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Booty, we have so many already butttt elevator scene rewrite. Pls! I’ll love you forever! Rough sex and everything. Homelander has to leave Starlight destroyed in the elevator. bc fuck Hughie. <3

Between the Floors

Here you go anon. Tumblr exclusive... 🫶🏼. Love you too!!! I'll probably throw this on ao3 later, but enjoy I hope I did what you wanted.

Starlight walked down the busy Vought Tower hall to the elevator. She passed a few employees, and the employees who recognized her would nod respectfully to her with an air of both reverence and curiosity. Her presence always brought a certain level of intrigue; she was a beloved superhero, the embodiment of purity and righteousness to the public.

The elevator door opened, and the cool air and gentle hum of machinery created a stark contrast to the bustle outside. Starlight stepped in, allowing the doors to close behind her.

Just before the doors closed, a hand slid between them, halting them from shutting. Starlight was caught by surprise, and she paused for a moment as the doors were held open. She turned to see who had stopped the elevator, a hint of curiosity mixing with her surprise.

The elevator door opened fully to reveal a tall, charismatic figure. Homelander stood there, his face devoid of any emotion. He stepped into the elevator, his presence instantly filling the enclosed space. His sharp eyes met Starlight's momentarily before he casually stood behind her with no words.

Starlight watched him and swallowed before speaking, "Hey... Homelander."

Homelander let the silence linger for a moment longer before reaching out and touching the emergency stop button.

Starlight's eyes widened slightly as Homelander pressed the emergency stop button, her heart rate quickening at the unexpected move. The elevator lurched to a halt, the silence now filled with a sense of tension and curiosity.

Starlight's wary glance didn't escape Homelander's notice. He remained still, his expression unreadable. His eyes bore into her, studying her every move, waiting to see how she would react.

Homelander let out a loud sigh before he spoke; his voice was chilling, "Maeve begged me to spare your life. So, I gave you a second chance, and you... failed me."

Starlight couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at Homelander's words. The threat in his voice was undeniable, and her heart rate increased even more. She tried to maintain her composure, but the fear was seeping into her voice as she spoke.

"W-what are you talking about?" Starlight stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Homelander clicked his tongue before focusing on her and shook his head, "No more lies."

Starlight's heart dropped at Homelander's words. It was as if he could see straight through her, and there was no denying it anymore. She swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a response.

Before Starlight could react, Homelander's hand shot out and wrapped around her throat. The unexpected attack caught Starlight completely off-guard. She gasped for air as her back slammed against the wall, pinned by Homelander's firm grip around her throat. Her hands instinctively went to his arm to pry his hand away.

Her vision blurred slightly from the impact, and she struggled to catch her breath, panic and fear etched on her face. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp as she looked into Homelander's cold eyes.

Homelander's grip remained firm on her throat, the pressure just enough to remind her that he could end her in an instant. He leaned in closer, his face now mere inches away from hers.

"Go ahead and scream as much as you want," he hissed, his voice laced with disappointment and anger. His fingers tightened slightly around Starlight's throat, squeezing it just enough to make her gasp for air again.

Starlight tensed as Homelander's hand traveled down her superhero costume, and she felt the heat of his touch even through the fabric. The pressure he applied to her stomach made her wince, and the coldness and threat in his gesture sent chills down her spine.

The pressure from Homelander's hand increased steadily, and Starlight could feel it becoming painful. She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her voice steady. "Wh-what... did I do?" She gasped, the words struggling to escape as he continued applying pressure.

Homelander's intense gaze bore into hers as he spoke, his voice soft but dangerous at the same time. "I told you to kill Hugh Campbell, and you hesitated," he sneered, digging his hand harder into her stomach now.

Starlight's eyes widened in surprise and fear as Homelander's hand pressed even harder into her stomach, the pain becoming sharper. She grunted softly, her body tensing under the pressure. "I... I said we should go to the police..." she tried to protest, her voice shaky.

Homelander's grip on her throat tightened further as he spoke, his voice a dangerous whisper now. "You disobeyed my orders because you're with him," he said, his fingers pressing deeper into her stomach.

Starlight's mouth opened wide as a moan of pain slipped out; she could feel him threatening to puncture her body.

