Hashtag Homelight ((LitShark & princesssexci))

[LitShark]

“Welcome back to the live finale of American Hero on Vaught+” Homelander’s face was a mask of mass commercialism—white teeth, white skin, blue eyes, blonde hair, his was the face a nation saw when it looked in the mirror.

Homelander’s face was not his own. It was a mask of meat held in the shape of a smile so that the weak-willed cucks and crybabies could be reassured that he was one of them. The face and the message were both lies. He wasn’t like them. The Lottery scratching, Big Gulp guzzling, triple-chinned lemmings that would lap up this flavor of dogshit in as great quantity as the parent company could produce it.

“Parent Company.”

In Homelander’s case Vaught was quite literally that. They had created him in a lab after extensive market research. His Mother was the Market and his Father was a corporate entity. The bastard of End-of-Days Capitalism. King over a kingdom of walking, shitting wallets with eyes and fingers—watching and typing and fucking and spending.

“Our finalists have come a long way to get here and overcome tremendous odds to make it this far, true heroes, one and all,” Homelander smiled joylessly.

Here they would cut in a montage of the irrelevant fucks who had failed miserably to make these irrelevant fucks seem less like failures themselves. The truth was that there was only one “true hero,” and he was it.

The red light above the camera pointed at him went dark, Starlight had the task of introducing the finalists—it worked for her, since she actually gave a shit. Plus, Homelander still couldn’t be bothered to learn the names of the female finalists—often referring to Silver Kincaid as “Silver Qua’Ran,” and Nubia as “the black one.”

Co-Captain.

What a joke. They really thought that she, she could be his equal. They even had him believing it… for a time.

That was before his birthday. Before he’d unseated the CEO and claimed his rightful place atop Vaught, America and the whole world. They would soon know it, too. His numbers were up and nobody could oppose him now.

Nobody was his equal.

Starlight did her thing. Her ex-boyfriend, was chosen to bring in the Latino demographic as well as keeping that old, familiar will-they? Won’t-they? Chemistry together with Starlight. Homelander hit his spot precisely in time for his cue. His smile landed at the same moment the camera light turned on.

“Welcome to The Seven, amigo,” Homelander clapped Supersonic on the shoulder, squeezing his shoulder tight enough to remind him that the only thing stopping him from plucking his arm off his body like a celery stalk was his discretion, “and our second new member, an old member, made new again. The Lord of the Seven Seas! The Deep!”

The Deep overplayed his entrance, as he was wont to do. Just absolutely chewing the scenery and going through the motions. Starlight, on the other hand, was at least doing a better job of concealing her true feelings. Homelander could sense it though, her accelerated pulse, deliberate breathing, clenched fist. She hated this. Every part of it—which only made Homelander love it more.

“Thanks Homelander, it’s great to be back. And Starlight… I know that I can never make up for what happened between us. I can only work on being a better person and improving myself. Being a better feminist, as it were.”

“All of us boys could stand to be better feminists,” Homelander replicated the speech patterns that communicated frivolity. Everyone made sounds that resembled laughter.

No one was being sincere… except maybe for Nubia who rolled her eyes as she exited the stage.

“But in all seriousness, I’ve changed. The love of a good woman has shown me the error of my old ways and I now realize that ‘Time’s Up’ for the behavior that got me thrown out of The Seven. In the spirit of inclusion and progressiveness, I hope that you will allow me the opportunity to redeem myself.”

“That’s right. Because everyone deserves a second chance,” Homelander smiled into the camera, “Just don’t try anything like that again…”

Homelander reached out, tugging a reluctant Starlight into his arms.

“Because she’s my girl now,” Homelander forcibly dipped her and kissed her reluctant lips, lifing her back to standing after the kiss broke. He looked into the camera, “Hashtag Homelight?”

Brrrriinnngg

“Great job Homelander, just amazing work!” Ashley was commending him as they cut the film and interns rushed over to touch up everyone’s makeup. Homelander raised his chin to allow the contour brush along his jawline.

“Did it feel sincere? I’m not sure the kiss read.”

“The kiss was okay, but if we did it again—maybe say ‘Hashtag Homelight’, like a statement. Not a question.”

“A little bit sexy!” the director called forward from the shadows.

“How about it, babe?” Homelander turned to Starlight, smiling triumphantly, “can we take it again? Make it sexy?”

“Great. We’ll go from after The Deep’s line.”

“Sounds good,” Homelander gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

“Places everyone. And… action!”

“That’s right. Because everyone deserves a second chance. Just don’t try anything like that again… She’s my girl now.”

 

[princesssexci]

An hour ago

“Hughie, hughie please I don’t know what to do…they want me to pretend to …”

“Just do what you have to do, Annie. I have to go…”

“But Hughie…”

Click…

Well fuck you too, Hughie.

That had been an hour ago. Annie, Starlight stood straight and walked back onset. She’d literally just been told that Homelander would also be making a special announcement which could’ve literally been anything.

Present time

What the fuck was happening? What the fuck was happening?

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. She was being ignored as usual when she’d suggested adding another female hero to the team for inclusion especially since both female heroes were people of color that would’ve really upped their numbers and showed the world that they actually gave a damn.

But did they really?

Come on, Starlight. No one here cared but her. She could be the motherfucking top hero and no one would listen because she didn’t have a dick and rippling pectorals.

But, at least she was “co captain.”

She smiled easily as she announced that Supersonic was the winner. She saw the disappointment on Silver Kincaid and Nubia’s face, especially Nubia’s face because really she wanted to choose Nubia and almost gave her a look of I’m sorry but couldn’t.

Homelander would see. Fuck was she really scared of that asshole?

Breathe.

She could feel her fists clenching as The Deep walked up next to Supersonic. The buzzing in her ear got louder. She could almost hear nothing. Fuck. Was she having a panic attack?

Just smile.

He was apologizing, right?

“Of course I accept your apology.” She said because she had to for appearance, because if the world hated her then her numbers went down and if her numbers went down then she wasn’t co captain and if she wasn’t co captain then ….

“That’s right. Because everyone deserves a second chance,” Homelander smiled into the camera, “Just don’t try anything like that again…”

Wait… what was happening? Why was Homelander grabbing her? Don’t struggle. The camera was closing in on them. Keep smiling, Starlight told herself. The buzzing no ringing in her ears got louder and then stopped as Homelander spoke:

“Because she’s my girl now,”

She felt his lips against hers and her heart started racing. She didn’t fight him and only barely kissed back. Her stomach churned.

‘Do whatever you have to do, Annie.’ That’s what her fucking boyfriend told her. Was this what he meant? Did he even care that the literal anti christ was kissing her right now?

When Homelander pulled back, she flashed a smile at the camera and looked back at Homelander before the director said cut and she broke away from his arms.

That ear ringing started again and she tuned everyone out. What the hell was that? What the HELL? Was that planned and someone forgot to send her the memo?

They were talking to her again as the makeup brush ran across her face, expecting an answer.

“Yes, sure. Of course.” What had she just agreed to? Think, think.. don’t want to get up there and look like a complete idiot, again.

Breathe. Someone had mentioned making it steamier. So they wanted her to make out with Homelander on camera. Great.

“Places everyone. And… action!”

Starlight got up from her chair and moved back to where she was, next to Homelander. Homelander went through his whole macho ‘Because she’s my girl now.’ Except she wasn’t going to let him take the reigns. Do what you have to do right?

Before Homelander could even think, Starlight lifted up and kissed him first as if that was the hottest thing he’d ever said to her. She forced herself to picture he was Hughie instead of who he actually was and even heard herself whimper some. Her brow furrowed because in the back of her mind she recognized that this was not Hughie kissing her. Someone, was it Super Sonic or The Deep coughed.

