#soldier boy

[l1p3k4]

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[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Soldier Boy THE BOYS (2022) | 3.05 – “The Last Time To Look On This World Of Lies”

[rositaslabyrinth]

Tough love - Soldier boy

Soldier boy x female!reader

You have been really pissing Ben off, disobeying orders, causing trouble, etc. Ben decides that he needs to use his frustration and anger towards your punishment.

Content warnings : Rough sex, punishment, emotional frustration, domination, degradation, overstimulation, raw intimacy

Word count ; 1,945

Minors PLEASE do not interact!!

You’ve been pushing Soldier Boy’s buttons all night.

You know it. He knows it. But you can’t help yourself. There’s something about the way he takes everything so seriously, so rigid, that makes you want to test him—just to see how far you can go before he snaps.

Tonight, though, you may have pushed him a little too far.

You’re sitting across the room, arms crossed, watching him pace, the tension thick in the air. It started with a simple disagreement—something trivial, really—but you don’t back down, and neither does he. His jaw clenches, his eyes narrow, and you know the moment he’s had enough.

“Are you done?” he asks, his voice low, dangerous.

You just smirk. “Not even close.”

That’s when his patience finally breaks. He strides toward you in a few long steps, grabbing you by the wrist, yanking you up off the chair. Your breath hitches, but you don’t say a word.

“Enough with the games,” he growls, his grip tight on your wrist, pulling you toward the bed. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, feel his anger rising with every step. But you’ve seen this side of him before—the side that needs to take control, to remind you of who’s in charge.

“You’ve been pissing me off all night,” he murmurs, a dark edge to his voice. “And you’re gonna learn that there’s a price to pay for that.”

Before you can react, he pushes you down onto the bed, his hands moving quickly to strip you of your clothes. There’s no tenderness in his movements—just frustration, urgency. It’s like he needs to erase whatever’s been building up inside of him.

He rips your shirt off, then your pants, leaving you completely exposed beneath him. His eyes darken as he looks down at you, but there’s something else there, something that’s not just anger—desire, need. The frustration he’s been holding onto for so long is finally spilling out.

“Maybe this will teach you,” he mutters, his voice low, dripping with lust. He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other moves down between your legs, feeling how wet you are for him despite everything.

You gasp as his fingers tease over your sensitive skin, moving slow, deliberate, making you ache.

“You think you can keep teasing me like this?” he asks, his voice rough. “Think you can keep getting away with it?”

You open your mouth to speak, but he silences you, kissing you hard, swallowing any words you might have said. His lips are hungry, almost desperate, as he kisses you harder than before, his tongue demanding.

“Answer me,” he growls against your lips, his hand still holding you down as his body presses into yours.

You whimper. “No… I didn’t think—”

Before you can finish, he’s inside you—hard and fast, filling you completely in one swift motion. You gasp, your body instinctively clenching around him as he begins to move, thrusting deep, each one harder than the last.

“Didn’t think what?” he demands, his pace relentless. “Didn’t think I’d put you in your place?”

You can’t even respond—your head is spinning, your body caught between the roughness and the overwhelming pleasure. The bed creaks beneath you with every thrust, and you can hear his breath, shallow and ragged, as he pushes into you again and again.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “You’re so damn tight. Don’t think I won’t remind you who’s in charge.”

He lets go of your wrists, his hands moving to your hips, slamming you down against him harder. You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pounds into you, each thrust so deep you can barely breathe.

The room is filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours, the air thick with desperation, frustration, and need. His grip on your hips tightens as he forces you to meet each of his thrusts, making you feel every inch of him.

“You think you can get away with messing with me?” he growls, his voice dark with pleasure as his pace never falters. “Think you can push my buttons and get nothing in return?”

His thrusts become more frantic, more desperate, and you can feel him losing control, just as much as you are. You’re already so close to the edge, your body burning with need.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” he demands, his voice sharp as he looks down at you.

You can barely form words, your breath hitching with every movement. “I’m sorry,” you manage to gasp out, your head spinning. “I didn’t mean it.”

He slams into you again, his body tense, but there’s a softness in his gaze now—almost like he needed this, needed to hear you say it.

“Good girl,” he mutters, his pace never slowing. The words only push you further, your orgasm building, that tight knot in your stomach growing.

Finally, with one last deep thrust, he comes inside you, his body jerking as he releases a groan of satisfaction. His grip on your hips loosens, and he collapses beside you, both of you breathless, your bodies still trembling.

You both lie there, trying to catch your breath, the weight of what just happened still hanging in the air between you. You’re both exhausted, but there’s something in the way Soldier Boy’s gaze lingers on you—something that tells you he’s not quite done yet.

You can feel it before he even moves. His hand grips your wrist again, yanking you into a sitting position, pulling you toward him with force. His chest is still rising and falling rapidly, but there’s no softness in his eyes, no sign of the tender side that had surfaced just a moment ago.

“You think it’s over?” he growls, his hand firmly gripping your chin as he forces you to look up at him. The edge of his anger is still there, sharper now, like it’s never fully been released. “You think I’ll just let you walk away after that?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you shake your head, knowing exactly where this is going.

He’s not done punishing you. He wants more. And somewhere deep inside, you know you deserve it.

Ben drags pulls you back up, this time pushing you onto your hands and knees, your body exposed beneath him. He takes his time, letting his hands roam over your back, your waist, your ass—teasing, but with that same, unrelenting energy.

“You want to push my buttons, huh?” His voice is low, deep, dripping with something dangerous. “Think you can get away with it?”

You don’t answer. You don’t think you can. But you don’t need to.

He slaps your ass—hard. You yelp in surprise, the sting burning into your skin, but it makes your body react in a way you can’t ignore. It feels right.

Another slap. Your breath hitches, but this time, you’re starting to feel the heat building in your core. You want more.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his hand sliding between your legs, finding your sensitive spot again with a deft touch. He’s not being gentle now, his fingers pressing harder, rougher. “You want this, don’t you? Want me to break you.”

You bite your lip, trying to stay quiet. He presses harder, making your body tremble with the force of his touch. “Tell me,” he demands, his voice sharp. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” you gasp, your head dropping as you feel the need building again.

He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating in his chest. “I bet you do.” His hand moves to your waist, pulling you up onto your knees, your back against his chest. His voice is low, almost a growl. “You wanted to test me, so now you’re gonna pay.”

