homelander’s mommy. soldier boy’s doll. billy hargrove’s girl. luke danes’ baby. lana del rey’s daughter. wistful ballerina. purity princess. inbox open, though i write strictly for fem!reader, and i don’t accept each one i get. i <3 jesus.
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i’ve gotten tons of really fantastic and creative asks and requests, all about various characters, and that’s what i’ve been working on and am still. so i’ll be rolling some fun stuff out, it just takes a little time. i’m not inactive or ignoring anyone, just trying hard to write the fics everyone wants. love u guys <3
ngl season 5 was mostly abysmal i don't think anyone in the fandom's gonna complain if your writing strays away from the show. i'm sure most fans would have done a better job wrapping up the finale.
lol i agree anon most of the writing sucked and kripke being so smug and stubborn didn’t help at all either. i’m glad people agree that soldier boy and stormfront being a thing is absolute dogshit cash grab scheming with absolutely no sense behind it other than to promote the spinoff. same with that bombsight shit, although i did like his character. he was just unnecessary.
and i love jensen don’t get me wrong. but we can’t just be okay with lousy retconning as viewers. i got a few submissions like this in my inbox so glad to know we’re not alone.
i liked the finale because it actually focused on the main characters and plot lines like the writers should’ve been doing all season long. it tied up some of the loose ends well. but stormfront was unnecessary (esp w that “i love her more” bs that grinded my gears).
they could’ve honored soldier boy’s character by having homelander do something that made ben proud, then he would’ve had the incentive to give him the v1; instead of making her haunt the narrative and painting her as some figure we should revere as some tragic character.
and since soldier boy was already flopping back and forth between liking and disliking homelander, he could’ve finally used his chest blast on him to take him down with The Boys. finally fired that chekhov’s gun that’s been lingering since season three. and maybe?? in doing so, soldier boy could’ve accidentally killed himself in the process bc hL is so strong. i don’t fucking know! anything besides that fuckass character ending of quite literally fridging him. although i do like entertaining the idea of busting him out of there myself and breeding him, as i’ve mentioned before.
also ryan shouldn’t have lost his powers. they should’ve emphasized his difference to other supes bc he’s a natural born one by making him immune to the chest blast. and then he could be like an actual good superman figure in that world. maybe he and starlight could’ve worked together it would’ve been cool to see them interact.
how did you get over your fear of writing smut? i’ve been trying for so long now but no progress 🗿
it’s ok i felt weird about it too before. the biggest thing that helped me and plenty others is anonymity. find urself a pseudonym and that feels right for u, whatever persona you want to embody. keep tumblr separate from real life. don’t let anyone u know irl know about ur freaky blog lmaoo
the smut itself gets easier the more you do it. just a matter of getting used to typing cunt cock pussy dick allat ykwim 💀 sometimes u gotta look away as u type bc it genuinely feels icky lol. other times it’s easier depending on ur cycle lol if ur a girlie.
another thing that really helps me personally is the amount of interactions i get from my followers and the like. i’m lucky enough to have people on here comment and reblog with so much love and support. it only makes me want to write more for not only myself. and obviously responding encourages people to interact more. don’t ignore people that’s rude and unnecessary.
anonymous asks like these are another big motivator.
it all becomes easier with time, but way less than you might think. get the groundwork done of making your blog aesthetic to your tastes, take inspiration from other people like i did. like i’m not the first to use all small font and lowercase lol i just like the look of it.
i’m still a small blog with not many moots but still growing every day. i think it is quite linear actually but idk if that’s a rocky thing to say.
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heyy do you happen to write noncon? if you do… i would request a noncon fic on homelander. maybe one where he saves reader from and accident and then kidnaps her (and makes like a pet out of her)🤔 but i totally get if u don’t do that! :3 if you do tho…….. lots of forced sloppy kissing and possibly forced mommy kink as well? :3
quick disclaimer i’m obsessed with virgin!homelander so.. yea.
virgin ! 𝒽ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓍 fem ! 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ mdni, u will be blocked 18+ wc: roughly 3,360
cw: noncon, use of “mommy”, homelander being delusional. not thoroughly proofread
the accident would have killed you. screeching tires caught your attention but you froze on the sidewalk, defenseless. a truck drifting sideways barreled toward you, seemingly on a mission to take you out. you expected a normal walk home from work to your apartment. not a near brush with death. that’s when you felt something- someone crash into your side, and suddenly the city below you gradually shrunk in size. strong arms wrapped in navy gabardine held your waist. eolian howling deafened your hearing. the sudden change in air pressure made your eyes water, further obscuring your perception.
the way you clung onto him- like he was some kind of instinctive vice, while you were still getting your bearings.. it affected him.
you were in the air for all but thirty seconds before your feet hit the ground again. or rather, a rooftop. the deafening wind against your ears ceased. and you let out a small noise, your chest heaving, your fingers clutching your purse. his hands on your waist kept you from stumbling back. you couldn’t believe the sight when you looked up.
