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maudie-duan · 23 days ago

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Series Summary: For nearly two years, Harry has been fighting to keep his relationship with Olivia afloat. At what point do you make a choice to either endure or let the strain of the world defeat his ambitious hopes of a lasting relationship? Or will a single night and a fleeting encounter be enough to change the projection of Harry’s path? Maybe our ‘Mystery Girl,’ Shiloh, will happen to be in the right place at the right time.

If you missed *Part l* check it out here!!!

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Word Count: 2K

Warning: Strong language, minor angst, eventual smut, emotional.

I knew my time in Italy would be short. There was so much to cram into three days and barely enough time to do it. The second we got off the plane was a whirlwind, and in less than 24 hours, I was already sitting front row at a Gucci Cruise Show, slowly losing my mind with the chaos and excitement it brought.

An illusive fever dream—I sat exhausted, staggering between the reality of it all, attempting and failing to shake my jetlag—delirium blooming into the worst case of imposter syndrome I think I’ve ever had to face head-on. It felt like I was playing dress-up in some rich woman’s closet. Except it was the complete opposite—There I was, sitting in a costume-beaded dress, thinking, “I better not fuck this up!” It was annoying because who cared what I—a nobody—was doing? The room was filled with high-profile people; I was just lucky to be there.

I won’t lie and say the show wasn’t a big deal—My best friend was originally going to join me, but she was probably still crouching over the toilet back at the villa, trying to figure out where the hell she got food poisoning, leaving me to survive on my own—I was alone. I felt like an idiot wearing sunglasses in a dark room, but my anxiety was through the roof. I didn’t want anyone to notice if I was staring or draw attention to myself in any way. I had already accumulated enough compliments on my dress that all I wanted was to run and hide; I don’t do well with compliments.

—let me just say fangirling is real, and while my career has somehow morphed into me dealing with celebrities, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a big fan of most a majority of the time.

What made things worse was every time I slumped in my chair, the dress would pinch my ass, so I had to sit upright, super straight, making me feel more rigid than I already felt. All I wanted was to relax in the moment and give it the gratitude it deserved, but instead, I found myself counting down the minutes, waiting for the chance to stand, move around— and breathe.

I didn’t go straight to the afterparty—Of course, I did the appropriate thing and found the furthest bathroom from the party and called Annelise—My best friend—Who by now was tucked away in bed, feeling closer to human than she did before I walked out the door.

“Dude, I can’t believe you’re there. It’s like it doesn’t feel real to be in Italy…granted, I’ve been sick most of it—” Annie says as I wedge the phone between my ear and shoulder to wash my hands.

“But still, like you’re really doing this. This is a big fucking deal,” she adds, and she’s right; this is a big deal, and I’ve been trying to play it cool all night.

I lean forward, trying to touch up my lipstick, “This is a big deal for ALL of us. You’re just as much a part of this as I am. Without you and Kevin, I would probably still be working at Starbucks, cringing every time someone asked for cold foam on a fucking hot drink—”

“Why do people do that?” I ask, “Don’t they know that that shit curdles? Do they even know what curdle means? Just ask for whip cream, dammit; it’s literally the same thing…and it’s free.”

She laughs into the phone, “No, seriously…and the audacity for them to throw a fit when you try and explain that to them. It’s like, Dude, I’m on your side…”

“No, exactly! It’s like fuck you, then. I hope your stomach hurts later, Asshole.” We both laugh, enjoying that last bit a little too much.

Somehow, this seems to calm me down—the normalcy it brings. I’m trying not to stare at myself too long in the mirror. I know the longer I stare, the more I’ll pick myself apart. “I don’t want to go back…” I breathe into the phone, a nervous surge climbing, and I look down at my phone to check the time.

“Dude, we’ve been talking for almost thirty minutes. I should probably get this over with,” I say.

“You’ve got this, Shi—” she starts.

“Yes, SHY is exactly how I feel!” I blurt out.

She exhales, “Shiloh, you’re the most personable person I know. Just go in there and pretend like you’re working. Be in “go mode.” And if you see the love of my life, text me right away!”

“I thought Kevin was the love of your life?” I question.

“I think you can have more than one love in life—” she explains, “Kevin is my current love—”

“Kevin is your ONLY love,” I emphasize, leaning against the counter and flinch when the dress pinches my ass cheek, and I’m upright in a matter of seconds.

“Okay, Kevin is my ONLY love, but Harry Styles was my FIRST love.”

I roll my eyes, glancing at myself one last time in the mirror, trying to hype myself up, “Oh god, Dude, I forgot about your obsession with him. I’m still not sure I’m seeing the draw—”

“Shiloh, I’ve tried to explain this to you a million times…” She has that tone like she’s about to lecture me, and I quickly cut her off. I’ve heard her reasoning so many times now. I totally missed the “One Direction Era,” so I don’t think I’ll ever get it, or at least not on a level that I can connect with. Not with the enthusiasm and passion she holds for one single human—She’s hopelessly devoted, and I can respect that. I felt the same way about Leonardo DiCaprio the first time I saw him in Romeo and Juliet. My thirteen-year-old brain burned his face to memory. Now, no matter how old he gets, I’ll only ever see him as that—The blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy of my dreams.

“I won’t be that girl that takes a picture to send to her friends…that’s too weird for me…” I tell her.

“I would never ask…just tell me exactly what he’s wearing. If you get close enough, breathe him in for me, and if his pants are hugging…you know…PLEEEASE tell me if it’s as big as it looks in pictures. I swear he’s packing heat, Dude.” She pleads.

I shake my head, even though I know she can’t see me, “You have no fucking shame, Annie. I will not be objectiving some dude.” I laugh, “Plus, you’ve trained me well, and I haven’t seen him yet. But I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

It took me two drinks to relax. At first, I stuck close to Alessandro because he was the one who invited me, and he carried the conversation as if it wasn’t a big deal that I was monopolizing his time. Eventually, people began to interrupt us—understandably, since he was technically the guest of honor; this was his show, after all— As I made my way to get a third drink, I debated whether it was a good idea. But perhaps this was one of those “go big or go home” moments, and everyone else seemed to be well on their way to getting drunk.

That was when I spotted him across the room—Harry Styles—My best friend’s dream man, and seeing him was a strange rush of familiarity, like deja vu, like I had already been here at this very moment in time—This was the part of my life I couldn’t wrap my brain around: the realization that celebrities are real people. It’s hard to explain the surreal feeling of coming face to face with someone usually projected as a larger-than-life figure. But, once you have a real conversation, you realize they’re just as human as you, like worrying if they have food stuck in their teeth. At least, that was my thought when I ran into Stevie Nicks while she was getting some hors d’oeuvres, and she asked that very question.

And so this is what my night turned into. I exchanged somewhat meaningful conversations with people and enjoyed myself more than I would have imagined. The weirdest part about the evening was somehow Harry had become my focal point; it was like every time I looked up, he was somewhere in my line of sight—and I don’t mean like, “He’s so hot, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him,”—Not that he’s not hot—it was more of a weird energetic pull, and the more I watched him, the more I noticed a gentleness about him. The way that he interacted with people. How his kindness infiltrated every conversation, he seemed to get hooked into.

It was as if he were the most famous person in the room, and everyone wanted a piece of him—I avoided him at all costs and the draw of his presence, which became more apparent as the night stretched on, sucking me in like I had no choice. Yet, there was comfort in it, and although he didn’t know me, we had a commonality; that was my best friend, and maybe that was the draw, after all, that he reminded me of her. So the rest of the night, any time I felt myself getting overwhelmed or drifting inward. I would find him in the room and find my center.

I found myself getting attached to the idea that he was becoming my lifeline for the evening. I know I sound completely ridiculous, but it’s a feeling I couldn’t describe even if I tried. Maybe I could say it was all the stories that Annie had filled my head with, but seeing him in person was different. I was beginning to see the attraction that everyone had.

This continued, and eventually, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I must have stolen a thousand glances in Harry’s direction, but not one time did I catch his eye, nor was I trying—plus, I was being extra careful because I didn’t want his girlfriend, who was glued to his side, to see me. I couldn’t think of a worse feeling than being “another girl staring at her man,” I don’t know how she was doing it. So many people were bidding for his time, stealing pictures. Several times, I saw her pushed to the wayside, holding a desperate scowl; she wasn’t good at hiding.

I couldn’t imagine what it was like to date a “heartthrob.”—Well—I do, actually. I dated this guy right before he got his breakout role. This kind of put me on the map the more people consumed him. The collateral damage was that it upped my rising following when they found out his “cute influencer” girlfriend was likable.

I guess, in a way, I know that feeling, and I learned a lot from that experience and how I would navigate any relationship moving forward, whether they’re famous or not—In a way, I pitted her. She looked miserable. She didn’t leave his side all night, but something about it didn’t feel authentic. It felt forced, almost performative even, and as I glanced up to get another look, they were both looking at me.

My brain went blank, and my first reaction was to avoid making eye contact with Harry. So I did the most natural thing and gave the girlfriend the attention. My instinct was to compliment her dress, and that’s what I did.

Before, I could allow my panic to seize the moment. I turned away as smoothly as possible, heart hammering in my chest, and bolted to the bathroom to call Annie. When I got back, Harry was on stage with Stevie singing Landslide. I hung toward the back in case I cried because who could hear this song and not relate to it in some way? Not feel the weight of the emotion when you realize how fleeting life truly is.

Then Harry started singing, and my stomach dropped. The words soared through me like a gust of wind, chills running up my arms to the tips of my ears. I couldn’t pinpoint the feeling as the room grew smaller, as my cheeks warmed. I felt like he was calling me out; my body heating with it, like hearing each word for the first time, and when he pulled away from the mic, his voice choking up, I thought I would lose it right then and there—but then Olivia was pushing past me, the faint light catching her tear-stricken face. My gaze followed as she stormed out the doors and into the hallway.

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winchesterwild78 · 4 months ago

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The Mistake pt 2

Master List

Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader

Warning: Language, Angst, SMUT!

A/N: Just something I cooked up while falling asleep the other night. Possibly a short series. All stories are my own and does not follow The Boys timeline. It does use the characters, but is not associated with the series in any way.

