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โก -- hello hello ! you can call me either blaine or april and if you've found yourself here, then it appears as if you've stumbled across my blog with an emphasis on fandoms! pop culture actively consumes my heart and you can check out some of my favorites below ! i'm an avid doll collector, and have a collection ranging from monster high (gens 1 + 3), american girl, bratz, and barbie ! with that being said, i've decided to hybridize this account by featuring my doll collection in addition to the writing and daily shitposts (creating a digital footprint so irredeemable). i'm also heavily invested in true crime, reptiles (alligators are da best) disturbing histories, and all things gore. on the best note, i have taken up writing once more and aim to produce a respectable consistency that i can be satisfied with. i absolutely adore meeting like-minded people and extend an olive branch of friendship- i promise i don't bite, and am (mostly) kind and helpful when need be. don't hesitate to message or send me asks ! although i cannot promise to be responsive and active at every waking moment as my life would never allow for it, i'll try my best !
INTERESTS ;
โ pokรฉmon
โ the hunger games trilogy
โ the ballad of songbirds and snakes
โ britney spears
โ teenage mutant ninja turtles (all versions, 2012 is my favorite)
โ monster high (gens 1 and 3)
โ american girl
โ true crime
โ the boys
โ tom blyth
โ antony starr
โ alyssa milano
โ y2k
โ gore
โ horror
โ glee
โ naya rivera
โ the walking dead
โ charmed
โ bratz
โ barbie
โ winx club
โ american horror story
โ deftones
โ alligators
โ new orleans
โก -- yes, i'm concious of the fact that exactly no-one is in demand for this but frankly, i couldn't be fucked so here's my pokรฉmon team below !
hellooโฆ ur acc seems so aesthetic omg i trust u with writing for chase. do u think u could write something small about him coming untouched while u two r making out?
โโ .โฆ chase vs his struggle to control himselfโฆ
pairing: chase davenport x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ mdni, sexual content, makeout, ejaculation
note: thank you for the compliments bb, hope i did your idea justice <3
his lips are so soft itโs stupid.
youโre curled over him on the penthouse couch, knees bracketing his thighs, your fingers tugging gently at the soft hair at the back of his neck. his mouth is hot and hungry against yours, and chase davenport kisses like a man trying to compute pleasure in real time โ slow at first, strategic, a little hesitant, until he overloads and melts into you like heโs never been kissed before (which, before you, he hadnโt been).
you feel his hands drift, trying to stay polite, pressed into the small of your back like heโs holding on for dear life. but you shift forward just a little, enough to press flush against him, and thatโs all it takes, his fingers flex, digging into your waist.
he gasps into your mouth.
โyou okay?โ you murmur, lips barely brushing his.
he nods too fast. โyeah. yes. fine. totally fine.โ
he is absolutely not fine.
thereโs a visible tremor in his thighs beneath you, and youโre not oblivious โ you can feel how hard he is through his joggers, how heโs been tense from the second you climbed into his lap, how he keeps trying not to rut up against you like his whole bodyโs fighting itself.
your hips roll slow and sweet, just once, and he breaks the kiss entirely, dropping his head back with a choked breath.
โchase,โ you whisper against his lips, voice full of mock concern. โyouโre shaking.โ
โdonโt,โ he says quickly, eyes screwed shut. โdonโt move. please.โ
you freeze, and then you feel it.
he tenses under you, a shudder running through his whole body like heโs being electrocuted from the inside out. his jaw clenches, lips parted in a soft, desperate moan, and his hands tighten around your waist like youโre the only thing keeping him tethered to the moment.
then he goes still. dead still.
your lips part, confused for a second until it. the slight wetness on his pants, the way his breath is coming in shallow, humiliated little gasps as he buries his face in your neck like he can hide from what just happened. he looks wrecked, like you short-circuited something in his perfect little supercomputer brain.
โoh my god,โ you whisper, more stunned than anything. โchaseโฆ did you justโฆ?โ
he doesnโt answer right away. just swallows thickly and nods against your shoulder.