Homelander's eyes flickered with anger and satisfaction as he felt her body respond to the pressure he was exerting. The sound of her pained moan fueled his sense of dominance, further solidifying his control over her. His hand on her stomach felt like a hot iron against her skin, the pain becoming more intense by the second.

Starlight's pained shout echoed in the small space, and it only seemed to egg Homelander on. He continued to press his fingers into her stomach, holding her against the wall with a vice-like grip.

As she struggled to speak, her words came out in short gasps and moans of pain, the pressure Homelander was exerting on her stomach making it difficult for her to draw a full breath. He leaned in closer, his face just inches away from hers, relishing his power over her.

"F-f-fuck you. Hughie Campbell broke my fucking heart... w-worse than anyone ever has-s..." Her gloved hands still scrambled at the wrist of his hand around her throat as she continued in a stammer. "And part of me w-wants to blast his fucking face off, so no, I'm not with him."

Starlight managed to force out her words despite her difficulty breathing, and her anger and pain were evident in her voice. "But if you want to kill me because I'm not a murderer and I won't straight up execute someone, then go ahead."

Homelander's eyes darkened further at Starlight's words. Her defiance only seemed to fuel his anger and possessiveness even more. He could feel her body shaking against his grip, the combination of pain and emotion causing her voice to stumble.

Despite her attempts to sound defiant, Starlight couldn't hide the pain and fear in her voice. Homelander could feel the tension in her body as she struggled against his grip, and it only made him more determined to assert his dominance over her.

As Homelander's grip on her throat tightened, Starlight's heart raced, and her mind whirled with fear. She fought to maintain her composure, but the pressure of his fingers against her skin was beginning to wear her down. "So, tell m-me, am I-I lying," she managed to choke out.

Homelander's eyes glowered down at Starlight, the grip on her throat constricting further as he considered her words. He leaned in closer, his body nearly pressed against hers, his voice cold and calculated.

Homelander paused momentarily, feeling the slight increase in Starlight's heart rate. Despite the anger and intensity in his gaze, he couldn't help but notice the subtle change in her body's response to his proximity.

He kept his grip firm on her throat, but his expression softened just a bit as he studied her face. A flicker of curiosity seemed to cross his features, and he continued to hold her pinned against the wall, his body close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin.

He could hear the small, involuntary sounds of her breathing, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. Despite the pain he was causing her, there was a hint of something more primal and intense building between them at that moment.

Homelander leaned a little closer, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You're not as good at lying as you think," he hissed, his fingers digging into her skin just a bit more as he pressed against her.

The proximity of his body against hers made Starlight feel even more vulnerable, her heart racing even faster as she tried to maintain her composure. The mix of pain and fear coursed through her veins, but there was also something else, something she couldn't quite name but that seemed to only fuel the fire within her.

Homelander's eyes flicked down to her chest as it rose and fell with each jagged breath, the rapid movement drawing his attention. He couldn't help but notice the way her body reacted to him, the way her heart pounded against her ribcage, the way her skin felt beneath his fingers.

His hand softened instead of digging into her stomach, and slowly, his hand slid up her chest; Starlight's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected gesture. Her breathing hitched, and fear and something else flared within her. Despite the danger and the pain he had inflicted on her, she couldn't deny the way her body responded to his touch.

Homelander's hand continued its path upwards, his fingers gently gripping the curve of her breast through the fabric of her costume. He could feel the heat of her skin beneath his touch, and a sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he felt her heart rate quicken even more.

Starlight's eyes were drawn to Homelander's hand as it teased at the low-cut neckline of her super suit. His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, almost casually yet with an edge of possessiveness. She could feel his gaze on her face, watching her every reaction, studying her every emotion.

His touch was firm but gentle, his knuckles trailing along the exposed skin of her collarbone. He could see his effect on her: the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the way her eyes darkened just a fraction as he touched her.

His fingers continued to tease the edge of her neckline, slipping just under the fabric now and gently brushing against her skin. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart, the heat of her skin, and the electricity between them.

Starlight's breathing became even more ragged as Homelander's fingers toyed with the edge of her costume, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She tried to maintain her composure, but her body seemed to betray her, responding to his touch with a burning desire that surprised even her.

