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18+ notes: we love obsessive homelander in this house :ā)<3 enjoy! summary: no one touches whatās his and whatās his never interacts with people who donāt respect that. you should have learned that by now. warnings: explicit/mature content. secret office romance, domlander, fingering, cowgirl, breast-play, oral(f! receiving), morally grey! reader, killing, possesive & obsessive behaviour. word count: 1.7k
The fluorescent lights of Vought Tower's 75th floor cast a sterile glow over the bustling office. You could feel eyes on you as you navigated the maze of cubicles, clutching a stack of reports to your chest. It had been a particularly stressful week, with deadlines looming and pressure mounting.
All you wanted was a moment of peace to collect your thoughts.
But that wasn't to be.ļæ¼
As you rounded a corner, Daniel from marketing intercepted you with a friendly smile. "Hey there," he said, leaning casually against a cubicle wall. "You look like you could use a break."
You offered him a polite smile. "Just trying to get through these reports. How are you, Daniel?"
He chuckled, a warm, easy sound. "Better now that I've seen you. You know, you really brighten up this place."
You laughed softly, shaking your head.
"You're too kind.ā
What you didn't notice was the pair of piercing blue eyes watching the interaction from afar, growing darker with each passing second.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, but the tension followed you home. When you finally made it to your apartment, the door had barely closed behind you before you felt him.
Homelander stood in the shadows, his presence filling the room with an intensity that made your heart pound. He stepped forward, the glint in his eyes sending a chill down your spine.
"You've been ignoring me, sweetheart," he said, voice dangerously calm. "And we can't have that now, can we?"
Before you could respond, he grabbed you and tossed you onto the bed. The reports you had been holding scattered across the floor, forgotten. He ripped his shirt off, his eyes dark with possessive lust.
"You think I didn't see you today?" he growled, climbing on top of you. "That little chat with Daniel?"
Your breath hitched as his hands roved over your body, claiming you. "I was just being polite," you whispered, trying to reason with him.
"Polite?" he repeated, a sinister edge to his voice. "No one touches what's mine. And what's mine never interacts with people who don't respect that."
His lips crashed against yours, hungry and demanding. He pinned your wrists above your head, his grip bruising. His free hand trailed down your side, tearing open your blouse and sending buttons flying. He exposed your bra, his eyes devouring every inch of you.
"You belong to me," he said, his voice low and possessive. "No one else."
He yanked down your bra, his hands rough on your breasts, squeezing and kneading.
You moaned, the mix of pain and pleasure making your head spin. He bit down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and you cried out.
"No one flirts with you," he growled against your skin. "No one makes you smile but me."
His hand trailed lower, slipping under your skirt. You gasped as his fingers found your wetness, teasing you. His eyes locked onto yours, a predatory gleam in them.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured, sliding a finger inside you. "So eager to please."
You moaned, your body arching into his touch. He added another finger, thrusting them roughly, his thumb circling your clit.
The pleasure was overwhelming, your climax building rapidly.
"That's it," he coaxed, his voice a dark whisper. "Come for me. Show me who you belong to."
Your climax crashed over you, your body trembling as you cried out his name. He didn't give you time to recover, lifting you and positioning himself at your entrance.
With one powerful thrust, he was inside you, stretching you, filling you completely.
"You're mine," he growled, his pace relentless. "Always mine."
His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts. He was rough, dominant, and completely in control.
"Say it," he demanded, his eyes burning into yours. "Say you're mine."
"Yours," you gasped, the pleasure almost too much to bear. "I'm yours."
He rewarded you with a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue dominating yours. His hands moved to your breasts, squeezing and kneading, his fingers pinching your nipples.
The sensations were too much, pushing you to the edge again.
"Come for me, sweetheart,ā he commanded, his voice a low growl.
Your body obeyed, another orgasm ripping through you, your cries of pleasure filling the room, fingers gripping the sheets. Homelander's eyes never left yours, his gaze intense and unyielding. He followed you over the edge, his own release powerful and consuming, a primal growl escaping his lips as he came inside you.
For a moment, the world seemed to stop.
You lay there, your body trembling and spent, feeling the weight of him on top of you. He stayed inside you for a few more moments, savoring the connection, before finally pulling out. He rolled onto his side, pulling you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you possessively.
"You did well," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. "You're learning."
You nestled against him, feeling a strange sense of security in his embrace despite the intensity of his earlier actions. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
He stroked your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I don't want to see you talking to anyone else at work. Especially not Daniel.ā
"I understand," you replied, knowing better than to argue. "I'll avoid him."
"Good," he said, his tone firm. "You belong to me and I won't tolerate anyone else trying to take what's mine."
The next day at the office, you tried to maintain a low profile, avoiding unnecessary interactions, especially with Daniel. But as luck would have it, Daniel caught up with you in the break room. He flashed you a charming smile, holding a cup of coffee.
"Hey," he said, "You seemed a bit off yesterday. Everything alright?"
Before you could respond, you felt a sudden rush of air and heard a terrifyingly familiar voice behind you.
"Everything's just fine," Homelander said, his tone deceptively pleasant.
Daniel looked up, his smile faltering when he saw Homelander. "Oh, uh, Homelander! I didn't see you there."
Homelander's smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Obviously."
In a flash, Homelander grabbed Daniel by the collar and lifted him off the ground. You could see the terror in Daniel's eyes, and you knew what was coming next.
"You think you can flirt with what's mine?" Homelander hissed, his eyes glowing with an ominous red light.
"Wait, no, I-" Daniel's plea was cut short as Homelander's laser vision sliced through him, leaving nothing but a smoldering corpse on the floor. The scent of burning flesh filled the room, and the sight of Daniel's lifeless body should have horrified you, but instead, it sent a strange thrill through you.
Homelander turned to you, his eyes still glowing, blood spattered across his face and chest. "Let's go," he said, his voice commanding.
You followed him back to your apartment, the adrenaline and shock mixing with an inexplicable arousal. As soon as you entered, Homelander closed the door behind you. His presence filling the room with an electric tension. His gaze locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. He approached you slowly, every step deliberate, as if he were stalking prey. The sight of him, splattered with blood from the earlier incident, should have repulsed you, but instead, it ignited a desire deep within.
Without a word, Homelander closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly. His eyes bore into yours, searching, demanding. There was a hunger in his gaze, a hunger that matched the storm of emotions swirling inside you.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from him. "I-" Your voice caught in your throat, the words failing you.
His grip tightened slightly, a hint of warning in his touch. "Answer me," he demanded.
A shiver ran down your spine as you nodded slowly. "Yes," you admitted in a whisper. "I did."
A dark, satisfied smile spread across his lips.
"Good."
In one swift motion, he pushed you against the nearest wall, his body pressing against yours possessively. His lips crashed onto yours, claiming you with a raw intensity that made your head spin. You could taste the metallic tang of blood on his lips, feel the heat of his body against yours.
His hands roamed over your body, urgent and demanding. He tore at your clothes, the fabric giving way under his strength. Soon, you were both stripped bare, exposed to each other.
He pushed you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you with a predatory grace. His hands pinned your wrists above your head, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "All mine."
You nodded, unable to speak as desire coursed through you like a wildfire. His lips found your neck, his teeth grazing your skin lightly before he bit down, marking you as his. The pain merged with pleasure, sending sparks of electricity through your veins.
He kissed his way down your body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he reached your core, he didn't hesitate. His tongue flicked over your sensitive flesh, his fingers spreading you open. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.
You moaned, arching into his touch, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. His tongue worked you mercilessly, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge. He added his fingers, thrusting them deep inside you, matching the rhythm of his tongue. The dual assault sent you spiraling towards ecstasy, your body trembling with need.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a dark whisper against your skin. "Show me who you fucking belong to."
Your climax ripped through you like a tidal wave, pleasure consuming every inch of your being. You cried out his name, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Homelander didn't let up, prolonging your ecstasy with expert precision until you were trembling and breathless.
He crawled back up your body, his eyes burning with hunger as he positioned himself between your legs. With one swift motion, he buried himself inside you, filling you completely. The intensity of his desire matched yours, his thrusts deep and powerful.
"You like it rough," he murmured, his voice a husky growl. "Don't you?"
You nodded, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you. His hands gripped your hips, his pace relentless as he pounded into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his guttural grunts.
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, dominating you completely. His hips drove into yours with an urgency that bordered on desperation, his need for you palpable.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered in a voice filled with possessive desire, "Mine. Say it."
"I'm yours," you gasped, the admission spilling from your lips without hesitation.
"Yours."
He groaned, a primal sound of satisfaction, before his movements grew more erratic. You felt him tensing above you, his rhythm faltering as he approached his own release.
"Come with me, sweetheart,ā he commanded, his voice strained with pleasure.
His words pushed you over the edge once more, your body convulsing around him as he found his release deep inside you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, a growl escaping his lips as he emptied himself into you.
For a moment, you lay entwined in each other's arms, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Homelander's weight pressed against you, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He shifted slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness that took you by surprise.
"You're mine," he repeated, his voice a whisper against your skin.
You nodded, a strange sense of belonging settling over you despite the chaos of your emotions. "I'm yours," you whispered back, feeling the truth of those words down to your core.
He kissed you gently, his touch surprisingly tender as he caressed your cheek. "No one else gets to touch you," he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive certainty. "You belong to me."
You closed your eyes, a mix of fear and desire coursing through you. "I do, I always will,ā you replied, knowing that with Homelander, there was no room for negotiation.
As the night wore on, you lay in his arms, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your chest. In that moment, with the world outside forgotten, you knew that you had willingly stepped into the darkness with him.
Synopsis: Despite the amount of unpredictability The Homelander has, he still catches you off guard with something as small as a smile.
WC: 3576
Category: Angst, Supe!Reader {TW ā Homelander for obvi reasons}
In honor of Season 4ās weekly releases, this one is for the Antony Starr girlies (and you @summerrivera777777)
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John fucking terrified you.
He terrified everyone, really.
He had the power to level an entire city block with a glance. He was strong enough to crush a man's skull with one hand and fast enough to catch a bullet. He was an unstoppable force of nature. He was The Homelander, and he was a threat to anyone who stood in his way.
But, the thing was...
You knew everything about him. Everything.
And he absolutely despised that, but there was nothing he could do to change it. You had seen him at his most vulnerable and pathetic. You had seen his humanity, itās amazing he still has any after the way Vought has abused him, and you had seen his inhumanity.
Jessica, or Sister Sage, had confronted you on several occasions, trying to get you to tell her your secrets. She wanted the upper hand on her arch nemesis, the only one in the world who was a threat to her. It was her mission to end the reign of the superhero she hated most, and she was willing to do anything for it.
