I’ll have a surprise for you. Go pick up Ryan, let's give Ashley a break– you’re going to love it.”

He spoke with a mellow tone, behind his next kiss there’s that’s strange flavor still lingering in his tongue.

“I have an important appointment today but I can be home before five.”

You expected a grimace, that little shaky thing he did with his jaw or complete utter disbelief that you would say no to the Homelander of all people, but instead all you got was a slight ‘oh…’ and a shrug.

“As Long as you’re home early that’s okie dokie.”

Kissing your forehead, there’s something pensive in his sight but his mind was calm, he had already accepted your demands, a quake of anxiety shook you to your core as you found this path of least resistance, using your body to buy his permission slip was the plan but here he was giving you blessings as the merciful god he was. Your body flushed as you saw his present, he had no plan for the acquisitions but a cat was a cat, all he wanted was to see both your faces beaming expecting praises.

Who was this man?

John?

Homelander?

The anticipation buggered your stomach, your hands planted firmly on his chest. Perhaps it was the booze– a natural weakness? For he had avoided drinking his entire life for a reason until your argument– had this been a side-effect? Just some strong whisky and he was mellow and pliable. You kissed him more, afraid that this was an act, that he somehow had managed to bypass your powers and had been counting your final minutes.

He gave in easily, letting you lead this dance, wanton in his short moans, bodies who had caught a glimpse of the sight had begun clearing the space awaiting for the moment, something broke loudly, awaiting to inform the janitor, and the owner of this room had already been forcibly dragged away from their office, already lamenting unseen damages to his furnishing, this must’ve been a supervisor or manager office for he at least had a small entertainment area, nothing but a two-seater couch facing two stuffy chairs and the smallest coffee table he could fit snugly in the space. 

Homelander letting himself be thrown against the couch, squeaking under him– watching him so complacent made you tingle, this was delectable, licking your lips impatiently as you pull the tight fabric around his hips made your whole body flush, this was a difficult but with just a tug on his own you saw the white thin fabric gently wrapping his girthy member, hovering above the seat he awkwardly removes his bottoms– this wouldn’t be a pump-and-go.

You wasted no time to take a still floating leg to plant nibbles, tongue tracing his sartorius, each muscle a scientific marble, each bite harder than the one before,  teeth bitter at their inability to brand him, frantically doing their earnest to leave any proof you existed on him, his hand take your head, holding it as you build your way to his favorite bit.

“Fuck me.”

You raise your brows, surprise at the neediness in his voice, a sharp whine as he pulled you towards him, lines of drool connecting each other, allowing his hand to guide you where he wanted you, pressing your nose straight into his crotch basking in the gentle clean musk, dawning on you how quiet the voices became as you gave him all your attention, your tongue flicking the fabric, watching it stretch and stain around the head, lips sucking the sticky fabric clean much to his delight, his whole body twitching at your affections, his thumb stroking your earlobe, aching to pull you closer.

“Such a naughty boy… the whole floor will find out.”

“I like hearing you sing” he strained a laugh, pulling you with controlled force, your body plopping atop of his chest– I’ll behave.”

His tongue finds a home in your mouth, a nip at your lip and he flavors this risky kiss, voices getting closer to the door, their minds alerted but his made you flustered, his desire and request, wallowing in indecent desires… he meant it.

A lonely leg locks around your hips.

“So fuck me.”

His eyes traveled to your backpack, a frightening chuckle escaped his lips. 

“Or are those not for me?”

“I was gonna bribe you, so you would let me out of the house past curfew.”

He was satisfied with your answer.

Coming undone as he starts, just a flurry of kisses and touches, a coffee table is kicked aside, unsure as to how you ended up with such perfect sight, taunting you– at least the sound of your slap on his ass wasn’t diminished by the kevlar skin. Your tongue placing long wet licks, traveling up and down his taint, sucking gently on his balls, earning muffled groans, your fingers milking him, squeezing his shaft as Homelander coats your palm with pre-cum, his hand reaching after yours, whining until your fingers interlock.

This was bribery, to wash away your suspicions– as if this wasn’t more suspicious.

Testing how far he was willing to go, testing himself.

His hole was wet, hot and needy, your finger had thoroughly opened it, stretching and squelching around your fingers, feeling the wet velvety walls pruning your fingers, each wet gurgle titillating, making you swallow the pools of drool drowning your mouth– forcing him open more and more, licking as your fingers retracted, making sure he felt loved, within him a hole eager to be filled, you could only dream of seeing him like this.

“Michelangelo couldn’t do you justice”

His ass was a whole bakery, round, perfect, more than two handfuls, bouncing perfectly as your hips smack together.

His gloved hands pulled at the pillowy bottom, framing his wet sopping hole, taking each nalga with difficulty.

“You’re sucking me so greedily.”

A breathtaking nervousness took over, the back of his neck a perfect shade of coral, tiny droplets of sweat down his temple as he muffled moans into his forearm, his body shuddering as you plunge deeper, assaulting his prostate just the way he craved.

Whether it was a strap on, cock or a fist it wouldn’t have matter, all he wanted was to feel full, his ass backing into you begging you to go faster, his hips moving on their own in between your gasps, Homelander was tight and wet, grunting and whimpering as you slapped, the bounce driving you insane. 

“My perfect boy… fuckkk… you’re so fucking good… acting like a bitch in heat for me… ahh”

He bit his lip arching his back to catch a better look of your face, his cock bouncing up and down, looking at all the people around, looking at all this people who could catch him, who would drop dead if they saw him, his cock about to burst, his hand pumping furiously wanting to baptize this office room.

“Your fucking drooling, John. Who fucking taught you this? Have you been sharing this perfect ass? Or are you not a good boy?”

You whispered, your words purring in his ear drums

“No!!” Homelander heaved into your arm– I… I am a… ahh”

“I know you’re my good boy… my sweet sweet boy… this… this is all our hard work. Am I better than that toy?”

Homelander nodded, backing against your hips, wanting you deeper than anything had ever been, further than his fingers or his toy had ever reached.

