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zepskies · 5 months ago
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The game begins...
Yes, I'm extra lol. After seeing this lovely music playlist by @venus-haze, she gave me the inspo to do one for Lost on You (Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader).
🎙️ LOST ON YOU PLAYLIST: YOUTUBE || SPOTIFY
But watch out! Here's Side B:
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"Interrupt the flow, they better not dare..."
And for those who made it this far, LOY Part 2 drops tomorrow, friends! 💚💜😘
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luci-in-trenchcoats · 9 months ago
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New Soldier Boy series teaser! 👀
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Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't you ain't doin' it right Oh Lord take me, my drug is my baby I be using for the rest of my life
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wayward-dreamer · 2 years ago
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Far From Innocent - Part 2
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader
Word count: 2,874
Summary: Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)
Warnings: Angst, swearing, degrading language, typical 1950s misogyny, sexual thoughts, thoughts of cheating, actual cheating, drinking, smoking, drug use, implied smut
A/N: I'm so glad y'all enjoyed the first part. Next one will be out in a few days. Happy reading and enjoy! beta'd by my darling @hintsofhoney
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A few weeks had passed since Y/N had that brief glimpse into Soldier Boy’s private life. From that day she had done everything she could to avoid seeing him again. She kept her head down and distracted herself with as much work as possible, forwarding any request that had to do with him onto someone else. She had managed to keep to herself and be completely oblivious to what the supes got up to for the two years she had been working there, but suddenly since that moment, it wasn’t so easy anymore. The rumors she thought may not be true, now definitely were especially after what she had witnessed that day and since then.
She had tried so hard to not be anywhere in the vicinity of Soldier Boy, but a late night or two working at the office had their paths crossing. She had noticed him with Tek Knight and two women, trying to sneak into the building from the service elevator to his penthouse on one occasion. The other time he was chatting up a new female supe, one that Vought had been hoping to sign with, but Y/N hadn’t seen her again after that.
Despite it all, there was still an allure and mystery that she was intrigued by. She still found herself wanting to know more, wanting to do more, and do it all with him. She and Jim had tried to be intimate again, but he had of course fallen into the same problem and she was left to take care of herself once he fell asleep.
She wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.
They hadn’t talked about it, and she wondered whether she should mention it to him, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t be the smartest idea. So she ignored it, pretended like everything was okay as they continued their lunch break tradition, went home together, spent weekends planning for the wedding and avoiding what she knew would be a touchy subject.
She also continued to ignore the forbidden desires she had been having about America’s greatest superhero, only allowing herself to think about those things at the hour of the lonely and dreaming.
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“So, the country club is booked and I’m going for my suit fitting…”
Y/N drowned out Jim’s ramblings of the wedding as she continued to stock the coffee and tea cart with napkins, spoons, sugar packets and everything else she had been asked to do. They had been short staffed for the shoot and needed more people to help, so he convinced her and a few others to join. He didn’t tell her what it was for, and she didn’t really care. She just needed to avoid a run-in with Soldier Boy.
“Y/N?” he called out, waving his hand in front of her face and breaking her out of her reverie. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes,” she replied, clearing her throat. “Country club, suit fitting, it’s all settled.”
“And you’re going for your dress fitting with your mom this weekend, right?” he asked, taking her hand and making her face him.
“Yeah,” she sighed, mustering up a smile.
“Well, you better hide it before I come over on Saturday, ‘cause we don’t need any bad luck…” he whispered, leaning in and kissing her lips, softly.
Y/N hummed as she kissed him back, trying to pull away as she wasn’t a fan of public displays like that, but Jim cupped her cheek to keep her from moving. The sound of heavy footsteps reached her ears, causing her eyes to snap open just as a group of suits from advertising walked in, followed by hero management who flanked the star of today’s shoot, Soldier Boy. She pulled away from the kiss, watching as he marched past them, lighting a cigarette as he pushed through.
“S-Soldier Boy’s doing the commercial?” she asked, looking up at Jim.
“Yeah, who else would?” he remarked, shrugging his shoulders.
“You didn’t tell me that,” she murmured, frowning at him.
“So?” he questioned, confusion written on his face. “It’s not a big deal, sweetie. We just needed a couple people to help. He’s not even gonna notice you.”
That might be a good thing she thought to herself as she let out a heavy sigh.
“Don’t be nervous,” he told her, patting her shoulder before he walked away towards the supe.
“I’m not,” she whispered, rolling her eyes as she knew that was a lie.
Y/N stayed by the table as she continued to observe, her eyes never leaving the man in green and gold. He put out the cigarette as one of the assistants handed him the pack of Marlboro for the advert. He had the script in his other hand, throwing it at the assistant just as the director called for people to move out of the shot.
“And we’re rolling,” he announced, glancing behind him at the crew before turning back to Soldier Boy. “Whenever you’re ready, sir.”
Just as Soldier Boy lifted his head to look down the lens, he noticed someone standing further away near the food table. Y/N. He had wondered if he would ever see her around again, especially after he found her in his apartment, watching him. He saw as she stared back at him, her hands clutching nervously as the belt around her waist. His lips pulled up into a smirk, causing a sharp exhale to leave her, her gaze dropping to the floor just as he looked away from her into the camera.
Y/N looked down at her watch, hoping that in another few minutes they could dismiss her, and she could go back to her regular job. She needed to get away as fast as possible. She busied herself with making a pyramid out of the Styrofoam cups, briefly glancing up with every take that the director wanted. She smiled as Jim walked over, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he kissed her temple, nuzzling his nose into her hair.
“What do you say we sneak outta here and have some fun,” he mumbled into her ear.
“Actually, I think I’m gonna head back up and work,” she stated, shifting away from him.
“Hey, come on, we got some time to kill,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled her into his arms.
“Jimmy, I can’t,” she laughed, lightly as she looked up at him. “I have a lot to do-”
“It’s nothing that can’t wait,” he cut her off, pressing his lips to hers.
She squeaked as she pushed at his shoulders, ripping her mouth away from his as she frowned up at him. “It’s my job, Jimmy.”
“I know that-” he started but she had him gulping with the glare she gave him.
“Do you?” she countered, raising an eyebrow.
“Sweetie, let’s not do this here,” he lowered his voice, briefly glancing around to make sure no one was looking at him.
“Oh, but you only wanted to have sex here,” she hissed.
His eyes narrowed as he stared down at her, taking a firm grip of her forearm. “Keep your voice down.”
“Let go of me,” she growled, pulling herself out of his grasp.
With one last scowl, she stalked away from him and stood closer to some of the other employees, all busy with their work. She crossed her arms across her chest as she watched them redress the shot, before the director called action. She moved slowly, standing a few steps behind him, her eyes focused on the supe in front of the camera. Just as he reached the end of the lines, he took out a cigarette from the pack, placed it between his lips and lifted the lighter, lighting the tip. He took a drag, his gaze locking with hers as he did. He blew out a long puff of smoke, their eyes never leaving each other. She felt her thighs quiver, making her press them together in order to keep herself from falling.
“…old fashioned flavor in the new way to smoke,” he recited the end, smirking at the camera as he took another drag.
“Cut!” the director yelled. “That was great, sir. Let’s run it again-”
“Fuck this,” Soldier Boy growled, standing up from the stool so fast it tipped over. “Give me ten…”
“Sir, we should really just keep rolling,” one of the suits interjected, trying to stop him from leaving.
“No, we take ten,” he snapped, his green orbs glaring at the man in front of him. “We square?”
“Y-Yes,” the guy stuttered, a shaky nod accompanying his nervous speech.
“Can we get you anything, sir?” Jim asked, walking over as he saw the situation.
“Jack,” Soldier Boy briefly acknowledged him, dropping his focus and fixing his glove.
“It’s Jim, sir,” he corrected, but the polite smile on his face quickly dropped as the supe turned to him.
Soldier Boy’s face was void of expression, clearly unimpressed. “Whatever. Coffee, iced.”
“On it,” Jim declared, about to step away but he saw the supe had something else to add.
“And uh… have your girl over there deliver it,” Soldier Boy added, nodding towards Y/N as she handed coffees out to some of the employees. His eyes took her in, a small grin on his lips as he slapped Jim’s shoulder, not bothering to look at him. “Thanks, kid.”
Jim sighed deeply as he saw Soldier Boy walk away into one of the small rooms across from the setup. He turned back and spotted Y/N at the snack table, making his way over to her. She quickly glanced up at him before turning her attention back to making a fresh brew.
“Listen, uh… Soldier Boy wants you to bring him an iced coffee,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck. “But I can-”
“No, I’ll do it,” she said, staring up at him blankly. “It’s not like I have anything else to do, right?”
“Y/N,” he breathed, shaking his head but he never got the chance to say anything else.
She strutted away from Jim, nervous to be facing the man she had been having sinful thoughts about for the past few weeks, but relieved to be anywhere but near her fiancé for a few minutes.
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Y/N knocked on the door as she took a deep breath, letting it out in a long exhale. She waited for a few seconds, before she rapped her knuckles on the wood again, not wanting a repeat situation of a few weeks ago. She wasn’t sure who could’ve walked into the room while she was out getting Soldier Boy his coffee. A rasped “come in” came from behind the door, and she turned the knob to enter, a sigh of relief leaving her to see him alone. He looked up at her as he wiped under his nose, wiping the surface of the table before he stood up, his signature smirk on his face as he walked around the desk in the small office and she walked over. His helmet was off and sitting on the table, his flippy locks on display and only adding to his charm.
“Here you go, sir,” she mumbled, not meeting his eyes as she handed him his drink.
His gaze never left her as he took a sip from the glass, closing his eyes with a low hum of approval. “Ah, that’s fucking swell. Thanks, sugar.”
“No problem,” she said, nodding slowly. She needed to leave immediately, because there was no way she could survive the way he was looking at her. “Well, I should get back-”
“To that fiancé of yours?” he asked, a pointed look on his face.