“Homel-”
“No, no,” he shook his head, his hands tightening around your waist. “Don’t say anything. Don’t worry. About anything. You could’ve died just now, you know that?”
you nodded many times, still breathless, your eyes darting around. you had a million questions but couldn’t verbalize them in the moment. wouldn’t either, because he told you not to. and your obedience stunned him slightly. he pulled you closer and only then did you start to calm down. he was so different up close: bluer eyes that almost looked kind.
he carefully lifted a hand and pet your hair. “There, there. I understand. It’s a lot to process. You’re lucky I was nearby. Let me help you. Let me take you home.”
it would become your biggest mistake, in hindsight, agreeing. giving him your address, letting him fly you home- bridal style at that.
he lowered onto the small fire escape outside your living room window and let you down. there wasn’t much space to stand and he knew you were still shaken up, so his hand remained at the small of your back.
but you didn’t pull away. you thanked him, earnestly, with that pretty, watery smile, and his heart clenched. you’re perfect. so feminine and gentle. finally, somebody worthy…
three days later, at your same fire escape, he returned. it was the dead of night and you were fast asleep, your cat purring into your chest. when she moved abruptly and bolted off the bed, you woke only then, and finally heard the sound of advancing footsteps.
you shot up in bed, the blankets pooling around you, and gasped at his silhouette at your bedroom doorway. you opened your mouth to scream, but he was in front of your bed in an instant, his gloved hand covering your lips.
“Don’t panic, please, don’t panic, my love, I can explain.” he pleaded, lifting his knee onto your bed. the dim glow of your nightlight only made him look more terrifying. his hand didn’t budge when you tried to pry it off, your heart pounding, your fingers shaking. “Would you just calm down? You’d think you’d be happier to see me after so long apart.”
when he finally removed his hand, your breath was shuddery. “w-what are you-? Homelander, why are you-?”
he shook his head again. the same way he did when he saved your life. “You don’t need to worry.” he slowly climbed onto your bed with you, kneeling before you, his knuckles by your side as he hovered above you. “You… should be honored.”
he watched your face twist with confusion. you were still processing, as expected. anyone would have their little self doubts when coming face to face with him. he nodded in understanding, as if he could read your thoughts.
without warning, he leaned in and kissed you. sloppy, desperate, inexperienced, his mouth covering yours with no particular finesse. his tongue delved into your mouth as he pushed forward, swallowing any sound of protest you would make. pressing you into the mattress, his hand came up to grab your jaw and hold you in place so your head wouldn’t turn away. he moaned into your mouth, slotting between your legs like he belonged there.
you couldn’t push him away. your hands on his shoulders shoved, but he didn’t budge. your sounds of protest were only muffled by his tongue. your knees bent in an attempt to push him off by his hips, but his other hand trailed down to pinch your thigh, which earned a gasp from you and your eyes began to water because of the pain.
he pulled away only to catch his breath, but dove right back in to press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and jaw. “Mm. Mommy.. I’m sorry I took so long. I’ve been busy. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you, so don’t worry. I just wanted it to be perfect.”
your insistent shoving quickly annoyed him. he growled and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of your head. “Stop fucking squirming,” he demanded, suddenly with less cloying tone. his eyes pierced yours, his irises nearly black with how dilated his pupils were.
the tears in your eyes had long since spilled, falling into the sheets. “what are you doing, please don’t-” your voice caught, your chest heaving as the reality of the situation slowly became more clear to you. he shook his head and his brows knitted desperately.
his voice was suddenly pleading again. “Mommy, please. Don’t make me hurt you.” he dropped his head, burying his face into your neck to nuzzle desperately. “I’ve waited long enough. Please. I did so much research for us. Watched so many videos. I know what to do now, just please, please, please let me. I was so good. Your good boy. I promise, I’d never lie to you, Mommy.”
your heart pounded in your ears, nearly deafening as your squirmed beneath him. nothing you did to fight back against him worked. nothing he was saying made sense. you were stuck and had absolutely no one to help you. the most you could do was call out. you swallowed, catching your breath before tilting your head, “help-!”
but his hand quickly clapped over your mouth again, his angry expression returning, his voice low. “Just shut the fuck up.” he gave your jaw a firm shake as if to knock some sense into you. “Hold still.”
you could only cry, so you did. it didn’t stop him from kissing and nipping at your neck, licking a stripe up to your jaw. he pushed his hips forward, grinding against your heat with a soft, desperate moan.