She pulled back and just stared at him, gave her 1000 watt smile to him and then the camera. While Homelander was sexier than Hughie (something she’d never admit to anyone) his personality was worse than shit. With the conversation she’d had with Hughie was less than exemplary at the moment, his personality level was loads better than anything Homelander could give.

“AND CUT.”

“Great. Are we …are we done here?” She asked holding that tight smile as she started to walk away.

 

[LitShark]

Homelander was slightly taken aback when Starlight charged in for a second, much more enthusiastic kiss. His gloved hand came up to gently lay along her jawline as his tongue passed ever so gently across her bottom lip. His other hand moved under her cape, spreading out over the small of her back. He could hear the faint whimper that she tried to smother within her chest where her heart was battering the inside of her ribcage. He could smell the pheromones coming off of her cheek and it made him excited.

Sure, this was supposed to be a publicity stunt, a relationship exclusively for the media—but things had begun that way with Maeve. By the end… Homelander made a conscious decision not to squander this moment thinking about his ex.

They held the kiss until just before it became uncomfortable, and both turned out to the cameras, like they’d both been raised to do.

The director called cut and Annie asked is they were done through a clenched-teeth smile. She tried to walk away, but Homelander still had his hands on her—and when she tried to move away, he held fast, as though he was made of marble. Until he let her go, she would remain.

“I mean, I think we all agree that two was better than one. Let’s give it a third shot and see if it keeps on getting better. Don’t you think, babe? Also, you cut before my line. So, let’s go from ‘my girl,’ yeah?”

Homelander released Starlight, but still steered her back to her mark. He turned gloved fingers in the air, signaling the crew to “keep it rolling.”

“…she’s my girl, now.”

Homelander seized Starlight’s hand at the wrist and yanked hard enough that a woman without powers would have had her shoulder violently dislocated—but little Annie Edison was pageant trained. She spun into his arms fluidly and this time he dipped her as they kissed. It seemed like some part of her wanted to resist, but if she were a steel girder, Annie still would have bent backwards into the kiss.

This time, his tongue was in her mouth, writhing sensuously against hers as his hand moved lower on the small of her back. His other hand on the back of her neck, keeping her firmly pinned against his mouth. His head turned faintly, canting back and forth as he continued to lewdly feed her his tongue.

“That’s what I call, making a splash,” Deep contributed an almost tolerable ad lib.

When the kiss broke, Starlight was bent over backwards and Homelander was smiling right into the camera.

“Hashtag Homelight.” Homelander kept smiling through the cut, “now that’s a fucking take.”

Homelander turned back, swinging Starlight back to standing, fast enough for her long, blonde hair to swing around and collide playfully with the side of her face, the over-styled, blonde curls bouncing right back into place.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Are you ready to go get some dinner?”

Homelander held out his gloved hands.

“I’m not sure we’re quite finished here…” Ashley started to interject.

“No. We are done. Thanks anyway. Starlight, come.” Homelander beckoned her to follow with tactical hand signals as he strode confidently toward his room.

 

[princesssexci]

Starlight felt Homelander’s grip tighten. She tried to break out of his hold but that didn’t seem to be working and she was smart enough to know if she continued he’d probably tighten his grip even more. She stopped moving and her jaw clenched for a brief millisecond before it relaxed.

“I mean, I think we all agree that two was better than one. Let’s give it a third shot and see if it keeps on getting better. Don’t you think, babe?”

Starlight literally had to keep from twitching when he called her babe. “Why not….sweetie.” It wasn’t a question and teetered on sarcasm. She held that smile like her life depended on it. It was amazing what pageants could teach you in the long run.

How to deal with bullshit.

“Also, you cut before my line. So, let’s go from ‘my girl,’ yeah?”

She moved back to her mark. Well, actually she was forced back to her mark in the most passive aggressive way and waited for the cue line,”…she’s my girl now.”

Honestly, if she heard that fucking line one more time…

She was getting ready to go in for the kiss but was caught by surprise when he grabbed her wrist and spun her around. Thank god, she’d had all those dance lessons as a kid and those stupid pageants or she probably would’ve been caught off guard.

Fluidly, she spun around and was bent over though she tried to push herself up. That wasn’t working for Starlight though, feeling Homelanders lips crush against hers. What. Was. Going. On?

This is Hughie, just imagine he’s Hughie and it’ll be okay.

That sweet guy who just sees you. He doesn’t see your powers just Annie Edison. Starlight told herself.

She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and felt her body reacting in ways it shouldn’t have been reacting unless she was imagining Homelander was Hughie. For a minute, she let herself belief that it was Hughie and that no one was there, just them.

She nipped at his lip clutching his suit and her brow furrowed again because Hughie didn’t wear spandex anything and then came Deep’s stupid comment. When he pulled back, Starlight couldn’t move even if she wanted to.

What the hell was that?

Was this over yet?

Could she leave?

She needed to call Hughie. She needed to hear his voice so that she knew that everything was okay and that the plan to take down the heroes was still happening.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Are you ready to go get some dinner?”

Starlight looked around at everyone, Ashley seemed incredibly flustered. She swallowed hard. What the fuck was going on?

“If we do another take, we might end up naked and this is a family show.” She said with a small laugh.

“I’m not sure we’re quite finished here…” Ashley started to interject.

“No. We are done. Thanks anyway. Starlight, come.” Homelander beckoned her to follow with tactical hand signals as he strode confidently toward his room.

She stood there glaring at his perfect blonde hair clenching her fists. She could feel that anger rising up again. Taking a deep breath, Starlight held her head high and turned to look at Deep and Super Sonic.

“Congratulations, again.”

Taking her time, just to piss him off eventually she made it to the doorway of Homelander’s room. “I’m actually not all that hungry. Great acting in there by the way. I almost believed you liked me. Also, please refrain from beckoning me like I’m your little pet because I’m not. With that, good night Homelander. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She turned on her heel.

Good job, Starlight. She felt proud of herself. She wasn’t going to let him bully her. This was just a publicity stunt, after all. It had to be. She was pretty sure that Homelander wanted to kill her on multiple occasions and that wasn’t a figure of speech. Or…he was gay? Which actually would’ve made total sense. Maybe she’d put too much effort into the kiss.

At first, when she’d first joined The Seven she’d been incredibly stoked to be working with someone like Homelander or even The Deep but both men showed their true colors right away.

Homelander showed he was a chauvinistic asshole who only loved himself and The Deep showed he was a chauvinistic asshole who only loved accosting women when it seemed like they were fangirls…and dolphins.

That being said, she had no reason to like either of them now. That whole thing on camera with the kiss was just brought on by thoughts of Hughie.

 

[LitShark]

“Good night, Homelander?” he stopped cold, “no, you’re mistaken…”

When Starlight opened the door of her private suite in Seven Freedoms Tower, Homelander was inside already, waiting for her. To move so fast that his motion was imperceptible to most was merely a matter of hurrying up. He used the secret entryway into Starlight’s room, through the one-way mirror in her bathroom.

“Haven’t you noticed that everyone—every single person in this building, calls me ‘Sir,’ except for you? Hm? What’s your rush? Coming back to see Hughie? Your little boyfriend? But, where is he?” Homelander held out his arms, looking around the room that was supposed to be her private residence, “Hughie! Where are you? Seems like he’s not around.”

Completely at ease, Homelander went to the fridge, he opened it and pulled out two of the tall, lime flavored White Claw tall cans that Hughie had left behind in his last attempt to use sugar and alcohol to control Annie’s mood.

“If you don’t want to have dinner with me, I might have to go looking for Hughie. Where do you think I should start? Hm? He’s not here. Maybe his dad would know more. I could pay him a visit,” the metallic crack of the seltzer’s top communicated that Hughie’s dad would not enjoy a visit from Homelander, he took a loud sip from the can, “ugh… you enjoy this shit?”