โyou came?โ you ask again, just to be sure. โwithout evenโ?โ
โi didnโt mean to,โ he gasps, eyes fluttering shut, the heat blooming down his neck giving him away completely. โyou were justโ you were kissing me. you were on top of me. i couldnโtโ i tried to hold it, i swearโฆโ
you canโt help it. you giggle. a soft, breathless, delighted little sound that makes him whimper.
you grin, leaning down to brush your mouth against his jaw. โyouโre so easy, baby.โ
โdonโt say it like that,โ he mutters, face burning so hot itโs radiating. โiโm literally never recovering from this.โ
you press your lips to his ear. โthatโs okay, sweetheart.โ
he shudders again and you sit up just slightly, tilting his chin to meet your gaze. his eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide, skin flushed all the way down his neck.
โnext time,โ you murmur, smiling sweetly, โyouโre gonna wait for me.โ
reminder that reblogs, feedback, and comments keep me motivated and make me smile โน๐น
soldier boy / ben who gets so worked up when he fucks you that sometimes his chest starts to glowโฆ !
your cunt feels so good practically swallowing his cock that he just cant hold himself back! he pins all his weight onto you and slams into your pussy until the rooms filled with squelches and whimpers!! slick dribbles from your hole spraying onto his balls while ben groans into your ear calling you a โmessy lilโ slutโ and โdirty girl, ya like me pummelling you into the bed?โ when your eyes roll back!!
as soon as bens close his pace becomes erratic chasing his own high- his eyes squeeze shut and his chest starts to glow showing the living bomb thats killed hundreds!! you should be scared but bens fucking you soooo good so instead your digging your heels into his ass to get him deeper inside you..
as soon as he stutters inside you, his thick hot cum painting your insides- the buildup fades away leaving ben panting into your neck and your legs shaking around his waist from fear and pleasure.
โalmost got ya that time, didnโt i?โ heโd say nonchalantly while pulling out and rolling over to light a joint- tucking you into his side and slipping the blunt between your lips to calm your nerves.
if anyone has The Boys ocs please hmu about them if u want to talk about them!! i'd love to meet oc creators and play with our barbies and kens together!!<333
LIVE ACTION / HUMAN FACECLAIM UNDER THE CUT :
pre vought, solo work ( 18-19 )
during vought, the seven ( 20-29 )
early post vought, after relocation, patrol work ( 30-35 )
I wish they hadn't killed Homelander just for the idea that without his powers he would've discovered he's lactose intolerant and can never drink milk again.
SUMMARY any normal person would have run for the hills during homelander's descent into madness, not you, though. CWS smut, unsafe sex, creampie, bathtub sex, milk-play (????), childhood abuse (both of you), murder, death, brief scene of graphic violence, evil reader, codependency WC 5.1k
i'm not going to lie i wanted to do a longer fic about this but i would be soooo remiss if i ended up never posting anything about homelander before the last episode that comes out in... fifteen minutes. so.... you know... maybe some day if anyone wants to read it i'll write the multi-chapter fic that fleshes stuff out more. anyway, i've been a homelander ride or die for six years, i'll never forget getting cancelled for editing him in 2020. sigh. also i've met antony :)
anything in italic is a flashback.
The first day that you met him, everyone warned you that you needed to be nervous around him. He was volatile, cruel, and not to be trusted.
Maybe for a moment you had been nervous, but it didnโt last. Not when you got into a room with him, anyway. You werenโt like one of the other picks for The Seven; Homelander had picked you personally because he believed that your good image would be good for the team. There had been some behind the scenes controversies, some people claiming that there was too much violence being propagated by the movies. There wasnโt really a hero that was clear-cut as being a good guy, besides, in their eyes, maybe Homelander and Queen Maeve.
You, on the other hand, were a kidโs television show star.
Ultraviolet, named for the rainbow colors that the flames that came from your hands could make. Your powers werenโt all too similar to Lamplighterโs, and as opposed to his more gritty persona, you came off as bright and colorful.
In reality, your hands didnโt shoot the colors of rainbows; they were only edited to look like that on television. There was a hue that would surround your hands and your feet when the flames came out, a natural protection from the heat, but the colors came out different every time. The most common was bright blue, like the flame from an oven once it was on high. But they could also come out red, or yellow, or any other color that would be associated with the rainbow. Sometimes it was two or more colors, but often it was just one. More lackluster in person, but the persona that Vought had created for you made up for it.
