The Love Experiment (Soldier Boy X Female Reader)

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The taxi driver stops just in front of the stairs that lead to the Lobby doors of Vought. "Have a nice night with Homelander, miss S/n." he implies, winking at me through the rear view mirror in a creepy manner. I chuckle his gesture off nervously, handing him the cash and waste no time with opening the door.

"Thank you!" I shout, closing the door gently and walk on a mission towards the skyscraper building. I hear him drive off, my body feeling more comfortable and at ease. It sucks not having a phone, since I could've disputed with John over a simple phone call...

But no— John just had to destroy my phone, that way my only direct line of communication is through a face-to-face meetup. Trust me, I would've used any of my friends— even Billy's— phones if I had the chance... but that would ultimately end up with their location being at risk since they didn't have zinc in their building structure. So, I couldn't take that chance. Then again, John probably knows where they all live. I walk up to the elevator, pressing the button to go up. I tap my foot impatiently, feeling my face heat up gradually. Like everyone's eyes were on me and only me.

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The elevator dings, the metal door slowly opening to the left. Unfortunately Ashley stands there, on her phone. Her face always in some sort of panic at least 24/7... what I've betted on with A-Train. We still haven't done a stakeout watching Ashley all week though, so I guess it's just nothing but a meaningless bet now. I take in a deep breath and step into the elevator, watching as the pad of Ashley's thumb swipes too slowly in getting rid of the page she had open in her phone.

It was very... interesting.

"Shit, sorry you had to see— S/n?" Ashley strangles out a whisper, gulping loudly. I smile tightly for a brief moment before standing next to her. "What floor?" she asks, averting her gaze as long as possible. We stand next to each other in silence as the door closes shut.  I want to answer her question quickly, but my mind is still stuck on the image that was briefly displayed on her phone. I think to myself for a moment, feeling pretty surprised yet intrigued about her future endeavors.

"Homelander's." I mutter, staring at my reflection in the metal door in front of me. I see her nod in the corner of my eye, slowly reaching out to the button with her shaking finger. I sigh and attempt to make her feel more comfortable in this tight awkward space... bringing up the object image from her phone. "Didn't peg you for a strap-on chick." I chuckle softly, smirking to myself. I feel her bulgy blue eyes on me as she gauges my genuine reaction.

"I see what you did there." Ashley laughs, her body language eases up a bit when she realizes I'm not saying it just to demean her. "Let's just say I have some pent up energy that I love to use on men who like that shit." she breathes, feeling quite liberated as she smiles proudly to herself. I'm glad she feels like she can breathe when people let her, but that's just too much information for someone else to know.

"Too much information, Ashley." I nervously clear my throat, looking away from her and watch the numbers of the floors increase as she mentally takes a step back to assess the situation. She shifts her stance, pressing her lips together.

"Sorry." she mumbles, feeling self conscious about letting me know that part of herself. It's definitely something that creates another awkward pause between us. I swear this woman never makes herself feel comfortable. Under any professional circumstances. She always has to be stressed out about every little detail. I'm guessing that's where the power play kicks in with submissive men she's secretly always on the prowl for.

"Don't be. More power to you... although nobody else needs to know that, except for your future sex partner or partners— For future reference, anyways." I say, thanking the heavens above when I hear the ring sound and the door slides open to Homelander's floor. I give Ashley a small awkward smile before walking out and saving my own life. Focusing back on my original mindset when going to the tower in the first place. To give John a piece of my fucking mind.
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I stomp through the hallway, until I reach Homelander's living room space with a hot head. "John, you fucking son of a bitch! I need to have a fucking word with you right now about the stupid fucking commercial—!?" I shout at the top of my lungs, stopping right in my tracks and shut my trap immediately. My eyes widen slightly, seeing a boy sitting on the couch just as shocked as I was.