Homelander nodded expectantly toward the can he had moved closer to Starlight. He ignored her questions and complaints about him being in her suite. This was his tower after all.

“I don’t know why everyone thinks that they can lie to me—to me! See, you can claim not to know where Hughie is, but I know you’re lying. I’m almost certain, he’s off with William Butcher somewhere, plotting against me. Maybe I should go find Butcher and ask—maybe Maeve could tell me where I could find ol’ Billy Boy. She learned the hard way not to lie to me…

“No, we don’t want to disturb Mister Butcher… or Maeve…” in the blink of an eye, Homelander was on top of her, his steel fingers wrapped around her upper arms, his spearmint breath in her face, chest against hers like carved hickory, “so you’d better do your fucking job, and keep me distracted. My little pet is exactly what you are, and if it takes a collar and a leash to illustrate that point for you, I will lead you around on all fours with a muzzle over your face. Your purpose in life right now is to keep me pacified, and everyone you love, trust or rely on has agreed that it is so.”

A loud ripping of fabric, the shoulder seams of the costume her mother had sewn split open wide as her costume was dragged down off of her shoulders, barely containing her athletic breasts within the three-star embroidered bodice.

“Make no mistake. If it were my intention to rape you, you would be raped. Of course, I find it far more interesting to make you admit the truth. Admit that you enjoy the way I treat you—admit that some, deep, down part of you yearns for more. I can smell your wet pussy from my own room—so don’t bother trying to lie. You’ve had the good guy and I’m sure he was… fine. But now you’d like to give bad a try. Admit it.”

His last demand hit the consonants extra hard, his breath causing her professionally styled hair to bounce back from her face for a moment.

“Is that what I need to do? Fuck your guts out until you’ve got no strength left to raise a hand against me—to be honest, I don’t hate that idea.”

Homelander released her arms reluctantly, picking his drink up again.

“Or you could cook me dinner.”

Homelander made a face after another sip of White Claw.

“I’m more inclined to learn about what makes you tick than to tear it all down and rebuild your personality as one that is more pleasing to me. But then again, that way could be fun too…”

Homelander smiled and winked, though it was clear that he wasn’t joking.

 

[princesssexci]

Starlight jumped only slightly startled and her eyes narrowed at Homelander. She had to tell herself to calm down. As much as she hated him, she couldn’t let her anger get the best of her. The world had spoiled him. In a way, it was sad. Most people, most heroes coming up had had to live regular lives before becoming famous and even that wasn’t guaranteed.

Not Homelander. He’d had the world handed to him or at least that’s how he’d acted.

“Haven’t you noticed that everyone—every single person in this building, calls me ‘Sir,’ except for you? Hm? What’s your rush? Coming back to see Hughie? Your little boyfriend? But, where is he?”

She didn’t call him sir because he already had a big head. It was bad enough she had to pretend to like him in front of the cameras. She had to do behind the scenes too???

Of course he expected everyone to bow down to him. He was used to that, no one had showed him otherwise.

“I can honestly tell you I have no idea what Hughie is doing. I don’t know where Hughie is, we—we aren’t talking right now.” She said staring him in the eyes. Her heart rate beating steadily. It wasn’t a lie. The last thing Hughie said was he couldn’t talk right now.

“My White Claw is fine, thank you. If you hate it so much why are you drinking it?” She said. “Wait, why are you even here? I’m sure you have something way better to do than bo—“ she was going to say bother her but thought against that, she could already see the anger flickering in his blue eyes,”bother yourself with me. Besides, why would you would even want to go out? All those fans annoying with their stupid autograph books while you’re trying to eat dinner…”

She was running out of excuses. It even sounded pathetic to her. Her next option would be to downplay herself but she wasn’t going to do that. He’d see through that. He was dumb but not that dumb.

Okay, dumb was harsh. He wasn’t dumb, he was…special.

“I don’t know why everyone thinks that they can lie to me—to me! See, you can claim not to know where Hughie is, but I know you’re lying. I’m almost certain, he’s off with William Butcher somewhere, plotting against me. Maybe I should go find Butcher and ask—maybe Maeve could tell me where I could find ol’ Billy Boy. She learned the hard way not to lie to me..No, we don’t want to disturb Mister Butcher… or Maeve…”

“You’re being paranoid, Homelander. He hasn’t told me anything. The last time I spoke to him was this morning and he didn’t even have time to really talk.” She said honestly, there was no reason to bring Hughie’s dad into this. Hughie had lost enough already. She shook her head, wisely closing her mouth. As his fingers wrapped around her upper arms, he knew way more than he should have.

Her heart rate picked up as he spoke. He was so fucking close their skin might as well have been melded together. She could feel his …. Her pussy tingled and she forced that thought away. She’d probably avoid the smell of mint for a week because it would remind her of him.

“so you’d better do your fucking job, and keep me distracted. My little pet is exactly what you are, and if it takes a collar and a leash to illustrate that point for you, I will lead you around on all fours with a muzzle over your face. Your purpose in life right now is to keep me pacified, and everyone you love, trust or rely on has agreed that it is so.”


She was trying not to show how angry she was that he’d ripped her costume that her mom had made for her. Sure, they weren’t on speaking terms at the moment but it had sentimental value. Her fists were at her sides, clenching tightly trying to hold back her power. Starlight knew better than to attack Homelander. No matter what title she had, that was just a decoration. Just like he’d told her earlier, she was the only one around here that didn’t call him sir.

Even Maeve lost the will and cowered eventually.

“Make no mistake. If it were my intention to rape you, you would be raped. Of course, I find it far more interesting to make you admit the truth. Admit that you enjoy the way I treat you—admit that some, deep, down part of you yearns for more. I can smell your wet pussy from my own room—so don’t bother trying to lie. You’ve had the good guy and I’m sure he was… fine. But now you’d like to give bad a try. Admit it.”

Her brows lifted at him and she had to fight back laughter, laughing at him would most definitely get her killed but that….that was funny.

She couldn’t stop the snort of amusement somewhere between his long monologue or argument she’d tried to speak over him with a “I’m sorry what? Are you …are you talking about that kiss on camera? Homelander that was acting.”

Granted it was three different types of kissed on camera but still…

And even added, “Since you decided to claim me as your girl on national tv and everyone wanted to make the kiss look so real and you kept egging it on…what was I supposed to do say no? “

Right as he had finished with ‘Admit it.’

Somehow both their voices had seemed to raise, his being louder and the air from his breath moving her hair to the side. Her eyes narrowed.

“Fuck you, Homelander.” She said quietly which sounded scarier than death.

“Is that what I need to do? Fuck your guts out until you’ve got no strength left to raise a hand against me—to be honest, I don’t hate that idea.”

She stood there trembling with anger and something else that at the moment she was too scared to name. She loved Hughie and Homelander was wrong. She’d just been acting to make all those Homelander asskissers happy so she wouldn’t lose her placement or get kicked out of The Seven.

“Or you could cook me dinner.”

Starlight just stood there, almost warring with herself. Unlike most women in the United States no—the country; no the world. Starlight was the one woman who didn’t fawn over Homelander, not even when she first started.

She didn’t want to start now but at the same time he was right. She didn’t know how he knew but he did and she couldn’t let anything happen to Hughie or his dad or Mister Butcher.

None of the heroes cared around here but she did and she would..,do whatever it took to protect them.

She pasted a smile on just like she did if she were in front of the camera and walked into the kitchen. “I guess I’m cooking.” Unlike everyone else around here, Starlight didn’t let her roots disappear and forget that she was Annie. That was important to her so she usually cooked for herself instead of hiring a professional chef or getting take out because she couldn’t go out often now that everyone recognized her.

“Make yourself at home.”

You already have. She thought bitterly.

