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synopsis: you get taken as hostages in a bank robbery with your husband and your baby. homelander rescues you. he sees that you’re lactating, and proceeds to break into your home one night when you’re alone.
WARNINGS‼️: noncon, piv, mommy kink, age difference (younger reader), age play, pacifier kink, lactation kink, breastfeeding, fingering (f receiving), oral on f, oral on m, belly bulge, size kink, dry-humping, sloppy kissing, forced relationship, kidnapping, possessive behavior, dacryphilia
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you and your husband josh have been together for two years now. highschool sweethearts. you got pregnant rather fast and wanted to keep it, so here you are. with your stroller, buying diapers.
you’re headed for the bank next, since you need to open up a savings account for heather, your baby.
you’re leaning on josh as you wait for your turn. josh is amusing heather.
then, suddenly.
”everyone get the fuck down!” a voice shouts.
six men in masks walk in, holding guns.
everybody screams.
”shut up and get down!” one of the men shouts.
you obey, getting on the ground. heather starts crying. you take her into your arms, hushing her.
a guard grabs her gun, but one of the men is quick to shoot her.
you start crying as well. josh takes you into his arms. ”we’ll be okay, baby. let’s just stay down. i bet homelander will be here soon”, he tries to calm you down.
”shut that fucking baby up!” one of the men yells at you.
you continue hushing heather, teary-eyed.
two of the men head to the back with some bank worker, and the rest stay there, guarding the hostages.
one of the men approaches you.
”new mom, huh..” he murmurs. he kneels down and takes you buy the hair.
”don’t touch her!” josh hisses.
the man grins and knocks josh out with the gun.
”baby!” you cry, trying to get him to wake up.
”shh, love”, the man says, stroking your cheek.
then, someone speaks.
”hello boys”, it’s homelander. he’s standing at the door. queen maeve is with him.
”don’t take another step or i’ll start shooting them! i’ll start with the pretty mommy!” the man shouts.
homelander is quick to use his laser on the men, taking their weapons.
queen maeve knocks two of them out while homelander starts tying two of them up.
the police rush to the building, along with some medics to make sure that everyone’s okay. queen maeve runs after the two robbers remaining, who have probably run out the back door.
josh wakes up.
”baby, are you okay?” you ask.
he nods, holding his head.
homelander approaches you.
”the baby’s alright?” he asks.
”y-yeah..” you say, starstruck.
”oh my god, homelander! thank you!” josh says.
”it’s nothing, it’s my job to keep the people safe”, homelander says with a smile. you don’t know how to explain it, but it doesn’t seem like a genuine smile. he seems fake.
heather starts fussing. you take your breast out and start breastfeeding her.
”how old is she?” homelander asks.
”four months”, you say.
”what a little miracle”, homelander says with that same, fake smile. you feel uneasy, having him watch you breastfeed. josh doesn’t seem to mind, he’s busy thanking homelander.
the police interrogates you, after that you’re free to go. you go to the hospital to get josh and heather checked out.
then you head home, tired and shocked after the day.
you put heather to sleep, then you cuddle up in josh’s arms.
”what a fucking day”, he says.
”yeah”, you say, letting out a deep sigh.
”should i cancel that trip tomorrow?” josh asks.
”no baby, you could get a promotion! we’ll be okay, i can always call my mom”, you answer.
josh kisses you on the cheek. ”you’re perfect, did you know that?” he says.
you chuckle.
the next day josh leaves for the work trip. you’re alone with heather. she sleeps and cries most of the time, so you’re either watching tv or holding her.
homelander, john is alone in the meeting room. he stayed there after all the others had left. he’s sitting in his chair, thinking about you.
a young, beautiful mom. full breasts. you were so cute, all teary-eyed and scared. until he came to rescue you. surely you would want to thank him.
you don’t know it, but homelander followed you home yesterday. he had to know where you live.
he’s thinking about it. sure, it’s wrong. for a superhero to abuse his powers like that. but does he really care? no, he doesn’t. when he wants something he gets it. and he heard you talking about that work trip with your husband, he knows you’re alone.
so he leaves the building.
you’ve just put heather to sleep. you’re watching tv and drinking some wine, pretty relaxed. the robbery is still fresh in your mind. you would feel better if josh was at home, but you’re sure he’s going to get that promotion. and you surely need it.
suddenly, a sound. it’s coming from the front door.
you stand, following the noise.
and then you see him.
homelander. standing right in front of you in the living room.
you let out a scream.
”shh, shh”, homelander hushes you. ”no need to scream”, he says. ”just here to make sure you’re okay”, he adds.