She lifted her head to meet his eyes, slightly surprised that he remembered that. She didn’t think someone of his stature would.
“Things seem a little… tense,” he added, leaning back against the desk. “I might’ve noticed.”
She huffed, shaking her head as she clasped her hands in front of her. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“Let me guess… you two did the horizontal tango and he popped it too quick, right?” he prodded, raising an eyebrow.
Her eyes widened as she gasped. She couldn’t speak, far too shocked at what he had just said. Her reaction was enough of an answer for him.
“Anything I can help with?” he asked, his words incredibly suggestive as he kept his intense gaze on her.
She felt her cheeks heat up as she stared back at him, but she tried to remain stoic. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. That-That’s never happened.”
“Oh, come on, doll,” he chuckled, the sound deep and husky as he placed the glass on the desk and looked back at her. “You can’t fucking pretend you didn’t like what you saw that morning. If your guy’s got a problem with his pecker, there’s no way you’re gettin’ what you need.”
She stood frozen in front of him, unable to use her voice to contradict him because she couldn’t. She couldn’t deny the truth.
Soldier Boy took advantage of her stillness, his hand reaching out and slipping a finger under the belt around her waist. He pulled on it, a gasp escaping her as her feet shifted against the carpet, her body instantly pressing into the hard wall of muscle, her hands on his broad shoulders. Their faces were inches apart, his green eyes boring into hers that were wide like saucers, a grin spreading as he caught them glance down at his plump lips.
“And I think we both know what you need,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly as his breath brushed against her mouth.
A small whimper left her as she stared up at him, breathing heavily at their close proximity. This was the closest she had ever been to him, a brief thought of wanting to be even closer crossed her mind, but she quickly pushed it away.
“What?” she squeaked out.
He laughed lightly, taking in every feature of her face. “To finally act on all the slutty things you’ve been thinking about.”
She let out a shuddered breath as they continued to stare at each other, her eyes still showing a hint of uncertainty, very slowly giving way to a glimpse of confidence.
“Maybe,” she breathed, a small smile pulling at her lips.
“Why don’t we find out for sure,” he suggested, his hands slipping down to rest on her hips. “Tomorrow night.”
“I-I can’t,” she stuttered, shaking her head. She couldn’t do that to Jim.
“I think you can,” he interjected, a cocky grin on his face. “I think you will.”
Just as she opened her mouth, a sharp knock on the door broke them out of their lust-filled haze. Y/N jumped back a few steps, his hands slipping away from her sides as he glared up at their door.
“Sir! We’re ready for you!” a man’s voice yelled from the other side.
“All a bunch of fucking cock blockers,” he muttered under his breath as he picked up his drink.
Y/N brushed down the skirt of her grey dress, adjusting the belt back into place before she looked up at Soldier Boy. He held his helmet under his arm, his drink in the other as he walked over to the door, turning back to her with that smile that made her knees weak.
“9 o’clock, if you change your mind,” he instructed, opening the door. “You know where I’ll be…”
And with that suggestion, she was left alone in the room to contemplate everything he had said.
“Fuck,” she huffed out, placing her hands on her hips as her eyes snapped shut.
He knew what she needed and was willing to help her, but there was no way she could take him up on his offer. She was engaged to be married, and even with how much they had been fighting lately and their problems in the bedroom, she loved Jim. She couldn’t do that to him.
Stepping out of the small office, she walked past Soldier Boy as he got back to filming the commercial, looking around others to see where Jim was. She saw no sign of him, sighing heavily as she wondered if he was upset with her. She shouldn’t have been so annoyed with him. She heard voices down the hallway, her heels clacking against the floorboards as she went to investigate. Her lips spread into a smile as she saw her fiancé walk out of the storeroom, fixing his shirt back into his pants and adjusting his tie. She frowned in confusion, but her eyebrows suddenly pulled into her a scowl as a blonde woman came out behind him, reapplying her lipstick. She quickly recognized her as Brenda, an assistant in the advertising department.
Y/N turned on her heel and stalked away before either of them saw her fuming, making a quick beeline for the elevators. She was going back up to the 40th floor, to get back to the job she was actually paid to do, and to continue to think about Soldier Boy’s offer.
All she knew was that Jim just made her decision a lot easier.
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waynes-multiverse · 2 years ago
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Rehab – Chapter 1
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Series Summary: Thanks to Soldier Boy, the CIA was able to develop Project Bloom under the fierce leadership of Grace Mallory: a final cure to Compound V and a hopeful end to the supe epidemic three years after the explosive incident at Vought. A secret rehab facility in Upstate New York is supposed to help former heroes find their way back to humanity. The catch, though? Soldier Boy has never fucking agreed to any of this shit and is surely not happy about being powerless for the first time in his goddamn long life.
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female!Reader
Warnings: +18, language, angst, homophobic slurs & misogyny à la SB, hints of depression, tw: suicide attempt (not too graphic but pretty obvious)
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: What starts off fun turns dark quickly...
Feedback is my fuel 🖤
<< Prologue || Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist
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Chapter 1: maybe
“Hey, Derek.” Y/N smiles at one of the nurses as she approaches the reception and leans her elbows on the counter. “How’s the newbie doing?”
It’s been three days since Soldier Boy arrived at the pristine Upstate rehab facility, established by the CIA as Project Bloom and fully funded by the American government to counteract the “superhuman epidemic,” as they call it. Y/N, however, hasn’t seen him since then, the glorified superhero still voluntarily locking himself in his room.
“God, what a prick,” Derek huffs in annoyance and rolls his eyes. “He tried to bite me this morning and then called me a fucking pussy. He’s still not coming out of his room and refusing to eat. Apparently, he thinks going on a hunger strike will get him out of here sooner. I’m inclined to just let him rot in there and die.”
“Well, can you blame him? The food in here sucks,” Y/N jokes lightheartedly.
“Hey, you love the chef’s chocolate chip pancakes,” Derek counters, chuckling.
Y/N laughs, nodding. “Yeah, but it’s not Wednesday yet, is it? Mind if I take a shot?”
“Knock yourself out, girl,” Derek agrees to her proposal. “I need a break from this asshole, anyways.”
“Cool.” Y/N grins mischievously and wiggles her eyebrows. “Can I borrow your car?”
“Fine.” With a deep sigh, Derek fishes out the keys to his Prius from his uniform and throws them at her. “Get me the Happy Hero Meal, alright?”
“Duh.” Y/N winks with a smile, knowing his usual order by heart, and uses her chipped ID card to unlock the rehabilitation center’s doors before heading out.
Maybe she can get the fallen supe to come out with the right incentive.
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Taking a deep breath, the sterile air of the clinic fills her lungs. She already misses the smell of fresh rain on green grass and fallen orange leaves outside and the peaceful pitter-patter of small streams that wind themselves through the Catskills. Upstate New York is always the most beautiful in fall, and Y/N considers herself blessed that she’s one of the only patients who’s allowed to leave the facility whenever she wants and is lucky enough to enjoy the outside world for a little while.
Her knuckles softly tap the white door of Room 11, her eyes looking inside the small glass window to see if her new sponsee is anywhere to be found. The bed is empty, as is the rest of the space, but when she hoists herself up on her tiptoes and peers down a bit more, she spies the toes of two socked feet and knows he’s leaning directly against the door, sitting on the cold linoleum.
“Soldier Boy?” Y/N checks carefully, foregoing the use of his real name. Some newcomers don’t like that and want to hold onto their former identity for as long as possible. The greatest superhero on Earth certainly seems to fit that category. “Hey, uh, look, I’m not a nurse or a doctor. I’m a patient here like you, okay? You know, I heard you weren’t eating, and honestly? I can’t blame you. The food in here fucking sucks ass. Chef Matt is an awful cook. His chocolate chip pancakes are pretty decent, though,” she chuckles, hoping to lighten the mood, although there’s still no sound coming from behind the door. “But, uhm, I pulled a few strings and got you something from Vought-a-Burger?”
There’s still no answer coming, so Y/N starts to rustle with the brown paper bag, opening it up enough for the smell of greasy fast food to flow out and find its way to his nose through the thin crack between the door and the floor. She then pulls out a cheeseburger, unwraps it, and takes a big bite from it.
“God, this is good,” she moans loudly, mouth half-full. It’s not even a lie. “You know, sometimes I think a good cheeseburger is better than climaxing. I mean, this feels pretty orgasmic.”
An amused snort can be heard through the thick door, and Y/N’s lips draw a triumphant smile. She’s got him – hook, line, and fucking sinker.
“I’m Y/N, by the way,” she introduces herself, hoping it breaks the ice a little more. “I-, uh, I’ll leave the bag in front of your door, so you can just grab it when I’ve left and lock yourself back in again, alright?”
As Y/N ducks down to place the brown paper bag on the ground, the door abruptly opens a crack and a head peeks through it. She looks up, and their eyes meet. He seems wary of her, but granted, so does she, neither of them sure if they can trust one another. Two lone wolves meeting in the wild.
“Oh, uhm,” she splutters, not expecting he’d actually dare to show himself so soon.
“Are you eating my fucking burger?”
Y/N giggles and straightens on her feet, the top of her bun barely reaching his broad chest as he towers in front of her like the goddamn Rockies. “No, uh, that’s mine, buddy. But there’s four more in there for you,” she says and holds the bag out for him. He observes it reluctantly as if she might’ve poisoned it. God, that guy is paranoid.
“Fries?”
“Duh, of course. I’m not a monster,” Y/N sasses and adds with a smile, “Even got you a chocolate milkshake, so you can dunk.” She then watches him gruffly nod his approval before accepting the bag. “Mind if I come in and join you for a while?”
“Are you gonna talk as much as you have?”
