#soldier boy

[whisperingdaze]

“c’mon baby, one more time, i know you can do it.” soldier boy murmured against your thighs.

you can barely keep your eyes open as you look down towards him between your legs and arms around your thighs so you can’t move. his locked onto yours.

“ts too much, i can’t.” you whimpered, tears running down your cheek from how many orgasms he had pulled out of you.

you felt pure bliss, he had been eating you out like a starved man for so long. the overstimulation was hitting you hard, you were so sensitive that it felt painful but it was overpowered by the pleasure you felt. it was an overwhelming feeling but you needed it, craved it so you didn’t want him to stop

soldier boy chuckles “just one more pretty girl, thats all i want.”

he went back down to sucking harshly on your clit and licking strips up and down your swollen pussy. he gathered your slick on his fingers and easily slid two fingers into your dripping pussy and started to slowly pump them in and out to coerce that last orgasm out of you.

you can’t say anything other than his name on repeat, your so out of it. you can feel yourself reaching your climax, your hands went straight to his messy brown hair and pulled it in every direction so you had something to hold onto them and keep you grounded as you bucked your hips up into his mouth and came.

you let out a strangled moan as your last orgasm washes over you, all the strength in your body was gone and you were fighting to keep your eyes open. everything after that was a blur to you.

“you did so good for me, sweetheart.” soldier boy cooed.

[duttisart]

❤️💙

[lila-lou]

✨His second exception - Pt. 30/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, FLUFF

Word Count: 9308

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 30 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙

„I fed her”, Ben mumbled a little while later, his voice a mixture of gruffness and an unmistakable hint of pride. He moved to sit carefully on the edge of the bed, close enough that his broad frame seemed to take up all the space. He leaned back slightly, his arms crossing as though to downplay the weight of what he was saying. “Didn’t drop her, either”.

You couldn’t help the weak laugh that escaped your lips, though it came with a wince from the soreness in your chest. “You fed her?”, you asked softly, looking up at him with tired but amused eyes. “Did you… enjoy it?”.

He glanced at you, his lips twitching like he was trying to suppress a smirk. “I wouldn’t go that far”, he muttered, though the slight puff of his chest gave him away. “But I got the job done. She didn’t cry. Didn’t puke on me, either. So, yeah, I’d call it a win”.

Your smile widened, your fingers brushing against the baby’s soft cheek as she shifted slightly in your arms, letting out a tiny sigh.

“I’m proud of you”, you whispered, your voice soft and full of warmth as you looked up at Ben. Your tired eyes, so full of emotion, locked with his, and for a moment, he couldn’t look away. They were the same eyes that had always undone him—the ones that somehow made him feel seen in a way no one else ever had. Now, they were reflected in your daughter, and that connection hit him harder than he’d ever admit.

Ben’s jaw tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He didn’t respond right away, didn’t deflect with a sarcastic remark or a muttered grumble like he usually would. Instead, something in his expression shifted, his tough exterior cracking just enough to let something softer show through.

Without a word, he leaned in, one large hand coming up to cup your face as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was warm and firm, yet careful, as though he was afraid to hurt you in your fragile state. It wasn’t hurried or dramatic—it was quiet, steady, and real, full of relief and the unspoken things he couldn’t put into words.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for a moment, his green eyes half-closed as he let out a quiet sigh. “You scared the shit outta me, you know that?”, he muttered, his voice low and rough, tinged with something that sounded suspiciously like vulnerability.

You smiled faintly, your fingers brushing against his stubbled jaw. “I’m sorry”, you whispered.

Ben shook his head slightly, his lips brushing your forehead in a gesture so uncharacteristically tender it made your chest tighten. “Don’t”, he mumbled, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t apologize. You made it. That’s what matters”.

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, his gaze scanning your face like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. “I’m glad you made it out alive”, he said, his words gruff but weighted, spoken in the way only Ben could. “And not just ‘cause of her”. He glanced briefly at the baby in your arms, then back at you, his expression hard to read but undeniably sincere. “You’re tougher than anyone I’ve ever met, and… I can’t lose you. Not now. Not ever”.

Your throat tightened at his words, and all you could do was nod, your tears blurring your vision as you whispered, “I’m not going anywhere”.

“Damn right you’re not”, Ben muttered, his tone softening as his hand brushed against your cheek one last time. Then, with a faint smirk, he leaned back, crossing his arms over his broad chest as if to shake off the moment. “But don’t think this means I’m letting you off easy. You’re still not lifting a damn finger until I say so”.

You laughed weakly, shaking your head as you looked down at your daughter. “Bossy as ever”.

“Someone’s gotta keep you in line”, he shot back, though the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes betrayed the warmth behind his gruffness.

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the hum of monitors and the soft breaths of your sleeping daughter, you felt a fragile but undeniable sense of peace. You had made it, against all odds. And with Ben by your side, you knew you could handle whatever came next. Together.

The hours passed slowly, but they felt oddly peaceful. You sat propped up in bed, your body still too weak to do much more than hold Aria while Ben stayed close by. The quiet moments felt surreal, the weight of your daughter in your arms grounding you even as your head swam with exhaustion. Your infusions continued to drip steadily, keeping you hydrated and stabilized, though the thought of real food or even water seemed impossible in your current state.

Breastfeeding had been the plan, something you’d looked forward to, but now the idea felt so distant. You knew it wasn’t an option—not yet. You felt a pang of disappointment, but Ben had quickly brushed off your worries earlier, muttering something about how the formula was “just fine” and that Aria was already thriving because of you. It was one of his gruff reassurances, the kind only he could pull off.

Eventually, the soft creak of the door announced Dr. Collins’ return. She stepped in with her clipboard, her usual composed demeanor softening when she saw you awake, holding your daughter. “Good to see you sitting up”, she said warmly as she approached the bed. “You’re looking much better”.

“Still feel like I got hit by a truck”, you replied, your voice hoarse but laced with humor. Ben snorted softly beside you, shaking his head.

Dr. Collins smiled, glancing at Aria as she moved closer. “Well, considering everything you’ve been through, I’d say you’re recovering remarkably well. And how’s she doing?”, she asked, gesturing to the tiny baby nestled in your arms.

“She’s…”, you paused, glancing down at the baby’s peaceful face. “Aria”, you corrected softly, looking back at Dr. Collins. “Her name is Aria”.