He moves swiftly now, spinning you back around and pushing you back onto the bed. He hovers over you, his eyes dark with lust and something else—something that’s been buried beneath the surface, waiting for a chance to break free.

“You wanted me to teach you a lesson, right?” His hand moves between your legs again, but this time, he doesn’t let you feel any relief. Instead, he teases you, pushing you just to the edge, only to pull away.

“Don’t make me say it again,” he warns, his tone harsh, his hands pinning your wrists down above your head.

You moan, your body aching for him, for more. “Please,” you beg, your voice trembling. “Please, Ben, don’t stop.”

His smirk returns, and then he’s sliding into you once more, slow at first, like he’s savoring it, letting the tension build again.

“I’m not stopping,” he mutters against your ear. “Not until you learn what happens when you mess with me.”

The way he moves now is calculated—deliberate, punishing, each thrust deeper than the last, the power he’s putting behind it leaving you gasping. He grips your wrists tighter, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps as he picks up the pace.

You can’t think, can’t breathe—he’s taking everything from you, using you, and all you can do is feel.

Your body betrays you, though, betraying the act. The pressure in your core builds again, and this time, you can’t hold it in. You want this, you want him to keep going, even though you can’t keep your thoughts straight.

“I don’t think you’ve had enough yet,” he murmurs, and with that, his pace quickens, harder, faster, more brutal.

You come again, your body clenching around him, a mix of frustration and relief flooding through you. But even as you fall apart, he doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t stop.

His hand slides between your legs once more, rubbing at your sensitive clit, pushing you through it, overstimulating you until you can’t tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice hoarse as his movements become more frantic. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you breathe, your voice trembling from the intensity. “I’m yours, Ben. Please, don’t stop.”

With a final, almost feral growl, he thrusts deep, coming inside you as his body trembles with the release, his grip on you tightening as he holds you down.

For a long moment, neither of you moves. The tension in the room slowly dissipates, and the air is heavy with both relief and something else—something you both needed.

But instead of pulling away, he’s still there, his body still pressed against yours, his eyes dark and unrelenting. “You didn’t really think that was enough, did you?”

Before you can respond, he pulls out and flips you over onto your stomach, pushing you down against the bed, holding you in place. He’s not done. He’s not anywhere close to done.

“You’re gonna take this,” he growls, his voice rough, his hands moving between your legs again. “And you’re gonna remember who’s in charge next time you think about testing me.”

He enters you again, no mercy, his thrusts brutal and fast, making you moan loudly with every movement. The bed creaks under him as he drives into you, using you to satisfy his frustration, pushing you past any sense of exhaustion.

Your body can’t keep up with him, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care. He’s determined to make sure you never forget this moment.

When he’s finally done, his body still heavy over yours, you’re left breathless and trembling beneath him. There’s no softness in his touch, only the weight of his dominance lingering in the air.

“Don’t ever forget who’s in charge here,” he mutters against your ear, his voice cold but full of a possessive need that makes your head spin.

Liz talks : first soldier boy fic guys and let me tell yall this has been sitting in my tumblr drafts FOR WEEKKKSSSS but I’ve finally felt comfortable enough to post it lmaoo (me and my insane posting habits I need a schedule BAD) so here yall go!! Any and all type of feedback is appreciated <3

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@lavenderwisteria

Thank you so much sweetie! This one is one of my favorites😊 And thank you for the reblog!💗

Take A Chance On Me Masterlist

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!Reader, Reader POV

Summary: When you decided to work with Butcher and his merry band of supe hunters to take down Homelander, you never expected to be saddled with a sullen, grumpy, jerk like Soldier Boy when the job was done. The more you’re around him the more you hate him, but you can’t help but wonder, is he really as big a jerk as you think? Reader is a supe with plant powers. This takes place in an AU about a month after the end of The Boys Season 3, in which Butcher has let Soldier Boy continue to work with him on his team. (I'm real bad at summaries, please forgive me!)

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers (Eventual), Little bit of Grumpy vs. Sunshine, Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy

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[SERIES COMPLETE]

Chapter 1: Are You Always Like This?

Chapter 2: What A Great Freakin' Way To Start The Day

Chapter 3: Please Remember To Take Your Happy Pills

Chapter 4: You Want to Live Where?

Chapter 5: We Got Us An IKEA Virgin

Chapter 6: Best Friends Forever

Chapter 7: It’s Not A Date

Chapter 8: It's Still Not A Date

Chapter 9: Don't Let The Bed Bugs Bite

Chapter 10: Brother Dearest

Chapter 11: It’s Giving Kidnapping?

Chapter 12: Skip The Bagel Next Time

Chapter 13: Taking Out The Trash

Chapter 14: Don't Be A Bundt Cake

Chapter 15: I Don't Know What You Did To Me!

Chapter 16: I Thought I Was In Love Before

Epilogue: I Don't Want To Lose Your Lovelight

{One Shots}

Open Mic Night: When Ben and you go out on a double date with Annie and Hughie, you realize that maybe it was a bad idea.

Little Things: All Soldier Boy wants for Christmas is to find the perfect gift for you and all you want is for your boyfriend to have the best Christmas he has in forty years.

Last Updated: 01/19/2025

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[soldiersgirl]

two bad bitches at the same damn TIME !

[mahi-wayy]

𝐈 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝...

summary : butcher - a friend of your friend hughie - calls in a favor to watch ben. the timing was a little bad when you consider ben and his ability to charm any woman into his bed.

warnings : p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex ( guys no! bad! use protection!! ) dirty talk ( it's ben guys ) overstimulation, mention of drugs (?) mention of multiple orgasms, yet another one of clumsy attempt at smut, not proofread.

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In hindsight you should've known Butcher calling in a favor will end up in some kind of mess. Trouble followed that man like a loyal dog refusing to leave its master but the man has saved your best friend Hughie's life more than once so you had said. Only this once.

The second warning should've been your own damn body that went into some sort of lust triggered shut down the minute you saw Ben. As if locking him as a man of choice to mate or shit.

The century something old supe was stretched lazily on the motel bed like he owned the damn place in a blue shirt and sweats, sipping on his beer and the sight went straight to your high on hormone body making you feel all sorts of things.

You should've known you'll end up in that bed.

▪︎ ☆ ▪︎

Ben was old. He doesn't look it but he is. The man has lived through century worth of time all while sticking to his prime and all those years came with experience.

Experience in combat, in languages, in strategies but most importantly. It came with experience in women. He knew women and what they wanted just like he knew how to roll a joint with his eyes closed.

