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joshocunt · 10 months
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tonixe · 1 year
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#n.o.t.e.s `` Happy New Year, let's start this year off with a bang \\
# w.a.r.n `` Non-con/dub-con, overstimulating, creampie, squirting..., p in the v, penetration, Breeding kink...fingering...cunnilingus
#p.a.i.r.i.n.g `` homelander x fem!reader
#w.c. `` 2.3k
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"John," Madelyn spoke out, calling him into her office. She was sitting by her desk, filled with homelander plushies placed on the bookshelves room. As Homelander entered the office, his hands folded behind his back, "You called for me?" he said.
"Well, since your packed schedule and my care for you, you would need an assistant, especially with everything you're doing being American superheroes," Madelyn spoke, placing her chin on her prop-up hand.
"I don't need a babysitter, Madelyn." he shut her down immediately at the thought of it.
"Well, John is not a babysitter if you act like it is," she said as she got up from her chair and walked towards the known superhero in her office.
She kept spoking on, as the homelander kept his eye contact with her, not speaking as she started rubbing her hands on his bicep, "...But you know I would never think that you ever need one, but please at least do it for me, ....John" she gave him a reassuring smile.
"..Besides, she's gonna be here soon; it would let you down if you did have a tantrum now.." Madelyn sat down at her desk.
Homelander's eyebrows twitched as the passive remark that Madelyn said, "I do not throw tantrums-"
"Please, John, not right, no-" she was soon cut off by the sound of knocking
"Just in time, you can come in!" she yelled.
The door opened to attractive looking women wearing long sleeved white shirt with a brown tie enveloped on her body, adorned with extended brown pants accentuating her hourglass figure.
"Hello," you spoke to the two visible adults in the room, giving off a sweet smile to both of them as you held your Ipad in your hand.
"Well, Homelander, this will be your new assistant, Y/N L/N; she'll be charged with your scheduling and social media," Madelyn signed off and turned to the agitated blonde man.
"Im so lucky to work with the one and only Homelander" you smiled at him.
It makes it better since I'm being helped by a beaut like yourself" he gave off his signature smile, the one you'll usually see on TV or when he's on camera.
"Since you guys have already met each other, I think Y/N you can go; I just need to talk to Homelander some more," Madelyn said, crossing her legs.
You nodded your head as you stepped out of the office. As you closed the door, "I'm surprised you didn't hire someone. How do I say ugly." Homelander crossed his arms.
"Why would you think that John" Madelyn place her hands on her prompt on the palm of her wrist.
"Jealously, maybe," as he gave Madelyn a little smile.
"Why would I ever be jealous of another random woman, John" the blonde had a slight agitation in her voice."
"Sure" John ended the conversation and walked out of the office, dismissing Madelyn.
John came out of the office to see you outside the office pressing on your iPad. "Hi, boss," you piqued out.
"Oh, Hi Y/N!" he gives you a smile.
"Oh yea, I was planning to update your account, you know to advertise your movie coming up," you tilted your head, smiling as you pressed the iPad on your chest, pushing your chest up.
"That sounds great," he said as his eyes flick between you and your chest.
"I really appreciate that Homelander!" you gave him one of your sweet smiles; at that moment, Homelander didn't know, but inside his tiny heart, that was a hurtful pang from inside, especially when you gave him that smile. It felt like he actually felt something, looking at your face.
"Uh..yea," his face felt warm, maybe even hot. The first time he started stuttering over his words.
"Anything wrong?"
"No.."
"If you need me, I'll be in my office" you gave him another smile as you walked as he looked at you walking down the hallway, plainly looking at your ass.
As you walked down the hallway to your office, you were busy on your iPad, planning for your plans on PR work for Homelander's brand. You pushed strands of your hair over your ear. You heard an opening door into your office, and a familiar redhead came into the office, "Oh, hi, Ashley." you said to her.