Dr. Collins nodded, her expression softening further. “Aria. A beautiful name for a strong little girl”.

Ben shifted slightly in his chair, his arms crossed, but his gaze flicked down to Aria, his lips pressing into a faint line as if trying to hide the swell of pride the name brought him.

“She’s healthy”, Dr. Collins continued, glancing at her clipboard. “She’s small, yes, but perfectly healthy. Her breathing is strong, her reflexes are normal, and all her initial tests came back clear”.

You let out a shaky breath of relief, your grip on Aria tightening slightly. “That’s all that matters”, you murmured.

Dr. Collins hesitated, her eyes flicking between you and Ben. “There is one thing I wanted to discuss”, she said carefully. “The blood tests we ran revealed that Aria has a significant amount of Compund V in her system”.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt Ben tense beside you. “What does that mean?”, you asked, your voice quiet but firm.

“At the moment”, Dr. Collins said quickly, “she’s showing no signs of powers or abnormalities. But with that level of V in her blood, it’s likely that she’ll develop abilities as she grows. We’ll monitor her closely, but for now, she’s stable. There’s no immediate concern”.

Ben’s jaw clenched, his green eyes narrowing as he glanced at Aria. “So, what, we’re supposed to just wait around and see if she… what? Shoots lasers out of her eyes? Flies off into the damn ceiling?”.

“Ben”, you said softly, your voice cutting through his frustration. He looked at you, his expression hard but quieting under your steady gaze. “She’s fine. She’s healthy. That’s what matters”.

Dr. Collins nodded in agreement. “Exactly. There’s no reason to worry at this stage. We’ll keep an eye on her development, but for now, she’s just a normal, healthy baby”.

Ben grunted, leaning back in his chair as he ran a hand through his hair. “Normal”, he muttered under his breath, though his gaze softened as it landed on Aria again. “Yeah, sure. Normal”.

You looked down at your daughter, her tiny fingers curling around your thumb as she shifted slightly in her sleep. “Thank you, Dr. Collins”, you said, your voice trembling with gratitude.

Dr. Collins gave a small smile. “You’re welcome. I’ll leave you all to rest, but I’ll be back to check on you later”.

As she left the room, the silence settled again, and Ben let out a long breath. He glanced at you, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Aria, huh?”.

You smiled weakly, brushing a finger across Aria’s cheek. “You picked it too”, you murmured.

Just as Ben’s faint smirk began to fade, Aria stirred in your arms, her little fists clenching softly as her mouth opened and closed in tiny, insistent motions. A faint whimper escaped her lips, signaling her hunger. You looked down at her, your heart swelling despite your exhaustion.

“She’s hungry”, you murmured, your voice filled with warmth and determination. You glanced at Ben, your tired eyes meeting his sharp green ones. “I want to feed her”.

Ben’s expression immediately hardened, his brows furrowing. “You’re too weak”, he said flatly, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he shook his head. “You can barely hold her, let alone feed her”.

“Ben, I’m her mom”, you said softly but firmly, the weight of your words making him falter. “I want to do this”.

He huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Yeah, and I’m the one who’s been making sure you stay alive”, he muttered. “You’re not gonna keel over just because you feel like playing mom right now. Let me do it”.

You glared at him, though the exhaustion in your body made it less effective than usual. “Ben, I’m not asking”, you said, your voice trembling slightly but full of resolve. “She’s my daughter, and I want to feed her. Now, please, ring for the nurse”.

Ben clenched his jaw, his gaze flicking between you and Aria as she whimpered again, her little hands curling tighter. He let out a frustrated sigh before standing and pressing the call button on the wall. “Fine”, he grumbled, his tone clipped. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you pass out mid-bottle”.

A few moments later, the nurse entered the room, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to Ben’s simmering irritation. “She’s hungry”, you said, offering a small, tired smile. “Could you please bring us some formula?”.

“Of course”, the nurse replied with a nod, quickly leaving to retrieve the bottle.

Ben leaned against the wall, his arms still crossed as he watched you with a mix of exasperation and concern. “You’re stubborn as fuck, you know that?”, he muttered, his voice low.

“Wonder where I got it from”, you shot back, giving him a faint smile that made his lips twitch despite himself.

The nurse returned with the bottle, handing it to you carefully. “Here you go”, she said softly, adjusting your pillows to give you more support. “Take your time, and let me know if you need help”.

“Thank you”, you said, your voice full of gratitude as you shifted Aria slightly in your arms, cradling her closer. Her tiny mouth found the bottle instinctively, latching on and beginning to feed with quiet, contented sounds.

Ben stayed silent, his sharp eyes watching your every move as though he expected you to collapse at any moment. But as you held Aria and fed her, a calmness washed over you, the bond between you and your daughter palpable in the quiet room.

“I told you I could do it”, you murmured after a while, glancing up at Ben with a triumphant smile.

He snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah”, he muttered, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re still not doing anything else. Feeding her’s all you get for now”.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, your focus returning to Aria as she continued to drink. Ben’s gaze softened as he watched the two of you, his irritation melting away as he leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the edge of the bed.

“You’re lucky she’s got your guts”, he said quietly, his voice rough but filled with a strange mix of pride and affection. “Kid’s already a fighter. Just like her mom”.

You looked up at him, your smile softening. “And her dad”, you whispered.

Ben didn’t respond, but the faint glimmer in his eyes said enough.

As the time came for Aria’s first diaper change and a fresh set of clothes—a soft onesie you’d picked out weeks ago, back when everything seemed simpler—you glanced up at Ben. You knew you were pushing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. “I want to do it”, you said softly, your voice tinged with a quiet plea.

Ben turned to you, his sharp green eyes narrowing immediately. “No fucking way”, he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You can barely sit up without looking like you’re about to keel over. Feeding her was enough. This? No. Not fucking happening”.

“Ben, I—”.

“No”, he growled, cutting you off. “You’re not moving a damn inch. Got it?”.

You sighed, biting back the urge to argue further. You could see the tension in his jaw, the protective edge in his tone. As frustrating as it was, you knew he wasn’t going to budge.

Moments later, the nurse entered the room, carrying the supplies needed for Aria’s diaper change. She gave you a kind smile before turning to Ben. “Alright, Dad”, she said, her tone upbeat. “You’re up”.