So when Butcher's rather pretty friend gave him a once over she thought he didn't catch he can't help but smirk behind the mouth of beer he was drinking. Like he said he knew what women want and this one?

This one wanted him.

▪︎ ☆ ▪︎

So like you were saying you should've known you'll end up in a bed with Ben when the supe smirked. But you can't give it much thought right now - not when all you can manage is how good Ben felt.

On your knees on the bed with the only thing that held you upright was Ben's grip on your chin. His cock spearing your post orgasm sensitive pussy open again and again.

“That's a good girl, takin’ me so well.”

He rasped right in your ear and all you could manage was a whine-ish moan in reply.

“Aren't you all pretty with no thoughts whatsoever.”

He chuckled in that deep gruff which just made your walls clench tighter around his dick making the man groan. The hand around your chin moves away and without it your upper body flops down on the mattress like a string cut puppet.

“Gonna shape your walls for my dick doll, just for me.”

Ben growled before his hand clasped your waist and pulled your hips back on his brutal thrusts making you scream and hold onto the bedsheets for dear life.

The sound of skin slapping mixed with groans from Ben and whines and moans from you filled the motel room for a while before the man grabbed your hair and pulled your head up.

“Gonna cum in you babygirl, gonna fill ya up good. You wan’ that yeah?”

He drawled with an underlying tone of loosening restraint. You moan louder when his dick hits that one spot for the nth time sending your eyes rolling back in your head while your walls clamp down milking Ben of all he was worth.

You hear Ben curse rather colorfully before he lets your drop on the mattress again - panting and well fucked - it was barely fifteen minutes before he was flipping you to be your back his thumb swipping at the drool on your chin before pressing against your tongue.

“This ain't over yet.”

You should've known.

a/n : your welcome

tags : @bluemerakis @deansbeer @daylighted @soldiersgirl @h8aaz @samslovebug @littlesoulshine @titsout4jackles let me know if you wanna be added or removed!!!

[beausling]

who the hell took my pants🙄

diddle that skittle

notes: i am so sorry for the title of this 🤭🤭 and huge thanks to my love @figthoughts for reintroducing me to the daddy kink. so, fair warning—soldier boy will be calling himself daddy more than once! if that’s not your thing, please dni 😩

warnings: 18+, language, smut/fingering

you feel the rough scrape of his beard against your ear as ben leans in, breath hot, voice low and gruff. "spread those legs, sweetheart. daddy’s gonna teach you how to play with that pretty little cunt properly."

his hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider over his lap as you rest back against his broad chest. you can feel the solid muscle beneath you, the way his body radiates heat, andthe unmistakable scent of whiskey, sweat, and leather surrounding you.

"fuckin’ hell, girl. what are you, shy? c’mon, touch yourself. let me see those fingers on that clit, baby." his voice drips with impatience, but there’s something else there too—something dark and hungry.

you swallow hard, heart hammering in your chest as your hand trembles between your thighs. you're listening to him, but when he speaks like that it's hard to concentrate. "i'm trying! i—i don’t know how—"

he chuckles, the sound rough and condescending. "that so? guess i gotta teach you, then. no fuckin’ way i’m lettin’ my girl be clueless about makin’ herself feel good."

hesitantly, you bring your hand down between your legs, fingers ghosting over your folds. he watches, unimpressed.

"nah, don’t tease yourself like some nervous virgin. rub that little button like you mean it. faster." his hand moves over yours, pressing down, guiding your movements. "see that? that’s how daddy wants you to do it. feels better already, doesn’t it?"

your breath catches, a soft moan escaping before you can stop it. "y-yeah...but—"

his other hand grips your chin, tilting your head back against his shoulder. "but nothin’, sweetheart. look at you, whimperin’ already. that’s my good fuckin’ girl."

he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, teeth scraping against your pulse. the sensation sends a shudder down your spine, thighs twitching against his.

"shit—" you gasp, hips rocking involuntarily into your own touch.

but you hesitate again, fingers slowing, uncertainty creeping in. he growls, annoyed. "christ, sweetheart, you can’t do shit right, can you? fine. guess i’ll just have to take over."

"w-wait, i can—"

before you can finish, his hand slides between your legs, two thick fingers sinking deep inside you with no warning. a sharp gasp rips from your throat, your back arching against him. "fuck, yeah, there it is. tight little hole squeezin’ daddy’s fingers already. guess you needed me after all, huh?"

your fingers dig into his forearm, body jolting at the sudden intrusion. "oh, fuck! ben—"

he starts working you open, fingers curling, stroking, finding that spot inside you that makes your whole body shake. his thumb circles your clit, rough and relentless, making you moan helplessly.

"that’s right, baby. let me hear you. let daddy know how good he’s making you feel."

your head tilts to the side, lips brushing against his neck, a shuddering whimper spilling from your mouth. "feels so good, daddy...so—so much—"

he groans, his grip on you tightening. "fuck, that’s cute. you wanna kiss on me while i wreck this pussy? go ahead, sweetheart, make a mess."

your lips part, breath hot as you press shaky kisses to his jaw, down the column of his throat. "be—daddy, i—i wanna—"

his fingers move faster, his palm grinding against your clit, and all you can do is writhe against him, panting, desperate, overwhelmed.

"oh, God—please—" your voice is high, needy, barely coherent as pleasure threatens to consume you whole.

another gasp slips from your lips, high and broken, and his free hand grips your jaw, forcing your head back so he can kiss you—deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth.

"gonna cum for me, baby?" his voice is a growl, lips brushing against yours. "better fuckin’ do it, ‘cause i ain’t stoppin’ ‘til you scream for daddy."

your body tightens, pleasure surging like a live wire through your veins. "daddy, please—benny i’m—i’m gonna—"

"then fuckin’ cum, baby. now. that’s an order."

and with a final, devastating stroke of his fingers, you shatter—loud, gasping, shaking apart in his arms as he holds you through it, smug and satisfied as you cry out for him.

tags: @soldiersgirl @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze @cherrygirlfriend @figthoughts @sunsbaby @ambiguous-avery @bocadelinfierno @sunnyteume @bejeweledinterludes @k-slla @lunaleah @pieandflannel @jays-bonnie-on-the-side

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Soldier Boy THE BOYS (2022) | 3.05 – “The Last Time To Look On This World Of Lies”

[jensens-cutie-pie]

How can a man be that beautiful 😩

Cr: ackleslut Tiktok

[here4thetrama]

