More Antony characters here: @antonia-starrvinova. Collab blog: @hes-the-muse (all blogs are 18+ only.)
| 18+ only blog.| Stories will contain smut/sex so you have to be over 18 to read.
One Shots:
Stage Left
Stained Glass
Salted Blues ‘beach fic’
Patience, Baby. ‘club fic’
And Breathe ‘KMZ AU’
Aquarium Date ‘Red Roses AU’
Baby, Talk To Me
UNTITLED Homelander x supe reader
SMUTCATION
BAECATION | Antony Starr x Reader
RED ROSES AU | Homelander
Homelander strikes up a romantic relationship with a girl at work, they have to make it work despite his issues and his underlying personal struggle of having never been loved.
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KOMM ZU MIR AU | (VtM) Ventrue!John / Vamp!John
TUPPERWARE HEART AU | Homelander
A more intense obsessive Homelander who would not think twice to do terrifying things to win her heart.
Smutcation: heavy smut driven, wildin the fuck out you know the vibes
OR
Baecation: fluffy and sweet, fluffy smut whatever you like
Quoted from her Challenge post by @fineanddandy.
Credits: Gifsets by @homielander X | X, Gifset by @animusrox (No. You stay back.). Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Dialogue in italics is from the deleted scene with Homelander and Maeve.
Words: 1,986
Homelander x Reader
Rating/ Warnings: ☑☑☑ = 18+ smut, sexual content, still a bit fluffy and angsty.
Song: Lana Del Rey - Salvatore
'All the lights in Miami begin to gleam
Ruby, blue and green, neon too
Everything looks better from above, my king
Like aquamarine, ocean's blue'
Notes:
A coastal town.
A pier.
Glittering lights.
Pier at night. A blood moon.
A lighthouse.
Homelander shining laser eyes through the top of the lighthouse.
To show you that his heat vision is just as good as the lighthouse itself, he breaks the light and lasers through.
He's not gonna continue heat vision to maintain the light. He needs to take you in that lighthouse.
He'll endanger ships for you. To prove a point that he wants and needs you.
'All the lights in Miami begin to gleam
Ruby, blue and green, neon too'
You and him on the edge of the pier in the dark in the night. His Cape gently flowing in the night breeze. Warm and gentle. He stands there steely and cold.
Aquamarine oceans blue turn to blue black night time waters. His eyes from a bright blue to a deep hue. His mood changed with the evening tide. Drifting towards the horizon progressing into the depth of his insecurity.
'Why did you hesitate?' He stays facing the water.
'I took your hand.'
'But you hesitated.' His tone is firm and steady as he keeps looking towards the glittering lights on the other side of the estuary.
Shoulders back, feet firmly planted.
You place your feet onto the edge of the planks placing your hand around his bicep. He shifts under your touch. The reflection of the blood moon is leaving a glittering path on the water's surface, you both stand under the ambience of the red hot moon, and as you turn to look him, his stormy blues have an added veil of red.
'Don't be angry.'
'You can't tell me when to be angry. Got it ?' He turns to face you and his eyes are spilling crimson light.
'But I can kiss you.' You grab his face in both hands and as his hair is blowing in the wind, his fiery stare at breaking point, you press your lips to his with a full passion. Homelander's arms move over your face, him leaning against you and opening his mouth to kiss you deeply. He pulls back quickly looking more agitated than before. You pull him towards you defiantly, landing on his mouth licking over his lips to tease him to open. He tips you by your shoulders, over the edge of the pier. You fall with him.
He's flying out into the night sky over the red reflections of the cold waves. Over to the other side of the estuary, where a lighthouse sits.
Everything looks better from above, my King.
Acquiescing over the ocean with him, the moon beaming from above looking even more impressive.
The chalky walls of the lighthouse curving. The lofty heights amp up your heartbeat. The night, chilly and uninviting towards the open ocean.
He lands you over the balcony first, furiously flipping his cape, grips the balcony rail looking over the edge, then turning round stalks towards you. He steps away then back to you pacing up and down, finger wagging, eyes glaring.
His hair is wild and unruly, being whipped by the sea breeze.
'Why do you think we're up here huuh? What you think you can snub me that easily and I wouldn't notice.' He's yelling at you.
'John, it didn't mean that..'
He steps forward abruptly pointing a finger at you teeth gritted.
'You need to know your actions have consequences, I can't have you thinking I don't care about you. Why didn't you think you needed to take my hand. Why are you being distant?' He growls.
You change your pace.
'John you're sexy like this.' Making your body language a neutral as possible.
'What did you say?' He snaps.
'I said you're sexy like this.' you repeat calmly.
Homelander walks up to you, clutching the back of your neck with his gloved hand, teeth clenching. He flies up to the top and you can't see him anymore. All you hear is a crash, then shards of glass breaking. The light above your King stopped shining. Almost total darkness.
You try to run up a service door to the top of the lighthouse, but an arm across the front of your torso stops you pulling you with him.
'John what are you doing? The light is out, we need to call the coastguard.'
'We don't need to call anyone.' He clutches you to his chest amongst the broken glass around your feet.
'You.' He points at you, resting his finger on your breast, you don't need to call anyone else, but me. Tell me you don't need anyone else.' He locks his eyes to you.
'John it's...'
'It's what?' he's livid.
'The ships.'
'What about the ships?' He taunts.
'They'll crash.'
'So let them crash. There's no time for saving them when I'm focused on you.'
He leads you inside the lighthouse, shooting beams through the lens out to sea to demonstrate to you he can keep them going. A wide beam of dispersed red light travels through the air into the darkness.
'You don't mean to tell me you're gonna stand here all night looking for ships to guide?'
'That's precisely right. I'm not going to do that. I need to show you that I can do everything for you, and I'm willing to risk boats crashing for you.' He's growling in your ear, feet placed either side of yours he's practically on top of you even though you are both standing.
'You've been a very bad girl rejecting me like you did. It makes me unhappy. '
'Do you want me unhappy?' he whispers.
'John, I could say I'd hate to make you unhappy but I'd be lying'.
He cocks his head.
'If I get this side of you more often...' you look up at him from under your lashes.
Reaching out to his chest you rip open the lapel on the front of his chest. 'You're making it a lot harder for me to be a good girl.'
He looks down then back at you. Your eyes now locked on him, as he watches you his eyes lighting your way, you shove him forward hard, palms on his shoulders, he doesn't budge much and you push him back again, he hardly wobbles on his feet only glares and growls, looking like he's gonna kill.