You could see right through her, and you didnāt need magnificent amounts of intelligence to do so. You could see the fear in her eyes. You could see the doubt in her face, hear the strain in her voice, feel her uneasiness when she was near him.
John knew it, too. He just simply chose to ignore it. He had grown used to being the scariest man in the room. Itās been that way his whole life, and it seemed it was going to stay that way.
But, despite all that fear, she came to you for answers. Again.
And this time, the question was a simple one. It was so simple, yet completely understandably complicated.
How are you allowed to live?
That was a question that stumped you. It took you a long time to grasp the meaning of it, the specific answer she was looking for.
After a few clarifications, you finally understood what she meant.
She wanted to know why John allowed you to live. She wanted to know why he hadnāt killed you. She wanted to understand why you were the only person alive after calling him by his name.
Not his stage name, his real name.
For being the most intelligent person on the planet, youād think that sheād be able to understand it. I mean, the answer was right there, in front of her face. She didn't need to be a genius to figure it out; all she needed was a little more insight.
A little bit of understanding.
"Respect," you said, your voice soft. Your words were clear, though, and she heard them perfectly.
The confusion on her face was evident, as was her disbelief.
"What?"
"It's respect. Anyone I respect is someone that deserves my respect."
She snorted.
"Right," she said. "Like he could actually respect anything other than himself."
"He's capable of it if that's what you're thinking," you told her. "And this isnāt about him respecting me; it's about me respecting him."
She narrowed her eyes at you, her suspicion rising.
"Why would you respect him?" she questioned. "You're not blind; you know exactly who he is."
Yes, you did. You knew more than most, and compared to The Seven now, you probably knew the most. His actions? Completely unredeemable. He was, in fact, a monster; there was no arguing that. He was a horrible, twisted, monstrous individual; no one would deny it.
His actions werenāt excusable, but he had an explanation. A reason for why he was the way he was.
He wasnāt born a monster; he was turned into one. That⦠that was the respect part. You respected him because you respected his story. You respected his pain. You respected his anger.
You respected his past; anything after that was on him.
"I donāt like using stage names to those I respect enough, so I call him John. He allows it because he knows I donāt mean it the way others would if they used his name; it doesn't hold the same power with me."
She rolled her eyes at you.
"Same goes for you, Jessica; I have no desire to call you Sister Sage."
Her flinch was barely visible, but you still caught it. Again, what is intelligence if not knowing the chances of a particular outcome?
"Iāve noticed you donāt call Deep or that fire chick by their real names."
You just smiled, leaving her to solve that answer for herself, and it didnāt take long at all. You knew the exact moment she came up with a conclusion. She was quite predictable, in that regard. Maybe you shouldāve been the big-brained hero instead.
And now, you really shouldāve been because when you turned down the hall, catching wind of the elevator doors opening, you knew he had listened to it all.
But you didnāt say anything, and you really didnāt say anything after a simple glance at him.
He was completely drenched in blood, a look that would terrify even the toughest of men. But not you, oh no, you were very used to that. Heās done a lot worse.
Besides, you were too distracted by the fact that the blood wasn't his. Too distracted by noticing how this time was different. He was smiling, but it wasnāt his usual cruel smile. This time, it was genuinely happy.
Relief, almost.
It reminded you of the night you two bonded. No, not that type of bond. The bond that told you both that you werenāt alone.
He had a friend, but he wasnāt really your friend. You donāt believe you could ever consider him one. Not really, not with the things he has done.
But, still, you were the closest thing he had to a friend. You were the closest he had to an equal, a person he could relate to. Jessica carried the same intelligence (obviously a lot more), but the similarities between the two of them stopped there.
You had a similar history but different outcomes.
And that reveal between the two of you happened that night. This was way back, even before Starlight joined. Back when The Seven was in its prime.
Stillwell threw a party, something she always loved to do before Teddy became her focus. It was the usual: people in fancy dresses and suits, lots of champagne and liquor.
The difference, however, was the main focal point. Usually, given Voughtās status, all of The Seven members were the main event. Everyone was mandated to wear their hero outfits. It was a great way to advertise and get people to buy more of the products.
The theme this time, however, wasnāt about the group. It wasnāt about any of you. For the first time in a long while, John wasnāt in the spotlight.
Due to this, Stillwell banned everyone from wearing their costumes. No capes, no spandex, no leather, no masks. Just suits and dresses.
It was nice, actually. A little break from the norm. It felt good to go a night without the tight leather on your skin. You were actually surprised at how well it was received.
The rest of the members of the group seemed to be having a wonderful time as well.
Except for one.
He was standing in the corner, glaring at everyone. Madelyn had an entire argument with him about the suit. You werenāt there, but you knew exactly how it went.
His costume was a part of him. It was a symbol. It was a mask. A representation. An embodiment of who he was. Without it, he was a naked target.
Madelyn clearly did not give a single shit. In the end, the argument resulted in the two of them getting into a screaming match, causing him to storm off in a fit of rage.
So, there he was, standing alone, seething at anyone who passed him. Madelyn won; of course, she did, and she didn't even bother trying to apologize. She wasn't sorry.
She was just mad that he refused to listen in the first place.
But, hey, that wasnāt your problem. You were enjoying yourself. The night was going pretty well; the alcohol was flowing nicely, and the music was just right. You were dancing and laughing and having a great time.
But, of course, things weren't always easy for you.
You werenāt expecting it to last long; you werenāt one to have good luck. You knew, deep down, that the night was going to come crashing down on you. You were just waiting for the ball to drop.
The ball dropped the moment you decided to go cheer up the sourpuss.
It was obvious the way his shoulders tensed, and his head tilted ever so slightly. He knew you were approaching. He was aware.
"Don't," he said.
He was clearly angry, and you werenāt smart enough not to push. This is where Jessicaās powers would have benefited you greatly.
You ignored his warning, walking up beside him, mocking his stance.
"You okay?" you asked, your tone soft and light, a hint of playfulness.
His eyes flicked over to you, and the glare he gave was terrifying. His eyes were so intense, and his teeth were clenched. You could see his jaw tensing.
He was a volcano, ready to erupt.
You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
"I'm fine." Humorously enough, it sounded like the opposite.
"Really?"
He turned his head to look at you, his anger increasing by the second.
"Donāt you have anything better to do?"
You shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm choosing to talk to you."
He looked away from you, grumbling, "And why's that?"
"Because youāre ruining the party," you answered. "Miserable face and all."
He rolled his eyes. He actually does this a lot, believe it or not. It's the only expression he has besides anger that isnāt fake.
"And why do you care?"
You shrugged again. "I care about enjoying myself, and I can't do that when you're moping."
He turned his head towards you. He was not amused.
"Go find someone else to entertain yourself with.ā He pointed behind him. "Iām sure Deep will be glad to show off his fish facts."
That one caused you to make the same face he had moments ago. The absolute look of disgust on your face was enough to bring a smug grin to his own.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Don't make me throw up, John."
The name.
It was a simple slip-up, nothing more. But, of course, it meant so much more. This was before everything, so it doesnāt seem likely that a slip-up like that wouldnāt result in consequences, but it secretly was a turning point.
He could've killed you.
He could've easily grabbed you and thrown you across the room, and no one would be able to comprehend what had happened until after you were unrecognizable.
He didn't, though.
No, instead, he stared at you, his face blank, and his mind processing. You were nervous, of course. You had no idea what was going on in his head.
After a minute, a look of realization came upon him, and you could see the exact moment the gears started turning.
Then, a simple hum fell from his lips. One said he wasnāt expecting it but was deciding whether to accept it.
Then, after a few seconds, his face relaxed. His jaw was unclenched, his eyes softened, and his eyebrows relaxed.
"Letās have a chat."
Uh oh. Thatās a code redāa sign of danger.
You were so done.
And yet, for some odd reason, you followed him. You donāt know why. It was a stupid move, in your opinion. You should've run while you had the chance. You shouldāve listened and just punched fishlips or something.
You didnāt, though.
You followed him, allowed him to fly you somewhere private, and just waited. You waited for your imminent doom. You were going to die; you were sure of it.
But, for some reason, your death never came.
Instead, the two of you landed on the towerās roof, the cold New York air hitting you hard. He had set you down on your feet and went all the way to the railing.
You stood awkwardly, waiting for him to turn around with those beams in his eyes, but they never came.
He was just looking out into the city, his back turned to you, his hands on the railing.
After a few minutes of silence, he turned his head, looking at you through the corner of his eye.
"Aren't you going to ask?"
Ask what? What was there to ask?
There were plenty of things to ask, actually, and yet you had no idea what the right thing to ask was. Because, again, even here, he was unpredictable and unreadable.
You didn't want to anger him; you knew that for sure. But you were also tired of his mind games. It was a constant battle of wit, and you were sick and tired of being left in the dust.
So, you chose something simple to say. Something easy, yet not so simple to answer.
"Are you going to kill me?"
You wouldnāt be surprised if he turned around with a smile and answered yes.
He didnāt, though. Oh no, he stayed turned, staring into the city, his eyes searching. Searching for what you didn't know.
"No."
Simple and clear.
You didn't respond, and he didn't elaborate. It was silent, and it was cold, and it was a tense moment.
But you didn't leave. You just watched him, watched his movements. The way his shoulders hunched over, his head tilting down, the grips on the railing, the way his hair slowly became unstuck due to the wind.
You always thought his hair looked better when it wasn't slicked back, but this is the first time you've ever seen it that way. It was⦠it was nice.
Then, his shoulders relaxed, and his head straightened. He didnāt turn around, and he didnāt speak. He just looked over his shoulder at you, his eyes piercing yours.
Even with a few strands of hair on his face, his eyes were so sharp and clear. So blue. So cold.
It felt like they were reaching deep into your soul.
It was terrifying. He was terrifying.
"Do you remember your parents?"
The question took you by surprise. It wasnāt what you were expecting, but then again, this whole encounter was the definition of unexpected.
"Yes. Why?"
His eyes scanned yours as if looking for a lie. Then, he turned back around, leaning on the railing.
"I can't remember mine," he said. "Sometimes I wonder if I even had them."
Oh. Oh. This was huge. This was a big one. You had to search deeply even to find out his actual name. Now, here he was, telling you of his past.
Of all people, he chose to tell you.
You didnāt know how to feel about that.
You were honored, yes. You were excited, definitely. But, most importantly, you were worried. Is this him letting you in? Or is it him preparing you for your demise?
It was an unknown territory, a field of landmines. You knew a lot about his past already, but now he was aware of the fact that you knew. He knows, and yet he is still giving you the information.
Why?
"I mean, it doesn't make sense. Everyone has parents, right? And I couldn't have been born out of nowhere. So, I must have had parents. A mom, a dad, some form of guardians."