"Hey Y/N, I just want to congrats you on the promotion," she said, as she sat down on one of the chairs vertical to the desk. "Thanks!"
"Oh, I also got you some coffee while I was on the break," she placed it on your desk.
"Thank you again, yeah, it's really something I wouldn't have thought Madelyn would do that, you know." you scratch the nape of your neck, "I totally get it" Ashley took a sip of her coffee.
"Oh yea, also Ashle-" you went soon cut off.
'DING' Ashley's ringtone went off, alerting her of some emails and text messages she didn't get, "Oh Shit, sorry, I can't really talk right now, but I'll come by your office, Sorry Y/N."
"It's okay" soon, Ashley started to scramble out of your office, "Alone again," you muttered.
You went back to working on a draft of your project, hoping for some success in making Homelander's brand since the Stormfront, Nazi shit happened. It was a coincidence that Madelyn would hire Homelander as an assistant; it was the most challenging time of his fucking career. You knew Madelyn was out to get you, fucking hag.
As you gave yourself a sight, unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you through your office.
5 hours later
You were a little bit tired, and you yawned. Your phone alarm went off, it was currently 8:30 pm, you looked outside of the window, it was dark since it was through the winter months.
As you turned off your Ipad and put it in the case, put it inside your bag. You wore your black jacket as you wrapped your scarf and hat.
Opening the door, turning off the lights, and walking down the hallway to the elevator shaft, you were texting Ashley on your phone.
"Ah-" you accidentally bumped into someone and you were slowly falling; you didn't feel the hard ground; opening your eyes to Homelander, his hands were wrapped around your waist.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," you apologized profusely.
"It's okay," Homelander said; you couldn't hide your red face away from time as he gave you a cheeky smile. You backed away from him as you grab your thing from the floor, as you fixed your jacket.
"Your going home?" Homelander said, "Yeah" you responded.
"I'm just a little tired; you brushed your hair back," you said, "Bye" it was a little awkward after what happened just now; you just immediately ran to the elevator, pressing the buttons down.
As soon as the elevator doors open, you go in. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better and less awkward than today; the last thing you see the door closed is the brief sight of the American flag.
3 months later
You walked into the Vought building, holding your bag as you walked to the elevator. Heel clanked down on the marble flooring, flipping your hair back as you waited for the elevator coming down.
Becoming Homelander's assistant was improving, the elevator door opening as you stepped into the elevator. Fixing up our outfit, as you pressed the elevator panel to the 99th floor, soon the doors closed as you felt the elevator going up.
You took out your phone, looking at emails and some messages from Ashley and some of your co-workers. Scrolling through it most of it, you really didn't care about that.
'DING' the elevator door opened up, and you walked down the hallway, walking to your office; you grabbed your key, unlocked the door, and to a Homelander in your office, sitting in your office chair.
"Good morning, Y/N," the supe said, standing up from your chair and walking to you as you closed the door and put your coat onto the coat hanger.
"Good morning Homelander-" you responded to him, as you flipped your hair back.
"If I could ask, how did you enter here? It was locked from the outside-"
"Doesn't matter," Homelander cut you off; he was now standing right at you. He put his hands on your shoulder as he smoothed them out, "You know, Y/N, you are such a good assistant; maybe the better coming from me would be impressive,"
Everything in your body was screaming as you looked around your office, as you put your hands on your face, covering it up from the blonde supe. "Homelander, uh, what are you doing" as you took his hand off your shoulders, backing up to the wall.
He cups your face as your eye looks intensely inside your e/c eyes, "Y/N...you know," Homelander gives a little chuckle to himself, then turns to look at you.
"You have always been in my mind, every single day, that something from me," he spoke; You were afraid, couldn't really move at all, maybe made yourself feel a little bit dirty, as your legs felt wetter, rubbing them as he kept talking. The fear made you feel a bit of pleasure.
As he places his hand beside your head on the wall, as you look down, turning your head to the side. He brings his mouth to your ear, whispering into your ear, "Your wet," as he removes his head from your ear.