Minors DNI 18+

Annie stood at the door in disbelief. “How the hell did you find us?” She seethed. Ben ignored her, his eyes were on you, and your’s were on him. “Ben, what are you doing here?” You asked softly from the couch. He pushed past Annie and came over to you. Dropping to the floor in front of you, “I came to fight for you. I shouldn’t have let you walk away twice now. You’re carrying my children for fucks sake.” “But so is your girlfriend, I’m not your girlfriend Ben, she is.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s nothing to me. I fucked her and other women trying to chase you out of my head and heart, and nothing worked. Not the booze, drugs or women.” You sighed as tears began to fall. You tried to stand, but being very pregnant with twins made it difficult. Ben tried to help, but you pulled your arm away. The hurt was visible on his face.

“I’m sorry Ben. I can’t do this right now. I can’t keep letting you play with my emotions. It’s not fair to me or these babies. I have to think about them and what’s best for them. “You don’t think being with their father is what’s best for them? I have a right to be with my boys, Y/N. I want to be there and help you raise them, watch them grow and teach them how to be men.” “You will have rights to them, just not to me. I love you Ben, I was in love with you. Willing to give you everything, just look at my belly. I wanted to give you the family, the children, the love you deserved, but you wouldn’t let me past those walls you’ve built. I tried everything to break them down. After a while you just get tired of being in a one sided relationship.”

Ben stood there speechless. He knew you were right, but how could he prove to you how much he loved you and wanted to be with only you. “Sweetheart, please give me another chance. Let me prove to you I’ve changed. It wasn’t fair for you to feel like I didn’t care. Dammit, Y/N, I do care. I love you so much it fucking hurts. I’m terrified of being hurt, but more terrified of losing you or our babies. I LOVE you, I want to marry YOU, be with you and our boys.”

He was vulnerable enough for you to read his mind. Tears fell, you knew he was being truthful. Without another word you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. The months of separation, the pain, the anger, all of it melting away. The love you two had for each other was radiating off of the both of you.

Annie stepped forward, but Hughie stopped her and shook his head, “Annie, let’s give them some space. She’ll be okay.” He took her hand and they walked outside. She tried to protest, but Hughie pulled her away.

When the need for air became too much, Ben and you pulled away. Tears were still falling, this time from both of you. He wiped your tears away. “I love you, Y/N. So much. I’ve been a dumbass for pushing you away. I never want to leave your side again. These past few months have been absolute hell. Nothing I did erased the pain of losing you. I’m sorry I was a fool.”

You cupped Ben’s face, “I love you too, Ben. Doing all of this the past few months have left me feeling so alone. I wanted you by my side when I found out I was pregnant, and then again when I found out it was twin boys. I’ve cried myself to sleep every night, begging for you to come back to me.”

Ben placed his hands on your belly and rubbed, “I swear to you I will never leave you or our babies again. Ever. You’re it for me. You’re my home, these boys are my home.” Your breath hitched and you threw your arms around him. The babies started kicking wildly and Ben felt them. He helped you sit back down and he sat beside you.

Leaning over Ben placed his face near your belly, “Daddy’s here my boys. I can’t wait to meet you and teach you all about this world and women.” You playfully slapped his arm,”Ben! You will do no such thing.” He smirked, “Well, we will have to wait a little on the women.” You smiled and he kissed your lips.

The two of you sat on the couch and talked as Annie and Hughie came back in and started to clean up the kitchen. You noticed Annie kept leaning in trying to hear the conversation. You looked at her and smiled.

“Ben, what about Sherry and her baby?” “I told her I didn’t love her and wasn’t going to marry her. I told her I was in love with someone else. She was pissed and admitted she wasn’t really pregnant. She said she saw you come in and knew who you were. She thought if she said she was pregnant I’d pick her over you. Of course I had to tell her there was no way I would ever choose her or anyone over you. She called me an asshole and told me to fuck off. You know me, always charming the ladies.” Ben chuckled. “So, you’re not marrying her and she’s not having your baby?”

Ben took your hands in his, “No, I’m not marrying her and the only woman having my baby is you.” Tears pricked your eyes, “Oh Ben, I love you so much.” Annie and Hughie walked over to the couch and sat down. Annie was still pissed and wasn’t as forgiving as you. Hughie tried to convince her to let it go for your sake, but she was very protective of you and the babies.

Hughie was the first to speak, breaking the awkward silence, “Well I think Annie and I are gonna call it a night.” Annie looked at him with daggers in her eyes. You looked at her and pleaded with her to give Ben a chance. Her eyes softened a little. Annie spoke up, “Yeah, Y/N we’re gonna crash in the guest room if that’s okay.” You tried to stand but of course couldn’t, so Ben offered you his hand. This time you took it and he helped you up. You hugged Annie, “That’s fine. Good night. I love you.” She hugged you back, “I love you too, just be careful.” “It’s gonna be fine Annie, I promise.”

Ben told them both good night and when they left the room he pulled you close to him. His arms wrapped around you in a protective hug and he placed his lips on yours in a soft kiss. “God I missed kissing you.” You smirked, “Me too, Ben.” You yawned and Ben looked at you and smiled, “Looks like my girl needs to go to bed.” “Well, I am growing two very active, supe babies. So I need my rest.” “Then let’s get you to bed.”

You took his hand and the two of you walked towards your bedroom. He closed the door behind him and helped you change. When you removed your shirt Ben’s eyes went wide and instantly filled with lust. Your engorged breasts bulging out of the top of your bra, and your round belly beautiful and on display. “God look at you. So fucking gorgeous, full and round with my babies. Fuck!” He adjusted his pants and it made you giggle. As you turned around you wiggled your ass a little causing him to moan. You laughed and he growled.

You unhooked your bra and let your full breasts free from the confines of the material. You turned back around and Ben saw your large breasts and he bit his lip. “Damn woman. What are you trying to do to me?” You feigned innocence, “What? Do you like what you see, baby?” “Mmm, very much. You are even more beautiful. I swear I didn’t think that was possible, but you are so beautiful, pregnant with my babies, breasts engorged with sustenance for them. I didn’t think I could love you anymore than I already do, but damn, sweetheart.

You blushed at his comment. You had longed for him to say “I love you” and now that he’s said it your heart was so full. You have your Ben, your babies and everything is perfect.

You noticed Ben was standing by the door and not really moving further into the room. “Ben, I promise I won’t bite.” Ben smirked, “I know sweetheart, I’m just admiring the beautiful view in front of me.”

You smiled softly at him and you pulled back the blanket and crawled in bed with nothing but your panties on. You patted the bed beside you, “Are you coming to bed, baby?” Ben looked at you with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” “Yes, Ben. Come to bed.”

Ben removed his shoes and clothes down to his boxers and climbed in beside you. His arm went under you and pulled you close to him. You laid your head on his chest and took a deep breath. You’d missed laying in his arms. He placed a kiss on your head and pulled you closer.

Being in his arms after months apart felt like heaven to you. Ben was running his fingers up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Pregnancy not only had your emotions all over the place, it made you very aroused at times too.

Being this close to Ben, so vulnerable and open started to make you very aroused. You shifted a little and clenched your thighs together. Ben noticed and smirked, “Are you okay there, sweetheart?” “Not really. I um, well, Ben I’m really turned on right now.”

Ben shifted and turned on his side, you noticed he was aroused too. “So what do you want to do about that?” Ben asked with a smile on his face.

“Well, it has been a few months since you’ve touched me. I’m willing to try if you want to.” Ben looked into your y/e/c eyes and nodded, “Yes baby. I’ve missed you. All of you.” You wiggled out of his arms, and removed your panties. Leaving you completely naked and vulnerable, waiting for Ben to touch you like he used to.

“Ben, I’m ready for you, whenever you are.” Ben stood and removed his boxers, his length already rock hard. “Come on baby, slide over to the center of the bed.” You moved over and your body trembled with anticipation. Ben climbed between your legs and slowly pushed them apart.

He kissed up your thighs and his fingers slid between your folds. “Damn baby, you’re soaked. You really are ready for me.” You blushed at how wet you were. Ben inserted a finger inside you and hooked his finger up. You moaned and bucked your hips. You felt like you could cum instantly. You missed his touch and your body instantly responded to him.

“Oh fuck, Ben!” He moved his finger in and out of your dripping core, using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You moved your hips helping him chase your release. Ben inserted another finger and increased his movement. “Oh Ben! I’m gonna cum.” You were so close already to your release. It had been over 7 months since he last touched you and you knew it wouldn’t take long.

Ben leaned down and captured your lips, whispering in your ear, “Cum for me darlin’” and that’s all it took. Your body shook and quivered as you came hard on Ben’s fingers. He kept pumping you, helping you ride out your release. “Damn baby, that didn’t take you long. Seems like you missed me.” You smiled and nodded. “More than you know, Ben.”

Ben leaned up on his knees, “How should we do this? I don’t want to hurt you or the babies.” You smiled softly and your heart swelled. Ben was so nervous and it was amazing to see. “Just be gentle Ben. I’ll tell you if anything hurts.” “The babies can’t see anything can they?” You chuckled, “No, Ben they can’t.”

He nodded and lined himself up with your entrance. He lifted your legs carefully and slowly pushed in. You both gasped at the first thrust. Your hands went to grip Ben’s shoulders and he stopped, “Are you okay?” Concern filling his eyes. “Yes Ben, it’s just been so long.”

Ben set a slow pace, slower than he’d ever done before. Your heart filled with so much love for him, seeing his concern for you and your unborn children. “Ben, you can move faster, I promise I won’t break.” He smirked a little and thrusted a little faster. You wanted him all the way in, but you realized your belly was stopping him.

“Ben, lay on your back, I want to get on top.” Ben’s eyes went wide, “Are you sure?” You nodded yes and he helped you up. Ben laid down on the bed and you straddled his hips, lining his hard member up and you slid down, taking every inch inside.

You gasped and Ben moaned. “Oh fuck! Your pussy feels so good.” Ben’s head leaned back and his eyes closed.

You steadied yourself using his broad chest and started to rock and grind your hips. Ben’s eyes opened, taking in your pregnant body. A smirk filled his lips. “God you’re so fucking beautiful. Riding me, taking control and so full of my babies. Damn woman, you’re driving me wild.” You smiled and your hands went into your hair, showing off your body more.

Ben’s hands ran up your body and to your breasts. He always loved your boobs, but now that you were pregnant and they were more full, Ben couldn’t get enough of them.