His face was scrunched, and his eyebrows were furrowed. You could see the way his brain was working. He was really thinking about it, wondering how the pieces fit together.
He was struggling to make a connection, and he was mad at himself for not having it.
"I'm assuming your childhood wasn't the best," you said. You knew it was a risky move, joking about his past, but so far, he seemed to like the boldness and humor.
And he did, in fact, let out a snort.
"Understatement of the year."
You smiled but quickly stopped. It was a serious conversation, and smiling probably wasnāt the appropriate reaction.
Silence filled the space again, and he was back to thinking. He was trying; he was really trying. But he just couldn't.
It wasn't the fact that his parents were a mystery; he's come to terms with that. It was the fact that he couldnāt remember anything.
All he remembered was the torture, the pain, the experiments⦠nothing about how he got there. Nothing about the people before the scientists. Nothing about a home. And the fact that they were currently building a fake one for him made him so angry.
It was a mockeryāa complete joke.
He felt all of these emotions and yet couldn't express them.
And he was frustrated. He was pissed off and tired and angry and sad and empty and-
"Did you rip off your tie?" Your eyes had caught sight of his bare neck, the black fabric missing.
It was the only way to pull him out of his head, and, to your surprise, it worked. You could see the moment he snapped back to reality, the moment he was pulled away from his mind.
"Yeah," he answered. "It was suffocating me."
You could tell.
His hair became more unkempt due to the wind. The strands of hair on his forehead were getting in the way, and it was getting annoying. Not for you, no, but for him.
For you, it was⦠humanizing. It made him seem a little less like a god.
He lifted his hand, his fingers gently combing through the locks. It was a struggle, a normal struggle that you've had with your own hair.
Plenty struggle with deviating the locks away from their desired location. You've had your own fair share of moments.
But this was the first time you'd seen him experience it. The first time witnessing him do something so simple and basic.
Such a human thing. It had you wondering what else he was capable of.
He sighed, his hand dropping back to the railing. Again, it is a normal thing to happen. But, it had you smiling, the corners of your mouth curving ever so slightly.
The action did not go unnoticed.
"What?" he asked, not even bothering to turn around.
You shrugged. "I've just neverā¦"
Your mind kept changing images. His hair, his eyes, his shoulders, his jaw, his nose, his ears, his neck, his hand, his lips, his chin, his cheekbones, his eyebrows, his skinā¦
Everything is listed in your mind, including the little imperfections and details that make him, well, him. This was the first time you saw him anything other than perfect.
The perfect monster he was, the god of all men. The man of the century, the one to take the world by storm. The strongest, the smartest, the best.
The symbol, the image, the mask.
The facade.
This was the first time you saw him as just a person. A human being. Just a regular guy.
"Sometimes I wonder how different life would be if you wereā¦"
Normal.
The word was at the tip of your tongue. You could've said it; you should've said it. It was the truth. It was obvious.
But you couldn't.
He knew where your sentence was going, though. Of course, he did.
"If I was⦠what?" He still wanted to hear it. He was looking for validation, and he wanted it from you. His eyes were on you, his body turned, but there was this one odd thing.
A smile.
It wasn't his usual one. The one you were used to. The one that made everyone scared and uneasy. No, this was a real smile.
A soft, small one, but still a real smile.
A true smile. As if he knew the words you were going to say, as if he knew your thoughts, and he found them amusing.
You found him amusing.
And just because of that, you didnāt give him the validation.
"Itās fucking freezing out here," You coughed in hopes of successfully changing the subject. "Iām gonna get a jacket."
He was going to argue, but you were already walking off, telling him youād take the emergency ladder down.
Nothing was spoken about that night. No words were exchanged.
But something had changed. Something had shifted. You werenāt quite sure what it was, but it was something.
So, seeing that genuine smile again in that elevator was a shock.
He had the same face as he did on that roof. It was that smile. That one specific smile.
Capable.
That's what it was.
He was capable.
He was capable of feeling and being human. He was capable of being something other than a monster.
He was capable.
All he said to you when you walked by was a simple goodnight. Something so small, yet so big. This time, those words seemed to have a little more meaning.
So, just to raise his unsettling mood, you winked and said, "Goodnight, John."
Again, a smile.
The smile.
It was hard to continue walking, and it was even harder not to turn around. But you did.
You did it knowing you were going to have a hard time sleeping. Knowing that, no matter what, you werenāt going to forget that smile.
The demon that still had a little bit of humanity in him.
YOOOO THE āfiguring out how to control his strengthā fic was SO GOOD, I saw spanking at the end of that, a wee request to expand on that idea mayhaps š
Kissing you for enabling me, mwah mwah mwah. I tried going with gender neutral reader for the last one but had to switch to female for this one. Hope that's ok! I'm happy you enjoyed the last one hopefully this one hits the spot!š
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18+ Only | 1.5k | Homelander x female!Reader | Communicating during sex. Spanking. Riding. Unprotected sex. A dash of dirty talk.
Homelander has been trying to get his paws under your clothes for the past hour of the movie you were adamant you should be watching together. āItās my favorite movie!ā You had said earlier. And not that he has anything against sharing your interests, he loves having every piece of you to himself. But now you are warm and soft against him, cuddling and leaning into him in a way that pretty much puts you in his lap.
He inhales the lingering fragrance of the expensive hair products he got for you. Something in him stirring at the thought of how utterly heās changing your life, marking you with his touch with every little change heās making to your routine. Ever since heās had you move into his penthouse heās been meddling with every aspect of your life, wanting to add his touch. Just as a reminder that you were his. So anytime you spritz his choice of perfume you think of that and in turn he gets reminded everyday that you make the choice to be his again and again and again.
So itās no surprise that heās now peppering your neck and cheek with kisses, pulling you closer no matter how much you protest. āCome on babe, fuck the movie. We can finish it another time.ā
āBut itās my favoriteā¦ā You pout like a child, trying to pull away but heās having none of it.
āShhh. Come on now, donāt be like this.ā Heās nuzzling into your neck. His hands wrap around your body, resting on top of your tits, giving your nipples a pinch through the fabric. āBe a good girl for me.āĀ
Now that sends a shiver down your spine, slowly pooling heat in between your legs. It also gives you a great idea.Ā
āYeah? Well, maybe you should spank me for misbehaving.ā Youāre not facing him but the cheekiness of your grin is audible.
However as much as youād prefer him to lean into the dirty roleplay of it all, he pulls away, tensing up.
You turn to face him.
āAre you sure? You know I could hurt you.ā Heās carrying his worry openly. But just like with the choking you know thereās nothing this man wouldnāt do for you.Ā
āWeāve been over this baby. Sometimes the pain just makes things feel better.ā You caress his cheek, giving him a sweet kiss flush on the lips before you pull away and take matters into your own hands. You lay yourself over his lap, face down, wiggling your ass right in front of him.
Tucking your fingers underneath both the waistband of your soft luxurious loungewear and the panties heās picked for you, you pull both pieces down to reveal the bare skin of your ass.
āSoā¦maybe you could spank me for not giving you enough attention?ā You try to tease him into it, shaking your hips gently to give him the green light.
This does the trick. Homelander places both his hands on your cheeks, giving them a squeeze, really just playing with the softness of the flesh before he remembers what heās meant to be doing.
Slap.
āHoly shit! Oh-ohhkayy. Fuck. T-that was pretty hard.ā His hand is rigid, hard, unforgiving. With his added strength it was definitely a lot for the first slap. So sharp it jerks tears out of your eyes.Ā
āFuckāIām sorry! Iām sorry.ā You can hear the fear and panic in his voice. In this instance itās both at the idea of hurting you and at disappointing you with not being able to do the act justice.
You gather yourself, as the sting slowly eases off.Ā
āNo, no. Itās okay. It wasnāt bad, it was just a lot. Just rub it a bit. It helps with the stinging.ā His hand is barely touching you now, almost worried that he could cause more damage but he rubs your sore skin anyway. His touch is soothing. His hands are perfect. Unmarred, not a single scar or blemish and you feel the softness melding right against your ass.Ā Ā
āNext time, keep your fingers together. Keep your hand loose, relaxed. Donāt make it too stiff.ā You give him instructions, not wanting to dissuade him from continuing. It may have been hard and definitely a slap youād be more likely to handle better as the spanking went on rather than from the start but it was still exhilarating.Ā
āHomelander,ā you say his name, to break him from the trance while heās still rubbing your ass gently. And as much as that feels good you really want to get the party started so you convey the need for more with a little, āplease?ā
He takes your instructions to heart and he slaps your ass again. This time a little gentler. With his palm less splayed open it makes a deeper sound which is just music to your ears.Ā
āOh fuuuck.ā And it feels just as good as it sounds. Really good. Its gentle sting burns through your skin, thoroughly wetting your pussy. Your eyes roll back at the sensation.Ā
āWas that better?ā He asks with gentleness you never expected him to be capable of.Ā Ā
āY-yeah.ā You slurp back the saliva you feel pooling in your mouth. āIt was perfect.ā
He takes that as his hint to continue as he lands another. And another one. And more. All in the same spot. Your skin is getting brighter and brighter red. The burn is making your toes curl and your pussy throb.
The more you moan the more he spanks you, alternating between your cheeks until theyāre both screaming bright red.Ā
āJesus Christ, youāre leaking all over me.ā Homelander says in an almost incredulous tone, as if heās surprised that pain could make you this riled up. Finally, he sees it for the pleasure it gives you.
āUhh, s-sorry.ā You slur, drooling, already having melted into the couch.Ā
āYouāre really fucking kinky, you know that?āĀ
You laugh at that. āWhat can I say? I know what I like.āĀ
āClearly.ā He ran his hand down the hot, red skin, making you hiss. His hands settled in between your cheeks, spreading them out while his other hand made its way to your pussy, sliding his fingers through the mess you made of yourself.Ā
āMy, my, that got you excited.ā He shoved two fingers in, meeting no resistance as he pumped them in and out. Even with the TV playing in the background the squelching sound of you is still obscenely loud. You should be embarrassed, really, but it feels so good to finally have something soothe the throbbing pain thatās been building up with each slap.Ā
āFuuck. Can I have you, please?ā You whine out, really just wanting to get pounded into the couch while youāre feeling all woozy.
āSo you want me to spank you, and now you want me to fuck you? See, good girls participate. So hop on sweetheart. You gotta work for it too.ā Now he was getting it. With his reservations out of the window, he slips right into teasing you.
You feel yourself flush and throb at his words. Heās so good to you. No matter what, he always makes you feel otherworldly.
With his help you peel yourself off the couch, straddling his lap where heās pushed down his pants. His cock already hard and flushed red. Just like your cheeks.