Slipping his finger through your skirt to your panties, his fingers shortly played with your clit, his fingers sinking into your folds, lewd sounds coming from your mouth as you tried to covering your mouth. "You like that, don't you" he whispers into your ear before he makes brief eye contact with you.
"Nn-gah" you whine, bitting your lip.
He starts kissing your neck slowly down to your collarbone, as you felt his beady sky blue eyes on your body. His finger curling up into your pussy, you threw your head back, whining.
You felt dirty that you doing it, inside your office with American's golden boy, especially with being his assistant. You felt heat pooled to your lower abdomen, your face felt hot. Homelander's fingers going in faster into you, as your moans got louder and languid.
"That's right, don't hide your moans" He spoke out to you, as you squeeze your thighs between his arms, moaning out loudly to him. Your orgasm came into you, as you moan out loudly.
Your juices coming down from your legs, making a pool on your floor. Homelander took out his finger, as it was covered with your love juices. Your panting echoing the room, as he forced your fingers into your mouth, as you pressed down your mouth on to his finger, sucking them eagerly. The taste of you coating your whole mouth, you kept eye contact with your e/c eyes with his sky-blue eyes. As Homelander hoisted your waist up quickly slamming you onto your office desk.
He ripped your blouse with your f/c brassiere, and your boobs bounced as he pulled it. You turn your head away from him and bite your finger down, making yourself seductively. Your nipples hardened into the cool air. He started marking your chest. While he took off your skirts and panties. He dragged down his pants, revealing his red throbbing cock, the tip of his cock covered with precum. "Maybe I should make you my bitch, just for me to breed and have my children."
Grabbing your legs and laying them down on the side of his neck, you gripped his forearm tightly as he entered you, adjusting to his size.
As you roll your hips desperately for some friction, "P-lease.." you whispered, biting your lips. You looked utterly pathetic; your tights ripped, your blouse ripped into pieces, and your skirt was ripped, as your panties were probably with Homelander.
"You know, you look really pathetic right now," Homelander asserted to you, "..you should use your words, sweetheart," he cups your cheeks, "Come on, use your words, baby," he wooed.
"..P-please f-fuck me, make me your-" your glassy eyes looked at him, and as you held him before you could even continue, he plunged into you. Your boobs bounce up as he thrusts into you.
Your moans were chopped up as he rapidly rammed into you like a rabid rabbit; as he trusted up, you felt he was kissing up to your cervix. "Aah..N-ngh" whining out.
As you felt your orgasm coming,
"Fuck" he thrusted into faster as you felt some bruising up onto your pelvis; you felt him throbbing inside of you. Your eyes briefly saw white as liquid rushed out of you. Rutting homelander rutted inside you, feeling yourself seeing white. He kept jackhammering into your pussy, feeling bruising on your pelvis.
Your panting and moans are heard outside. "Fuck-"
As he thrust into you a few more times before rutting, feeling his hot liquid filling your womb. Panting can be heard throughout the office
"Not bad," Homelander said through his panting as he tucked his penis inside his boxer and pants, leaving you dripping covered in sweat, cum, bruises, and your ripped clothing. "Maybe, you can be used for something else, like my work bitch, ya definitely that." You didn't say anything, prompting yourself up on your elbows to look at him as he was getting dressed.
"Meet at my penthouse at 10" Homelander looked at you as he fixed his pant.
"Wear something sexy, too" he tilted his head at you, giving you one of his charming smiles, making you wetter. You watched him exiting your office.
"Damn it," you slam your head softly onto your desk, putting your hands on your face.
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amazingmaeve · 6 months
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THE BOYS | 2.03 “Over the Hill With the Swords of a Thousand Men”
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wisefoxluminary · 4 months
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Watching The Boys for the first time and I can't help but laugh at this accidently paused moment. It looks like Hughie is doing the "it's a me Mario" jump lol.
