Living in a fantasy | 08

[ A month later ]

It's been a month since Annie gave herself fully to Homelander. A month of them fucking every night, at hers or his apartment.

And now, for the first time since it all started, they're away from Vought Tower. Away from the cameras, the expectations, the constant weight of being America's superheroes.

Now, they're here, in her home for 4 days.

The countryside air is crisp and cleaner, a far cry from the pollution of the city. The old farmhouse stands just as she remembers, the wooden porch warm beneath her bare feet as she watches John outside in the yard. Dressed in a fitted black shirt and jeans, he look different. Almost like a normal man. Almost.

He's speaking with her mother, his posture relaxed, those sharp blue eyes always assessing. He's trying, though. For her.

And maybe for something more.

Annie rests a hand over her stomach, a nervous flutter taking root deep inside.

She hasn't told him yet. Hell, she doesn't even know for sure, but something inside her feels different. She's late. She's been waking up tired and her breast are a bit sore.

[ Later that afternoon ]

While John is outside taking a call from Ashley, Annie stands in the kitchen with her mother. The scent of fresh bread lingers in the air, the faint crackle of the radio playing in the background. The kitchen is homey, familiar, the heart of the house, just as it's always been.

Donna January moves with practiced ease, wearing a modest, floral dress, her blonde hair pinned back neatly. A good mother in every sense, gentle, warm, devoted to her home and family. Annie was raised in this environment, and while she had pushed against it in her youth, she never rejected this model of woman.

"Something's on your mind sweetheart. " Her mother says, not even turning from the dough she's kneading.

Annie hesitates, fingers curling around the edge of the countertop.

"...I think I might be pregnant." She says.

For a moment, there's silence. Then, slowly, her mother wipes her hands on her apron, turns, and looks at her.

"Oh, Annie. " Her voice is soft, almost reverent. " That's wonderful news. " Donna exclaims.

"I don't know for sure yet. I haven't taken a test, but I just… feel different. " Annie says. Her mother steps closer, cupping Annie's hands in her own.

"You should hope for it. " Donna says. Annie's breath catches.

"You think so ? " She asks.

"You and John, he's the most powerful man in the world, Annie. Do you have any idea what it would mean to have his children ? " Donna answers enthusiastically.

Annie swallows, her pulse quickening. "I-"

"Sweetheart, you were born to be a mother. You always wanted a family, didn't you ? " Donna cuts her off and continues, her voice soft but firm.

Annie's lips part, but she doesn't answer. Because the truth is yes. Deep down, beneath all the noise of fame, of heroism, of duty, she's always wanted this. A home. A husband. A family. Her mother's eyes soften knowingly.

"John adores you. He'll protect you. He'll protect them. " She says confidently.

The thought sends a strange thrill through Annie's chest. John, the most powerful man in the world, protecting her, protecting his children, their children. Her mother's grip tightens slightly.

"You should give him children, Annie. A strong man needs a strong legacy. And what better legacy than yours ? " Donna says almost proudly.

Annie's breath catches. She hadn't even let herself think that far ahead yet. The idea of carrying his child, of giving birth to something half her, half him... Annie's heart pounds, her fingers twitching slightly.

John finally finishes his call and comes back to the warm and inviting dining room, gis two blonde haired women turning to him as the scent of home-cooked food fills the air, roast chicken, buttery mashed potatoes, fresh cornbread, the kind of meal Annie grew up eating.

Now, John sits at the head of the table, in the very seat her father once claimed. And somehow, it feels right.

Annie watches as her mother sets his plate first, a proud little smile on her lips as she serves him generously thick cuts of chicken, extra gravy, the best portions. She places the plate in front of him with softness while he sits back in his chair, relaxed, the very picture of effortless dominance.

When they're all served he takes his knife and carves into the meal with precision, deliberately, like he's savoring more than just the food.

"This is excellent Donna. " He says smoothly, glancing at Annie's mother with that million-dollar smile while his hand goes under the table and squeeze her thigh. Donna beams, clearly delighted by the praise and hand laying on her thick thigh.