You sink down on him, letting out a whimper when your cheeks meet his thighs. The skin on skin contact burns, reminding you of each slap you received. You wrap your arms around his neck for support, but really you just want to be close to him.
He kisses you, as if heās been starved for it. This whole time you were facing away from him so itās not like he could have enjoyed your gasps and moans against his lips.
You ride him as hard as your thighs allow, chasing the high of feeling full after the empty feeling you had to take each slap with. With each bounce your ass meets his thighs and your eyebrows pinch together in pain. Good pain. Youāre sure he can feel just how blazing hot your cheeks feel.
Homelander grabs your ass from both sides, helping you up and down. His hands squeeze the bruising flesh, making you gasp for air.
āGood?ā He asks as he massages the flesh, catching you off guard by another slap.
āYea-AH!āsāgood. Really fucking good.ā You mumble, your speech slurring as you lean your forehead against his. It was intimate and debauched at the same time and it didnāt take either one of you long to finish. His cock was hitting you just right and with the added sting of your skin and the occasional slap he landed on alternating cheeks you unraveled on his lap. As you cling onto him with spent, burning thighs he finishes inside you with a few more strokes and you fully collapse into his arms.Ā
āSee? I told you itād be fun.ā Youāre panting against him, trying to calm your poor body down. Spent, satisfied and still burning up. You wonder how long youāre gonna feel that everytime you sit.
Hopefully for a while.
āMhm. You got any more of these great ideas?ā
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I absolutely love they way you write Homelander!!! He's got me in a vice grip ššš
The brain rot is so real
I wanted to request something, you might have already done it but it dosnt hurt to ask right?
*cough cough* sky sex? Like Homelander and the reader fucking over the skyline... much like the end of season 2 except he's not alone this time?
Annnnndddd maybe the reader is terrified of heights?
Who knows š¤·š¼āāļø
I hope this was an okay request!!! I love your work and I hope everything is going well for you š«
the sky is ours.
notes: hello guys! im finally back :) i know the wait was loooong and i apologise about that :ā( iāll start by responding to my asks because theyāre really getting me in my writing mood. warnings: mature content. minors do not engage.
The cold night air rushed past your face, stealing your breath as you soared high above the city's skyline. Your arms were wrapped tightly around Homelander's neck, your body pressed against his as he carried you through the air like you were nothing but a feather. The world below was a blur of lights and buildings, tiny and insignificant from this height, while the sky stretched out endlessly around you.
Despite the exhilarating sensation of being weightless, your heart pounded in your chest for an entirely different reason. You weren't one for heights. In fact, you hated them.
Every instinct in your body screamed at you to hold on tighter, to demand to be put back down on solid ground, but the thought of doing so seemed impossible with Homelander's arms cradling you with such ease. His power was palpable, and even though you knew he could kill you with a single motion, there was a strange sense of comfort in his grasp.
"You okay up here?" His voice was smooth, low, and teasing, but his eyes flicked toward you with a glimmer of something genuine.
The deep blue of his eyes seemed to glow against the night, and you had to force yourself to look away.
"I'm fine," you managed to say, your voice shaky, despite your attempt to sound calm.
You didn't want him to know just how terrifying this was for you, but it was impossible to hide the tremor in your voice.
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, his lips curling at the edges as if he could sense your fear. "You sure about that, sweetheart? You're shaking like a leaf."
You tightened your grip around his neck, digging your nails into his cape, feeling the way the fabric stretched beneath your fingers. "I said I'm fine," you repeated, more forcefully this time, though you weren't sure who you were trying to convince-him or yourself.
Homelander let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating with amusement. "I know you're scared. I can hear your heartbeat," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "But don't worry. I've got you."
His words were meant to be comforting, but the way he said them, with that dark, seductive edge, only made you more aware of how dangerous he was. It wasn't just his power that terrified you; it was the way he made you feel. Being with him was like standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between fear and desire, unsure of which way you were going to fall.
"You... You're not going to drop me, right?" The question came out before you could stop it, the fear lacing your voice more obvious than ever.
He grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he adjusted his grip on you, his hands sliding down to your waist, holding you tighter against him. "Drop you? Now, why would I do that?" His voice was thick with teasing, but there was an undertone of seriousness that sent a chill through you.
The truth was, he could drop you. He could let you fall to your death right now, and no one would stop him. But you knew he wouldn't-at least, not tonight. Tonight, his mood was playful, almost tender, in his own twisted way. There was something possessive in the way he held you, something that made you feel like, at this moment, he didn't want to let you go.
"Relax, sweetheart. Enjoy the view," he said, his voice dropping to a softer, almost intimate tone as he flew higher, the city shrinking below you. "Not everyone gets to see the world like this."
Your stomach churned as you glanced down at the sea of lights far beneath your feet, the skyscrapers looking like toys from this height. You could feel the wind whipping through your hair, the cold biting at your skin, but the overwhelming sensation was the dizzying fear of falling, of plummeting into the void below.
"I... I can't," you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut to block out the terrifying sight. "I hate heights, Homelander. Please, can we go down?"
He hummed thoughtfully, his fingers tracing slow circles on your waist as if he were considering it. "Hmm, I don't know..." he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "I kind of like you like this. All vulnerable. All mine."
His words sent a jolt of electricity through you, awakening a heat deep inside that contrasted with the icy fear coursing through your veins. Despite everything-despite how terrifying this was, despite the fact that he could drop you at any moment, you were drawn to him, irresistibly so.
"I thought you were stronger than this," he taunted, his breath hot against your neck.
"You can't really be that scared, can you?"
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding so loudly in your ears you were sure he could hear it. "I'm not scared," you lied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I don't like it."
"Oh, I think you like it more than you're willing to admit," he said, his voice dropping even lower, more predatory, as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of your neck. "The fear... the thrill. It's exciting, isn't it?"
A soft gasp escaped your lips as his mouth trailed down your throat, his tongue flicking against your skin, and despite yourself, despite the fear, you couldn't help the way your body reacted to him. Your pulse quickened, but this time it wasn't just from the terror-it was from the undeniable desire that had been building between the two of you for so long.
He chuckled, clearly aware of the effect he was having on you. "That's it," he whispered, his hand sliding up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back, exposing more of your neck to his hungry mouth. "You can't deny it. You want this."
Your mind was spinning, the fear of heights warring with the intoxicating heat of his touch. You hated that he was right. You hated that despite everything, despite how dangerous and terrifying he was, you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything in your life.
"Homelander.." you breathed, your voice trembling as his hands roamed over your body, his touch firm and possessive. You could feel the raw power beneath his fingertips, the control he had over you, and it made your heart race even faster.
"I could take you right here, right now," he murmured against your skin, his voice dark and full of promise. "High above the world... where no one else can reach us."
Your breath caught in your throat at his words, the imagery sending a rush of adrenaline through your veins. The idea was terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly intoxicating all at once.
He moved his face back to yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that took your breath away. It was rough, demanding, and full of an intensity that only Homelander could bring. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your whole body ache with need.
Your fear melted away, replaced by the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. You were his, completely and utterly, and in this moment, high above the world, it didn't matter that you were terrified of heights. All that mattered was him-the way he made you feel, the way his power wrapped around you like a cocoon, keeping you safe and dangerous all at once.
The tension between you both snapped like a taut wire, and in one swift, dizzying motion, Homelander had you pinned against him, hovering impossibly high above the shimmering city.
The cold air bit at your skin, but his body was a furnace, burning with heat and power as his hands roamed over you, pulling you closer.
His mouth crashed against yours, a demanding, hungry kiss that left you breathless, and before you could even comprehend the danger of the height, your body was responding to him with equal fervor. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you around his waist, his strength holding you effortlessly as he pressed into you with a low, possessive growl.
The sensation of him inside you was overwhelming, heightened by the adrenaline of being so far from solid ground, and all you could do was cling to him as he thrust into you, each movement sending shockwaves through your body.
The world around you disappeared, the city below forgotten, as the only thing that existed was him-his strength, his control, the way he dominated you completely.
Your cries were swallowed by the wind, mixing with his low, primal groans as he moved faster, his grip on you tightening with each rough, relentless thrust. The fear of falling faded into the background, replaced by the raw, intoxicating pleasure that surged between you both, as if you were defying gravity itself, suspended in the sky, lost in the intensity of the moment.
And as his hands roamed over your body, his breath hot against your skin, you realized that maybe-just maybe-the sky was where you belonged after all.
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Description: Y/N catches Homie looking through her things.
Warning: Smutty
Word Count: 477
Request: So most homelander fics have that one scene where heās so obsessed at first that he snoops in your apartment at night like a lil creep⦠what if the reader was a night owl and caught him red handed? š
They werenāt dating but they were sleeping together. Homelander had yet to make the move on her to make it official. He, instead of asking, wanted to know more about her before making things official. He had a bunch of questions running through his head on whether or not she was worthy of him.
She was hot, sexy, beautiful, all of that but he didnāt know much about her family or childhood. So he was outside her window waiting for her to fall asleep. He didnāt know exactly when she fell asleep outside of him fucking her to sleep. He looked into her room and saw a form under the blankets.
He figured that was her sleeping and decided to sneak inside. Her window was cracked to let the cool air in so he snuck in through the window. He kept eyeing the bed to make sure that she was asleep. He looked around the room for anything he could peek through. He first went up to her dresser and carefully opened the first drawer which was her panties
. She had all types of colors and kinds. Lacey to satin and silk. He smirked and thought about sniffing them but realized these were the clean ones so he really wouldnāt be smelling what he wanted. He looked around and saw clothes on the ground by the door and walked over to them.
She had just worn these clothes. He would know since he stalks her. He saw a black thong in the pile and picked it up. He held it to his face and sniffed them. He immediately became hard at the smell and shoved them in his pocket for later. He had hoped she didnāt realize they were missing as it seemed she was a 100 other pairs.
As quickly as he had turned, Y/N jumped out of the bed and had her phone in her hand. She wasnāt asleep. He looked at her in shock and she gave him a ābitch, really?ā look. āPut my panties back, Homelander.ā She tells him.
He gave her a fake confused look. āWhat are you talking about?ā āI saw you take them and sniff them.ā She said and before he could conjure some lie up she continued, āIs this what you do to every girl you fuck? You sneak into their house like a fucking pervert?ā He had no words.
She looked down at his hard on and smirked. She walked up to him and cupped his dick. He gasped, she mumbled something about him being pathetic and moved her hand around his covered dick. He swallowed hard and tried to keep the noises inside. Her other hand moved around to what he thought was his ass but she quickly grabbed her dirty panties from him. She quickly stepped back and pointed at the door, āGet the fuck out!.ā
CW ā» unprotected sex ā rough sex ā creampie ā knife kink ā cutting ā blood kink ā blood consumption ā slight overstimulation ā Cooper might wanna eat you whole ā if i missed anything, lmk!