Yeah now this is the kind of dialog we should be having about the possible negative effects the Jensen Misha reunion might have

no we joke about it a lot because we know its not gonna happen but if we actually get misha and jensen kissing on camera it could be dangerous i think this website would explode and the universe would shift and all of our brains chemistry would be changed forever

[angelsberrymilk]

Give Me Back What's Mine (pt 2)

Dean loses his baby brother, then gets him back, but with someone they'd be all better off without.

part 1 - ao3 link

soldier boy x sam winchester (samboy)

1.8k words

tw: canon-typical violence, homophobic language

It was disorienting travelling worlds, Soldier Boy realised. He's not even sure how any of this works. All he knows is that Sam one day woke up feeling off, he was dizzy and out of it, then he slowly started fading away then back. For example, he'd try to grab a glass of water and completely miss because his hand was now floating through the glass. He was terrified, Ben tried to help but all he could do is watch him, in case it gets worse. Then Sammy realised he may be going back home, and Soldier Boy kept watch of him like a hawk, he'd be damned if Sammy went back to his world and left him here, all alone. So at first sight of sparkling lights and flickers, he grabbed that man tight and forced himself through the portal with Sammy, and he was glad he did because if he hadn't, Sammy would have been roadkill by now, considering the fall. Once again, Soldier Boy saves Sammy.

Sam and Dean live a bunker, with a strange man in a trench coat, with dark pitch wind swept hair with old and wary deep blue eyes. Ben doesn't speak a single word when he follows inside the bunker, he can't open his mouth when he's witnessing a clone of himself fret and fuss around Sammy, who drags him to sit by the table and drink some water. It was strange, and it made Soldier Boy itch to draw blood, to eliminate this strange version of himself, this Dean, who's holding Sam by the shoulders, who's watching him like a hawk while he drinks a whole glass of water.

"Should I make you something to eat? PB&J? A grilled cheese?" Dean asks, sitting on a chair, facing Sammy, their knees and thighs touching.

"I'm not-" Sam says and Dean's shoulders sag, he bites the inside of his cheeks, his stomach flipping in guilt, "A PB&J would be nice," He tries to smile when he says it, he's not sure if he succeeds at it but Dean smiles bright, and really, that's much better.

Dean jumps up, makes big strides to the kitchen and gets to work, leaving Sam in the chair, alone with Castiel and Ben.

Sam tries to forget Ben was there, so he lowers his head, looking at the empty glass dwarfed in his hands, that is until a pair of black shoes appear in front of him. He lifts his head with a small smile, "Cas,"

"Hello, Sam," The angel smiles, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm very tired, I just want to get in bed after I eat," He chuckles, the sound dry and exhausted.

"I understand, you must have went through a lot, Sam," Castiel says and Sam nods. The angel nods and places a hand on Sam's shoulder, he squeezes once, "Well, I'm glad you're back safe,"

"Thanks, Cas," Sam smiles and squeezes the hand on his shoulder.

"Sam, who's that man?" Castiel asks and Sam flinches, "Hm?"

Castiel looks pained all of a sudden, he slowly brings forth his powers through his fingertips, trying to see if Sam was hurt in anyway, but his attempt was immediately sensed by Sam, who shrugged off his hand before he really could find out anything.

"Oh, that's- That's Ben, he kept me safe in the other world," Sam explains and Dean comes back then, holding a plate with a sandwich, cut in half with the crust off, and a glass of milk in the other, "What's what?"

Dean finally notices the man with his face standing by the wall, silent.

Sam is worried Dean will drop the food, so he clears his throat, "Can I eat now?"

Sam feels sick, he feels disaster hanging above his head as Dean slowly places his food on the table, sluggish while keeping his eyes on Soldier Boy. Sam grabs half of the sandwich and takes a big bite, so he can quickly get the hell out of there and get in bed.

Dean looks at Soldier Boy long and hard, seizes him up, gets a weird feeling in his stomach by staring at himself, in the eyes. The first thing Dean notices is how much bigger Ben is, they're the same height of course, but Ben is clearly well built, big biceps and big pecs under his shirt. Dean swears that Ben's eyes are of a darker shade of green than his, his hair is also longer and he has more hair on the lower half of his face than Dean, who always shaves it off. He looks ruggish, he looks like trouble.

"You must be Dean," Oh, and his voice was even deeper.

He gets off the wall and the corner of his mouth twitches as he tilts his head to the side, staring at Dean like he could eat him and spit him back out. Dean tried not to shiver under the attention and when he wanted to speak, he felt his throat close up. He frowned, a hand slowly going up to his neck, his fingertips pressing at the skin there.

Soldier Boy fully smirked at the small display of vulnerability, a shark in bloody water.

"What's wrong, Dean?" Soldier Boy took a step closer and Dean's eyes widened, hand going to his side, expecting a gun to be there, but when there wasn't, he balled his hands into fists, stomach flipping in discomfort.

"What are you?" Soldier Boy turned his attention to Castiel, the question taking everybody by surprise. As soon as Ben's eyes left Dean, he finally could breathe again.

"Excuse me?" Castiel asked as Sam watched, above the rim of his glass of milk.

Soldier Boy was now standing in front of the Angel, "I can smell it on you, you reek,"

Castiel squinted his eyes at the man, "I'm an Angel,"

Soldier Boy scoffed, "I'm sure you are,"

"What are you?" Castiel threw the question right back. Instead of answering, Soldier Boy chuckled meanly and turned around, grabbing Sam by the arm, "Where's your room, Sammy?"

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Settling back home didn't go smoothly as Sam wished. When Ben dragged him out of his chair, like he was made out of wet tissue paper, Dean finally found his voice and called out, "Hey, asshole!"

Soldier Boy turned to look at him and received a punch square in the jaw, if he was any other man, he would have been on the ground by now, crying in pain, but he wasn't. Ben's face barely moved, he didn't even flinch or blink, staring at Dean like he had shit for brains. "What the fuck was that?" Ben scowled at him.

Dean stared at him with wide eyes, his fist throbbing with pain. What the hell?

"You keep your hands off my brother!" Dean gritted out, trying to ignore his fist that was surely broken, throbbing with pain.

"Oh she knows how to speak!" Ben grinned, all sharp teeth. He let go of Sammy and Sam panicked, "Ben, no!"

Castiel slipped his blade into his palm, keeping his eyes on Soldier Boy, slowly circling him.