He unwraps his suit from his chest, topless he's magnificent. Broad shoulders tapering into his masculine waist, hip bones popping under the gold buckle.
Your hand reaches there to the edge of the belt fingertips against his skin, he grabs your wrist, snaps your face to his, pinching your jaw between his thumb and index finger.
'Don't you move. I get to tell you when you can touch me.'
His stare is devastating, unfaltering.
His hand reaches for his waist, lowering his pants to reveal more skin, more hipbone and his hard cock.
'Be a good girl, then, get on your knees and suck my dick.'
Just hearing him say it makes you wet and deliciously tingly. You don't need him to ask you twice. The red light above you is just enough to see, running your hands over his hipbones, his skin is soft and delicate there. Holding your palms against him, you lick the underside of his cock, making him twitch. Kissing the tip and slowly deepthroating him until he hits the back of your throat, over and over, speeding up only a bit with each swallow. He's starting to get weak and shaky. You feel Homelander's hand in the back of your hair pulling you back up to stand.
'You've done so well but not so fast.'
'Hmmph?!'
His lit eyes flash once at your protest. Fingers digging into your sides to lift you by the waist, pulling down your trousers.
He pins your back against the wall, propping you up against it, lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his waist. He supports you with his strength so easily just like that.
Everything looks better from above my King.
He looks up at you, your line of sight just above his. He pulls your panties to one side, pulls the fabric within an inch of its life. The curve of the muscle at the top of his thighs brushes against the back of your thighs lifting you, his narrow hips nestling in between your legs, spreading them as he moves forward comfortably locking your knees over his hips. The tip of his cock glistening, slipping against you.
'John' You buck your hips against him, he holds you against the wall firmer, grunting and sinking into you. You feel the deliciousness of him sliding to the base, past your clit each time, he knows what angle to take. Your head falls back against the wall, his eyes stop glowing red and you finally see his pupils. His mouth is parted and the way he's looking at you adds to your desire for him. He fucks you against the wall until you're moaning 'John.'
'John don't stop!' You're almost crying tears while calling his name.
Wriggling up and climbing the wall as he slows down into you, dragging you up higher up the wall. He eases up, his open panting mouth turning into a line, composing himself and turning on his eyes with a glare, he throws a devious grin onto his face. He pulls back, no longer inside you, and you whine.
'John I told you not to stop!' You pull his hair in disagreement.
He raises you higher and hovers his lips over your clit, rolling his tongue over as he talks . 'Who am to you?'
'Ugh..my King! '
'Good. Say that you're mine.'
'I'm yours Homelander! '
'I'm yours. John.' he exaggerates the words deliberately, flat tongue licking over your clit.
'OH my God. uuhh!'
'I didn't hear you' he glares up at you eyes smouldering. He repeats the motions and swipes his tongue again, one leg now hooked over his shoulder. 'Say, I'm yours. John.'
'I..I..I'm y-y-yours ...J-John ..yours.'
'Again.'' he brushes his face against your inner thigh and places a love bite there. A lingering bite that hurts in the right way.
'I'm yours John!' you manage to say without stumbling on your words. He looks up at you with residue anger. With a placated but disapproving face he lowers you back onto his hips, angling his thrusts in a way that hits your g spot head on then sinking further into you. His lips don't touch yours. Jaw clenched and focused on your orgasm he brings you closer and closer. You're sighing and moaning, not being able to control your grip on him anymore, he fully supports your weight as you are at his mercy.
'Oh John...please..'
He pins your arms to the wall, holding your wrists with one hand. Gloves crunching against your skin, starting to burn. You arch your back against the wall, writhing in bliss, waves of pleasure washing over you, but unlike the frigid waves of the sea out there you are a hot mess. Slipping down onto his cock a final time before you are coming undone, the orgasm almost hurts and you're screaming through it, your cheek against the wall not being able to take much more, he pants as you feel him throbbing inside you and you're screaming 'John!'
His eyes flash up again. He still looks angry but out of breath, energy depleted more than usual. Homelander collects you into his arms, he's still naked with his suit pants around his ankles. He holds you close. His lips on yours now, with love behind them, filling you up with emotion.
'I...' he hesitates, with a hand to your cheek.
You listen, your breathing evening out.
Homelander is still, but firmly holding onto you, pressing you against his chest.
You pull back looking him in the face 'Yea John?'
'Y/N...I...' he can't finish the words he wants to say.
'You're my King and I love you.'
There's a soft glare in his eyes and he looks away from yours. You detect him shaking his head.
You hold him a bit longer, then help him back into his suit caressing over his bare skin as you close up his lapel.
Homelander wraps you in his cape, scoops you up in his arms, and with a kiss to your forehead, picks you up and flies you both to the cabin.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ You caught his eye one day, and he never looked away. He might be polished under the glare of studio lights, but when you’re together, there’s no filter that can erase his devotion for you.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The secrecy has always been about protecting his image. Unless you're a first-rate supe, your tryst would crack the illusion he’s built. “They wouldn’t understand,” he said once, tracing lazy circles on your wrist. “They want somebody bulletproof, not a lapdog.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Once, Ashley walked in without knocking. You were lying under him, sheets tangled. Homelander didn’t flinch. He just turned his head and smiled that bright, boyish smile that made the crowds holler. “Hey, Ashley! Do you mind?” he said. She stammered, face pale, but his tone never shifted. “Word gets out, I’ll pop your eyes out with my thumbs. Okay?” When the door slammed shut, he just laughed softly and brushed a kiss to your temple. “See? Problem solved.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He’s always charming and pleasant to talk to. He’ll brush your hair behind your ear with fingers that have snapped bones before. “You know how special you are to me, right?” he’ll say. He's tender so long as you keep on his good side.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He loves asserting his control. For dates, he'll decide the time, place, and length of your meeting. “Can’t have you calling the shots, sweetheart,” he says with that soft, smug grin that makes your pulse spike. It's a facade, though. Call the shots, and you'll have him wrapped around your finger.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He spoils you with expensive gifts. He finds patriotism romantic and is sure that every token is red, white, blue, or flashing a national emblem.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Sometimes he hovers outside your window at night, just to watch you sleep. You never see him, but can feel his eyes. If you bring it up, he'll just tilt his head, amused. “Guess you’re just dreaming about me, huh?”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The man is starved for love. Show him your heart, and he's yours. Loyalty is fundamental, so expect him to stand behind you always.
More art inspiration: Homelander artwork by @arealtrashact here.