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kansaskissedlips · 26 days
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It's four days after the accident - Hughie's abdomen still throbs, but the prescribed medication takes the edge off a little.
For safety purposes, he'd been transported to Mallory's house after barely twenty-four hours in the hospital. Uncomfortable as it's been, they just can't risk Vought getting at them when they're vulnerable.
Hughie's just waking up when Butcher steps into his room, ever-present frown on his face. "Mornin', lad," he says gruffly.
"Hey," Hughie mutters, struggling to sit up all the way. "It's early."
"Yep," Butcher agrees, walking closer to Hughie's bedside. "Careful. Don't tear anythin'." He puts his hand on Hughie's arm, steadying him.
Hughie shivers, Butcher's touch warm on his cool skin.
"Let's take a look, shall we?" Butcher pushes back the blankets from Hughie's body and carefully lifts the hem of his t-shirt.
Hughie inhales sharply - the shock of Butcher's fingers grazing his belly sends a flash of warmth down his spine.
"Bleedin' a bit, Hughie," he murmurs. He touches the gauze cautiously.
"Oh," Hughie mutters. "I didn't notice. It's not - I mean, it's uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt. I'm not in pain right now." He's fidgeting, Butcher's warm hand still splayed on his stomach.
"Let's change it anyway, yeah?" He starts peeling back the gauze, and sure enough, there's a little blood seeping between the stitches. He clicks his tongue.
"What?"
"Nothin'. You're healin' well, actually. Just a lot of bruising, lad. And you're gonna have a gnarly scar."
Hughie watches Butcher disappear and come back with a washcloth, rubbing alcohol, and fresh bandages. It doesn't take long to clean him up, and Butcher is so gentle that it causes Hughie to ache in other ways.
"Thank you," he whispers.
"Hughie - " Butcher starts, unsure. He lets his hand rest on Hughie's belly, damn well aware of how intimate it is.
Hughie closes his eyes, leaning back against the pillow. "I like that. It feels like my own personal heating pad."
Butcher snorts. "Glad to be of service." He pauses - oh, this is a bad idea - and then gets on the bed, next to Hughie, keeping his hand on his stomach.
Hughie feels himself flush, but instead of blurting out the first awkward thing that comes to mind, he keeps quiet.
Butcher leans in, lips close to Hughie's ear. "You have no idea how glad I am that you're okay, love."
Hughie finally looks at him, eyes wet. "I - uh - y-you -"
"Get some more rest. Need your strength up." Butcher reaches for the remote control and clicks on the TV at the end of Hughie's bed.
Hughie stills, relaxing against Butcher.
He has a lot of questions, but he doesn't want to ruin the moment. So he turns his eyes toward the TV and lets himself drift.
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xieyaohuan · 1 year
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The Boys, Season 2 Episode 6, "The Bloody Doors Off"
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thehoundwrites · 2 years
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Thigh riding with homelander and any other boys characters in their suit?;
I'm decided to do Homelander, and stormfront. Feel free to request others if you want.
Minors dni Cw; Nsfw, Strong sexual language, Power dynamics, Feminine pet names, Afab body.
This may be stormfront and homelander but I still do not want antisemitism, racism, xenophobia, transphobia or any other disgusting thing like that ty.
Homelander:
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His lips parted, breathing getting heavy as his steel gaze watched every shake and shiver of your body as your hips rocked on his muscles thigh. One part of him wanted to lean back in his chair and watch you desperately grind, another wanted to slam you against the wall and take you right there for interrupting his work.
Instead however his fingers found your waist holding onto you, not quite guiding your rocking. He simply needed to touch you. Just the way you needed him to pleasure you. At first he had let you sit there while he finished the last of his paperwork, then you began to squirm. He could hear your heart beating faster, and feel you throbbing over his thigh.
"is something wrong" he smirked his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips, a cocky grin tugging at his cheeks. You simply murdered into his shoulder "noo" sighing and beginning to move your hips creating some sorely needed friction.