Soldier Boy stepped closer to Dean, backing him against their table, "Considering this is your first time meeting me, I won't rip you in half for what you just did, Dean,"

Dean was sweating at this point, his left hand feeling around under the table, for the gun he leaves in there, in case of emergency, loaded and ready. Soldier Boy, stepped so close that the tips of their shoes were touching, "And I know that you probably broke that hand," He nods towards Dean's right hand, limp by his side, then grabs it. As soon as he does, it's like Dean's hand catches fire, he shouts, knees buckling, and as soon as they do, his fingers feel the coolness of the gun, grabbing it. Dean swings his arm forward, flicking the safety switch off.

"Dean, don't!" Sammy shudders, frozen in place.

"What're you gonna do with that, boy? Shoot me?" Soldier Boy grins, holding his hands in the air, in mock surrender.

Bang!

"Dean, no!" Sam scrambles to his brother's side, squeezing himself between the two as Ben cups his forehead, the gun still smoking in Dean's hand. Castiel watches Sam's wet eyes and Dean's horrified face. He's not used to seeing them scared, the Winchesters, and it was disturbing to see, even though he realises they were just human and it was a natural emotion to feel. The brothers watch Ben remove his hand off his forehead, not a scratch in sight, the bullet resting in his palm.

"Huh, didn't think you had the balls to shoot me," Ben shrugs, then casually throws the bullet over his shoulder. "I did warn you-"

"Ben, please," Sam begs, puppy eyes and all.

Soldier Boy kisses his teeth, hands on his hips, "I don't know, Sammy Boy, didn't your daddy teach you that every action had consequences?"

"But he didn't know-"

"He did, he broke his hand like a fucking pussy when he punched me," Soldier Boy said, grabbing Sam by the shoulder, about to move him to the side when he spun around and grabbed Castiel by the collar, the Angel holding up his blade in the air.

"What're you doing, you little fairy?" Soldier Boy snarled, shaking the angel, his feet just barely touching the floor as Castiel tried to free himself.

"Ben, stop, please!" Sammy was now crying, distraught and exhausted. Dean standing behind him, staring down at his gun and his swollen hand, heart slamming against his ribcage and ears ringing with the close-range shot.

Soldier Boy lowered his hand, the one on Castiel's collar without letting go, so now the Angel was held by the neck on the floor, trying to get up but failing to pull away from the man's iron-grip. Soldier Boy turned around, dragging the angel with him, like a rag doll.

"You want me to stop?" Soldier boy asked Sam, who nodded, lower lip trembling.

"I'll stop if you give me a kiss,"

Dean's eyes widened, arm raising to shoot him in the face again when Sam leaned forward, hands on Soldier Boy's shoulders, and kissing him on his cheek. Dean's heart dropped, doom kissing the back of his neck and wrapping itself around his lungs.

As soon as Sam's chapped lips pressed against Ben's cheek, he let the angel go. Sam grabbed his brother by the arm, walking around the man and waiting for Castiel to get back on his feet, eyes still on Soldier Boy in case he changes his mind and decides he wasn't done playing with them.

Soldier Boy watches them with amusement as they slowly back off, leaving him alone. He snorts, shaking his head, suddenly feeling thirsty. He finds the fridge, swinging the thing open, he grabs a beer and cracks it open with his thumb, taking a big gulp. He hums, smacking his lips. He still feels thirsty, but he thinks that beer will do for now, when he knows the only thing that will quench him is blood. It won't be any fun if he breaks them right now, after all, blood tastes sweeter when they finally realise there's no escape.

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[soldiersgirl]

all i want in life is to lay my head on soldier boys lap as he carefully strokes my hair as i yap about my day as he just grunts, trying to act all hard and tough

but secretly he's smiling because he loves quality time and enjoys the mundanity of life more than he cares to admit

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i don’t know how many times it was but i came to every paragraph😔

໑ৎ — thinking about SOLDIER BOY and his little spit–obsessed bunny girlfriend…

warnings: no plot smut, dry humping, daddy kink, use of ‘dad’ once, spit kink, teasing/mocking, lowkey pathetic reader (daddy!soldier boy x bunny!reader) 18+

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ben’s gone his whole life thinking he’s a sexual deviant, enjoying marking up his partners and taming them all into submission, loving the way he can get just about any woman to call him daddy.

but when he started seeing you, he found himself in new territory—unfamiliar territory.

ben didn’t realise how much he’d been missing out on until he met you. you’re filthy and just so unashamedly needy, unlike any woman he’s ever been with, and he just can’t get enough of it. the way you’re always begging for his fingers in your mouth with wide doe eyes or begging him to fill your mouth with his smokey, whiskey flavoured spit drives him wild. you’re insatiable, and it's like you’re his own personal slice of heaven, letting him use you in any way he pleases.

he loves the way you so shamelessly sit perched upon his lap, bouncing around in front of him, so needy and wanton, with your pretty pleading eyes, round and glimmering with anticipation, like a little puppy in need of attention.

you eagerly grind down onto his lap in just your t-shirt and panties, rubbing your swollen tumescent cunt against his hardened length. your puffy folds spread apart over the thick bulge, desperately searching for friction against his sweatpants. he watches you with a mixture of amusement and need, your filthy fucking antics setting his body on fire.

ben meets your eyes, seeing the way they’re already droopy. “bunny, don’t look at me like that,” he chuckles, the rough sound reverberating in his chest. his hips buck up to meet your movements, and you feel him rubbing the hard line of his cock against your slit. his large hands find your hips, grabbing ahold of them, his fingers digging into the plush skin, helping guide your movements.

your lips purse at his words, and ben rolls his eyes, his face gleaming in amusement at your little pout. he watches you open your mouth and stare right back at him with a childish petulant look on your face—waiting, watching expectantly.

ben’s face morphs into a cruel expression, a smirk that tugs up at his lips, making the corners of his eyes crinkle. a thick wad of his saliva lands on your tongue, filling your mouth with his taste. “swallow. now,” he says, his eyes boring into you. you do as you’re told and swallow, opening your mouth again to show him you’d done what he’d asked. your eyes search his with an eagerness that says, ‘i did it, look at me! tell me i did good!’

ben revels in the needy look you're giving him, so pathetic and desperate; it’s almost laughable, and as much as he wants to kiss you senseless and knock that eager little look off your face by shoving his tongue down your throat, his need to remind you of his power over you wins.