Warnings: A bit of violence. Cartoon slapstick, maybe.
Words: 626
Summary: In a flash of blue and red...trashy Burlesque wrestling.
Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics x x
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Burlesque babe with Beauty Queen hair, it's a sight for him to see, sleek nylons with suspenders, stacked with sparkling diamante. Pasties swinging as she chokeholds a luchador under her arm and one between her thighs.
He's never seen anything like it.
The Homelander stands tall, towering over the ring, blazing trails from his eyes. Feet wide apart, fists clenched by his sides, he looks mad as hell as he watches the scene unfold.
She doesn't miss a beat, even with the Fender guitar bashing her in the side as she sits atop the wrestlers' shoulders. But nothing seems to phase her and her smile sparkles as bright as her tiara.
She's like a cake topper on a luchador mountain. Arched brows and devious grin, sparks flying and tail feathers swinging, her Homelander red, glows in the club's dim coloured spotlights of reds and purples.
She holds a figure skater's pose all the way down to the ground, as the man under her topples and falls. In celebration of her victory, smiling at and sending air kisses into the crowd from her cherry red opera gloves, making an elegant perfect 10 landing.
Both luchadores on the ground, out cold. Two grown men were no match for her. He's gonna have to find out what this one is capable of. This supe showcase has never presented anyone he was interested in.
Let's see what she's got.
He marches up to the ropes, pulling them aside jumping over, into the ring.
The announcer shouts into the microphone. 'Let's hear it for Homelander vs. Crazy Dame.'
Homelander beams holding his arms up. He strolls up to her as the luchadores are mopped up from under her feet.
She's standing there looking smug, pleased with herself. Devastating.
'So you're the new one they're been talking about? Huh?'
'I am. You wanna go?' she taunts.
He lifts her by the waist with one arm, she feigns defeat with the back of her hand to her forehead. Going limp in his arms.
He's watching as she springs up with a roaring laugh and a fist to his face.
He looks up at her with angry eyes. He's fuming. He grabs her by the throat launching her forward.
His eyes twitching, rage flowing.
'You think you can mock me?' he tilts his head leaning to her ear, 'I wanna see you squirm. Give me what you've got.'
He lets go abruptly getting into the middle of the ring waiting for her.
Zigzags and stars fly as they fight, swinging and throwing each other around. She pins him to the floor, back of her elbow to his neck, lying across him.
'Vought is gonna pair you with me, so you're gonna have to mind your manners with me, Lady.' he says.
'I guess I'll have to get the fun out the way now?'
He gets out from under her, flipping her aside.
Red scorching rays cut through the blue tinted room, his chin tucked his eyes raised, glaring ahead.
He blinks slowly taking her in. 'Why stop so soon? The fun hasn't even begun.'
He walks back up to her, grabbing her arm. He crushes the crown in his fist, throws it to the floor, rips off her jewels, throws them asunder. Pushes her onto the floor now weighing her down.
'Pearls,' he says slowly through gritted teeth, leaning down pressing a finger into her clavicle, 'not diamanté, are a girl's best friend. Especially, for my girl. But you're not my girl are you.'
His eyes burning into her face with a bright blue gaze.
'Come see me when you start..and it might not be these cheap gems spilling over you.' Diamanté falls through his fingers collecting in the indented space between her clavicles.
Notes: What's the most disturbing lyric in 'Flesh Mechanic' ? About a heart in a Tupperware container...and I'm including Tupperware heart in Spooktober. The Smiths lyrics used as dialogue in italics.
Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics x Gif from post x by @differentfuckingbreed
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He stands there, caressing my face, hand on my cheek. With his expression loving and infatuated as he says it to me.
'Sweetness,' in his silky deep voice, he strokes my temple. 'Sweetness I was only joking when I said, I'd like to smash every tooth in your head.'
That deliberately slow sexiness in his voice, saying it in a demanding, pleading way. You just dare refuse to forgive.
But he's trying. He's really trying to mean it. He really means it. He thinks he means it. I don't think he knows he doesn't mean it.
He shows me the next day.
..
A box. Clear cloudy Tupperware. Bloody from the inside. It's on my desk just left there with a post it note on top.
Sweetness, for you. Homelander x
I unstick the glue from the plastic. My morbid curiosity overtakes me and I don't even hesitate to peel the lid back on one corner. I'm only careful not to splash myself with any blood. I get an apron and continue. If I squeeze the box the thing inside is squishy and muscular and slipping against the sides of the Tupperware. Weighing the box down. Chunky and horrific in my grip.
The whole thing is dark red and day old, veins and arteries sticking out of the top. It's truly disgusting.
I stop to send him a text.
Where did you get this --?!
Babe, hold it right there. Don't move. x
He walks in not long after. Tapping his fingers on the door frame looking at me with downcast eyes, a curious smile on his face, examining me. Testing my reaction.
'I got it from him.' He casually states and throws me a flashy smile.
'What?' I say.
'It's his.' he says with more of a firmness in his voice.
He is stalking towards me real slow, hands folded behind his back.
He reaches me and comes up real close. Looking down at me.
'You don't think you could get away with it did you?' he leans in as close as he can without touching my face, 'I love you, babe!'
His eyes are crinkled and smiling.
'Sooo', he tilts his face and his cheeks twitch, pausing to take in my face, 'I did the only thing that I could do, the only thing possible to teach you a lesson.'
He reaches his hand up under my chin. Holds it there, locks eyes on mine, his eyes sparkling, satisfied.
'He's no longer going to bother us babe. You know I couldn't forgive if you fell for someone else. I just couldn't take it.' He drops my face and straightens out, licks his lips and straightens his shoulders.
'And you were too close to falling for him, he might have given you his heart to his own detriment,' he laughs, 'Don't you think so?'
His golden hair bounces. 'Isn't it so perfect?'
He reaches his hand around the back of my neck, his eyes brimming with love and jealousy, and I know you will forget him, won't you?' he whispers in my ear, 'You'll never think of him again, because he doesn't exist.'
His lips touch my ear and that final syllable exaggerated for effect. His baritone voice rumbling, making me wet.
He moves in front of me again, his eyes gorgeous and shiny. 'And I won't, I won't have to,' his eye twitches and he's sucking a breath of air through his teeth, 'Ever have to smash those lovely teeth out of that pretty head of yours.'
He strokes my hair and his eyes are watering, glistening with pride, and a violent devotion.