After a while of you grinding away he couldn't focus anymore.
"If you needed my so bad, you just had to ask" he teased, his gloved hand gripping at your neck, moving your face towards him.
"look at me while you hump me like a pathetic dog"
"mmmkay"
"what?"
"yes sir"
"good girl"
That one made your heart beat, your eyes fluttering up at him, his thigh flexing through his spandex suit make you shiver, his eyes holding contact with yours, whenever you look away he'd shake your head a bit in his hand reminding you of his order. The pleasure ended up overloading you all at once, you could feel his suit begin to dampen beneath you, blushing in embarrassment. Only he could get you this needy.
"I never thought you could get more pathetic yet hear you are"
"Johhn I'm so close" you whined your eyes closing, he could feel your muscles tighten.
"Go ahead, cum, show me how desperate I make you"
StormFront:
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She knew what you wanted the moment you climbed in her lap, giving her those cute little puppy eyes you'd always use to melt her heart. "Can you please come to bed... Can you please get dinner on the way home" she never minced getting you anything you wanted.
Still coming into her room in the tower, to bring her the lunch she'd been craving. Even though she could've flown to got it, she just wanted to see you. She smiled as you straddled her, black gloves caressing your cheek gently. Brushing stray strands of hair out of the way.
"mmm" she said taking your hand and lifting it to her lips "is there something I can help you with" he smirk grew wider, the one she always had when she teased you. And she teased you alot.
"Klara"
"Yes?"
You rolled your eyes.
"C'mon you don't have to give me attitude, just tell me what you want. Hey-" her fingers moved from gently caressing your cheek to gripping your chin harshly and she clicked her tongue. "Look at me"
"Please, you know what I want"
"Say it."
Your breath hitched heart fluttering your eyes staring down at her, throbbing on her thigh.
"I want to ride your thigh"
"is that a request?"
"yess" you whined. She whistled.
"Don't whine at me, whore, and go ahead. I like to watch how depraved you look when you cum for me"
You felt breathless already, she watched you. You don't even know if she was horny. Yet she sat there her dark eyes stuck to you, like you were the best movie she's ever seen. She didn't even touch you until you were getting out of breath.
She felt your body droop, stimulating yourself too much. And you were so close.
"I haven't even touched you, and you're gonna cum? That's cute"
"mmmm" your eyes darted away, unable to look her in the eyes. "No" her leather covered finger squished at the bottom of your chin. Her other hand tugging your hair back slightly.
"Look. At. Me"
"Now"
Your eyes opened and the hand that gripped your hair moved down your body feeling every inch of you through her black gloves, she felt your body tense her grin forming once again.
"Klara..."
"Beg."
"What?"
"Beg to cum, you know the drill princess"
"mmmplease Klar"
"You can do better than that, I'll stop you if you can't"
"no please Klara, let me cum"
"Cum for who?"
Your hands gripped her shoulder your jaw clenching as you moved faster.
"For you"
"Go ahead" her answer was breathy, the only time you could hear the lust in her voice.
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violentdevotion · 6 months
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HES DRINKING HER BREASTMILK !!!!!🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳😁🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳👍🏻🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳👯🏽‍♀️🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🥳🥳🥳🍻🥳🥳
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tectoniccyborg · 1 year
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2/4 of my sketches for the boys themed never ending card I want to maaaake
He’s such a little snotty kiwi man
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sizzzo · 6 months
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Antony Starr, y'all 🇳🇿
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craycraybluejay · 8 months
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HOMELANDER IS FUCKING DRINKING HIS DEAD MOMMY ISSUES LADY'S BREAST MILK?? THAT HE KILLED??? OH MY GOD????
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The boys is a crazy misleading show
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tonixe · 1 year
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My prerogative
n.o.t.e.s - Sorry for being inactive for the past weeks :c
w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, the reader being disrespected on, a chainsaw man reference, gore topics, organs.