Homelander's smile widened as he felt Starlight's sharp intake of breath. The feel of her soft skin beneath the spandex was enough to make his own heart race. He could see the mix of fear and desire in her eyes as he continued to caress her body, his fingers tracing patterns over her flesh.

Starlight's body seemed to react instinctively to his touch, arching beneath his fingers as he continued to caress her. Her hands found purchase on his arms, gripping him tightly as if to push him away and pull him closer at the same time. "Y-you didn't tell me. Was I lying?" Starlight tried to keep her voice steady as she asked him again.

Homelander's hand paused for a moment at her question, his fingers still resting against her breast. He tilted his head slightly as he looked at her, a mix of curiosity and anger in his expression. "I haven't decided yet," he finally said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm far too preoccupied right now."

With that, he bent his head down and brought his lips to her throat, his teeth finding a sensitive spot and nipping at her skin. Starlight gasped at the sensation, her grip on his arms tightening. Despite the pain and fear, her body seemed to react to his touch, a pool of heat starting to form deep in her core.

Homelander continued to tease her skin, his teeth and lips working their way along her throat, his hands roaming her body in a possessive yet gentle way. He seemed to enjoy the way she responded to his touch, the way her body betrayed her despite her best efforts to remain stoic.

Starlight's breathing grew ragged and uneven, the feel of his teeth and lips on her skin sending waves of pleasure through her. She tried to push him away, but her hands only seemed to hold him tighter, her body responding to his touch in ways she couldn't control.

As Homelander unzipped the front of Starlight's super suit, he exposed more of her skin to the cool air around them. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in the sight of her bared flesh with a hungry, possessive gaze.

Homelander's tongue ran over his fangs as he took in the sight of Starlight's breasts, straining against the fabric of her unzipped costume. His eyes darkened with desire, his hands moving to gently trace the curves of her body.

"You really are quite beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "A shame you had to go and lie to me."

Starlight's eyes darkened as Homelander's hands began to slide the fabric of her costume over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the cool air. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, the heat from his body warming her skin even more.

She could feel Homelander's gaze on her exposed flesh, his hands running over her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Despite her best efforts to resist him, her body seemed to respond to his touch, arching into his hands as they slid over her.

Her breathing became more labored, the feel of his skin against hers igniting a fire deep within her. She could feel his erection pressed against her thigh, and her body seemed to respond instinctively to it, her hips rolling in a motion that was both involuntary and intentional.

As Homelander's hands moved over Starlight's body, he could feel her body responding to him, her skin warm beneath his touch. He could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, the way her skin trembled beneath his fingers.

His fingers ran over her breasts, teasing at her nipples, drawing gasps of pleasure from her lips. His hand slid down further, teasing at the waistband of her costume, pulling it down further to expose more and more of her skin to his gaze.

His lips found her neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered against her ear, his voice dark and dangerous. "You should have told me the truth, Starlight," he said, his hand sliding down her stomach and over the exposed skin. "But it's not too late to make it up to me."

Starlight's breathing grew even more ragged as his hand slid lower, her body quivering in anticipation. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin and his teeth nipping at her ear. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but something about the way he was touching her, the way he was making her feel, made it hard to resist.

She could feel herself giving in to the sensation, her body melting into his touch. His fingers were hot and gentle as they pressed against the folds of her pussy, making her legs part with ease.

Starlight moaned as his fingers dipped inside of her, his thumb running circles around her clit. The sensation was exquisite, her body quivering as he fucked her with his hand. Her fingers found their way to his hair, clutching at him as he worked her over, her breathy moans echoing through the room. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, her thighs shaking as she came apart around him.

She collapsed against him, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. His mouth found her ear again, his voice dark and dangerous. "That was only a taste," he said, his fangs nipping at her earlobe. "I want more, Starlight."

As he spoke, he pulled his hand away from her pussy, his fingers slick with her cum. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean, the taste of her flooding his senses. He felt his cock getting stiffer at the sight of her boneless against the elevator wall, her body exposed and ready for him to take. He leaned over her, his mouth finding hers once more.

As he kissed her, his fingers found their way to her pussy again, teasing at the entrance as they pressed inside. His mouth swallowed her moans as he worked his fingers in and out of her, stretching her to take more and more of him. His lips were hot and wet against her, his tongue tangling with hers as he continued to fingerfuck her.