'I'd never do that to you babe, you know...but what I would like to do, is smash the thought of him ever existing out of you.' His smile travels to his eyes which are a perfectly cute and sweet.
Homelander doesn't hesitate to swipe everything including the Tupperware heart onto the floor clearing the table. He leans his weight on me pushing me onto the surface. Opening my knees with his hands and planting himself in between them, pushing his hips up to me.
'Are you already wet for me?' he says, 'Only for me.' He reassures himself. 'You know there's no going back if you ever slept with another man? I wouldn't be able to...I really can't tell you what I would do. I only ever want you to be with me, you can only make love to me. Do you understand?'
'Ever? What if we're not dating? Then what? You'll stop me then, if we break up?
'Babe we'll always be dating.'
'Always? I didn't think we would always be dating.'
'But I want you.'
He grabs me by the scruff of my neck. 'I would not take my attention from you, I'm so upset that you would ever think to place your attention on someone else.'
My skirt comes off as he's holding me, he's pushing it down past my knees, his suit pants come down and he keeps me upright on the edge of the table, keeps me close.
'I want you to be mine.' He traces his hand along the inside of my thigh, tickling and soothing. Up by my knickers, pulling the lace aside, he rips them clean off. He kisses and pushes into me.
'You're the only person that can make me feel like I'm normal. I want that feeling to stay with me, I want you with me.'
He keeps whispering into both my ears, kissing my neck as he changes sides to say it.
'And how long do you want this to go on for? What are you really asking me? Come on John say what you mean. I don't want to date you.' I push him.
He bucks into me at my words, he's rougher this time.
I kiss him, stopping him from talking, for the moment. Taking down some of the rage by licking his tongue, distracting him until I tell him again.
'I don't want to date you. He had other plans if I agreed to him. Do you love me more than he did?' I catch his face when he's coming back from kissing my neck and balance my forehead on his, looking into his eyes. They light up in signature red at the words I say. I'm meeting his movements and slipping on the surface that is now soaked.
'John we can't continue dating.'
'I don't accept that.' he says.
He moves with deliberate strokes. Face almost composed, but unravelling as his jaw and face tremble.
'I fucking love you more than anyone! I killed him for you!'
'Ok. I want to believe you John.'
'Will you be mine?'
He knows exactly what he's doing as it's getting difficult to breathe.
'You tell me, I'm, yours all, the time.' I say.
'Will you be mine forever?' his movements calculated, hitting my upper wall, causing the heat and tension to build up.
'How?...can I be, if, we, stop, dating.'
'Tell me you...tell me you want to...' He slides up to my cervix and my hips are involuntarily tilting with the tension, my knees lifting up above his waist.
'I want you to be...' he huffs.
'I want...you to be my wife.'
He's trying to manipulate my response to this too, the tension and tightness is overwhelming. The tingling flows into waves and I shout out. 'Ohh my fucking God yes!'
He leans into me. 'You are so perfect.' he says.
He gets down in front of me on his knees, nestling his face and pressing his cheek between my knees as I am still perched on the edge of the table. His face is hazy with the afterglow, he looks like an angel, looking up at me smiling softly.
here’s a little comparison for people who say engagement hasn’t gotten that bad and anyone who complains is ungrateful.
these are two posts from my first go round on tumblr circa 2014-2017, my most popular gifset of all time
& a text post
notice how the ratio is about even on likes to reblogs?
here’s from this go around, my most popular gifset
and my most popular fic
do you see how that’s discouraging?
i love being on this site. i love the little community i’ve found and the people who follow me and the mutuals i’ve made friendships with and the mutuals that i’m still getting to know. i love it. but at a certain point it’s hard to justify spending so much time on works that get bad engagement.
reblog, comment, send asks. without them, this site doesn’t work.
Warnings: 18+ only. Sex. Smut. Do not read this post if you are under 18.
What to expect: Fluffy and smutty. New relationship. Sex.
Song: The Camper Velourium I: Faint of Hearts - Coheed and Cambria (Lyrics in italics.)
Words: 2.9k
SUMMARY: You wait for Antony to finish working at Comic Con for the day. He takes you with him on his event tour. Inspired by this one song.
Notes: Actor RPF but Antony is essentially an original character here, with the face claim of Antony Starr. Of course this is not about Antony in reality. This is fiction. I just love Antony.
Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Moodboard by @madhatter2727. Thank you so much! x Feedback/18+ banners by @maysdigitalarts
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I stretch my arms out, lying across the giant hotel bed we are staying in. I feel the comfort of resting my muscles after a long day at Comic Co. He’s still there but I’ve come back. It was too much for today.
I hear the key card unlocking the door and footsteps coming into the room. I’m face down on the bed, I have music on, some 2000’s nostalgia bands, Coheed and Cambria. It’s chilled and I’m too tired to move.
‘Hey!’ he calls to me.
He clicks the door into the en-suite and the tap runs. I stay relaxed, enjoying the feeling. I’m sober enough, but a bit more to drink and my vision would be swimming. He comes over to me, a light hand on my back. ‘You ok?’
‘Hmmm. Yeah.’
Antony sits down on the edge of the bed next to me. I roll over to face him, he’s still wearing his baseball cap and glasses. I reach out to move his hat off, revealing his messy light brunette hair. His glasses on, stubble matching in colour.
'Antony, sit with me.’
And when the answer that you want, is in the question that you state.
'Oh I remember these from about 2003. I used to listen to this album.’ He says.
'Me to.’
‘Me and you were a bit of an age apart, same as now, but…I was about 29 when this came out.’ He says.
I reach out for him, placing a hand on his back over his Adidas hoodie. ‘Of course, I was like eighteen. Oh God! I’m glad I know you now, I probably would have pined over you if I met you then.’ I linger over at him to see his reaction.
He laughs, head tilted back, a bright smile. ‘Oh are you sure, an eighteen year old you?’
‘Well no I wasn’t into you…’
He gives me an amused side look, watching intently.
‘I didn’t know you existed. How funny is that? We would have been listening to the same bands but had never met.’
He leans over to my face, his mouth in a wide smile, his teeth bright and shiny. His hoodie has green panels, it’s a little bit baggy and I grab at the fabric at the front of his chest. I pull him towards me, I eye his face and he kisses me. A slow sweet peck on the lips. He laughs against me, gets up on to his knees on the edge of the bed, carefully walking over to me, lies down next to me, reaches for one of my wrists to stroke. We sit like this for a little bit in silence.
The lyrics float through the hotel room.