SUMMARY ā» you two stay in a hotelroom to get some good shut eye, but instead you find yourselves finally working through the heavy tension the only way you know how to. WC ā» 1K~.
"oh fuck-" you moaned, eyes rolling back as he plowed into you relentlessly. the cold metal of the sharp knife pressed to your throat and the cold counter you were seated on only adding to the pleasure somehow.
you tilted your head up a little, almost subconsciously trying to get away from the knifeā despite knowing he wouldn't harm you with it. he wouldn't, would he?
the way his half lidded eyes are fixed on the knife against your throat, you weren't entirely sure. but the way his cock was slamming into you blurred any fear you hadā you felt like you could die fine like this, with his cock bullying your insides, and a rough hand holding your waist bruisingly.
"come on darl'," he rasped against your ear. "bet your blood tastes as sweet as your lips." he grins sickly, his yellow teeth on full display.
his voice almost makes you want to give inā lean into the knife as he slits your throat, fucking you into hell as he laps at the fountain of bloodā the way he's fucking you almost has you dreaming for it to happen.
your back arches as his aching head brushes against your cervix, throat pressing ever more into the knife. a whimper leaves your lips as you feel the knife ever so slightly slice your skin. blood almost immediately starts to slowly drip down, his eyes practically lighting up at the sight.
"would you look at that, want me to taste you that bad sweetheart?" he groans, his pace faltering slightly.
you whimpered, clenching around him erraticallyā you didn't want to be this turned on, but my god did you want to give him anything he'd ask for.
you nodded, the knife only digging into the small wound more, more blood dripping from it and dripping onto your breasts. he has never seen a more beautiful sight than that.
he groans, eyes still glued to the wound, reluctantly pulling the bloodied knife from your throat, dropping it beside you as his now free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in closer by it. you let out a high pitched moan as his pace slows down and gets deeper.
you're almost embarrassed by the sound that escapes you when his radiation thinned lips attached to your chest, sucking up the the spilled blood. you're almost even more embarrassed of how much the moan he lets out turns you onā the sound so pleasured, as if he's just tasted the best thing in existence.
"if only you could taste yourself darl', sweet 'n rich. you might be my new favourite flavour." he moans against your chest, tongue lapping up the small stream of blood all the way up your throat until he reaches the source.
you didn't even see your climax coming until it hit youā the sensation of his cock rearranging your guts and his almost none existent lips painfully sucking on the wound like his life depends on it have you crashing over the edge so violently you almost see stars.
"that's it darlin', mm that's it." he coaxes in a groan, hips stuttering from the way you're pulsing around him.
he's not far behindā the way your walls are suffocating him and the way your blood drips down his throat has him fucking into you in a frenzied state. hip bones thudding into yours in a dull, almost pleasurable pain.
"i wish i could taste you all day, suffocate in your sickly sweet taste, drown in it." he rasped against your throat, his voice strained as he plows into you.
"please Cooper," you cry, thighs trembling and your head feeling light headed. "please please please," you didn't even know what you were pleading for at this pointā your head swimming with pleasure and overstimulation as tears rolled down your cheeks and joined the blood on your chest.
"aw, look at my darlin' cryin' so sweetly for me," he groaned, thin bloody lips kissing the tears awayā leaving bloody lip stains across your skin. if only you could see yourself like thisā bloody lips all over your cheeks like a sick painting.
his hips stuttered and you knew he was close. your fingers digging into his scarred biceps as he his pace sped up, pathetic whimpers and cries leaving you as you shook against himā clinging on to him.
"gonna fill you up, fuck i might suck you dry while i'm at it my sweet sugar." he lapped at your throat, his hips stuttering before they come to a haltā slamming into you for the final time as he cums.
his thin lips wrapped around the wound as he paints your walls white with his cum, slowly fucking it into you as he laps up the blood around his lips as he savors it.
he pulls away from your throat and you fall over into his arms, head laying on his shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. he holds you against him, savouring the blood on his teeth as he breathes in and out deeply.
the hotelroom is almost entirely silent besides the sound of heavy breathing, you've collapsed almost entirely against him, panting and fighting the slight lightheaded feeling.
after some time he pulls you off him, holding your face. "darlin'?" he asks, angling your face to look at him. "we doin' okay?" you blinked slowly, sluggishly nodding. he leans in, pressing his mouth to yours. you tiredly moan at the coppery taste invading your senses as his tongue swirls around yours.
he pulls away, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek. "let's get cleaned up, yeah?" you nod, your head swimming as you're trying to focus on him.
he snakes an arm around your waist, the other resting under your ass when he picks you upā walking over to wnat looked like a bathroom with some rags for towels still hanging around, your blood smearing across his thickly scarred chest in a way he hopes to never forget.
A/N: Not sure if this counts as monsterfucking lol.
Claims to hate you and wants nothing to do with you other being your guide and getting payed
Never touches you, calls your face too pretty and he's always had a weak spot for those
It's a damn curse in his opinion
You enjoy teasing him, running a hand over his gloved one, massaging his shoulders, whispering into his ear, all the while knowing he won't do a thing about it
Had a tent in his pants on many mornings and went off to take care of it
Didn't know you were taking care of yourself too
But how far coukd this really go, how long would he avoid you
You always slept in seperated beds just to be safe so you took tonight to test your theory
With your backs turned to each other you push your hand into your pants, only rubbing on the outside until you're wet enough to put a finger in
Loud moans sound from your bed and you know he hears them
Cooper knows you're only human but at least he takes care of his urges before bed
Not possible, you're horny now it can't wait, can't he see that
You turn to him, covers off, shirt pulled up and pants and underwear down your thighs, pussy wet and on display for him
His mouth falls open at the sexy sight
Been far too long since he's seen something like this, the effect is near instant
With a groan he sits up, unbuckles and unzips his pants to grab his hard cock
Expects you to look away, he knows he isn't the best man to look at
But you don't, you push another finger into your pussy to better mimic the girth he has in his hand
You're not hiding your pleasure and neither is he
This is the only way you can get off mutually
As his cock drips with cum you find yourself licking your lips, wondering how he tastes but you know you can't suck him off
Cooper sees you looking, feeling himself on edge from your teasing
He mumbles a low 'fuck' as he leans against the wall, spilling cum all over his hand
You want it inside so bad, so so bed, you're saying it loudly, moaning his name as you come
The two of you don't break eye contact while your orgasmic highs fade away, only for you to wink at him
You hear him call you a brat befkre he gets up to go get something to clean up with
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Virginal vault dweller reader you say?? I'd eat that up (and so would Cooper, heh) but seriously I would read the hell out of that if you're up for it <3
Different Up Here
Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 6.3k
anon thank you lmao i had already started drafting this, so vault dweller reader isn't quite a virgin but they are definitely inexperienced and have never known pleasure like the kind that cooper can offer š¤
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minors DNI!! š cw: power imbalance, dubious consent because once you've said yes to cooper you can't change your mind, overstimulation, crying, oral sex, fingering, rimming, instructional, full penetration babiessss i realised i never tag that shit but yeah it's in here lmao, cumming inside, no protection, sweet coop afterwards but only briefly
If anyone else had asked you in that moment how you were, you couldn't have answered accurately without any hint of sarcasm and irritation. You were being worn down, like buildings by the sands of the desert. Each little molecule of your optimism being torn away from you, painful like plucking a hair. But when Cooper asked you, you tried your best to push down your knee jerk response.
"Let's see, shall we? Since leaving the vault a month ago, bravely in search of resources and supplies for my friends, I have killed, maimed, and eaten things I hope to never think of again. I'm in a constant cycle of very, very stressed and then very, very bored where there is no happy medium between fearing for my life and wishing for death. And oh, by the way, I'm sweating buckets the whole time because it's deathly fucking warm. Thank you for asking, Cooper!"
Instead, you shrugged and offered him at least a partial truth.
"It sounds silly... but I'm kind of bored."
A dry chuckle passed over Cooper's lips.
"Heh, that's a new one for out here."
Sensing an opportunity to at least get some conversation out of him, you sat up on the rusty bed frame, your body sinking into the almost entirely flattened mattress as you crossed your legs and did your best to get Cooper to talk more than a sentence at a time.
"Really? I would have thought you'd be bored a lot, especially when there's no raiders, or mirelurks, or scavengers, or feral ghouls, or super mutants, or roving gangs of-"
"See, this is why I'm never bored. Always somethin' or someone to be killin'."
"But what about like... now? When there's nothing else to do. There's no magazines, no books, no TV."
You watched as Cooper turned from you with a slight smile. You knew the one, the familiar grin that meant you'd divulged some information about your life in the vaults, something he always found so amusing. It was your naivety, your optimism. He was endlessly fascinated by it, as though listening to you talk about it reminded him of something he had before.
That fascinated you. It made you want to stay around him, the way he listened silently as you talked about the old films that were on the holotapes, the food that was still fresh and available, the music you could hear whenever you wanted to, not reliant on some two-bit radio host. He paid attention to you. And any time his deep, brown eyes focused on your lips it made your heart flutter in an admittedly unexpected manner.
Remembering that feeling, you tried again, hoping that your next approach might be something that interested him a little more than just conversation.
"You know how we used to pass time in the vaults?"
Over the sound of the evening breezes that whipped up the sand you could still hear Cooper sigh before he spoke.
"Now if you tell me that you wanna go out there again tonight to find an old blast radius board... well I am just going to have to shoot you."
You laughed at what you hoped was a joke and waved him off, despite the fact that he was still turned away from you, unable to see your gesture as he tried ignoring you in what you assumed was the hope that you might shut up and leave him alone.
"No, no no no no no. Just..."
The lump in your throat felt like it was about to choke you, so you swallowed the clump of nerves quietly, your voice trembling as you finished your sentence.
"... fooling around... y'know?"
Cooper turned to face you. You had piqued his interest, and you couldn't help but show the giddy glee on your face, the smallest smile crossing your lips as your eyes widened. But his words wiped away all hope that you had garnered in that short span of time.
"Oh... oh darlin'."
He laughed a little, each little sound of the short, sharp giggle like a slap to the face.
"I don't think you're ready for that at all."
You raised an eyebrow, defiant, irritated, and keen to know how he thought he had you pegged so quickly. You'd never talked about anything like that with him before. Was he assuming that you were a virgin based on how you behaved around him alone? Maybe he figured that the lack of flirting on your part was down to a complete lack of experience, when in reality, it was because every flirtatious quip he threw your way made you so nervous and flustered you felt like you might throw up.
"How come I'm not ready? I mean, I've... I've done stuff... I've done it!"