“I’m more inclined to learn about what makes you tick than to tear it all down and rebuild your personality as one that is more pleasing to me. But then again, that way could be fun too…”

Starlight froze seeing that insincere smile of his that usually meant not so great things came after. Clearing her throat, she went to the fridge and grabbed a white claw for herself. Maybe when he left she could fix her uniform.

Going through the cabinets as she talked she huffed to herself making a note to go grocery shopping later on, she decided on spaghetti because apparently that was the only thing she had ingredients for at the moment. It was going to be for a nice romantic dinner for her and Hughie at some point but…why not Homelander?

“Hmm…” she eventually said responding to his latest statement so he didn’t dare feel ignored. “Could be great practice so we don’t feel so…fake in front of cameras. What do you want to know?”

She put a pot onto boil for the noodle and pulled a package of hamburger meat out and a roll of cookie dough out. She liked having sweets after dinner because it reminded her of home but usually didn’t have the energy with interviews and stuff to make homemade cookies.

 

[LitShark]

Homelander snapped his fingers, which was a feat of itself through his dense, leather gloves. He pointed at Starlight with that big, wild eyed Homelander smile that he gave whether he wanted to kill you or kiss you.

“Exactly! Practice. That’s exactly what you and I need. A little bit of time away from the lights and cameras, so that we can perfect the action,” despite not moving, Homelander’s last word seemed to crawl up Starlight’s inner thigh, “I’m sorry about your costume. Superhuman strength is a dual edged sword at the best of times—but you know. I sat in on that committee that designed your other costume… the ‘high-rise’ costume.

“I understand where you were coming from—feminism and whatever, rah-rah! But baby, come on! It’s like you’re wearing am old lady’s quilt. Your body is much too bangin’ to hide under all that thick fabric.”

Homelander drank and grimaced. It was clear that he meant it as a compliment—completely blind to the sexual harassment aspect of what he was saying.

“I mean, I kept your color scheme and everything. I’ve always been more partial to red, white and blue. Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke, know what I mean?” tired of tasting the White Claw, Homelander pounded the last of the liquid in the can and crushed it in his fist, “have you got anything harder? I don’t drink much, but I have the metabolism of an Olympic relay team.”

Homelander glanced around before privately deeming the whole place to be equivalent to a garbage can and tossing the empty can onto the widest patch of floor within his sight.

“Anyway. If you and I are publicly going to be linked, a costume change is pretty standard. Co-Captains, of course, but I’m America’s Hero. Number one. The gold is good—but my first brand ambassador used to say, ‘white is for trim and skin—not a foundation.’ He was later disgraced for being part of the Stormfront Neo-Nazi clique, but good taste is good taste.”

Homelander glanced up to Starlight, realizing that he was dominating the conversation to some extent. This was what Madelyn had been nagging him about. He made the decision—maybe for the first time, to let someone else get a word in edgewise.

“What do you think? Maybe my costume could… a minor touch up. Minor being the operative…” Homelander was not going to change his costume.

“Too much shop talk—Ahh, I’m a workaholic!” Homelander shook his open hands in the air, mock frustration, this was a different side of him. Homelander was usually awkward with self-importance and sociopathic disconnection—in this moment, he was awkward with a painful eagerness to please and a desperation to be liked. Still himself—still Homelander, but like a different version of the same flavor.

Lime White Claw as opposed to Lime Truly. But somehow it was a revelation.

“I don’t know what you’re doing in there, but it smells outstanding,” sincerity set uneasy on Homelander, but he scarcely knew the first thing about home cooking.

“Something that’s not work… let me think. Have you ever had a squirting orgasm? In most women I find the phenomenon disgusting—but you, Starlight—a shooting star. I would like to make you squirt. I have a knack for making women squirt. Super speed—et cetera. Hughie seems like an open-minded guy.”

Was this inappropriate? Women were usually throwing themselves at him by now. He genuinely did want to bring her to climax. Wasn’t that a compliment? A God wished to bring sexual gratification to a mortal. Zeus was in the body of a swan and still managed to make it look easy.

“I’m sorry, I forget that everyone doesn’t live in their costume. If you want to change into something more comfortable, feel free.”

 

[princesssexci]

“Exactly! Practice. That’s exactly what you and I need. A little bit of time away from the lights and cameras, so that we can perfect the action,”

The way he said that almost seemed to crawl up her thigh like fingers dragging along her skin. She stiffened slightly and took a deep breath. Starlight just needed to keep him distracted. She started to say something but he kept talking so she closed her mouth.

“I’m sorry about your costume. Superhuman strength is a dual edged sword at the best of times—but you know. I sat in on that committee that designed your other costume… the ‘high-rise’ costume.”

“It was more about the meaning behind the —“

And he kept talking…

“I understand where you were coming from—feminism and whatever, rah-rah! But baby, come on! It’s like you’re wearing am old lady’s quilt. Your body is much too bangin’ to hide under all that thick fabric.”

Was he even listening to her? Did he plan to listen to her? Good god, if this was an actual relationship would she even have a mind of her own?

Starlight didn’t even bother to talk this time, instead she continued to cook the hamburger meat as Homelander continued to ramble on, almost glad that her back was turned so she could ramble on. She wasn’t sure if he was nervous or just liked hearing his own voice.

Both, maybe?

“I mean, I kept your color scheme and everything. I’ve always been more partial to red, white and blue. Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke, know what I mean?” tired of tasting the White Claw, Homelander pounded the last of the liquid in the can and crushed it in his fist, “have you got anything harder? I don’t drink much, but I have the metabolism of an Olympic relay team.”

“No.”

She did, they were tucked away for when Hughie came over but she wasn’t giving him all of her boyfriends benefits.

“I think Hughie drank all the beers.”

“Anyway. If you and I are publicly going to be linked, a costume change is pretty standard. Co-Captains, of course, but I’m America’s Hero. Number one. The gold is good—but my first brand ambassador used to say, ‘white is for trim and skin—not a foundation.’ He was later disgraced for being part of the Stormfront Neo-Nazi clique, but good taste is good taste.”

Again, she rolled her eyes thankful this was just a publicity stunt. She turned to look over at Homelander in his suit and the way it hugged his body.

“What do you think? Maybe my costume could… a minor touch up. Minor being the operative…”

“Maybe add some more go—“

“Too much shop talk—Ahh, I’m a workaholic!”

Why was she even bothering at this point?

Starlight grabbed the tomato sauce and mixed it in and stirred it up. This was weird, usually she and Hughie were joking around or flirting with one another. He’d be standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist.

Was he thinking about her…at all?

“I don’t know what you’re doing in there, but it smells outstanding,”

The sound of Homelander’s voice brought her back to what was happening at the moment. “Oh uh I’m just making spaghetti, it’s the meat sauce.”

That sounded more perverted than it should have.

“It’s Tomato sauce with ground beef. The pasta is cooking, shouldn’t take too long. So I guess we can just talk about non work stuff.”

She could try to be nice. She didn’t want to, but if she had to have dinner with him being nice would probably make it more tolerable.

“Something that’s not work… let me think. Have you ever had a squirting orgasm? In most women I find the phenomenon disgusting—but you, Starlight—a shooting star. I would like to make you squirt. I have a knack for making women squirt. Super speed—et cetera. Hughie seems like an open-minded guy.”

She stared at him. Of all the topics he could’ve chosen, he chose to ask if she was a squirter? She wasn’t sure if she was disgusted or turned on. No. That was a lie because she felt her body tingle at the mention of him making her squirt.

She turned away and went back to stirring.

“You’re a pig. Glad we got that settled. Do you…want to come taste, Homelander?”

After his most recent topic, Starlight realized how that probably sounded,”The sauce! I meant the sauce not my…” she shook her head,”do you want to come taste the sauce for the spaghetti?”