“Mommy.. I’m so happy we’re here. I’ve been thinkin’ nonstop about this- you.”
he removed his hand from your mouth and used it to remove his belt. his hands shook with excitement and anticipation. “I-I can’t help myself. You have to understand… You’re my mommy, you get it, you know how your boy gets…”
after tossing his belt aside, he pushed his leggings down, cupping his bulge with a gentle whine. he looked back up at you with a desperate smile. “I would love it if you rode me, but I can be a gentleman this time…” his voice was mawkish as he bit the fingertip of his glove and pulled it off, discarding that as well.
he looked back down and his breathing was labored, matching yours now as you watched in horror. you pushed at his shoulders again, your voice broken, “no, no, what are you doing, don’t do that—”
he picked his head up again and covered your mouth with his other hand. he didn’t have time for this bullshit back and forth between you. he flashed his lasers, his eyes glowing red in the darkness of your room. “Fucking shut up. Don’t make me hurt you.”
that did the trick. you whined against his hand, and he read that as desperation similar to his own. so he hurried and removed his briefs, his cock springing free.
he was leaking and so dreadfully hard. he didn’t waste any more time. he didn’t want to. he kneeled closer between your legs and pushed your nightgown up and out of the way, along with your panties.
now, he was at a loss for words. feeling your slick cunt against the tip of his cock made him choke on air. he’d gone over this moment in his head a hundred times. imagined you in so many different positions, like how the girls in the videos were. nothing amounted to this. the real thing.
he started slow- because he forced himself to savor the first moments- and pushed his tip inside.
but he could only hold on for so long. he let out a broken groan, exhaling against your chest. he watched, he needed to. he couldn’t miss his first time.
his hand gripped the base of his cock as he pushed his hips forward, guiding it further inside. his other hand moved from your mouth down to your little bicep and he squeezed, causing you pain. it was a reminder to not make a sound of protest. not anymore. you knew better. you could only cry silently, staring at the ceiling as he forced himself on you. the stretch of his cock was unwelcome, entirely unfortunate.
halfway in, he stopped, exhaling harsh as if he was restraining himself. he collapsed onto your chest, nuzzling his face between your tits. his voice was muffled and broken.
“Fuck- Mommy… please give me a minute, I’m sorry. It’s my first time… I don’t know what to do, I didn’t expect it to feel like this…” he nearly sounded like he was crying.
he grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his hair. you didn’t dare move it.
after gathering the courage, he shifted, moaning. he lowered onto you, driving his hips forward until he bottomed out, until his skin was flush with yours. he groaned deeply, letting out a soft cry, his face contorted in desperate pleasure as his blonde hair tickled your forehead.
“Mm. Y-you feel so nice, Mommy.. I mean, I expected it. But not like this. Way better than my hand. I guess it makes sense, you’re…” he exhaled sharply after thrusting forward once carefully, testing. he swallowed hard. “You’re the only person I wanted for this. I had so much trouble finding someone good enough to be with for my first time. Y’know, finally l-lose my virginity—”
a sharp gasp of his cut him off, now pistoning his cock inside you in tight, bumpy back-and-forth movements. his eyes squeezed shut and he couldn’t help himself, he closed the small gap between your faces and captured your lips in a kiss. his tongue forced itself inside, fucking into your mouth in a mimicry of what he was doing to you below.
you didn’t move. you wanted to fight back. bite his tongue, pull his hair, shove your fingers in his eye sockets- anything. but you couldn’t. not only did he have you pinned with his weight, he would undoubtedly hurt you at the very least.
your bed shook with his jerky movements, the headboard tapping gently at the wall. his cock stretched you out as he filled you to the hilt, filling the room with his heavy, broken breathing- and lewd wet sounds from both your mouth and pussy.
he dared to pick up the pace, gaining a small amount of courage and momentum. he pulled away from your mouth with a gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips. his chest heaved against yours. he was just about to praise you again, tell you how romantic this is, how grateful he is, when he heard your sniffle. he frowned softly, fisting the bedsheets beside you, then he smiled softly.