"The fat you're not saying it how it is makes me think that you are absolut-"
"I've had sex, Cooper. I've fucked before. I've been fucked."
Blinking off the irritation at being interrupted by you, Cooper pushed up the brim of his hat and stared directly at you, as though he was examining your, to see if you would stand up for yourself any further.
"By who? One of your little buddies underground? Fucking like little bunnies? I don't think that qualifies you, sweetheart."
"Why? Sex is sex..."
You said it with such confidence. As if you really knew. As if you hadn't spent your teenage years practising on your hand, holding a pillow close, lining up for that one girl in the vault who would sell practice kisses for extra bubble-gum. You'd had sex before, of course. You weren't a liar. Just because you'd only ever done it once didn't render it nonfactual. Just because it had only lasted for all of four minutes. Just because you weren't sure you even orgasmed, and your friend had told you that you'd know if you'd orgasmed. Just because it was all over so quickly, and he'd run off before anyone could catch you both, avoiding you at every opportunity after that.
"... Isn't it?"
"Oh no it ain't. Besides, like I keep telling you, it's different up here. Everything's different up here. And that includes fuckin'."
The way he said the word, consonants enunciated with such grit and vigour, filled your stomach with knots that began to tighten as you considered in what way things were so different.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
Cooper sighed, exasperated, resigning himself to the fact that you were going to keep talking to him regardless of his short replies and attempts to end the conversation.
"You are a dog with a bone, huh? Ain't gonna let it go."
His yellowed teeth were exposed as his lips pulled back in a baring, mischievous smile. Those knots doubled, the ends being pulled by tension in your nervous system as Cooper's smirk put you into a dazed stupor.
"No, sir."
"Now, I don't remember signing on to be your personal tutor in all things apocalypse. Do I really need to show you how everything works up here?"
As your cheeks began to blush, you nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, sir."
You were hopeful for just a bit of a distraction. Something to help take the stress away. To relieve the tension that had been building up between you and Cooper as of late. You'd been studying him, watching the way he looked at you, fascinated by your perceived, and frankly obvious, innocence. The way his fingers moved, contributing to the skilful way he handled his gun and his ropes. The confidence, the charisma, the charms.
You wanted him, but you weren't quite sure how to broach the situation without it seeming desperate. But you were past that now. You were desperate For anything, just something. Something to cure the monotony of walking and hiding and fighting and surviving. You didn't want to just survive. You wanted to at least find a semblance of fun and pleasure in this nightmare you had found yourself in. And in the vaults, when board games and books and debates got boring, there was always fucking. That was what you desired most right now. The fact that Cooper happened to be the closest target for your desires was just a sweet miracle, or a cruel tease depending on how willing he was.
And luckily, he seemed agreeable.
"Well then, how about you come over here and let ol' Coop show you a little thing or two about how dirty you can really get up here in the mean, dusty Wasteland, hm?"
Your excitement was palpable, even though you were trying to keep your composure. There was no escaping the echo of the giddy squeal you let out as you jumped up from the bed and made your way over to Cooper. He waited in the far corner of the room, setting himself down on an old armchair as you stepped towards him, slapping his thighs as an indication of where he wanted you. And you did as you were told, following his instructions, knowing they hadn't led you astray so far in your time together.
It felt awkward at first, being so close to him. You shifted your weight nervously, trying to get comfortable while making sure Cooper was still at ease, which of course, he was. He always was. Nothing stirred him, he was forever at peace. Competent in any situation. Quick to adapt. And as you fidgeted and fussed, you felt his strong hands pushing you forward on his lap, until your chests were practically pressed together, his hands skirting over your lower back as he held you still. In command. In control. The sudden sensation of his hands on your body made your breath hitch, a soft, surprised squeal on the inhale that had Cooper raising his brow at you.
"Now... you agree that you asked for this, alright? Because I am not going to put my effort into entertaining your little whims if you're gonna get fussy and decide it's too much for you. I did warn you."
"Yes, you did, and I really don't think you needed to. I doubt there's too much different about it, and I've picked up what I needed to know pretty quickly from your other lessons, haven't I?"
Your retaliation to his insistence that you needed him to teach you everything, and that some things just might prove themselves a little too hard even for your levels of enthusiasm, had irritated him when he'd first met you. But now your optimism and sheer refusal to believe anything was too much for you were a source of entertainment for him. A challenge.
"That's fine then, darlin'. But I'll remember that."
His eyes bore into your soul, keeping your focus on him as he dared you to look away. They sparkled as he ran his tongue over his lips, the pretence of preparing for his next words covering the obvious flirtation in the way he dragged the flat muscle along his chapped skin.
"So, gimme a benchmark here, lil lady. How much foreplay was involved in your previous encounters? I'd hate to leave you high and dry."
"Foreplay...? What... uh, what is that?"
Cooper sighed, rolling his eyes before closing his eyelids over gently.
"Well, it's something like this."
He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear, rough fingers following the curve and grazing over your neck as he let them drift down the front of your chest, tickling the exposed skin as far as your jumpsuit would allow before he took a hold of the zip at the front. A quick flit of his eyes up to you seemed to ask for permission, and your small, almost imperceptible nod, told him to keep going.
Slowly, painfully so, he pulled the zip down, watching as the centre of your torso was slowly revealed to him. Smooth skin, in comparison to his anyway, clear of any unnatural blemishes or war wounds. One calloused digit followed down your sternum to your stomach and back up, hooking under the left side of the fabric and pulling it over, then the other, exposing the top half of your body to him.
Cooper traced his fingertips over the top of your breasts, watching as your chest moved in and out, slowly, but exaggeratedly. The knots in your stomach felt like they might burst with the tension as his sharp, ragged nails crossed over your hardening nipples, a gentle tingle coursing through your veins.
"Well?"
"No... n-nothing like that... just grabbing..."
"Oh yeah? You like that? How about this?"
He closed two fingers around your nipple, one hand still on your back to keep you balanced as your body reacted to his touch. Between the two digits, you felt your nipples heating up, the slight, burning pain from the way he squeezed them sending a signal down your spine that seemed to affect every part of you. Tighter, tighter, and then as your eyes closed a little more, eyelids pressed tight, he would ease up to offer some relief.
"You like that? Like it rough?"
"I think... I think I like both."
"So, something like this?"
He teased your nipples once more, pressing harder with his fingertips, pulling them out and jiggling your breasts as he tugged at them, this lewder act interspersed with a gentle caress as he held your breast against the palm of his hand, carefully cupping it as he flicked his thumb over the sensitive and completely erect nipple.
You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, Coop's hand moved swiftly from your body to your cheeks, popping the lip back out as he pressed his thumb and forefinger into your face. Understanding the message, and seemingly showing this in your wide-eyed gaze, he let his rough, leathery hand make its way back down to your breast, cupping it once more as he spoke.
"Different, see? Pleasure is hard to come by out here. You gotta do it right when you've got the chance."
Cooper leaned into your neck, whispering the words low and slowly, his dry, chapped lips skimming over your skin as he continued.
"I bet down there they didn't know the first thing about real pleasure. Takes time, something like that. You gotta learn the body, gotta make it feel good."
His teeth grazed over your shoulder and back up along your neck before he pulled back, watching your eyes refocus from the haze of arousal.
"Did they make you feel good?"
"No."
You were confident in that statement. It hadn't felt good. It felt rushed. Clumsy. Shameful. And as you pondered it, your mouth remained open in a slight pout which trembled as Cooper asked his next question.
"And what about your pretty lips... did they kiss them?"
"A little..."
Cooper leaned in, his rough lips pressing onto yours with firm contact, his tongue staying in place as though he imagined that might be a bit too much for you right now. But that same level of restraint didn't keep him from letting his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, pulling it out, only letting go when you winced in surprise as the suddenness of the action.
"Didn't bite them either. Of course not, what am I thinking? That would be a little too adventurous for your kind."
His face took on a darker tone as he smiled knowingly towards you.
āAnd what about these pretty lips?ā
Before you could piece together the question, his hand was diving into your jumpsuit, pushing down the front and past the waist, stroking against the front of your underwear which, by now, was soaking wet with your arousal.
āThey touch these lips, huh?ā
You gasped as he pushed your underwear to the side, stroking his fingers along your slick, plump pussy lips, withdrawing them soon after to taste you on his tongue, the way you had watched him taste the blood of enemies, the blood of victims.
āStand up, darlinā⦠Why donāt you take that suit off, hm? Get yourself comfy.ā
As you raised yourself up from his hips, your legs wobbled under you, not quite steady enough to support you so soon after being reduced to jelly by Cooperās touch, his caramelised words that filled your ears, the sharp twang of his accent, the delicate cadence, the power rumbling underneath like an almost silent bassline.
āDo it slowly though.ā
Cooper watched carefully as you stood nervously before him, shuffling out of your suit, stripping for him, your hips moving from side to side slow and steady, unintentionally sultry in the way you moved. Without taking his eyes from you he reached for his canteen, taking a long sip from it as you let your suit fall down over your legs, stepping out of it and pushing it to the side with your feet.
āThatās it, darlinā. Canāt do this half-hearted. I need to have access to all of you there. Now come sit back down.ā
You held your arms in front of you, feeling far too exposed for the shelter youād found for the evening. No windows, no locks on the doors. But it was difficult to focus on that worry for too long as you watched Cooperās tongue flit back out over his lips, clear strands of drool sparkling in the light as he took you in, hungrily, dreamily.
āTurn around though. You face that way.ā
The metal buttons on the front of his duster coat were cold against the skin of your back, but you leaned into them anyway. Cooperās hand curved around your neck and up under your chin, holding your face forward.
āYou keep an eye out, holler if you see anything coming. Iāll do everything else.ā
A faint clicking sound, the safety on his gun being flicked to off, before those same fingers draped over your mound and down on to your lips, spreading them apart, the cool air of the decrepit room cooling the heat of your hot, aching cunt. With two fingers holding your lips apart, he let the middle digit tap against your clit, each tiny sensation turning your blood cold before heating it exponentially, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow as you felt a tingle in your abdomen.
The finger that tapped the sensitive bud began stroking it from side to side, laying flat against it length wise as Cooper strummed your body, still holding your chin in his hands, smiling to himself every time your back arched away from him in intense pleasure. Every nerve-ending was at his mercy. He was right, it was different up here. But you wondered how much of that was the Wasteland and itās effect on sexuality and pleasure, and how much of it was just him. Cooper Howard, Wasteland bounty hunter, a past life he refused to talk about, the most charismatic monster you had ever met. His fingers, daintily crossing over your clit, as you felt his breath, silent except for an occasional hum of satisfaction in the form of a long moan. Maybe it was just Cooper who was different.
