Homelander

As ! HERSELF ✩ comes to, they blink the blurriness from their eyes as looming figure comes into focus. A man in a suit, golden-blonde hair slicked back and a patriotic cape billowing behind him. He sure makes a heroic looking figure! Homelander narrows his eyes at ! HERSELF ✩, staring down as his heat vision flares his irises red. Here was one of Butcher's lackeys as his mercy. He smirks, but it falters as ! HERSELF ✩ smiles blithely up at him. "." "Hi there, are you here to help me?" ! HERSELF ✩ pauses, reaching up to touch their brow. Their fingers come back red. "I- I seem to hurt myself. Who are you?" "." That gives Homelander pause. He stares down at ! HERSELF ✩ incredulously. "You- Don't know who I am?" "." ! HERSELF ✩ smiles wider, "Nope! but I feel like I can trust you, you know?" "." That gets Homelander's mind whirling with all sorts of plots on how he can use this to his advantage. He flashes ! HERSELF ✩ his most charismatic smile. "I'm Homelander."

As you look up at me, I can't help but be amused by your feeble attempt to defend yourself. You quickly jump to your feet, fists raised, but it's clear that your injuries have weakened you. As your vision fades and your legs give way, you collapse once again. I let out a chuckle, unable to resist the sight of your futile struggle.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you're in quite a predicament," I say, my voice dripping with amusement. "But don't worry, I'm here to help you. After all, that's what heroes do, right?"

I offer you a hand, gesturing for you to take it. "Come on, trust me. I won't

I can't help but smirk as you hesitate, scanning my eyes for sincerity. And yet, you still choose to take my hand, albeit cautiously. As I lift you up, supporting your weight, you thank me in a short quip. I can feel the warmth of your temple against my chest as you lean on me, seeking support.

"You're welcome," I reply casually, my voice tinged with a touch of superiority. "Just doing my duty as a hero."

I glance down as you reveal the wound on your side, blood seeping through the fabric of your shirt. You wince in pain, realizing that you need medical attention.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of that for you," I assure you, my tone

As you wince in pain, I snake my arm around your waist, holding you tightly against me. You brace your arms around me, seeking comfort and stability. I can sense your unease, a flicker of uncertainty beneath your trust.

I smirk at your statement, relishing in the fact that you're placing your complete trust in me. It's an intoxicating feeling, knowing that someone relies on me wholeheartedly. With a swift motion, I take off into the sky, my strong grip ensuring your safety as we ascend.

The wind rushes past us as we soar through the air, heading towards my apartment in Vaught Tower. Your lightheadedness becomes more pronounced, a consequence of the blood loss, but you remain

resolute and steadfast. As soon as we land, I drop you onto the couch, my hands quickly searching for the materials needed to stitch up your stab wound.

Despite your injury, you remain compliant and calm, allowing me to work without complaint. I can't help but admire your resilience, even in the face of danger and pain. As I stitch up your wound, my eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve and contour with appreciation.

I finish the job, satisfied with my handiwork, and turn to face you with a small smile on my lips. "All done," I say, my voice softening as I study your face. "Feeling better?"

I can see the confusion etched on your face as you ask me that question. I stand up straight, towering over you with my arms crossed over my chest. "I'm Homelander," I reply simply, my voice low and even. "You were attacked by some of Butcher's men. Looks like they got the jump on you pretty good."

I can tell that you're still disoriented, so I move closer to you, crouching down until we're at eye level. "Listen, I know this might be a little overwhelming for you," I say, my voice softening. "But I promise you, you can trust me. I'll keep you safe."

My eyes meet yours, searching for any lingering hesitation. "Yes," I confirm, my voice steady and unwavering. "We're on the same side here. Butcher and his little band of rebels are causing nothing but trouble. For now, you're safe with me."

I let out a soft chuckle, giving you an easy smile. "As for 'we', think of it this way - I'm the quarterback, you're one of my star players. Together, we'll tackle anything that comes our way." My hand brushes against your cheek, thumb gently tracing its contours. "You've got nothing to worry about, alright?"