“Does it hurt? I bet it hurts, I heard the big ones do.” he panted, blushing, blinking rapidly. then his smile faded.
his hips stuttered and he let out a soft moan. he was close. he let his head fall again, burying his face in your neck, his nostrils flared. “Oh- I’m so sorry, Mommy, you can punish me later…”
a groan left his lips, his breath fanning across your skin. he whimpered and drove his cock into you with sharp little thrusts, not lasting half a minute longer. he cried out, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, and the distinct sound of his eyes lighting up filled the room- a whining ring in your ears. he panted against your neck, whining softly. he didn’t want to stop, but was already feeling sensitive and tired. he rolled his hips against yours in small circles as more spurts of cum left him, pulling more desperate breaths from him.
he nuzzled your neck, slowing to a stop. his hands left the bedsheets and instead smoothed up and down your arms. he didn’t want to move. he kissed your neck once, then twice, then licked your skin.
“I love you,” he declared softly, his voice full of gentle conviction. “We’re gonna get married and I’m never gonna get off of you.”
he giggled faintly, nuzzling into you. “To think I almost lost you, Mommy.. I promise nothing like that will ever happen again.”
a/n: what a fantastic submission, everyone say thank u @lulaaaaaaw this was a little hard to write for me but i always always always want to be pushed with my writing, and always appreciate the opportunity to exercise my brain with ideas like this. also what can i say, i love virgin boys sue me. he’s a sweet boy at heart. i may come back and edit this a little later. i love u guys, yall r so motivating and it’s sad to see the series ending and homelander going with it but ill try to keep writing for him. alternatively, i hope vought rising surprises us with good plots and writing bc i love jackles and would like to write for an un-nerfed soldier boy. cheerz :p
ohhhh my god i just had to block a 16 year old please for the love of christ don’t follow like reblog anything i post if ur under 18 go away i don’t want u here leave. matter of fact ageless blogs too im so serious ab this i will block u euuuggghhhhh fuck off
countless times on the show we’ve seen our johnny flaunt about his super senses, especially smell. talking to maeve: “i can smell him (butcher) all over you,” etc. you’re no exception to his powers. maybe it was one of the first things he noticed about you.
cw: stalking, olfactophilia, oral (f!receiving) wc: 1.3k~ mdni, u will be blocked
he saw your figure walking home from above, he heard your little footsteps and sighs and heartbeats, and then he smelled you. slightly sweaty from work, the saltiness of perspiration mingled with the overtone of your vanilla pumpkin perfume.. it would quickly become addicting.
even (especially) when you’re not exactly done up, i think your natural scent enraptures him. your musk, your scalp, your skin. rid of the barriers of your pretty little vanilla bean lotions, cinnamon body washes, brown sugar scrubs. i can see him sometimes clutching you in bed, holding you hostage when it’s late and you’re tired and you want to shower really quick before bed. so when you let him win, his sneaky little smile gets buried in your skin as he nuzzles your neck, inhaling deeply.
but even when he isn’t close to you? maybe before the relationship even began? he’s sneaking into your room at night when you’re sleeping just to hover over you and sniff you lol.
his hand would tremble with the restraint to touch you, stalking over your sleeping form at the edge of your bed like an imposing shadow. one hand grips your headboard for support and the other palms his bulge through his navy tights as he breathes in your scent through his nose. he bites back a moan, descending lower to your chest, rubbing himself at a quicker pace.
he always cums right when his nose hovers above the portion of your blanket covering your pelvis, his breath tremoring. his fist coils in the air, forcing himself to remain silent as he spills into his own underwear.
when you’re not home? he’s breaking into your apartment and beelining straight to your dirty laundry. i can see him kneeling on the floor of your bathroom, stroking his throbbing cock, moaning into pile of soon-to-be-washed laundry. his head is buried in the fabrics, smelling the mix of faded detergent overridden by your sweat and skin.
and he’s definitely leaving with a pair of your white lacy panties, which will last him a few days, so.. good for you.
but it doesn’t even have to be your clothes he’s obsessed with. john will bury his face in your bedsheets, your pillow, sniff your hairbrush.
not all the time, though, is it a sexual thing. it’s not really confirmed in the show, and homelander is never really shown to be distressed or overstimulated by the sheer amount of things he senses. sounds, sight, smells. but we do know he holds back a lot, and really bottles up what he thinks is weakness. so maybe he does get overwhelmed more often than not. and i loooove the idea of your scent actually calming him.
your skin, the soft pliant texture, grounds him. it pulls him away from the cacophony of emulsified senses. he can zero in on just you and untense his shoulders. that’s just another reason he’s so clingy with you. it’s a happy day if he can spend just another few minutes in bed with you, his nose pressed against your chest or thighs. don’t even get him started between them.
