I'm a Homelander

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The rest of the flight went quite well, despite John's concerns. The number of people who wanted autographs from the superheroes was much smaller, about forty. But there were far more who liked to take selfies. He even suspected that they had already taken a picture of him sleeping.

Otherwise, everything went quite well, and Maeve was pleased. The heroine even talked to the children, telling stories from her work, those that were as heroic as possible. And there were so many of them at the beginning of her career that the story could be stretched into hours. Which she did, tiring the kids out so much that they passed out before landing.

- I don't often see a smile on your face," John said as she sat down beside her. - I wish I could see it more often.

- They... just remind me of why I decided to be a hero," Maeve smiled as she looked at him. - Don't you feel the same way when you look at your son?

- Well, considering he has no idea what his father does for a living.... I guess not," John shook his head, thinking a little. - No, but I feel something else. It's much stronger than whim, duty, or desire. It's more of an instinct to protect a part of myself from anything..... at any cost. Do you understand?

- Unfortunately, no. - Maeve muttered thoughtfully, turning away from the porthole.

She couldn't see the look in Homelander's eyes, but she was sure he was puzzled by her behaviour. She didn't want to continue this conversation, if only because of the burning jealousy that might have caused her to say too much. The landing was a success and the passengers even applauded the pilot and the heroes. Outside were already waiting reporters with cameras and many others, in a word - paparazzi. In the hours they had time to learn about what had happened and who had saved the day. Homelander and Maeve stepped forward to draw the media's attention to themselves.

- Would you like some? - The blond offered.

- I'm fine. You like attention. - Maeve shrugged it off, letting him take the lead.

- Homelander, is what you've done legal? You're forbidden to interfere in the affairs of other nations! - At once the reporters came at them, blinding them with camera flashes.

- Flight thirty-seven was over the ocean, which gave us a little leeway. And with so many innocent lives at stake, we couldn't help but take a chance. Luckily, it was a success. - The blond smiled, barely restraining the urge to get out of this unpleasant environment like a cork.

- Were there any casualties?

- The co-pilot was shot before our arrival, unfortunately we learnt about it too late. - With a sorrowful look on his face, continued Homelander.

And so it went on for another thirty minutes. The most annoying minutes of his life, John admitted. Homelander might have taken the attention for granted, but that quality had not been passed on to him. So he didn't last long and eventually flew away from the reporters annoying him, picking Maeve up by the waist.

Soon they were back in New York, landing smoothly just in front of the Vought Tower. They walked inside already at a strolling pace, hearing congratulations on their successful operation. The silence came only when they entered the lift, where they were alone. And it didn't last long.

- How are things with Starlight? - Maeve asked suddenly.

- We've had four dates.

- Have you been able to get her in the sack yet?

- In the process. - He answered, and smelled a peculiar odour that was hard to confuse with anything else. However, the dialogue suddenly faded at this point.

- Will you come to my place for tea? - "Unexpectedly," suggested Maeve as the lift doors opened on her floor.

- 'Gladly. - John smiled, receiving the same smile in return. Which meant she knew that she knew he knew that..... didn't matter, though.

A couple of minutes later, they were inside Queen Maeve's apartments, with a special spacious room for sword training. As far as John knew, she'd been training for three hours each day before. He and the Homelander hadn't had the kind of relationship in recent years that he knew any details about it. Not that he was interested in it at all.

Maeve went to the bathroom, under the pretence that she was covered in dust, and thankfully he didn't suffer from such problems himself. At a certain speed, no obstacle could make him uncomfortable, dust included. Sighing, he sat down on the couch and turned on the television, very quickly stumbling upon a news report about a very recent exploit.

John might have wanted to hear what the media thought of their deed, but he was actively prevented from doing so by the noise of water droplets falling on his partner's body. And as strong as his will was, he couldn't resist and still looked in the direction of the bathroom.

One might wonder why he was doing this if he could look through his clothes at any moment? A long time ago, the girl had zinc plating on her armour so that one pervert wouldn't stare all the time. And rightly so. In recent years, Homelander had never seen Maeve naked, I mean through her armour.

It was a very entertaining sight that made his heart beat faster. In the shower stall, with his back to him, stood an absolutely naked, gorgeous figure. Her long wet red hair was a bloody waterfall down her snow-white back, along with drops of water. When John looked down at her, he could finally appreciate the firm, trained ass that made his trousers feel cramped.

Under the jets of hot water, Maeve slowly caressed her body. She ran her hands over the smooth skin, getting into simple but extremely seductive positions. And it made John realise very quickly that he was already being waited on, and making the lady wait for herself was not his style.

The one-piece suit was immediately thrown to the floor, leaving the hero's body completely naked. The unlocked door opened silently, and the footsteps were quieter than the rustling of grass. But that didn't help Maeve, who heard the sound of the door opening in spite of the pouring water. So John didn't bother to hide any further, approaching her quietly from behind.