“Oh, I don’t have to talk at all unless you want me to.” She shrugs innocently and casually stuffs a fry into her mouth. “‘Sides, what are you so scared of, big guy? Don’t tell me you’re terrified of a small girl like me. Powers or not, you could probably still crush me with one hand, right? I mean, look at those muscles on your arms… Like, wow.”
Soldier Boy pensively smacks his lips and clicks his tongue, his cheeks blushing the faintest color of red underneath the unkempt beard. “Alright, get in,” he grunts and holds the door open wider for her, glancing down the hallway before quickly closing it behind her again once she has slipped inside. “No fucking chit-chat, though.”
“Fine by me,” Y/N snorts her amusement and raises both palms in surrender. She drops down on the bed with a blissful sigh and makes herself as comfortable as possible, crossing her legs on the bare mattress. He’s not allowed to have sheets and pillows yet, problematic newbies usually being a suicide risk, and just by looking at him, she can tell he definitely seems somewhat depressed over his current circumstance. Who could blame him, though?
Wordlessly, Soldier Boy eventually settles back on the ground, leaning his back against the bed frame directly underneath her spot this time. A gesture that she finds quite odd. A lot of things are strange about him, in fact. Usually, it takes a while before new arrivals start to trust people here, and it isn’t abnormal that they keep their distance. Frankly, he seems quite lonely and in need of some company but still acts too proud to actively seek it. She was the same when she first came here, too – touch-starved, abandoned, and forgotten.
Y/N then spends the rest of her stay quietly eating her burger and playing Candy Crush on her phone, ignoring his curious glances from time to time as best as she can. She knows he doesn’t want her to know that he’s staring, so she lets him believe that she doesn’t. When twilight filters in through the window and dips the silent room midnight blue, she stretches her tired limbs with a big yawn and rises from the bed, sauntering back to the door.
“Where are you going?”
His deep, husky voice startles her, causing her to halt in her fluffy slippers. She hasn’t expected him to speak or even mind if she left. After all, he hasn’t spoken a word to her for over two hours. “Uhm, just going back to my room. Why?”
His Adam’s apple bobs with a thick swallow as his left shoulder twitches upward. “Figured we could hang out more.”
“Nah, sorry. My show’s about to start,” Y/N purposely rejects his offer, although it’s truthfully just a rewatch of X-Files she’s ditching him for. To reel him in, she sends him a sweet as pie smile. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast, though. You should come. It’s Wednesday, which means pancakes.”
With chapped lips curled into a pout, there’s a slight nod of his head in acknowledgment before she leaves his room and closes the door behind her, smiling to herself. She’s got him exactly where she wants him.
Maybe he’ll show.
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The next morning, Y/N sits in the cafeteria in her usual spot by the wall-to-ceiling, sun-flooded window, the clinic’s park outside in full golden bloom, maple trees painted yellow, orange, and red. As she’s poking away at her pancakes, her current choice of literature is propped open next to her plate, although she’s barely concentrating on the words on the page, her eyes curiously darting to the corridor that leads to the bedrooms every couple of seconds.
Will he show up?
And then, an hour before breakfast is officially over, Y/N finally spies him stalking down the hall, insecure juniper eyes warily observing his new surroundings like an antelope carefully stalking through the savannah, watchful of hungry lions hidden in the tall grass.
She fully focuses on her book and food then, observing him inconspicuously from her periphery and trying not to smile as he behaves like a shy toddler on their first day of kindergarten. Pausing for a minute by the cafeteria doorway, he then straightens his sturdy shoulders and, with a brave swallow, grabs a teal tray, marching over to the counter with feigned confidence.
Good boy, Y/N thinks and chuckles inwardly. She’s happy there’s still a bit of a soldier left in him, albeit he’s never truly been much of one, to begin with.
Soon enough, a tall and wide shadow casts over her table and steals her sunshine like an approaching thundercloud, and while he clearly expects her to look up and notice him, she pretends that she doesn’t until he simply takes a seat across from her and obnoxiously clears his throat in an attempt to catch her attention.
That’s when Y/N decides to lift her head from her book and acts her surprise. “Oh, hey, Soldier Boy… You’ve made it,” she says, smiling, and then instantly turns back to her book, hearing him grumble some muffled swears under his breath.
“I’m Ben,” he states with a forced smile, surely expecting a welcoming parade among words of flattery and sheer admiration. Maybe she should fall to her knees and kiss the ground he walks on?
“I know,” Y/N replies with indifference, pretending the book is still more interesting than the company across from her.
Giving up for the moment, Ben then starts to take bites of his pancakes, Y/N feeling his emerald eyes constantly fixed on her, and yet, she still ignores him as best as she can. It’s honestly not as easy as it sounds. While he might be a racist, sexist asshole and a vicious, coldhearted killer, he admittedly is pleasing to look at. No wonder the guy used to be a major womanizer back in the day. The sparkling forest green eyes, the golden freckles on his tanned skin, the muscles that clad his body, the light brown locks that fall into his face, and the bearded, well-defined jaw would surely make a lot of women’s knees weak.
It’s a shame his personality sucks, but Y/N also knows that Compound V, and Vought especially, have a habit of causing people to forget their own humanity, turning them into divine beasts instead. And if anything, Soldier Boy was the very first lab rat, after all – kind of like her. Only time will tell what really lies beneath the hardened shell now that the suit and superpowers are gone.
“You were right, doll. The pancakes are decent enough,” Ben mentions, clearing his throat once more, and Y/N wonders how many times he’ll actually try to earn her heed.
“Told you.”
“What do they serve tomorrow?”
“Well, I hope you like runny scrambled eggs that share the consistency of fucking diarrhea,” Y/N snorts a giggle, hearing him laugh softly, too.
“I don’t,” Ben chuckles and licks his plush lips, his stare intensifying. “But you said you pulled some strings to get me burgers, right? Think you can do that again?”
Y/N briefly glances up from her literature to lift an amused eyebrow. “We’ll see,” she shrugs, the mischief gleaming in her eyes and smile, “Depends on how many favors you wanna owe me.”
Pursing his plump lips, his head bobs as he suppresses a laugh. “You’re spunky. I like that. I’m sure we could come to some sort of a… deal, doll,” Ben notes, the baritone voice laced with a hint of flirtation as his mossy green eyes show a newfound hunger – but certainly not for the food on his plate.
“You wish,” Y/N laughs and is even a little surprised to see her rejection doesn’t bother him all that much.
“Alright, your loss,” he relents and swallows lightly, wiping his palms on his thighs under the table. “So, uh, can you just tell me something?”
“Uhm, sure, I guess so.” She nods encouragingly, noticing his change in demeanor, sadness and fear suddenly festering in his orbs.
“How long was I-…” Ben stops, swallows thicker this time, and then tries again, “What-, uhm, what year is it? How long did they put me in that fucking box again?”
Y/N stumps, not expecting that sort of question, and a bit of anger bubbles up inside her chest. She figured the CIA had at least briefed him before throwing him in here. “Oh, uh… not that long,” she shares, sending him a reassuring smile, “Three years. It’s 2025. You haven’t missed that much, except for a few bad movies and even more awful reality TV shows.”
Fucking Mallory… Not telling him after what he’s already been through in Russia just seems downright cruel.
“And apparently, a cure for Compound V,” the infamous hero adds with a joking huff. “So, uhm, what do people do around here all day for some fucking fun?” he inquires and then mutters bitterly, “Except for not trying to fucking hang themselves…”
Y/N chortles at his obvious abhorrence for the clinic. “Well, most patients here go to therapy, group or single,” she informs him. “But I already know you’re not ready for that yet.”
“Try fucking never,” he scoffs his repulsion for mental health.
“Otherwise, there’s, uh, board games, a library, movies and TV shows in the common room... Couple of months ago, we even got a VoughtPlay 5 and some cool video games. There’s also a gym, which you’re not allowed in yet, by the way. And well, there’s even a spa with a pool and an arts and crafts room,” she tells him patiently without looking up from her book, aware neither of those things will pique his interest in the slightest. “I doubt they’ll give you access to scissors right now, though. But hey, there’s still glue and glitter.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“Nope.”
“Why doesn’t that fucking bitch just fucking kill me,” he murmurs under his breath and stabs his pancake with his fork, his jaw locking tight with resentment.
“Who? Grace Mallory?” Y/N checks and finally meets his gaze, having noticed some tension between them when they dropped him off, although she’s not sure if he isn’t just simply blaming the CIA agent for his current status. “No love lost between you two, huh?”
Soldier Boy scoffs darkly, “Yeah, you could say that. That dyke’s still bitter I turned her down for a fuck in the 80s.”
Y/N purses her lips, now wishing he hadn’t opened his mouth at all. “Yeah, uh-huh, why don’t I quite believe you…”
His brow forms angry v-shaped creases at her response, his knuckles turning white around the cutlery in his large fist. “Are you calling me a fucking liar?”
“Kinda the essence of my statement, yes.”
His upper lip twitches in offense, averting his glare to the view outside the clear window. “You’re fucking one of them, aren’t you?”
“Who? A lesbian?” Y/N arches an eyebrow and laughs. “Yo gramps, just because a woman doesn’t wanna ride your wrinkly dick doesn’t make her gay. It just makes her smart.”
“You fucking stupid cunt,” he snaps, nostrils flaring as he brews up a storm in his chest and shows her the monster that slumbers within. She knew it was just a matter of time till it reared its ugly head. “You know, you should be grateful someone like me is even talking to someone as pathetic as you at all. No man would wanna fuck you anyway, princess. You ain’t that fucking pretty.”