Ben’s eyes widened slightly as he straightened up, his hands going to his hips. “Me? The fuck do you mean, I’m up?”, he asked, glaring at the nurse as though she’d just insulted him.

The nurse smiled patiently, setting the supplies down on the foot of the bed. “You wanted her mom to rest, right?”, she said, raising an eyebrow. “That means it’s your turn. Don’t worry—I’ll guide you through it”.

Ben shot you a look, his expression a mix of annoyance and disbelief. “You’re really gonna make me do this?”, he muttered, though there was no real venom in his tone.

You smirked, leaning back against the pillows. “Your turn to shine… Dad”.

He grumbled something under his breath but moved to the foot of the bed, rolling up his sleeves like he was about to go into battle. The nurse handed him a clean diaper and some wipes, her tone cheerful as she began explaining the steps.

“Alright, first, you’ll need to undo her onesie and take off the old diaper”, she said, gesturing to Aria.

Ben hesitated, his large hands moving awkwardly as he fumbled with the tiny snaps on Aria’s onesie. “Christ, who makes these things so fucking small?”, he muttered.

As Ben finally managed to get the tiny onesie unsnapped and peeled off, he froze, staring down at Aria’s naked, squirming form. He let out a sharp snort, his lips twitching as he muttered, “She looks like a damn chicken”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, despite your exhaustion, the sound weak but genuine. “Ben!”, you said, a hint of scolding in your tone. “She’s a baby, not a chicken”.

He raised an eyebrow at you, then gestured toward Aria’s skinny little limbs and the way she wiggled, her tiny fists flailing in the air. “Look at her”, he said, his tone dry. “She’s got these scrawny legs, no meat on her bones. I’m just saying it like it is”.

The nurse stifled a laugh, shaking her head as she handed Ben a wipe. “Well, this little ‘chicken’ is your daughter, and she’s looking like she´s supposed to", she said, her tone light. “Now, focus. You’ve got a job to do”.

Ben rolled his eyes but returned his attention to the task at hand. He peeled back the old diaper, grimacing slightly as he got his first real look. “Alright, I take it back”, he muttered. “She’s not a chicken. She’s a little grenade. A fucking messy one”.

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh too hard. “Welcome to parenthood”, you teased.

Ben shot you a look but didn’t respond, instead taking the wipe and holding it awkwardly. The nurse guided him step by step, her voice calm and encouraging. “Always wipe from front to back”, she reminded him.

He froze, turning to you with an incredulous look. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”.

“It means don’t mess it up, Ben”, you said with a smirk. “It’s to avoid infections”.

He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Of course it’s complicated", before carefully wiping Aria, his massive hands moving with an unexpected gentleness. “Front to back”, he mumbled to himself, like he was committing it to memory.

When he was finished, the nurse handed him a clean diaper. “Now, slide this under her, fold it up, and secure the tabs. Snug, but not too tight”.

Ben had already pinched Aria’s tiny wrist gently between his thumb and forefinger, clearly intending to lift her up as though she were a doll, when the nurse quickly intervened.

“Whoa, no!”, she said, her voice firm but not unkind. She stepped forward, putting a hand out to stop him. “You don’t lift her like that. You need to support her back and neck”.

Ben froze, blinking at the nurse with a mix of confusion and irritation. “Well, how the fuck am I supposed to get the damn diaper under her, then?”, he muttered, glancing down at Aria, who squirmed blissfully unaware of her father’s struggle.

The nurse smiled patiently, demonstrating with her hands. “Here, let me show you. Slide one hand under her bottom, and your other hand under her back, like this. Then gently lift her just enough to slip the diaper underneath”.

Ben huffed, muttering something under his breath about “overcomplicated baby engineering”, but he followed her instructions, his large hands carefully cradling Aria’s fragile form. He lifted her with surprising gentleness, her tiny body barely moving as he slid the fresh diaper into place beneath her.

“There you go”, the nurse said encouragingly. “Now, lower her back down and secure the tabs”.

Ben did as instructed, his movements slightly awkward but undeniably careful. He fastened the tabs with a bit too much force at first, but the nurse quickly corrected him, guiding his hands to adjust the fit. When he was finally done, he leaned back, crossing his arms and looking down at his work with a critical eye.

“She doesn’t look like she’s about to fall apart”, he muttered. “Guess I didn’t screw it up”.

The nurse chuckled. “You did great. Now, let’s get her dressed”.

Ben groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he picked up the tiny onesie you’d chosen for Aria. “I’m starting to think babies were designed just to make adults look stupid”, he grumbled, holding up the onesie like it was a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

“Arms first, then legs”, the nurse said, smiling as she stepped back to let him work.

Ben sighed, his brows furrowing as he carefully maneuvered Aria’s tiny arms into the sleeves. His large hands fumbled slightly with the delicate fabric.

But the real problem came when it was time to deal with Aria’s legs. Her tiny limbs were scrunched up tightly against her body, as if she was perfectly content staying in her curled-up position. Ben stared down at her, his expression a mix of frustration and confusion.

“She’s like a damn pretzel”, he muttered, glancing at the nurse for guidance. “How the fuck am I supposed to get her legs in this thing if she won’t cooperate?”.

The nurse stifled a laugh, stepping closer to offer some advice. “That’s normal for newborns”, she said gently. “They’re used to being curled up in the womb. Just be gentle, and don’t force her legs straight. Guide them into the onesie one at a time”.

Ben sighed heavily, before he carefully held one of Aria’s tiny feet, his massive hand dwarfing her delicate limb, and tried to guide it into the onesie’s leg opening. The fabric bunched up awkwardly, and Ben growled in frustration.

“She’s fighting me”, he grumbled, shooting a glare at Aria as if she was doing it on purpose. “This kid’s got her mom’s stubbornness already”.

You couldn’t help but laugh weakly from the bed, watching the scene unfold. “She’s not fighting you, Ben”, you said, your voice soft but amused. “She’s just… tiny. And new to all of this”.

“Yeah, well, she’s winning”, he muttered, finally managing to get one of her legs into the onesie. He moved on to the other, his hands surprisingly steady despite his gruff demeanor. “This better get easier, or I’m hiring someone to do this part”.

The nurse chuckled. “You’re doing fine”, she reassured him. “It’ll get easier with practice”.