It was weird calling him Homelander? Not weird, just formal. Didn’t he have an alias?

“If it tastes okay I’ll change out of this and then we can eat and I dunno, watch a movie or something?”

 

[LitShark]

“A Pig? No, I—” Homelander was so put off by her attitude that he almost missed her invitation to go have a taste, and then her sudden correction. It betrayed the state of her mind. She was envisioning him tasting her pussy. His tongue was running all around the inside of that little blonde head of hers, “I would love a taste.”

Homelander had to resist the urge to move at his top speed, instead he moved casually up behind her. He was uncharacteristically gentle as he pressed against her back, the large bulge in his tights pressing against her athletic ass, revealing that it was not a cod piece in his costume—as the message boards were so often theorizing.

His hand laid flat, just above her naval, maximizing their contact as his chin came to rest on her shoulder, his mouth slipped open. Homelander wasn’t even sure where he’d witnessed this behavior—it certainly wasn’t learned from his own life, but he’d seen it somewhere. On television or through a window at Christmas time… or a made for television movie where someone watches through a window at Christmas time, but even as warm and receptive as the embrace was, it was still somehow unnatural. Like a cobra trying to waltz, or a tiger trying to learn needlepoint.

Homelander was a killer of people. Not one of them.

Nonetheless, he liked to pretend.

“We can do whatever you want, Annie.” It was the first time he’d called her by her birth name.

His lips wrapped around the edge of the wooden spoon, it was probably too hot, but he barely noticed—being bulletproof and nearly indestructible. His cock was beginning to fill with blood—something that hadn’t happened without breast milk in nearly a decade. Was he really falling for this muted, mediocre, Midwest charm?

“That’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted—and I have a Michelin star chef on my personal staff,” Homelander sighed and kissed her neck gently. He wasn’t sure why, it just felt right, “I could set the table if you want.”

 

[princesssexci]

“A Pig? No, I—”

Annie bit back a smile because he clearly didn’t know the difference between a joke and insult. It was easy to make her pretend that Homelander wasn’t as bad as she knew him to be. That the image he gave to the cameras was exactly who he portrayed himself to be, if he kept on like this. So simple.
“I would love a taste.”

It started when he uncharacteristically walked towards her, he didnt use his super speed like Annie expected. Nope, just walked like an actual human being and pressed himself against her.



She felt his hand move down to her navel and she fought to keep her knees steady.

“We can do whatever you want, Annie.”

Her lips parted and it was probably a good thing that he’d taken the spoon from her or she wouldve dropped it.

“Wait—Homelander its still ho—“

Annie stopped when put the spoon in his mouth. She felt his cock harden between her asscheeks. It made her think about one night after getting into an argument with Homelander and going out with Hughie. shed begged him to fuck her ass but he didn’t want to hurt her so he didn’t.

She shouldn’t be thinking about that right now, not while Homelander was currently trying to make the moves on her.

“Yes!” she blurted out, ducking from under him. She smiled widely. “Setting…setting the table would be great. Was there any type of movie you wanted to watch? Do you even watch movies?”

Fuck, was she rambling?

Annie walked into the living room and grabbed the remote then set it on the dining room table. “Um, choose whatever you want…”

Annie disappeared in her bedroom and pulled out something to wear. She had a blue babydoll dress or pj shorts and a crop top.

She wasn’t wearing the babydoll dress. Changing out of her clothes, she quickly text Hughie a picture of what she couldve been wearing — the babydoll dress and then wrote, ‘We need to talk about the next American Hero episode before it goes on air btw. Just remember you said do whatever it takes.’

She then shoved her phone in her dresser and changed quickly.

“Uh, so Homelander…please tell me you had a name before Homelander. Can i guess? Lemme see.” she tilted her head,”You look like a Chad, am I hot…cold?”

She made her way into the kitchen to prepare their plates.”I think i have some wine in that top cupboard..” Annie nodded to the top right cupboard. “It was for a special occasion but…whats..more special than this?” she said forcing a smile.

 

[LitShark]

As soon as Annie left, Homelander moved at his full speed, like a great gust of wind passing through the kitchen and leaving a tablecloth, two place settings, two crystal glasses and a burning candle in its wake. He’d even needed to retrieve the crystal and candle from his own room down the hall, but the difference was imperceptible to someone moving at mortal speed—a difference of eight-tenths of a second instead of three-tenths.

He lit the candle at mortal speed though, almost like a mischievous child hiding something from his parents. Starlight knew that he was that fast, but he still didn’t want her to see it, lest he undermine his attempts to be seen as her equal.

“Oh my,” Homelander smiled, knowing nothing of the other outfit, “Annie, you look stunning.”

The thin fabric followed the athletic curves of her body exquisitely and the cheap material along with the cliché floral pattern conveyed the Midwest charm that Homelander was beginning to appreciate from her.

She asked if he had another name, it made sense—what with him calling her Annie, but the answer was not so simple. Homelander was Homelander. The other name they had given him was little more than an accessory for moments like this. He scarcely identified with it at all.

“They did a focus group while I was… gestating. They found that seven out of ten among those surveyed found the name John familiar and comforting so they named me John. I’ve never felt like much of a John, though. I also don’t tell many people that, so please don’t spread it around—but for you, I’ll be John Gillman if you prefer it.”

The only other person who Homelander had told that name to was Black Noir and he wasn’t going to say anything. Some of the high ups in the company knew from internal documents that even Homelander was blocked from seeing—but she was only the second person he had ever told.

“You know, Annie. I think that this company is being run wrong. I don’t like it. I mean, we are, at our core a Superhero company, not an executive company, wouldn’t you agree?” Homelander asked as he opened the cabinet to get the offered wine, taking the high road by not calling out the lie she’d told him when he asked about any other booze. It was a halfway decent bottle, which probably meant that Starlight hadn’t chosen it.

He tapped the bottom of the bottle with one finger, the shockwave passing through the wine, instantly aerating it before popping the cork across the room like the red wine were a bottle of champagne. He filled the crystal glasses until the bottle was gone.

 

[princesssexci]

Annie blinked a few times and even paused in dishing out her food as she stared down at her clothing. She blushed a little. “Uh, thanks. I mean they’re just my casual pajamas. I haven’t really had time actually wash. It was this or some skanky babydoll lingerie piece.”



Why…did she mention that?



“Which ya know I only wear on the second or third date.” she laughed nervously and inwardly told herself to shut up.



Annie hadn’t even noticed the table had been set yet until she turned around. The table was beautifully set. If this had been a real date, she would’ve been mildly impressed and might’ve even thought for a second that Homelander actually liked her because he was going to great efforts to impress her.



“Careful, Homelander. I might actually start thinking you have a heart under that thick skin.” she teased. “The table looks beautiful by the way.”



“They did a focus group while I was… gestating. They found that seven out of ten among those surveyed found the name John familiar and comforting so they named me John. I’ve never felt like much of a John, though. I also don’t tell many people that, so please don’t spread it around—but for you, I’ll be John Gillman if you prefer it.”



“Okay then, John.” It really didn’t suit him. “Unless that makes you uncomfortable.” Annie moved to set the plates on the table. As he grabbed the wine from the cupboard and came back with it. She sat down and cleared her throat. She started to open her mouth realizing her mistake from earlier about the alcohol and stating she didnt have anything other than the wine coolers.



Obviously, he had to understand why she said that though right? He’d barged into her house and pretty much forced this date on her.



Though, it wasn’t so bad so far? Which was…weird.



“You know, Annie. I think that this company is being run wrong. I don’t like it. I mean, we are, at our core a Superhero company, not an executive company, wouldn’t you agree?”



“I…yes…” she said slowly as she twirled the noodles around her fork. In her household, before she ate her and her mom used to pray before every meal. Yeah, she stopped that awhile ago. She was hesitant to agree with him on things though. Could he use this against her at some point?