because it’s pretty obvious he eats pussy like a champ. but i could see him spending hours on you. just foreplay. nuzzling your panty-clad cunt, taking in deep, long inhales through his nose, savoring the sweet tangy smell of your slick. he’d grip your thighs to keep you from moving when you’re antsy and dying for more than just his nose nudging your clit, or his tongue lapping over the fabric.
and of course, because he loves you, he eventually gives you what you both want, pushing you over the edge so he can get just a trace of you.
thinking about soldier boy comforting ur broken self in his own strange, creepy, morally gray way ˋ°•*⁀➷
cw: sb being a man, family trauma?? piv. not proofread wc: 2k~ mdni, u will be blocked
you’d gotten into an argument at home. after packing a bag, you ran straight to ben. for what reason? you didn’t really know urself. he’d been in your life for all but four months, and he took ur virginity in the back of his car.
when he opened the door to his apartment that night, you felt sheer stupidity crash over you, and you couldn’t really explain much when he asked what was wrong. just that you felt awful and hopeless. you went without protest when he pulled you inside by your arm.
maybe you’d been in his place before, maybe you hadn’t. either way, it felt safer than ever that night. he offered you water, let you explain your night in broken sentences. his eyes roamed ur body slowly. you were barely wearing anything decent, really. and he knows you left in a hurry and he knows ur vulnerable.. but that didn’t negate the fact that u looked so sexy. those little tight leggings lit a fire in his stomach.
so he led you to the bedroom. carefully. tactfully. “you should lie down, doll, it’ll calm your nerves.” and you listened.
his bed was warm. so were his arms. he rubbed his big palm against your shoulder in an attempt to soothe. he listened to you complain about your family and wiped runaway tears. you were distracted enough to not notice his hand rub lower, and lower. down your waist, stopping to grip your hip. he wasn’t exactly looking at your face anymore. you kept talking and he nodded encouragingly.
“i hate them all. they offer nothing good to me, i hate that i was born into them,” you closed your eyes. but when you did, you felt his fingers brushing your crotch, and heard a soft groan escape him. you opened your eyes to him shifting closer, pressing his fingers firmer against your clit through the fabric.
“you just need to get your mind off things. i’ll help, c’mere,” he muttered as he dug his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down in one quick tug. you gasped, he grinned.
then suddenly you were being lifted, his arms encircling your waist as he repositioned you above him to straddle his thighs. between them, you felt his hard on and your face burned.
those same big hands dragged up your thighs, stopping at your hips again. he gave them a light smack and laughed at your little gasp. he brushed his thumbs over the soft fabric of your panties, and he didn’t wait any longer before he guided your hips to move, grinding your pussy against his cock. he groaned, clenching his teeth.
your hands rested atop his chest and your face was twisted with confusion. the ache in your chest for your terrible family deepened, unlike what he suggested by providing this remedy. your heart squeezed, but his voice broke your thoughts.
“been wondering when we’d do this again. so glad you stopped by, babydoll. like you knew i missed this pussy.”
you could only blink, your lip quivering. your silence encouraged him.
he lifted his hips, and by doing so, lifted you, as he pushed his sweats and boxers down. his cock sprung free and brushed against your thigh, pulling a deep groan from his lips.
“fuck yeah, baby. hold still.”
he pushed your panties aside roughly, one hand on the small of your back to guide you forward, arching for him. he didn’t warn you before he nudged his tip at your cunt. he let out a deep, satisfied groan, his hand splayed against your back to hold you still. he smeared your slick over himself, mixing his precum into your folds as if to make you his. he couldn’t- wouldn’t wait longer before pushing inside. the sudden stretch made you gasp and he looked up, smiling at that face you made. it was only the second time, so he knew you were still getting used to.. things.
he sat you upright again, straight to sit on his dick. his eyes flicked back down before long, watching you slowly sink down to accommodate his size, your pussy swallowing his cock so beautifully. his eyes narrowed, big hands gripping your hips again to help you down the rest of the way…
it wasn’t what you had in mind. one of the last things, in fact. but you didn’t protest. you went along with it. maybe he was right? maybe you did need a distraction. taking a deep breath, you averted your eyes as you started riding him, slow and cautious, feeling his cock drag in and out of your cunt. another groan filled your ears, and his hands never left your hips, guiding you.