Gulping and hishing unable to control the arousal in his prick, wanting to be filled more with praise and your heat.

“You.. You’re really bad at di-dirty talk.”

“Yeh.”

You both laughed lightly. Watching carefully as you could feel him tightening around you, the sounds drawn out more obscene filling all these walls with irresponsible luxuria, he was a greedy man in all manners.

Whining as pumped harshly, this american flag a hindrance– paining you to removed your hands off his hips, the warmth in the below your belly button increasing, your mind clearing as your orgasm edged closer, pulling on his flag to urge him to turn, you wanted to see his face twist and contort as you fucked the cum out of him.

Your hips sore, and your knees and feet losing footing, drool down his chin but he graciously turned around, maneuvering your body like the rag-doll you were until he was sitting atop of you, his ass rubbing what brought him so much pleasure seconds ago, hissing as he straddle himself and held you in place, gasping as the faceless mob got closer and closer to the door, all it would take was one curious idjit, and the whole world would know how perverted he was, nude fingers guided you back inside.

Your body engulfed in flame, your skin prickly with its heat.

“I love you.” you hissed– fuckkkk… I love you! you bastard! Only you!!”

“Just me?” He lifted your chin, his thumb brushing your lip– until the day you die?”

“Even in hell… ahh”

As his weight slapped your naked hips, you leaned with all your might pulling him into a kiss, finishing as your tongues interlocked, your mouths pools of spit, moaning desperately as your brain and body was hit by electric waves of pleasure, your mind going blank, shuddering against him, he moved so fast– not even enough time to note your hand wrapped around his cock beneath his palm, he pumped until hot white cum stained your dress shirt.

Looking at you with a sly grin and sleepy eyes, bouncing on your hips, groaning and moaning louder and louder thinking of dragging you so far into a scandal you could never be seen in public, he could sell it and gain a new audience– you not so much. He would own you, pumping his cock just to push every last drop, hissing as it burned good, his stomach boiling, swaying his hips in ways his toy could never get out of him, all the men that had grazed his bed, nothing but fantasies, none had touched him there until you arrived.

You felt safe. 

No man could ever touch him nor woman could see him like this, back when Maeve could make him laugh he wouldn’t have minded, tho.

You pulled his hair, eyes falling for each other once more.

“Only think of me. Just me…” You gasped, your body trembling, planting short kisses all over his face– John…”

He wondered if his face had looked distracted, but he could only groan against your lips, your arms coiled around his shape, wishing to tear off his suit, he could smell your orgasm, smell your brain filling you with dopamine and adrenaline, feeling the short trusts as your hips twitched.

Always so thick, your fingers thoroughly coated with his prized seed– a waste, you thought.

He felt atop of you, John mind just a pool of pleasure, he finally understood why his brother enjoyed this fixation, he felt filled, an inescapable suffusion, letting you stay inside until his own body winced at the discomfort, with a wet hiss he let you go, kissing you with his hand tight around your neck.

He marked you, biting and licking at your neck and face, briefly considering to allow your skin to heal, old bruises decorated all of you, fingerprints all around your hips and scabbed half-moon bites on your shoulders– Now he knew Firecracker would never accept John or Homelander creative endeavors, sensing wounded muscle around a leathered grip, but you didn’t complain-- your pain tolerance admirable.  

“If you aren’t home by five…”

“Promise me it’ll be my turn when I get home.”

“I’m going to breed you– the only bitch in heat here is you, pumpkin.”   

“I better not even remember my own name afterwards….”

“You only need mine-- just me, my love.”

“I was foolish to think I needed it otherwise, mi sol.” you laughed at the corniness of it all.

Your guts had began to communicate in klingon, twisting and screaming louder than your anxiety as you approached the historical building, only one more other office space occupied the building, most of its life within the few businesses operating at its base, and a singular tax office on the third floor, something about the current war for the right to purchase the building had made it difficult to maintain business in the Flatiron– one small office had been turned into a makeshift apartment fitting for New York.

[vampdes]

— “DARLING, DON’T YOU LOVE ME?” [do you love those kids more than you love the second most powerful supe in the world? you could crush his skull with your thighs and he’d love it. why do you not love him? oh love him, for everyone’s sake.]

GENRE. smut + unhealthy fluff

PAIRING. homelander x gn!reader

CW. lowercase intended, gn!reader, top!reader, amab!reader, single parent!reader, supe reader, mood swings [john]. PETNAMES. sugar, sweetheart, asshole [affectionate/derogatory]. KINKS. cockwarming, manhandling [?], heat/hot touch [?].

NOTES. this is a VERY, VERY old draft from 2020, i js had it in my drafts so in posting it but it is also a blurb /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\. enjoy!! <3

serene was the name given to the newest, most powerful vought supe of all time. you, more powerful than the seven put together, were sat on top of a stage at one of the press conferences. you were being asked questions, but it was tireless nevertheless.

“the workspace? between me and you–amazing breakfast, there’s a pool shaped like idaho on the 34th floor, and amazing co-workers! it couldn’t be better, really.” you joked, a heart-warming laugh leaving your lips. in all honesty, your personality made women’s panties drop; mainly because you were stunningly hot, enjoyed ‘little women’, and, according to social media, were written by a woman.

the female reporter who asked the questioned laughed along with you before allowing another reporter to speak. the next reporter stood up and asked if you have a lover, which was a random out-of-the-blue question.

“me? oh goodness, all the attention is on me now!” you joked, a wry laugh leaving your throat after you had sat up straight. “well, i do–” you started before glancing over at madelyn stillwell, her head shook in a non-approving way. then, the idea of the repercussions get shoved in your head.

on one hand, john would be angry. but on the other hand, vought is your job, a high-paying job at that, therefore you need to keep it for the sake of you and your children. “i do not.” you declared, looking back into the camera, “unfortunately, i’m just looking for the right one.” you could feel the grip john had on your thigh since the beginning of the panel tighten, it didn’t hurt in the slightest but you could still feel the leather prodding at your thigh.

the interview ended swimmingly after a few more questions given to the rest of the team, and after all that you just wanted to go home, cook and eat with your children, and then take a nap. however, john wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.

