Madelyn Stillwell - Blog Posts

Mortality — ♱

#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

"John," Madelyn spoke out, calling him into her office. She was sitting by her desk, filled with Homelander plushies placed on the bookshelves room. 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 continue speaking, as Homelander kept his eyes 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 me down if you did have a tantrum now.." Madelyn sat back at her desk.

Homelander's eyebrows twitched to 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 greeted Madelyn, as she gave you a smile back then to Homelander. 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 signs 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, before stepping out of the office. Closing 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 hand on her on her palm.

"Jealously, maybe," He states.

"Why would I ever be jealous of another random woman, John" the blonde had agitation in her voice.

"Sure" John ended the conversation, before walking out of the office, dismissing Madelyn.

John came out of the office to see you outside the office clicking away on your iPad. "Good morning, Homelander!" you piqued out.

"Hey Y/N" He shoots you with his signature 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 to your chest, slightly pushing 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 sweetest smiles; at that moment, Homelander didn't know, but it felt that piece of humanity inside him, his heart. That hurtful pang from inside, especially when you gave him that carefree 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, staring 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 adjusted your hair into a ponytail, before getting straight to work. You heard an opening door into your office. A familiar redhead came into the office, "Oh, hey Ashley." you said to her while you stared at your screen.

"Hey Y/N... I just want to congrats you on the promotion," she said, sitting down on one of the chairs infront of your desk. "Thanks!" You smiled at her looking up from your computer.

"Oh, I also got you some coffee while I was on the break," she slides it across to you.

"Thanks again, yeah, it's really something I wouldn't have thought that...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-"

'DING' Ashley's ringtone went off, alerting her of some emails and text messages, "Oh Shit, sorry, I can't really talk right now" She got up quickly, "But I'll definitely meet you up at lunch" she said before picking up her calls.

"Alright..." You muttered, hearing the door close, leaving you in complete silence.

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.

Unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you through your office.

5 hours later

You were exhausted, your phone alarm went off, it was currently 10:30 pm, you looked outside of the window, it was dark since it was winter.

You turned off your computer and put it in it's case. You wore your coat, as you got ready to leave, wearing your scarf.

Opening the door, turning off the lights, and walking down the hallway to the elevator. You were busy texting Ashley on your phone.

"Ah-" you accidentally bumped into someone, you quickly looked up to see Homelander in front you.

You froze in fear.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," you apologized immediately, feeling your heart pounding against your ribcage.

"It's okay," Homelander said; you couldn't hide your red face away from him. He gave you odd looking smile. You backed away from him, grabbing your dropped items from the floor, fixing yourself up.

"Your going home?" Homelander said, "Yeah" you responded.

"It's been a busy workday, you know" you awkwardly laughed, "Uh..Bye" it was a little awkward after what happened just now; you just ran to the elevator, jamming the buttons down.

Soon as the elevator doors open, you went in. Praying 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 Tower, holding your bag as you walked to the elevator. Heel clanked down on the marble flooring, flipping your hair back while you waited for the elevator coming down.

Becoming Homelander's assistant was improving, with the respect or maybe pity people give to you. Finally, the elevator door opens as you step inside the elevator. You pressed the elevator panel to the 79th floor, and 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 doors opened up, and you walked down the hallway, walking straight to your office; grabbing your key, to your surprise it was already opened. You further opened it to see Homelander already in your office, sitting in your 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 in front of you. He put his hands on your shoulder as he smoothed the material out. "You know, Y/N, you are such a good assistant; maybe even better than that... impressive,"

Everything in your body was screaming as he said that. You couldn't help but to looked around your office, "Homelander, I'm grateful for your kind words" You said without trying to sound scared. You took his hand off your shoulders, "But why are you here though, is anything wrong?" You questioned.

He cups your face as your eye looks intensely staring into your eyes, it understatement to say you were scared, you were terrified.

"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, did you know that?," he spoke up. You were afraid, couldn't really move at all, but you couldn't help it but to be aroused by that Supe. It would be a understatement to say that Homelander wasn't attractive.

He brings his mouth to near your ear, whispering close to you, "You're wet," as he backs away from you.

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, putting 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, covering your face in shame.

My prerogative 2

n.o.t.e.s - Yeehaw, @bunnimu

Part 2 of My Prerogative

w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, gore topics, organs.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g -Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader

w.c. - 1189

4 weeks passed supposed off the accident happened. It was downtown New York, a few blocks away from your apartment. The Police and reinforcement and newscasters were there trying to find evidence of the massacre of human organs scattered in the alleyway.

'DAILY NEWS A BRUTAL MURDER HAPPENED IN DOWNTOWN NEW YORK,' the news headlines read.

It was a brutal scene; some sure came to the scene; it was something. Just to your luck, one theme was Homelander at the scene. It was interesting that a high-standing superhero was at the scene of the low massacre.

"She really gave us a show," he murmured with a little smile, his hand behind his back.