“Ouch… Oh no, please don’t hurt my feelings,” Y/N mocks with a sarcastic pout, laughing, and grabs her empty tray, rising from her chair. “I can already see you’re gonna make a lot of friends here. Man, I bet the people in your life always hated you… Guess what? There’s a reason for that. No wonder your own ex and your so-called team sold you out to the fucking Russians,” she huffs harshly, turning to leave. “Now, excuse me. I don’t wanna be late for my backgammon date. Unlike you, people actually like me and are not just pretending to outta fear. Which, by the way, you don’t have that leverage anymore either, so truly good luck. Have fun being alone for the rest of your miserable life, you fucking wimp.”
Maybe he’s just a fucking asshole, a hopeless basket case, after all.
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It’s late at night, the full moon standing high and beaming in through her bedroom window when Y/N reaches the last few pages of Virginia Woolf’s To The Lighthouse. Her mind, however, constantly wanders back to Soldier Boy. She knows she overstepped and crossed a line, getting unnecessarily angry with him. She should’ve resisted the urge to stoop to his level. After all, what kind of person does that make her? Who would start an argument with a 106-year-old grandpa? Of course, his views would be bigoted and outdated. It’s like picking a fight with a grave, just screaming meaningless words at a cold headstone.
‘No, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low.’ – Virginia Woolf.
There’s a reason patience is considered a virtue, and unfortunately, Y/N has always possessed very little of it since she was a child. Blame it on the years of abuse and mistrust she’s suffered. Her defense mechanism is probably as strong as the former hero’s, her heart guarded by razor-sharp barbed wire. She knows all too well that change takes time, and Ben is admittedly experiencing a lot of that right now and really going through it.
For how long has he been a supe? An adored celebrity? An icon? How long has he relied on his powers, his strength, his stamina, and the fact that no one and nothing could hurt him? God, it’s been probably more than 80 years at this point, and while Y/N once had powers of her own, she can barely imagine what that must feel like – to lose something you’ve had and loved for decades and then be reduced to nothing and no one. She never wanted her own abilities to begin with, but Ben did. He chose that life willingly, just like she chose to have a life without.
Moreover, no one in this facility here is innocent. They’re all assholes, addicts, thieves, rapists, and murderers. They’ve all done things they shouldn’t have, made unforgivable mistakes, crossed too many lines, or lived recklessly without regard for others. That’s why they ended up here in the first place. They’re all guilty of something. Every single one of them, including her.
Sighing deeply, Y/N gets off the bed and slips her bare feet into her fluffy slippers. Maybe she should’ve listened to Mallory when that woman told her she’d have her work cut out for herself with this moronic bastard. Maybe she shouldn’t care this much. Maybe she should be the bigger person and take the high road. Maybe he’s wrong and old, but that doesn’t make her right, either. Maybe she should apologize, albeit she doesn’t really mean it.
One minute, two seconds, and three knocks later, she’s waiting for an answer by his door. She takes four deep breaths; it’s still silent. She tries five more times before pulling out her phone, turning the flashlight on, and shining it through the small glass cut-out for six anxious heartbeats.
Orange pill bottle. Pair of scissors. Pool of blood. Maybe he’s gone before she even counts to ten.
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Chapter 2: papercuts
Welp, see ya! Happy Easter, folks ✌️🐰 *sneaks off to safehouse*
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Hellooo! Any exciting WIPs?? Hope you’re all goodddd 🥰 Are you excited ab the SB prequel?? I’m so pumped hehe
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Hello lovely dove! So nice to see you in my inbox!
I am SO incredibly pumped for Vought Rising!! I think it's going to be epic. It just kills me that we probably won't get it until like early 2026 at best. 😩 In the meantime though, we'll get more Soldier Boy in S5 and more Jensen in Tracker and Countdown. 😍🤩
As to my WIPs, when I'm done my current series Things Learned and Unlearned, I'll be working on finishing my Dean fantasy AU, The Quicksilver Princess, which won the poll for next series to finish. Then after that (in early September) I'll be working on my Soldier Boy series, Let Me See Inside until it's complete.
For one shots, I still have a few requests to tackle, including a fun sexy one about a Stanford era Dean, and another angel!reader x Dean one.
Also, brewing in my filthy brain is a third (and probably final?) installment to complete my Say Thank You and Say Please, Soldier Boy x Reader One Shots. It's called Say You're Sorry. Here's a tiny excerpt:
Ben stared down at Y/N where she kneeled in front of him, and she bit her lip as her stomach lurched in fear. Not of him. Not of what he was going to do to her.
Her fear was that he really couldn't forgive this, that he'd walk away for good.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm so sorry, Ben. Please."
His gaze was scorching and Y/N couldn't tell if the heat came from his simmering rage or from the rock hard bulge behind his zipper.
"You're sorry?" He reached down to grab her chin in a bruising grip. "Then fucking prove it."
Still working on that one, but hopefully my filthy, trashy muses work their magic. 😁
Thanks so much for the ask! I hope you have a fabulous weekend. 🥰
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dollerinna · 6 months ago
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I WANT TO F**K YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL .
( black noir x fem supe!reader )
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summary: the not-so-innocent things that go on in noir’s head abt you during The Seven meetings (wc: 1.8k)
warnings: MDNI, dub-con, rough p in v, doggy style, primal play themes, size kink, gagging, sobbing, corruption kink, Homelander being a weirdo at the end… just a lil’
first fic on this blog and I lowkey hate it- ughhh sorry if it’s all over the place!
The morning sun cast its golden glow upon the Manhattan skyline as The Seven assembled in their meeting room.
Homelander paced before them, detailing some new initiative he had conceived, but his words rang as emptily as the void behind his eyes. The Deep hung on his every syllable, eager as ever to prove his ass-kissing self with poorly-timed quips. This earned him nothing but a withering side-eye.
A-Train and Maeve listened with feigned interest, checking out of the conversation all but in body. Noir sat apart, idly fidgeting with a pen as his mind wandered. But his attention was drawn not to the usual faces, for there was a new supe among them—you, the latest fresh-faced recruit to their team.
On the surface, you appeared the absolute picture of attention—eyes forward, laser focused on Homelander as he tiresomely outlined the team's objectives.
It was cute, really, how focused the newbies always strived to be. Yet beneath the facade, you were actually anything but so, not when you felt an unseen gaze assessing you, weighing you.
Flicking your eyes discreetly aside, you confirmed a suspicion you could smell from miles away: Noir watching from across the table, his expression shrouded as ever behind the visor of his helmet.
Ugh, talk about creepy.
A subtle flutter of your eyelids shifted your line of sight, choosing to trust that his thousand-yard stare just so casually happen to drift your way and not an attempt to burn his gaze into your very soul.
Besides, what else could the guy possibly think about? Training, orders from Vought, simple pastimes—usually, such painfully mundane, run-of-the-mill thoughts occupied him.
But little did you know in this moment, as he studied your presence from afar, his mental reflections took a turn less… innocent.
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“N-Noir… mmph-… please…”
It wasn’t his doing, he didn’t ask to be plagued with this sickly obsession; but every time he heard your voice, it was as if sweet, smooth-spun sugar had come alive.
An alien lust scorched Noir’s consciousness, catapulting his fevered mind into unfamiliar territory. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the sinful thoughts that stubbornly stuck to him like glue. Just the mere notion of ever being responsible for those pretty little sounds was enough for arousal to creep through his veins like a nasty virus, sapping what was left of his crumbling self-control.
Your every whine, your every moan, would be a siren's call that beckoned him to claim you, to strip away your composure until you were utterly, helplessly his. All he craved was to watch the light in your eyes dwindle, to witness your breaths dampening into shallow puffs of air that blanketed your gaze in a veil of fog, gradually muffling you into a stillness even quieter than he was.
And truthfully, it wasn’t a matter of whether you liked it or not.
Noir would ensure his touch left no room for refusal, his grasp iron-hard as he positioned your trembling, naked body on the floor to his liking—face pinned down, ass arched up, just as it should be. Yet even as he held you fast with a palm braced against your sweat-slicked spine, his other hand moved with a surprising tenderness, gently teasing loose and brushing apart the knotted strands of hair clung to your ruddied features.
He imagined the merest of touches would set your blood aflame, rumbling up a ripe groan from your core. “…Oh m-my god… fuck…” words fled your mouth on airless breaths, nearly inaudible but still enough for him to catch. In response, he’d slowly lift a finger to your glistening lips, accompanied by a soundless ‘shh’—a signal for you to behave.
After all, good girls should never cuss.
Large, strong hands would then greedily paw at the lush fat of your ass cheeks, the scratchy textured fabric of his gloves leaving blooms of red across your flesh. Spreading you open, he’d admire the way your juicy, moist folds parted slightly, the aching emptiness within your entrance eliciting an involuntary clenching—your muted moans, trapped in your throat, acting as a wordless plea for more of his touch, more of him.
He liked to think you’d be mere putty in his hands, before he was even close to fucking you.
Noir would take his sweet time exploring you, his curiosity of the human form eclipsing the immediate need to quell a white-hot carnal desire every red-blooded man gets. He was good at rearranging people’s insides, literally, but what if he flipped the script in a much different way?
Experimentally, he’d run the very tip of his gloved finger along the weeping slit of your sex, ghosting ever so lightly over your swollen, hypersensitive clit to collect your slick arousal. Then, without warning, he’d dip an entire digit into your quivering depths, reveling in the way your spongy muscles squeezed and welcomed him in.
Your breath would hitch at the intrusion, skin prickling with a visceral need as you eagerly shoved your rear back against his palm, craving more. However, just as swiftly, he would withdraw his hand, bringing it close to his face to observe it covered in your juices, inspecting how the slimy, milky-white essence connected a trail between his fingers.
Who knew light fondling and agonizing silence was all the foreplay you needed? (or at least, in Noir’s fanciful pornographic depictions of you)
Once done playing with his food, he’d drag his knees closer to your body, his hips flush against your ass, leaving your peripheral vision filled with nothing but his imposing, darkly-clad figure dwarfing your own. Without hesitation, he’d reach down to remove the codpiece off him, freeing his hefty cock which sprang forth in the air, where it stood rock-hard, veiny, and impossibly large.