“why did you lie? you’re ashamed of me, aren’t you?” he screamed, he threw your handmade vases against the floor in a fit of rage. “john, please–alexis and truly are waiting for me, so i need to leave; we can talk about this tomorrow.” you combed a hand through your tangled hair after you had gathered your clothes in your bag, and slung it over your shoulder. you face was free of makeup, which shown your deep, horrid eyebags; and it was obvious you needed sleep. john didn’t care though, he wanted answers, he demanded answers and he would be damned if he didn’t get any.

“you obviously lied! you’re a liar! you probably don’t even have children! oh my god, you’re a fucking–” his eyes started to glow red, that’s when you knew it was enough. you silenced his continuing rambling with a kiss, and he immediately melted against your lips. the kiss was longer than you intended it to be, and only breathless pecks and fuzzy feelings were what remained as the after-affects. “i love you, john, i truly do with all my heart.” he nodded at your words, a deadly, light blush covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears. you laughed, the smile on john’s face made a smile come on your face.

“i love you, [name],” he declared, “so fucking much–” john hastily kissed you. desperation, agony, love overflowed into the kiss, and fuck it was crazy how good john is at kissing.

“fuck, john, wait-” he shut your complaining up with more kisses, more fondling, more desperation. “i want you so badly. so, so fucking badly.” he whispered against your lips after pecking you once more. he straddled you, already rubbing himself against your clothed crotch, and he was enjoying himself rather too much.

“please, i need you so badly.” john knew better than to just fuck himself on your cock without your permission first. “do you think you deserve it, sweetheart, really?” john nodded, eyebrows furrowing together as he could feel his cock twitch against his thigh, just feeling his cock rub against your own made his head spin. john, somewhat, calmed down and now he was resting on top of your lap, cockwarming you.

it was just so good to be on top of you, feeling your cock reach the deepest depths of pleasure no other could reach was so fucking good. john needed to ride you, it was like an unbearable urge residing deep inside of him; fortunately, he commits to all of his urges. the feeling of your cock moving in and out of him was more than drool-worthy, it felt so, so, so fucking good. you told him he was supposed to just sit there and be grateful for what he’s being given, but he didn’t care to listen, no matter the consequences he would receive. you felt so good inside of him, your cock touched every single nerve inside of him and it sent a shiver through his body.

“sweetheart, stop.” you warned, trying to focus on your work rather than john’s desperation, but he didn’t listen. again. you took off your suit-issued gloves and the protective ones underneath, and wrapped a hand around his waist. the skin-burning heat made him buckle down against your torso, quivering and whimpers followed soon after. “you’re an asshole, john. you only listen when i use force like a dog who needs to be taught a lesson.” you spat. “again..” he meekly whispered against your neck, heavy, hot breaths coming from him.

“again?” you questioned, a sinister snare on your face, “what, you want it hotter? enough to hurt you?”, your inquiry received a shaky ‘hurry up’ from him. you laughed a little before placing your freezing cold hand on his lower back, john started to complain before the heat wave spread across his body, igniting his skin aflame. “a–ah! nngh..” he wanted to say stop, the pain was unbearable but it felt so, so good. the homelander was enjoying the pure pleasure that pain brings him. drool went down his lower lip and his chin, fuck it felt so good to be in pain. your cock twitched inside of him after he clutched around you, trying to regain his senses and register what his main focus is. you realized how far-off he was, which was quite a wonderful look, and decided that it was your job to fuck the sense back into him.

after closing the macbook on your desk and removing your right hand’s suit-issued glove and protective glove, you gripped his thighs, your nails digging into his flesh, and lifted him up, only a few meters above your lap. “what’re you–” before he could finish his sentence, a loud, girlish moan left his lips. he instinctively covered his mouth with his gloved hands, not wanting to be so vulnerable in front of you. “c’mon sugar, let me hear your beautiful voice.” his face flushed at your words, but that sweet, sentimental moment didn’t last for long because you pounded back into him–repeatedly. every time your cock slammed back into him, a breathless moan departed from his lips. it was a harmony, a melodic noise that pierced through the tension-filled room.

“it’s... not enough, i want more, please give me more.” john begged and whined for more than touch. he wanted a burning sensation crawling up his spine, slowly but surely burning his skin. fucking hell, it was dangerous to do, he’d surely have second to third degree burns along his backside, but he wouldn’t dare to stop, even if he was down to bare bone. “burn me, fucking burn me before i—”, john let a shrill pass his lips after his skin turned a sickish red shade, cum coated his lower abdomen from the exciting feeling of him being perched on hells hottest fire.

john’s body was covered in life-threating burns, saliva running down his chins, and his blue eyes glazed over: a sight for a pair of lucky-as-fuck eyes. he seemed to be passing out. it was too much, maybe. probably. most likely. he was so beautiful when he was done being a bitch, and fuck he felt so good inside. john pulled you down by your tie and pressed your into his, which effectively made a whimper leave his throat.

it was evidently obvious you would be home late due to taking care of a certain someone’s needs.

© CREDITS TO ur1nonlydan. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, REPOST, OR COPY MY WORKS

[louis-the-french-one]

Tony Stark x male reader

Request : Hey 👋 can I get a tony x make reader who’s his rival company so they don’t like each other at first but then become lover some smut with top reader would be good too but you don’t have to. Thank you.

Type : Smut

Relationship : ennemies then lovers

Summary : When SHIELD itself asks you to work with them you can't say no, unfortunately it also means you have to work with your rival and ennemy, Tony Stark

Warnings : swearing, angst, smut, rough sex, hair pulling

! Reader is AMAB !

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As you stride down the New York City streets a smile forms on your face when a certain building appears in front of you, a giant tower with '(L/N) Industries' written in capital letters. Your smile widen when your eyes then land on the smaller Stark tower right next to it.

