i put the finale on again and got to the scene where the lawyer came back again and it is pissing me off sooooo bad. you should not be speaking a word to dr. mel king about them wanting to depose her again until you have STOOD IN FRONT OF A JUDGE and said your honor i don't know why they need more time they closed the record and released her and we don't have any new information at this time that would warrant a second deposition. if they wanted to ask dr. king more questions they should have done it before her deposition ended, and if they felt they needed more time to ask or prepare more questions they should have done what they were supposed to and asked on the record for more time at a later date. they didn't. frankly it seems like they're trying to harass one of my witnesses because they think she's easy to make nervous, and that's not the purpose of a deposition.
Ok I love cock humiliation but I'm on the other end of the spectrum, since I actually have a smaller one myself... I love the idea of being fattened up to the point where I've become completely worthless in bed with my feeder resorting to using a strap on because she can't even find my nub... Teasing me the whole time talking "You played with fire and got burned, didn't you fatboy? You cant even fuck me so now... I have to fuck you tubby." The grabbing my fat rolls or belly hang to drive the strap farther and farther into me 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
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SO WHAT IF: homelander got with a Female SO who is a screamer in bed. Not because it hurts but it feels sooo good. Better if she’s a quiet, timid employee at vought he finds endearing.
(He is so interesting. I can see him with strong women as seen in the show, but he would also like a submissive thing that fawns over him. He’s so versatile with ships!)
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the semi-public sex would go HARD.
Also I'd love to see Homelander discover this. Such a difference to when they're just being cute and lovely or interacting at work. Here's her screaming his praises. Even though timid, she'd be making sure he knows how good it feels. Having had partners before who either found her vocal cries either disturbing or annoying, she wants to make sure he knows she's feeling good. All thanks to him.
Also at first she's super quiet and holds back, not wanting to be too much and freak him out. Until he forces it out of her one way or another...
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He knows you've always been reluctant to move your bedroom activities to other, more risky, places. Yet the thought of getting everyone to hear you get the life fucked out of you sounded too good to pass on.
"You gotta keep quiet for me sweetheart. Or everyone out there is gonna hear you sing for me." Except he has you on your back on your office desk, bent in half, knees next to your chest as he's stuffing you full of his cock. The squelching noise your bodies make on each slide is deafening enough without your screams and moans getting in the way.
Before he buried himself in you, he's spent good time getting you ready, feasting on your cunt until you were sopping wet and ready to take him the way you always want to. Full throttle without stopping.
And with each thrust you get louder and louder. You mumble just how good, ahh ahh, s'good it feels. How good he feels. It's barely coherent but Homelander licks up every word of praise from your lips.
Now that he's learned how to get you to let go he doesn't hesitate to abuse the sensitive spot inside you with short snappy thrusts until you sing for him freely.
Although there's no debating whether or not your moans are easily heard from the hallway, the answer comes swiftly anyway.
Someone knocks on the door. "Uhmm, is everything okay? I've come to bring you the paperwork you asked for." One of your co-workers sounds from the other side of the door.
Homelander takes pleasure in knowing it's the off-putting man he's seen attempt to flirt with you. Yes, let him hear. Let him hear how nobody could ever make you scream this way. Nobody but Homelander.
He gives you a head tilt that says 'see?' and he clamps his hand over your mouth while he rams you even harder. The wooden desk legs squeak horribly against the floor as the desk moves forward with every snap of his hips.
Still, Homelander puts good effort into keeping his voice stable. "Buddy, now's really not the time. Leave it till tomorrow."
"B-b-but." Even though the man is usually oblivious to Homelander's presence anytime he oversees his inappropriate behaviour, at least now he understands there's more at stake.
"Leave." His eyes power up automatically with his tone and while the disaster of a man can't see him, the shift in atmosphere is palpable.
At least from his perspective. Homelander's still fucking your brains out and you're barely aware of the situation. It feels too good to give up on the haze of pleasure lighting up your nerves and force yourself to face the real world where there's embarrassment that comes with nearly getting caught.
He watches the guy scuttle off at his menacing tone.
Finally, Homelander returns his attention back fully to you.
"Look how much attention you're attracting." He lets himself get back in the moment. His voice wavers when you squeeze around him.
"What's that, hah you want more?" He grips onto the desk, letting his pent up energy go into splintering the wood and not the fragile bones of your pelvis.
"Bet they'd all love to see what you're screaming for huh? Maybe I should let them. Let them know I'm the only fucking one to get you singing like this. Fffuck, yeah that's it. Feel so fucking good baby..." With his hand wedged in between your bodies he strokes your clit into completion.
Your screams are muffled by the leather of Homelander's glove and you let yourself scream your heart out as your cunt finally pulses around him with orgasm. The desk finally gives in and breaks when he spills inside you.
He puts all the force he wants to squeeze you with into destroying the office furniture. Because at the end of the day you're the irreplaceable one.
i’m about to go to bed but let me drop off this thought: big brother suna who sweet talks you into sitting on his lap because no way you’ll ever grow out of doing so, he’s your nii-san after all and it’s not weird at all, right? who is more than eager to indulge you in your request for kissing lessons and who might as well slip a hand under your skirt while he’s at it because there is sooo much else he can teach you <3
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the heat of his hand guiding yours beneath the fabric, dipping slowly past the waistband of your panties while you squirm in his lap
"tell me where it feels good," he whispers, lips pressed to your jaw before he's using his free hand to turn your face towards him, beckoning you closer so that he can press his tongue against yours, softly guiding, pulling you deeper into the feeling of him while he guides you to drag your fingers through the heat between your thighs
"rintarou-nii," it's a plea for something, for relief from the tightness that's building in your belly, molten and unavoidable
his breath catches and he barely manages to stifle the moan that tries to crawl up his throat, instead focusing on the way he's guiding your hand, small and inexperienced, closer and closer to pressing your fingers inside, past the soft halo of hair and into the depths of dew and heat
"right here?" he asks, voice low and rough, edged with something teasing, curling his finger against yours
you make a soft, choked sound, "i want--nii-san, i need-“
“breathe,” he’s quick to soothe as he pushes your fingers deep, “let nii-san take care of you”
no lube no protection all day all night feet in the air on the kitchen counter screaming shaking from the bathroom sink to the shower vertical horizontal diagonal quadratic exponential logarithmic have him gasping for air crying shitting pissing doggy style reverse cowgirl missionary on a chair in the car on a plane and in the yard in a train in spain even in a box and with a fox on a truck on a trampoline in a bounce house bent over in a basement in a mental hospital at Chuck E. Cheese toes curling back arching spine tingling atrocious ludicrous edging BDSM blood play rope burns on top of a toilet in a-