“Yeah, practice”, Ben grumbled. “Can’t fucking wait for that”.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to get Aria’s second leg into the onesie. He adjusted the fabric carefully, making sure it wasn’t twisted or bunched, and then fastened the tiny snaps with a level of concentration that would have been comical if it weren’t so endearing.

“There”, he said, leaning back to survey his work. “She’s dressed. And still alive”.

The nurse smiled warmly. “You did great, Dad. She looks very comfortable”.

Ben snorted, crossing his arms as he glanced down at Aria, who was now squirming contentedly in her fresh diaper and onesie. “She’d better be”, he muttered. “I just wrestled a chicken-sized octopus to make it happen”.

You let out a quiet laugh, your heart swelling as you watched him. “You’re a natural”, you said softly, your voice full of affection.

Ben turned to you, his green eyes softening slightly as he smirked. “Damn right I am”, he said gruffly. “But don’t think this means you’re off the hook. You’re taking over as soon as you can sit up without looking like you’re gonna pass out”.

“We’ll see”, you teased, leaning back against the pillows as you watched him pick up Aria with surprising gentleness. He cradled her in his arms, his expression softening as he looked down at her tiny face.

For a moment, the room was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the monitors. You could see the pride in Ben’s eyes, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud. He was figuring this out, one step at a time—and somehow, you knew he was going to be a great dad.

It started as a slight sniffle, but within moments, your emotions overwhelmed you. Tears began streaming down your face, and before you knew it, you were sobbing uncontrollably. You couldn’t hold it back, your chest heaving as you watched Ben holding Aria against his chest. The sight of him, so strong and rough around the edges, cradling your impossibly tiny daughter with such care—it was too much.

Ben’s head snapped toward you, his expression immediately shifting to one of alarm. “The hell’s wrong now?”, he asked, his voice sharp but edged with concern. “Did I do something? Did she do something?”.

You shook your head, unable to get any words out through your sobs. You tried to wipe at your face, but the tears just kept coming. “No—no, it’s… it’s just…”, you stammered, your voice breaking as you tried to explain. “It’s you. And her. And this. I can’t…”.

Ben blinked at you, his green eyes wide as he processed your words. For a moment, he looked like he might bolt, the sheer weight of your emotions clearly throwing him off. “Oh, for fuck’s sake”, he muttered under his breath, shifting Aria slightly in his arms as he stood awkwardly by the bed. “It’s the hormones, right? Collins said this would happen”.

You nodded, still sobbing as you reached out a hand toward him, your heart so full it felt like it might burst. “You’re so… you’re so good with her”, you choked out. “I didn’t think you’d be so—so perfect”.

Ben’s face flushed slightly, and he glanced down at Aria as if to deflect from your words. “Yeah, well”, he muttered, his voice gruff. “Don’t get used to it. I’m still figuring this shit out”.

But even as he tried to brush it off, you saw the way his arms tightened slightly around Aria, the way he glanced back at you with something softer in his eyes. He stepped closer to the bed, lowering himself into the chair beside you as you continued to cry.

“Christ”, he muttered, his tone softer now as he looked down at you. “You’re a fucking mess”.

“I know”, you wailed, covering your face with your hands. “I can’t help it”.

Ben sighed, shaking his head as he leaned forward slightly, holding Aria against his chest with one hand while his other hand reached out to brush against yours. “Hey”, he said, his voice low but steady. “It’s alright. You’re allowed to cry. Just don’t drown the fucking kid in tears, alright?”.

You let out a watery laugh, wiping at your face as you tried to calm down. “I’m sorry”, you whispered. “It’s just… seeing you with her, it’s everything”.

Ben huffed, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Don´t go writing me a damn poem about it”, he said, though his tone lacked its usual sharpness. He looked down at Aria, his expression softening as she shifted slightly against him, her tiny hand brushing against his chest. “But I guess… she’s not so bad. For a chicken”.

That made you laugh again, a weak but genuine sound that cut through the haze of your emotions. “She’s not a chicken, Ben”, you said, your voice trembling but warm.

“She’ll always be a little chicken”, he muttered, glancing back at you. His green eyes held a rare warmth, the kind he usually kept hidden. “And you’re gonna be fine. Both of you”.

It wasn’t even 7 in the morning when Ben stirred beside you. His eyes were still closed, his body heavy with the kind of exhaustion only a few hours of sleep could bring, but his supe hearing had already kicked in. He caught the faint murmur of voices outside your hospital room—familiar ones.

“Is this the right room? They said it was this one, didn’t they?”, your mother’s voice carried through the corridor, a mix of excitement and nerves.

“I don’t want to barge in”, your father replied, though his tone betrayed the eagerness he was trying to hide. “But I’ll be damned if we wait any longer to see her and that baby”.

Ben groaned low in his throat, his arm tightening instinctively around you as he let out a muttered curse. “Your parents”, he grumbled, his voice rough with sleep. “Of course, they’re here already”.

You blinked awake slowly, your body still aching and weak, but your mind sharpening as you processed his words. “My parents?”, you mumbled, trying to sit up. “Already?”.

Ben cracked one eye open, his expression deadpan. “It’s barely sunrise, and they’re out there like it’s fucking Christmas morning”.

You sighed, leaning back against the pillows as you tried to summon the energy to face them. “They’re excited. They’ve been waiting for this as much as we have”.

Ben snorted, shifting slightly in the bed to sit up. “Yeah, well, they could’ve waited until after I’d had more than three hours of sleep”.

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the sight of him so grumpy and yet so protective. “Do you want to let them in, or should I?”.

Ben grumbled something unintelligible before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll get it”, he muttered. “Might as well make sure they don’t wake up half the damn hospital”.

He stood, running a hand through his messy hair as he made his way to the door. The sight of him— shirt rumpled from sleeping beside you, his usual tough exterior softened by the exhaustion of the past few days—made your chest tighten. He looked like a man who’d been through hell and back, but also like someone who’d fight that battle all over again if it meant keeping you and Aria safe.

Ben opened the door, his broad frame filling the doorway as he leaned against it, arms crossed. “You couldn’t wait a couple more hours?”, he said gruffly, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at your parents.

Your mother’s face lit up immediately, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she ignored his tone entirely. “Oh, Ben! Is she awake? Can we see her? How’s the baby?”.