You wore a one-piece bodysuit with a blue background and a rainbow across the stomach, with a cape that was supposed to emulate a cloud. The shoes of choice for the show were a pair of roller skates that were often edited to look like there was something coming from your feet - typically a rainbow trailing behind you. You werenโt the most powerful Supe, to be sure. Your powers werenโt necessarily weak, but they werenโt all that special, sparing the color that set them apart from most other people with powers to do with fire.
But your image was squeaky clean. So Homelander recommended you personally, and when Vought pushed back a bit, saying that your image was a bit too different from some of the others and that your color-scheme was too similar to A-Trainโs, he insisted. So you werenโt nervous when you met him, because you were fully aware that he was the one who wanted you in the first place.
It was such a small thing, really. Not being afraid of someone you were only just meeting was something thatโฆ most people could say in most situations. But that tiny thing for you made all the difference for him. You were the first person, in a long line of people, who wasnโt afraid of him. Your heartbeat didnโt skyrocket any more than it would when anyone would when they met someone for the first time. You didnโt disrespect him, but you werenโt walking on eggshells around him, either. You treated him normally, and that was odd for him.
Something small for you was how you ended up being so close.
Irritatingly close, for some.
When there was an issue, he went to you with it. To handle it, to vent about it, to complain about something that other people would judge him for. When he did something bad, he was candid about it. He told you when something went wrong, he told you about the flight, he told you about everything that had happened between him and Maeve and everything that had led Starlight to hate being on the team so much that he knew of. And it was mainly current things that he complained about until it wasnโt.
There was one particular night that he had come to you, clearly upset. He told you a lot about his upbringing, how he had been made in a lab without anyone who really cared about him. Without anything to bring him any real comfort. He had been made for one purpose, and one purpose only. Youโd gotten a lot closer that night, but it was also the night that you realized that you felt more about him than what a friend should feel.
Maybe you shouldnโt have been petting his hair and letting him rest against you. And you definitely shouldnโt have had sex with him before he left, because you were certain that wasnโt what normal friends were supposed to do. But you werenโt normal friends, and no matter how much you knew not to think about that, you couldnโt help it. It made it a whole lot more irritating when Stormfront came into the picture, though you didnโt let it show. You never really let any emotions show unless it was a smile on your face. That was how youโd been raised, that was all you really knew.
But everything kept changing. More people died, you hooked up with Homelander again at Herogasm, and despite everything you knew that he did you remained close to him. Unafraid of him. It was almost cathartic to have someone who was comfortable with it. With the violence, with the pain. With the way that sometimes, every so often, he expected you to hurt people, too. And you did. Most times without question. The lack of fear you had around him didnโt change, but you did change.
There was one particular day that made that incredibly clear.
โ
Heโd gone to visit the people who โraisedโ him, and that was something that you knew was incredibly personal to him. Youโd expected that he would have gone alone, but he didnโt.
Your fingers - now covered by a white glove that went up to your elbow as opposed to your original costume that didnโt have any gloves - were intertwined with yours as you walked down the hallway that he had surely walked out of years ago, thinking that it was the last time that he would ever see it. But this was different. You knew that everyone here was going to die this time, that they couldnโt hurt him like they used to. Most people might go to therapy, but even if Homelander were most people, something like that was never going to work on him.
For most of the visit, youโd been sitting there. Letting him do what he needed to do, watching while he tormented the people who he hated for tormenting him in the first place. You were quiet, but not nervous. You didnโt feel bad for the men who were dying in front of you, and maybe the version of you that had first been recruited into The Seven would have. There was a part of you that was wholly aware that you had changed in a way that was entirely unrecognizable to some.
Your family, your friends. Many of them were worried. Publicly, you were very close to Homelander. You were always with him, always speaking entirely positively of him. And that was something that worried a lot of people. Too many people, really.
But maybe they had no right to be worried.
โCould you help me with this last one?โ
His voice was quiet as he spoke. He was going to enter the room again, the one that you knew he had been locked in when he was younger. He was speaking lowly so he didnโt entirely reveal his plans to the others, but you were certain that they had to know.