Ben lifted his legs up, helping take pressure off your hips. The change of position had you gasping and his eyes rolling back in his head. “Oh fuck!” He growled as you bounced up and down. “Keep going baby, I’m gonna cum.” Ben breathed out.

You began to rock your hips back and forth, and side to side. Ben hissed. He grabbed your hips and thrusted up into you. The two of you are working together to chase Ben’s release. His grip got tighter and his thrusts faster, “Yes Ben! Cum in me!” Ben’s release hit and his hot seed coated your full womb.

As his release subsided, he helped you off of him and back on the bed. Ben stood and walked to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you and himself up. He gently cleaned you and then he cleaned himself, “Are you okay, Y/N.” He asked as he climbed back in the bed.

You smiled softly, “I’m perfect, I have all my boys right here with me. Ben, I missed your touch. You felt amazing.” Ben pulled you into his arms, “You were too, darlin’.” Laying on his chest, you heard the steady beat of his heart as you both drifted off to sleep.

*Time Jump 2 Months*

“Ben, do you know where my fuzzy slippers are? My feet are always cold and I want to make sure they are in my bag for the hospital.” Ben walked into your shared bedroom and found them under the bed. He smiled as he handed them to you, “The boys were blocking your view, weren’t they?” He rubbed your belly and you smiled.

You were 9 months pregnant and ready to pop. The doctors were in shock you were able to carry twins for the whole 9 months. Most women usually deliver early. They think it has something to do with you and them being supes.

You and Ben moved in together after reconciling and eventually Annie forgave him. Ben had been by your side since then, going to every appointment, helping with every ache and craving. His least favorite was the mood swings. Ben would have to walk away when you’d get “pissy” as he put it.

A few weeks ago he surprised you with buying the cribs and stroller you really wanted. You loved them, but thought they were too expensive so you were willing to settle for a cheaper option. Ben secretly bought them and you cried all day after they were delivered.

Annie had special onesies made for the twins, they looked just like Ben’s suit. It was her way of apologizing. Ben adored the outfits even if he didn’t show it. You had caught him in the nursery one night looking at them with tears in his eyes.

Today was your last appointment with the doctor before your due date. The appointment today was to check the position of the boys and determine how your delivery would go. Ben held your hand walking into the appointment. Even though he wasn’t wearing his suit, everyone knew who he was. A few women fawned over him and of course he loved the attention. You tried to push the jealousy down, but being very pregnant and feeling very unattractive didn’t help.

He was polite, signed some autographs and posed for pictures.

Your heart panged with jealousy and hurt. He was supposed to be here for you and with you. Not letting other women fawn over him. You met his eyes and he saw the hurt. “Alright ladies, that’s enough. I need to get back to my wife and our babies.” You shot your eyes up when he called you his wife. The women started whispering “I didn’t know he was married.” “She’s having his baby? What makes her so special?” They looked at you and you smiled politely and placed a hand on your belly.

Ben sat next to you, “I’m sorry, baby.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips and touched your belly. The boys started kicking wildly. One of them kicked you so hard in the rib it took your breath away. Ben saw the pain on your face, leaned down and sternly said “Boys, that’s enough. You settle down there. Don’t hurt your mama.” It was like magic, the boys settled and you could breathe a little easier.

The nurse came and called your name. Ben helped you up and she escorted you to the exam room.

Ben helped you on the table. “If you could take everything off, put on this gown with it open in the back. The doctor will be right in.”

Ben helped you change, although he kept messing with your naked body. He had you giggling and blushing as his fingers brushed against your breasts and when he helped you remove your pants and panties he “accidentally” touched your clit.

You were sitting on the table waiting for the doctor when a strange sensation shot through your body. Ben was on his feet by your side, “What’s wrong?” He asked with concern in his eyes. “I don’t know. Something feels weird. Almost like I feel the baby about to fall out.”

Ben stood and moved to the end of the exam table and looked between your legs. You couldn’t see him well, but you felt his panic. “Ben, what’s wrong?!” He said nothing, but you could feel his hand between your legs.

“I’m gonna get the doctor,” he said as he grabbed the door.

Ben opened the door and yelled “I need a doctor in here, NOW!” Tears pricked your eyes because of the panic coming from him and how scared both of you felt. “Ben, please tell me what’s wrong. Are the babies okay?”

Ben came to the head of the table and placed his hand on your head, “Yes, they are okay. Everything will be okay.”

The doctor came running in and looked between your legs and shouted for the nurse to grab a labor tray. Your eyes went wide. “Okay Ms Y/L/N, it seems these little guys want to make their grand entrance now. I already see one head. Give us a minute and you can start pushing.”

You looked at Ben and he looked scared. “Hey, doc, shouldn’t we get her to the hospital?” He asked. “There isn’t enough time. We will transport her and the babies afterwards.” Ben started pacing and you could see his chest start to glow.

You grabbed his hand, “Ben, look at me. I need you to calm down. If you blow you could hurt or kill so many people. We are in good hands. I need you now, our boys need you.” He leaned down and kissed your lips.

When he stood up, he took a deep breath and the glow started to fade away.

The doctor looked at you and told you to give her a little push. You got in position and pushed. Without much effort or warning baby 1 was delivered. His healthy cry filled the room. You cried, Ben cut the cord and they placed him on your chest. “Hello sweet boy, I’m your mama.” You kissed his head and his hand wrapped around your finger. Ben kissed your head and then the baby.

As the next contraction started the doctor felt for the other baby. He was in position and ready.

They took the first baby and placed him in a bassinet while you got ready to push. Ben held your hand as you got ready to deliver your second son. “Okay, mama. He’s ready when you are. Give me a little push.” You pushed until the doctor told you to stop.

Ben peeked and saw the top of the babies’ head. “Alright, I see the head, give me a big push on the next contraction.” You pushed and about the count of 7 she told you to stop. Ben looked at the doctor and nurse who had a concerned look on their faces. “Okay dad, we’re gonna have to cut this little guy's cord.” “Why, what’s wrong,” you asked. “Ben, what’s wrong with the baby?” Ben watched the doctor in silence.

The doctor told you to lay back and relax for a minute. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on?!” You practically yelled. You felt the doctor tugging and then the baby came out. The room was filled with an eerie silence. You looked at Ben and could feel the panic coming from him. “Ben, what’s wrong?” He didn’t answer. “Ben! BENJAMIN!” He whipped his head towards you and you saw the fear in his eyes.

“What’s wrong with the baby? Someone please tell me. Why isn’t he crying?!” Tears filled your eyes. Ben kissed your forehead, “Shh, it’s okay baby.” “Oh, Ben, what’s wrong with him?” You looked over and saw the doctor performing CPR on the baby. You tried to sit up, but Ben and the nurse kept you down.

You felt the anxiety and tension in the room fill your body like a flood. Tears fell from your eyes as you begged and pleaded for the baby to be okay and cry. Ben was crying and holding you. Just as everything seemed hopeless, your son let out a little whimper.

Relief washed over you and everyone in the room. The doctor placed him on your chest, and his green eyes looked up at you.

“You gave us quite the scare, little one. Don’t ever do that again.” You smiled and kissed his head. “What happened to him?” Ben asked the doctor. “His cord was wrapped around his neck, and when he was being delivered it began to tighten and caused him to stop breathing.”

The nurse brought the other twin over and placed both in your arms. Ben took out his phone and took a picture of you. “Ben, don’t. I look horrible.” “You do not, you’re absolutely beautiful, and you’re holding our boys.” He kissed your lips. “God I love you so much.”

“Okay, Ms. Y/L/N, we need to transport you and the babies to the hospital.” You nodded. “Ben, can you call Annie and tell her what’s going on? Go home and grab my bag and their stuff, please.” He nodded and kissed you. “I’ll call her now and head home. I’ll see you three at the hospital soon.”

Ben left as the ambulance pulled off taking you and the boys to the hospital. When you arrived at the hospital, you were checked and the boys were taken to the nursery for their tests and to get cleaned up.

As you waited for the twins and Ben to come back you’d fallen asleep. Waking up you saw Ben holding one of the twins, while the other was being held by Annie. She walked over to you smiling, “Look what you did, Y/N. Look at these two beautiful boys.” She kissed the top of your head. “Hey, I had something to do with them too.” Ben laughed. Annie laughed.

“So, Y/N, what are their names?” Annie asked. You looked at Ben, “Well twin 1 is Benjamin Lee, and twin 2 is Brenden Luke.” She smiled, “I love their names, and I love them already.”

A few hours later, after the visitors had stopped coming, you and Ben settled in enjoying it being just the four of you. You were nursing Benjamin as Ben held Brenden, and he looked over at you and smiled. “Look what we did, baby. Look what our love created.” You smiled softly at him, “Yeah, they are perfect in every way, ten fingers, ten toes, beautiful green eyes, and all ours.” He kissed your lips, “Yeah, all ours.”

“I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Benji” The four of you sat in silence. You looked at your little family, and your heart swelled. For the first time in a very long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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bohemianblasphemy · 4 months ago

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hii did you know that season 2 episode 6? where hughie got hurt but instead reader got hurt. i want to see maybe angst :3

Right Here Waiting.

i’m so sorry this took so long to do 😭 i hope it’s okay✨

contains: butcher x reader, based around season 2 ep. 6, canon gore/violence, reader is basically getting hurt the same as hughie did, angst, some fluff at the end.

the air seemed to stand still as the van flipped, the multiple screams of Butcher, Annie and Hughie as they realised that you were still in there.

the escaped patient that had caused the shockwave pleaded for forgiveness; “please! please! i-it was an accident-“ butcher didn’t hesitate, putting a bullet between the man’s eyes. all he could think was of you, having been thrown around within the metallic walls.

the vehicle stopped rolling as you tried to focus on where you were, but all that was present was physical pain as you lay sprawled in the back of the van. the large doors in the back flung open as butcher desperately needed to get to you, grabbing you gently from the floor of the vehicle.

the bright sun burnt your eyes as Billy got you on your feet. “sweetheart, are you alright?” “y-yeah�� i’m…” he scanned your body for injuries, before his eyes fell onto the gaping wound in your side before you fell to the ground, slowly going in and out of consciousness from the shock and blood loss. your ears rang and your eyes went crossed seeing multiple of the three of them, not able to decipher what was happening around you.