You had specificly chosen to position your new headquarters next to your rival, the famous Tony Stark, and to annoy him you had made sure to have a, even so slightly, taller tower.

You and Tony had met in MIT in your youth, two young geniuses always competing against one another. And it only continued with time; from being the best in the class to being the best in the stock market. Now that you thought of it, it had been a while since you had last seen your rival face to face, mainly just teasing each other from your respective headquarters, and in some way, you kinda missed seing the frustration build on his face.

But there you were, entering your building, everyone greeting you with a gentle smile and a formal "Good morning Mister (L/N) ". You knew they only did it because you're their boss but seing kind faces always put you in a good mood. And it's with a smile on your face that you approached your secretary.

"Good morning Mister (L/N)"

"Good morning Vanessa, anything exciting today? "

"You just have a meeting with the marketing team at 3"

"Right, thank you"

You enter your office, calmly setting down your suitcase and opening your office laptop when the company phone rings, surprising you. Vanessa always announce it when a business call is on the line... After deliberating for a few seconds in your mind, you decide to take the call.

"Hello? "

"Mister (Y/N) (L/N)"

"... Yes..."

"Nick Fury, director of SHIELD, we need your help on a project"

"SHIELD ? Well um, I don't know if I, you know, it's-"

"I'm not asking, you'll find the address directly in your GPS, come now"

And with that the call ended, you were surprised and in shock a little, what was SHIELD ? And why do they need your help ? For some unknown reason or really just curiosity you decided to go.

When you get there, two agents non chalently welcome you and show you inside, once past the long security checks and empty corridors you arrive in the main control room and it completely blows your mind. High technology everywhere, each agent having their own super intelligent computer. Finally at the center of the room stands a man in a long black coat, the agents escorting you go up to him.

"Mister Fury, (L/N) is here"

The man that you now know is the Fury you had on the phone turns to you.

" Ah, (L/N), you took your time... Follow me, join the other guest for my explanation "

"The other guest ?! " You thought to yourself, you were confused, who else had been crazy enough to listen to a mysterious call ? Entering a new room there stood your answer. The only man you knew as crazy as you. Tony Stark.

"Oh hey dickhead ! " Tony greets you.

"No." You simply answer.

"What's he doing here? " You both say at the same time.

"Shut up, the both of you, this is SHIELD, Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division, a secret agency in charge of protecting the world and we got you both here today because you're the best in weapons conceptions and we need you on a project" Fury tells you both, a bit angered.

"What kind of project are we talking about ? "You ask.

"The kind that could kill a God " Fury answers.

"I see, that won't be a problem, but I refuse to work with ... Him" Tony says, ending with a disgusted face.

"And I refuse to work with this asshole, he does not know what team work means and just can't stop thinking about himself, I assure you, Mister Fury, Stark will fuck up this project" You conclude, arms crossed. Tony glares at you from his side of the room, he opens his mouth to answer before Fury stops him.

"This is no negociations, you work together on this project or you get out of my hellicarrier" Fury stands firmly.

"Alright, I'll do it, not sure if Mister 2nd of the class over there will be man enough for it though" Tony teases you.

"Fuck you, of course I am, I accept"

At this moment you thought you'd just accepted to sell your soul to the devil, working with Tony Stark. You just knew things weren't gonna be peaceful.

/Time skip/

Yelling could be heard all around the hellicarrier, echoing through the corridors. It had been 3 weeks since the start of the project and it wasn't going anywhere, for the simple reason that you and Tony could not spend a minute without arguing about every single thing. It could start from a simple "This equation isn't necessary" and lead to a fight that would last for the whole day, he'd start being arrogant and you'd start insulting him, then you'd almost physically fight before agents would separate you and tell you it was all for the day. But this time, you decided to not go that far.

"Fuck you ! We all know that if it wasn't for your very wealthy dad you would have never been to MIT cause you just can't get work done ! " You hissed, pointing at him.

"There's a reason why you never was 1st of the class deep shit, I was always smarter, and I can in fact get work done , I'm motherfucking Iron Man " He brags.

"What you are is a fucking prick, you can't even see how good life has been with you" You look down to your notes, calming down, trying to get back to work for once.

He smirks " I do know life has been good with me, look at this" He taps his reactor "This reminds me every day that I survived when some didn't" There was a silence.

"Sorry, I... I didn't know" You put your pen down looking at him.

"It's okay..." He simple says, continuing to work.

"No really Tony I'm sorry, I've been an ass to you since I've met you, just because I was jealous" You stand nervously.

"Of course you were, I'd be jealous of me too" He tries to laugh it off.

You still look at him, not feeling like working right now.

"You better be done with your equations if you want to keep staring at me" He doesn't even look up.

"What if we start over? " You suggest .

"With the project ? No. " Tony answers.

"No I mean, between us. What if we start over ?"

"Okay, but this doesn't mean you're allowed to get a crush on me"

/Time skip/

"It works ! " You scream of joy.

"IT WORKS" Tony screams back after you.

It was 3am currently, you and Tony had been assigned to the project 5months ago. And finally, the God killing weapon worked. In the past months you and Tony had learned to appreciate the other, and to be honest, a crush on him had developed, something you never thought would happen judging by how you had hated him ever since you met him but there you were. Looking at him, smiling, with a single idea in mind : kissing him. He was doing a little victory dance, something a little embarrassing but it's Tony Stark so you can't stop yourself from thinking he looks cool.

Suddenly he takes you in his arms, hugging you, you stay like that for a good minute before he whispers a quiet 'thank you' and lets go of you. You look at each other in the eyes and that's when you can't resist anymore, so you go for it. You kiss him with all your passion and, mostly tension, shocking yourself by the strength you put into it. But what shocks you the most is that Tony, in a matter of seconds, returns the kiss and you find yourself quickly making out with your former rival; a hand on his neck and the other in his hair, pulling slightly. But now you want more, you need more, after months of hard work you deserve a reward. And as if he was reading your mind, Tony's hand discreetly places itself on your crotch making you moan into the kiss.