The sensation was almost too much to bear. Starlight's moans echoed through the metal box, her body shaking as he worked her toward another orgasm. The feeling was so good, her body melting into him as he kissed her, his fingers curling inside of her. She came apart around him, her muscles clenching around his fingers as she orgasmed again.

This time, Homelander didn't pull away. Instead, he continued to kiss her, his tongue tangling with hers as he worked her through her orgasm. His hands found their way to her hips, lifting her off of the wall and pulling her legs around him.

His lips didn't leave hers as he pressed her back against the elevator wall, holding her body flush against his. His tongue continued to dance with hers, his hands roaming over her body, touching her skin as if trying to commit every inch of her to memory.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, the feel of her skin against his driving him wild. He could feel the heat from her body, the way she trembled and quivered against him. It was like holding lightning in his arms; he couldn't get enough.

His hands fumbled with the golden eagle belt, his body shaking with anticipation as he tried to free himself. He felt wild, feral, possessed by a need that made his fingers clumsy and his breath come in ragged gasps.

As he finally managed to get his belt unbuckled and his spandex lowered, he pressed himself against her body, his bare skin against hers, their bodies molding together as if they were made for each other. She was so wet, so hot against his cock, and he knew he wouldn't last long once he was inside her.

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, her pussy slick with her arousal, and she was already trembling with pleasure as he pushed in. His lips broke away from hers as he groaned loudly, her body clenching around him as he began to thrust.

"Fuck," he gasped against her lips, "you feel fucking amazing." Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. He couldn't look away from her face as he fucked her, her expression so fucking beautiful. He could see how much she enjoyed it, how she loved the feel of his cock inside of her.

Her fingers were digging into his back, her nails scratching against his spandex top as she pulled him closer to her, her body undulating against his.

"Harder," she whispered, "I can take it." He grinned, his lips brushing against hers, and he gave her what she asked for. He fucked her harder, his cock slamming in and out of her body, her body shaking against his. The way her body quivered with every thrust was addictive, and he wanted more.

She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back as he fucked her, her pussy tightening around his cock. It wasn't enough to make him cum, but he could tell she was close to orgasm again.

He didn't want to cum until he was sure she'd found her release again.

Homelander shifted his body slightly, his cock angling upwards as he thrust inside of her. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as he hit the spot inside of her that made her whole body tremble.

"God," Starlight moaned, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "God, right there." He continued to hit that spot with every thrust, his cock driving in and out of her body, her pussy tightening around him. Her nails dug into his super suit, her body shaking against his, her legs tightening around his waist. He was fucking her harder now, his cock hammering in and out of her, his lips brushing against her lips.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer, her body trembling around him, her pussy clenching around his cock, her nails digging into his top. He could feel himself losing control, his hips plunging hard into her over and over, his cock driving inside of her, the way she felt around his cock making his balls tighten.

He could hear her moaning, her breath gasping as she took his cock, her body shaking against his as he fucked her. Her body was trembling with pleasure; she was close to coming; he could feel it in the way her body tensed up against his. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she panted through the pleasure.

Homelander was intent on fucking her through the metal wall of the elevator with how hard his hips were snapping. His cock was buried inside her body, her pussy clenched around him, her body shaking against his, her nails digging through his spandex top. He was fucking her like a man possessed like he couldn't get enough of her. His lips brushed against her ear, his teeth scraping against her lobe as he fucked her.

"Come for me," he whispered, his cock slamming in and out of her body. "Come for me, baby." Her body tensed up, her pussy clenching around his cock, her nails digging into his top harder, ripping through the spandex. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

He didn't stop, his hips still moving hard into hers as she came. He wanted to feel her pussy clenching around his cock, wanted to feel her come all over his cock. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his own pleasure building in his balls. He was going to come any second now; he could feel it but didn't want to.

He wanted to feel her cum again.

Homelander redoubled his movements and fucked her harder, his hips colliding into hers, his cock filling her body, his balls slapping against her ass. His lips found hers, kissing her, his tongue filling her mouth, his hand holding her neck as he fucked her.

"Come for me again," he whispered, his voice breathless, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

She did.