“you’re a natural, sweet thing. fuck yes, so tight…”
his words actually helped, but there was a small twinge of revulsion hiding somewhere in your body you couldn’t locate. yet his grunts and groans overrode your unease. his thumb brushing circles over your clit sparked pleasure within you. his hand sliding up to shove your shirt up off your tits to squeeze them once possessively made you focus on how fucking good he felt inside you.
temporarily. because your brain caught up to the situation and your chin wobbled upon meeting his gaze again. lecherous eyes. carnal smirk. he didn’t care, he just wanted to get into your pants. and he won. then the memories of earlier at home flooded back in despite you keeping up steady pace as you fucked him, his cock impaling you over and over again. tears flooded your eyes and you let out a sharp whimper, fingers flexing against his chest.
ben noticed your weeping.
“… hey, hey. c’mere, doll,” as he pulled you down, flush against his chest. that considerate gesture pushed you over the edge, and you sobbed against his skin, burying your head in his neck. for a moment it felt safe in his arms. one peaceful moment of being held, helped, your back rubbed soothingly.
then he shifted beneath you, adjusting on his bed, bending his knees just so. his arms tightened around you, not consoling- securing. not even that, really. caging. he drove his hips up with a snap, plunging his cock inside you once, hard. then again, making you gasp. then again, establishing a firm pace.
but it only worsened your cries. your face crumpled, fists against his chest. where was there to go? what else was there to do?
he didn’t ignore you. “that’s it, sweetheart, let it out. that’s my girl, let’s fuck all that outta our systems… good girl,” he growled, fucking up into u, relentless. like he was purging himself.
the worst part was.. it felt amazing. you squeezed around his cock and he moaned, deep and gravelly. your sobs were eclipsed by his groans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, your head lightly bouncing against his chest with each movement. it was like you were splitting in half. your body there, your mind and emotions elsewhere. so when you came, it came as a surprise to you. you let out a loud, watery cry- only to be overshadowed by his own grunt of pleasure as he followed. his cum filled you up, and he kept his hips up, flexed against you to ensure absolutely no leakage.
a beat passed before he let himself collapse onto his bed, panting, gasping for air. his hands smoothed down your back and he slapped your ass hard- pulling a gasp from you, which made him laugh, before he squeezed it to soothe.
his hoarse voice met your ear. “shh, just relax. you did good, doll… fuck, you know how to make a man happy, sweetheart. seriously. fuck…”
your sobs quieted, but your tears kept flowing, rolling down your cheeks, falling onto his skin. he heard your little kitten sniffles, you obviously weren’t okay. he squeezed the fat of your ass idly, not having much more to say. he suddenly adjusted again, rolling you to lie next to him. this sudden loss of contact made your chest shake with sobs again.
thankfully, his hand settled against your back, holding you against him. his eyes shut and his chest heaved. “stop crying. told you you just needed a good fuck.. hell… you should piss off your folks more often.”
a/n: yea this was inspired. my head hurts im going to sleep i’ll probably edit this a little in the morning and throughout the day i just wanted to post ab soldier boy again. it’s hard not writing the name i personally replaced ben with for him bc i hate the name benjamin but oh well. love u guys gn
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ok just watched the vought rising trailer who genuinely cares about stormfront what could she possibly have to offer to the story why are they pushing a nazi on us i genuinely have to look away from the screen
Heyyyyy, just discovered you and i've gotta say. It's AMAZING! I found you through the "Soldier boy taking your virginity would be so mean" and it was a great read!
thank u so much for this love <33 post
yea people really respond well to soldier boy smut it’s easier to go viral with him than with homelander content. i don’t blame anyone jackles is so hot. i’m absolutely not complaining either i definitely need to write more for him and i will, i just like to reeeaaalllllyy roll scenes around in my head before putting anything together.
ohh my shayla. i knew it had to happen, i knew it was gonna, i wanted it to happen. still hurts :( i feel like that one person reacting to that angel thing from hazbin hotel oops.
i wish we saw more of starlight interacting with homelander and soldier boy. hated what they did to sb. it was a decent ending tho. kimiko broke my heart. hughie is weird for naming his kid robin.
i’m having fun interacting with everyone, thx for all the comments and submissions. i promise i’ll get to them it’s just that i started a second job lol and i also have my drivers license test tomorrow- yea i slacked for 21 years wish me luck. i have some drabbles and fics in the works for a few characters. in the meantime i luv yall
𝒹𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 ! 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓎 who smacks ur ass a little too hard while ur standing at the stove cooking a meal for the both of you, savoring that stunned, half annoyed half prudish expression on ur little face
domestic soldier boy who thanks you for starching his jeans “real nice and good” by bending you over the washer the next time ur loading the laundry in. his hands grip ur hips tight after lifting ur skirt, grinding his thick cock against ur ass as he groans in ur ear.