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader (kind of?)
w.c. - 1637
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Another day at Vought INC, you were sitting in your office writing up a storm in a document. You worked in the PR team for Vought superheroes.
Today was an especially hard day.
First, wake up late because of your alarm clock, then your phone is not even fucking charging.
Then if that wasn't good enough, being late to the train and then walking to work in heels that were 30 mins away. Then coming back to this hellhole for your boss to give you a horrible time at work.
As you were here fucking slaving away on your computer, your thought running around your head, it was hard to come with the concept for that experiment that you call heroes.
Not that you had any aggression with any of the superheroes except with The deep, translucent, and demon you call America's golden boy, Homelander. As you were typing on your computer in your small office, your boss walked up to you, clicking her heels annoying; not like you had an anger issue, but when you saw her, everything in your body rang anger.
"Y/N, your last idea was interesting, needless to say. I don't think that having Queen Maeve and Starlight helping out, survivors of Cyclone Idai, wouldn't be a good pitch. Think, Feminism, think two women showing the world that women can do anything." she slams the paper you worked hard on onto your desk, tapping down on the paper.
"What do you mean?" you responded to her interesting comments.
"What I said, a feminist is the topic" she exaggerate her hands and clasped her hand.
"Sure," your eyes twitched as you picked up the paper she placed on the desk.
As she walked out of your office, she yelled out, "-And make sure it is good this time!" the final comment made you crush the paper in your hand and throw it on the wall.
"What the hell does feminism do with superheroes" you mumbled yourself. Swiping a piece of your hair to the side of your ears, moving closer to the computer, and thinking about some ideas. Needless you say, you were fricking annoyed by the comments your boss said.
Bite at your lip, till it drew some blood. It was getting tiring, trying to live a normal life, was tiring, you thought of your choices when you were 12 between staying in the lab or escaping, but you glad that you are able to escape that hellhole than being monitored for 24 hrs, and ending to be doll being on display.
But ironic that you landed a job at the same brand you escaped. You wanted a breather from being locked up in your small office; besides that, your break was coming in, standing up and stretching your neck and your body. Walking out of your office, going to the elevator.
As you were walking down, getting pushed by two dickhead of Vought employees, they responded by saying to watch where you were walking.
The disrespect you were getting from this company was crazy. While you enter the elevator, pressing the 25th floor, where the company Starbucks was, you need some Caffeine to boost your mood and energy, even though Dunkin Donuts was better than the overpriced coffee store.
Standing the side of the elevator lending to the walls, as you scrolled on your phone while the elevator was going down. the elevator music chiming in.
Your eyes was still laid on your phone, you didn't notice the person that came into the elevator, not taking your eyes on off, until your eyes look at the familiar cape, it was red, white and blue.
Making quick eye contact with the person you dread meeting on top of that, Homelander.
But out of all the elevators in the building, why the heck would he take the elevator taken by lowly Vought employees? Getting off the wall, straightening yourself up.
He walked in with his hand behind his back.
The music chimed in and played through; your body was tense by his immediate presence, and the elevator door closed.
You wished that the elevator would go faster as you stared at the floor indicator with the lowering numbers of the floor going down. You should help it, but your heart was pumping out of your chest.
"So, I heard you got a promotion, Y/N." the comment he said caught you off guard, 'The Fuck' and you just stared at him.
Besides the point, he said that, your promotion was literally 6 months ago.
"Quiet, aren't we?" he looked you in the eye, and you soon pulled away.
"Thank you, Sir," you responded, not bothering to correct him. Now you were begging that time would go faster, biting down on your lip.
The elevator so coming down to the 25th floor, and he soon slapped his arm on the control panel breaking it and catching himself off caught.
Faster than you can even react, he grabbed your neck, pinning you to the elevator wall, leaving you shocked to even react.
An ominous chuckle erupted from him, "You honestly got everyone else fooled, but not me at all, Y/N."