Wrapping a hand around himself, the thickly-roped, buzzing veins were betrayed by each gritty pull of his glove, drawing a guttural grunt from behind his balaclava. He’d guide his erection between your warm folds, the engorged ridge of his tip prodding against your bundle of nerves, sending electric jolts of pleasure to crackle through your core, before he began to sheathe himself inside you with a push that drove him home.
With a grip possessive and firm around your waist, Noir quickly fell into a steady, almost robotic rhythm of sturdy pushes and pulls. Each punishing collision of your bodies was answered by the lewd, rapid sounds of skin-on-skin, making damn sure you felt every single inch of him as he rutted into you like a man possessed.
He’d only hope to see you struggle taking him all in, envisioning how the sheer scale of his size forced the very air out from your gasping lungs.
“P-Please Noir!… ngh-… my body can’t handle this much,” your once-lovely voice now ragged and frail, scraping sobs grinding your vocal cords near silence as you churned and coiled like a fawn caught in the clutches of a big, bad wolf. “Be gentle, I’m begging you!—-” You choked out weakly, bordering on a soft, pitiful whine.
Expectantly, a weighted silence followed suit from Noir. In his typical, unsparing fashion, he slipped a glove from his hand, jamming it into your mouth and effectively gagging you into silence, as if to say—pipe down, be a good girl, and take my cock like you’re supposed to.
Even without a single word uttered by him, it worked like absolute fucking magic.
Your torso would practically collapse under the onslaught, wobbly limbs giving way as you let Noir use your arched up, offering form like a personal fleshlight. His hips would retract further back in an excruciating slowness, simply marveling at your wetness coating the base of his member like a second skin, only to slam back into you with raw vigor.
Your tight, gummy walls would be offered absolutely no time to adjust to the relentless invasion of his girth, the sheer thickness of his cock forcefully stretching out your cunt to shape him, to the point it felt like he was trying to split you into two.
He’d yank your flexing thighs back to meet his brutal series of thrusts, burying himself into you to the very tilt as the fleshy head of his cock kissed your cervix, igniting a searing white bolt of static to lance through your vision, momentarily fracturing it.
The all-consuming, dizzying sensation hit you like a ton of bricks, toppling your senses and wrenching a strangled sob out from your slack jaw once more. This earned you another biting touch from Noir’s thumbs pressed into your sides, as if seeking to wring every gasp out of your chest, to hear your moans rattle through your ribcage.
However even your rawest cries were swiftly muffled, swallowed by the balled-up glove shoved roughly between your teeth, which reduced you to nothing more than a gagging, pleasure-drunk whore for him to claim.
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“Welp, that about covers it for today,” Homelander announced with a thunderous clap, loud enough for it to ring through Noir’s ears and bring him back to the present.
Slowly, Noir spun his head back towards Homelander, who had just finished addressing the team while his own thoughts drifted to places where even the pearly gates of heaven wouldn't give him the time of day.
“Now shoo- and no more sloppy behavior. I’ll be keeping an eye on each and every one of you.” Homelander dismissed them with a casual wave and a chuckle laced with another one of his thinly veiled threats.
As everyone, including little-miss-oblivious-you, got up to leave the meeting room, Homelander sauntered over to Noir, heartily slapping a heavy hand onto his back. “Earth to Noir! I know that look—thoughts a million miles away behind that sphinx-like mask of yours,” giving a sly little shrug, he slanted a meaningful look towards Noir’s codpiece. “But methinks, someone here isn’t as impenetrable as I thought…” A thin wry smile played his lips, a subtle hint at his x-ray vision allowing him to see a particular something-something of Noir’s that was currently just as hard as his body armor.
“It might do you good to line that suit with zinc. Wouldn't want any unwanted eyes peeking where they shouldn’t, do we?" An amused exhale, part sigh part snicker, slipped out of Homelander as his gaze swept over Noir once more.
True to form, all he received in turn was Noir’s standard muteness, as soundless as a grave.
Homelander eased the quiet with a huffed laugh, rocking back on his heels as he tilted his head in playful study of Noir. "But don't worry," he added with a knowing smirk, "it happens to the best of us. But do try to keep your head in the game! And not with your other one, ‘kay buddy?” Homelander jested in mock-reproach as he landed one last waggish, firm slap between Noir's shoulders, flashing his gleaming white yet eerily pointed grin.
Noir remained statue still, no hint of feeling betrayed by his rigid posture despite the toe-curling awkwardness of the encounter, or perhaps he'd yet to fully realize Homelander had peered within and seen his aching, raging hard-on behind the suit's facade.
Noir silently watched Homelander shoot two playful finger guns, his cape swirled shut behind him before leaving the room.
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Apologies if there are any grammatical errors here, cuz I’m alr so done with this fic 😭😭😭
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anundyingfidelity · 6 months ago
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i stole this meme to post it here and laugh at the rightwings 😹🫵
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thesilmarillionblog · 5 months ago
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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
Summary: Though you don't really want to, Butcher persuades you to fuck Soldier Boy in front of him since he believes that your relationship is becoming duller by the day.
Pairing: Soldier Boy, Billy Butcher / Reader
Warnings: Dark Fiction!, +18! (MINORS DNI), smut, dirty talk, threesome, rough Soldier Boy, Butcher is a manipulative boyfriend , hair pulling, breath playing, kinda forced, established relationship, forced oral sex, multiple orgasms, reader is manipulated, overstimulation, porn without plot, a plot twist in the end
Word Count: 2709
A/N: English is not my first language.
This is for @anundyingfidelity. I love you and your stories, bestie.
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You let out a loud gasp as you locked your legs around Butcher's hips, squeezing him till he hit your most sensitive spots. 
Sucking his lower lip, you used one hand to brush his thick beard and the other to nail his back in an attempt to stop yourself from moaning. 
"Don't hold yourself back, love," he smirked at you. Let me listen to those lovely sounds. You are free to be as noisy as you would like to."
You questioned, "What if he's listening?" and gasped softly as Butcher tightly gripped your nipple and squeezed one of your tits, causing you to scream.
He continued, firmly thrusting his cock inside your pussy, “Are you afraid he's jerking off right now to your moanings? He better be.”
You cried out, “Don't say such things,” as he began to fuck into you more and more inside of you. 
He spit in his palm and began to stroke your clit, muttering, “Why? Imagine him jerking off while watching us, getting hard watching your cunt railed by me.” 
“Screw you, Butcher. Shut up,” you said, hitting him fiercely on the shoulder as he attempted to make you scream once again. 
“The thought of you looking like this fucking drives me on so much. Are you okay with him watching us? Do you want to see your pussy full of my jizz as he watches you being fucked and cum in his hands? He must be beating his cock right now, hearing me filling your tight cunt.”
“No,” you said as you raised your hips in an attempt to match his tremendous rhythm. When he spoke to you in that manner, it was difficult to get off. “Cut it, Butcher.”
Despite your constant statements that you weren't into that kind of thing, Butcher was becoming more and more brutal with each stroke. This put your relationship on the brink, but you still cared deeply for him and found it difficult to please him at times, which left you feeling quite exhausted. 
Butcher roared, “Fuck, yes,” slowing down to take his time and enjoy the twisted moment. “Maybe I should let him watch next time or even join; let him fuck you raw.”
You managed to say, “I don't like it when you talk this way,” in between his embarrassing words. 
“Your body seems to like it, though,” Butcher remarked slyly. “Right now, your pussy clenches around my cock so well. Are you okay with him fucking you?”
“No,” you said, your eyes welling up with tears from his powerful hits, which were both pleasurable and painful. Even though you were so close, he was taking his time to enrage you. “All I want is you. The only person I want to fuck is you.”
Butcher turned you, pressing your face into the covers with a roar. You forced yourself to look away as he continued talking about really obscene things and becoming lost in his own fantasies, but his hand stopped you from speaking. 
“I'm going to let him fuck you and rail your tight cunt till he fills your pussy up, until you are ready for me to be filled. Is it okay if he spills inside your pussy? Would you rather be fucked by someone else in front of your boyfriend?”
His hand over your mouth prevented you from denying it and telling him to stop talking. Your eyes welled up with tears as you continued to scream into his palm as he began to pound into you quickly and violently. While your other hand was firmly gripping the sheets beneath you, you tried to get him to relax by holding his palm to your mouth, but he pressed it even harder. You were really close. 
“See your pussy's reaction to me. You need another cock so much. My girlfriend is such a big slut; I didn't know that.”
This time, Butcher moved his hand away from your lips and gave you a hard spanking on your ass cheek, nearly causing you to shout out in agony and pleasure. You moaned, “Please,” not really comprehending what you were pleading for. 
“Please what?” Excited, Butcher asked. He continued to stroke his cock inside of you while gathering and pulling your hair. “Tell me you want to be fucked by him. How much do you want to be fucked by him, huh? Imagine Soldier Boy sucking your cunt.”
With one forceful stroke, Butcher slammed his cock into your pussy just as you tightened around it, roaring as he began to come inside of you. You finally clutched around his cock, moaning as your orgasm hit strong because his triggered yours. 
“Fuck, love. That was good,” Butcher remarked, grunting as he removed his softened cock from your pussy. 
Your cheeks reddened as you straightened your skirt, pulling up your underwear and giving him a furious look. “You know I don't like it when you talk about threesomes or anything related.”
He murmured, “Come on,” embracing you in his arms as he lit a cigarette. “We haven't been together for fucking two years, and you're not interested in trying anything new. You are aware that our relationship is currently becoming a little monotonous.”
You questioned with shock and disgust, “Boring? We love each other. Is this not enough?”
“Love can't solve everything out, my dear.” Butcher planted a firmly planted kiss on your lips. “You need to be receptive to new ideas. You know, I wasn't aware that you were so old-fashioned-minded.”