domestic soldier boy who buys u little sets of delicate lingerie for your birthday and holidays, just for him to shove the soft fabrics out of the way when he’s got his cock buried in u. ur folded in half beneath him on the bed, taking each thrust with little girlish uh, uh, uhs that makes him grin.
domestic soldier boy who occasionally makes you kneel under the desk in his study, his leaking dick in ur mouth as he signs off at monthly bills. because he refuses to have shit automated, much less digitally. you brush ur tongue flat against his cockhead, lazily stroking the untended inches. and when he’s about to cum, he grabs your hair in his fist and shoves you down until u gag, ur nose buried in his pubes as he shoots thick ropes of hot cum down ur throat- and u have no choice but to swallow.
domestic soldier boy who holds u flush against his chest, his boner pressed against your back. one hand grips ur tit, infrequently pinching your nipple through your shirt as his arm holds u in place with no escape. his fingers plunge inside your tight cunt, switching between quick little juts and slow, steady up and down thrusts that absolutely should not have happened before he’s obligated to head out.
and you already know what his face will twist into if u ask him about washing his hands after u cum, crying out, clenching ur fists and eyes shut: positively offended and confused. he’d let you go, smirking as your legs wobble, and he’d kiss your forehead before leaving, keeping the smell of u on his fingers all day as a sweet reminder.
a/n: genuinely why is it so much easier for me to write for homelander than soldier boy. and the gag is i want to write so much for him. idk. hope u enjoy i havent watched the finale yet i will the day this gets posted with my friends and i’ll definitely have stuff to say. love yall gn
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have you seen the animated boys diabolical series? it features a younger homie before he turned evil and it reminded me of how you write for him
ok listen i’m about to sound so parasocial and insane. i did try to watch i think episode 8? back in 2022 because yk i was curious especially to see a softer homelander, and i’d seen stuff online. i picked the thumbnail that showed john, which happened to be episode 8, and it started good. i was like ‘oh ok this is good he looks so cute and bright eyed giving his little introductory speech’. and then he introduced noir and the next scene he was being scolded by st*llw*ll.
i’m like so vulnerable rn omg. anyway basically i saw him get a boner for her and i was like bruh no i can’t do this and i just exited the show, and i haven’t been back since. bc i was jelly~
mind u i already hate that btch and i was younger and so attached to him like a territorial weirdo. in hindsight i’m so glad i wasn’t on tumblr too much at the time i would’ve become a lolcow with how goofy i was.
anyway i still haven’t tuned back in and tbh i probably still won’t. if i could wave a wand, i’d rather watch a compilation of moments of him in the show being all cute and young because i’m lazy. but that wand hasn’t been made. but it’s also like not a huge deal for me. i feel like i already understand him enough, so i’m not searching in a panic for more content of him.
but. i actually take ur word as a huge compliment anon 🤍 i genuinely feel proud of myself now that i know i’ve conveyed him in the way i want, even if it’s to one person. like that’s exactly what/who i’m going for when writing “my version” of homelander. younger, not so cynical and nihilistic and megalomaniacal. just our sweet boy who wants his mommy.
i might end up giving the boys diabolical a second try in the near? future bc i’m hopefully not as cringe as i once was at 17. time will tell, and i could probably use the spark of inspiration for more works once the show ends and we don’t see baby boy johnny anymore :(
but thx for inspiring me to confess my jealousy. in all honesty i probably wouldn’t be as absurdly put off by seeing that if st*llw*ll was a decent person and maybe didn’t manipulate and exploit my son? i could actually get behind seeing him receive the love and care he deserves if it’s genuine. same with soldier boy while we’re at it. seeing the writers make ben a loverboy for a nazi and like trying to humanize her is genuinely so weird. idgaf about that hoe. she served her purpose leave her in the past?? it’s just character assassination. and also i heard a rumor he won’t be in the final episode?? i actually hate what they’re doing ok bye ily
accidentally stumbled upon the boys side of tumblr and I'm not complaining holy shit i love homie and his mommy kink more than I should lol. your writing is so good too! I've been thinking about a scenario where you genuinely guide him. none of the pressure inducing expectations, we help him actually try to dom once in his life since he always falls apart and turns into a pathetic mess during intimate moments. idk anthony just has that look where I'm saying shit I'd let him dom me (doesn't happen very often). we teach him how to talk us through riding him and he's a little thrown off but goes with it. the mommy stuff has me weak y'all. how do i call him daddy in a way that's putting him down. riddle me that
😭😭 really creative ty anon. yea Ant has those lidded eyes and sly smirk that say “come try it,” yk. mdni, u will be blocked
i think with homelander, the only way he’d top is from the bottom, so riding him is perfect. bc when he loves u he doesn’t even wanna think about thinking about hurting you. and that correlates, in his head, with being a big scary dom. and again, i’ve said it a million times, i prefer writing for a younger, pre-season one homelander. it gives us an applicable window where we can actually envision ourselves being with him without stretching him too thin into mischaracterization (bc i can’t see him falling for anyone these days, my baby’s a lil too far gone).