It was hard to focus on this new line of though as his hard fingertips clamped down on your clit, pinching it as he rolled it between his fingers. Even harder when he let his hand drop from your neck and instead began teasing at your nipples once more. Soft, cruel flicks over the hardened bumps, his fingers at work on your body, his lips kissing at the back of your neck. Moans growing louder, more frequent, as he let himself enjoy the act of making you squirm. You could tell he was having fun, as you rolled your hips back a little, feeling the thick bulge of his stiffening cock against your rear. You wondered how it might feel, how it might look, and what he could do differently with it.
āCooper⦠Coop⦠I think Iām going to cumā¦ā
His movements quickened, cock twitching against your body as he pinched tighter and pressed his fingers harder against your cunt.
āDonāt you dare, little lady.ā
āOk Iāll⦠Iāll try but⦠you have to⦠stop⦠please stop⦠Coopā¦ā
He ignored your please, the whining, desperate begging as you tried to stop your body from the natural, encouraged reaction.
āHave some self-control, sweetheart.ā
āCooper, I really canāt⦠please⦠please stop touching meā¦ā
āI absolutely will not.ā
Your fingers dug into his thighs, but you noticed that you refused to move away from him. You wanted to do as he asked, wanted to hold yourself back from the brink of orgasm to prolong his touch, but you couldnāt risk him actually stopping, fearing that your body might crumble if his fingers left your quivering, pathetic body for only a second.
Each stroke against your increasingly wet and sensitive pussy had you trembling and shaking, and Cooper had to remove his hand from your breast to keep you steady, placing it under your chin and holding you steady by the neck.
āI am warning you, missy.ā
āCooper⦠I canāt stopā¦ā
You shuddered and whined as your body gave in to the temptation, feeling a rush of heat and relief as you came on his lap, your arousal coating his pants, adding to the collection of stains and wear on them. But he didnāt stop then.
āNo wait⦠seriously, Cooper⦠I canāt⦠I canāt take much more, honestlyā¦ā
āListen, I told you. I said you better not cum. I wasnāt done with you yet.ā
Your eyes began to sting with tears of exasperation as your body kept on pushing to its limits, conjuring up another wave of climax, tormenting you with never-ending bouts of arousal that kept you rutting against him, despite how painful it was to keep writhing into his body. You could feel your stomach knotting again, not much time between each orgasm to relax, and you dug your hands into his thighs, pushing your body up off of him as you tensed completely.
āOk, this time, you do it on my command. You do it when I say you can, alright?ā
āCooperā¦ā
āDonāt give me that pleading shit, you asked me to show you how things are done. Well this is how Cooper fuckinā Howard does things. So are you ready? You gonna come for me?ā
āC-coop⦠Iāll⦠Iāll tryā¦ā
āGood girl, now you keep that mouth making those whines and moans. I donāt need you to call out my name or anything, I know Iām all youāre thinking about.ā
The praise, the self-confidence, the way his fingers seemed to be pulling your orgasm out, motioning for it to come closer to him.
āCome on, darlinā, come onā¦ā
Your vision blurred as the climax came over you, body rolling and convulsing as you came once more at Cooperās insistence, your cheeks stained with tears, salted water rolling through the layers of grime and clearing paths to your chin.
As you settled back down onto his lap with a shudder, you felt Cooperās fingers stroking through your hair. He was surprisingly gentle, oddly calm, but you supposed that you deserved his kindness as you had done as he had asked, making up for your previous indiscretion. He was almost cooing, shushing you as you found your breath, establishing your sense of self once more after the overstimulating orgasm that shook your core.
āYou seen enough of the big bad world for one day then?ā
You probably had, but you still found yourself shaking your head, ignoring the way your body reacted with a violent twitch at the notion of Cooperās hands delivering intense pleasure.
āA glutton for punishment, hm? Or just keen to learn?ā
As you pondered your answer, Cooper seemed to have come to the conclusion for you, as he tapped your hips and began to shift underneath you.
āAlright then, get onto your knees.ā
Positioning yourself at his feet, you couldnāt help but look up at him, catching his eyes as he looked down at you with that unique brand of disdain and intrigue he had somehow mastered. You knew what was coming, what was about to happen, and your mouth began watering at the thought. What he might taste like. What he might look like.
You didnāt have to imagine for long though, as you could see his fingers working the belt of his pants, loosening it, unzipping his fly, and gripping his semi-erect cock at the base as he took it out, brandishing it. He kept close attention on your own eyes, a soft sigh of relief imperceptibly escaping his chest as he noticed your pupils widen, your mouth opening in preparation for him.
It was exactly as you had expected. The texture of the shaft was similar to that of his cheeks and his forearms, a similar colouring, though darker at the base and on the shaft which was tinted red. Thick, purple tinged veins covered it, winding around the length, cutting across the ridges of the scars.
āYou can come closer, darlinā. I donāt know what they told you about mutations and radiation effects down there in your little utopia, but I can assure you⦠it doesnāt bite.ā
The fear was palpable, clearly, but it was nothing to do with Cooperās body and everything to do with your lack of experience, which, despite you arguing otherwise, was becoming plainly obvious even to you. You had only ever touched a cock with your hands outside of being quickly fucked. Several times youād been cajoled into quickly stroking an erection under the blankets before your partner ran off to the bathroom, clean and tidy, flushing away the sins. And you were very well aware that there was always the option to suck on one, but it had never presented itself. It had never seemed that appealing to you. Until you were faced with Cooperās.
He hadnāt even asked you to do either yet, but you found yourself curious, salivating over the thought of him, mind racing as you imagined how he might feel against your tongue.
āCan I taste it⦠you?ā
Cooper smiled warmly, one of the few times you had seen him look at you with genuine pride.
āNow that is using your initiative. Of course you can.ā
You kept your hands to yourself as you leaned in towards his body, content to let Cooper wield his length at you, his hand firm around the base as you inched closer, tongue pressed out over your lips. A strand of drool collected and spilled forward, hitting the floor in a soft patter just before the tip of your tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock.
A lot of the movements were instinctual, following your desires more than what you thought might be protocol as you dragged your tongue up the shaft and swirled over the blushing head of his cock. It tasted bitter, but in a pleasant way.Ā Savoury, not sweet. Salted, a tang that stayed there for a few seconds after your tongue had moved on to another spot. A flavour you found yourself craving now.
Cooper gripped tighter and pushed forward, taking you by surprise as he slid himself into your mouth, his free hand moving to the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. As the taste of him hit the back of your tongue, cock almost touching your throat, you coughed and spluttered a little.
āFuck me, darlinā⦠do you need me to show you how to do this too?ā
He looked down at you, filled with pity as he saw your face. Red cheeks, puffed out, lips stretched over the girth of his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.
āBreath through your nose⦠breathe inā¦ā
You followed his instructions, instantly calmed when you found your lungs filling with air once more. Almost immediately back to enjoying yourself, the feeling of Cooper inside of you, the control he had as he held your head against him.
āNow⦠you donāt want to choke too much, so keep your tongue flat⦠yeah, just like thatā¦ā
It was so much easier like that, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer and redder as you realised that not only had you embarrassed yourself with your spluttering and lack of knowledge, but that Cooper had clearly done this a lot.
āAnd your teeth⦠well, usually theyāll tell you to keep āem outta the way, but you know me⦠gotta be differentā¦ā
Taking the hint, you let your jaw close slightly, the pain of the stretch lessened, your teeth scraping along the top of his shaft as your tongue worked the underneath, sucking and rolling as much as you could while keeping it flat.
He didnāt say much else, and you couldnāt tell if he was particularly enjoying himself. It worried you, the fact that he had specific preferences, the way it was so clear how much more experienced he was than you. How many others had there been? And were they all better than you? As your mind wandered to your anxieties, you completely missed the fact that you had begun to drool all over yourself until Cooper relaxed his grip on your head and wiped at your chin with his thumb. Catching your eyes and sensing some of your worries, he was surprisingly quick to soothe you.
āYou can swallow or spit or let it all spill out, I donāt mind makinā a mess darlinā. But whatever youāre doing, you keep that up.ā
You were so pathetically grateful for the encouragement, for the tiniest semblance of praise, that you felt yourself moaning involuntarily. The soothing motion of sucking on his cock, the taste of something new, the comforting knowledge that he was happy with your efforts. You could feel your clit throbbing, aroused by Cooperās satisfaction, how pleased he was with the way you worked him over.
Which is why it surprised you so much when he pulled his cock from your mouth, your lips slipping off of it with a disgustingly lewd popping sound, drool spilling onto your chin in long strands which stretched from your lips to his cock and tore apart as he distanced himself from you.
And again, that sympathetic gaze, the way he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it.
āOh, donāt you look at me with those big, sad eyes. You got nothinā to worry about, sweetheart. That was good, āspecially for a first tryā¦ā
He winked to you as he spoke, causing your heart to skip enough beats that you thought you might die there and then.
ā⦠Itās just that Iām all slicked up and ready to go now⦠so you wanna bend over for me? Or do you wanna come sit on my lap?ā
āUh⦠lap, please⦠I was kinda bent over for the last⦠first time.ā
āWell, you come and take a seat then, darlinā, let olā Coop show you something new.ā
You nervously settled your entirely nude body back down onto his thighs. Cooperās hands were gentle against your shoulders as he pulled you backwards with him, leaning at a slight angle in the chair, his cock rigid and firm as it sat against your waiting cunt, coated in your drool which almost seemed to shimmer with the dancing light of the fire.
Then, so carefully, so gently, far more than youād ever seen him be before, Cooper took hold of his cock at the base and slid it inside of you, one hand on your stomach as he braced you, keeping your body steady as he inserted himself further and further between your clenching walls.
āBigger than before?ā
You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the distinct stretch, his rough, textured cock forcing its way inside your cunt, pressed up to the hilt, testing your limits.
āBetter?ā
āMhmā¦ā
āSpeak up, darlinā.ā
With your voice strained and breathy, you managed to form some words.
āYes⦠itās better.ā
āThatās it, good girl. Now, Iām gonna buck my hips, ok? You just try and keep your balance.ā
Below you, Cooper shifted a little, his hips rolling backwards, inches of his cock escaping your tight, aching cunt, before he rolled them forwards and upwards, back into you. A slow, steady pace that he focused on keeping until you felt warmer, more relaxed.
āYou got this, itās like riding a horse.ā
āIāve never⦠hm⦠ridden a horseā¦ā
Cooper chuckled, a low and rasping sound that sent shivers over your skin and seemed close enough to you that it was coming from inside of your body.
āNever ridden a ghoul before either, but youāre handling it alright for a first timer.ā
You were coping ok, you had to admit, but you could feel your stomach muscles tensing, the knots back in full force as they tensed and tightened, loosened and frayed with each pump of his cock within you.