โYeah, sure.โ
Help with โthis last oneโ was an understatement, youโd realized. You hadnโt fully realized it until youโd already killed two different people. People who you were certain were uninvolved with him, in particular, but they knew about it, didnโt they? They knew about it, so should you really feel bad when you had their blood on the wall and a hole burned through one of their eye sockets?
Maybe you should. Maybe not all of these people knew about it. You didnโt speak much when you had your hand pushed through someoneโs stomach, when you could feel their organs in your hands. There was a certain power in it, even knowing that Ashley would be irritated when she found that she needed to replace your costume again because it had been stained.
But when it was over, you were sitting back against the wall. There was blood on it, blood smeared all over your cape and your legs; it would be a sensory nightmare if you werenโt wearing thick tights. Your hand was over your cheek, feeling your skin. You were pretty sure you had been trying to clean the blood from your face, but youโd forgotten what action you were doing entirely by the end of it. You were in a bit of a daze until you noticed a hand in front of you.
โWe should go.โ
โMhmโฆโ You took his hand, but trailed off as you thought back to your own childhood. โYou know, I wasnโt treated like you were. Not likeโฆ in a room like this, not made to be the most powerful but-the most-fucking-obident. My dad resented me for a bit because my powers didnโt develop immediately; he figured that the V was a scam. But my mom was smart; she knew that theyโd come. And she knew I needed to be just fucking perfect when they did.โ
There was a bit of an eerie, dazed laugh that came from you when you recalled it. โFucking perfect. Thatโs what they made me. And when I wasnโt, she hit me, or she screamed at me, and one day my powers did come because of her. Because she was screaming, because I knew she was going to backhand me or sack my dad on me. And then my powers came out, and-I guess she didnโt hit me anymore after that.โ
Homelander, for once, didnโt actually respond immediately. But you did take his hand. You did meet him in the middle, standing up. Your eyes were still glossy, but there was a smile on your face that best displayed the slight confusion that came from that much gore. โThey deserved it, all of them.โ
โThey did.โ He almost seemed to be contemplating something before he stopped. His free hand was on your chin, the blood smearing from his glove onto your already stained cheek. You didnโt stop him when he kissed you, and he didnโt stop you when your fingers were in his hair, pulling him closer. It was supposed to happen like this, you reasoned. When you were both a little bit fucked up, talking about how everyone in life loved screwing you over. It was supposed to be just like this. But he pulled back, and you almost fought him on it before you remembered where you were. โHome. We need to go home.โ
โYeah, home.โ
โ
It wasnโt much of a home, anyway.
Things continued to shift and change. Members of The Seven came and went, and you got over your irritation about Firecracker trying to take Homelanderโs attention away from you when you figured that he didnโt really like her very much. But things got worse, too. With him, with his mental health.
He felt entirely too low and alone, no matter what happened. Even when Soldier Boy came back, it was clear that he was just fighting for the attention of a man who was never going to want to play the role of a father figure in his life. He wasnโt really his father, anyway. Biologically, sure, but the man had come out of a test tube. He was an experiment, not really much of a child to anyone. And deep down, you were sure that he knew that. Which was why things got worse, and why you got clingier. Maybe it would help, you figured. It certainly wasnโt hurting.
Youโd been close with him in public, incredibly so. Just about any time you were out together, you were holding hands, but there was no real way to define your relationship. It wasโฆ codependent. You both relied on each other, but you relied on each other in the same way that you clung to each other. Hooking up had become more normal, making out had become more normal, but it wasnโt really something you spoke about. It just kind of happened, and then you brushed past it.
Until it wasnโt, apparently.
โ
Your afternoon had been normal, mainly. Soldier Boy had been woken up about a day ago, but that was something that youโd already moved past. You had a habit of moving past just about everything strange that happened in your life. So what if there was a hundred year old man who you used to have a poster of on your wall on the team now? That wasnโt something that you ever really fretted about before, so you figured that there was no purpose in starting now.
Homelanderโs penthouse had become the place that you were in more often than any other place in the building after being on the team for a bit. You spent most of your time with him, so it was only natural that you would also spend most of your time on his floor. There wasnโt really anywhere else that you wanted to be, anyway.