You were scared for your life inside that elevator, there nobody here, and there was no one to hear you scream at all. "W-what, do you mean" you stared at him, your legs were trembling.
"Your not normal at all, you're more than having a lowly lifestyle. You are a god like me" he grabs your face and squishes it.
You help but stare at him; you have a hard time responding to him; even if you tried doing something, your chances of being slayed by him would be high.
"What?" the word slipped out of your mouth, you were wondering how he know, but I guess you can't hide anything from Homelander; if you were to lie, you would probably just die right there.
"Don't fuck with me, Y/N." he barked at you, his hand breaking inside the elevator wall. Your eyes felt wet, and tears were escaping you. Your lips were trembling.
"Don't fucking turn soft on me now." He yelled at you, "Just admit it, don't lie to me."
"O-okay, I am one" you mumbled, he released his grip on you and pressed the button on the elevator panel, as he stood away from you in his original spot.
You fell down on the floor, breathing heavily, as you put your face in your hand.
The elevator door opened, "Cut that crying crap up; it not working on me at all," he mumbled as he exited the elevator, with his hand behind his back in a military position.
The feeling of getting to Starbucks left your mind; the only thing you could hear in the elevator was music as the elevator closed; you just wanted to get out of this building.
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Walking out of the tall building, it was accordingly 8:45 pm when you exited the building. Unfornutaly for you, your day was only getting worse; it started raining on you, soon drenching your body in water.
'Just my day..' you mumbled out
A terrific day for you since it was just sunny outside, and you didn't bother to bring one of your jackets with you, but that's just New York weather. Grabbing your bag and using it as a protection shield for your head, you ran to the train station to catch it from its left.
Entering the station, your body was drenched in water head to toe; as the sound of your soaking wet clothes made a 'plop' sound, you moved to the scanner, swiping your MetroCard into it. The gate opening allows you to enter the waiting area of the train.
The screeching sound of the train came halting at the station. The door opened, allowing the people inside to get out; you grabbed your stuff and entered as you sat down, waiting for your stop.
30 MINUTES LATER
Lucky for you, the rain wasn't as bad when you exited work. You were walking to your apartment complex; your clothes were less drenched than before but still had some moister.
It got way darker than before; you were walking down the street. You live a little far away from the Vought building, and you usually take some shortcuts to make your journey less. As you looked in the alleyway, you dismissed the idea from your mind, the time for using a shortcut was way too risky.
"HEY, LADY!" a masculine voice yelled, ringing in your ears.
"Just my luck," you muttered as you turned to the voice. "Give me all your money," the mysterious man said, holding a pocket knife and wearing all black.
"No," you responded to him.
"Do you want to die right now? Just give me your fucking purse, or I'll stab you in the fucking neck," he yelled, walking towards you.
"Maybe, but do you know what is even better than money" you walked towards the mysterious figure, throwing your bag onto the floor.
"Your life," you made a gun sign with one of your men and pointed towards him "bang" soon, the man's chest, stomach, and abdomen area were blasted off and sprayed on the wall. His head had a confused expression, and as his head landed on the floor, his legs fell down as well. It was a pure, clean cut; his organ was destroyed by the blast, and the red liquid was everywhere on the street.
His blood was sprayed on some of your clothes as you grabbed your bag from the dirty floor and walked away from the massacre of the man's body.
You didn't know it, but someone was following you as he popped out from his invisible trick. Translucent face had a scared expression etched on it as he looked at the gory display on the floor. The mysterious man's blood trickled down the street to the road.
"What the hell" he covered his mouth at the killing. Pulling out his mouth, testing the head of the seven, a message saying, "It 's the real deal."
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BECCA & BUTCHER
2×04 Nothing Like It in the World
The Boys (2019-present)
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oopsyblue · 2 years
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I can’t express how much serotonin I get every time Frenchie says “petit Hughie”
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chaos-monkeyy · 2 years
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Feeling very personally and specifically targeted by this show rn 👀😳
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