āAh⦠Cooperā¦ā
āToo much, darlinā? Does it hurt?ā
There was a sense of genuine care in his tone, as though he had taken it upon himself to show you that yes, things were different up there in the Wasteland, but that didnāt always mean they were worse. Some things were good, if not a little bit difficult to take at first.
āA littleā¦ā
Cooper tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lean back completely against his shoulder. In a delicate move, one far more romantic than you imagined from him, he ran his thumb over your lips, angling his neck to look at them, his own mouth open ever so slightly, a monotonous panting as he kept his hips moving, increasing the speed and the force at which he entered you.
His eyes flicked up suddenly, looking into yours, catching your gaze and holding unblinking eye contact as he spoke.
āI know⦠I know⦠Just a little longer, thoughā¦ā
He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock pushing against your body, enveloped in your hot, wet, velvety interior.
āI know it hurts⦠but I aināt stopping, so donāt even ask⦠hereā¦ā
You watched as he brought a finger to your lips, offering it up to you.
āā¦you bite down on that if it gets too much, ok⦠but donāt hold back on those sweet sounds⦠I wanna hear you scream.ā
With that vaguely threatening remark, he thrust up into you, banging against your body, spurring on your orgasm but unleashing a dull ache that spread through every sensitive part of you.
āWonāt⦠be long⦠keep it together⦠good girl⦠ good girlā¦ā
It felt good, the pain, the sting, the ache, the shivers. The fact that he was using you, finding pleasure in you. All of it culminating in Cooperās nearing orgasm which you could sense was closing in on him. His movements were becoming more frantic, sloppier, and he was mouthing all manner of sweet nothings as he let his faƧade slip away.
And those soft mumbles opened up into a wide roar as he clung to your body, the hand on your neck cutting off the air to your lungs only briefly, one hand on your lap pressing sharp indents into your skin as he forced himself into you. The last few moments of his fevered thrusting, fucking you wildly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he rutted into you in a dazed stupor before his body gave in. His cock throbbed, each pulse sending another rope of cum against your insides, filling you with his seed as he shuddered finally, slinking backwards into the chair and taking in a deep breath as you removed yourself from him.
Youād only managed to take a few steps forward before Cooper addressed you, opening his eyes to watch you standing there awkwardly, his cum dripping down your thighs, a warmth that quickly turned cool in the air of the room.
āDid I say you could get up?ā
Panic settled in your chest, aware that you had waited until you felt his muscles relax, his body retreating from you, before you slid off his cock, expecting him to push you away anyway, like your first time. You assumed he was finished, and you werenāt sure you were ready for the idea that he might not be done with you.
āAre we⦠oh, Cooper, I really canāt take anymore.ā
Even as you stood, you could feel your legs shaking, weakened by the intense orgasms, the way they tightened against his every movement.
āThatās different up here too then, I suppose.ā
Cooper stood up from the chair, pacing towards you with a purposeful stride as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them up as he reached you. You inhaled sharply as he placed his hand at the back of your head, those knots in your stomach beginning to form again, worried that a further, albeit pleasurable punishment was on the cards. But you were surprised as he slid his free hand around your back, tugging at your waist as he pulled you in close to him. A quick smile before his lips were on yours, the brim of his hat pushed upwards as he leaned into the kiss. Warm, gentle, the kind of kiss youād seen in movies. Practised and confident, meaningful, sincere.
When he pulled back, your body following him a little before you settled back onto your feet, he smiled warmly.
āSweet with the sour, darlinā. You gotta keep āem wanting more.ā
āM-more?ā
More as in now? Or more as in the idea that Cooper had enjoyed himself and would be willing to offer that kind of pleasure to you again. And he answered with a wink.
āDefinitely. Thereās a still a lot youāve got to learn.ā
I swear to God I never get tired of the Astarion-tries-to-endure-his-needlessly-dramatic-partner trope.
Situation my bg3-addled brain came up with this morning:
Way into the storyline, Astarionās partner is emerging from their shared tent to have someone awkwardly point out theyāre still bleeding a little from a recent neck bite.
āOh hey, got a little blood there, heh. Might want to wipe that up.ā
And then Astarionās partner responding with mock horror: āOh my goDS WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME, MY NECK HAS BEEN FEASTED UPON??? A VAMPIRE WALKS AMONG US???ā
Astarion is just in the background, facepalming and muttering to himself like āWHY is this gremlin the one Iāve fallen in love with.ā
Meanwhile said partner is dramatically flailing about while everyone else looks on like āyep, those twoās dynamic is totally absurd.ā
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* If you are a virgin donāt worry sweet tooth is too!
* When he gets horny and you donāt know & you guys are in public, he would press himself against your body from behind and wrap his arms around you while you talk to people or in a discussion. If you still donāt get the memo he would move his mask and kiss your neck and then you get the memo and excuse yourself from the discussion and go to a room / bathroom ( depending where you are )
* He would never be mean when you guys have the deed, he also doesnāt like teasing since heās is new to this he just wants to go at it without teasing and degrading
* he would praise you a lot and worship your body, he would only show his face to you.
* speaking of his face, he loves smothering his face into your breast or neck while heās humping / thrusting into you
* he would never wear his mask around you only when you guys go out and thereās people their
* heās really passionate when it comes to sex, and when you have sex with him, it feels amazing.
* loves to have you close to him for example chest to chest, stomach to stomach.
* loves to take it from behind and from the front, but he wants you to lay flat though so he can lay on you and thrust into you
* he would mark you a lot by leaving hickeys and sometimes bruises ( when you guys are done having the deed and sees the bruises or bruise he will apologise so many times and you have to reassure him that itās okay )
* when you guys are done having sex and youāre guys are puffed out, he will lay on you or you guys lay on your side and hug each other. ( he lives for that )
* he will ask if heās hurting you when you guys do it, even when he enters your hole he will ask if heās hurting you.
* he loves you a lot to make it this far, He thinks youāre his soulmate ( because u are š )
* he loves to worship your body and smother it in kisses and hickeys
* his sex is so passionate you feel like youāre floating
* please do not break this manās heart because he will feel like he was used or overthink if he did something wrong.
* he might play some music while you guys do it
* he definitely jerks or sometimes and leaves the room once heās done and he sees you and gets a boner.
* speaking of a boner, he thinks of something very sexual while youāre doing something cute or just talking to people he will get a boner and he uses your body to cover it, sometimes he makes you feel his boner.
* he loves shower sex, pool sex, bed sex and quickies.
* he gets jealous very easily and will have jealous sex with you but makes the person watch, and brags how good you make him feel and taunts the person .
* btw heās really good at giving, and when you give him head heās very vocal and he wouldnāt even be able to look at you, your name rolls off his tongue loudly and long with swear words due to the pleasure.
* heās also very loud when you guys have sex and he wants the slashers / friends or whoever to know that you guys belong to each other
* loves dry humping you when you are just laying on the bed
* when youāre sleep and he wakes you up, it probably because heās asking a question on something you might want to take to work ( food ) or him asking you if he could fuck you.
* if you say yes while all sleepy and have your face on the pillow with arms around it, he will wrap his arms from underneath and pull down your underwear ( he likes it when you wear nothing but a underwear) and starts humping you slowly while you moan all sleepy and whimper underneath him.
* if you say no and want him to go to bed and hug you, he will beg you and if you still say no. He will whine and get into the bed and wrap his arms around waist while he makes you feel how hard he is, he slowly humps you dry and if you get annoyed he will start kissing your neck while slowly humping you dry from behind while you still have your underwear on and so does he
* loves it when you allow him to leave his cock inside you and make it warm
dante is sloppy. he likes it filthy and messy. the sight of your sticky cunt covered with his cum drives him so fucking feral that he lowers his mouth onto you and laps it up, moaning at how good you both taste. he knows youāre still sensitive from your last orgasm, overstimulated by the way you squeal his name and pull on his hair, but dante doesnāt care. he needs to feel you cum on his face. he wants it so bad that he whines into your cunt, slipping two fingers inside you while his lips wrap around your clit, the sensitivity bringing you close to another orgasm.
āfuck, you taste so good, angel⦠tastes so good when youāre covered in me. cmon princess, squirt for me, please make a mess on meā¦ā
a hand comes to press down on your lower abdomen and thatās enough to send you hurtling over the edge, all the pressure building up finally releasing. you shake violently while dante fucks you through your orgasm, but heās got you, licking up all you have to offer. he pulls back for a moment to admire your pussy glistening with saliva, cum, and squirt, smoothing his hands over your thighs. āgood job, pretty girl⦠give me another one, yeah?ā
nero
nero is sweet, so gentle that itās almost teasing. heās nervous peeling off your panties to admire your pretty pussy, shiny with arousal. heās so awestruck that he forgets heās just staring and his warm breath tickles, making you close your thighs instinctively, a bit shyly.
āno, no,ā he says as he gently pries your legs open once more. his eyes meet yours. āyouāre so gorgeous.ā
āneroā¦ā
the whine in your voice is so cute that nero just canāt help but give you what you want. he presses a kiss at the junction of your thigh, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your knees. āi know, baby.ā
he loves to kiss everywhere first, softly, over both thighs and all over your pussy. he wants to show you how much you mean to him. it makes you squirm in anticipation with how slow heās being, how ticklish his lips feel, and that almost whine again before finally feeling him press a long kiss to your clit. nero rewards you for your patience by making out with your sensitive clit, the moans it earns him spurring him on, his tongue parting your folds. he canāt get enough of your reaction, entranced by the way your hips twitch with every flick of his tongue. youāre so cute when you grind yourself against his face like this, that he canāt help but hump into the mattress, getting himself off to being used to make you cum.
vergil
vergil is actually feral. for someone who prides himself on composure and self control, heās rough when he eats you out. he canāt help it. his burning desire to taste you is so overwhelming that all he can do is shove his face further into your pussy. he grips the soft flesh of your thighs hard and pins them to the bed, leaving you unable to squirm away from his relentless tongue. itās too much, your clit still sore from your third orgasm but vergil isnāt done. he needs more. āyour tasteā¦ā his voice is a growl, borderline inhuman. āitās driving me insane.ā
the nails digging into the flesh of your thighs become sharper, and you realize that heās close to dting. the realization has your legs accidentally clamping around his head but vergil growls, large hands forcing you open and holding you still.
āenough. take it.ā
you canāt interrupt him, not when heās like this, not when he needs to have his fill of you. he mouths at your pussy, pressing his face into as much as he can. slick coats his face, tongue, nose, everywhere, filling his senses with you, but itās still not enough. he gives your clit a rough, hard lick, pleased how you writhe and whine beneath him. vergil loves how vulnerable and pliant you are, letting him make you cum again and again until heās satisfied.
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