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Content: homelander x fem!reader, nsfw, chest play, comfort/care
Summary: He loves sucking on your breasts
Tw: sexual content, implied nursing (didnt write if theres milk, its up to your imagination), homelander ig lol
A/N: i cooked this up in a flash, idk if its any good but i hope you enjoy ♡
Your hand was slowly brushing up the nape of his neck, combing through those pristine golden strands before resuming their endlessly repeating journey once more. Hollander's head was tucked just under your chin as he let you hold him, warm, safe, loved.
His fingers had found purchase on the bare skin just under the hem of your shirt, lightly gripping skin just before he stirred a little. His lips brushed over your collarbone, your throat, your sternum before that bothersome fabric obstructed his pathway down. He nudged the soft curve of your bosom in a silent request that seemed to occur more often than not when he was this close to your chest.
You weren't quite sure when it had started to truly manifest, this habit of his, or maybe it was a ritual at this point. Whether it was solely a soothing practice or something sexual wasn't clear to you either, and the lines between nurturing and arousing seemed to blur so easily with him.
Nevertheless, you began to unbutton your shirt to reveal the soft hills resting in your bra before you resumed the gentle caress over his neck. Homelander was quick to burry his face in the comforting warmth between your breasts, breathing in your scent, this one right there specifically before his teeth grazed your skin.
Pointy canines nipped at your breast gently a few times before they found that little, delicate piece of fabric that held the formfitting cups and everything inside together and tore it into two with one distinct pull. His gaze was fixed on the way those womanly apples spilled over your ribcage with a peculiar kind of hunger even as you tugged on his hair enough to pull a displeased whine from his lips for destroying another piece of lingerie over his obsession.
Hed buy you a new one. Like last time. Like next time. Maybe you should invest in bras with front facing clasps to escape this vicious cycle...
Because nothing and nobody could stop the Homelander from this. A soft, low groan escaped him as the peaks of your breasts were already getting ready for him. He licked his lips before he dragged his tongue over the bouncy slope and swallowing your nipple whole in his mouth.
Another needy moan rumbled in his throat as he started sucking in long, deliberate drags like he was nursing from you while his free hand cupped your ribcage just below your tit. He shifted slightly, adjusting to this new position while his stiff length rubbed against your leg.
But he didn't move, didn't push, didn't ask for more because this was enough. This was all he wanted. He had a blissed out expression as he suckled your nipple, occasionally dragging his tongue over the stiff heap before going back to the steady, rhythmic motion.
You could feel the heat slowly coiling in your gut, how every motion of the wet warmth on your sensitive flesh made it worse. But you didn't have the heart to pull away and take what you wanted. No, you could be patient for now, giving him the care he so desperately craved while running your fingertips over the short stubs of hair at the nape of his neck.
Don't worry, you would get what you craved soon enough. He would show you how grateful he is and how gluttonous when it came to you. He will be your good boy; your needy, insatiable, good boy.
in the past i've described my experience of being an ace with a sex drive as being hungry with no appetite, but actually my experience is more like being hungry and never going out to eat because i always have all the tools and ingredients to make exactly what i want, exactly how i want it, at home. i don't want other people in my kitchen and i certainly don't want to be in anyone else's kitchen. love reading about fictional kitchens, though.
That ‘comment on your a03 work’ email hits like a line of cocaine every time. unmatched dopamine increase. shoutout to everyone who leaves a comment on fics. you deserve the world
Confession: Cullen trying to kick his lyrium addiction but the only thing that alleviates his cravings is being balls deep in the Inquisitor. Kinda fuck or die but he's replaced his addiction to lyrium with an addiction to pussy
one of my favorite things about my job that i can say to people that sounds utterly ridiculous but is technically 100% true is that one of our sea turtles keeps trying to get me to commit a felony on her behalf and gets SUPER cranky when i won’t do it
this is because she is spoiled rotten and LOVES head and shell scritches. every time i go to the tank she’s in to collect water samples while she happens to be awake and swimming near the surface, she sees my hand enter the water and immediately comes over to try and get my attention, headbutting the dive platform and splashing water at me and generally making a huge fuss.
unfortunately, because she is also a ~100yr old green sea turtle, i legally cannot touch her. she’s a protected species, and a fairly prominent individual at that, and im not one of the aquarists who dives into that tank NOR am i a vet, so i’m not among the handful of people who are ALLOWED to give her scratchies. she knows all of the divers personally, and knows that i am not one of them. she doesn’t care. she wants attention and because she’s the specialest princess in the entire universe she will do anything in her power to get it.
she also throws a big ol tantrum when i end up not petting her. she’ll stick up her head to snort water at me, slap at the platform and ladder with her fins, and then swim under the dive platform and bump her shell against the bottom — she’s a 500lb turtle, which is a lot of weight for her to be throwing around. i usually have to move pretty quick to get off the platform and onto solid ground cuz there have been times where i’ve genuinely felt like i was about to lose my balance and REALLY didn’t want to end up falling into the tank.
^ myrtle, throwing a tantrum because she was unsuccessful at peer pressuring me into violating the endangered species act