Annie and Hughie rushed to your side, butcher stood in shock, seeing you laying on the grass.

“they need a hospital. now. they’ll bleed out and die if we don’t get them there.” Hughie held pressure to the wound, trying to stop the blood flow.

Butcher couldn’t speak, only stare at the sight of you.

“butcher!” annie snapped, urging him to get out of his head and help you up, herself and hughie holding you on either side on your shoulders. “can you get the van started?”

Billy ran he hand through his hair as he walked to the front of the van, finding the key had snapped in two when it rolled. “shit, we can’t go, not in the van. FUCK!” he screamed out, kicking the side of the van before returning to your side. he studied your face,

“can you hear me?? fuck please… say something lovey.” he held your jaw in his hand, his other hand brushing along your cheek as hughie and Annie still held you up by the shoulders. the panic set in him when all you could muster was a strangled groan.

“we’ve gotta go by foot, we can’t do much here.” he turned on his heel, walking in the direction of the nearest road. “do we call an ambulance?” Hughie suggested “and have ‘em question why we were outside Sage Grove? no fuckin’ way.” he tried to remain composed but that was slowly slipping away.

“but the nearest hospital is 40 minutes away- they will die before we can get halfway there.” Annie yelled as her and Hughie walked with you draped around their shoulders, slumped over with your feet dragging along the ground.

“we ain’t got much of a choice now do we?” he snapped back, eyes never leaving your limp body. “we’ve gotta flag down some wanker in their car, carjack ‘em and get ‘em to the hospital.”

“butcher no, if we pull someone over and they recognise me im fucke-“ “this ain’t about your fuckin’ reputation with those Vought cunts, this is about savin’ their life. god fucking dammit if i lose them…” he couldn’t finish his sentence without his voice cracking, his vulnerability seeping through.

he shook his head, getting his vulnerable state in check and walked over to hughie and annie, taking over carrying you towards the dirt road at the edge of the hospital. he couldn’t help but feel his heart break as the sight of you, eyes barely staying open.

the minutes of walking along that road waiting for someone to drive by seemed like hours for the small group, especially for butcher. he kept replaying any and all thoughts of you in his head- thinking of how your eyes crinkled as you smiled, your scent, the late night talks with him- he wouldn’t know what to do without you.

eventually, the sound of rubber tyres came within earshot- hughie jumping into action and flagging down the vehicle. “sir please… we need to use your vehicle, o-our friend is hurt and need to get to the hospital now.”

the man in the car was sceptical, eyeing off hughie, annie, butcher and yourself. he saw the state of you, eyes widening at the blood stained sight. “what happened?” he questioned hughie.

“i-i can’t tell you- but they just need to get to hospital... please.” he practically begged him, but the man wouldn’t budge- .

“oi!” butcher yelled to him. “if you don’t get your sorry ass outta that car you’re gonna regret it.”

Hughie turned to Billy telling him to back down, making the driver aggravated. Annie watched as he step out of the car, pointed a revolver at them that was hidden in the side compartment in the drivers seat door.

“all of you, back the fuck up or you will eat lead.” the drivers shaky hand aimed toward hughie, the sound of the safety being turned off triggered Annie to project a forceful beam of light from her, sending him flying through the air- landing with a loud thud and crackled gurgling from his throat.

no hesitation was needed as you they piled into the car, carefully laying you in the back with butcher holding you and applying pressure to your gaping wounds. “hold on lovey, we’re on our way… you’ll be right yeah?” he whispered in your ear as you sway in and out of responsiveness.

Hughies foot hit the pedal and the tires squealed off into the distance as time was ticking, your life on the line.

“i can’t let ya die, not now….” butchers breath hitched as he stroked your hair, holding you as close as humanly possible. Annie and Hughie exchanged concerned looks, worried not only about you, but also for butchers state. if he was to lose you… god only knew what would happen.

Billy had sentiments for you that were obvious to both of them; in fact, he was so enamoured of you that he wouldn't think about anything else. Although the grouchy londoner was unaware of it, they also knew that you had it bad for him.

the journey seemed to go on for eternity, but on the horizon the looming white building came into view. billy sighed in relief, letting a breath out that he didn’t realise he was holding.

As hughie pulled up to the emergency doors, butcher didn’t hesitate in opening the car door and pulling you out as gentle as possible, carrying you in his arms as he walked through the giant doors.

“HELP! they need to be seen immediately! they’re bleedin’ out.” butcher cried out desperate to grab the attention of staff, who bounced into action- calling for a trolley to travel you along the winding corridors towards the surgery room.

He tried to go beyond the doors but was stopped by a personnel. “sir, you can’t go through. you’ll have to wait-“

“but they need me-”

“sir. you’ll have to wait in the waiting room, we will let you know as soon as they are finished in surgery you will be called.” he huffed, walking away from them.

Hours passed and there was no news to be heard. The bright fluorescent lights of the waiting room flickered as Butcher paced back and forth, Annie and Hughie watching him alertly.

“Butcher…” Hughie whispered. “the doctors are doing everything they can, please sit- you have to breathe-“

“breathe?” Butcher turned his head to him. “fuck that. i ain’t breathin’ until i know they’re safe.” he sucked in a breath, his mind taking him back to seeing you fall the the ground in your blood stained clothes.

“we will hear from the doctors soon, just trust they they will pull through this.” Annie remarked, Butcher stayed silent. His vulnerability seeped through the tough facade that he always had, twisting in him like a dagger.

After what seemed like more than eternity a doctor emerged from the surgery doors. Butcher’s head jerked up as the doctor walked toward him. the doctors expression serious as he addressed the three of them. “they are out of surgery now. they had lost a lot of blood, but they are stable. they got lucky, if they got here 20 minutes after they did, they wouldn’t have made it…”

Butchers heart sank, Annie and Hughie breathed a sigh of relief for their friend. “can we see ‘em?” Butcher enquired, which was received with a nod. “you can, they just aren’t awake at the moment, but you can go sit in their room.”

Butcher took no time to walk through the corridors to your room, the other two following in unison. As butcher entered the room, the sound of medical instruments monitoring your every bodily function and the smell of antiseptic chemicals overstimulated his senses. his heart skips a beat as his eyes avert over to your resting body- fragile and sickly from the blood loss.

Annie and Hughie hung back, your appearance shocking them to the core and to give Butcher space to process what’s happened to you.

Sitting in the chair next to your bed, he looks at the various bandages that adorned you, watching your chest as it rose and fell with your short winded breaths. his heart ached as he pushed a strand of hair from your face, seeing you vulnerable like this.

The sun started to peak on the horizon as more hours went by, an orange glow seeped through the glossy windows of your hospital room. Butcher had fallen asleep in the chair, Annie and Hughie had gone to grab snacks and drinks for themselves.

You began to stir, the light blinding you slightly as you came to. the overwhelming sounds and smells invaded your senses as you woke up slowly with a groan. Butcher awoke as he heard your groan, his heart fluttering as your eyes opened and scanned your surroundings before they landed on him.

“Billy?” you said weakly, your tired eyes fixed onto him. “i’m here love…” he whispered. his voice croaked with relief, fighting back the lump that formed in the back of his throat. “i almost lost ya…”

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you realised how close you were to losing everything, him slipping through your fingers.

“I-I was so scared.” his heart sank once more, hearing your confession. Billy took your hand gently, running his thumb across your tender knuckles. “ you’re safe now… the doctors did their job.”

He paused for a moment. “i’m not gonna let anything happen to ya… never again, you mean too much to me. you won’t ever be scared again.”

“Billy I-“

“shhh… you gotta rest love.” he squeezed your hand tenderly, bringing his lips to your knuckles and kissing them, smiling softly as you looked at him.

“i’m gonna be right by your side yeah? no matter what, you’ll be safe… safe with me.” in that moment, you smiled weakly at him- seeing that spark of love in his eyes that you mirrored for him.

#billy butcher #the boys #amazon the boys #billy butcher brainrot go brr #billy butcher x reader #karl urban #the boys tv #billy butcher imagine #the boys x you #the boys x reader #the boys x y/n #the boys fanfic

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livlaughloveluke · 1 year ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧- 𝐣.𝐜

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get jealous of jacks cast mate, when in reality you have nothing to worry about

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader is kinda self conscious? a little angst turned to fluff :)

based off this request: Reader thinks jack likes one of his other coworkers (or him and r could be childhood friends) but he acc likes her idk from @wonderstruck4llthew4yhome

𝐚/𝐧: hope you enjoy!! jack is SUCH a loverboy

jacks radiant laugh echoed from your computer screen, which made you pause the video and start sulking.

you were currently watching an interview over his new romance movie, and god did it make you feel envious.

while his heavenly giggle usually made you grin from ear to ear, this time it made you frown, and you could feel tears forming in your eyes.

you were upset because he was laughing at his cast mate, annie. annie played his love interest in the movie, and you could tell she liked him. and judging by the way he was looking at her in the video, you thought he liked her back.

she was gorgeous, and talented, and really funny too. everything you thought you weren’t.

and the real gut punch is you have no right to be jealous. jack and you weren’t dating, but were only childhood friends. you told eachother everything, and spent countless of hours hanging out.

although, there was one thing you didn’t mention to him. you were helplessly in love with him. your crush developed when you were 13, and it never stopped growing.

you felt like your heart had been stomped on and crumpled up after watching the interview.

it made you feel worse when you realized you were being to much of a “jealous girlfriend” to someone you weren’t even dating.

tears couldn’t help but fall as you scrolled through the comments.

user37638- jack and annie DEFINITELY have something going on 👀

jackslover- wait are him and the blond girl dating?!??

anniesfan4lifeeee- jack and annie would lowkey make such a cute couple omg?!?

you started to feel worse as you realized that maybe he was happy. maybe he did really like her, and you needed to support him. ruining fourteen years of friendship over some stupid feelings is crazy. right?

that was until you hear the front door to your apartment opening. oh shit. jack was supposed to come over at 12! why is he here so early?!?

you checked the time, only to find out that you had spent the whole day sobbing in your, now very messy, bed. you didn’t have time to react before jack was entering your room.

he immediately noticed your tears and went up to you. you stood up out of bed, still wearing your pajamas. well the oversized shirt you had on was his, but whatever.

jack brought you in to a warm embrace, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. after some time, he let go to face you.

he used his thumb to wipe off your tears, looking at you with a concerned expression.