Did somebody take your tongue? In worries of the words that you couldn’t say, if they could’ve saved them from.
He tilts his face towards me, props himself on one elbow. The rain is tapping against the glass. The weather is chilly and I’m thankful Antony is with me now. His cute hoodie is on but I’d rather wear it to cosy up.
The anxious through the calming storm, you’ll sit as you pray for rain.
He laces his fingers with mine, he looks for my face, my eyes.
Warnings: 18+ only. Sex. Do not read this post if you are under 18.
What to expect: Fluffy romance. New relationship. Sex. Still 18+.
Song/Fic Soundtrack: ‘The Temple of the King’ by Rainbow (1975) Listen here.
Words: 1.6k
SUMMARY: An overnight van drive where you and Antony go to the beach and spend the day there. Then build a bonfire that night and snuggle by the fire under the blankets.
Notes: Actor RPF but Antony is essentially an original character here, with the face claim of Antony Starr. Of course this is not about Antony in reality. This is fiction. I just love Antony.
Credit:Dividers by @firefly-graphics x x Moodboard by the wonderful @madhatter2727. The summary is also written by her, as this was her idea. I only tweaked the wording.
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I’m with Antony. Our drive was long, but worth it. The sounds of the wheels on dirt roads, the engine and the hum of the Temple of the King. Of course he likes anything to do with Dio. He would. It’s a 70s sound. Flowing and mild. Vintage. Wiith enough guitar to take us down the gritty roads and feel pumped for the drive. His arms are on the wheel, his jaw set in concentration as I glance across to him in the sunset. When he hits the brakes and parks the van, I pull the brown cord of his surf necklace, pulling him inch by inch across the passenger’s seat.
‘Thank you for taking me.’ I say.
He smiles as he lets me move him closer. 'I’m glad you wanted to.’ His smile creating fullness around his cheeks.
'Of course I did, I love a road trip and the sea. And with you..’ I pull him in and kiss him.
He turns the kiss into more. More contact, pressing brushing, his lips on mine, sighing. He kisses me one last time and unclips my seat belt.
In the day, on the beach he is constantly observant and careful with me. I sit leaning into his arms with his day old stubble scraping my face. When he pulls away then leans back in, it prickles, then the gentleness of his lips smooth over the roughness. I like him both rough and sweet. But we haven’t come to that, I don’t know if he’s sweet and rough.
'Ok, so you know how we’ve only slept together once, after a long wait.. ’ I say as I balance both hands on the top of his shoulders, straddling him playfully under our beach umbrella.
'Hmm I’d like to change that.’ He smiles at me with a plumpness in his cheek. A pull at the corner of his lips. He changes the subject abruptly. 'I hope you’re OK with my van, I’m used to it, van life , y'know, but I’m sorry if it’s not the best arrangement.’
'Oh come on, I’m looking forward to it. Despite not camping much I will sleep anywhere and can cope with a bit of discomfort. So no worries if it’s not a hotel. It’s not meant to be right? That’s the point, isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for this trip since you invited me, and I don’t regret it one bit. You don’t need to be nervous.’
His smile is cute and a bit sheepish. I know he’s nervous. 'And who says we have to be in the van? ’ I lean by his ear. 'I’m good with a little sand and dirt.’
'You don’t mind getting a bit dirty?’ He says.
'Oh no. I think I want to get a bit dirty.’ I laugh and he pulls me up into his lap further.
I suddenly feel the grip of his hands on my arms, his body moving out from under me and my knees coming away from the ground. I’m on my back as he pushes me over and puts his weight on me. I hug his hips with my knees.
'But umm,’ his eyes are lips are too cute and there’s slight hesitation in his voice. He strokes a strand of hair away from my face as he’s looking down from above me. ’ Umm, so I wanted to take you out here so we can have some quality time alone. No distractions. No work. And to show you what I like to do when I have free time.This is me in my element. Just my van, my board, the waves, and - ' he pauses looking at me intently, 'and you.’ He finishes the sentence quietly then leans down to my mouth with an asymmetric lip and a dreamy eye.
At the touch of his lips I kiss him back and he opens his mouth, licking into mine. Warm and gentle. I press my hand over his left cheekbone, then into his hair and round the back of his neck. His hips flatten against mine as he relaxes and lays on top of me.
'You know I haven’t invited anyone camping with me, for a long time. I can’t remember the last time I have.’ He says.
'Do you like to be alone? I can understand that.’
'I do, but I haven’t taken a woman with me for ages.’
'Is that why you were worried I wouldn’t like it? You know me I’ll take the long, route and climb instead of walk if it’s more interesting than the simpler way.’
'Hmm, yea not everyone likes hanging with me in my van.’
I kiss him this time.With the aim of melting away his doubts. 'I’ll hang out with you in your van whenever!’
'Mmm, OK good. That’s settled then,’ he laughs, 'but really it’s important to me you that you have a good time.’
'I am,’ I smile up at him, 'you wanna surf I’ll wait with maxine here?’
'I do, but I wanna stay with you for a bit more first.’
'No, go now, I don’t want you to drown cause your brain is occupied with something else!’ I tease him. I push a handful of sand below his belt.
'Oh that’s too naughty!’ His New Zealand accent comes out so clear when he’s playful.
'Look, now you definitely have to change into your suit with all this sand in your pants!’ I say.
'Or, I’ll just take them off. You can’t stop me right?’
'I won’t stop you!’ I say in the sweetest voice I can. I help him push his O'Neil vest above his hips and up. I land my hands over his chest and play with his necklace as he undressed me, and doesn’t let me get up until I don’t know or care that we’re outdoors, or than anyone might appear on the scenic route we’ve stopped on. The sand doesn’t bother me anymore, all I care about is feeling him, kissing him and touching him. He’s really loving and I melt underneath him. His jaw is brushing past my face, this side and that. His lips touch my neck and I slow kiss him, making me forget everything.
'I love you.’ He whispers in my ear.
..
The sparks are tender, softly going out before they land. His hands are warm. It’s now midnight and Antony is scooping me up in his arms. He’s tired, and he snuggles. I love it when he snuggles up to me. He uses me like a comfort blanket. Pulling me up to him, closer until there’s no space left and I rest back against his chest and shoulders. The salt air is harsh. It weathers the rocks and the coast. Sea spray lapping and shaping, influencing to fall aseep to it’s sounds.