" Oh, John, you're too kind. It's nothing fancy, just something hearty for my two working Superheroes. " She says.

Annie watches the exchange in silence, her fingers curling around her fork. Her mother has never been this welcoming to anyone Annie's brought home. But with John ? It's different. She catches the way her mother watches him, the way she defers to him, small, subtle gestures.

The way she refills his glass before it's empty. The way she nods whenever he speaks, leaning in slightly, listening with genuine interest. The way she acknowledges him as the man of the house without a single word.

John glances at Annie, catching her watching him. She lowers her gaze, pushing a piece of food around her plate. Her thoughts unfocused, her heart beating just a little too fast.

This is happening. John is taking his place in her life, in every aspects, she thinks her hands instinctively going to her belly before shs catches herself.

Donna takes a sip of her wine, her eyes shining with quiet admiration as she looks at him.

"So, John-" She begins, setting her glass down, "I imagine you don't get a lot of home-cooked meals like this ? " She asks.

"Not like this, no. Most of what I eat is… prepared for me. " He smirks, glancing at Annie. "Devoured in between responsibilities. " He adds.

"Mom's cooking is the best. I grew up on it. " Annie flushes, stabbing at her potatoes as Donna beams at the praise.

"Well, you're welcome to it anytime, John, a man like you needs real food, not that over-processed nonsense. " Donna says warmly.

"I like the way you think, Donna. " John answers.

"Okay, easy. My mom's already trying to fatten you up. " Annie rolls her eyes but can't hide her small smile.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," Donna says with a little laugh. "Though I must say, it's refreshing to see a real man at this table again."

Annie freezes for a fraction of a second, but John catches it. His eyes flick to her, then back to Donna, amused. Donna sighs, shaking her head.

"Annie's father wasn't exactly the 'man of the house' type. And ever since he left, well…" She gestures vaguely. "It's just been us girls." She concludes.

"That's a shame. A home like this? It needs structure. Stability. A strong hand to keep things in order. " John says as he glances at Annie.

"Right. Because you're all about order. " Annie lets out a breath, trying to ignore the heat rising to her face.

I can see where Annie gets her… independent streak. But every strong woman benefits from the right man by her side. " He says, looking at Donna again. Donna nods approvingly, completely unbothered by the weight of his words.

"Exactly. A woman shouldn't have to bear everything on her own. " She answers as she reaches for the wine bottle and refill his glass and hers.

"That's why I'm glad Annie has you. You're someone who can take care of her. " Donna suddenly says.

"Mom ! " Annie nearly chokes on her sip of water while John just chuckles, reaching over to rest a firm hand on Annie's thigh under the table.

"I do my best. " He murmurs, giving her a meaningful squeeze.

"You know, John, I always knew Annie would end up with someone like you. " Donna says, smiling at the two of them like a proud hostess.

"Oh really ? " Annie raises an eyebrow.

"Oh yes," Donna says matter-of-factly.

"You may have pretended to want something different, dating those boys who couldn't keep up with you but deep down ?" She waves her fork at her daughter. "You needed a man who could actually handle you. Who wouldn't be intimidated by your strength. " She continues, the wine loosening her tongue.

"Okay, now you're both ganging up on me. " Annie groans, dragging a hand down her face. John just squeezes her thigh again, leaning in slightly to kiss her cheek.

The meal is nearly finished, plates pushed aside as conversation flows effortlessly.

Homelander sits his arm slung over the back of Annie's chair. Donna, seated across from them, looks delighted, her eyes bright from joy.

"So, John. " Donna says, smiling warmly, "Annie tells me you two have been patrolling together a lot lately. Any interesting stories ? " She asks.

Annie and John exchange a knowing look, a smirk tugging at his lips as her eyes spark with mischief.

"Oh, we've got one. " Annie says, holding back laughter as she leans into him.