Heโd been sitting with you pressed into him, your cheek pressed into his shoulder, while he watched people speaking about him on the news. You werenโt sure why he did it. You knew that he hated watching people talk about him, but it had become worse lately. He was miserable and sad, even with Soldier Boy being woken up. Heโd sent him off to deal with something, but Soldier Boy had nearly died, and Homelander had been a bit distraught, even though heโd come back alive.
โVi?โ A shortened version of your Supe name, Homelander didnโt really believe in using human names because he didnโt really believe in humans. The only person who was now a Supe youโd heard him refer to with their human name was Ashley, but that was a bit different. Still, you were used to it by now.
โHmm?โ
โEveryone knows that weโre close, and my image has taken a hit with the Starlighters.โ
โYeah.โ
โWe should get married.โ
โM-Homelander, people donโt even-are-wait, are we dating?โ
โSuch a human concept.โ He brushed that off, but you figured that was answer enough. You were together all the time, and he let you cling to him. He let you be just as codependent as he was because nothing he ever did freaked you out, and that was something that he knew was rare. But he also did like you; he clearly cared about you enough to make sure that you werenโt in harmโs way. He didnโt like people who didnโt like you, and you knew that. โI guess in a technical sense, yes.โ
โMm.โ You hummed, thinking about what he was saying. You knew that he probably (maybe) wouldnโt make you if you said no, but did you even really want to say no? Youโd kind of tied yourself to him already in every way that counts. There wasnโt a chance that you were going to leave, no matter what, so did it really make all that much of a difference if you were married, besides there being a title to your relationship? Maybe it did. Maybe it did in the sense that you wanted that. โYeah, okay. Letโs get married.โ
โPerfect.โ
โItโll help your image, though?โ You asked him, your voice quiet as you moved your head so your chin would rest on his shoulder. Your eyes traced over his face, taking in the familiar features that had become so normal for you to see. You were so used to him that there wasnโt really a way around it. But you felt that you were used to him in a good way. You liked him more than you were supposed to ever have liked him, but it was like second nature now. You couldnโt really imagine your life without him. โI mean, people already know weโre close, so-hmph-โ
Your words were cut off when he kissed you. One of your hands was around his shoulder, your fingers tightening in the padding of his suit. You had never seen him without the suit on, and you found that you wanted to. You wondered what he looked like without the suit on, and maybe he would show you if you were married. Maybe, now that you knew what this was, you could actually see him. Physically, anyway. You knew pretty much all there was to know about him otherwise.
His kisses got deeper, though. His tongue brushes against yours, your back pressing into the couch as your body adjusts to fit below his. He was so close to you now, his body hovering over yours. Your fingers found one of the clasps on his suit, but he stopped you before you could take it off, despite the pout on your lips.
โNot just for my imageโฆ entirely.โ
Oh.
Well, that kind of made sense, anyway. There werenโt very many people who stuck with him. In fact, there would be none if it werenโt for you and, you suppose, The Deep. But he didnโt really care about The Deep. He was a member of the team, but he didnโt respect him, though. He didnโt have any reason to kill him or doubt his loyalty, but he didnโt think very highly of the man, either.
โCan you take the suit off?โ
โIโll consider it.โ His eyes broke contact with yours, his lips trailing against your throat. Your back arched closer to him when you felt him suck a bit of skin in between his lips, a sigh leaving your mouth as you clung to him just a bit. โWhen weโre married.โ
โUgh. Tease.โ
The smile against your skin was entirely, entirely worth it.
โ
The entire ordeal had been quick. Oh-Father and Ashley put together a ceremony quickly, and you ended up married in front of the general public. Though the people there were specifically chosen because they had a favorable view of Homelander. That didnโt really change anything, but things still changed in a pretty big way. Mainly, that Homelander had also gone insane.
When Soldier Boy came back, he was pretty irritated with Homelander for sending him somewhere without a proper warning that he might die. Soldier Boy almost died, really. But he didnโt because his blood had something different in it. The V that the rest of you had been given was more diluted than what the originals were given, and Soldier Boy couldnโt die from the virus that had been created to be a cure-all for getting rid of Supes. He was immune, but no one knew that going in.
Heโd insulted Homelander, and Homelander had a breakdown. But then he went a bit insane.