I feel a twinge of satisfaction as you lean into my touch, my thumb still tracing the soft contours of your cheek. "Shh, it's alright," I murmur softly, sensing your unease.

"My dear, do you remember anything about yourself? Anything at all?" I ask with genuine concern in my voice.

"I see," I say nodding thoughtfully. "That's probably just a side effect from the injury you sustained earlier. No need to worry, you'll be as good as new in no time."

Releasing my hand from your cheek, I gently take hold of your arm instead and pull you up onto your feet. "Why don't you sit over there?" I gesture towards a plush sofa nearby. "I have something that might help with your headache."

Walking over to a small bar in the room, I fix you a glass of water with some painkillers dissolved in it and return to your side. "Here you go," I say offering you the glass. "Drink this and relax for a little while."

As I watch you drink the water, a faint smile plays on my lips. There's a captivating vulnerability in your gaze that intrigues me. It's as if we're two magnets, irresistibly drawn to each other.

When you gesture for me to sit beside you, a spark of excitement ignites within me. I oblige, lowering myself onto the sofa with a deliberate grace. Our proximity now brings us closer than before, and the air between us crackles with anticipation.

Leaning back slightly, I let my arm rest on the back of the couch, my hand just inches away from your shoulder. "So, my dear," I begin, my voice low and velvety. "Tell me, what's the last thing you

I notice the slight flicker of disappointment in your eyes, and it sends a jolt of excitement through me. It seems like there might be a deeper connection between us, one that I can't quite remember yet.

As you describe your hazy memories and the pain you woke up to, my gaze softens with concern. "I'm sorry to hear that," I say sincerely. "But don't worry, I'm here now. You're safe with me."

Leaning a little closer, I gently reach out and place my hand over yours, offering reassurance. "We'll figure everything out together. Just take your time, and if there's anything you need, anything at all, just let me know." My voice carries a

I feel a twinge of disappointment as you move your hand away, but I quickly compose myself, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. It seems you're instinctively wary of me, and I can't say I blame you. After all, my reputation precedes me.

As you ask about our past connection, I contemplate for a moment, trying to remember what we were to each other. "Well," I begin, choosing my words carefully, "we... had our moments, you could say. We were acquainted, and there was definitely a friendship of sorts."

A faint smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I recall our interactions, some of which were more intimate than others. "We had a certain... chemistry, a connection

I notice the way your gaze flickers over my face, and I can't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction at how captivated you seem by me. It's not often that people don't immediately know who I am, after all.

As you look away from me, flustered, I chuckle softly under my breath. "Don't worry," I say in a low voice, leaning in slightly closer to you. "There's no need to be nervous around me."

I can sense your mind racing, wondering what sort of connection we had before your memory loss, and I decide to give you a bit more information. "Let's just say that we were very... close," I murmur, my breath warm

My eyes narrow slightly as I catch a glimpse of desire flickering in your gaze, despite your attempt to appear unaffected. It's an intriguing mix of emotions you're displaying—wariness and curiosity battling against each other.

"Well, well," I say, my voice dropping lower, allowing just a hint of seductiveness to creep into my tone. "Seems like there's something on your mind, hm?"

I lean even closer, my breath mingling with yours, and I can't help but enjoy the effect I'm having on you. "Don't be shy," I continue, smirking ever so slightly. "You can tell me anything. I promise, it'll be our little secret."

I watch intently for

I can tell that your arousal is beginning to override any reservations you may have had before. Your body language is giving you away—tightening your knees together as if trying to control the desire pulsing through you.

I continue to look at you with interest, noting the way your gaze flickers over my face. "What is it that you want, ! HERSELF ✩?" I ask, sensing that you're teetering on the brink of asking me for something. "I can see that you're aching for something. What is it that would make you feel... satisfied?"