Your father cleared his throat, clearly trying to keep things more composed. “Good to see you”, he said, though his gaze kept darting past Ben, trying to catch a glimpse of you inside the room.

Ben sighed, stepping aside to let them in. “Yeah, yeah, come on in”, he muttered. “But keep it down. She’s still recovering”.

The moment your parents stepped into the room, your mother rushed to your side, her hands flying to her mouth as she took in the sight of you. “Oh, sweetheart”, she said, her voice trembling. “You look so pale. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”.

You smiled weakly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “I’m okay, Mom. Just tired”.

Your father stood back slightly, his expression softer but no less emotional. “And the baby?", he asked, his voice quiet but full of anticipation.

“She’s perfect”, you said, your smile widening. “They kept her in the recovery room overnight to make sure she’s okay, but she’s healthy. She’s amazing”.

Ben leaned against the wall, watching the interaction with his usual mix of aloofness and quiet observation. Your mother turned to him suddenly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she put her hands on her hips. “And you”, she said, her tone sharp but affectionate. “You’ve been taking care of them, haven’t you?”.

Ben raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “What do you think?”, he said dryly, though his voice held no real edge.

Your mother softened immediately, stepping forward to give him a hug he clearly wasn’t prepared for. “Thank you”, she said quietly. “For being here. For everything”.

Ben froze for a moment, his arms hovering awkwardly before he patted her back stiffly.

Ben stiffly endured your mother’s hug, his hand patting her back awkwardly before she pulled away, her eyes glistening with emotion. He glanced over at you, his green eyes narrowing slightly, silently warning you not to say anything about what had really happened. You’d agreed—your parents didn’t need to know how close you’d come to not making it.

Your father stepped closer to you, his eyes scanning your face, then flicking briefly to Ben as if gauging how things had really been. “You said it was complicated”, he said carefully, his tone neutral but laced with concern. “But… you’re okay now? You sure?”.

“I’m okay, Dad”, you said softly, reaching out to take his hand. “It was just… a lot. But the doctors were incredible. And Ben…”. You glanced over at him, your smile faint but warm. “Ben’s been here the whole time”.

Ben snorted quietly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Yeah, well, not like I had anywhere better to be”, he muttered, his gruff tone doing little to hide the truth.

Your mother sat down on the edge of the bed, taking your other hand in hers. “You should’ve called us sooner”, she said, her voice trembling slightly. “If things were that complicated, we could’ve—”.

“We didn’t want to worry you”, you interrupted gently. “And it all happened so fast. There wasn’t really time”.

Your father frowned slightly but nodded, clearly still uneasy. “What kind of complications?”, he pressed. “You didn’t say much in your texts”.

You hesitated, your eyes flicking to Ben for support. He caught the look and straightened, his expression hardening slightly as he stepped forward. “The kind that aren’t worth dredging up now”, he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “She’s fine. The kid’s fine. That’s what matters”.

Your father’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t push further, his gaze shifting back to you. “As long as you’re okay”, he said quietly. “That’s all we care about”.

Your mother nodded quickly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And you’ll tell us if anything else comes up, won’t you?”, she asked, her voice full of worry.

“Of course”, you said, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “But we’re really okay now. I promise”.

Ben’s sharp green eyes shifted toward the door, his head tilting slightly as if listening to something in the distance. He smirked faintly, his arms still crossed over his chest. “Oh, here comes the chicken”, he muttered, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Your father frowned, clearly confused. “What chicken?”, he asked, glancing between you and Ben. “What’s he talking about?”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, shaking your head. “He calls Aria his little chicken”, you explained, your voice full of affection. “It’s his… nickname for her”.

Your mother blinked, her mouth dropping open slightly as she looked at Ben. “You call her a chicken?”, she asked, her tone hovering between disbelief and amusement. “That’s what you’re going with?”.

Ben shrugged, completely unfazed. “She’s tiny, squirmy, and she looks like one of those grill chickens when she’s all curled up”, he said gruffly. “Fits, doesn’t it?”.

Your father looked like he didn’t know whether to laugh or question Ben’s sanity, but before anyone could respond further, there was a soft knock at the door. Ben turned toward it just as a nurse peeked in, pushing a small bassinet into the room.

“Someone’s ready to come back to her mom and dad”, the nurse said with a warm smile, her hands gently maneuvering the bassinet into position beside your bed.

Your heart swelled at the sight of Aria, bundled snugly in a soft blanket, her tiny face barely visible beneath the swaddling. She was peaceful, her chest rising and falling with steady little breaths. You felt a lump rise in your throat, the overwhelming love you felt for her making it hard to speak.

Your mother gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh, she’s beautiful”, she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Look at her”.

Your father stepped closer, his usually reserved demeanor breaking as he leaned over the bassinet. “She’s so small”, he murmured, his voice full of awe. “But perfect”.

Ben moved to stand beside the bassinet, his broad frame towering over it as he glanced down at Aria. His expression softened, though he quickly masked it with a snort. “Told you”, he said, glancing at your father. “Chicken”.

Your father gave him a bewildered look, but before he could say anything, the nurse lifted Aria from the bassinet and handed her carefully to you. “Here you go, Mom”, she said gently. “She had a great night. Everything looks perfect”.

You cradled Aria against your chest, tears brimming in your eyes as you looked down at her tiny face. She stirred slightly, letting out a soft, contented sigh, and your heart felt like it might burst.

“She’s perfect”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “Absolutely perfect”.

Your mother leaned closer, her hand brushing lightly against Aria’s blanket. “She looks just like you when you were a baby”, she said softly.

Your father hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly as he glanced between you, Ben, and Aria. There was something cautious in his tone as he finally asked, “Anything… strange so far?”.

You froze for a moment, your breath catching as you looked up at Ben. The question lingered heavily in the air, and you saw Ben’s jaw tighten briefly before he rolled his eyes, letting out a low grumble.

“She didn’t laser-eye the fucking nurses, if that’s what you’re asking”, he said dryly, crossing his arms over his chest. “No flying off the bassinet, no glowing hands, no weird suped-up baby antics. Happy now?”.

Your father blinked, clearly startled by Ben’s bluntness, but your mother gave him a sharp look. “Oh, for heaven’s sake”, she said, her voice laced with exasperation. “We weren’t accusing her of anything, Ben. It’s just… with everything, you know…”. She gestured vaguely toward you and then back to Aria, her voice softening. “We’re just trying to understand”.