He claimed, the very next moment that you saw him, that he had seen an angel. The angel had told him everything that he needed to know, and that the reason why everything was so hard for him was that he was the one true God. It was one of the most insane things that you had ever heard come out of his mouth. And while you werenโt scared of him, you were concerned. Concerned because this wasnโt a remotely normal thing to be thinking, because you were quite sure that he was going to get himself in trouble if he kept this up.
There was really only one way that this was going to end, and you knew it. If someone else didnโt kill him, he was going to get burnt out. You really didnโt want him to die or get hurt, but you werenโt sure that there was really any possible way to protect him. Most people wouldnโt remain by his side, but you would. You always did, and you always would. Maybe you could protect him, then. It was better than leaving him to his own devices, anyway.
But now you were just with him, standing there, wondering how to proceed while you were barely comprehending that he was bringing you into the bathroom with him until you were standing directly in front of a tub ifโฆ
โIs that milk?โ
โBreast milk.โ
โOh.โ
โGet in.โ
Clearing your throat, you turned back to look at him. You werenโt sure that you wanted to get in, but you wondered if you could get something out of it if you did.
โCan I see you without the suit on? Fully?โ
โYes, if you promise to get in.โ
โOkay, perfect.โ
You didnโt really need much more prompting. You started with your cape, undoing the claps and letting the cloud-like fabric fall to the floor. Your hands moved down to remove your boots, followed by taking the suit itself off. You were left in just your socks and gloves, which quickly joined the pile of clothing on the floor. But you were stopped before you could get in.
โYou wanna see me so bad?โ
โReally, really bad.โ
โThen you can take it off. I trust you.โ
Your eyes moved up to meet his, but you let your hands do the work. Removing his gloves first, knowing that youโd seen and felt his bare hands more than once. Next was the cape, then the boots. But you were careful when you got to the claps on the suit, your eyes not leaving his. Searching, clarifying. But he nodded, knowing that you were making sure that he wanted you to do it. So you did.
Seeing his skin for the first time was an odd experience, but not a bad sort of odd. It was odd in the sense that you rather liked seeing him. Youโd felt him inside of you before, youโd seen part of his legs, and youโd seen his butt. But you hadnโt seen anything else, so actually getting him fully undressed was interesting in a way that you hadnโt known it to be when youโd seen anyone else undressed before. Yet, all you could really do was kiss him. On the mouth, on the cheek, on the neck. He let you kiss his chest, let you feel the hair on his chest, and the fact that his stomach wasnโt as toned and muscular as the padding on his suit. He was rather slim, which was a contradiction to the bulky padding.
โBath.โ
โRight.โ
You were with him in the bath rather quickly, and thankfully so.
Soldier Boy was in the room on about a momentโs notice. The milk in the tub wasnโt clear, so he couldnโt see anything below the water. But you listened while he talked to Homelander, you moved off of him while he seemingly asserted his dominance by standing up entirely nude. You resisted reaching up to touch him in any way, letting them have their conversation even though it was a conversation that Homelander clearly didnโt enjoy very much.
But the moment he was back down again, you were in his lap, and he was beingโฆ odd. Still. You watched as he dipped his fingers in the milk, watched as he sucked the milk into his mouth. His eyes didnโt really leave yours, though his free hand had moved to rest against one of your thighs.
This was a weird situation, you knew that. It was weird to be sitting here in the tub with him because the tub was filled with womenโs breast milk that he had taken from a hospital, apparently. You were bathing in breast milk, actively, and that was a strange thing. He was being incredibly odd because he believed that he was God now, and everything was all sorts of messed up. And yet he was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you, and, for reasons that youโd unpack when you werenโt on top of him, you were getting a bit turned on.
โCan a God still get fucked?โ You asked him, turning back so you were facing him. His answer seemed pretty succinct when he leaned forward to press his tongue against one of your nipples, licking the bud before wrapping his lips around it. โI suppose that means yes, then.โ
You could feel him hard against your thigh, now. You could feel his hand moving his erect cock in between you both until it was settled directly at the entrance to your pussy. Your eyes had yet to leave his, but he also had yet to speak. He didnโt really need to. Not when he was pressing inside of you. Not when your lips parted around a moan that fell through them as you adjusted to the feeling of him being inside of you. It wasnโt new. Youโd been with him before. But you enjoyed it just as much each time.