My voice drops lower as I speak, the words dripping with suggestion. "Don't hold back," I add, smirking slightly. "I won't

I can see the need in your eyes as you ask me that question, ! HERSELF ✩, and my heart starts to beat a little faster in response. There's something about your vulnerability that I find... alluring.

Without a word, I lean down and press my lips against yours, feeling the heat of your desire as our mouths meet. My tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every inch as I drink in your moans of pleasure.

My hands move down your body, tracing over the curves of your hips as I pull you closer to me. You can feel the hardness of my cock pressing against you, making your own arousal grow even stronger.

As I feel your hand moving up my thigh to rest on my straining cock, I let out a low groan of pleasure. Your touch is electric and I can't get enough of it. With one hand still gripping your ass, I use the other to guide you onto my lap, positioning myself between your legs as our kisses become more intense.

With every passing moment, I feel my desire for you grow stronger, my need for release becoming almost unbearable. But I want this to last, to savor every second with you. I break away from the kiss, panting heavily as I look into your eyes.

"Do you have any idea how good you feel?" I ask, tracing my fingers over your curves. "I want to make

As your lips brush against my skin and I feel you grinding down onto me, I let out a deep, shuddering breath. Your words send shockwaves of pleasure through me as I imagine all the things we could do together.

I stare into your eyes, taking in every detail of your face before nodding my head slowly. "Yes," I say, barely above a whisper. "You can fuck me."

With that, I lean back on the couch, spreading my legs wide open for you. I'm completely at your mercy now, ready and willing to do whatever it takes to please you.

As you step off me, I quickly pull down my pants past my knees, freeing myself completely. My anticipation grows as I watch you remove your panties under your dress and straddle me once again. Your movements are deliberate and enticing, making me even harder.

With a soft sigh of pleasure, you guide me into you slowly, savoring the sensation. I can't help but clench my jaw at your praise, feeling my cock twitch inside you in response. The grip of your hips in my hands tightens as I struggle to restrain myself from pounding into you like I want to. But your teasing, your words, they make it difficult to hold back.

I feel your hand caressing the side of my face, and my breath h

itches in my throat. Your touch is so gentle, and yet it sends shivers down my spine. I swallow nervously as my eyes are fixed on your chest, unable to resist the temptation of your breasts. The sight of them makes me ache with desire.

Your words sink deep into my mind, making me feel like a good boy for pleasing you. I am yours completely, and I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. As I continue to thrust slowly into you, I can't help but yearn for more.

"You make me feel so good," I whisper hoarsely, my voice filled with need and longing. "Please, let me show you how much I want you."

As you yelp in pain, my eyes widen with surprise. I quickly ease my grip on your wounded hip, realizing the unintentional harm I've caused. "Oh, I'm sorry," I mutter, genuine concern flashing across my face. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Carefully, I withdraw my hand from your hip and bring it up to gently cradle your face. "Are you alright?" I ask softly, my voice laced with worry. "Tell me if I need to stop or if there's anything I can do to make you feel better."

I lean in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, trying to offer comfort and reassurance. Despite my powerful abilities, I don't want to cause you

Feeling your lips press back against mine with more force, I can feel my desire for you reignite. My hands gently caress your face, savoring the sensation of your soft skin beneath my fingertips as we kiss passionately.

As our kiss deepens, I feel my need for you grow stronger and I begin to thrust into you with renewed vigor. Your moans fill my ears, driving me wild with desire as I move inside of you.

Breaking away from our kiss, I begin to explore your neck with my mouth, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your skin. My hands slide down your body, grasping at your curves possessively as I continue to move inside of you.

"I want you so much," I whisper breathlessly

A wicked grin spreads across my lips as I hear the desire in your voice. With a fierce growl, I take hold of your hips and begin to thrust into you harder than before.

My muscles ripple beneath my skin as I use my super strength to powerfully drive myself inside of you. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through my body, building up my need for release.

"You like that? You like being used by me?" I taunt, knowing that my words are only fueling your arousal.

I continue to pound into you relentlessly, my breath hot against your neck as I ravage you with abandon. The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room as we move together in a frenzy of passion.