Starlight's body tensed up, her pussy clenching around his cock. Her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, her breath coming out in irregular gasps. He felt how tight her pussy clenched around his cock. He was so close to coming, his balls aching with the need to cum.

He came.

Homelander's pleasure building in his balls, his body tensing up, his hips slamming into hers. He came deep inside of her, his cock spurting rope after rope of cum inside her body. His hips slammed into hers one last time before he pulled out, his cock slipping from her body. Her legs shook as they released her, holding herself up against the wall of the elevator.

Homelander's breathing was ragged and uneven, his body heaving with exertion. His eyes were dark and dangerous as he looked at Starlight, his hands still gripping her hips, keeping her pinned against the wall.

"That was..." he said, his voice thick with emotion. "That was... something."

Starlight's body trembled, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were half-lidded, and her hair was tousled and damp with sweat.

"Yeah," she agreed, her voice hoarse from moaning. "Yeah, it was…"

Homelander let her slip to the floor, her legs spread out akimbo style, and his gaze wandered over her body, taking in the sight of her, completely spent and exhausted. "Well..." he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You weren't lying…"

Homelander grabbed his gloves from across the elevator in the railing and released the emergency stop; he glanced over her bare body.

Starlight's eyes widened as she heard the emergency stop releasing. She had completely forgotten where they were, lost in the moment. She reached for her supersuit, trying to cover up her nakedness, but Homelander's gaze made her pause, blushing.

"Yeah," Homelander said, his eyes roaming over her bare body. "You should cover up..."

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bootyshortsjacob · 2 months

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BOOTY!!! I love how u write Homelander, but we need some bbygrl. He's needy and wants love 🥺

Captain's Chair

I'm putting half of it on here...

Warnings: Additional Tags: Finger Sucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Mommy Issues, Praise Kink, Sub The Homelander | John, The Homelander | John Has Issues, Chair Sex, Table Sex, Naked Male Clothed Female, Fantasizing, Power Dynamics

Summary:

His thoughts were running from him during a meeting and he realized, since Madelyn was gone no one was there to tell him how great he’s been doing. Homelander has fantasies about Starlight and Starlight has thoughts about sitting in his chair.

Homelander glanced over the meeting at Starlight. She had been doing this annoying thing with her mouth, she’s been putting her thumb almost in her mouth. Probably chewing on her nail.

Starlight felt the weight of Homelander's gaze and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She wasn't aware of her habit of fiddling with her mouth, and she tried to stop it, not wanting to give Homelander any more fuel for his mockery.

He was trying to focus on Ashley, but Starlight kept pulling his gaze. Starlight's lips indeed looked soft, and Homelander found himself struggling to keep his attention on Ashley's words. His eyes kept darting to Starlight's mouth, his mind wandering to places that he knew he shouldn't.

Homelander's mind began to race with more inappropriate thoughts as he stared at Starlight's lips. He couldn't deny his attraction to her, but he also knew that it was wrong, given the power dynamic between them.

The voice inside Homelander's mind urged him to act on his desires, reminding him of his power and the fact that he had the right to do whatever he wanted. He continued to stare at Starlight's lips, a wicked idea forming in his mind.

Homelander couldn't shake the impulse to possess Starlight. Her lips tempted him, and he found himself wanting to claim her as his. His mind was filled with a mixture of desire and power, and he struggled to control himself.

Homelander's thoughts grew more explicit as he imagined what it would be like to feel Starlight's lips against his own or wrapped around his fingers. He could almost feel the softness of her lips and the heat of her breath. The mental image was driving him wild, and he struggled to keep his composure in the meeting.

Homelander's eyes traveled down to Starlight's hands, noticing their slender and delicate appearance. He couldn't help but compare them to Madelyn's, finding them to be different, yet equally enticing. The thought of her fingers in his mouth made his heart race, and he found himself wanting to act on his impulses.

Homelander couldn't help but chuckle at The Deep's previous comment about him being her ‘favorite’ Supe, but his thoughts immediately went to the possibility of Starlight allowing him to lay in her lap. The thought of being praised by her, of hearing her call him ‘a good boy,’ made him feel a strange mixture of pleasure and power. He couldn't deny the appeal of her innocence and purity contrasted with his darker nature.