“y/n what happened? you know i hate seeing you like this. do i need to fight someone for you?” jack asks, trying lightening the mood a little.

you smiled, and he took that as his own personal victory.

“its nothing jack. anyways, how was filming in greece?” you say, trying your best to plaster on a happy face and skip over the topic. it didn’t work. god dammit jack, why are you so caring?!?

“it’s not nothing. y/n tell me, please.” jack looks at you with those adorable brown eyes and you know you have to tell him. even if you don’t want to, its best for jack to know.

“if i tell you this, you have to pinky promise this wont ruin anything.” you say, sticking your finger out. he locks pinkies with you, and you both kiss your thumb, signifying that the promise will be kept. jack then waits patiently for you to continue.

“i like you. more than a friendly way. I’ve felt this way since we were thirteen. if you dont like me back, that fine i guess! or if you like annie I totally understand and i think you would make a cute couple-“

jack cuts you off quickly after hearing the last sentence.

“i dont want annie. i want you.”

you look up at him shocked, your mouth slightly open. you notice him looking at your lips, and you get the hint. you close the gap, and place your plump lips on his.

its was like your lips were puzzle pieces, because of how perfectly they fit together. all of your envy washed away at the heavenly sensation.

you both pulled away from the passionate kiss, your lips coated in a mixture of you and jacks spit. you make eye contact with him, and smile. you could finally call him yours.

#jack champion #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry angst #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #jack champion x actress! reader #liv’s writing !

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perkynurples · 2 months ago

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writing bagginshield again is like

they really ARE the template huh

#even if it will take them a couple more chapters to meet #I love getting old otp brainrot #feels like coming home fr #dammit annie

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distortedclouds · 2 years ago

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anything for her

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt #meme #annie #do it for her dammit!!

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mistyjessart · 9 months ago

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BBC Ghosts Bird AU

@m1nts and I cooked so have a bird AU

In this AU Alison is an ornithologist who moves with Mike into Button House and notices a really strange combination of birds that live by the lake so she decides to study them

Mike is your average person who just knows that birds are birds and that's about it and Alison has to constantly stop him from feeding them bread

The Captain is a pigeon (because messenger pigeons were used in the war), but since pigeons don't live that long he's a trained race pigeon that got left behind when the old owner moved (because this is his home dammit)

Also they look like they have mustaches

Havers is a Great Reed Warbler that migrates to Africa every winter

Pigeon Cap gets visibly depressed when his warbler bf is gone

Kitty is a Skylark who kinda just started following Cap around one day and does little head bops at the other birds to get them to dance with her

Robin is a tawny owl because moon and hunting, it's also very silly to see a big owl interact with all the little birds, especially Kitty

Mary and Annie are northern cardinal gfs (yes because the feathers look like fire)

Fanny is a duck and she has an absolute blast swimming around the pond and aggressively quacking at all the other birds for funsies

Pat's a dunnock cuz they're garden birds common to Yorkshire

Julian is a European Shag because YES that IS a real bird

Thomas is a nightingale whose mate got stolen by his cousin

After Allison and Mike move in, he warms up to her and sits on her shoulder singing all day, which confuses them both, especially when the tiny little nightingale tries to attack Mike, but hey, she's the bird whisperer now I guess

Humphrey is a chicken because they can survive with their head chopped off

The plague ghosts are a murder of crows that come by to visit (and steal the bird seed Allison puts out) every now and then

bird photos for reference under the cut:

#i just think the ghosts being a dysfunctional bird family is so silly #also the chicken photo framed itself PERFECTLY #bbc ghosts #ghosts bird au #allison cooper #mike cooper #bbc ghosts the captain #bbc ghosts havers #kitty higham #robin the caveman #mary bbc ghosts #annie bbc ghosts #lady button #pat butcher #julian fawcett #thomas thorne #humphrey bone

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casualaruanienjoyer · 2 months ago

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Hi all!! Guess what?? I'm back with Part 3 of the Cadet Aruani mini series I've been working on! I have no idea if this is a new chapter or what because I've never written a follow up for a fic before but we're improvising, I guess!? Read Flowers and Weapon for part 1 and part 2! Also thank you for your incredible support on this series! Now on AO3 too!

Dance

Well.

This is certainly not how Armin imagined his evening would play out.

The plan was to attend the party, do a bit of chatting, dance briefly, stay away from any dubious liquids and then carry home whoever had a bit too much to drink. Usually Jean.

The plan is easy. Clear. Perfect to a tee. It works every single time.

But now he’s holding Annie’s hand as they climb up the stairs to leave the canteen. This wasn’t part of his carefully constructed itinerary. How exactly did it come to this?

"I can teach you, i-if you want?"

Ah yeah, of course.

In a sudden burst of confidence, he offered to teach Annie how to dance. But really, it wasn’t supposed to be a serious question. He’s very much not a good dancer, let alone a good teacher. Armin was just improvising, something he’s been doing a lot of recently. And now…it finally came back to bite him.

He didn’t expect her to say yes. And he certainly did not expect her to say…

"My room is empty. We can do it there."

Dizzy. Her words seized his mind and now he’s feeling dizzy. He’s almost sure that all his blood had gone to his ears because they were definitely aflame.

Armin… going with Annie… to her room…to dance? The same Annie that’s been helping him train overtime, the person he was always delighted to share his reading time with. The one he admired the most for her strength…and the same one he embarrassed in front of all her roommates not that long ago…

Armin Arlert is an idiot.

They haven’t spoken in a week and this is how they reunite? It came as somewhat of a surprise that she was even talking to him to begin with! This most likely meant she wasn’t angry with him at least, right? Right!?

Though more importantly, how would Armin even go about teaching her to dance? Would he demonstrate first and then let Annie follow? But what if he makes a fool of himself instead, or what if he’s a terrible teacher and she kicks him out? Or worse!? And what about the music!?

Lost in thought, he doesn’t notice rain pouring down his cheeks or the cold breeze outside. How long have they been running for?

"You ok?" Annie’s stern voice breaks his chain of thoughts.

"Huh?"

They’ve made it to the porch leading inside the girls’ cabin, both soaking wet. Annie’s shaking off some water that seeped into her clothes, heavy drops rolling down her hair and onto her white hoodie.

"Yeah, I’m alright." Armin’s cardigan feels damp and heavy, so he peels it off and folds it over his arm. The rain seems to have cooled his face down at least. Thankfully.

From where they’re standing the buzz of the canteen is very much still audible. Lights pour out of the few windows ornating the building, contouring the various other military cabins around. As the sun finally disappears in the distance, Armin wonders if moments like this could go on forever.

"Follow me." Annie pushes through the doors, heading down the hallway to where Armin assumed her room would be. Well, based on where her window sill was-

Dammit, his face’s heating up again. This is already going absolutely stellar! Not only did he embarrass Annie in front of all her roommates, but now he sounds like a downright stalker!

"Are you coming or what?" He takes one last look at the outside world before scuttling down the hallway. There’s no going back now.

He turns to step into her room, but before he can say anything something comes flying his way, smacking him right in the chest.

"Huh?" he looks down at the clean hoodie in his arms, confused.

"You’ll catch a cold in that" she points at his drenched shirt. "You should change." Annie then turns around, fingers hooking under the hem of her own top.

"Oh, um. I can use one of Mikasa’s shir-…!!" Armin’s eyes slam shut and he turns around faster than a bullet. Annie’s changing… right in front of him!?

He can hear rustling and the soft thud of her damp hoodie hitting the floor. Armin can also hear the sound of his own blood pumping his heart like crazy. What has he gotten himself into?

"You sure you’re fine with that?" her words persuade him to turn back around. And when he does, his knees weaken. Annie’s hair hangs loosely around her neck, still soaking wet. She’s discarded her hoodie in favour of a simple black tank top that shows off more than Armin could ever process: the defined lines of her biceps, her broad shoulders and the softness of her-

"I can give you something else?" her eyes fall on the garment in his arms and Armin breathes for the first time in what feels like a thousand years.

"No, no, this is fine, I’ll be right back." And with that he steps back into the hallway to get changed. His fingers clumsily undo the buttons of his shirt while his mind counts to 100 in an effort to relax his body.

This always calms him down…so then why is it suddenly impossible for him to simply erase the image of the soft skin of her lower back from his mind?

Armin Arlert is not a pervert.

The moment he slides the clean hoodie on, pleasant warmth surrounds his body. Huh…Annie’s hoodies are just as comfortable as he imagined them to be. It just so happens to be a perfect fit on his body too.

"Thank you for this" he returns a minute later, finally taking a moment to analyse the inside of the girl's bedroom. It looks pretty much like the boy’s dorm room, same creaky bunk beds and old furniture, except it certainly smells a lot nicer. There are clothes scattered around, mixed in with books and other personal belongings. He recognises Mikasa’s bed, where a few of her cardigans rest neatly in a stacked pile. A sweet floral scent invades Armin’s lungs and he notices a vase on a small table under an opened window. Forget-me-nots, among other flowers that he gifted Annie last week. They’re still somewhat in bloom and the water looks fresh. Does that mean…Annie’s been taking care of them?

His heart skips a beat.

"So…" she says, earning his attention. Annie’s arms rest awkwardly at her sides as if she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. It’s interesting, Armin thinks, to see her confidence falter like this.

"Right, yeah. Dancing! So…um" he begins, taking a step closer. "How much experience do you have?" But her somewhat annoyed expression is enough for him to understand that the answer is -none-.

"How did you learn?" she asks.

A simple question, really, but it somehow drowns Armin in a sea of memories he thought he’d forgotten. Vague visions of his grandpa playing the lute flood his mind. Images of him, Mikasa and Eren dancing while Mrs.Yeager joined in with the flute. The bliss of holding hands with his loved ones. Bittersweet memories from a past far gone. There’s no more grandpa and no more Mrs.Yeager, but the joy of music persists in Armin’s memory. He feels it every time the cadets throw one of their rowdy parties.

Armin isn’t a great dancer.

But he never wanted to be great. He just wanted to enjoy the moment.

So when he takes Annie’s hand in his, he flashes her a smile so warm that it sets the whole room on fire.