Feeling hornier than ever you decide to go for his neck, licking, sucking and biting while his loud moans echo in the lab. For a split second you wonder if the agents outside can hear you, however you decide that the view in front of you is worth the slight embarrassment. And the view is breath taking indeed, the infamous Tony Stark, genius playboy billionaire philanthropist is right in front of you, desperately holding onto the lab table as his legs have apparently given up already, his other hand is palming your dick through your pants driving you crazy. And while you're observing him, his eyes are closed as he's focusing on the feelings and the touches.

"Do you want me to blow you? " You ask.

"I thought you'd never ask, wait, I have a condom somewhere in there" He says, part catching his breath part searching in his pants' pockets.

Finally, he pulls out 3 condoms from his front pockets, "Should be enough! ". Still he doesn't waste any time, pulling his pants and his boxers down, revealing his already hard cock. But you couldn't judge him as you look down seeing your own very much erected dick. The condom once put on, you get on your knees, giving his member a few light strokes before your mouth soon enough meets the warmth of his crotch. Your hand now playing softly with his balls and your mouth taking him oh so sweetly Tony is left but a moaning mess, his back arched and his hand now in your hair. He was pulling it roughly making your dick leak with pre-cum. You take your time down there, letting your tongue do it's tricks until Tony starts to loose control and thrusts desperately into your face. That's when you stop everything and come back up, meeting his red face. You notice his lips are very swollen from the previous make out session, turning you on even more if it's even possible.

"Why'd you stop? Please continue (Y/N) " He basically begs.

"I want to fuck you now" Your mind is fogged with lust and you have no filter now.

"Oh... " He breathes heavily. "Do it, fuck me"

Not really controlling yourself anymore, you pull down your pants and boxers, grab one of the remaining condoms and place it quickly before grabbing Tony by the waist and turning him so his ass in now in front of you, or should I say, just in front of your hard cock. As your hands were on his waist you let one of them roam around his back, giving him chills. He turns to you then, "Don't prep me, I like it rough". Not wasting anymore time you place your cock at his entrance, entering slowly, you moan while he hisses a little, you wait before he nods his head telling you to continue. You start your little back and forth movement with your hips, slowly at first, enjoying the feeling and warmth of his ass. Your hand places itself on his ass cheak, pulling it apart to give you a better view of your actions. The room, as you realize is silent, with just the sound of yours and Tony's heavy breaths.

"Go faster, please" Tony says, breaking the silence.

And you do as he wishes, accelerating your rythm in a crescendo style, going faster and faster with each movement. His back archs in a way you thought it would break and his mouth let's out what sounds like angelic noises to your ears, feeling lucky to be the one causing them. As you're fucking him you can feel the room tense up and your movements becoming rougher, more animalistic and judging by the sounds your partner was making, he seemed to really enjoy that so you let yourself go for it. Only going faster, harder and deeper, the act was driving you both crazy and you could feel yourself coming to your climax. So you decide to give it your all, put all the strength you had left, fucking him like there was no tomorrow, and the moans were louder and louder that you were now sure people could hear it. When suddenly Tony cried out one last long moan as he came inside the condom he still had on. And with a few more thrust you came too, collapsing into him and him onto the table. Installing a comfortable silence in the room.

"That... Was something. We should totally do it more in the future" Tony says in a high voice you had never heard before.

"Maybe we could go on a date before next time" You ask.

"Hmm... Yeah, that's a good idea" He smiles at you.

You kiss him one more time, way more softly though, before you two clean the mess you've done and present the final result of the project to Fury.

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AN : Alright this one took me some time but I'm kinda proud of it, hope you like ! Also reminder English is in fact not my first language please be kind.

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Kinktober Day 14

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: pero tovar x f!reader

prompt: temperature play🖤bath/shower🖤swallowing (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 2.2k+ 

warnings: clothed f+naked m, food/eating mention, handjob, swearing, a teensy talk of angst/yearning (?), violence mention, allusions to sex, medieval housewife realness, it’s implied that reader is short, reader is neither afab nor amab but uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: i tried my best to make the objects i mention appropriate for the time period that Tovar is supposedly from, but for fantasy’s sake let’s just pretend they are even if they aren’t 😇 also i'm SO so sorry if my spanish is not good, i teetered on omitting it but figured it’s kinda central to the character. also i'm finishing these kinktober prompts if it’s the last thing i do ksjfksj

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“I can take care of myself, mi amor. Rest for a while.” 

Pero’s long-awaited return to your shared home from a mission that you didn’t really want him going on in the first place has arrived. He’s hungry, dirty, tired and drained from your absence. He’s desperate to tend to his bodily needs as soon as possible so that the time he has to spend away from you - extra painful now that you’re within arms’ reach - is minimal. But you’re fighting him, “I know you can, but I want to.” 

You’d been preparing for him ever since a neighboring villager spotted his cavalry’s horses climb over the mountaintop early this morning. A hearty stew with his favorite meats is simmering over a fire just outside the door; the tempting aroma has drifted its way into your main room, where the two of you stand now, and you can hear the effect it’s having on Pero through grumbles and moans of his stomach. In the bedroom: soft, lightweight layers await him in the dresser; blankets you’d knitted and sewn over the lonesome weeks have accumulated on the bed, calling for the two of you to envelope yourselves; and new sheets whose only scent is your own and the river’s clean waters beg to mingle with his musk. 

You voiced that you want to clean him yourself. His muscles have worked hard to spare him from carnage, you want to start his relaxation sooner rather than later. Pero grunted at this, shaking his head, unable to meet your eyes out of fear he wouldn’t be able to contain his desires, irregardless of sweat and stench. You will win this argument, though, as there’s a final surprise waiting for him that he’s unaware of. 

“Come with me,” you reach out your hand, palm up. After a few seconds hesitant of staring, Pero gives up and slides his greasy fingers between yours. 

A few feet away from the stew, you’ve stuck four posts into the ground and tied the old set of sheets to them, creating a 360 degree partition from the outside world. With Pero’s eyebrow arched in anticipation, you untie one corner to allow yourselves into the concealed square. 