he’s quick to force his fingers into your mouth, his middle and index pressing against your tongue, instead of giving you the praise you’re so obviously yearning for. he ignores the way your face falls momentarily as your brain tries to catch up with the intrusion of his meaty fingers. “suck,” he commands, his voice low, watching as your lips gingerly wrap around his digits. “be a good girl.”

you hum with your mouth stuffed full, and you lap at them with your tongue, soaking up the lingering taste of tobacco smoke on his fingertips. your greedy mouth sucks around his fingers so fervently that drool manages to escape from the corner of your lips, but ben’s keen eye catches it, and he wipes it away with his thumb before bringing it to his lips and cleaning your mess off his finger. “mmm, taste so pretty, bunny,” he croons, his voice a low hum.

your lips pull into a smile around his salty fingers, and your hips continue to meet, rubbing your heat against each other, both of you getting more worked up as your panties grow wetter and wetter. ben’s cock dribbles out precum into his boxers, and the thin material of his sweatpants starts to darken from your arousal, leaving a little wet patch on his lap.

ben’s breathing gets heavier as he watches you engulf his fingers completely, doing just what he asked—submitting to him. the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingertips sends all his remaining blood rushing south, only making his cock swell more. he slowly pulls his fingers out from the wet warmth of your mouth, his eyes locked on a string of saliva still connected to his fingertip and your lips.

“fuck, baby. such a messy girl,” ben huffs, slightly in adoration, slightly mockingly. his hand moves down to your throat, just resting on the side of your neck, feeling your pulse rapidly beat under his calloused skin. his thumb rubs over the column of your throat, letting his eyes flicker between yours and your mouth.

“daddy,” you whine, “please…”

your petulant little pout and the tone of your voice make ben’s dick twitch between your folds. it’s pathetic, the way he takes you apart so easily. “use your words, bun. c’mon. please what, huh?” he asks, the mockery still laced thick in his tone. his eyes glimmer with mirth and linger on the dribble on your lips and chin. he loves it, seeing you all wet and dishevelled for him. it drives him mad in the best fucking way.

he knows he’s whipped. and he doesn’t even fucking care.

“i want your tongue,” you tilt your head eagerly for him, your eyes searching his, silently pleading for something, anything; just a little gesture of softness, something to quell the burning need that pools in your core.

“oh, yeah? baby wants my tongue? for what?” he taunts, his warm hand giving your neck a squeeze, smirking as a soft noise bubbles up from low in your throat.

“ben—”

“try again,” he cuts you off, correcting you instantly.

“daddy,” you huff out sulkily, “kiss me.”

a calculated grin grows on ben’s lips at your whiny demand, the amusement written all over his face. “kiss you? darlin’, i don’t know if you deserve to be kissed.”

he has to hold back a laugh as he watches your face sullen even more, your sweet features pulled down by the expression. you look silly, your face all contorted and grouchy because he won’t give in, despite the both of you knowing he wants nothing more than to kiss you until you’re breathless.

“c’mon, babygirl. don’t give me that look. you’re too pretty to pout like that.” ben gives your neck another warning squeeze before letting go and gently grabbing your chin instead, tilting your face up to meet his head-on. his eyes fall over your face, analysing you, enjoying the way you reluctantly meet his intense gaze. he hums in thought, brushing his thumb over your pout, as if to soothe it away.

you take the small gesture in good faith and kiss the pad of his thumb softly, before gingerly taking it between your lips. your tongue laps at it with your sulky little puppy dog eyes watching him tentatively, like he’s going to pull away and tell you off. 

but ben lets you suck on his thumb, watching it pacify your needy behaviour. you’re such a damn baby, he thinks.

a groan rumbles up from deep in his chest, like you’ve yanked it straight from his lungs with your sweet ministrations. your droopy eyes stay locked on his in the most filthily deplorable way—like a little puppy begging for attention, sucking up to its owner in hopes of a treat. it’s so pathetic and pitiful, but it’s just how ben likes his women.

your tongue circles his thumb, teasingly so, like you're offering a show of what you can give him if he’d just play nice. a shameless moan escapes past your lips, hurling straight into his ears and landing down in his core. you feel ben twitch against your weeping heat again, the desire growing rampant between you.

“yeah, good girl. just like that. my sweet little slut knows just what to do, doesn’t she?” ben coos tauntingly, letting the smooth words fall from his mouth.

the friction from your grinding slowly builds a pressure in your lower stomach; a fiery heat simmers from your clit rubbing against him, your slick entrance squeezing around nothing. ben feels your pretty little cunt fluttering for him, and he huffs; he knows just how to get you open and ready to take his chubby cock.

the tension keeps growing between you, and so does the friction, as you salaciously suck his thumb, like it’s a pacifier or dummy, keeping your mouth busy instead of whining like he knows you’d be doing otherwise. your wide pleading eyes beg for more as you let drool spill from your mouth. his blown-out green eyes follow the spit, and he so badly wants to clean it up with his tongue, but he doesn’t. you’re such a needy little fucking tease, and yet, he refuses to give in to you.

when ben pulls his hand back, another petulant pout grows on your lips again. he tuts his tongue against his teeth. “be good, bunny, and maybe you’ll get that kiss, yeah?”

you huff in response and whine. “i am good,” you try to argue back, dying for his thumb back or tongue—hell, anything—to pacify your damn oral fixation.

ben lets out a hearty chuckle at your whinging, his eyes locked on your tongue licking up the stray saliva spilt around your swollen lips. “bun, you’re a tease. a brat who just can’t help herself. you’re lucky i think you’re so goddamn pretty, ‘specially with those twinkling cocksucking eyes of yours, sweets.”

your eyes light up at his foul words, and the pout on your lips dissipates a little, morphing into a small strange sheepish smile. ben watches the way you react, and he decides to let up a smidge, “alright, fine. c’mere. give daddy a kiss. a proper one. none of that goldfish peckin’ bullshit. i've taught you better.”

his words go over your head; you’re too in a state to care. you’re quick to attach your lips to his, parting them to allow his tongue to tangle with yours, letting him lead the dance in your mouth. your body continues to move itself, grinding your soaked cunt even harder into his lap. his sloppy kisses and the way he leads the kiss so dominantly send sparks flying throughout your body, making your pretty little clit twitch in your drenched underwear. you moan carnally into his mouth, not caring at how your attitude has faded into sheer desperation or how smug you know it’s making him.

ben rolls his hips up into yours firmer, his sensitive length nudging apart your pussy lips completely, rubbing against you in the most heavenly way. he takes over, one hand scrunched in your hair, the other on your hip, guiding you to hump his erection like the sweet bunny you are.

and so you roll your hips, meeting his, and your mind clouds over entirely, your whinging little girl act completely placated by ben and his thick fucking cock pressing against you. he grunts, feeling all self-satisfied, at how easily he’s managed to dismantle you—and your pitiful fucking attitude—just by kissing you and rubbing your clit a little.

you whine into the kiss, hastily humping your hips into ben’s. he doesn’t call you bunny for nothing. your body shivers as the coil tightens in your stomach, your needy cunt twitching and tightening around nothing, weeping into your panties, begging to be stretched out by the supe’s stupendous girthy length.

you’re so goddamn reactive to him; he feels your arousal drenching his sweatpants further, the same way your spit drools out of your attached mouths, coating the bottom half of your faces. you're a mess, and you just can’t help it.

he breaks the kiss, earning a grunt from you in protest as you chase his lips.