"I’ll show you." He whispers in a soft voice that surfaces a beautiful colour on Annie’s cheeks. "First, you want to put your hand here" he gestures towards his shoulder, and her palm cautiously hovers over it.

"Don’t worry, I don’t mind your touch." He follows, unintentionally, or maybe a little bit intentionally choosing words that would make her eyes widen. "I-I didn’t mean it like th-!"

"It’s -fine-. What next…?" She cuts him off. Is her voice shaking… ever so slightly? This is a side of Annie that he’s not seen before. How much would she soften… if he kept going? He curses himself for being so god damn curious about her. It’s this blasted curiosity that led him into this mess to begin with!

"Depending on the type, we can go faster or slower." Oh, now she’s really red! A small mischievous grin plays on Armin’s lips.

Armin Arlert certainly isn’t a tease.

"Slow, I think. And wipe that smirk off your face." She mutters, avoiding his gaze. Annie’s fingers curl into the fabric of his, well, -her- hoodie and she steps closer. Armin hopes that the faint music coming from outside is enough to cover the loud beats in his chest.

"Then my hand goes… here." But his fingers don’t dare touch Annie’s waist. Especially not when he knows just how easily she could flip him over if she wanted to.

"I… don’t mind it… either." Her voice is so low that he almost misses what she says. So, to solidify her request, Annie presses his palm to her side, albeit not very gently.

"Oh right." he chuckles awkwardly, trying not to think about the firmness of her waist against his fingers. "Now, your other hand in mine. Like… this."

Without thinking, he pulls her closer, fingers carefully intertwining while he tries to avoid sliding off her ring. What could be the story behind it, exactly? But when his gaze returns to Annie, he finds her staring at the floor between them, unmoving. Worry flushes over him.

"Are you ok?" Armin asks cautiously. He fears he’s already stepped over several of Annie’s boundaries in the span of a week. "We can stop, if you want."

"No." is the only thing she says.

She’s so flustered that Armin can’t help but wonder if she’s simply embarrassed to try something new, or if there’s more to it? He has no right to question her, however. His actions have been nothing but confusing. Not only to her, but to himself as well.

Armin Arlert isn’t thinking straight.

And Annie rests so stiffly in his arms it almost feels like he’s holding a statue. So before she completely turns to stone, he begins to move. Slowly, from side to side, one step at a time

"Wait, what’s next!?" she asks somewhat frantically. Her feet awkwardly follow him in an attempt to hold herself up.

"Just follow me. And don’t think too m- Ouch!" She steps on his foot with a bit more strength than he expected.

"Shit. I’m sorry!" She tries to pull back but Armin keeps her in place, continuing as if nothing happened.

"After all our training together, you think I can’t handle a bit of pain? I feel hurt, Annie" He grins, lightly stepping on her own foot in retaliation. She flashes him what was supposed to be a threatening look, but with the situation they’re in she comes across as more of an angry kitten. Armin laughs.

They don’t say anything for a while. Annie seems focused on controlling her body, eyes darting between her legs and her surroundings, making sure she doesn’t take a wrong step. Armin takes in her every expression, amused. Just how many more sides to Annie are there?

After a while she seems to get the basics of their dance and her movements become a little more assured. "It’s not that hard, after all."

"Maybe you’ll even grow to like it one day!"

"Not likely." She replies sternly, although Armin could swear a smile was tugging at her lips.

And then, there’s silence. The music from outside seems to have faded slightly, leading Armin to believe the cadets must’ve tried to tone down their volume.

"I think I’m done now." she mutters. A signal for him to stop, perhaps? So when he ceases their movements, why doesn’t she pull away?

"Annie?" He asks, not quite sure why she’s seemingly frozen in place. Her gaze meets his for the first time since they started dancing and she looks... puzzled?

"Why?"

"W-why what?" he asks, sheepishly.

"Why did you get me flowers?"

Oh.

Armin Arlert is in big trouble.

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magicalqueennightmare · 2 years ago

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Not Exactly Babysitting

Warnings: its the boys so I mean cursing, vulgar language, sex, violence

Reader has a nickname/supe name of Blaze due to her power being pyrokinesis

Butcher calls you for a favor.

NSFW content

"Luv, I need a favor and it's a big un" why did you answer the call? Why when the moment you saw Butcher's name you didn't stomp on the damn phone and act like you'd fallen off the face of the earth? Because you were a supe,your mother having decided to let her newborn be shot up with compound v as part of an experiment. Anything for a check.

Butcher would've heard if a supe was found dead, especially if it was one with pyrokinesis. He tended to keep a check on you. Or well he got MM and Frenchie to keep a check on you. "What is it now Billy?" He was the only person you knew who would be thrown off more by you calling him by his first name then his last. "I just need you to keep an eye on someone for me. I wouldn't call if it wasn't important. This can help us take down that cunt homelander once and for all"

Fuck he knew that was one way to get you on board with any dumbass plan he'd cooked up. You wanted Homelander's head on a pike as much as he did but you weren't strong enough to take him on. "God dammit Butch" you mumbled and could practically hear the grin in his voice when he said "attagirl. I'll text you the address. Get here soon"

You hung up the phone hearing your text alerts ding. You weren't surprised to see the address was some two bit hotel. How the hell had you ever gotten dragged into Butcher?

As you drove you remembered the first time you laid eyes on William Butcher. It was about three years after his wife had been killed or assumed killed as you later learned. You'd just gotten cleared from a supe medical center.

You'd been approached about the seven and turned it down. Homelander hadn't been appreciative of that. Even with your healing and strength he'd nearly killed you. Vought had deemed it an accident of course and threatened to not "intervene on your behalf with the law" considering You'd destroyed half a city block with fire during the attack.

When Butcher approached you he offered one thing, revenge on every damn supe who saw themselves as above the law, as something more than just people who'd been shot up with drugs.

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Somewhere along the line you'd fallen in bed with him more than once. The first time you were both drunk off your asses, celebrating taking down a rogue supe. The things that damn man could do with his tongue would curl your fucking toes.

After that he'd sworn it was a one time thing. Until the next time the two of you were alone, within five minutes of Frenchie leaving the safe house Billy's fingers had been buried inside of you pushing you over that edge and praising you for how gorgeous you were and how tight your cunt was. Needless to say MM hadn't spoken a word to either of you for the following week when he walked in to you bouncing on Butcher's cock.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts, loosening your grip on the steering wheel enough to realize it had small scorch marks on it. Thankfully you'd paid for full coverage when you rented it. You checked your phone to see you weren't but half an hour out. There was no guessing just what awaited you.

You rolled up and cursed the moment you saw Butcher with Hughie in tow. If it was just the two of them? It was an enormously stupid idea but you were already here now, might as well see what it was right?

You slowly climbed out the car glaring at Butcher as you said "Hey Hughie. How's Annie?" He seemed a bit uncomfortable but still replied "She's um she's good" you knew something was up but took him at his word before turning your attention to Butcher "So I'm here. What's the job?" He grinned "Blaze, looking gorgeous as always" you rolled your eyes so he motioned to the stairs behind him "Follow me luv"

You took a deep breath then fell in step next to him "Where's Frenchie and MM?" "Slight difference of opinion but they'll get over it when we take down Homelander" you had a bad feeling that only worsened when he opened the door leading into room two twenty three.

Sitting on the bed was none other than the original supe, the one everyone had long assumed dead. Soldier Boy. You cut your eyes at Butcher "You mother fucker. What did you do?"

You could feel Soldier Boy's eyes on you but didn't look in his direction. You'd heard plenty about him and had seen all the propaganda they'd done with him back in the day. What didn't add up was how was he still so damn young, why was he working with Butcher and where had he been to make Vought announce to the world that he'd been killed?

"You remember Frenchie texting you about Russia?" Yeah you'd been on the west coast and couldn't get back to help in enough time. "Yeah but I thought it was a botched thing considering he also texted me that Kimiko was healing from it"

Butcher waved a hand towards Soldier Boy who'd stood off the bed, staring at you as he asked "Who's this?" You turned to face the man and had to admit he was fucking gorgeous. You'd seen photos and videos but damn they didn't do him justice. He was about Butcher's height, broad shoulders with emerald green eyes and a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose spreading over the top of his cheeks.A smirk snuck onto his face when he realized he had your attention "What's it to you?" You quickly snapped at him trying to hide your initial attraction.

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He wasn't a good guy. You knew he wasn't a good guy. "Oh she's feisty. Damn Butcher why did you hide her this long?" Butcher reached out and grabbed your wrist that was closest to him and it was only then you noticed the flames dancing between your fingertips "Oui sweetheart, since when are your powers so touchy?"

Hughie and Soldier Boy alike were looking at your hand. "Y/N, you good?" Hughie asked and you cut your eyes at him "I'm fine" you flexed your fingers effectively extinguishing the flames before asking Butcher again "What's the damn job?" "Me and Hughie have to run down some leads. Soldier Boy here can't be left alone that long. Too many gunning for him and he ain't exactly used to life the way it is nowadays" "Plus he's um radioactive" Hughie added nervously.

You glared at Butcher shaking your head slowly "Fuck you. I'm not babysitting a supe that's old enough to be my father if not my grandfather and ten times as powerful as me who happens to also be fucking radioactive!" You made it to the door and was about to storm when Butcher said "He can burn the compound v out of Homelander."

You turned back to face him looking towards Soldier Boy "Can he actually do that?" "It's what Kimiko is healing from" Hughie replied. "And you'll help us kill that bastard?" This time your questioned was aimed at Soldier Boy "I'm a man of my word. Me and Butcher have a deal"

You sighed, purposely knocking your head against the door as you did so "How long?" "Two days" you looked up at Soldier Boy "I might not be able to kill you but make a move I don't like and I will burn your fucking dick off, got it?" He seemed amused by your threats but nodded nonetheless "Yes ma'am"

You'd gotten to the hotel around noon, Butcher left around three. It was now ticking towards midnight and the tension in the room was beginning to strangle you.

Empty food cartons, a few soda bottles and a half empty bottle of bourbon sat scattered around the room from both of you making efforts to not have to converse. You were sitting cross legged on the sofa in the room doing your best to ignore the man who kept glancing your way during his spouts of how much time had changed.