"It was supposed to be a standard patrol. " He begins, shaking his head. "We were flying over Midtown, everything quiet, when some idiot tries to rob a high-end jewelry store. "

"Nothing unusual about that. " Donna notes, tilting her head.

"Except he was dressed as a ninja. " Annie grins.

"...A ninja ? " Donna blinks.

"Black mask, swords, the whole thing. I thought maybe he had powers, but no just a guy with a katana and a strong commitment to the aesthetic." John confirms.

"Probably a fan of Black Noir ! " Annie adds, chuckling. " And instead of running when he sees us, he he throws down a smoke bomb ! " She continues, laughing louder.

"A smoke bomb ! " Homelander repeats, laughing along with her.

"Like that was going to do anything. We're Supes, for fuck's sake." He says.

"And the best part ? " Annie wipes at her eyes.

"He throws the bomb, it pops, there's this big dramatic smoke cloud and then ? " She takes a deep breath, barely containing herself.

"He runs straight into a parked car. " Annie finishes.

"Oh my God. " Donna snorts, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Knocked himself clean out. I didn't even have to touch him. Annie just walked over and zip-tied him while he was seeing stars. " John adds, shaking his head.

"It was so disappointing, I was all ready for a fight, and instead, I'm arresting an unconscious ninja cosplayer. " Annie sighs dramatically.

They keep chatting for a moment, eating the dessert, exchanging pleasantries.

"Well, that was lovely. " Donna stretches slightly, sighing contentedly.

"I'd say it was perfect. " John says, smiling. Donna beams, rising from her chair as she gathers a few plates.

"Glad you think so, John." She pats Annie's shoulder. "Come on, sweetheart. Help me clean up ? " She asks without really giving her daughter a choice.

"Yeah, yeah. " Annie mutters, already stacking dishes.

The two women move around the table, gathering dishes, clearing away the remnants of the meal. Donna hums softly as she wipes the table, Annie moving beside her, hands full of plates.

As Annie turns toward the sink, a firm touch grab her ass, quick, but unmistakable. She freezes for a fraction of a second, her breath hitching, before shooting a glare over her shoulder. Homelander's expression is pure innocence. She narrows her eye before moving on.

Moments later, as Donna passes by him with a final stack of plates, his fingers brush lightly against the small of her back then gently slap her ass, casually. Donna, just gives a pleased little smile, as if enjoying the attention. Annie swallows hard, heat creeping up her neck.She glares at him as she passes.

"Behave. " She whispers as she grabs the last plate.

[ Later in the night ]

The house is quiet now.

Donna has bid them goodnight, retreating to her room, leaving Annie and John alone in the dimly lit hallway.

Annie leads him upstairs, her fingers lightly curled around his wrist, guiding him. It's strange, bringing him here. This house, this room belonged to the old her. The girl who dreamed of being a hero, who idolized Vought.

She pushes open the door, stepping inside, and suddenly she's back in time.

Her teenage bedroom is mostly untouched, soft blue walls, fairy lights strung along the ceiling, a bookshelf filled with old childhood novels, her trophies from Bible camp and pageants still on the dresser.

And, of course, the bed, the same small, pink-sheeted thing she grew up in. John steps in behind her, glancing around, taking it all in then his eyes land on the bed.

Annie sees the way his expression shifts from amusement to something darker, something hungry. He steps closer, trailing a hand over the comforter, testing its softness beneath his palm.

"You know what I'm thinking, don't you ? " he says, voice low, thrumming with heat.

"John…" She answers timidly heat pooling between her legs.

"I'm gonna fuck you in your old bed, Annie. " A shiver rips through her at his words. God help her she wants it.

" My mom's is downstairs John.." Annie says, trying to dissuade him but she already knows it won't. Since he took her virginity, there hasn't been a day John's dick hasn't been in her pussy. And when a woman spends enough time under him, taking his sperm inside regularly, it changes her.

Maeve is proof of that. She was always strong, but after years of taking his load, night after night, swallowing what he gave her, she got even tougher. More durable. More powerful.

And now ? It's Annie's turn.