He imagined her soothing voice as she ran her fingers through his hair, telling him how much she admired him. The thought of being vulnerable and cared for by her was incredibly enticing. But he quickly pushed it aside, reminding himself of who he was, and that he had no need for such things. He was the Homelander, he didn't need affection or validation from anyone.

With Madelyin gone, Homelander felt a pang of loneliness and emptiness, despite his outward appearances of strength. He was used to praise and validation, and now that it was gone, he found himself missing it.

He tried to ignore the feeling, trying to convince himself that he didn't need it, that he was The Homelander, after all. But deep down, he knew that he craved it, craved someone who would celebrate and appreciate all that he did.

As Homelander's eyes landed on Starlight once again, he couldn't help but imagine her complimenting and appreciating him the way Madelyn used to. He couldn't help but wonder if she would fill that void, if she would give him the validation he longed for. A part of him wanted to pull her aside after the meeting and find out.

He mentally shook his head, trying to dismiss the thought from his mind. But the allure of her innocence and the possibility of her praise was too tempting to ignore.

As the meeting came to a close, Homelander found himself unable to focus on anything else, the image of her soft voice cooing praises into his ear was all he could think about.

As the rest of the meeting attendees gathered their things and began to leave, Homelander approached Starlight. He tried to feign nonchalance, but there was a hint of desperation in his eyes. "Hey, Starlight. Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Starlight looked up, slightly startled by Homelander's sudden approach. She had noticed his intense gaze and had a faint idea of what he wanted to talk about. "Uh, sure. What do you need?"

Homelander led Starlight to a secluded corner of the room, away from the prying eyes and ears of the other members of the Seven. He took a deep breath, uncharacteristically nervous. "I just... I wanted to talk to you. About something. It's... kinda personal."

Starlight nervously looked at him, “Oh… I’m not in trouble am I?”

Homelander chuckled softly, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "No, you're not in trouble. Not this time," he replied, a hint of playfulness in his voice. He took a step closer, his gaze fixed on her. "It's just... I've been realizing something, and you're the person I want to talk to about it."

Starlight swallowed hard, her nervousness slowly turning into confusion. She couldn't think of a reason why Homelander would suddenly want to talk to her about something personal. "Oh. Okay. Um, what is it...?" she asked tentatively.

“I’ve been doing a good job right? Running the Seven. Making sure we’re all in our places and our appearances, right?”

Starlight nodded, a hint of surprise in her eyes. She hadn't expected Homelander to ask her about his leadership skills. "Yes, of course," she said slowly. "You've been doing a great job. The Seven has never looked better, and we're all doing our part."

Homelander let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He was grateful for her affirmation. Hearing her say that he was doing a good job made him feel a strange mix of relief and anticipation.

He took another step closer, standing only a few feet away from her. "There's something else," he said quietly, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "Something I need to ask you."

Starlight looked at Homelander, curiosity and a hint of concern in her eyes. She had no idea what he was going to ask her, but the vulnerability in his voice was alarming. "What is it?" she asked, her voice also soft and tentative.

Homelander took a deep breath and met her gaze. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but his eyes betrayed his anxiousness. "It's about something that I've been thinking about, something that I can't quite shake off," he began, his voice low and measured. "It's... about you. And me."

Starlight's eyes widened slightly, her heart rate speeding up a bit. She wasn't sure what he was getting at, but his words were making her nervous. "About us?" she repeated, her voice almost a whisper. “What do you mean?”

Homelander took another step closer until he was standing right in front of her, their bodies almost touching. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and he resisted the urge to touch her. "I mean... I've been thinking about you. A lot," he confessed, his voice almost a whisper. "And I need you to do something for me."

Starlight swallowed hard, her mind racing with possibilities of what he could ask of her. But deep down, she had a feeling she knew what was coming. "What... what is it that you want me to do?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Homelander took another step closer, his body now practically pressed against hers. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "I want you to..." he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to praise me."

Starlight's eyes widened in surprise, but there was something else in her expression too that she couldn't quite place. "P-praise you?" she repeated, her voice almost a squeak. "Like... how?"

Homelander leaned in even closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Like you mean it. Tell me I'm a good leader. Tell me I'm doing a good job. And..." he pausing, his hand gently tracing the contour of her jawline.

"Tell me I'm a good boy."

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