You half laughed considering you were reading on a kindle. When he'd asked what it was and you told him just how many books in total it could hold he had looked at you like you'd grown a second head. Rather it being that you were reading for amusement or the technology side you weren't sure. He was holding to his word to not come close to you but a bit of the old fashioned misogyny kept peeking out every now and then during his ranting.

After a minute you figured fuck it, why not poke at the radioactive supe who could probably survive you lighting him on fire five times over. Butcher had told you the basics of his story, betrayal of his team and what not.

You turned your kindle off and stood to walk across the room to your duffel bag. You'd discarded your jeans in favor of cloth shorts and the shirt you'd been wearing for one that you honestly weren't sure where it came from. It'd seemingly appeared in your laundry rotation and was comfortable so you kept it. You knew you'd be forced to stay here and while the couch wasn't the most comfortable thing you would at least dress the part.

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"So should I call you Y/N or Blaze?" He asked and you glanced over your shoulder seeing his eyes were lingering on the tattoos that littered the bare skin of your legs. "Either or. Fuck I've been calling you Soldier Boy for hours. What the hell is your real name after all?"

He raised his eyes back to yours as he took another swig of bourbon "Ben" you nodded approvingly "Ben. Good name, points for the fact that it's extremely moanable" you had to stifle your laugh when he nearly choked on his drink. God it was kind of funny that you could catch him off guard so easily.

"Take a breath. Just saying do you know how awkward some names are? I mean guy can be fuckin gorgeous, hitting it just right but if his name is something like Wesley? Kills the mood moaning that. Ben is something light that would slip out easy" he watched you walk back over to the couch and you could see the wheels turning behind those green eyes.

"So what's the story with you and Butcher?" He asked after a minute. Your surprise showed on your face so he shrugged "I notice things darling. It's apparent you two have rolled around a few times. He doesn't seem to like supes too damn much despite the circumstances and choices he's making so how'd he end up bedding one like you?"

You shrugged that time before saying "He's good with his tongue, fingers are extremely nimble and his dicks a good size nice and thick but not too long that it would hurt" "So you a couple?" You couldn't help but laugh "That's a no. See Ben nowadays us women can fuck who we wanna without settling down. We have iuds, multiple forms of birth control and a few different types of condom"

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"I bet you would be one helluva fuck" he gave you an appreciative once over so you gave him a smile "Oh honey, you may be a stronger supe than me but you're a lot older than me too. I may end up hurting you" "You saying Butcher's a better fuck than you think I'd be?" He seemed so insulted by the idea it was almost humorous, almost. Had it not been for the weight of his gaze making heat pool in your lower stomach.

You let a flame flicker across the fingers of your right hand as you held his gaze "Just saying women nowadays know what we like and what we don't. I've brought Butcher to his knees before. You're a supe, yeah compound V is pumping through your veins but a man's a man. The reason I've fucked Butcher is I'm always in control of what happens. He doesn't make a move without checking if I'm cool with it"

He nodded slowly "So you like being in charge?" You shook your head "Not as much in charge as being able to trust my dancing partner wouldn't step on toes and ask before he tries any lifts" "A real man knows not to take anything that a woman isn't offering fully to him and if she changes her mind that's her choice" fuck you hadn't expected that answer out of someone like him.

"Are we talking here or are you trying to fuck me because I'm getting mixed vibes" he barked out a laugh at your words. "Damn Y/N, I see why Butcher likes you" you shook your head with a laugh "I think it's time we call it a night. You got enough of those horse tranqs to pop so I don't have to worry about getting fried if anything decides to pop into your subconscious?" He shrugged "Yeah there's enough. I'm gonna finish this bottle first though. You need any precautions to feel safe enough to sleep around me"

You held his eyes for a moment before standing up. He seemed unsure as to what you were doing, when you got over to the bed he raised an eyebrow and when you reached for his hand he let you. You laid it on the thigh of your left leg using your hand to guide his fingertips across the scars hidden beneath the ink "I couldn't heal this. I took a shotgun blast to the fuckin chest from half a foot away and not a scratch but this? I can't heal. I sleep alone because the last time I shared a bed with someone overnight I nearly burnt him alive, Butcher forgave me of course considering why but believe me when I say you'd be the least of my nightmares no matter how dangerous I know you are"

He gripped your thigh firmly but not enough for it hurt "That why you're gunning for this Homelander prick?" You nodded "I'm going to sleep" he motioned to the bed "Take the bed at least. I'm good on the couch"

You tossed and turned, trying to talk your mind into sleeping. Ben was watching some movie but he'd moved the television so your half of the room was in mostly darkness and had the volume low. Of course you could still hear it but you appreciated the thought. He was still an abrasive, old timey misogynistic asshole but he was a bit more human than Homelander or it seemed so at least.

You could feel the heat in the room on every inch of your body. Had you been home or even in a safehouse with the boys you would've stripped down to your sports bra and panties but you didn't want to put on a full strip tease for him.

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You weren't sure how much time had passed when Ben cleared his throat "Do you need one of the tranqs? Or a shot of liquor, something?" You sat up smoothing a hand over your hair and was able to bite back something snarky but your reply was caught in your throat.

After he'd showered he hadn't bothered to throw a shirt back on. Meaning he was sitting on the couch in just Grey sweats. His hair was falling forward over his eyes in places and God damn just how broad was that mother fucker? He looked like he took up most of the couch.

He looked towards you and a crooked smirk slipped onto his face "Y/N...Blaze...you good?" You didn't know why but instead of coming up with an answer you let the truth fall from your lips "You may be an asshole but you are fucking sexy as hell" he laughed lightly and even that sound was deep enough it made your stomach flip. Fuck, were you horny? Was that why you couldn't sleep?

"I guess I should say thank you at least? Still don't answer if you need something?" You swallowed the answer you wanted to give which was along the lines of "Please ruin me" God damn when had you gotten so pent up?

You shook your head "What are you watching?" He shrugged "I don't fuckin know. Just some shit that came on while I was in the shower" you shoved the blanket off and walked across the room, nearly doubling in laughter when you realized fucking Soldier Boy had scrolled through the channels and landed on fifty shades of Grey.

"Oh this movie and the books were horrible" you moved to sit on the couch so he sat up a little straighter teasing "Don't want my dick burnt off after all" when you cut your eyes at him.

You curled up on the cushion, not missing how close his bare shoulder was to you or how much heat was radiating off him. "Is it a by product of the actual radiation or have you always ran hot?" You asked and he glanced at you "Have always ran hot" you nodded, trying to pay attention to the God awful movie but it's like there was a magnet drawing you towards him. It was a bad idea, a horrible idea really.

He kept his eyes on the TV as he spoke "I'm just gonna throw this out there Y/N but if you want to touch me anywhere feel free" you felt your face warm up and this time it didn't have a damn thing to do with your powers "What do you mean?" He turned towards you slightly, almost touching you in the process "You've been staring at my chest. Your hand is close enough that if you barely move it'll be on my shoulder. If you want to touch me, do it."

You weren't sure if it was the underlying challenge or the promise that he held in his eyes for at the very least one helluva good time that pushed you into motion.

You reached a hand out to run across his chest, tracing his muscles and testing the water. When he didn't move, simply followed your movement with his eyes you smiled to yourself "Ben?" He met your eyes "Hmm?" "Do you want to touch me?"

He raised an eyebrow "This you saying you want me to touch you?" Fuck it, this was a dangerous game you were playing but you'd ran with the boys for years. It's not like you planned for the long time so might as well have a good time, right?

You braced your hands on his shoulders before swinging your legs across his lap to be straddling him. He watched you silently, those damn green eyes tracking your smallest movement. You could feel the way his body quickly reacted to you, his cock hardening underneath you. Fuck, he was thick and had a good length too. The thought occurred to you that he'd been locked away in Russia a very long time.

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A light groan left him when you rolled your hips just slightly against his. "Tell me what you want here doll?" His voice was so damn deep it rumbled through your chest. You leaned close enough that your lips were just shy of touching his "I want to see if you can make me scream your name or if you're all talk" he didn't respond instead he simply gripped the back of your head pulling you into a kiss that was all tongue and teeth that left you breathless when he pulled away to look you in the eye "If anything is too much burn me if you have to so you can get the point across"

You nodded pulling him back into the kiss. You felt his hands slip under your shirt and a light shiver ran through your body at how his rough hands felt on your skin. A gasp left your lips when he stood up suddenly, supporting your weight with one hand under your ass. "I need more room than that damn couch" "Promises, promises" you muttered and he gave you a grin that couldn't be described as anything but devilish. No wonder there were numerous tales of people selling their soul, if Lucifer looked anything like the man holding you.

He dropped you on the bed causing you to bounce twice with the force. You glared up at him "Could've been a little easier" he shrugged "What, are you already gonna tap out just because I dropped you on the bed instead of placing you gently?"

You leaned back on the palms of your hands looking up at him "Are you already tapping out because you're afraid you may rank lower than Butcher?" "Oh I'm gonna make you regret that one Y/N"

He climbed onto the bed, you could feel it dip under his weight but your eyes were glued to his "Anything off the table?" "No anal and if you try any slapping shit I'll light your ass up" he grinned "Sounds good to me. Gonna take that damn shirt off?" You reached for the hem of your shirt but his larger hands covered yours, helping to remove the piece of fabric from your body.

You felt a little too bare until he let his lips trail down your neck then across your chest. He licked one nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. You couldn't help the moan that escaped you or the way your back arched into him. He let his other hand trail across your stomach, causing you to inhale sharply when his fingertips dug into your hips about the same time he bit down just hard enough to cause a scream to escape you.

When he pulled away from your breasts he smiled up at you "Still in for this? Cause right now you're looking like you're all talk.." you could tried to press your thighs together,not only to soothe the ache starting there but in an attempt to hide just how soaked you already were from kissing and light petting.

You pulled him up to your lips, kissing him roughly before taunting "says the man who's barely touched me" at your words the hand that bad been teasing at your hip moved to pull your shorts off your legs. You lifted your hips just enough to ensure he didn't rip the shorts getting them off of you. When you were completely bare to him he sat back on his heels. "What?" You asked, moving to cover yourself but he was faster, pinning your arms down over your head "Let me look at you Y/N. Damn it's been years since I had a woman as gorgeous as you underneath me"

You rolled your eyes but before you could think of a comeback any words were ripped from your mind by one thick finger slipping through your folds. He easily found your clit, teasing at it. You moaned at the sensation causing him to add a second digit. He curled them both up,hitting that spot inside of you "I'm gonna fuck you with my fingers, then with my tongue then if you think you can take more I'll use my cock. That sound good princess?" You nearly whimpered, the feeling of that knot in your stomach growing tighter with every movement of his fingers.