Sitting inside is a steel bathtub - you had sat in the wooden ones at the market and promptly decided against their splintery nature - filled with water. You also had purchased soap that traveled all the way from Spain, forgoing cheaper kinds, as a nod to Pero’s homeland. A group of (stolen, sorry to the socialite who is building a new house in town) bricks lay on the ground next to one of the sides of the basin with a blanket folded atop them. This is for you to kneel on so you can reach every inch of Pero’s body while being able to keep the distance between your mouths short if he feels the urge to wrap his tongue around yours.

Your Spaniard is at first taken aback by this setup; he has no issue wading in the river a mile away. Before he can argue with you further, you tie the sheet back up and meet his eyes, “We could’ve just made a trip to the bathhouse but I figured we would like the... privacy of this more.” 

You’ve disarmed your stubborn mercenary with this display of affection, care, romance. He lifts the first layer off his shoulders and over his head, “Dime qué hacer.” 

A pile of oily iron and brown fabric that should be cream has been abandoned at the foot of the tub and a naked Pero stands before you. Unable to control your line of vision - your large height difference not aiding you - your eyes immediately find his manhood. Lords, have you missed it. You’ve missed all of him, from his scratched collarbone to his bruised ankles, but this one unscathed appendage has you swooning. Your lover catches you and gives you a wink, paired with a knowing smirk, before lifting his muscular leg over the edge of the tub. You snap yourself out of your trance and rationalize you’ll lavish his cock with extra special affections later; the rest of his body needs you now. Reflexively, he jerks his leg back from the surface of the water, “¡Mierda! Cariño, it’s cold.” 

You roll your eyes. The man who spends nights in the harshest weather, fearlessly faces lethal enemies and gallantly protects his fellow men is bothered by water slightly colder than lukewarm. You pull a rag out from behind you, “That’s what all my touching is for, pendejo, to keep you warm.” 

He sighs, lowers his clenched fists from his chest and reluctantly submerges himself.

With your sleeves rolled up, you start with his head and work your way down. Pero stays quiet in the beginning, his eyes closed and breathing even. As you massage his scalp clean, your murmur encouragement to him to stay relaxed, which he does to your relief. Long, mangled beard and hair trimmings fall to the earth as he leans over the edge. After carefully cleaning his face, and ridding his scar of some nasty buildup, your prince is revealed. You sit back and admire him for a moment in his dazed, sleep-deprived state. His eyes slip open and upon seeing you staring, he smiles for the first time in months. 

“Hello, handsome,” you address him and his smile deepens. You hope his eyes crinkle because he’s flattered, but you know he’s in disbelief over your awe. You desperately wish he could see in himself what you see in him: the most strong, heartfelt, brave and clever specimen you’ve ever met. He’ll see it one day.

He lifts a wet hand up to your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth against your apple, taut from your mirrored smile. Like magnets, your mouths drift to each other and intertwine, eager moans exchanged between your throats. Finally. After all this time alone, over the weeks both of you trying to imagine that the hands fondling yourselves were the other’s, you’re reunited. It’s all blissful hypnosis until Pero’s tongue hits yours.

“Blegh!” you smack and pull back. Laughter tumbles out of Pero as you snatch a smaller, clean cloth and hold his jaw steady. His breath reeks and he knows it. Your cleaning of his teeth isn’t enough; you escape for a moment and return with a cup of stew, intent on shoveling some into him. It may not be clean, but it smells better than the dying breath of whatever the hell he ate while away. 

Time eludes you as you continue to care for your partner. He’s gulped down a few more servings of stew while you’ve scrubbed the rest of his body. Pero tells you snippets of his travels with every new injury you come across, demanding an explanation, which he offers up compassionately and bluntly. 

The deep yet small divot in his shoulder blade came from the arrow of a quiet enemy.

A shallow slice runs along the side of his rib cage, a result of a knife fight in which the challenger was a “big yet unskilled ogre”. 

He acquired a gash in his upper thigh on the way back to your village. A vengeful bandit wanted to give him something to remember their encounter by.

You’ll kiss every one of his injuries as he recovers in your soft bed tonight, as you always do. But for now, at long last, he is clean and full. The slightest bit of his energy has been restored from lying lax for hours at this point, but he still needs a solid good night’s rest before he can fully partake in any lustful activities.

Despite his body’s wishes, his cock stands against his stomach under the soapy water. Maybe your delicate fingertips petting his newly-stubbly mustache have something to do with it. You find out they do as you lower them to trace his lips and you see in your peripheral him twitch away from his stomach and then back down. 

Bordering on sleep with his eyes closed and head tilted back, you reach into the water and grasp him gently. He jolts upright, lips parted and eyes wide at you, but you place a hand on the nape of his neck and lull him, “Shh. I’ve got you.” 

You don’t really know what you’ve “got him” from, but it’s a promise that he makes to you in those moments when you’re making love and he’s giving you so much pleasure that you feel like you’re drifting away to somewhere else, afraid that that somewhere else is somewhere away from him. Those three words, spoken in his raspy voice, ground you. They also usually bring you to your peak if you hadn’t reached it in the seconds prior.

Now it’s your turn to bring him back to the moment. Your captivating eyes, sweet breath and pumping hand remind him that he’s not having a fever dream in a desert or a hallucination in a blizzard; he’s here, at home, with you. He can’t force himself to lean his head back again, so he lulls forward and presses his forehead against yours.

With every rough pass of your fingers over his tip and every pull on his shaft, Pero nuzzles his nose into the side of your own with a restless exhale; it’s taking everything in him not to emerge from the water, grasp you tightly and devour you whole. He’s not sure how or where he’d fuck you right now, but he knows he’d find some way.