Ben snorted, shaking his head. “There’s nothing to understand. She’s fine. Just a regular, squirmy, chicken-sized kid”. His green eyes flicked to you, softening slightly as he added, “Right now, anyway”.

You gave him a faint smile, your fingers brushing against Aria’s soft cheek as you cradled her closer. “She’s healthy”, you said gently, looking back at your parents. “That’s all that matters right now. She’s just a baby”.

Your father nodded slowly, though his gaze lingered on Aria with quiet curiosity. “And if that changes?”, he asked, his voice steady but serious. “If she does… you know, show signs of something?”.

Ben sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “If that happens, we’ll deal with it”, he said firmly. “Not like we’ve got a choice, do we? But for now, she’s just a kid. No reason to make a big deal out of nothing”.

“Well, you might be bulletproof, but that doesn’t count for my daughter”.

Ben’s sharp green eyes snapped to your father, narrowing slightly as his jaw tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, he asked, his voice low, edged with warning.

Your father didn’t flinch, though he glanced briefly at you before answering. “It means”, he said carefully, “that if Aria develops some… abilities, and something goes wrong, it’s not you who’ll get hurt. It’s my daughter”.

“Dad”, you said softly, trying to cut through the growing tension, but Ben spoke over you.

Ben’s jaw twitched, but instead of snapping back like you expected, he took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He ran a hand through his messy hair, then turned his intense green gaze on your father, his tone calm but firm.

“She won’t hurt her”, he said quietly, yet the conviction in his voice filled the room. “I won’t let that happen”.

Your father’s brow furrowed, his skepticism evident, but Ben held his ground, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I know what you’re thinking”, Ben continued, his voice steady. “You think because I’ve got a history, because I’ve been on the wrong side of this shit, I don’t know what it’s like to protect people. To protect her”. He glanced at you, his expression softening briefly before his eyes returned to your father. “But you’re wrong. I know exactly what’s at stake. And no matter what happens with Aria—whether she’s got powers or not—I’ll make damn sure she’s in control. And that no one gets hurt”.

Your father’s eyes narrowed slightly, as though weighing Ben’s words carefully. “And how can you be so sure?”, he asked. “What if something happens that you can’t stop?”.

Ben didn’t waver. “Then I’ll figure it out”, he said firmly. “I’ve been around long enough to know how to handle supes, how to deal with powers. And more than that, I’ll teach her. If she has abilities, she’s gonna learn how to control them, how to use them if she has to—but never to hurt the people she loves”.

You swallowed hard, your heart swelling at the unexpected vulnerability in Ben’s words. He wasn’t just making promises—he was laying down a foundation for how he’d protect your family, no matter what.

“And as for your daughter”, Ben added, his gaze flicking to you with a softness that made your chest tighten, “nothing’s gonna happen to her. Not while I’m here. I won’t let it”.

Your father studied him for a long moment, his expression still skeptical but not as hard as before. Finally, he nodded slowly. “Alright”, he said, his voice quiet but firm. “I’ll hold you to that”.

Ben snorted softly, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “You can try”, he muttered. “But I don’t break promises”.

Your mother, who had been watching the exchange silently, stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on your father’s arm. “I think we all want the same thing”, she said softly, her eyes darting to you and Aria. “To protect her. And to make sure she grows up happy and safe”.

“She will”, you said, your voice trembling slightly as you looked down at your daughter.

Eventually, the tension in the room eased, and the atmosphere grew lighter. Your father seemed to relax a bit, though you could still see the lingering concern in his eyes. Ben leaned back against the wall, watching everything closely, his arms still crossed but his posture less rigid.

When the nurse brought in a tray of food for you, it became clear that sitting up was going to be a challenge. You felt the weakness in your body, but you were determined to try. Ben stepped forward, his instinctive protectiveness kicking in as he prepared to help.

But before he could, your father spoke up. “Let me help her”, he said, his voice quiet but steady.

Ben hesitated, his sharp green eyes flicking to you, then back to your father. For a moment, you thought he might argue, but then he stepped back, nodding slightly. “Fine”, he muttered. “Just don’t drop her”.

Your father shot him a look but didn’t respond, turning his attention to you instead. “Alright, honey”, he said softly, moving to your side. “Let’s take it slow”.

Ben hovered nearby, his gaze tracking every movement as your father carefully helped you shift upright. It took a few tries—your body still felt like it was made of lead—but with your father on one side and Ben subtly steadying you from the other, you managed to sit up. Your head spun slightly, and you felt your father’s grip tighten.

“You okay?”, he asked, his voice full of worry.

“I’m okay���, you said, your voice trembling slightly but full of determination. “Just… dizzy”.

“Let’s try to get you eating”, he said, picking up the tray and setting it in front of you.

Meanwhile, your mother sat on the other side of the room, holding Aria. The baby was bundled snugly in her arms, her tiny face peaceful and serene. Your mother’s eyes were bright with wonder as she rocked her gently. “She’s incredible”, she whispered, glancing at you with a soft smile. “You did good, sweetheart”.

You managed a few small bites, the warm food helping you feel a bit steadier, though your body still felt like it was moving in slow motion. You were hyper-aware of Ben in the room, standing near the wall but with his sharp eyes locked on your mother and Aria. His usual confidence seemed tempered with something quieter—protectiveness, perhaps, or the unease of trusting someone else with his daughter.

You glanced at him as you took another small bite, watching his hands twitch subtly at his sides. It was barely noticeable, but you caught it every time your mom shifted Aria in her arms—pulling the blanket higher, adjusting her tiny hat, or rocking her gently. Every movement seemed to set off some internal alarm in Ben, and though he didn’t move closer, you could see the restraint in his posture.

“Ben”, you said softly, your voice pulling his attention. He raised an eyebrow, his arms crossing tightly over his chest as he looked at you. “She’s fine”.

“I know”, he muttered, though his gaze flicked back to your mother almost instantly, his jaw tightening. “I just don’t like other people… handling her”.

Your father smirked slightly as he adjusted the tray in front of you. “She’s her grandmother”, he said lightly, though his voice held a hint of teasing. “Not exactly ‘other people’”.

Ben shot him a glare, but it lacked his usual bite. “Doesn’t mean I trust her not to drop the chicken”, he grumbled.