- Waiting for me? - He breathed in her ear, pressing his swollen cock against her thighs.

- I thought you'd chickened out. - The heroine smiled, leaning back.

One palm rested on her lush third-sized breasts, squeezing them hard and firmly. The other slid smoothly down to her pussy, tracing a line from her flat, smooth belly to her groin. With his fingers, John pinched the girl's clit, feeling her cherry begin to throb intensely because of his actions. A satisfied moan escaped the beauty's lips as she arched her back in pleasure. She always liked it when he did that.

Leaning down to the girl's neck, he kissed her gently, only to be slapped across the face immediately. Frowning her eyebrows she pushed him back against the glass, which cracked from the impact. While John stared at her in surprise, Maeve wasted no time and grabbed him by the balls. Unfortunately for him... literally.

- Oh, would you take it easy? - John asked her, not daring to make any unnecessary movements under that determined gaze of grey eyes.

- Would you go easy on me then? I'm not a crystal vase, I won't break! - Maeve growled, still letting go of his balls.

Only a moment passed and she found herself pinned against the tiled wall by John's body. The heroine's arms were above her, also held by him. His cock entered sharply inside a tight pussy that seemed intent on milking all the fluid from the visitor. Maeve growled something unintelligible at this and pulled him against her with her legs, hooking her hips into his.

- Mmmhhh!~

For a couple of seconds they stared into each other's eyes, as if continuing this peculiar confrontation. Until John got bored of it and started moving. The measured, yet hard thrusts quickly gained quite an intense pace, eventually starting to break the tiled wall. But they paid no attention to that, giving themselves entirely to an aggressive and lewd kiss, the force of which would have made a normal man lose his lips long ago.

- Aaahhhh! ~ Mmm! ~

Moans mingled with screams as they struggled to dominate each other, and the positions changed almost every couple of minutes. Finally, they moved to the bed where they continued their sex marathon. Maeve was actively bouncing on his cock, taking over and riding him in a riding position. John grabbed her voluminous breasts and nibbled on her pink nipples, biting and sucking on them at the same time, eliciting sweet moans. He was quite happy with his current position.

- Ohhh. - John exhaled, feeling his orgasm approaching.

As if sensing the same, Maeve became even more frantic and soon he did discharge inside. The redheaded beauty closed her eyes and bit her lips, feeling the hot stream of cum inside her. He, on the other hand, leaned back, savouring the aftertaste. Maeve lay next to him, also looking up at the ceiling.

- Why? You haven't even wanted to talk to me lately. And now, this. - John waved his hand, breaking the silence.

- Maybe it's because you're not not a Homelander," Maeve said, and he froze, feeling goosebumps run down his spine. - Your look was different, not so arrogant, but there was a confidence in it. It was as if you had become... complete. Is this because of Ryan?

- I guess I've really changed a lot. - The blond smiled, relieved that he hadn't been burned.

- Yeah, and I want the same thing. - Maeve said firmly, standing up and hovering over him.

- What?

- My Ryan. - The redhead smiled, seeing the surprise on his face.

She slowly lowered herself down and began to lick the cock that had not yet descended. Watching this mesmerising sight, John had no idea how he would be able to give her a son, but he wasn't going to give up on sex like this. So he threw his head back and silently enjoyed the process.

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As I stared at the big plasma screen, I pressed the gamepad buttons with the eagerness of a man doomed to defeat. And on the screen, Homelander was being beaten up by a super-speed Train-A in the arena. What can I say? The conventions of fighting games, where realism is neglected for the sake of equal chances to win for each character. So the same Depth can easily beat up Queen Maeve, although in reality he would be on the ground with mincemeat instead of face in a minute.

Here too, Train-A, which is objectively incapable of moving me even at full speed, can spin the Homelander on the spot. It was annoying, of course, but tolerable. Finally, the speedster finishes his special move and I manage to shoot a laser beam at him before being hit again by this dark blue locomotive. As a result, during my final loss, I was able to watch Train-A run the ground in a circle to end my opponent's suffering with one hit.

- Frustrating and extremely unfair. - All that was left was to comment phlegmatically while watching the black-clad speedster's victory dance.

- Well, you brought that console yourself. - Rebecca, who was sitting next to him, grinned.

- I'm sorry," Ryan smiled modestly. - You just don't know how to take advantage of Homelander. Why don't you pick an easier hero?

- I don't know how to take advantage of Homeylander? Well, I'm still learning," I smiled, adjusting my glasses. - I mean, why do we fall down, Ryan? To learn how to get back up.

- Good. - The child answered me in a perplexed manner.

- You'll see what I mean later," I told him, and stood up from the couch, patting his hair. - We'll do it again when I get back.