You refused, blushing with shame. “I'm not,” you said. “But what if it ruins our relationship?”
“It fucking won't,” he murmured, running his fingers over your tender spot. “It will make our relationship even better than before.”
You asked, hoping that at some point he would change his mind because it was twisted as fuck and you didn't want another man to touch you: “Do you really want to watch me getting fucked by someone else though?” Not Soldier Boy, in particular.
“Is it not evident? I want to jerk off and watch your gorgeous pussy get filled up with another man's sperm while you scream and get fucked hard.” 
You sighed and reluctantly replied, “Okay.” A grin appeared on Butcher's face. He was shocked to see that, after weeks of trying, you were finally saying yes. “So be it.” 
A week later, with just the three of you living in the house, Butcher was fucking you with his fingers when Soldier Boy burst through the door, smoking some weed. 
When your eyes met his green ones, you wanted to press your knees together, but Butcher grabbed you firmly and murmured, “Don't be shy, relax,” as if it were natural and not at all awkward. 
Before giving you a sly grin, Soldier Boy sat on the closest chair and smelled the white from the desk in front of him. 
You made an effort to clear your head and concentrate just on the pleasure. You moaned in protest when Butcher stopped, leaving you on edge, just as your walls were about to tighten. 
He noticed and then said, “You're ready now,” whispering to your lips as Soldier Boy removed his shirt, his broad muscles in sight. 
After Butcher kissed you firmly, you put your knees together and sat in the chair that was very next to the bed, feeling a little uneasy. 
Soldier Boy whispered, “Let's see what your little girlfriend is capable of.” He worked his cock and pulled down his sweatpants. “Come here.”
He moved your body on the bed before you could respond, put his hand behind your back, and brought his cock to your lips. You assumed it would be limited to simple fucking. In your lengthy partnership, even Butcher had only ever fucked your mouth two or three times. Now, a stranger who you had never even fucked before was going to make you suck him. 
Before you could say anything, he slipped his cock between your lips, and your pulse was pounding in your chest. You gagged strongly, pressing your hands across his thighs to make him slow down. 
With a deep voice, Butcher said, “Suck him good,” stroking himself as he watched your eyes well up with tears from being fucked on the mouth. 
Soldier Boy moaned, “Use that mouth better,” and forcefully pressed his cock to your throat. It was difficult to swallow everything because it was so much larger than Butcher's. 
His hand stoked your hair as you palmed his testicles and squeezed him, all while using your tongue to satiate him and get him to release his grip. 
When you began to use your tongue and hands simultaneously, he groaned loudly. "Look at her eagerness. Desperately trying to make me cum in her mouth like a bitch.”
He halted your motion, grasped his shaft, and fixed your head in position. His precum was dripping from the tip, and his thumb hovered over the head of the cock. 
This time, he said, “Suck the head,” pressing the head between your lips once more. “Look at me.”
His salty precum covered your tongue as you sucked the head off his shaft and took a look at him. It tasted nasty and salty. similar to Butcher's. 
As he watched you suck Soldier Boy's hardness, Butcher remarked, “Fuck, you are so hot like this, baby,” and continued to stroke his dick. 
“Fuck, I'm about to cum; don't you fucking stop.” With a moan, Soldier Boy kept your head still. 
When he told you he was getting close, you attempted to back off. After all, you've never been fond of the taste of sperm. 
Butcher remarked with a cunning smirk, “She doesn't like it to be spilled in her throat. You may, however, spill over her face. She finds it more appealing.”
“Do you take permission when you fuck her mouth and are about to cum?” With a single, hard thrust, Soldier Boy laughed and plunged his cock deep into your throat. His legs continued to push against your hands, which were trying to stop him before he reached your mouth, and your eyes began to well up with tears. “Relax your throat or it will be harder for you.”
When he groaned and began to fuck into your mouth, pushing it all the way down and spilling, filling your lips with his thick, white ropes, you kept moaning in fear. “Swallow it all.”
“Yes, fuck,” Butcher groaned out. "You're so fucking hot like this. Allow him to fill that lovely mouth."
You followed his instructions, and when he finished spitting inside your throat and you gasped, he pulled his cock out of your lips.
Soldier Boy pushed you to the bed and stated, “Not bad, but it can be better,” preventing you from catching some air.
He immediately inserted two fingers into your pussy and groaned, “Fucking slut. You are very wet. Look at you. Is it pleasant to get face-fucked by someone else in front of the one you love?”
“No,” you replied, trying not to break down too soon and astonished at how already wet you were. You were incredibly close. 
“You adored it to the hilt. Perhaps you enjoy being forced? Did you enjoy being dominated?”
This time, you didn't respond, and as you rode your climax, your walls constricted around his fingers, causing your lips to separate in pleasure. You moaned so loudly that it caused Butcher to experience an orgasm as well. 
“Fuck, sweetie.” He said, “I knew you would like it,” as he approached you and observed Soldier Boy continuing to finger your pussy. You wanted him to slow down, but he kept forcing his fingers inside, even though you felt oversensitive and your legs were shaking. 
With a “Now it's time for real fuck,” Soldier Boy turned to face you and gave you a spank to your ass behind you. 
Soldier Boy moved behind you, pumping his hardness a little harder, and Butcher took himself in hand again.
When Soldier Boy shoved his cock inside and Butcher groaned, “Look at me when he fucks you,” you closed your eyes. 
When you opened your eyes, you saw him stroking himself while he watched you get railed by another man.
You were momentarily out of breath when Soldier Boy began to fuck you raw and hard while holding your hips tightly. His balls were slamming against your clit and making nasty noises while he was hissing behind you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning, but as soon as he began to quickly stroke your most sensitive area, you began to scream with both pleasure and pain.
Soldier Boy growled, “You fucking shameless slut,” and he hurried to get behind you. “Look at your guy as he takes himself in hand while I'm giving you a raw fuck. You enjoy being taken on by a stranger so much, don't you? You tightly clasp around me. Fuck it. From now on, I will fuck you every day.”
He forced your head into the covers, causing you to gasp for air while he continued to pound into you. You tried to get a breath, but you were powerless against his strong grip. 
He grinned and added, “Cum around my cock or I'm not going to let you go. Cum around my cock while your boyfriend watches you getting railed.”
You clenched around him, desperate for air, and with a silent groan, you stepped around him. His strong hands made you tremble, and your climax lingered longer than expected, much to your surprise. 
“This is how you fuck your woman,” Soldier Boy declared. “By stopping fucking taking permissions and giving what her slut body needed.”
Butcher got to the bed with a roar, and you found yourself on top of him. “Come here, baby.”
Your eyes widened in horror as Butcher shoved his cock inside your pussy while Soldier Boy was still inside of you. You trembled and whispered, “It's not possible.”
Your ass got spanked by Soldier Boy, who moaned, “Fucking shut up.”
You clasped your hands around Butcher's arms and screamed as their huge cocks were shoved in your pussy. 
“You're so gorgeous like this, taking our cocks so good,” Butcher murmured when he simultaneously began to fuck you and so did Soldier Boy. 
To press your pained moans, you started to kiss Butcher while Soldier Boy kept soaking and insulting you as he fucked you from behind.
“Such sluts like you have to be fucked exactly like this. For you, one cock is never enough. See your body's reaction when you take two dicks at once. You're encircling me with clamps and fucking leaking.”
Butcher moaned, “Keep going,” as he gave you short, hard strokes. 
Soldier Boy muttered, “Gonna fill you up, baby,” and gently bit your neck while speaking in your ear. 
Soldier Boy moaned as he fucked you with Butcher, and with one last blow, he began to spill inside of you, causing Butcher to have another orgasm. This continued until Soldier Boy humiliated you with words in every way possible. 
With a loud gasp, you clamped around Butcher and continued to kiss him passionately. 
Soldier Boy moaned, “Oh fuck,” as he continued to spill his thick white ropes inside of you and kissed the back of your neck firmly.
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Turning your back to him, you kissed him on the lips passionately and said, “That was so good, baby.”
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thelirofnorthlands · 6 months ago
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A little appreciation post for these divine men … In my humble opinion-Gods gift to humanity 🫠🫠🫠
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These two can call me in the middle of the night asking me to hide a body … and dear god I’ll dig the hole myself… naked 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨
With season 4 around the corner let us all brave women and men brace ourselves for some Fanny flutters from these two fine not so gentlemen.
Further more .. a lil fun for the masses
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(I do not own any of the photos or gifs) Credit to original creators ❤️❤️❤️🫡
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lamentationsofalonelypotato · 10 months ago
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You Call It Madness But I Call It Love
Pairing: Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV
Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn
Song Inspiration For The Series: You Call It Madness But I Call It Love By Russ Columbo
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Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.  This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters fluctuate between past and present, beginning in 1934. SPOILERS FOR THE BOYS S3
Chapter 1: You Shouldn't Have Answered the Door
Chapter 2: Late Night Visitor
Chapter 3: Summer Has to End Someday
Chapter 4: It's My Party and I'll Eat Cake If I Want To
Chapter 5: The Man, The Myth, The Legend
Chapter 6: Batter Up
Chapter 7: Are We Old Friends Or Old Enemies?
Chapter 8: Jealousy Doesn't Look Good On Anybody Except...
Chapter 9: Wedding Bells or Gong of Destruction?
Chapter 10: How Did It End Up Like This?
Chapter 11: I Can't Think With You Yelling At Me!
Chapter 12: My Heart Is Beating For You Constantly
Chapter 13: You Made A Plaything Out of Romance
Chapter 14: You're All I'm Dreaming Of
Chapter 15: What Do You Know About Love?
Chapter 16: Please Come Back To Me
Chapter 17: How Could I Ever Forget?