“You’re not recording me or anything? Like this isnt going to show up on the news tomorrow that Starlight is attempting to setup a coup against Vaught .” she said with a small laugh. “Besides, I thought we weren’t going to talk shop.”



This felt like it was getting to close to topics of what Hughie was up to and she needed to stay away from that.



“Come on, you have to be more than just …Homelander. Right, John? I mean has anyone ever tried to get to know you? What do you do like to do outside of all this?” she waved her hand around the window indicating saving the world. “And eat before the food gets cold.”

 

[LitShark]

Homelander chuckled faintly at Annie’s joke about him wearing a recording device. By way of “playing along” he opened the front flap of his uniform, exposing his ripped, hairless chest to demonstrate that he wasn’t wearing a wire. He wasn’t even thinking about the effect that his muscular chest might have on Starlight beyond the joke.

“You’re right! I did say no more shop talk…” Homelander chuckled, absently turning his fork in among the pasta, leaving his uniform open, “I um, I have a son. But you knew that…”

In fact, Starlight was among the contingent who’d aided Billy Butcher in keeping his son from him—a tense subject, to say the least. The fact was that her question was perplexing to him. He really didn’t have much going on aside from his son and himself. His best friend was a mute and the rest of the seven he barely tolerated. A-Train was getting fat, The Deep was as obsessed as ever with the sexuality of sea creatures and Starlight was openly opposing him in public.

“I guess I don’t know,” he said at last before taking his first bite of hot pasta, a tiny red speck remaining behind on his chin, “since for me, this includes pretty much the entire goddamn planet—there isn’t really an outside for me. People don’t think of me that way, someone to socialize with—get a beer with. I’m respected and feared. It may be too much to ask that I be liked as well.”

But people like you…

He didn’t say it, but Homelander was envious of Starlight’s popularity. She could wield the mantle of Co-Captain and still put on her… pajamas after. How? His mind boggled.

“The truth is, I am Homelander. I’ve never learned to be anything else—never even tried. I don’t remember living in a world that didn’t need me. I sometimes feel like Sisyphus, braving the pecking of crows and biting of rats to push a giant boulder up a hill—only to have it roll back down the other side.”

Homelander took another bite and sipped his wine.

“For me, it’s John that is the disguise.”

 

[princesssexci]

Annie’s eyes trailed down Homelander’s chest once he opened up the front of his costume to reveal he didn’t have any wires on him. Okay, she hadn’t been expecting that. She swallowed hard and looked back at her plate. She spun sone noodles around her fork as he talked.

“You’re right! I did say no more shop talk…”

Annie took a bite of her food and froze at his next set of words feeling slightly uncomfortable because of them.

“I um, I have a son. But you knew that…”

“I—I did.”

She wasn’t sure if she should stay on the topic of his son though. Annie couldve asked how things were going with that whole situation but he seemed to be in a better mood than when he stepped into her room.

Why ruin that?

“since for me, this includes pretty much the entire goddamn planet—there isn’t really an outside for me. People don’t think of me that way, someone to socialize with—get a beer with. I’m respected and feared. It may be too much to ask that I be liked as well.”

There was sauce on his chin. It was really hard to take him seriously when he had tomato sauce on his chin. Still, his words brought Annie’s eyes back to his..

Why Annie did what she did next was beyond her and later on she’d probably realize that her next words would probably be the reason her life shifted.

“Thats so sad.”

Damn it. She thought because she wasn’t supposed to sympathize with him. And he only made things worse.

“The truth is, I am Homelander. I’ve never learned to be anything else—never even tried. I don’t remember living in a world that didn’t need me. I sometimes feel like Sisyphus, braving the pecking of crows and biting of rats to push a giant boulder up a hill—only to have it roll back down the other side.”

Fuck.

“Not tonight, tonight you’re John.”

“For me, it’s John that is the disguise.”

“No, shut up and listen.” she was obviously letting the wine get to her and was talking to loosely. “I dont mean shut up shut up I just mean…” He was still the top hero and could kill her if he wanted.

She reached for her napkin and walked around to where he was sitting.”So when i was kid and my dad died I used to play pretend. It took me away from literally everything. I’d pretend to be a doctor or a lawyer or…” she laughed,”a superhero. So lets do that, yeah?”

She leaned into him and wiped the sauce off his chin.

Maybe later on she would lie to herself and say she did this to help her teammate feel something other than the whole Im better than you.

“You’re John and Im Annie. You can pretend to have whatever job you like or stay a hero whatever but when you come home to your girlfriend, me. Tonight, Im your Annie. “ She held up her finger and walked to her bedroom grabbing her phone from the drawer.
When she came out, she turned off her phone and set it on the table. “See, no tricks. No calls from Hughie in fact in this world, he doesn’t even exist. You can even give me a nickname if you want.” She flashed him a sincere smile, the first one tonight. “And when you need your Annie, just say it—-the nickname and I’ll be that, you know, if you need to stop being the hero for a minute.”

There was a moment of silence before she cleared her throat and walked back to where she’d been sitting and downed the rest of her wine.

“So after dinner I have some ice cream, I think its strawberry. We can share. I usually watch unsolved mysteries, if that’s something you’re into.”

It was so something else she’d do with Hughie but lately he’d been so busy with god knows what their date nights had stalled somewhat.

 

[LitShark]

Homelander cocked an eyebrow when Annie told him to shut up. She must have seen his momentary defensiveness because she was quick to amend herself. A colloquial expression—did that mean she was becoming comfortable with him? She finished her wine which quickly infused into her blood. Homelander estimated her BAC was roughly 0.04, still legal to drive, but it was a start.

“My… Annie…” Homelander said the words softly, feeling their weight on his tongue, “indeed.”

It wasn’t exactly a sonnet, but for Homelander it was a catharsis. The idea of ownership over another human wasn’t exactly foreign to him, but this was the first time he’d considered that someone might supplicate themselves to him willingly. Perhaps it wasn’t even what she meant, but he liked the sound of it. His Annie.

As for a nickname, nothing jumped to mind that wouldn’t spoil the mood. Homelander wasn’t renowned for his creativity. He had his own creative team to handle any and all quips, one-liners and catch-phrases. He also had a brand management team, a design team, a marketing team and an image consultant.

“Watching a movie sounds good. Ice cream, too,” Homelander smiled, was this what it felt like to be at ease?

He met her at the couch, making himself more comfortable, he began the arduous process of unlacing his boots and pulling them off. He made fists of his feet in the carpet a few times. It was oddly reassuring.

When Annie finally joined her on the couch, he turned to face her, propping his knee up on the couch to give her his complete attention.

“I am beginning to see what you mean. About being John. I feel less and less like that figurehead. I’m not accustomed to feeling… vulnerable. But if I can trust you… if you’re my Annie—my little A-Bomb. What I need right now—”

It was too much trouble to explain so instead, his gloved hand closed gently around the side of her neck and he kissed her. Kissed her earnestly, truly. A middle school dance kiss. A tree house kiss. His other hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer until her thinly-clothed chest pressed against his bare chest.

This was what he needed.

 

[princesssexci]

The wine was definitely starting to get to her. She felt more loose, more relaxed than she usually did around Homelander —- no, John. She had to keep a straight face and keep herself from giggling at that. Who would’ve thought Homelander had such a plain name like…John.

Hughie would get a kick out of it, if she could tell him but she was sworn to secrecy so…

John would be her little secret just like whatever the fuck Hughie was doing right now.

She’d ended up bringing the bottle of wine, the ice cream and two spoons and herself to the couch. Annie smiled seeing that John had already removed his shoes. Setting the ice cream on the table she handed one of the spoons to Homelander/John.