- You're leaving already? - Ryan asked sadly.

- I can't stay tonight, it's an important event," he smiled openly, hugging the boy goodbye. - But tomorrow we'll spend the whole day together. Me, you and Mum.

- Okay, Dad. - Ryan smiled, and then went to play games without a care in the world.

Of course, a lot of people might think I'm spoiling him with this. But you have to realise that there's nothing within a dozen kilometres. No children, no playgrounds. And in recent years, the entertainment has been too childish, too much melodrama and fairy tales.

Rebecca would naturally be against such an abrupt change, so it was very gradual. First films, primarily Star Wars. Then more age-appropriate books, Harry Potter was the obvious choice.

After that, he had to argue with his worried mother about leaving his new toy at home. Considering the argument was taking place in front of Ryan, Rebecca couldn't resist the two pleading blue eyes for long. Of course, no traumatising games were involved, which was something the woman had to be convinced of as well. It wasn't enough for the child to shoot lasers out of her eyes out of fear.

- You two are getting really close," Rebecca smiled as she escorted me out the door. - You're all he talks about. Should I be jealous already?

- I can't replace you, you know that.

- You're all they talk about on the news," she said casually.

- Really? I rarely watch the news.

- I wanted to thank you," Rebecca sighed, looking earnestly into my eyes. - You saved them, and thanks to you, they're going home to their families.

- You don't have to thank me for them. You don't even know them.

- They could be my relatives, John," Rebecca sighed. - I haven't had contact with them in a long time, but I still worry about my sister, my mother, and my father.

- And William?

- Him most of all.

- See you tomorrow, Rebecca. - I nodded to her, heading towards the garage. I had to store my clothes somewhere, didn't I?

- Becca.

- What? - I stopped, giving her a questioning look.

- My friends call me Becca. И... you can call me the same. - Becca replied, before shamefully retreating inside the house under my surprised stare.

- I see, Becca. - A grin appeared on my lips as I watched the woman panicking at her own actions. It was amusing and extremely cute.

Then I changed into my costume and flew up into the sky, not to Vaught Tower, but to a meeting of sectarians who considered themselves believers. I, like the Homelander before me, saw them as fear of the unknown, not faith. Just fanatics who would believe anything if they were guaranteed eternal life after death, of course. And I didn't like fanatics.

It wasn't the first time Homelander had had to participate in this event where he was literally considered a second Jesus. Unfortunately, I'll have to take part in this one too, since I'm now in his body. I have Elastic Ezekiel to thank for organising this every year and Wout for sponsoring it.

He was a saint in every sense of the word super who claims that faith can cure everything, even gay people of their addictions. Only he should first take something oblong out of his anus and his mouth before talking such nonsense. After all, faith in his case lost this hopeless battle with a bang.

The crowd of bigots looked up and immediately started shouting my name. The American flag as a cape is a great de-cloak, especially at low altitude. Humming, I landed at the entrance to one of the tents that was reserved for me personally. I had no desire to make contact with the crowds of fans, as Homelander would do now.

- Homeylander! Whew, here's your text. - Ashley ran inside and handed me the speech sheets.

- What hypocritical crap. - I muttered after reading the whole thing for a few seconds.

- Do you like it? - Asked the girl who couldn't hear what I was saying.

- Not really, Ashley. Not a word. - I sighed at the end, waving my hand as if to ward off a pesky fly.

The girl got it right and left the tent, leaving me to my own devices. After a while, I went out for a walk. To be more exact, to look for one beauty that also participates in this event, and I found her easily and quickly in one of the tents.

Except that she was not alone. A circle of teenagers had gathered nearby, along with the priest and Starlight herself. Ashley was standing off to the side, staring at her phone next to some woman. That wasn't taking into account the crowd that had come to watch outside. It was clear that everyone had gathered to hear the priest preach and chat with the famous heroine.

- I know what you're thinking. Starlight from Seven! Here with us! I remember her with pigtails and braces, sitting where you are now. Don't be shy, ask me anything you want," the priest smiled and pointed at the girl who raised her hand. - Yes?

- I have a friend in my team - Sanji. She is a Hindu. I realise it's my responsibility to convince her to accept Jesus. But it's kind of weird for me.

- Remember, Jesus said, "Love thy neighbour. - Starlight replied, thinking for a second.

- And when you do, you want to protect them! You want your friend to have eternal life, don't you? - The priest twisted her words, to which the blonde could not object, though she was indignant and even embarrassed.

- Did you have a boyfriend? - The questions continued.

- Yes, I dated a boy.

- А... did you have sex before you got married?

- That's a rather... personal question," Starlight said uncertainly, meeting the priest's gaze. - No, I'm a virgin, and I'm saving myself for my husband.

It was all over in about thirty minutes, and she came out of there in a state of shock enough that she didn't even notice my appearance next to her.

