A Taste of Heaven
18+ 1.3k homelander x afab reader, no pronouns. breast play/sucking, pet names, coming untouched. written for this ask from @chubbunnyy 🖤
Homelander just can't help himself. He's addicted to you.
It starts with Homelander's head in your lap, face tilted away from you as the two of you watch a movie together. He's barely paying attention to it, eyes half-lidded, every blink a little slower. The sound of your nails scraping deliciously along his scalp has long since drowned out the drone of the television.
It doesn't take much longer for his waning attention to fall solely on you. He brings his head forward to stare up at you, the sight of you bringing a loose, charmed smile to his face. Your attention is still set on the film, lips slightly parted as you watch.
The curve of your breasts is a particularly tantalizing view. Licking his lips, a pang of arousal shoots through him like a bolt of lightning that settles neatly between his legs, growing into a steady, warm throb.
As if feeling his eyes, you glance down, huffing a soft laugh when you realize he's staring. "What?"
"Nothing," he says, though you clearly don't believe him. As you shouldn't. "Don't mind me. Watch the movie."
Though your eyes narrow with a touch of suspicion, they do drift back to the screen.
Smile turning sly, Homelander nuzzles into your lap, inhaling deeply. The comfort of your scent—your heat—is unparalleled. With your plush thighs cradling his head, he eventually brings his ungloved hand up over his shoulder, hooking his fingers into the space between your thighs, his index finger pressing in against your clothed cunt.
He gives your thigh a squeeze before he starts to rub back and forth. Although you resiliently keep your eyes trained on the movie, he can sense your excitement in the shifting cadence of your breath. Hear it in the skip of your heart. Feel it in the steady way your body warms, blood rushing to flush your skin.
His cock fills out steadily, the telltale signs of your arousal sending his own into overdrive.
The way you pretend not to notice makes it feel like a game, like he's doing something he shouldn't, turning these otherwise understated, intimate touches between lovers into a taboo.
Running his tongue along his teeth, he pushes further on your restraint by moving his hand to the hem of your shirt, toying with it a moment before bypassing it entirely. The backs of his knuckles slide up your torso, sensitive enough to feel the goosebumps prickling your skin as he does.
Your fingers have gone still in his hair, which tells him that—regardless of where you're looking—every ounce of your attention is fixated on his touch.
Perfect.
Reaching further, he cups the underside of your breast through your bra. He uses his thumb to rub slow circles until he coaxes your nipple into a solid peak. He squeezes softly, wringing a rough little exhale from you that goes directly to his fully hardened cock.
He bites back a groan, shifting subtly. The leaking head of his cock presses up into the curve of his cup, the miniscule amount of friction more than enough to rattle him while he's so intensely fixated on you.
The longer he works you with his warm palm, the hotter you get. The shallower your breaths become. Watching the effect he has on you is intoxicating, as is the way you try to resist it in this largely unspoken game.
He's half tempted to ask if you're enjoying the movie despite knowing full well you're not absorbing a single word of it, but he doesn't want to risk breaking the captivating spell his touch has over you.
Greedy for more, he catches the middle portion of your bra between his fingers and deftly snaps the fabric, freeing your breasts, which startles an inhaled little noise from you.
Every sound you make feels heightened, more delicious and hard-earned than the last. Eager to pull more of them from you, to satiate his own burning hunger for you, he withdraws his hand and hooks his fingers under the hem of your sweater, shifting it up until he can finally see the naked curve of your breast, nipple swollen from his teasing.
It makes his entire body throb.
Mouth watering, he swallows the hard lump of anticipation in his throat and parts his lips, shifting close enough to take your breast into his mouth, moaning into the soft, pillowy feel of it.
Instantly, your fingers tighten in his hair, coaxing another muffled keen from him. The build to this moment has worked him up to the point where he's rocking his hips against nothing, seeking relief for the desperate ache of his leaking cock while his tongue swirls hungrily over your nipple, cheeks hollowing slightly when he sucks.
"Fuck," you gasp softly, composure shattering against the wet, hot pull of his mouth. "Mmm... Nngh, s'good, feels good, baby," you breathe, dragging your nails all the way down to the back of his neck before taking another firm handhold of his hair, cradling him to your chest.
His eyes flicker halfway open, lids heavy, eyes glazed with pure pleasure. He nudges in against your breast in a half-hearted nuzzle, alternating between swipes of his tongue and sucking, swallowing as if he's drinking you down, and not just his own wet mess.
The praises falling from your lips washes over him like sunlight, adding to the feverish heat building under his suit. He's thrusting more shamelessly now, one boot planted firmly on the ground, the other propped up on the couch.