”i’m- i’m fine”, you say.
he takes a step closer to you. you instinctively back off.
”fine? doesn’t seem like it”, homelander says. ”you’re all alone..” he adds.
"homelander..." you start, but he cuts you off.
"call me john", he says.
he sits down on the couch. ”come here”, he says.
you just stare. ”john- get out- get out of my house”, you say.
homelander chuckles. ”are you really gonna talk to me like that? me?” he says.
he taps on the couch, signaling you to come join him. your hesitantly obey, sitting down next to him.
”what do you want?” you ask.
john chuckles. ”isn’t it obvious?” he says. he leans in, putting his arm around you.
”no!” you say, trying to back off. but he has a strong grip on you.
”you’re so young… so sweet and pure.. like the holy mary”, he murmurs.
”you’re leaking…” he says, staring at your breasts. and sure enough, your top is stained with milk.
you notice drool forming at the corner of his mouth.
he gently cups one of your breasts.
”don’t touch me!” you hiss.
”shh, mommy”, homelander whispers.
then his mouth is on yours. a wet, intrusive kiss. his tongue pushes past your teeth as he licks into you with a lot of enthusiasm.
you whimper and try pulling away, but he’s not letting you move. he keeps smacking his lips against yours, drooling all over you. he’s actually whimpering while kissing you, and you can feel his body trembling against yours.
when he finally pulls away it’s with a wet smack and a line of drool connecting your mouths.
”you’re gonna be my mommy”, he says, almost casually. ”i’m your baby”, he adds.
”no way!” you whine.
”don’t talk back”, homelander hisses.
he pulls up your top, exposing your leaking breasts. he lets out a groan at the sight.
”christ, you’re so beautiful”, he says.
you cover yourself up. he tsk’s. ”stop that”, he says, like you’re doing something offensive.
he forces your hands away, staring at your breasts.
”hold me, mommy”, he whines, putting his arms up like he wants to be picked up.
when you don’t react he forces himself on your lap, head under your breasts.
you start crying.
"shh, shh, mommy, don’t cry", he coos.
he latches onto your tits like a baby, eagerly suckling on your milk. he’s slurping loud, moaning.
it’s all over his face as he drinks, he’s messy with it.
he lets out a burp and keeps going, lapping up your milk like his life depends on it.
he keeps going for at least ten minutes, sucking and moaning and whimpering, gulping loudly.
you just cry.
when he stops he kisses you with his milk-stained lips, he tastes sweet.
"mommy’s turn to feel good", he murmurs, laying you down on the couch.
"no, no no! please stop", you sob.
"shh, mommy, let me take care of you", he purrs.
he climbs on top of you, squeezing your wrists above your head. you can feel your bones cracking from his rough touch.
he pulls down your sweatpants and underwear, revealing your cunt. he twirls his fingers on it.
"mommy’s all wet", he says with a triumphant grin.
you freeze. you couldn’t be? but you really are.
he starts kissing and sucking on your neck, going down to your breasts.
he latches onto your tits again, drinking your milk. then he starts humping your leg. his hard cock is grinding against your leg as he dry-humps you like a fucking dog. he’s whimpering while doing it too, sounding pathetic as hell.
he licks your leaking breasts clean, then he starts smooching on your belly.
"i wanna see you all round with my baby..." he murmurs, gently nibbling on your skin. he licks your bellybutton and descends to your inner thigh.
he kisses it gently before leaning in on your wet cunt. he inhales. "fuck, you smell amazing", he says. he spreads you open roughly.
"please don’t", you cry. "i have a husband", you say.
"he’s not here, is he? he left poor mommy all alone, no one to take care of you", he says, mock-sad.
he licks through your folds once, twice. you flinch. he moans. ”ahh fuck, you taste like heaven”, he groans.
his mouth crashes against yours cunt as he starts lapping up your fluids, tongue going everywhere. you cry out from the sensation.
his tongue goes to your clit next as he starts eagerly sucking on it, closing his lips around it.
”a-ahh, no- stop”, you mewl.
he doesn’t stop. he just chuckles and keeps eating you like a starved man.
your legs are shaking already. his fingers are digging into your soft skin as he eats you, surely bruising. he’s holding back, of course he is. he could crush you in the blink of an eye. but he won’t.
”come for me, please mommy”, he whines, almost like a child.
he’s making out with your cunt hungrily, drooling all over you.
you squirt on him then. he swallows everything. then he takes off his glove. he shoves two thick fingers inside you, hooking them.
you cry out, arching your back.
he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you while sucking on your clit.
you’re squirting all over him, the couch is a mess at that point.