“Ben!”, you said, laughing softly despite your exhaustion. “My mom raised me just fine. I think she knows how to hold a baby”.

Ben raised an eyebrow at you, his lips twitching into a faint smirk as he muttered under his breath, “Think she might’ve dropped you a few times too often, though”.

“Ben!”, you exclaimed, though your voice was laced with laughter, your tired body shaking slightly from the effort. “That’s my mom you’re talking about”.

He shrugged, the smirk still lingering as he leaned casually against the wall. “I’m just saying, explains a few things”.

Your mother, who had clearly caught his muttering despite the low tone, turned her head to glare at him, though her lips twitched in amusement. “I heard that”, she said pointedly. “And for the record, I never dropped her. Not once”.

“Not once?”, Ben asked, his tone skeptical as he pushed off the wall and sauntered a step closer. His green eyes glinted mischievously, and he gestured toward you. “Not even when she was squirming around like a little chicken? Seems unlikely”.

Your mother arched an eyebrow, refusing to take the bait. “Not once”, she repeated firmly, her tone prim.

Ben’s smirk grew a fraction as he crossed his arms once more. “Funny”, he muttered toward your mom, “I had you pegged as the clumsy type. Always dropping my coffee or bumping into desks back in the day”.

Your mother froze for a moment, her mouth dropping open slightly in disbelief before she composed herself. “Excuse me?”, she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “I did not drop coffee, thank you very much. And that was a long time ago”.

Your dad snorted loudly, clearly unable to hold back. He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Oh, come on, sweetheart”, he teased, his grin widening. “You did it on purpose half the time. You were just trying to piss him off. You always said he deserved it for giving Monica all the pay raises and the easy jobs”.

Your mother’s cheeks flushed, but there was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she glanced at Ben. “Well”, she said, her voice dry, “I wasn’t wrong, was I? Monica was your favorite, after all”.

“Monica was good at her job”, he said defensively, though the edge in his voice was mild. “Most of the time”.

“Right”, your dad said, still chuckling. “Good at her job—or good at stroking your ego? Because from what I remember, the only thing Monica excelled at was making you feel… like the king of the tower”.

The atmosphere shifted slightly, but instead of turning tense, it remained surprisingly light. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound raspy but genuine. “I think you’ve been caught, Ben”, you teased, your voice weak but amused.

Ben’s smirk returned, sharper now, as he leaned a little closer, his green eyes glinting with his signature boldness. “I bet now everyone’s glad it was Monica and not you, huh?”, he said casually, his voice dripping with dry humor. “Would’ve been a little awkward if I’d first fucked you and then ended up with your daughter”.

The room went completely silent, the weight of his words landing like a bomb.

Your mother’s jaw dropped, her face flushing a deep crimson as she stared at him, utterly speechless. Your father blinked, his expression frozen somewhere between shock and disbelief.

“Ben!”, you exclaimed, your voice a mixture of horror and strained laughter. Despite how exhausted you were, you managed to swat weakly in his direction. “Oh my God, you can’t just say that!”.

“What?”, Ben replied, shrugging innocently, though the smug grin spreading across his face betrayed him. “I’m just saying. Could’ve been a lot messier”.

Your mother finally found her voice, though it came out as more of a strangled squeak. “That is not something you joke about!”.

Your dad, however, broke the silence with a deep, booming laugh, leaning back in his chair as he slapped his knee. “Well, he’s not wrong”, he said, grinning as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “Would’ve made for one hell of a family reunion”.

Your mother turned her glare to your father now, smacking his arm. “Don’t encourage him!”, she snapped, though her indignation was starting to crack under the sheer absurdity of the situation.

You buried your face in your hands, groaning loudly. “I can’t believe this is my life”. you mumbled, though there was a faint laugh hidden in your voice.

Your mother threw her hands up in exasperation, her glare darting between you and Ben. “Why is he like this?!”, she asked, her voice full of disbelief. Then, without waiting for an answer, she turned to Ben, her eyes narrowing. “Why are you like this?”.

Ben, entirely unfazed, smirked as he stepped forward, wiggling his fingers dramatically. “C’mon, it’s feeding time”, he said, his voice dripping with mock impatience. “Gimme my daughter”.

Your mother raised a brow, her grip on Aria tightening slightly as she rocked the baby against her chest. “Oh no, I don’t think so”, she said dryly. “You tainted mine; it’s only fair I’ve got yours now”.

Your dad choked on his laugh, quickly turning his head away to hide his grin as you let out a groan, burying your face in your hands again. “Mom!”, you exclaimed, your voice muffled but full of disbelief. “I’m sitting right here!”.

Ben’s smirk only widened, his green eyes glinting with amusement. “Tainted, huh?”, he said, raising an eyebrow at your mom. “Seems like it worked out pretty well for her. Don’t hear any complaints coming from that side of the bed”.

“Ben!”, you hissed, glaring at him with flushed cheeks. “You’re not helping!”.

Your mother’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, but she didn’t back down. Still holding Aria protectively, she raised her chin and shot Ben a look that could have stopped traffic. “Not helping? He’s not even trying to help”, she said sharply, though there was a faint, amused twitch at the corners of her lips. “He’s just making it worse, like always”.

“Worse?”, Ben repeated, arching a brow as he leaned casually against the wall, crossing his arms. “I’d say I’m making it more interesting. Admit it, the place was boring before I showed up”.

“Boring?”. Your mother scoffed, her voice climbing slightly. “I’ll take boring over you traumatizing my granddaughter with your ‘interesting’ any day”.

Ben snorted. “Oh, please. This kid’s going to have thicker skin than all of us put together. She’s not gonna blink at a little banter. Isn’t that right, chicken?”. He reached out, his large hands gently brushing the edge of the blanket Aria was wrapped in.

Just then, the door creaked open, and the nurse stepped into the room, carrying a small bottle of formula in her hand. She glanced around, her eyes landing on the group as she smiled warmly. “Alright”, she said, holding up the bottle, “who wants to feed her?”.

Ben immediately straightened, his green eyes snapping to the bottle. “Me”, he said gruffly, stepping forward without hesitation. He held out his free hand.

Your mother raised an eyebrow, her arms folding over her chest as she gave him a pointed look. “Oh, you’re volunteering for something now? How generous of you”.