Antony loves the search for a good spot to camp. He showed me the sandy beach, where we stepped through the dunes and broken shells. We held hands and we kissed on the shore at dusk. He told me he loves me. The excitement of the day wearing down but spiralling into a quiet storm within my chest. Thinking of and anticipating our night under the stars. His van is there if we need it, but he’s good here. It’s his norm. I’m good as long as I’m with him. The waves lapping our time away hour by hour. It counts our hours, not counting down but growing in number.
I count the hours since he told me and I didn’t say it back. He still holds me close as the wind moves past us. Wrapped in blankets and warmed by the bonfire he made. I watched him build it with a pride on my face.
He didn’t ask me to say it back. He just told me he loved me. To tell me. So that I would know.
'This is so amazing. I’m so warm and snuggly. And all thanks to you.’ I say.
'As long as you’re happy. And I’ve got you here.’ He’s hugging me from behind and he kisses my cheek nestling his chin on my shoulder. We listen to the sounds of the outdoors, the seagulls and the seafoam and the crackle of the fire.
'I could fall asleep here.’ I tell him.
'If you want to, I’ll stay awake and watch over you.’ He strokes my hair.
I sit up a bit and turn around to face him, crossing my legs. I look at his eyes. 'Im not just warm cause of the fire, but I must say, I’m impressed with your bonfire building skills.’ I laugh.
He smiles. His signature nervous smile.
'You’re so cute right now. I say.’
He blushes even under the glow of the fire. I trace a finger under his jaw holding him by his chin. 'But…’ I look down to his eyes again. 'I’m warmest because I love you too.’
He looks taken aback, almost relieved. He wraps his arms around me tight. He breathes me in and I fall asleep in his embrace.
I wake up in a different place. Under a roof. With the moonlight streaming through gaps in the curtains. In Antony’s van. I’m covered in a blanket and his arms. My head is resting on his chest. I twist my fingers around the cord on his necklace, then trying not to wake him, I move my hand down his bare chest. He’s sleeping in boxers, and I nestle my hand just underneath the waistband. He smells of bonfire smoke and cologne.
homelander this ep had me on my knees. he’s so fucking funny and so hot at the same time 😭😭😭 him saying good girl and ‘’come here, thats an order’’ 🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️ can’t stop rereading your dark fics about him
the 'good girl' absolutely sent me on a spiral i won't recover from.
i'm about 5k into my profoundly indulgent (lightly phantom of the opera inspired) 'pre-s1 homelander, desperate and lonely, kidnaps you to be his live-in girlfriend' fic, so i assure you there's more dark fic on the horizon!
ngl i am so tempted to just make as many allusions about the minotaur in regard to homelander as humanly possible in this new fic and hope no one thinks it's too much. sometimes a man is a bull is a victim of things beyond his control but he's also a monster locked up and blinded to the world in many ways. also minotaur and homelander are both hot. so
do it. what is homelander if not the tragedy of deprivation? what is he if not a monster of man's own making? he is our wonderful and terrible reflection. he's every 'what if?' that should have stayed a theory. a boy grown into a creature that few have the courage to recognize themselves in.
Notes: What's the most disturbing lyric in 'Flesh Mechanic' ? About a heart in a Tupperware container...and I'm including Tupperware heart in Spooktober. The Smiths lyrics used as dialogue in italics.
Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics x Gif from post x by @differentfuckingbreed
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He stands there, caressing my face, hand on my cheek. With his expression loving and infatuated as he says it to me.
'Sweetness,' in his silky deep voice, he strokes my temple. 'Sweetness I was only joking when I said, I'd like to smash every tooth in your head.'
That deliberately slow sexiness in his voice, saying it in a demanding, pleading way. You just dare refuse to forgive.
But he's trying. He's really trying to mean it. He really means it. He thinks he means it. I don't think he knows he doesn't mean it.
He shows me the next day.
..
A box. Clear cloudy Tupperware. Bloody from the inside. It's on my desk just left there with a post it note on top.
Sweetness, for you. Homelander x
I unstick the glue from the plastic. My morbid curiosity overtakes me and I don't even hesitate to peel the lid back on one corner. I'm only careful not to splash myself with any blood. I get an apron and continue. If I squeeze the box the thing inside is squishy and muscular and slipping against the sides of the Tupperware. Weighing the box down. Chunky and horrific in my grip.
The whole thing is dark red and day old, veins and arteries sticking out of the top. It's truly disgusting.
I stop to send him a text.
Where did you get this --?!
Babe, hold it right there. Don't move. x
He walks in not long after. Tapping his fingers on the door frame looking at me with downcast eyes, a curious smile on his face, examining me. Testing my reaction.
'I got it from him.' He casually states and throws me a flashy smile.
'What?' I say.
'It's his.' he says with more of a firmness in his voice.
He is stalking towards me real slow, hands folded behind his back.
He reaches me and comes up real close. Looking down at me.
'You don't think you could get away with it did you?' he leans in as close as he can without touching my face, 'I love you, babe!'
His eyes are crinkled and smiling.
'Sooo', he tilts his face and his cheeks twitch, pausing to take in my face, 'I did the only thing that I could do, the only thing possible to teach you a lesson.'
He reaches his hand up under my chin. Holds it there, locks eyes on mine, his eyes sparkling, satisfied.
'He's no longer going to bother us babe. You know I couldn't forgive if you fell for someone else. I just couldn't take it.' He drops my face and straightens out, licks his lips and straightens his shoulders.
'And you were too close to falling for him, he might have given you his heart to his own detriment,' he laughs, 'Don't you think so?'
His golden hair bounces. 'Isn't it so perfect?'
He reaches his hand around the back of my neck, his eyes brimming with love and jealousy, and I know you will forget him, won't you?' he whispers in my ear, 'You'll never think of him again, because he doesn't exist.'
His lips touch my ear and that final syllable exaggerated for effect. His baritone voice rumbling, making me wet.
He moves in front of me again, his eyes gorgeous and shiny. 'And I won't, I won't have to,' his eye twitches and he's sucking a breath of air through his teeth, 'Ever have to smash those lovely teeth out of that pretty head of yours.'
He strokes my hair and his eyes are watering, glistening with pride, and a violent devotion.
'I'd never do that to you babe, you know...but what I would like to do, is smash the thought of him ever existing out of you.' His smile travels to his eyes which are a perfectly cute and sweet.
Homelander doesn't hesitate to swipe everything including the Tupperware heart onto the floor clearing the table. He leans his weight on me pushing me onto the surface. Opening my knees with his hands and planting himself in between them, pushing his hips up to me.