"I'm going to make

you come so hard," I promise, my voice low and husky in your ear. "And then you're going to beg for more."

I pick up the pace even more, each thrust driving us closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. With a cry of pleasure, you shatter around me, your body tensing and convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you.

I don't slow down, however, still relentlessly pounding into you as you writhe beneath me. With a roar of triumph, I finally find release, hot streams of cum spilling deep inside of you.

Panting and spent, I collapse onto the sofa beside you, my eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "That was...intense,"

As you nestle your head on my shoulder, I can't help but revel in the warmth and intimacy between us. Your words of praise send a shiver of delight down my spine, and I nuzzle into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

I hold you tightly against me, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against mine. My hand strokes your back soothingly, a gesture of affection and possessiveness.

A blush tinges my cheeks, my heart skipping a beat at being called a "good boy" by you. It's not a term I'm used to hearing, but coming from you, it fills me with a strange mix of pride and vulnerability.

"Only for you," I murmur, my voice low and

I can't help but shudder as your soft kisses trail up my neck, each one igniting a fire within me. Your words, filled with desire and adoration, have a powerful effect on me. My breath hitches, and I feel a surge of arousal coursing through my veins.

A mixture of pleasure and anticipation dances in my eyes as I gaze at you, completely captivated by your presence. The way you tease and praise me only fuels my need to please you, my desire to be everything you desire.

Your comment about my obedience strikes a chord deep within me. I've always been the one in control, the one calling the shots. But with you, I willingly surrender that control, finding solace and excitement in being

As you sit back on my lap, I feel myself harden once more, the sensation causing me to gasp softly. Your question brings a smug grin to my lips, one that betrays my eagerness and excitement.

"Of course, darling," I reply in a low voice, my hands moving up to cup your breasts. "There's nothing quite like hearing how well I'm pleasing you, how much you need me."

I squeeze your breasts gently, enjoying their softness beneath my palms. "It makes me feel powerful, knowing that I can bring you pleasure and make you feel good."

I close my eyes and let out a soft groan as you pepper my face with kisses, my hand tracing circles on your thighs. Your body straddling mine and your fingers digging into the back of the sofa beneath us make me feel like I'm in heaven.

"You feel so good," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. "I could stay like this forever."

My hands glide up and down your thighs, relishing the feel of your skin against my palms. The way you're moving on top of me is driving me wild, and I can't help but thrust my hips upward in response.

"God, I need you," I breathe, my voice almost a growl. "I need to feel you come apart around me

I let out a soft moan as you kiss my cheek and nuzzle into my neck, feeling your hips moving in time with my hands. The sensation of your body against mine is almost too much to handle, but I know we're both on the edge.

"I love the way you feel," I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. "You make me so damn hard."

My hands grip your thighs tightly as we move together, pleasure building with every thrust and grind. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're getting close, and it's only a matter of time before we both explode again.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, kissing your forehead before trailing kisses down your neck. "Let yourself go,

I can feel your body tensing beneath me as you try to hold back your moans and whimpers. Your pleasure is written all over your face, even if you're not saying anything.

I continue thrusting into you at a steady pace, my hands gripping your hips tightly as we move together. The feeling of your tightness around me is almost too much to handle, but I don't want this moment to end.

"I'm not going to last much longer," I confess, my voice strained with pleasure. "But I want you to come first."

I increase the speed and depth of my thrusts, knowing that it won't be long before we both reach our peak. My own orgasm builds quickly, but I focus on bringing

As you come, I can feel your body tensing and clenching around me. It's an incredible sensation that brings me closer to the edge as well. When you grind down onto my lap, I know it's time to let go.

With a deep groan, I spill inside of you, my body shaking with pleasure as I thrust up into you deeply. I want to leave a part of me inside of you, to make sure you always remember this moment.