'VOUGHT' read from the building standpoint, home of the wonderous superhero as the seven. It must be pretty good working alongside superheroes; it must be a dream come true.

It really wasn't. But hey, you would do anything for the hefty paycheck that came into the mailbox, paying your bills. You scanned your id badge on your lanyard and walked into the bright building, holding your bag with you as you came to the elevator. Today was better than the week you had, especially with your crappy boss.

'DING' the elevator stops on the floor you're on as you entered in.

You felt better about today; you got a full night of rest, and you even got the time to make some coffee for yourself. Today was your day, bathing couldn't ruin it, you thought to yourself.

Pressing the floor buttons on the elevator panel onto the 68th floor, the elevator music pinning into the elevator; you stand on the side of the elevator until you hear some yelling.

"Wait! Hold the elevator!" a feminine voice ranged; you immediately press the opening elevator button, letting the women in before the elevator door was closed.

"Thank you so much!" she pants; she was holding a bunch of paperwork in her hands. "Busy schedule?" you respond, motioning to the paper she was holding.

"Uh, yes..mhm!" she responded as she look down, looking at her shoes.

"So, what department are you in" you place your hand on your hip as you stare at the shorter woman.

"Office management."

"PR"

After that, the silence was comfortable, more settling than what happened between and homelander.

"Oh, shit, could you press floor 38, please!"

"Sure thing" you pressed the floor on the elevator panel, and after that, some more silence settled in it wasn't awkward but better.

'Ding!" the elevator stopped at her station, and she stepped out, "Well, it was nice to meet you; oh wait," she stepped back before the elevator should close, "what's your name?"

"Y/N"

"Eliza, bye!" she waved as she ran to her office station; the elevator door closing as you only saw her brown hair in the wind.

It was refreshing to see a Vought employee not being a bitch to you, but I think today even improved for you, especially.

'Ding,' the elevator doors open, and you step out, walking to your office cubic with a bit of pep.

You didn't have to contact any stupid heroes, especially homelander. No whining, nothing from your boss; you opened the door to your office and sat down.

A big smile spreads across your face; nothing could go wrong or turn your body to face your computer.

Until your office door opened, the clanking of heels could be sounded in the silent office, gaining the attention of other people. It was a red-headed woman coming near you, holding a couple of folders in her hands.

You immediately turn your body away, hiding your face away from her, but it was completely useless. "Miss Y/N, isn't it right?"

You turned your body to her, "Yes, what do you need?"

"Straight to the point, I love it. My name is Ashley, and I want to give you a promotion of a lifetime! courtesy of Vought; if you can follow me to discuss further, that would be nice". She said.

"Sure.." you got up from your seat and followed her. You were an isolated space away from anyone, "Okay, so Y/N, this a wonderful opportunity for you. It's not a lie that you're a super, right?" She started, your eyebrows furrowed when she said 'supe.'

"What do you mean.." you respond to her accusation.

"Aren't you a supe, right? Well, we wanted you to tell us that you can become a professional supe, save people and be an inspiration to everyone, and also have a seat with the seven"

"What happened to transculent?

"Well, it's something I can't explain to you, especially, but..." she turned her head, "Would be a better step up than to work in a small office cubic.."

"How do you know?"

You immediately flipped her body and slammed her into the wall, grabbing her neck.

"How the fuck you know, Ashley. I'll snap your throat in half right now.."

She grasped your hand on your throat, and she slowly struggled against your strength. the clasp of boots echoed in the hallway, and a faint sight of an American flag was in your peripheral vision.

"Dammit" you took your hands off her throat. As Ashley rubbed her neck, with the faint grasp of your hand, the red mark was still on her skin.

You stepped away from her, as you stared at Homelander emerged from the shadows literally..

"You know, Y/N, that was a good stunt you pulled off earlier.." he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him. You bit your lips, "What the fuck do you want!" you barked at him.

"I guess Ashley didn't tell you yet, Join the Seven," he responded with a small smile. "Im not good at math, but isn't there supposed to be 7 people, not 8" you respond.

Ashley was still on the floor, as she looked between you and the homelander. Her face was still expressed a bit of fear as you were yelling at homelander.

"Well, transculent missing, so you would still have a chance to be in there besides your power, and the seven would be better than what that cheap semitransparent cocksucker has.."

"Well, there's no way that happening" Take a step back, in case you had to run.

"Oh, sweetie, even you know that running is useless.." he looked at you.

You back up away from him, as you took a deep breath, and broke into a sprint, even though you were warned, you didn't listen.

The last thing you heard was some murmuring from the homelander.

Running into some Vought employees as you pushed some away, damn, who knew this building was so big, it was even hard with your heel pinching your feet.

You were stumbling as you tried to push some of the employees away from you. You saw a brief look of another super, 'Wait, was that..queen Maeve" you thought,

Before you notice it is too late, the last thing you saw was black, as you feel your body thrown over something like a ragdoll.

Today wasn't a good one, especially for you.