'Are you already wet for me?' he says, 'Only for me.' He reassures himself. 'You know there's no going back if you ever slept with another man? I wouldn't be able to...I really can't tell you what I would do. I only ever want you to be with me, you can only make love to me. Do you understand?'
'Ever? What if we're not dating? Then what? You'll stop me then, if we break up?
'Babe we'll always be dating.'
'Always? I didn't think we would always be dating.'
'But I want you.'
He grabs me by the scruff of my neck. 'I would not take my attention from you, I'm so upset that you would ever think to place your attention on someone else.'
My skirt comes off as he's holding me, he's pushing it down past my knees, his suit pants come down and he keeps me upright on the edge of the table, keeps me close.
'I want you to be mine.' He traces his hand along the inside of my thigh, tickling and soothing. Up by my knickers, pulling the lace aside, he rips them clean off. He kisses and pushes into me.
'You're the only person that can make me feel like I'm normal. I want that feeling to stay with me, I want you with me.'
He keeps whispering into both my ears, kissing my neck as he changes sides to say it.
'And how long do you want this to go on for? What are you really asking me? Come on John say what you mean. I don't want to date you.' I push him.
He bucks into me at my words, he's rougher this time.
I kiss him, stopping him from talking, for the moment. Taking down some of the rage by licking his tongue, distracting him until I tell him again.
'I don't want to date you. He had other plans if I agreed to him. Do you love me more than he did?' I catch his face when he's coming back from kissing my neck and balance my forehead on his, looking into his eyes. They light up in signature red at the words I say. I'm meeting his movements and slipping on the surface that is now soaked.
'John we can't continue dating.'
'I don't accept that.' he says.
He moves with deliberate strokes. Face almost composed, but unravelling as his jaw and face tremble.
'I fucking love you more than anyone! I killed him for you!'
'Ok. I want to believe you John.'
'Will you be mine?'
He knows exactly what he's doing as it's getting difficult to breathe.
'You tell me, I'm, yours all, the time.' I say.
'Will you be mine forever?' his movements calculated, hitting my upper wall, causing the heat and tension to build up.
'How?...can I be, if, we, stop, dating.'
'Tell me you...tell me you want to...' He slides up to my cervix and my hips are involuntarily tilting with the tension, my knees lifting up above his waist.
'I want you to be...' he huffs.
'I want...you to be my wife.'
He's trying to manipulate my response to this too, the tension and tightness is overwhelming. The tingling flows into waves and I shout out. 'Ohh my fucking God yes!'
He leans into me. 'You are so perfect.' he says.
He gets down in front of me on his knees, nestling his face and pressing his cheek between my knees as I am still perched on the edge of the table. His face is hazy with the afterglow, he looks like an angel, looking up at me smiling softly.
Smutcation: heavy smut driven, wildin the fuck out you know the vibes
OR
Baecation: fluffy and sweet, fluffy smut whatever you like
Quoted from her Challenge post by @fineanddandy.
Credits: Gifsets by @homielander X | X, Gifset by @animusrox (No. You stay back.). Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Dialogue in italics is from the deleted scene with Homelander and Maeve.
Words: 1,986
Homelander x Reader
Rating/ Warnings: ☑☑☑ = 18+ smut, sexual content, still a bit fluffy and angsty.
Song: Lana Del Rey - Salvatore
'All the lights in Miami begin to gleam
Ruby, blue and green, neon too
Everything looks better from above, my king
Like aquamarine, ocean's blue'
Notes:
A coastal town.
A pier.
Glittering lights.
Pier at night. A blood moon.
A lighthouse.
Homelander shining laser eyes through the top of the lighthouse.
To show you that his heat vision is just as good as the lighthouse itself, he breaks the light and lasers through.
He's not gonna continue heat vision to maintain the light. He needs to take you in that lighthouse.
He'll endanger ships for you. To prove a point that he wants and needs you.
'All the lights in Miami begin to gleam
Ruby, blue and green, neon too'
You and him on the edge of the pier in the dark in the night. His Cape gently flowing in the night breeze. Warm and gentle. He stands there steely and cold.
Aquamarine oceans blue turn to blue black night time waters. His eyes from a bright blue to a deep hue. His mood changed with the evening tide. Drifting towards the horizon progressing into the depth of his insecurity.
'Why did you hesitate?' He stays facing the water.
'I took your hand.'
'But you hesitated.' His tone is firm and steady as he keeps looking towards the glittering lights on the other side of the estuary.
Shoulders back, feet firmly planted.
You place your feet onto the edge of the planks placing your hand around his bicep. He shifts under your touch. The reflection of the blood moon is leaving a glittering path on the water's surface, you both stand under the ambience of the red hot moon, and as you turn to look him, his stormy blues have an added veil of red.
'Don't be angry.'
'You can't tell me when to be angry. Got it ?' He turns to face you and his eyes are spilling crimson light.
'But I can kiss you.' You grab his face in both hands and as his hair is blowing in the wind, his fiery stare at breaking point, you press your lips to his with a full passion. Homelander's arms move over your face, him leaning against you and opening his mouth to kiss you deeply. He pulls back quickly looking more agitated than before. You pull him towards you defiantly, landing on his mouth licking over his lips to tease him to open. He tips you by your shoulders, over the edge of the pier. You fall with him.
He's flying out into the night sky over the red reflections of the cold waves. Over to the other side of the estuary, where a lighthouse sits.
Everything looks better from above, my King.
Acquiescing over the ocean with him, the moon beaming from above looking even more impressive.
The chalky walls of the lighthouse curving. The lofty heights amp up your heartbeat. The night, chilly and uninviting towards the open ocean.
He lands you over the balcony first, furiously flipping his cape, grips the balcony rail looking over the edge, then turning round stalks towards you. He steps away then back to you pacing up and down, finger wagging, eyes glaring.
His hair is wild and unruly, being whipped by the sea breeze.
'Why do you think we're up here huuh? What you think you can snub me that easily and I wouldn't notice.' He's yelling at you.
'John, it didn't mean that..'
He steps forward abruptly pointing a finger at you teeth gritted.
'You need to know your actions have consequences, I can't have you thinking I don't care about you. Why didn't you think you needed to take my hand. Why are you being distant?' He growls.
You change your pace.
'John you're sexy like this.' Making your body language a neutral as possible.
'What did you say?' He snaps.
'I said you're sexy like this.' you repeat calmly.
Homelander walks up to you, clutching the back of your neck with his gloved hand, teeth clenching. He flies up to the top and you can't see him anymore. All you hear is a crash, then shards of glass breaking. The light above your King stopped shining. Almost total darkness.