You're watching him, all former pretenses dropped. Your eyes are blown black, your own pleasure etched into every line of your face. You taste incredible, sweet and plush on his tongue. He's certain he'll never be over the novelty of you, of this body and heart of yours that you give to him without hesitation.
Mine.
He pants softly through his nose, wishing you'd touch him, slip your hands into his pants and jerk his aching cock.
Anything to relieve the mounting pressure.
Instead, your other hand cups the side of his face, thumb stroking his cheek. "That's good," you coo, making his rhythm stutter. "So good to me. Feels so good. I'm all yours, baby. It's all for you."
His brows pinch tightly together, eyes screwing shut. Like you've read his mind, you press every one of his buttons. His thrusts grow jagged, his breaths turning into soft whines as he chases the climax building between his thighs, his entire body practically vibrating with it.
He comes with a muffled cry, his legs lifting clean off the couch with it. He might have drifted away entirely if not for the way you held him through it, moaning your own pleasure so very sweetly as he came untouched in his pants, worked into an absolute frenzy by the combined feel, taste and smell of you.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through him, turning his vision red hot. He keeps his eyes tightly shut, still and silent until he has breath enough to gasp wetly, finally releasing you from the molten heat of his mouth.
Eventually, gravity returns and his lower half drifts bonelessly back down onto the couch, his iron-wrought muscles reduced to the structural integrity of jell-o.
Still cradling the back of his head, you bend down, and he weakly pushes up into the kiss you press to his forehead. His lids are heavy as you stroke his hair, his face, soothing him through the aftershocks of such an intense release.
Once enough of his senses return, he opens his eyes, smiling lazily up at you. Only then does he become aware of the movie credits playing in the background.
"Good movie?" He asks, a slight slur to his words.
You laugh. The sound of it is more divine than any gospel.
"My new favorite, I think."
His smile widens, the taste of your skin lingering on his tongue.
It tastes like heaven.
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Korra's Upbringing
In the Legend of Korra I noticed that they only mention the way Korra was raised primarily in passing. Making remarks about how Korra grew up very isolated and not knowing anything about the outside world. It was always presented as ‘oh yeah the White Lotus never let me have friends my own age because I had to focus on training’ I think we just gloss over how traumatic Korra’s upbringing had to be.
When she goes to Republic City for the first time she immediately gets into trouble because she doesn't know you need money to buy things, she thinks everyone already knows she's the Avatar, and she basically doesn't know how the outside world works. It makes me wonder what the White Lotus was teaching her in the compound. Was she just focusing in on bending all the time? I'd assume that if you were going to isolate the Avatar from the rest of the world you'd at least keep them up on current events, political affairs, and teach them basic manners and customs in case of diplomatic meetings.
Along with the fact that no one knows or cares that Korra is the Avatar when she goes to Republic City. This could be explained by the fact that the Red Lotus tried to kidnap Korra when she was younger, but that would probably be world wide news considering that people know who the Red Lotus are. She'd also probably have to leave the compound at some point to give her opinion on world affairs when the time came to it.
What were the White Lotus's intentions with Korra? Were they going to let her out of the compound at some point or just make her stay only letting her leave when they decided that the Avatar's impute would be useful. It honestly comes up as a really messed up situation all around especially when you look at the way Korra acts around people.
She hasn't interacted with anyone her own age except maybe her cousins but Korra never really got along with them. It's why her relationships with Mako, Bolin, and Asami are so messy at first.
SHE. DOESN'T. KNOW. HOW. TO. INTERACT. WITH. PEOPLE!
I honestly think that the air of confidence that Korra puts on is something to compensate for the fact that she's an overall insecure and awkward teen girl. Like literally she thinks the first guy she likes is her soulmate.
Korra in the beginning
While I am one of Korra's biggest defenders I feel that Korra's upbringing largely informs why she is the way she is. When we first meet Korra she is a sheltered, hotheaded, and naive teenage girl who expects things to come easy to her. This makes her come off as spoiled and overzealous, jumping head first into the conflict with the equalists while only getting a surface level briefing of who they are and what they are trying to do (take away bending). Korra doesn't take the equalists that seriously thinking she can just hack and slash her way into stopping them, it's only until she is challenged then defeated by Amon does she really start being cautious.
Korra is at her best when she is challenged on a level other than purely physical fighting. While Korra is shown to be a strong fighter she is up against people who will kill her the second she shows any weakness. She doesn't hesitate but doesn't properly assess the situation she's in, like when she publicly challenged Amon she didn't truly realize how truly dangerous the threat she was up against was.
Korra really in the beginning a half-baked Avatar. She developed her own opinions on who the Avatar should be and it caused her fail again and again. It's only when she gets rid of the preconceived notions she had in her head is when she finally succeeds.
Later in the show she changes for the better becoming more calm in her approach to conflict. She’s still hotheaded but ends up learning from her mistakes.
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