Chapter 18: First Impressions Are Often Correct
Chapter 19: I Know Who You Are
Chapter 20: You Were There
Chapter 21: Try To Understand
Chapter 22: I May Be Right Or I May Be Crazy
Chapter 23: Extreme Makeover Backyard Edition
Chapter 24: What The Past Held
Chapter 25: Are Family Reunions Always This Awkward?
Chapter 26: I Hate You, I Love You
Chapter 27: Take Me Back To The Beginning
Epilogue: True Love Is Hard To Find
Last Updated: 10/08/2024 (Series Complete)
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One Shots:
Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?: All you wanted was for Ben to have a nice Thanksgiving, but when your daughter brings her new boyfriend over, all hell brakes loose!
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[Extras]
Chapter 7.5: The Only Escape (Unused)
Happy Halloween! (Takes Place After Main Series)
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zepskies · 5 months ago
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Hi Zep! For the WIP game, can I ask about Lost on You?
Of course, Battie! Thank you for asking. 💜😘
Lost on You (Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader) is an idea I've developed and expanded on from this Soldier Boy imagine:
Soldier Boy dating a supe with siren abilities. 🧜‍♀️ He underestimates you. You give him a reason to think twice.
I've written Soldier Boy/Ben paired with a normal human in Break Me Down, which is set in the "present," or post-season 3. You're so very good at writing Soldier Boy in the past (40s and 80s), but for me, I thought it would be an even harder challenge to write something set in the '80s -- 1983 in this case.
He's still in his prime as alpha male supe at Vought, at the height of his glory, so to speak, with all the assholery and debauchery that's gonna entail. 😂
Here's some more detail on the premise:
Summary: 1983 is a big year for you. You’re finally chosen to join the ranks of Payback, led by the most (in)famous supe in the world: Soldier Boy. He’ll never admit that he’s trying his damndest to figure you out. You’ll never admit that he’s actually growing on you. But the problem with this game is deciding who's the predator, and who is prey.
Song Inspo: “Lost on You” by the Cubaneros (originally by LP)
(Speaking of music inspo lol^) And because I'm extra, I created the thumbnail before I've even finished writing the outline, also for inspo:
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(I'm still working on the outline for this one, so I don't have a release date yet. But I'll keep you guys updated when I'm ready to start posting!)
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atenea585 · 1 month ago
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Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader
Tags/Warnings: +18, smut, language, spanking, pussy spanking, dirty talk.
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Your hands being restrained by his belt, your fingers holding tightly onto the headboard of the bed as his thrusts caused it to hit the wall again and again. There’s no way the entire building wasn’t listening to both of you, especially you and your screams.
“That’s a good girl.” He said under his breath, leaning over your body to speak in your ear. “You’re so fuckin’ good for me, baby… So hot and soft I feel like I could break you. If I had had you before… Wouldn’t have even let you breathe without having my dick inside your fuckin’ pussy.”
You moaned lowly at his words. You couldn’t think or even focus on one thing, the pleasure clouding your mind, causing you to feel dizzy. Is it possible to get dizzy with lust?
“Are you always such a good freakin’ girl?” He murmured against your ear, giving your hair a tug, which he held in his fist as he continued to thrust into you. “Or is it just with me, dirty girl?”
You felt a tickle in your stomach at the nickname and you squeezed your eyes shut.
“Only…only with you.” You whimpered as best you could, more of a babble into the pillow.
“What'd you say?” He gave your hair another tug, this time harder, causing you to let out a deep mewl as he lifted your panting face from the pillow, which was wet from your tears. “Didn’t hear you, doll.”
Okay, you still couldn’t figure out how you had found yourself in this situation, saying yes more with actions than words. Hell, he hadn’t even started the kiss, although you could definitely tell he wanted to end it.
“I-I…” You stammered and tried to take a moment to think about your words, but as mentioned before, you couldn’t think of anything because of his incessant thrusts (in, out, in, out, in, out).
And the sounds that came from the union of both.
Oh, God, the sounds!
When a dog is drinking water… Yes… Exactly.
“C’mon, girl.” He growled, biting your earlobe. “I don’t like waiting.”
“Yes, sir!” You exclaimed and your eyes rolled back as your nails scratched the wood. “J-just for you!”
You heard him laugh, and never had a laugh seemed so lustful compared to that.
“Good answer. You deserve a reward.”
He slapped your buttock before moving that same hand in front of you, moving it up your body and giving your breasts another slap, one each, at least the ones you could count (you couldn’t even concentrate on that). Without stopping his attacks, which took you forward with each blow, he lowered his hand, lightly scratching your skin, until he reached your center, where he roughly rubbed your clitoris.
“Oh- Sh- Soldier Boy!” You screamed, your eyes widening.
Just an hour ago you hated this guy, his way of being was not something that attracted you in any other man (in fact it pushed you away), but Ben had something that made you fall on him as if it were a clumsy accident.
“Cum for me.” He muttered against the side of your neck. “Do it now so I can come down and give it a taste.”
That was more than enough. Your entire body tensed to the point where you firmly believed the belt would tear around your hands. You screamed his name (more like his superhero name, just like he had told you at the beginning) as your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open.
And his attacks kept coming. Wet and sticky.
“Yeah… Yeah, that’s it.” He spanked you again, harder, causing you to moan, before grabbing your ass with both hands. “Knew you would fall to your knees, darlin’.” His thrusts became sloppy, his knees rubbing against the sheets and you nearly falling forward from his desperate grip. ”That’s what you are… You are a slut.” He said through clenched teeth. All you could do was take it, squirming slightly at the sensitivity. “A dirty little girl looking to get fucked hard, isn’t you?” He rested a hand on your head, sinking you back into the pillow. “Take it all!” He gave a deep moan and you felt his cum staining your walls, deep, very deep.
He gasped and let go of you. Your entire body fell on the bed, exhausted, somewhat sore, but in a beautiful way. It’s one of those moments where your body feels hot and sticky and you don’t want to move because you think you might make it worse. That’s how you felt, except the reason for this was not because of the summer weather or because of exercising (well, depending on what type of exercise we are talking about).
“That was good.” He snorted and ran a hand over his sweaty forehead. “Are you okay, baby?” He asked, but you knew his words probably hid amusement. The bastard was proud of how he had left you.
You sputtered into the pillow and heard him laugh lightly.
You closed your eyes, and just when you thought you would have time to rest and regain your strength, he easily turned you over and you opened your eyes again in surprise. For the first time you saw him after almost an hour having him behind you. He was sweaty and flushed across his chest. His dick wasn’t flaccid or hard, it was halfway, but Ben was surely more than capable of lifting it back up without any problem. It was creamy with your cum and had a white ring at its base.
His breathing had already returned to normal, which you associated with his powers, since you were still having trouble breathing.
“Lemme see.” He spread your legs with a firm hand and slapped your clit with two fingers, causing more of his cum to leak out of you. “I’m not gonna lie, doll, it’s a good fuckin’ view.”
He leaned forward, his hands holding your thighs tightly before giving your center a lick, making you hiss in hypersensitivity. He laughed against your pussy, your insides vibrating, and reached out a hand, undoing his belt and freeing your hands, which you caressed with your thumbs. They were red and you were sure you would get bruises.
“Now…” He buried his face between your legs again, causing you to moan and close your thighs around his head, which he roughly separated. He looked up at you, a smug smile on his face that you wanted to slap away. “Your reward, darlin’.”
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wayward-dreamer · 2 years ago
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Far From Innocent - Part 1
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader
Word count: 3,976
Summary: Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)
Warnings: Angst, swearing, degrading language, typical 1950s misogyny, sexual thoughts, thoughts of cheating, drinking, smoking, drug use, smut (not with reader): threesome, ffm, p in v, oral sex (female receiving), voyeurism
A/N: This was all incredibly fun to write, to the point where it kept getting longer, and therefore I decided to split it up. Next part will be out in a few days. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it and happy reading! beta'd by my darling @hintsofhoney
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The myriad of champagne and soft jazz was the only thing keeping Y/N entertained.
Her eyes drifted away from the band at the opposite end of the large foyer, over the guests that were in attendance at whatever gala it was, before they landed on her drink. Picking up the coupe glass, she threw back the remainder of the bubbly liquid as she looked at the bar, longing for something stronger. She wasn’t sure if she should, knowing that her fiancé didn’t like it when she overdid things, but considering he had gone off to smoke cigars with his co-workers, she figured it didn’t really matter. Leaving her glass behind on the table for a waiter to take away, she picked up her purse and made her way across the room, excusing herself as she pushed past some of the guests.
She reached the bar and waited as the bartender served a few other people, opening her purse, taking out her silver cigarette case and holder. She fit the cigarette into the holder and placed it in her mouth, digging through her purse as she tried to find her lighter.
“What can I get you, ma’am?” the bartender asked, as he approached her across the ledge.
Ma’am? What did she look like, 50? “Miss,” she corrected, mumbling around the holder in her mouth, “and an Old Fashioned, please.”
“Sure thing,” he replied, with a firm nod.
“God damnit,” she cursed under her breath as she peered inside her purse, seeing no lighter.
“Make that two,” she heard a rough, deep voice say as it stood beside her.
“Yes sir,” the bartender said, working on the drinks.
She lifted her head to see who had joined her at the bar, and the cigarette holder nearly fell as her mouth hung open. Her eyes widened briefly as she took in green and gold encasing strong muscles, her gaze meeting the green orbs that stared back at her. She cleared her throat as she took the holder from between her lips, smiling widely at the incredible presence in front of her.
“Soldier Boy,” she gasped, laughing lightly as she held her hand out. “It’s a pleasure, sir.”
“It sure can be, sugar,” he smirked, holding up a lighter for her.
She wasn’t completely sure what he was implying, but she felt her cheeks heat up, nonetheless. She leaned forward, letting the small flame burn the tip of the cigarette as she inhaled, blowing out a large puff as she glanced back at him.