“I am beginning to see what you mean. About being John. I feel less and less like that figurehead. I’m not accustomed to feeling… vulnerable. But if I can trust you… if you’re my Annie—my little A-Bomb. What I need right now—”

“A-bomb—?” Annie started to laugh softly but it was cut off by John’s lips. The kiss hadn’t been as brutish and rough and unforgiving and non consensual as it had been earlier that day. This time, it felt…real.

Alarm bells went off in her head because…this…this wasn’t Hughie. She was just trying to be nice so he didn’t “accidentally” shoot her with his laser eyes.

She pulled back from the kiss and just stared at him her brow furrowing in confusion. This was wrong. His words from earlier echoed in her mind something about her craving something bad.

Was…that true?

No. No! Nonononononono.

She pushed back from him and smiled “We should…the ice cream and wine and…murder mysteries…”

Shakily, Annie reached for the two spoons then remembered that she had already handed John his and grabbed the carton opening it up. Annie turned on the tv quietly and flipped it to some unsolved mystery show.

“Its graphic, you’re okay with graphic bloody??…” she looked at John…Homelander and nodded her head. “Duh.”

He wasn’t Hughie.

 

[LitShark]

“Yeah, gore is fine,” Homelander leaned in close, whispering into her ear, “but it’s your guts I want to get in.”

Homelander leaned back with a smile. It was working, he could sense it, he didn’t want to overplay his hand. Instead, he meticulously tugged on the index finger of his red gloved right hand, loosening and removing it before repeating the process on the other side. His hands were large and spread with a net of veins.

“Whatever you want. I’m the novice here. But I am curious.”

He set his gloves on the arm of the couch, while his other hand laid casually on her inner thigh. His hand was warm and soft. He almost never used his hands without gloves.

“So what is the crime we’re going to learn about?”

 

[princesssexci]

You breaking me in half with your dick was Annie’s first thought which caused her to flush. Her leg tingled as his now ungloved traced designs on her leg. Annie’s breath caught in her throat and for a minute she forgot to respond. Maybe it was the already lack of attention she was receiving from Hughie.

Or maybe, Homelander actually knew how to use his hands for something other than blood shed.

She didn’t even realize her legs were slowly starting to spread for him as she reached for her glass of wine to chug down. Was Annie trying to drink so that she forgot who was touching her?

“a murder mystery.” she repeated and then shook her head,”About some serial killer. I think he was killing the wives in the neighborhood or something.”


Annie grabbed her spoon and pulled open the ice cream to distract herself,”Do you want more wine? Ice cream?”

She cleared her throat,”Uh I could probably move ….into your lap….” That was the alcohol talking. “Easier access…” What? “for the ice cream and wine.”

was wrong with her?

She could make it make sense.

“I know it sounds dumb but its part of the couple experience. Hughie used to do it when we first started dating.” Annie shrugged her shoulders,”No big deal if thats too much over stimulation”

 

[LitShark]

“You’re the expert,” Homelander smiled, reaching his other hand behind her back while the one on her leg moved higher.

He plucked her up like she weighed nothing, which she basically did, in the hands of a man who could lift a building. He set her gently into his lap, letting his bare hand stay neatly on her upper thigh while his other hand moved lower on the small of her back.

“Is this better?” Homelander could feel the curve of her firm, athletic ass against his cock as she sat in his lap. He was getting aroused. Even through the rather plush codpiece that was sewn into his costume, as his cock got harder, it was also harder and harder to ignore.

“This is good,” Homelander nodded in appreciation, “with you in my lap like this I’ll be less tempted to go after these assholes. Black Noir tried to show me America’s Most Wanted once in ’96, but I had rounded up the whole list before the second commercial break. I thought it was the whole point of showing me, but Noir just shook his head. He stopped trying to show me television after that.”

Leaning forward, Homelander rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, opening his mouth expectantly, allowing her to feed him some of the ice cream. He could feel her soft, blonde hair against his face. His cock was getting even harder.

Every last detail of Homelander had been genetically predetermined before his birth—a designer body. From his blue eyes, to his blonde hair, his bulletproof hairline, his hairless torso—every inch of him was chosen and orchestrated through DNA markers. Though his cock was never the priority—given the choice, who would choose to put an average cock on their Ubermensch?

Yes, Homelander was hung like a Howitzer.

His fingers began slipping under the edge of her top, following the crease at the middle of her lithe athletic back, his bare hand moving up her spine, spreading between her shoulder blades.

“Yummers!” Homelander grinned when the frozen treat touched his tongue.

 

[princesssexci]

“You’re the expert,”

“Oh wow…” She was stunned at Homelander’s smile that seemed more genuine than it usually did. Typically, if he smiled then bad shit was about to happen. Was this considered bad shit? Annie didn’t want to think about that. She was doing a good job keeping him distracted.

“Is this better?”

Annie hadn’t realized she’d been moved onto his lap, so lost in her own thoughts. “Yes John, this is better.”

Was she sitting on his cock. She could feel it growing under her and bit back a whimper as she squirmed to get comfortable. Just focus on the mystery on tv. She lifted the spoon to take a bite of her ice cream. Homelander hadn’t mentioned if he wanted more of anything.

“This is good,” Homelander nodded in appreciation, “with you in my lap like this I’ll be less tempted to go after these assholes. Black Noir tried to show me America’s Most Wanted once in ’96, but I had rounded up the whole list before the second commercial break. I thought it was the whole point of showing me, but Noir just shook his head. He stopped trying to show me television after that.”

“Uh, thanks I guess. “ Was that a compliment? What the fuck was going on with him. If she’d known she just had to be nice and he’d act like a decent human being then she would’ve tried that awhile ago. “You realize these shows are mostly for entertainment. Normal people don’t go out to find the murderers. Besides, if you left it would kill the mood of our “date.” “

She was joking, obviously since she knew and he shouldve known this wasn’t an actual date. He did know, didn’t he?

Annie had tried when she first started to be nice and even friendly to Homelander and he’d been incredibly misogynistic and sexist and racist. In fact, he was still those things which was why she shouldn’t sleep with him.

God, his cock felt big. She was (though she shouldn’t have been) imagining what it would feel like to have a cock that big stretching pussy.

Annie must’ve been eating mindlessly because she felt Homelanders strong chin on her shoulder and nearly jumped out of her skin. She glanced over at the shoulder he was currently occupying with his chin and it was almost cute. Almost. God maybe she just needed to get laid. That would be the only explanation as to why she was finding Homelander of all people cute right now.

She got a spoonful of ice cream and stuck it in his mouth, squirming again. Annie shivered when she felt his hand slide up her back.

“Yummers!”

“Yummers?” Annie giggled then cleared her throat,”Im not laughing at you just…i dont think I’ve heard anyone say ‘yummers’ before. It was cu—…” she cut herself off and stared back at the tv. She was getting too into this.

Annie leaned over to the table and grabbed the bottle of wine to take a large gulp from the bottle. Of course her moving to grab the wine would’ve moved his hand to touch the small of her back.

 

[LitShark]

Homelander twisted his mouth up, he wasn’t fond of being laughed at, but perhaps this was an affectionate kind of laughter. She almost called him “cute,” or at least seemed like she was saying that. The more she writhed and wiggled in his lap, the harder his cock became. As she moved back to the table for wine, his hand moved lower on her back and higher on her thigh.

“Can I have some of that too? I’ve never tried wine with ice cream before. Seems like I might like it,” Homelander perched his chin on her shoulder again.

Before he even realized what he was doing, the edge of his index finger settled into the faint crease in her tight shorts. He could feel the heat coming off of her tight, little pussy and its wetness, even through the little shorts—but for now, she seemed to be accepting of it… perhaps even willing?