You’re biting your lip, staring into the water and watching his dick absorb your ministrations while Pero’s eyes are boring into yours, slack-jawed and sporadically pushing his hips into your hand. He grabs your face between his thumb and forefinger and pulls you to his mouth, kissing you wildly. His hand dances across your cheek and knots into your hair, cementing you in close proximity. He lets go of your mouth only to breathe raggedly and rapidly, squeezing his eyes and clenching his teeth, “Fuck, hermosa, I’m gonna cum.” 

Sometimes what he needs to tip over the edge is to keep the pace. Other times he needs to get rougher, harder, faster. From the wrinkles between his scrunched eyebrows, you can tell it’s one of those other times. You tighten your hand around his cock, creating a tight ring going up and down. Your hand treks his entire length now, starting at his hairy base, all the way to his weeping head, and back, and forth, and back, and forth. When an uninhibited groan starts to claw its way out of his throat, you speed up and tease, “That’s it, handsome.”

He opens his eyes, pained bliss shrouding them with an ever so thin layer of tears. He’s missed you so much: your touch, your voice, your smell, your aura, your everything. The veins in his neck are pulsing hard, his skin is hot and his hand on the back of your head may as well be a part of your skull with how tight he’s holding you. His other hand bursts out of the water, clasping the edge of the tub, but he gets aggravated when his fingers slip on the smooth surface. He moves it to your shoulder, stamping you with a wet print of his hand, clutching the fabric of your shirt so hard if he moves his hand he might rip it. 

Then, on the brink of his cliff, he cups your face with both hands by the underside of your jaw as gently as one would hold a newborn animal. His expression isn’t furious lust now, but rather fragile control; he’s barely hanging on. You release him with a whisper, “Cum for me, Pero.”

His hips fuck into your hand involuntarily as thick ropes of cum spurt from him. He’s groaning, almost wailing, with every instinctive thrust into your warmth, his home. His cum quickly rises to the surface, mixing with the remnants of dissolved soap, painting the entire translucent plane with white. Once he’s done, you take your hand away, not wanting to overstimulate him. His spend is huge; from this and his shattering orgasm, you come to the conclusion that he must not have masturbated all that much while he was away. You know him for his impressive loads and feral noises during sex, but even this is a bit out of the ordinary for him. Well, one more reason to make up for time lost. 

He plants a sloppy kiss to your lips before pulling back and standing. Droplets of water run down his exhausted arms, trembling abs and quivering thighs, his hair is now stuck to his forehead with sweat and the corners of his mouth, even with his fatigue, are twitching for more - someone needs to make a fucking marble sculpture of this man. He lifts you up from your uncomfortable pedestal with two finger pads to the underside of your chin and reaches down to stick his tongue down your throat. All he has to say, in all his renewed smug and naked glory, is, “I hope you don’t plan on leaving that bed for the next few days.”

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Are you still taking requests? If you don't mind of a request of male reader x homelander of the male reader Recording and taking pictures of him during sex. Sorry if this doesn't make sense but love your work<3

Thank you for loving my work my friend. I would get Homelander pregnant if I had the chance. And I lowkey wrote this when I was bad so sorry.

⚠️Warnings- recording, blowjob, mocking, taunting, face fuck, cumshot, facial, pure smutt and etc.⚠️

HOMELANDER X MALE READER

“Get that stupid camera out of my face…” 

Homelander mumbled, did he mean his words no. Not one bit.

“Why should I…? Don’t you know how much money I would make if I posted this on pornhub or something. Plus you look so beautiful and pretty…” Y/n’s said as he held his phone to his chest angled down at the superhero that was currently on his knees.

“Cmon…show the world how you suck a man’s cock.” Homelander ignored Y/n’s words as he licked on the semi hard cock.

“Look at the camera, let me see those pretty blue eyes.” Y/n taunted as he used his free hand to hold his cock rubbing the tip of his cock against Homelander’s lips. 

Homelander looked up at the camera as he opened his mouth pushing his mouth around your cock. Homelander used his other hand to prep himself from behind.

“Get my dick all wet…” Y/n said as he began to move his hips back and forth in the supe’s mouth not thrusting yet just moving.

“Fuck…your so bad at this.” Y/n softly taunted as Homelander glared up at him. Y/n used his free hand to run his hair in the blond’s hair just brushing his fingers on his head. Homelander slowly took the cock inside his mouth moving his head in a back and forth motion. Homelander’s mouth already looked so full.

The grip on Homelander’s hair tightened as Y/n softly cursed under his breath as he held the camera to the supe’s face. 

The second Homelander went down deeper on Y/n’s cock, Y/n thrusted into his mouth causing Homelander to immediately gag and pull away coughing. Y/n yanked his hair forcing his head to go back to his cock before thrusting back inside his mouth.

“Relax, then you won’t gag as much.” Y/n spoke as he thrusted half of his cock into’s Homelander’s mouth. Homelander was doing the exact opposite of relaxing. “So good for me, I love it.” Y/n said in mocking tone as Y/n slowly pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside. Homelander was whimpering around the cock probably protest. Y/n pulled his cock out and laid it out on the supe’s face.

John immediately began to catch his breath. He was panting as Y/n’s dick around his face glaring at him as Y/n slapped his dick on his face.

“Alright say ahh.” Y/n said as he went back to stroking Homelander’s hair in a comforting fashion.

Slightly hesitating Homelander opened his mouth and took Y/n’s cock back inside him. The blond sucking and licking around Y/n’s dock. Homelander moaned around his cock as he used his free hand to push his fingers more deep inside his hole pleasuring himself.

Y/n gently rocked his hips back and forth not face fucking him, but definitely planned to in the future.

“Fuck— who knew the leader of the seven, would be this eager sucking dick.” Y/n said as he lowered the phone more to see Homelander’s face and his features more. The supe’s eyes ignored the camera glaring to the side.

“Cmon, don’t be shy…look at the camera.” Y/n mocked as he thrusted his full cock inside Homelander’s throat.

 Homelander immediately flinched and choked around the cock. But this time Y/n didn’t let him pull away instead pressing his cock deeper forcing Homelander to take it. 

“Yeah take it, your the number one right? This should be nothing for you.” Y/n laughed as he felt Homelander couch and gag around his cock. Y/n pulled out letting him catch his breath and stuff.