Every time he fills her up it's reshaping her. Her stamina's better. Her muscles don't ache the way they used to. Her light burns hotter, stronger.

She won't admit it out loud but she also came to craves sex with him every night.

The air feels too thick, the walls of her old room closing in, the collision of her past and present, the innocence of who she was meeting the reality of who she is now.

John doesn't rush. He lets the moment stretch, lets her feel everything as he steps forward, his fingers brushing the edge of her old dresser, trailing lightly over the Bible camp trophies then the pageants, the untouched books.

The stuffed animals are still neatly arranged on a shelf, Mr. Marshmallow her favorite one lording over them, then the small desk where she used to do homework, completely untouched since she left for Vought.

"Such a sweet little room. " He says, almost jealously as he sits on her bed and she joins him.

She naturally pushes her body closer to his, squeezing her breasts against his arm as they start to kiss, her pupil dilate as their tongues meets, dancing while his hands explores her body while hers embrace him, her nails racking again the nape of his neck. He traced his fingers over the line of her jaw and pulled her tight to his chest. She makes a delicious little sound and responds with the same hunger.

The air in Annie's childhood bedroom feels hot, charged, as John towers over her, his sharp blue eyes devouring every inch of her. There are no suits here, no capes, no penthouse at the highest floor, just them, stripped down to who they really are. In her case at least.

John lifts a hand, his fingers brushing over her sweater, grazing the soft fabric at her waist.

"You know..." He murmurs, voice low and teasing, "I bet you wore sweaters just like this in high school. " He says.

Annie swallows, because she had. She had worn things just like this modest, soft, innocent never once thinking that, years later, she'd be standing in this very room, about to let the Homelander strip her down to nothing.

He smirks, like he knows exactly how her mind is racing.

"Did you ever touch yourself in this bed ? " He asks, casual.

"John~" Annie's face burns.

"I think you did." He tugs at the hem of her sweater, his fingers against her the bare skin of her stomach.

"I think you used to lay right here, in your cute little bunny pajamas, hands between your legs... " John teases her. Annie shoves at his chest and it makes him chuckle.

"Not gonna admit it ? " He muses, eyes twinkling with wicked satisfaction.

"That's okay, baby. Because now ? You don't have to. I'm here to do it for you. " He says with utmost sincerity.

Before she can protest, he grips her sweater and pulls lifting it up, dragging it over her head, until it's gone, tossed somewhere onto the floor.

A chill rolls through her, goosebumps rising as she's left in just her white bra, her nipples already hard against the fabric.

"Fuck.. " He exhales, his hands settling on her waist, his thumbs trailing along the lace of her bra.

"You know-" He starts, tilting his head. "I bet your mom still sees you as a little girl. " He says and he couldn't be more wrong, especially after Annie confession to her mother but it still makes Annie cheeks redden.

His fingers slides lower, hovering at the waistband of her jeans, playing with the button.

"But she has no idea, does she ? " His voice is low, his lips brushing against her flushed an burning skin. "No idea that her perfect, sweet daughter is about to get laid in her childhood bed while she's sleeping downstairs. " He continues huskily.

Annie's breath hitches, heat coiling deep inside her, shame and arousal twisting together.

John pops the button of her jeans, slowly dragging the zipper down.

"Lift your hips. " He orders and she obeys without thinking.

The denim slides down her legs, cool against her overheated skin, until she's left in just her panties, thin, damp, her arousal completely exposed.

John's eyes darken, his fingers trailing over the soaked fabric, brushing against her slit.

"You're dripping." He says, smirking. Annie squeezes her eyes shut, an humiliated whimper catching in her throat.

John laughs quietly, pressing a soft kiss to her neck, licking it then suckling on it, leaving a small purplish mark.

"You don't want me to stop. " He whispers, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties.

Annie's hips lift instinctively, letting him drag them down, baring her completely.

With slow, deliberate movements, he pulls his own shirt off. He's perfect broad shoulders, sculpted muscle, his strong and impressive chest.