”c’mon mommy, come for me”, he murmurs.
and you do. you sob as you come, your fluids wetting his face and fingers, your legs shaking uncontrollably.
homelander kisses your inner thigh and leans in on your breasts again.
”mommy, i want you to breastfeed me again”, he says.
”i don’t wanna!” you cry.
he starts pouting, his face slightly flushed, eyes glossy.
”but i’m your baby..” he mumbles.
he ignores your pleas as he starts drinking your milk again, smacking loudly.
your breasts are swollen and sore, red from where he’s sucking.
he has his eyes closed as he enjoys the taste of your milk.
”pet me”, he demands, and goes back to sucking on your nipple.
you reach out with a shaky hand, petting his hair. he starts literally purring, nuzzling his face even harder against yours tit.
he stops after another ten minutes and forces a wet kiss on your lips.
then he starts peeling off his suit. you freeze under him as he removes his clothing, revealing his toned chest. his belly is round from your milk.
he peels it all the way off, revealing his boxers. his cock is rock-hard.
”i want mommy to make me feel good”, he says, pulling down his underwear. his cock slaps your inner thigh.
”come here”, he orders.
”no”, you resist.
”i won’t ask a second time”, he hisses.
you hesitantly lean in on his cock. it’s huge. long and thick, the tip angry-red and already leaking precum.
”suck it”, he says.
when you hesitate he grabs your head and forces his length inside your mouth, all the way to your throat. you gag. it tastes salty, warm. his balls are smushed against your chin as he keeps you buried there.
then he starts thrusting. hard and rough, mouthfucking you without any gentleness.
you’re gagging and crying, but he doesn’t care.
he’s moaning loud and filthy, keeping you by your hair.
”fuuuuck yes, take it mommy”, he groans.
you taste his salty precum on your tongue.
”fuck, can’t come yet. i need you”, he murmurs. he pulls his cock out and makes you lie down again.
he rubs the tip of his cock against your entrance.
”no, no!” you cry.
”just relax”, he coos.
he starts pushing in, not gentle at all. it feels like he’s breaking you from the inside out, that’s how big he is.
”it hurts!” you sob.
”shh, mommy”, he purrs, stroking your cheek.
your belly bulges once he bottoms out. he puts his hand on the bulge. ”that’s where”, he says. ”that’s where i’ll breed you”, he continues.
you shake your head with teary eyes. homelander just grins.
he almost completely pulls out, only to slam back inside you with a force so strong your whole body aches.
he sets a brutal pace, thrusting inside you, balls slamming against your ass.
he’s fucking you without any softness or kindness, but like he wants to break you.
he leans in to force a sloppy kiss on your lips. you shut your mouth as hard as you can as response. homelander scoffs and squeezes your nipple so hard that you let out a whimper. that’s when his slimy tongue pushes inside your mouth.
he eagerly twirls his tongue against your teeth and gums, then against your tongue.
wet, filthy smacks fill the room as he fucks you, your squirt dripping on his cock.
you’re crying, cheeks wet with tears. he starts kissing away your tears, tongue dragging lazily on your cheek.
”yeah, you’re gonna have my baby”, homelander whispers.
”no!” you sob.
he doesn’t listen, but buries himself inside you for one last time. you feel hot, thick spurts of cum pouring inside you.
he crashes on top of you, head on your breasts.
”i’m hungry again, mommy..” he says.
then he starts suckling at your breasts again. your milk flow doesn’t stop.
”god, you’re like a fountain”, he sighs, almost dreamily.
he’s slurping your milk loudly, kissing your breasts at the same time.
then he gets up, clearly to search for something.
he comes back with a children’s book and a pacifier.
”mommy, read to me”, he says, sitting on your lap like a child.
”i’m not doing that”, you say.
”yes you are”, homelander says, squeezing you hard, threatening.
you open the book with shaky hands. homelander puts the pacifier inside his mouth, resting his head on your breasts.
you feel sick to your stomach.
he’s sucking loudly on the pacifier, grossing you out.
as you read you notice his cock hardening again.
you finish the book and homelander gets up, dressing himself. he dresses you next.
you think it’s finally over, but he grabs you, scooping you up into his arms, walking out the door.
”stop, let me go!” you yell. he ignores you and starts flying.
you scream.
the city looks small under your feet, his speed only making you really see lights.
he takes you to his apartment at the vought tower. no one is around at nighttime, at least you don’t see anyone.
at his apartment he starts immediately kissing you. you cry and squirm, but he won’t budge.