You try to run up a service door to the top of the lighthouse, but an arm across the front of your torso stops you pulling you with him.
'John what are you doing? The light is out, we need to call the coastguard.'
'We don't need to call anyone.' He clutches you to his chest amongst the broken glass around your feet.
'You.' He points at you, resting his finger on your breast, you don't need to call anyone else, but me. Tell me you don't need anyone else.' He locks his eyes to you.
'John it's...'
'It's what?' he's livid.
'The ships.'
'What about the ships?' He taunts.
'They'll crash.'
'So let them crash. There's no time for saving them when I'm focused on you.'
He leads you inside the lighthouse, shooting beams through the lens out to sea to demonstrate to you he can keep them going. A wide beam of dispersed red light travels through the air into the darkness.
'You don't mean to tell me you're gonna stand here all night looking for ships to guide?'
'That's precisely right. I'm not going to do that. I need to show you that I can do everything for you, and I'm willing to risk boats crashing for you.' He's growling in your ear, feet placed either side of yours he's practically on top of you even though you are both standing.
'You've been a very bad girl rejecting me like you did. It makes me unhappy. '
'Do you want me unhappy?' he whispers.
'John, I could say I'd hate to make you unhappy but I'd be lying'.
He cocks his head.
'If I get this side of you more often...' you look up at him from under your lashes.
Reaching out to his chest you rip open the lapel on the front of his chest. 'You're making it a lot harder for me to be a good girl.'
He looks down then back at you. Your eyes now locked on him, as he watches you his eyes lighting your way, you shove him forward hard, palms on his shoulders, he doesn't budge much and you push him back again, he hardly wobbles on his feet only glares and growls, looking like he's gonna kill.
He unwraps his suit from his chest, topless he's magnificent. Broad shoulders tapering into his masculine waist, hip bones popping under the gold buckle.
Your hand reaches there to the edge of the belt fingertips against his skin, he grabs your wrist, snaps your face to his, pinching your jaw between his thumb and index finger.
'Don't you move. I get to tell you when you can touch me.'
His stare is devastating, unfaltering.
His hand reaches for his waist, lowering his pants to reveal more skin, more hipbone and his hard cock.
'Be a good girl, then, get on your knees and suck my dick.'
Just hearing him say it makes you wet and deliciously tingly. You don't need him to ask you twice. The red light above you is just enough to see, running your hands over his hipbones, his skin is soft and delicate there. Holding your palms against him, you lick the underside of his cock, making him twitch. Kissing the tip and slowly deepthroating him until he hits the back of your throat, over and over, speeding up only a bit with each swallow. He's starting to get weak and shaky. You feel Homelander's hand in the back of your hair pulling you back up to stand.
'You've done so well but not so fast.'
'Hmmph?!'
His lit eyes flash once at your protest. Fingers digging into your sides to lift you by the waist, pulling down your trousers.
He pins your back against the wall, propping you up against it, lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his waist. He supports you with his strength so easily just like that.
Everything looks better from above my King.
He looks up at you, your line of sight just above his. He pulls your panties to one side, pulls the fabric within an inch of its life. The curve of the muscle at the top of his thighs brushes against the back of your thighs lifting you, his narrow hips nestling in between your legs, spreading them as he moves forward comfortably locking your knees over his hips. The tip of his cock glistening, slipping against you.
'John' You buck your hips against him, he holds you against the wall firmer, grunting and sinking into you. You feel the deliciousness of him sliding to the base, past your clit each time, he knows what angle to take. Your head falls back against the wall, his eyes stop glowing red and you finally see his pupils. His mouth is parted and the way he's looking at you adds to your desire for him. He fucks you against the wall until you're moaning 'John.'
'John don't stop!' You're almost crying tears while calling his name.
Wriggling up and climbing the wall as he slows down into you, dragging you up higher up the wall. He eases up, his open panting mouth turning into a line, composing himself and turning on his eyes with a glare, he throws a devious grin onto his face. He pulls back, no longer inside you, and you whine.
'John I told you not to stop!' You pull his hair in disagreement.
He raises you higher and hovers his lips over your clit, rolling his tongue over as he talks . 'Who am to you?'
'Ugh..my King! '
'Good. Say that you're mine.'
'I'm yours Homelander! '
'I'm yours. John.' he exaggerates the words deliberately, flat tongue licking over your clit.
'OH my God. uuhh!'
'I didn't hear you' he glares up at you eyes smouldering. He repeats the motions and swipes his tongue again, one leg now hooked over his shoulder. 'Say, I'm yours. John.'
'I..I..I'm y-y-yours ...J-John ..yours.'
'Again.'' he brushes his face against your inner thigh and places a love bite there. A lingering bite that hurts in the right way.
'I'm yours John!' you manage to say without stumbling on your words. He looks up at you with residue anger. With a placated but disapproving face he lowers you back onto his hips, angling his thrusts in a way that hits your g spot head on then sinking further into you. His lips don't touch yours. Jaw clenched and focused on your orgasm he brings you closer and closer. You're sighing and moaning, not being able to control your grip on him anymore, he fully supports your weight as you are at his mercy.
'Oh John...please..'
He pins your arms to the wall, holding your wrists with one hand. Gloves crunching against your skin, starting to burn. You arch your back against the wall, writhing in bliss, waves of pleasure washing over you, but unlike the frigid waves of the sea out there you are a hot mess. Slipping down onto his cock a final time before you are coming undone, the orgasm almost hurts and you're screaming through it, your cheek against the wall not being able to take much more, he pants as you feel him throbbing inside you and you're screaming 'John!'
His eyes flash up again. He still looks angry but out of breath, energy depleted more than usual. Homelander collects you into his arms, he's still naked with his suit pants around his ankles. He holds you close. His lips on yours now, with love behind them, filling you up with emotion.
'I...' he hesitates, with a hand to your cheek.
You listen, your breathing evening out.
Homelander is still, but firmly holding onto you, pressing you against his chest.
You pull back looking him in the face 'Yea John?'
'Y/N...I...' he can't finish the words he wants to say.
'You're my King and I love you.'
There's a soft glare in his eyes and he looks away from yours. You detect him shaking his head.
You hold him a bit longer, then help him back into his suit caressing over his bare skin as you close up his lapel.
Homelander wraps you in his cape, scoops you up in his arms, and with a kiss to your forehead, picks you up and flies you both to the cabin.