Just as you'd nearly reached that peak he stopped his movements. "Ben!" You whined and his laughter hit your ears "I asked you a question" you swallowed hard, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. He leaned over to kiss your thigh before beginning to move his fingers again "It sounds good. It sounds good" you panted worried he'd stop again when you could already feel the pleasure building "Good cause I want to feel you cum however many times I can"

He went silent attacking your neck and chest with open mouthed kisses and light bites. You were like putty in his hands when you finally came. You laid there trying to catch your breath only to feel his hands spreading your thighs.

When he first licked into you a cry escaped your lips. It was too fast after an orgasm, you were too over stimulated and dear God what the fuck was he doing with his tongue?

You didn't want to praise him, didn't want to let his name escape you as a moan but when he locked his lips around your clit his name slipped from your lips like a fucking prayer "Fuck Ben. Feels so good" you felt him smile against you right before another orgasm washed over you without warning.

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The bastard kept going even after you soaked his beard and the bed underneath you. You shoved at his head "Enough. Enough" he gave one final kiss to your clit before crawling back uo your body "Where's that girl that was talking shit about me being an old man?"

You groaned pulling him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips "I take it back, you're pretty good with your fingers and your mouth" "Oh i must have lost a few steps. You're still talking shit" you glanced down between the two of you, seeing he still had his sweats on "I must have lost a few cause you're still wearing pants"

He rolled his hips against yours when he kissed you pulling a moan from you at the feeling of his clothed erection rutting into you "Are you gonna fuck me or just tease the shit out of me?" He gripped your hips suddenly and flipped both of you where his back was down to the bed and you were on top of him "You want my pants off? Take em off"

You weren't one to back down from a challenge so you kissed him one more time, savoring how he chased your lips when you moved away. You kissed down his neck, tentatively biting the places that made his breathing quicker. You were rewarded with a deep groan and his grip on your hips tightening.

You moved further down kissing across his chest,letting your nails tease the skin there as well. When you got to the waistband of his sweats you left a kiss on the smooth expanse of hip that was peeking out already. You reached a hand under his sweats, feeling his hard cock react to your touch the moment your fingers grazed across it.

You held his eyes as you pulled at the pants and he eagerly lifted his hips off the bed to assist you. You knew your eyes had widened when his cock sprung free. Fuck he was big, almost too big in length and a delicious girth.

You licked a strip from the base of his cock up to the head. "Fuck Y/N" hearing your name fall from his lips spurred you on. You knew you couldn't take all of him but that wasn't gonna stop you from trying. You wrapped your lips around his cock slowly going down, you gagged slightly when you felt the tip hit the back of your throat.

You pulled back up repeating the motion twice, taking more of him in each time. You used your hand to give the rest of him and his balls attention, carefully rolling them between your finger. Hearing someone that you knew was as powerful as Soldier Boy being a moaning mess under your touch? Well a girl could have a worse means of a confidence boost.

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"Y/n...blaze..." Ben reached for your hand. You pulled up from his cock with a wet pop to look at him "What's wrong?" He shook his head with a grin playing on his lips "Feels too damn good darling. I ain't fucked nothing in years and my stamina is good but I'll be damned if I'm coming anywhere but in that tight little pussy of yours" you laughed lightly kissing your way back up his body until you were effectively straddling him. "Then by all means let me oblige you" you lifted up slightly feeling his hard length poking at your thigh. You gripped him tightly before bringing him to your entrance.

He reached for your face, pushing the hair back of out it so he could watch your eyes as you lowered yourself onto his cock. You had to go slow, taking him in little by little but once he was finally completely inside of you, your hips flush against his you knew he felt the full body shiver you had. You couldn't hide it. He was so damn big and filled you completely.

You gave him a strained smile "Give me a second" he pulled you forward to kiss across your chest "I get it baby. It's a lot to take" you would've slapped him for the condescending tone had he not shifted his hips slightly as he spoke. "God damn you" you muttered, bracing a hand on his chest.

He shot you a smirk "What's wrong?" You moved your hips in a small circle, feeling that the pain from being stretched out had given way to the pleasurable feeling of being so damn full. "Nothing" you finally replied starting to roll your hips. His eyes fluttered shut as you started to bounce, fucking yourself on his cock.

"Attagirl. Holy shit" he was mumbling under his breath, gripping your hips tightly. He started to bring his hips up to meet every movement of yours. Your nails were cutting into his chest but neither of you cared "Fuck I'm close Ben" you moaned so he moved one hand between the two of you, fingers quickly finding your clit to rub tight circles on it "Come for me Y/N. Let me feel that perfect pussy squeeze my cock"

Between the movement of your hips, driving him deeper inside of you than you'd ever thought possible and the movement of his fingers it wasn't long before you were seeing stars. The third orgasm of the night washing over you.

He eased you down against his chest, holding you to it as he turned you both back over. His cock never slipped out of you. "This ain't fair, I've came three times already" you mumbled weakly. He chuckled, catching your lips in a kiss "Oh darling if it ain't at least a five to one thing then I need to head back to Russia and let em put me on ice. Best part is seeing the woman you're with falling apart" he nipped your neck over your pulse point "Especially seeing one as strong as you fall apart"

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He began to rock his hips against yours, painfully slow thrusts that had tears forming in the corner of your eyes because even after three orgasms your body was screaming for more. "Ben..uh fuck...please" he leaned down enough to catch your lips in a messy kiss "Please what Princess? Use your words"

"Fuck me hard Ben. I need it. Please" "Never would pegged you for the begging type" he teased so you glared up at him "Butcher never makes me beg" the moment the words left your mouth he pulled your legs up to his broad shoulders nearly folding you in half.

The new angle meant with every snap of his hips he was hitting that spot that made you see stars. Your eyes were screwed shut, riding out the pleasure that borderlined pain the most delicious of ways. "Uh uh uh. Eyes open Y/N" you opened your eyes as his thrusts slowed just enough to bring you back from that edge "The fuck?" "I want to see those eyes when you come on my cock. I want you to see me fucking you"

You forced your eyes to stay open as he pounded into you, catching your lips in a frenzied kiss. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer as that knot within you threatened to burst "Ben..oh fuck.." you moaned as the knot burst, orgasm washing over you, lighting your entire body on fire. You had to look where you were connected to Ben to ensure the pleasure hadn't caused your powers to topple out.

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He worked you through your orgasm then pulled out causing you to whine at the loss of contact "Turn over" those two words quickly reignited that fire in your stomach. You did as he asked and the moment you were on your stomach he used one hand to pull you up to your knees, pushing your upper half down on the mattress "You still with me here Y/N?" You nodded but felt a warm kiss on your shoulder before he bit down "Verbal answer darling. I need to hear it"

"Still with you" you panted before adding "and that's four" you could practically feel the smile on his face when he nipped at your neck "Means one more and I can fill this pretty little pussy up"

When he slid back into you, the feeling was nearly overwhelming. He chuckled darkly "Your poor little pussy is nearly fucked out. Almost too swollen to take me" he snapped his hips forward drilling into you to the point you could feel his tight balls slapping against your ass "Almost"

A string of curses mixed with his name left you as he pulled you up until your back was against his chest "God damn I can feel you throbbing around me. You already close again?" You nodded weakly so he left a kiss on your neck then leaned you back forward where your hands could grip the headboard. "Good cause I'm about to fuckin bust here" he admitted reaching one hand under you to play with your clit as his thrusts got even harder and faster "Just need to feel you come one more time"

You could feel the warmth spreading throughout you again as you gripped the headboard trying to ride out the feeling "Fuck.." a broken cry escaped you as your fifth orgasm of the night washed over you. His hips didn't slow any, working himself towards that release. "Come for me Ben, please fill me up" you begged and your words mixed with how tight your walls were squeezing him pushed him over that edge.

He nearly collapsed as he spilled deep inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. "God damn" he muttered before pulling out and collapsing next to you. "You good?" He asked breathlessly, pushing your hair back so he could see your face "I'm good" he nodded then glanced up and started laughing "What?" "Bed's not"

You followed his line of sight and saw scorch marks on the headboard where your hands had gripped "Shit" he shrugged "Can always say you tried to scorch me but I got out the way. Don't worry Butcher will never know"

You were half asleep when you felt a warm rag between your legs "Shh, just cleaning you up a bit until you're up for a shower" "Thanks" you managed to slur out.

After Ben cleaned you and himself he walked back out of the bathroom "Do I still need to take the couch?" You raised your hand enough to flip him out causing a loud laugh to escape him.

You felt the bed dip next to you before his head leaned over on your back "You a cuddler?" You asked in shock. He shook his head "hoping if I'm close enough you may want one more round when you wake up" "Go to hell Ben" you replied feeling his hand slide around to play at your nipples "If this is the ticket to hell I've done a hell of a lot worse"

The next day you were freshly showered with your duffle repacked when Butcher called to see if you needed anything before he got back to the hotel.

You and Ben had ended up going for another round in the bed and once in the shower. Luckily he hadn't left any marks that couldn't be covered with clothes because most of your body was littered with light bruising from his lips and teeth.

He watched you talk to Butcher then when you hung up he raised an eyebrow "Lover boy almost back?" You rolled your eyes "He's about twenty minutes out" he let his eyes slide across your body "I could make you cum one more time"

You shook your head "If it weren't for the advance healing I'd be barely walking as is" he nodded "We could make out till we hear that shitty car?"

You shrugged "Why not" Ben was across the room with you in his arms and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment you agreed.

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"He give ya any trouble?" Butcher asked standing next to your rental car. You shook your head "No more than you usually do" he nodded "Could I call ya if we need any more help on this job?"

You shrugged "Try to make things right with MM and Frenchie then maybe you can call me for more help on this job"

His eyes flickered down towards your lips and you laughed lightly "I said help on the job Billy" "Yeah yeah yeah" he replied leaving a kiss on your cheek before heading back into the hotel.

Not Exactly Lying

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