"you like smooches, mommy?" he asks, kissing your teary cheek.
you shake your head, bawling. you can’t seem to stop sobbing.
"take me back! my baby is there!" you cry.
"don’t worry, i already have someone going to take care of heather while your idiot husband is away", homelander says.
"from now on you’re mine, you’ll live here with me", he says, like it’s final.
"no, no way!" you yell.
"shh", he hushes you. then he forces his lips on yours again.
he pulls away to make more of his terrifying promises.
"you’ll give birth to my baby", he says. "you’ll be my wife", he adds. "you’ll have everything you could ever want. clothes, perfume, jewelry. i’ll spoil you rotten", he continues.
"i want my husband!" you sob.
"he’s useless, i’ll love you so much better", homelander says.
"now come here and give me a kiss", he says, making a kissy noise at you. you shudder.
"if you don’t obey me maybe i’ll crush your husband’s head", he threatens you. "or i’ll crush little heather. she’d be so easy to pop", he says, like he’s discussing the weather.
you start crying harder, but end up leaning in and putting your lips on homelander’s.
he moans against your lips, cupping both your cheek’s.
"see? so much better when you do as i say", he says with a smile.
he starts removing his suit again. you dissociate until you see him standing in front of you only in his boxers again.
"you know what to do", he says.
you gulp and kneel, pulling his boxers down. his hard cock slaps your cheek.
you take his tip inside your mouth, twirling your tongue on it. homelander moans loudly.
"deeper, mommy", he says.
you obey, making his cock reach your throat. you gag, but keep going, your tears wetting his cock.
homelander’s moaning loud and filthy, grinding himself against you.
"fuck, you’re good", he says.
his cock feels hot and hard inside your mouth, it’s twitching, leaking precum. you swallow it, you have no choice.
it’s too big, your jaw is hurting.
he finally comes with a loud grunt. you taste his salty cum on your tongue. you whimper and try pulling away, but he grabs you.
"swallow it. every last drop", he demands.
you obey, gulping down his fluids.
you start coughing when he finally pulls out.
"hold me", he demands, laying down on his bed.
you’re trembling.
panic hits you. you start rushing to the door, trying to get away.
homelander is quick, caging you into his arms.
"no, no, no, mommy’s not going anywhere", he says. "now we’re gonna cuddle", he demands.
he forces you into his arms on the bed, pulling the covers on both of you.
he takes the pacifier from the bedside table and puts it inside his mouth, clearly soothed by it.
I'm missing homie rn.. What 'bout some relationship hc's / fic pre-batshit homelander? Pretty pls with sprinkles on top 🫡🫡
this might be a bit shit cause it's a bit rushed but i hope u still like it🫡
Dating Pre-Batshit Homelander Headcanons
★ Despite what the public might think, Homelander isn't naturally affectionate– he's affectionate because he's starving for it. The first time you casually reach for his hand, his whole body locks up in fight or flight, because nobody ever touches him without wanting something.
★ John absolutely memorizes everything about you– your coffee order, the rhythm of your heartbeat, your favorite movie, the exact blanket you like for each situation… Shit, he even knows your social security number for God’s sake.
★ Homelander loves hearing praise from you more than he'll ever admit. Compliments from fans feel good, sure– but compliments from his partner? Now that’s a whole nother level of satisfaction.
★ If he's had a particularly bad day at Vought, he doesn't want advice– he just wants to lay his head on your lap, letting you run your fingers through his hair. These silent, shared moments are a hundred times better for him than you trying to give him solutions to his problems.
★ He is constantly seeking reassurance in subtle ways, he won’t outright ask you to voice these things. (Mainly because that would come off as vulnerability and weakness) Instead, he’ll let little hints drop like: "Did you miss me?" … "Will you wait for me?" … "Do you want me to be there?" … “What did you think of my last movie?”
★ He's clingier than anyone would expect– not in public, obviously. But in private? He's always touching you somehow. Whether it’s a hand on your waist, your leg pressed against his under the table, his arms around your back…
★ Homelander acts confident, but he gets jealous ridiculously easily. He trusts you– he just doesn't trust everyone else around y’all. After all, who wouldn’t want to have the only thing America’s golden boy genuinely loves and guards with his life?
★ Being loved is completely foreign to him. Affection that goes beyond the cameras, PR stunts, public ratings or crowd’s cheering? That’s a wild concept to him– just you choosing him every day? Him, as in John, not Homelander. He’ll spend every second of his life compensating for that privilege (your love) he’s convinced he hasn’t earned yet.
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride. Morning, noon, and night, he can pump me full and turn me into his own personal Supe making factory