“mmm… bun, no,” he pulls his head back, panting slightly. “be a good girl. c’mon, make yourself cum on daddy’s lap. let dad see how good it feels, yeah?”

his vulgar words of mock encouragement send chills right down to your puffy little cunt. you rub yourself against him faster and faster, curling your fingers into his shoulders to keep yourself upright. the pleasure builds in your core; you’re so close to toppling over the edge. your jaw hangs open while your sweet noises bubble up your throat, and ben can’t help but think how adorable you are, how desperate and cockdrunk you look, and you’re not even bouncing on it like a good little bunny yet. you’re just such a good girl—exactly what a rough boorish man like him needs.

ben brings his hand to your throat again, though roughly gripping at it this time, like he’s helping squeeze out your sweet melodic sounds of pleasure. “yeah, bunny. look at you. s’that feel good, baby? rubbing on daddy like that?” he coos, the mockery still blatantly dripping from his tone.

his mean taunting words make your pretty cunt flutter. he tightens his grip around your neck, stifling your breath slightly, making your mewls sound choked and weak. your nails dig into his shoulders as you grind, and you wonder how he’s not losing composure the same way you are. you slowly nod in response to his question, like a good little doll, and try to meet his eyes through your heavy-lidded ones.

“yeah? c’mon, babygirl. show daddy what a sweet girl you are for me. cum, bunny, cum.”

he talks down to you like an owner speaks to their dog, but somehow, that does it for you and your cockdrunk hazy brain. a wave of pleasure crashes over you; your pussy clenches and twitches as you ride out your high, still humping his lap. what a good little bunny. your tired thigh muscles spasm, exhausted from the overexertion.

your sweet sighs of pleasure are music to ben’s ears. his dick twitches underneath you, completely soaked by your arousal and juices from your orgasm, drenching through his sweats and boxers, and his dick threatens to spill right there into his pants at the sight and feel of you coming undone, but he keeps himself from letting go just yet.

“there you go. jesus, that never gets old, does it? look at you, bunny. such a good girl for daddy. makin’ a mess on my fuckin’ pants, aye?” he laughs, watching your flushed face scrunch in ecstasy.

your twitching hips finally come to a still against his. you settle in the warm wetness of his lap, and the friction of your underwear against your sensitive clit makes you squeak. ben grins as the sound hits his ears, and he squeezes your neck, forcing more pretty sounds from you.

he seizes the opportunity and spits a wad of saliva into your agape mouth. it lands perfectly on your tongue, blessing your tastebuds with his sweet and smokey taste, and it's so disrespectful, but it still manages to make your eyes roll back into your head, which makes ben huff out a laugh, the sound low and winded.

“you with me, toots?” he asks, gently smacking your cheek with his free hand, ridiculing you for your lack of cognisance. “was just a little orgasm, doll. don’t be all pathetic now.”

“daddy,” you whine out, your voice hoarse from panting in and out of your open mouth. your rounded eyes blink up at him as his saliva spills out the side of your mouth before you manage to swallow it, still entirely too hazy to really fathom what he’s saying.

ben tuts at you. “wasting my spit again, bun? you know i don’t like that,” he huffs out, still slightly winded, and grips your throat harder, earning another surprised squeak from you.

you shake your head, meeting his eyes with your own blown-out droopy ones. “no, m’sorry. please give me more.”

ben narrows his eyes at you, weighing up his options in his head, but ultimately he decides you’ve been good enough, doing what he says and doing it obediently, and it makes him proud—he’s trained you well.

“open then, sweetheart,” he finally says, his gaze falling over your face and your swollen mouth.

your lips part instantly, and another glob of spit lands on your tongue. you roll it around in your mouth for him to see before you swallow, keeping your eyes locked on him. he feels the movement of your throat under his palm.

“atta girl, swallowing like that for daddy. my pretty bunny,” ben murmurs with his thick gravelly tone. a smirk spreads across his face as he pulls yours towards him, the motion rough and unforgiving. “my good little pet, yeah? you’re my good girl, always doing what i say. fuckin’ good little thing, you are. you know how to make your old man proud.”

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[eternallyordinary]

"He Belongs to You", Part 20

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Summary: Waking up lost and chained, you realize revenge isn't always served sweet.

Warnings: language, blood, death, violence, kidnapping, mental illness

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Your head pounds. A dull, unrelenting ache spreading behind your eyes.

The air around you is thick and damp. You can smell the tang of rust and something pungent—the unmistakable stench of decay. It clings to your skin, settles in your lungs. Makes your stomach turn.

Your body feels heavy, weighed down by something far worse than exhaustion. When you try to move, an icy jolt shoots through your limbs—cold metal biting into your wrists and ankles. Chains. Fucking fabulous.

They’re too tight, you wouldn’t be surprised if they were cutting off your circulation already. Panic begins to rise, creeping up your throat like bile, but before you can fully grasp the horror of your situation—

A voice cuts through the darkness.

“Ahh, you’re awake.”

It’s smooth, calm. But there’s something worse lurking beneath the surface—satisfaction.

Whoever this is, they’ve been waiting for this moment. You can hear it in their voice.

They pivot toward a small metal table, their movements slow, deliberate. Fingers curl around a medical instrument—its surface dull and crusted with flakes of rust, like it hasn’t been touched in decades… or sanitized ever.

The sound it makes scraping against the table sends a chill down your spine.

The figure steps forward, wearing a mask. Black. Featureless. Eerie. A faceless stranger with complete control over your well being.

Oh, what you would give to show him something about control.