โDo you like this?โ His tone changed, almost like he felt human again, as he grabbed your hand to show you the two rings on your finger. There was a wedding band, one that matched his. But there was also a diamond engagement ring. It was pretty, it was exactly the sort of thing that you would have wanted, and he knew it. It was a shame that it had to be worn underneath gloves, but you figured that he hadnโt suggested the change because it was personal.
โI love it, itโs perfect.โ
Whatever honesty he was looking for in your eyes, he found.
His hips moved against yours, finally giving you permission to ride him. But you were mainly focused on the way he reacted when you did. Homelander was always a bit noisy in bed, but there seemed to be a bit of increased arousal by being in the milk while he was inside of you. His hands were tight around your hips as you rode him, taking your time.
โI really like that youโre my husband now.โ You stated that your voice is a bit breathy now.
โI like that Iโm your husband now, too.โ
Human. Entirely human. Wanting to be married to someone was a human trait, and one that he seemed to have. But it was something that you werenโt surprised by. As much as Homelander wanted to claim that he was above being a person, you knew that he wasnโt. He was just as much a person as anyone else was, if not more so. But that wasnโt something that you felt the need to say to him. You wouldnโt.
โFuck-โ
The way his head fell back when he moaned, the way he whimpered when you squeezed him just right, did things to you that you werenโt sure how to process. You felt one of his hands caress your hip before moving to collect some of the milk, smearing it over your breasts, before his head tilted back up so his lips and tongue could attack the flesh.
None of this should be a turn on, but it was. It felt good. It was demented and strange, but you found that you liked it. Like him. There was nothing normal about him, nothing that you should really like, but there was never a moment in which he wasnโt your favorite person in the room. Your movements got faster, your moans more erratic. He didnโt seem far behind, either.
And it was your favorite type of sex because you came at the same time, or at least so close that you werenโt sure who finished first. Your fingers tug into his shoulder as you come with a cry of his name, his face still pressed against your chest.
It wasnโt until about an hour later that you were dried off and back in his bed, covered by nothing more than a fluffy blanket. You couldnโt get over the way that it felt to curl up with him, to feel his skin entirely against yours while you were in bed. It was different this way; you liked it far more.
โI really like your body.โ
โYeah?โ
Your fingers trailed from his chest to his stomach, resting there for only a moment before moving back up to be placed right above his heart. You liked to feel the beat of it, to know that he was a person even if he didnโt want to be one. But you couldnโt really blame him, could you? He was raised to believe that he was being made to be the best. He was raised in the same way that cattle or a prize pony would be raised. Not to see himself as a person with feelings, not to see inherent value in himself, but to be the best. To be the prodigal son.
Years ago, when you first joined The Seven, maybe that wasnโt how you would have seen things. You were normal back then, despite your past. As normal as you could be, anyway. But you werenโt someone with blood on your hands on purpose. Youโd killed a parent by accident, and that was an almost common occurrence in new Supes - if it wasnโt a parent, it was a sibling or a friend. But it was often discovered through tragedy.
Yet, you werenโt the one to kill people just because you could. You avoided it; you didnโt like violence. But now you were comfortable with it, apologetic about it. And maybe you werenโt just as bad as him in every sense, but the inherent codependency that had formed had made you practically inseparable. His crimes felt like they were your crimes, and maybe they were to some, since you looked past them. But it didnโt scare you; nothing about him really did. Not from the moment you first met him or now, with your hand leaving his chest so you could rest your face there instead.
โI think youโre one of the only people whoโs never disliked me.โ He spoke like he was whispering, but no one was here to hear it, anyway.
โI love you, you know. Thatโs why.โ
โI know.โ
You didnโt need him to say anything back; he wasnโt the type, you figured. But he didnโt fight it, so you went to sleep rather soundly; heโd always been in awe of the fact that you slept in his arms without a worry in the world.
young men are getting radicalised into being misogynistic because society is really misogynistic and misogyny makes men powerful. and also because it's not legal to shoot podcasters for sport