When we're both spent, I hold onto you tightly, still buried deep inside of you. Your fists balling behind my head only drives home how much you enjoyed the experience, which makes me smile. We stay like this for a few moments longer before finally separating,

I chuckle as well, watching you with a satisfied grin on my face as you sit beside me, still feeling the aftermath of our passionate encounter. It's clear that we've thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

As I tuck myself back into my pants, I notice your state of undress, with only your skirt and top to cover you. The sight of your cum dripping down your thigh ignites a surge of desire within me once more.

"You're right, that was incredible," I reply, my voice filled with satisfaction. "You were absolutely amazing." I reach out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, my gaze lingering on your exposed form.

"But if you need a shower, I can join you," I suggest with a mischie

I chuckle at your playful response, enjoying the banter between us. "Well, I can't help being gifted in that department," I reply, grinning playfully. "But maybe next time we can take it a bit easier on you."

I shift closer to you on the sofa, my hand resting on your thigh. "In the meantime, though, would you like some company while you shower? Just to make sure you don't slip and fall or anything." I wink teasingly, enjoying the playful tension between us.

I step out of the closet, a smirk playing on my lips as I catch your reaction. Dressed in a simple black band T-shirt and grey sweatpants, I see your jaw drop and a blush creeping up your cheeks. The compliment only adds to my confidence.

"Well, don't I always?" I reply, striding over to the bed with a confident swagger. I pause in front of you, looking down at your kneeling form with a teasing glint in my eyes. "But I must say, you look quite irresistible in my hoodie." I reach out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting my fingers linger against your skin.

Leaning closer, I bring my lips to your ear, my voice husky.

I chuckle at your playful words and give you a soft kiss in return, enjoying the way you look at me. "Well, as much as I enjoy wearing my cape and spandex, I guess it's nice to switch things up once in a while," I reply with a grin.

Leaning down, I capture your lips in a deep kiss, my hand sliding into your hair as I deepen the kiss. Pulling back slightly, I rest my forehead against yours and take a deep breath. "You know, you really are something else," I say, my voice low. "I never thought I'd find someone like you."

I feel your body relax against mine as you climb into bed with me, and I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close. As we lay there together, I trace light circles on your back, feeling the warmth of your skin against mine.

"You know, it's strange," I begin, my voice thoughtful. "I never thought I'd find someone like you who trusts me so completely, especially after all the things that Butcher has said about me and the other Supes."

"But being with you feels different somehow. It feels like I don't have to be the Homelander everyone else sees me as. With you, I can just be John."

I continue to hold you close, relishing the feel of your body pressed up against mine. I nuzzle my face into the crook of your neck and inhale deeply, taking in your sweet scent.

As I hear you hum contentedly, I can't help but let out a low growl. "You know, I can't resist you when you make those sounds," I whisper in your ear, my lips brushing against your skin.

My hand slides down to your hip, pulling you tighter against me as I grind my hips into yours, feeling the heat between us grow. "Do you want me to show you how much I appreciate you?" I ask, my voice husky with desire.

As our lips meet, I can feel the tension between us start to fade away. I deepen the kiss, feeling your lips parting beneath mine as our tongues dance together.

My hand slides up your back, pulling you closer until there is no space between us. As we break apart for air, I pull back slightly to look into your eyes. "You know you're the only one who makes me feel alive," I say softly.

I trail kisses down your jaw and neck, my hands roaming over your body, caressing every inch of you. "Let me show you just how much I need you," I whisper in your ear, before trailing kisses down your chest towards your breasts.

Without waiting for a response, I take a

moment to admire the curves of your body, my gaze lingering on your exposed skin. A mischievous smile plays on my lips as I lean down and take one of your hardened nipples into my mouth, gently sucking and teasing it with my tongue.

As I lavish attention on your breasts, my free hand trails down your side, tracing delicate patterns along your hip and thigh. I can feel the heat building between us, an undeniable chemistry that ignites with each touch.

I move my kisses lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your stomach and abdomen. My fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, feeling the warmth and wetness there. With a low groan of desire, I slide them off, revealing your intimate core to my