- You know, lying is a sin. - I smiled, drawing the thoughtful girl's attention to myself.

- What the?! - Starlight almost shrieked, jumping two metres away. - You scared me!

- Did I? - Smirked, calmly walking over to the girl. - I apologise.

- You didn't say that sincerely enough. - Annie frowned resentfully.

- We're both guilty of it. - He said with a smile, and received a puzzled look. Rolling his eyes, he clarified: "So you're a virgin and I should forget about sex until I'm married?

- What? No! - The girl was indignant.

- What question did you just answer? About virginity or sex? - I smirked, teasing her.

- Both questions," she looked me firmly in the eyes, before looking at my figure with a glance. And that look made me naturally shiver.

- I hope you'll remain as sincere," I smiled at her, even putting my arm around her fragile-looking shoulders. She didn't resist, despite the people watching us with interest. - I like you better like this than a twenty-three-year-old virgin.

- Hey! - She punched me in the side with her fist.

- That hurts," I shook her off, offended. - You know you can bend steel with a punch like that?

- Don't exaggerate. And you deserve it," Starlight said, and sighed quietly, silent for a moment. - Am I supposed to be a role model? Well, with this one.

- You have to be a human being first and foremost," I had to look at her seriously this time. - It's very easy to become proud, thinking you're the chosen one, even God.

- God? - Annie asked in surprise, the very thought of it seemingly out of her mind.

- God. When you're above the rest... it's a nasty feeling that's easy to get caught up in. To stop distinguishing reality from the image you've conjured up," he said, looking straight into her eyes. - That's why your sincerity is a breath of fresh air to me. It's your thing. and the thing that's gonna change the world.- That's a little too pathetic," Annie smiled, but then she looked at me seriously. - I'll keep that in mind. Thank you.

- Hey, Starlight. Can I get a picture? With you and-- Homelander. - The man had the courage to ask.

- Sure, Uncle Sam. If you don't mind. - Starlight looked at me.

- No, I don't mind at all. - I smiled back, letting the man take a couple of pictures.

But it didn't stop there, turning into a full-blown fan convention. It wasn't until ten minutes later, when Starlight asked everyone to disperse, that we were free. I was surprised that she knew a lot of people by sight.

- Wow, you seem to know everyone here.

- Well, me and my mum used to drive all over the country to all the Christian events. Wiped the tyres to pieces. These people are like family to me, and it's good to see them again. Even though a lot seems to have changed in that time.

- Hmm, I see.

- Starlight, we should get ready to go out. Let's go? - Ashley came running to us.

- I'll meet you later?

- Sure, I'll be there too. - I nodded as I walked them out.

I decided to look around the fair for something interesting, and soon I came across someone I hadn't expected to see. Especially after yesterday.

- I don't understand you, son. - The old man said perplexed.

- Anyway, if there's a man with a beard in the clouds, he's a fucker like you'd expect. - My old acquaintance answered calmly and very confidently, while throwing popcorn in his mouth.

- Did you call God a swear word?

- Yeah, he's got a thing for mass murder and kids with cancer. And he solves the problem of the utter fuck-up called humanity with his son pinned to a board. He's a scumbag, even you have to agree.

- All right, that's enough. - The black guy tried to stop him.

- You should nuke him and be done with it. That's it. - The man went on, under the old man's shocked gaze.

- William Butcher, what a surprise. - Smiled openly as he approached them.

And if the old man felt a fan's joy at seeing me, the black man in glasses next to William was clearly uncomfortable. William himself was expectedly extremely angry.

- What a surprise indeed. - Butcher grimly agreed with me.

- Where's your friend? The skinny, long one.

The black man immediately tensed, reaching for the gun in his trousers. Unfortunately, this was not a figurative expression, but reality.

- Lives at my place. Or didn't you notice when you bugged my house at night? Did you like the sight of me without my knickers on? - The bearded Brit smirked.

And it was clear from the other's face that the details of last night had not been shared with him. But his surprise did not prevent him from reaching for his gun.

- Who carries a gun in their trousers? What kind of idiocy is that? Why don't you put it in your pants? - I frowned as I looked at the bearded black man. - We're in a goddamn peaceful sectarian meeting, not a ghetto. Chill.

- Yeah, M-M. Chill," Butcher ordered, and M.M. reluctantly obeyed him. - What are you doing here, cape man?

- Just a word of advice, that's all," he looked into his eyes. - Don't make a fuss. Give me a reason and you'll go to prison.

- Why not straight to the other world? - Butcher grinned.

- Because I'm a Homelander today," he grinned back, patting him on the shoulder, which made him cringe. - Have fun. And tell Huey no one's looking for him, and they're not likely to. Let him consider it a thank-you.

He left the last word and left, heading backstage where Ezekiel was now beginning to perform. My exit would be coming soon.

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