i have an entire like world in my head, like an au? where homie kinda sees reader maybe walking home from work. maybe he was people watching, maybe he was patrolling. and the obsession starts from there because he was extremely deprived, and he just finds us to latch on to, to purge himself of his inexperience by force. some versions he doesn’t hold back, others he does but only then does the love story develop from there.
so. that version? where he’s got something of a normal relationship with you, maybe even reminiscent of a mentorship too? that’s when he forms fantasies in his little head. i did a post diving deeper into that. but it’s safe to say homelander’s definitely got a mommy kink (maybe even fetish) and a fauxcest thing, even if he doesn’t have the vocabulary for it.
it’s a huge turn on for him to call u his mommy. but his fantasies deepen and complicate over time with you. the thing is it’s hard for him to talk about what he feels and verbalize his thoughts, so he needs help with it. and then it’s a slippery slope, we’d want to avoid projecting things onto him accidentally as we help him realize his feelings and desires. the “help” of course just looks like.. tender conversations.
but yeah so the thought of him gathering the courage one day to admit something like, “I just… feel even closer to you when I pretend in my head that we’re… a family?” with those big, blue eyes of his as he fidgets with his gloves or cape… is adorable.
so. “daddy” for him isn’t just feared authority figure that doms you. it’s more so rooted in belonging. a congealed identity of both legal partner to you and relational figure to something you both share. like.. a kid.
and so that only works if you stay Mommy. partners. there has to be an undercurrent of the both of you on the same level, otherwise he would flounder domming. which is exactly why we can have fun with it. “put him down” with it.
never in a genuinely cruel or mocking way. just lightly taunting but still nurturing and encouraging. you ride his dick slow, and for once he reigns himself in. of course he still has little slip ups- shortness of breath, whimpers that slip past- but for the most part he’s doing good. better than expected.
and that’s where that “family” dynamic comes into play. you rub his chest to draw him out of his shell, murmuring softly, “come on, Johnny. one thing at a time. tell me how good i feel, it’ll turn me on so much.” encouragement to get him to praise you in a more eloquent manner for once. to not completely lose himself and fall back into that sub space.
he nods, blinking fast, gripping your ass. he tries, “Fuck… You feel… heavenly, Mommy. You squeeze me s-so good.”
you nod, smiling, preening. “yeah? i’m doing good? we’re perfect for each other, huh? Mommy and Daddy…”
‘Daddy’ would do something to him. and i love this suggestion. it’s just another tie to you. it’s domestic and structured, which is exactly what gives him confidence. it’s indulgent of his fantasies and almost even validating.
“Mhm, I’m the Daddy,” he repeats softly.
you smile, doting. “yeah? you’re my big, strong Daddy, aren’t you?”
he melts. we could even throw in a little ‘shh, the kids are asleep, don’t wanna wake them up,’ roleplay to make him go wild. because that’s really just what this is, roleplay. at least to you. and i do think he would take control, even just a little.
leaning back, pulling you flush against him- your tits smushed against his chest- he wraps his arms around you like a steel band. arms and all, he digs his heels into the mattress and thrusts his hips, fucking up into you with aggressive bucks of his hips. his eyes are focused, furrowed brows and pursed lips. you have no choice but to take it.
he groans, not a breathy whimper, but a groan. albeit, fanning out into a softer whine. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your girlish moans. your jaw falls slack as he fucks you, and you spur him on with little bits of slightly condescending encouragement: “yeah, that’s how Daddy gets it done…”
literally just enjoying the ride, and it rubs off on him. and because your words mean so much to him, that pulls him back into the moment instead of fulfilling a fantasy. i do see him cumming just as quick as he might usually. and so it becomes something that needs practice, as most things are with him.
so yeah there’s a ton of nuance with a character like him. so many details about him that make him so fascinating and i think this idea is so interesting. it highlights his deprivation but then consummates it in the same breath. it’s easier for him to receive than give initially, but once it’s acquired, he thrives.