Her thighs press together, aching for him and his dick, and he notices. His smirk deepens as he unbuttons his jeans, unzips them, and pushes them down.

Annie's eyes drop as his cock springs free, thick and hard, already leaking. John sees where she's looking, and he smiles proudly, stroking himself teasingly.

"You gonna let me fuck you in your old bed, baby ? " He asks while Annie slowly starts to play with her clit. Annie tits heaves, her skin prickling with heat, with need.

"Y-yeah.." She whispers. John hums, pleased.

Then he crawls back over her, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide as he lick her a bit.

"Good girl. " He says, raising back, his cock pointing straight.

Her plush lips opens in a half-gasp as John forces her to sit at eye-level with his monstrous cock. It looks even bigger from a low angle, and all of the small details comes into clear, terrifying focus. The smell is unbelievable just as she remembers, overpoweringly masculine, she can't help but takes deep breathe through her nose.

" You want me to use my mouth ? " Annie asks, her voice low to not be heard and tone almost innocent despite the numerous times she sucked his dick already.

" That's right. " John answers.

His hands coils into her blondelocks. Annie swallow and inhaled the scent. Her tongue hang loose from her mouth and she leans down, scooping his shaft with it, the taste every bit as strong and good as she remembers.

Annie purses her mouth and starts to move her head back and forth, suckling on his shaft and kneading his balls with her other hand. Her breasts bouncing with every movement. Her tongue traces the underside of his head and trailed the pulsing veins to the root of his dick. His entire length quickly soaked to his balls with her saliva. Small sounds of suctions being made by her cock-trap of a mouth.

Annie pulled back to breathe again; "Hmph~Hmph~ It's so big John..." She whines as she hungrily stares at his throbbing erection before going back at it again. The sexy blonde laps at the meatpole, her breath hitching as she repeatedly slides her tongue up and down against his cock. 

He feels her tongue swirl in circles around his meat, a trick she learned after he made her suck his dick night after night. A pleasant hum vibrating from her throat, dragging her wet mouth up and down his length. Her plush, pretty lips suctioning around the throbbing shaft. Her cheeks hollowing out, turning her oral cavern into a vacuum.

Annie's body is commanding her to accept his seed, wishing to taste it, eagerly providing him with her velvety, slimy mouth.

John groans, his manly tool swelling before pumping, spurt after spurt of cum spraying the inside of Annie's mouth who's moaning while the roof of her mouth is painted white, gulping repeatedly to keep up with the erratic pace of his ejaculation. John grins smugly as Annie clean him up.

" Whew. That was something else, Annie. You're incredible. " John says while massaging her scalp, pulling out his dick with an audible plop, a trail of sperm connecting it to her bottom lip as Annie swipe her tongue against it to lick it up.

He pushes her down and takes his rightful place.

" Don't go too hard John, please~." Stutters Annie, placing her hands against John's broad chest as she's pinned underneath his weight. The mattress sagging from their combined weight and the pink sheets wrinkling, the bed clearly too small for them.

He palmed the underside of her smooth thighs, and pushed her legs up. They stares lovingly at each other, John noticing the cloud of lust hazing her eyes as he carefully burrows his hefty cock into her slick, tight vaginal cavity that clung tightly to his penetrating head, soaking up the rest of the dick.

"Aaahh!~" Annie tries to keep back her moans, barely hanging onto her bearings, hearing the slutty, airy pops of her clenching tunnel that seize and clamps around John's invading dick.

Annie clings to him, her nails sinking into his broad shoulders as he pulls back then pushes back his fat dick inside, stretching her slow and deep, making sure she feels every inch of him.

She desperately bites back her moans of pleasure from the way he's rooting himself inside her, his tip of his cock touching her womb, claiming her in the very bed where she once shamefully touched herself to a poster of him.

His lips graze her ear, biting gently her earlobes as his hips rock back and fro, his breath hot as he repeatedly penetrate her, her thighs trembling around his waist.