Homelander coughed and gasps as he finally looked back at the camera. 

“There’s those two pretty blue eyes.” Y/n immediately said as he laughed as he pushed his cock back inside the superhero’s mouth completely face fucking him.

Homelander moaned and whimpered around the cock as his head tilted back as his jaw stops clenching, trying to relax his body. The wet sound and the muffled moans filed the room. Homelander could smell Y/n’s scent perfectly, he smelled the musk and cologne he used. Y/n continued to face fuck him letting our heavy breaths as he moved.

“Fuck…” Y/n cursed under his breath as he continued to thrust. Y/n’s cock moving deep inside. Y/n continued to face fuck him.

Homelander started to realize he was powerless, far from control. Y/n left hand left of the side of Homelander’s head and rested it flat on the wall in front of them as he thrusted his cock roughly inside of Homelander’s mouth.

All what the supe could do was sit there and take it, he felt Y/n’s cock reach down deeper into his mouth. As Y/n’s cock reached further he felt it graze the end of his mouth. Homelander gagged and chocked around if even more. 

John lets out muffled moans around Y/n’s cock shoving in and out of his mouth. With every time Y/n pulled his cock out it’s only limited time for Homelander to catch up with his breathing before eventually having Y/n’s cock shoved back in his throat.

Gag after gag, Y/n’s cock reached the back of his mouth face fucking him merciless.

It was hard for Homelander to keep his eyes open since his eyes was watering from the constant choking and gagging. His own cock was throbbing and aching as he stared up at the camera. Sometimes occasionally Homelander’s eyes would turn red with the laser threatening to come out.

Y/n continued to let out curses from under his breath as he felt his stomach tightening

“Holy shit— I’m close I’m so fucking close.” Y/n said as he pulled out of Homelander’s mouth and began to jerk off his cock right above Homelander’s face.

Homelander’s mouth was open since he was panting and trying to catch his breath heavy. Y/n squeezed and stroked his cock with a few more moans his cum spurts out of his cock with cum landing on the superhero’s face. Homelander was closing his eyes as the cum landed on his cheeks and forehead. “Look at that…” Y/n said in an amused tone.

“You look so pretty with a face full of cum.” Y/n taunted as he stroked himself out of his high as he used the hand to record a close up on Homelander’s features and body. 

“Cmon we should get started for the real sex tape.” 

Y/n spoke as he setup his phone at an angle it can have a full view of both of them.

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Homelander getting pregnant by male reader?

HOMELANDER X TOP MALE READER

⚠️Warnings- Slutty Homelander, breeding kink, slut shaming, degrading, dirty talk, rough play, homelander is wearing his hero costume, and etc ⚠️

Everything felt so wrong to Homelander. His thoughts were clouded but still thinking about his own image and pride.

He swears that he’ll never do this again, he swore that he would never ever even do something like this again. That was what he told himself last time, then the time after that.

Though hate filled his mind, moans and sharp gasps were leaving his lips.

Homelander’s arms was held behind his back as well as his cape getting tugged from behind as well. Homelander could feel your cock going deeper and deeper inside him with ease.

The supe lost track of time, his mind dazed from getting fucked for hours. Cum dripping down from Homelander’s cock, into the already mess he made in between his legs, the free space between his red boots his own made lied.

Homelander tried to speak out pleas to stop and begging to do anything but this but you didn’t listen.

The blond’s mouth hung open panting and gasping with the occasionally groan when your cock hits a certain spot. Some of the cum spilling out of his overfilling hole creating a even more mess in between his legs.

He could feel his hole getting even more and more full, he already had the cum still inside him from the previous rounds, but you showed no sign at stopping anytime soon.

You held Homelander by his wrist keeping his hands together and at his back. You pushed him forward and back fucking him onto your cock. Homelander’s eyes would flare red with his laser each time your cock abuses the very sensitive prostate.

Homelander felt pathetic, powerless, and angry since he couldn’t do anything but just to moan and take your cock like a little slut. Homelander could hear your deep breathing from behind him and it honestly just made his back arch from lust and neediness.

As your hand slapped his ass leaving a red print, he moans even more as he gasped his body jerking toward away from you. You only let out a mocking laugh as you tugged his cape so his body goes back down on your cock.

Which each thrust Homelander’s hole leaked out the cum.

“St—stop!~ Mphnm!~” Homelander moaned out with a gasp, he truly couldn’t take it anyone. Homelander let out a sensitive moan since you began to thrust more harshly.

“Such a good slut for me. Right such a good slut.” You taunted, dropping the hold of his cape before reaching out to him grabbing his jaw forcing his head towards him. John was forced to look at you, his eyes were shaking with pleasure. You moved your hand to his mouth forcing it open, so you can hear his noises even more.

“I’m so c-close alright? And you better take it, take every damn drop.” You whispered into his ear. Homelander let out an noise in defiance.

Homelander thrashed around struggling in your hold, but you kept thrusting holding his head in place.

“Isn’t this what you always wanted? I’m going to breed you with my kids. Huh you hear me?”

“You’re gonna be all full with my kids, John.” You whispering pressing your mouth to his ear.

Homelander only lets out a moan in return. He wanted to fight and scream at you, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he was feeling. You were pushing him to his limit.

Homelander notices how your thrust are getting stronger and more sloppy are you chased your orgasm.

Then he felt it.

Homelander eyes turned to his laser red eyes as he felt you release even more of your seed into him.

Homelander’s hands twitched in your hold as his knees buckled inwards, as even more cum spills out of his hole. Homelander couldn't even notice the smirk you had on your face.

“Such a good supe, you’re the greatest hero in the world. The greatest supe at taking a fucking dick in your ass. And you love it.” You degrade whispering into his ear.

“I’m going to empty my damn balls inside of you, you damn slut. Your gonna be filled with cum to the point it’s the only thing you think about.”

“Hear me, John?”

“Your gonna be my little cum slut forever.”

THE END