His cock got even harder. As one who had the choice, Homelander preferred consensual sex over coercion or rape. Not that he was above rape, but consensual was definitely better. He moved slowly, like he was trying to fool a motion sensor as he began gentle stroking the crease in her shorts. His bare finger lightly coaxing her arousal. Like he was summoning her closer.

Come here… his finger seemed to say as it slid up toward her clit. This way…

“You know… I think that the acoustics might be better in the bedroom. Maybe we should watch in there,” they both knew that the acoustics were the same in both rooms, but as long as they could hide behind this increasingly flimsy façade of plutonic friendship, they both seemed equally willing to continue, “I didn’t bring a change, but I think I might like to get out of this uncomfortable uniform for a change. You don’t mind, do you?”

 

[princesssexci]

Annie shivered as Homelander’s hand moved up her thigh. She kept trying to mentally rationalize how it was probably a huge mistake for her to be sitting on his lap like this, as if he was her actual boyfriend or something.

Or Friend…with benefits. Friends, that was funny. Like being friends with Lucifer.

“Can I have some of that too? I’ve never tried wine with ice cream before. Seems like I might like it,”

She felt his chin go back on her shoulder again and bit her lip before nodding, holding the bottle up to his lips so he could drink from it all the while his hand moved further up her thigh until it reached her shorts even more specifically the crotch of her panties. Eventually, she pulled the bottle away and held a spoonful of strawberry ice cream towards his lips.
Annie — Good girl Annie, Starlight should be stopping him. Why wasn’t she stopping him? Of all the guys on the team why was it the most brutal and deadly member that she was letting do this.


Hell, even Dolphin boy would’ve been a better choice then him. Thats what she kept telling herself.

“John…Homelander…” she breathed as her legs slowly spread as if inviting him in. No, Stop… Annie, what the fuck? Her conscience screamed. She found herself (though at this point in time couldn’t explain why, maybe from being neglected by Hughie) almost trying meet his finger by grinding towards it.
Too much wine, maybe? That was a plausible excuse.

“You know… I think that the acoustics might be better in the bedroom. Maybe we should watch in there,”
Now. She could stop this now.

Or

He could slam her head against the table or call her a tease or choke her to death or choke her while fucking her…

Wait…

“Um, Yeah…Acoustics much better in the bedroom.”

She knew that was a lie. They could’ve just turned the volume up. Her nipples were slightly hard from arousal.

“I didn’t bring a change, but I think I might like to get out of this uncomfortable uniform for a change. You don’t mind, do you?”
She didn’t say yes as she removed herself from his lap and glanced at him. “Yes..”Again, another opportunity to say no. He wouldn’t do anything if she said no right?

And yet, she hadn’t .

Of course there had been that one time in the elevator when he’d grabbed her by the crotch after telling her she was a liar. And somehow just that memory had turned her on.

“I mean no. I mean…” She was already moving towards the bedroom, slightly swaying from the wine. “Comfort is key…for tonight.” Annie left out the word, ‘only’ as if it was silently implied that if anything happened this would be his one chance.

She should put the ice cream up right? She could do it later when Homelander…John left. Moving into her bedroom she grabbed the remote control and turned on the tv then climbed on the bed.

 

[LitShark]

“Yes, precisely,” Homelander smiled, this was checkmate. There was no longer any question as to what was going on. She even put the ice cream away to prevent it from melting in the heat of their hot loving.

Homelander shrugged one muscular shoulder then the other out of his costume before lowering it down around his waist. Once he stepped out of it he was fully naked, his muscles defined and rippling. His stomach looked like a plastic bag full of doorknobs. His cock was rigid, hard and standing up straight. His cock was taller than the wine bottle, which he took with him into the bedroom.

“Comfort, exactly,” Homelander took a deep swig of the wine, before hovering over to the bed where Annie was bent over, crawling away from him.

With his superhuman speed, it was easy to slide down her PJ shorts and slide as much of his massive cock as he could fit inside of her. She was wetter than a slaughterhouse floor. All of this took place in the amount of time that it took between her pressing the remote and the TV turning on.

“That’s what’s important,” now he was going slow, leaning into her to try and fit more of his cock inside of her tight hole. Huey must be hung like a button on a coat.

He grunted as he began moving his hips, stingy on the back-stroke and aggressive on the thrust. A regular girl he’d need to be more careful—but Annie was a supe. She could take it.

“Got—to—get—comfy!” he was stroking her deep and hard. Anything was allowed as long as he wasn’t the first one to call it what it was.

 

[princesssexci]

“Comfort, exactly,”

Is that what this was? Comfort?

Annie didn’t remember when Homelander pulled her shorts off and she didn’t remember when his cock slid inside her. Nor did she remember watching a few minutes ago he’d quickly stripped down to absolutely nothing.

And looked sooooo fucking good.

“Fuck!” She moaned, her breasts jiggling then pausing and then juggling again with every slow thrust he gave. Why the fuck was he going so slow?

Though with Homelander going slow it allowed her to feel every bit of his cock sliding in and out of her, no not sliding SLAMMING.

“That’s what’s important,”
What? Oh, right the comfort thing. She heard him guzzling down more wine.

“Uh huuh…”

The thing about Annie was despite how sweet she looked, she loved rough sex. She’d had to beg her Hughie to really give it to her.

“Got—to—get—comfy!”

And sometimes, he was sorely lacking in giving it to her…the comfort that is.

“Fuuuck, John morrre…” At least if she called him John she could pretend she was not fucking Homelander a man she hated with every fiber of her being.”Sooo much more com…fort…””

She wasn’t exactly sure how they’d gotten to this point. A few hours ago on set, they were forcing a smile at the people around them while pretending to be in love. About 45 minutes ago she was screaming for him to get out of her room. Now he was fucking her?

Annie didn’t even seem to need to tell him to fuck her harder and he was big, so fucking big.

Her pussy had already been wet from earlier, grinding on his cock in the living room.

They could go back to hating each other tomorrow. Obviously, everything she said he could do, Homelander wasn’t going to do. The thought floated out of her mind when he slammed into her again.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned again when she gripped the sheet underneath her.

 

[LitShark]

When she begged for more, more was exactly what he gave her. Homelander leaned forward, stretching her to make more room for himself. His muscular chest pressed into her back, his torso muscles flexed and his palms rose up her body to meet her perky, heaving breasts. He held them more than he squeezed them, just lightly teasing her nipples through the thin, stretched fabric. By the time his lips touched the outer shell of her ear, he’d managed to fit several more inches inside her—but he still wasn’t done.

“Yess,” he sighed against her ear and neck, “midwestern pussy can stretch a mile before it’ll tear an inch.”

It was an expression Homelander had heard before but never really understood until now. He was going to beat her guts into a relief mold of his cock. She wouldn’t be able to feel Huey’s cock after tonight. He wondered inwardly, drawing back to pound again, laying her like railroad track. He glanced over at the television, determined to continue making small talk.

“Which one is this? Who’s getting—” here he delivered about three rapid strokes, “beat up? Who’s getting—killed? Who’s—getting—mur—dered?”

The tempo continued to increase as he made more room for himself. Faster and faster.

“Fuck—yes! Take—it!”

He spanked her—hard. The stroke would have practically turned a regular woman inside out, but Annie could take it. Other than Maeve and Stormfront, Homelander hadn’t been with that many supes—milk-giving MILFS being more his speed. But as he continued to batter Annie’s guts with his huge cock, he began to see the appeal of the innocent, blonde, twenty-something. Corrupting the pure.

He wondered if he could fuck her in a wedding dress.

Later. Focus on the task at hand. He grabbed her blonde pony tail and tugged a deep arch into her back.

“Is it open?” Homelander blurted out as he managed to finally get balls deep for a moment before drawing back and slamming back in, “the investigation? Is it still—open? Wide—fucking—open!”