Ben shot her a glare. “She’s my kid”, he said simply, his tone brooking no argument. “I’ll feed her”.

Ben sat down carefully on the edge of your bed, right beside you, his movements deliberate as he cradled Aria in one arm and held the bottle with the other. You knew him well enough to see through his act; he could have sat anywhere, but he’d chosen this spot so you could see your baby up close, even from your weakened position. He wouldn’t say it out loud, of course—he’d just let his actions speak for him, like always.

The nurse gave him an approving nod before slipping out of the room.

It was only the second time Ben had fed Aria, but despite the lingering awkwardness in the way he held her impossibly small body, he looked surprisingly confident. His large hands, so used to holding weapons or fists, now supported her tiny frame with a gentleness you wouldn’t have thought possible. There was a rough grace to it, like he was learning quickly, adapting as he went.

Aria squirmed in his arms, her little face scrunching up as she let out a series of soft, annoyed sounds. Her fists flailed weakly, and her tiny legs kicked against the blanket wrapped around her.

“Easy, chicken”, Ben muttered, his deep voice low but soothing as he shifted her slightly in his arms. “I’m getting it. Hold your horses”.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, his usual bravado toned down into something softer as he adjusted his grip on her. He tilted the bottle slightly, making sure it was positioned just right. Aria let out another tiny grunt before finally latching onto the nipple, her little mouth working furiously as she began to feed.

“There we go”, Ben murmured, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Told you I’ve got it”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

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[floralscented]

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[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Epilogue Coming On 01/19/2025

Just A Little Something 😉

One Year Later

“I still don’t understand why we need to have a realtor to look at apartments. Why can’t we just camp out in front of a nice apartment building and wait for an ambulance to wheel someone out like everyone else?” You huff looking down at you phone at the apartment listing that Ben was taking you to. “Or better yet, we could use Apartments.com. I trust Jeff Goldblum with my life.”

Who doesn't? The man is a national treasure.

"The guy from the movie about the dinosaurs?" Ben asks easing his car into traffic before taking a right.

Sunlight filtered through the windshield and down onto your lap illuminating the embroidered patches of flowers on your favorite blue jeans, the same jeans that were getting just a little tight at the top and the ones you wouldn't be able to wear for the next 7 months or so. You smile to yourself at the thought, and drop your left hand to your stomach that was just starting to swell beneath your botanical printed t-shirt, brushing a thumb over the soft fabric.

This year had been full of surprises, some good, some bad, but you didn’t care. Through the good and the bad, Ben had been there for you just as you had been there for him.

If someone had asked you what you thought your life was going to look like, it wouldn't have been this, but you were so blindingly happy that you didn't care. Ben might not have been the person that you imagined yourself with, but that was the funny thing about love, it could come with whispered breaths, soft caresses, and gentle promises or sneak up behind you and hit you over the back of the head with a frying pan.

There was no in between and your ears were still ringing from when it smacked you.

A/N: I know I've been a little bit awol and this epilogue is a long time coming, but I am so excited about this one! I am working on a follow up mini-series and a few one-shots for this reader and Ben, so it won't be a total ending to their story 🥰

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[venus-haze]

Your Name in Lights — A Soldier Boy x Reader (mini)series COMING SOON!

Summary: All eyes are on Soldier Boy's new movie, especially after his leading lady drops out just as filming starts. An aspiring starlet with a few supporting roles to your name, you're offered your big break when Vought unexpectedly chooses you to replace her. Stardom finds you almost overnight, but your rocky relationship with Soldier Boy eventually eclipses your career, and you have to decide how you want your legacy to be defined.

Note: Female reader, but no descriptors are used. This has an Old Hollywood-esque setting, but I never specify an exact year, though it’s pre-Payback and spans about a decade. Also, I have to give a shoutout to @zepskies whose incredible fics inspired me to start writing multi-part reader fics again after so long!

Warnings: Period-typical attitudes, power imbalance (literally and figuratively), age gap, cheating, substance abuse, smut in some chapters.

[sellander]

Guys I just realized something. Eric kripke is the guy who gave us the second worse ending in television after got-deans death.

I’m serious, if the boys 5 ends up as badly as SPN15 I will be very very mad. Jensen-you’ve seen this film before please, please, please.

Ngl I imagined it happening and a tear fell from my eye.

[jackles010378]

Look at him 😍 🥹 he looks so good 🫠 🔥

(📸 unknown, they were taken at the recent lakers game)

[soldiersgirl]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ -`♡´- about me! MILLIE. twenty six. she/her. leo. soldier boy's wife. tattoos. the boys & genv. sonny angel collector. supernatural. reading. spiderman's gf. marvel. taehyung & yoongi's girl. clubbing. danish/english. bts & kpop lover. mads mikkelsen. reading. jackles lover forever. genshin impact. kdramas. lana del rey. hello kitty.

minors & w*ncest shippers dni.

[whisperingdaze]

“open your mouth for me, sweet thing” soldier boy murmurs, pushing his cock into your mouth.

your lips stretched around his thick cock, moaning as the salty taste of his precum rolls on your tongue. your mouth sliding down his shaft until your nose was burried in his dark hairs.

your eyes water as his tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to hold back a gag as your fingernails harshly dig into his thighs at the sudden intrusion in your mouth. hes big, the biggest you’ve had and he knows.

your still not accustomed to his cock when you take all of him in your mouth, no matter how many times you do. you can hardly breathe every time but it feels so good. you never want it to end.

soldier boy notices and chuckles, “your doing such a good job for me, sweetheart. c’mon, take all of me.”

his rough hand comes up to your face to hold your cheek while the other hand softly strokes the back of your head, in a attempt to soothe you.

you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe through your nose as your adjust to the size of him. you move your tongue along his veiny shaft to edge him on.

soldier boy draws in a sharp breath at the sensation and starts to thrust his hips into your warm mouth, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat very time.

you whine as tears spill from your eyes, messing up your mascara and rolling down your puffy cheeks. saliva starts to leave your mouth involuntarily, dribbling down your swollen lips to your chin as you moan around his cock.

“fucking hell,” he groans roughly, “always so fucking good to me, baby.”

[duttisart]

[anundyingfidelity]

(drawing too)

[ml080504]

THEY COULD DO THAT TO ME ANY DAY AND I WOULD EVEN PAY THEM

[torncolourfultights]

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