John pulls back just enough, his hands firm on her waist, keeping her exactly where he wants her, before he thrusts again.

Their lips smashes together, enveloped into a steamy hot kiss, with the airtight fucking leaving very little room separating their bodies.

The surging hot waves of ecstasy cascading through her nervous system, the feeling of his breath, his bulging hard muscles flattening her against the mattress. Her legs locked around John begging him to hammer her harder and faster, deeper, whatever is the reason she felt this horny.

Annie bites down on his shoulder, hard, muffling her whimpers as he effortlessly guides her to a feverish orgasm, her climax lasting what feels like an eternity, spraying her love fluids all over his crotch as she muffles her moans to his lips.

"That's it, baby. Hold onto me." He groans, his grip tightening around her as he continues to force climax after climax from Annie's quivering cunt. Sloppy cream oozing out of her pale plump folds, leaking out and staining the pink bedsheets underneath them. John resembles a locomotive picking up speed, soon reaching a blistering space which left his rocketing length a complete blur.

Annie's toes curls, her eyes glow golden, her legs straightening out into the air, scratching at John's back as a high-pitched squeals escape her lips before she pulls her hands to her mouth to block any other sounds.

He embrace her firmly as if to let her know that everything would be fine. And deep down, she knows that there's no one else for her. Heaving beneath him thrusting her own hips onto his spectacularly skewering cock.

Her mother is just downstairs, in her room, in the same house where Annie was raised to be good, to be pure, to wait for a husband who would cherish her, lead her, protect her. Now John is here, the man of her life, giving it to her in her old bed and he's never letting her go.

As his dick is reaching deeper into her womb, her hands slides up his back, her fingers tangling into his golden hair, her legs tightening behind him, pulling him deeper. Annie glances down at his thick shaft buried to the hilt in her pussy, his hulking cock dominating her soaking wet clit, her back straightening out as she suffers from another orgasm. Rolling her pelvis even wilder along his waist. His nutsack resting against her asscheeks, grunting and moaning together.

"That's my girl. " John growls, low, deep, pleased.

He's not just taking his pleasure he's making something clear. This is hers. This is his.

"You feel that ? " He whispers, pressing his forehead to hers, thrusting deep, grinding against her, rubbing against the spot that makes her shudder.

Annie nods frantically, clenching around him, her mouth falling open in a silent cry.

"That's my dick, baby. " He rolls his hips, pushing deeper, making her feel every inch. "The only one you'll ever know. The only one that's ever going to give you what you need."

"Say it. " He says, his voice gentle but firm, his hands cupping her face, tilting her chin up so she has nowhere to look but at him.

"Say it, Annie. " He whispers, coaxing her, the way a husband should. "Tell me who you belong to. " He demands.

Her past is gone. This room, this bed isn't what it used to be. It's theirs now.

She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer, her lips brushing his ear.

"You, John. " Annie whispers. "Always you. " She repeats.

A shudder rips through him. And then he breaks.

He kisses her deep, reverent, like she's his entire fucking world before he grips her hips, slamming into her, his control snapping.

" Hnn~ Oh~ john please~" Annie moans.

"Shhh, baby. " He says, groaning against her skin. "Don't want mommy hearing, do we?"

She shakes her head frantically, her teeth sinking into his skin as she squeezes around him, her body rippling with pleasure, another orgasm crashing through her like a storm.

A low, guttural sound escapes him as he thrusts one last time, burying himself to the hilt. Stretching her out in an incomprehensible way as his hung balls flopped against her asscrack, spurting inside her womb, his hot and thick sperm filling up her insides as her tight wet hole squeezes around his erupting length.

They pants and inhale each other's breaths for a couple minutes, lying on top of the exhausted, worn-out woman, with John appreciating her womanly body, caressing her porcelain skin with a huge grin on his face.

John kisses her slowly, sweetly, his hands cradling her face.

"My girl. " He murmurs, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. Annie exhales softly, her arms winding around his shoulders.

"Yours. " Annie whispers back, closing her eyes.