You force yourself to stay still. Stay calm. Stay aware, you tell yourself. You can’t let him sense your fear.

“Who the fuck are you?”

They tilt their head at the question, almost amused. And then fingers curl under the edges of the mask, peeling it away. Revealing a face that is—

Nothing to you.

No recognition. No familiarity. A complete stranger.

Your brows knit together as you stare, trying to place him. You try to convince yourself you must have seen him somewhere.

At the mall? At the gym? On the street? But deep down, you know the truth. You’ve never seen him before in your life.

And somehow, that makes it so much worse.

“You don’t recognize me, beautiful?” His voice is almost teasing, like he’s enjoying this little game. “How would you? We’ve never met.”

The stranger reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear like he’s entitled to touch you. You jerk your head back.

“There, there,” he soothes, his tone mockingly gentle. “Let’s not get hostile. You’re my guest. Show some respect.”

“Your guest?” Your laugh is sharp, bitter. “You kidnapped me, you fucking psycho!”

“Well, I’m not sure your father—oh, I’m sorry—your boyfriend, would’ve allowed you to simply stop by.”

Your jaw tightens. Anger flares in your chest, white-hot. “Shut the fuck up,” you snap. “Why are you doing this?”

“Well…” He leans in slightly. “Why do you think I’m doing this?”

You stare at him, searching.

Is he really asking you to answer?

Before you can even decide, his hand lashes out. A brutal, open-handed slap across your face, the impact snaps your head to the side.

A sharp gasp rips from your throat as pain blooms across your cheek, the metallic tang of blood filling your mouth.

Guess that means yes.

“I just said—I have no fucking idea who you are.”

“Oh, I’m not deaf. I heard you,” he replies, tone venomous but eerily calm. “Now I want you to think. Why do you think you’re chained up in a fucking basement?”

Your brain scrambles, desperate for an answer. “I don’t know… you knew them?”

“Ding ding ding,” he says, mocking your effort with a twisted grin. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Who, exactly?”

“The guys who—I don’t know—Jimmy—”

Before you can finish, his hand snaps forward, wrapping around your throat in a bruising grip.

“You really are a clueless, selfish fucking bitch, aren’t you?” he growls, leaning in close. “Your mind only jumps to the people who hurt you… never to the ones you’ve hurt.”

His grip tightens, his breath hot against your cheek.

“Straighten up and think. Who the fuck am I, and who the fuck am I getting revenge for?”

"I haven't hurt anyone." You say, sure of it.

He releases your throat with a jerk, then begins pacing the room, manic and unhinged. The way his hands twitch, the way he mutters to himself—it reminds you of someone else you know.

“I know she didn’t—I know she didn’t know!” he rants to the empty air. “But she doesn’t care. Do you not get it?”

Your blood runs cold.

What the fuck.

He halts mid-stride, turning his head slowly toward you. His eyes are wild, unblinking.

Then he starts hitting himself in the head, hard, over and over, until you flinch against the chains restraining you.

And just as suddenly as it began, it stops.

He calmly lowers himself beside you, wearing an eerily calm smile—like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just have a full-blown psychotic episode.

“Sorry about that,” he says cheerfully. “He was always the nice one. The forgiving one. I’m not so forgiving, as you can see.”

“Who?” your voice cracks, frantic. “Please—tell me who you’re talking about. What you’re talking about—”

“You’re the reason he’s dead.”

Your heart slams into your ribs.

“Who?!” you scream.

He grins wider, as if he’s been waiting for this.

“Eli." The name hits you like a bullet to the chest.

Your mind reels back—Eli. The rooftop party. He was kind. Gentle. He made you laugh. He didn’t deserve what happened to him. Didn't deserve what Homelander did.

You tried to forget. Tried to tuck the memory deep into a corner of your mind where it wouldn’t haunt you. But the truth is—you didn’t forget. Couldn't forget. Not just because it was fresh, but because deep down, you knew. You knew If you hadn’t gone to that party… if you hadn’t spoken to him that night… Eli would still be alive.

The stranger watches you closely, reading every flicker of your expression.

“I’m Andrew, by the way,” he says casually. “I’m Eli’s brother. He’s been telling me a lot about you. It’s so nice to finally meet.”

Your breath hitches. “What? He’s alive?”

Andrew’s smile turns strange. “No. I’m just like you.”

Just like you?

“My parents injected me with Compound V when I was an infant,” he says, leaning back like he’s telling some quaint story. “Won some fucking raffle. Can you believe that? Won the prize of altering their kid’s entire brain chemistry. Funny, right?”

He laughs. But it’s not funny. It’s unhinged.

“They definitely regretted it. Once they saw what my power was? They were terrified. They didn’t make the same mistake with Eli. Just me. The family fuck-up. The black sheep. The one who's spent most of his life locked up in a mental facility.”

You’re trembling, but your voice somehow finds its way out.

“What… what’s your power?”

He lights up like a child.

“Oh. I forgot to mention that, didn’t I?” He leans in, his voice soft and proud. “I can speak to the dead!”

Your eyes widen. You didn’t even know that was possible. Compound V had never been associated with anything… supernatural.

“When my grandma died, I started talking to her. In my room, in the corners, wherever she was. My parents thought I was just mentally ill. So off to the psych ward I went. A special one, for supes like me.”

His voice turns wistful. “Eli was the only one who made an effort. He drew me pictures. Visited with our mom when she could bear the sight of me. And when he got old enough, he came on his own. Called me every day. Played chess with me. God, he's so good at chess.”

His tone shifts. “Then one day… he appeared. In my room. Out of nowhere.”

His eyes go glassy. “That’s when I knew. He was gone. Dead. But to me? It didn’t feel that different. I still see him. Still play chess. But knowing he’ll never have a family, never run the Boston marathon, never just… live?”

He looks down. “That part makes me sad.”

You swallow. “I know… it is sad.”

He perks up at that. “I’m glad you agree.”

Then he smiles again—too wide, too calm.

“So, I decided to come find you.”

Your stomach turns.

“I broke out of the hospital. I feel a little bad—I killed my nurse, Ms. Sherry. She was sweet. But don’t worry. I already spoke to her. She forgives me. Thank God.”

You try to keep your voice steady, choosing every word carefully.

“I didn’t kill Eli. I wouldn’t have hurt him.”

Andrew nods, almost understanding. “Oh, I know. Homelander did. But I can’t kill him. So…”

He smiles again, tilting his head like a doll.

“I’ll just kill you.”

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