Deeplander Oneshots
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Forget blowing A-Train, the Deep blows Homelander.
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The room was quiet as Deep entered. He’d waved off Noir. He wasn’t supposed to talk anyway, and he doubted Homelander cared all that much whether one or both of them were there to disappoint him.
It wasn’t a completely selfless decision. He knew he’d be taking the brunt of the degradation, and at least this way there wasn’t an audience. He stood there at the door for a couple minutes, waiting. A part of him felt that maybe he should knock, that maybe Homelander hadn’t noticed him come in. Another part of him felt that maybe he should just leave, because of course Homelander had noticed him come in. Heard him most definitely, maybe even smelt him.
“Homelander?”
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- Part 1 of Deeplander Oneshots
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“Do you think you’re strong, Deep?”
“I- I want to be.”
“Stronger than me?” Like he could ever.
“Strong enough for you."
“For me to what? Use you however I fucking please?” And Homelander probably meant for missions and stuff, but with the supe’s hands on him Deep’s mind was a mess. He bit his lip, nodding, as he tried to clear out the images in his head of Homelander using him. Not trusting his mouth to say anything other than use me for fucking, please.
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The next time in the water from "Idol Worship"Series
- Part 2 of Deeplander Oneshots
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Moaning his eyes fluttered shut; the taste, the heat, all of it so good. A hand threaded into his hair pulling, perhaps roughly for a human, but not nearly hard enough for him. Still, there was passion to it. It was almost good enough, almost…
“Fuck, Homelander…”
“What?”
Deep froze, eyes shooting open as he lifted up to look at the girl underneath him.
“Um…”
She didn’t seem angry. More confused than anything. Nonetheless, he could feel the anxiety twisting around in his stomach like snakes. Gosh maybe Homelander was right and he did ‘reek of anxiety.’ Wow, okay, he really needed to stop thinking about Homelander right now.
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This work can be read as a standalone
But it technically follows in the sequence of all the other works in this seriesSeries
- Part 3 of Deeplander Oneshots
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Homelander’s threw off his gloves, bare hands coming up to the closure of his belt. Wow, wow, okay. Yeah he was definitely getting killed for this, but hey at least he’s going out with a view. Deep didn’t think he’d ever seen Homelander out of uniform. Ever. The belt clattered as it hit the floor and those strong hands tucked underneath the hem of his shirt.
Deep swallowed anxiously. Holy shit, he was going to undress. Right there. In plain view. Deep’s hand unconsciously came down to palm over the bulge in his pants, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep quiet. He could practically imagine it, Homelander’s massive build that always seemed to loom over him. That big toned chest and shredded abs. Those huge fucking arms that could pick up whole buildings probably. Fuck. He was so hard.
Homelander’s hands pulled up on his shirt, the tight fabric giving way to- oh. Wait, what?
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This work can be read as a standalone
But it technically follows in the sequence of all the other works in this seriesSeries
- Part 4 of Deeplander Oneshots