“Thank you,” she said, only briefly meeting his gaze. His green eyes were intense as he stared at her, leaning against the dark mahogany of the bar, his own cigarette resting between his fingers.
“A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t be getting a drink alone,” he stated, the smirk still present on his unbelievably handsome face. His eyes wandered down her figure, admiring the deep red, off-shoulder pencil dress, the draping cinched in at the waist with a thin belt. “That’s quite a dress.”
“I’m-I’m not alone,” she sighed, the words sounding false considering she didn’t know where fiancé was.
Soldier Boy glanced around and behind her, before meeting her eyes again. “I don’t see anyone else here with ya, doll.”
“I-”
“Y/N!” she heard her name being called just as she was about to give an excuse.
She turned her attention away from the supe for a brief moment, smiling softly as her fiancé walked over to her, a new drink in one hand and a half-smoked cigar in the other. He stepped up beside her, pressing a small kiss to her cheek, just as her eyes quickly flicked up to the other man still standing in front of them.
“Sir, this is-” she began but her fiancé cut her off, offering his hand to Soldier Boy.
“Soldier Boy, it’s an honor sir,” he said, waiting for the supe to give him some sort of acknowledgement. “I’m Jim Nelson, from the Vought production office, we worked on The Soldier Boy Story together.”
“Of course,” he nodded, finally placing his hand in Jim’s, shaking it firmly. “Thanks for all the great work, kid.”
Y/N watched on as Jim touched around his wrist; clearly the handshake had been harder than he expected. She looked between the two men, noting that Soldier Boy’s face was stoic, void of any kind of emotion towards Jim. She took a long drag from the cigarette holder, blowing it out slowly as remained silent, observing as she always did. That’s when you learn the most about people.
“This is Y/N, my fiancée,” Jim finally introduced her, even though she and the superhero were already semi-acquainted. “She works in administration. She just moved up to your floor, actually.”
“Really?” Soldier Boy’s full attention was suddenly on her. He didn’t even bother to hide his delight in learning that fact, the smile returning to his features. “Well, I certainly won’t forget a face as pretty as yours.”
Their eyes met once more, his green orbs still burning with intensity, causing her face to heat up. She felt it move down her neck and into her limbs, the feeling settling low in her belly. She had only felt something like it once before, and it was during a moment of weakness she would rather forget. In that moment, she ignored whatever it was, taking a sip of the amber liquid she still hadn’t touched.
“She is gorgeous, isn’t she?” Jim commented, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, and pulling her close, looking between the supe and her.
“She is,” Soldier Boy agreed, but he didn’t look towards the other man at all. “I’m glad we’ll be seeing more of each other.”
Her knees almost buckled under his penetrating stare, the warmth continuing to simmer. She didn’t understand why she was feeling this way, especially around someone who wasn’t the man she was marrying in two months’ time. It didn’t make any sense. She suddenly felt Jim’s hand pressing more firmly into her hip, making her look up at his face. He smiled but she could see he wasn’t happy with the attention she had received from Vought’s most respected.
“Well, we really should be going,” he announced, glancing down at her before he looked back at Soldier Boy. “Gotta be back here bright and early tomorrow.”
Soldier Boy said nothing as he sipped his drink, his gaze shifting between both of them. Y/N dropped her eyes to her own drink, barely sipped, but she put it down on the bar knowing that they needed to leave. She fixed her long, white cocktail gloves, picked up her purse and finally looked back at the supe, her arm around her fiancé’s.
“Goodnight, sir,” she said, softly.
He gave her a small nod, watching them make their way towards the exit. They stopped at one of the tables, allowing her to pick up her white shawl and drape it around her exposed shoulders, before they continued towards the other end of the room. Just as they stepped through the archway, Y/N turned her head, their eyes meeting even with the distance between. He lifted up her drink in a salute to her, throwing it back in one shot.
Soon, her vision was blocked by the wall as they continued down the hallway, but her mind was still reeling from the chance meeting of the supe she had always admired.
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The car pulled up to the three-storey townhouse, the engine cutting out just as Jim turned to Y/N. She smiled as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, slow kiss. His hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking across her skin, just the kiss deepened. A low moan escaped her, but she had a brief thought that she hoped things weren’t leading somewhere. She didn’t want to give in again like she did the last time they were together, just a few weeks ago. It was their first time being intimate, and she really wished they had waited like any other couple would have.
Jim’s hand slipped down the back of her red dress, landing on her waist as he pressed himself closer to her. She breathed in deep as their lips were still fused together, cupping her hands under his jaw, as she pulled away quickly.
“I should really go up, my parents are probably wondering where I am,” she said, glancing behind him at the lights on in the windows.
“Don’t you… wanna do it again?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow as he pecked her lips.
She huffed a small laugh, shaking her head. “I really can’t.”
“Come on, honey,” he insisted, planting small kisses along her cheek, her jaw and down to her neck.
“Jimmy,” she sighed, pressing her hands into his suit-covered chest. “Jimmy, please-”
He groaned as he shifted back, a scowl pulling at his features. “We already have once, what’s the big deal?”
She was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, seeming genuinely upset that she didn’t want to do anything. She frowned, their eyes on each other as he waited for her to say something that he would consider a good enough excuse.
“Well, it’s like you said,” she muttered, offering him a smile, “bright and early tomorrow, right?”
“Jesus, Y/N,” he whispered, shaking his head in annoyance.
Because it wasn’t good, that’s why she thought as she only admitted the truth of that night to herself. It had started fine, the arousal that had built in their relationship causing things to become heated quickly, their kisses and touches frantic as they laid in the back of his car that night. The steam faded just as quick, however, as it was over before it really even got going. After the initial discomfort, just as she was enjoying herself, Jim was done well before she was. So yeah, it wasn’t good, and she didn’t have the heart to tell him that.
She wondered if things would be better once they were married. She had heard from her friends that their sex lives were incredible, and she had to hope that it all wasn’t one great, big lie. She wanted to experience something overwhelming. All consuming. She wanted fireworks.
And so far… there were none.
“I have to go,” she stated, picking up her purse and reaching for the door.
“Wait, wait,” he mumbled, taking her hand in his just as she turned to face him again. He leaned down and kissed her knuckles. “I’m sorry.”
She sighed, heavily just as their eyes locked. She nodded slowly, quickly moving in to softly kiss his lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He kissed her once more before he let go of her hand, allowing her to reach for the car door again. She stepped out and shut the door, her heels clicking against the concrete as she made her to the steps outside the building. She turned once she reached the top, giving Jimmy a small wave before she took out her keys, opening the door just as his car drove away.
As much as she loved him, loved spending her time with him in and outside of work, she really hoped that the next day was busy enough that she didn’t need to see him.
Sometimes she just needed a break.
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The work day started like it always did. There was a quick meeting with all the administration staff on what needed to be done for the day, followed by a morning round of coffee and then onto the tasks at hand. Y/N had phone duties and sorting contracts from floor to floor for each of the supes currently in the Vought American payroll. She had already dealt with some of the newcomers in the morning; calling them to sign on the dotted line and seal their fate with the company for as long as it was specified on their deal. Simple as that.
Y/N knew she had the easiest job of the whole administration team. When she wasn’t on phones and contract delivery between hero management and the heroes, she would usually be handling correspondence and ordering supplies, and that was the extent of her duties. She heard rumors of what other employees had to deal with, but she was never sure what the level of truth was to them. Some people gossiped but she wasn’t one to get involved or listen, choosing instead to keep her head down and do the work. She was only one of three secretaries on the 40th floor; in the grand scheme of the company, she had the least high-profile role and she was glad about that.
Around midday, everything was a little less hectic after the mad, morning rush. The phone rang obnoxiously loud, cutting through the silence as she sorted through different files, her manicured fingers quickly picked up the receiver as she continued to glance over the words on the paper.
“Vought American, thank you for your call,” Y/N recited, her usual greeting like second nature at this point. “How may I help you?”
“Uh, yeah this is Mike from hero management. Listen, we’re tryna reach Soldier Boy, but he ain’t answering his phone,” the voice on the end of the line replied. “We need someone to check in at his loft, make sure he’s even there.”
“Well, someone else is going to have to handle that,” Y/N stated, looking down at the time on her watch. “I’m about to take my lunch break-”
“Look, toots, just get a hold of him and send him down to 38, okay? Then you can chow down on your PB&J all you want,” Mike snapped, cutting the call immediately after his words.
She glared at the receiver as the engaged tone beeped repeatedly, rolling her eyes as slammed it back on the holder and caused the dial to chime from the force. The days she didn’t have to deal with corporate assholes were the best, but now thanks to just one the day had the potential of getting worse if she had any more phone calls like that. And now she had to deal with Soldier Boy, something she had never done before, considering he had an assistant who kept tabs on him. So where the hell was she?
Y/N brushed her light blue skirt down as she stood up and pushed her chair under the desk, her heels clicking against the marble floors as she made her way towards the heroes’ apartments. She had only ever been as far as Liberty’s penthouse, never having dealt with the last supe that lived at the end of the hallway. As she reached the door, her eyes wandered over the words “Soldier Boy” written in gold letters, a shaky breath escaping her as she lifted her fist and knocked. She waited a moment as she tried to listen for footsteps, but she heard nothing.
Reaching for the doorknob, she was surprised to find it unlocked as she turned it and opened the door. She peered inside, her eyes widened as she took in the extensive space. Black marble floors with dark wood panels on the walls, black leather sofas in the living area that extended to a large wooden dining table and chairs, and a long, black marble ledge with a bar behind it. The colors of his super suit were in the décor, like the dark green cushions, rug and curtains, gold doorknobs and the huge gold bust of a Bald Eagle with its wings spread, kept on a stand near the shelves of liquor. Slowly, Y/N stepped into the apartment, shutting the door quietly behind her.
As she walked in cautiously, she saw no signs that Soldier Boy was there. She frowned as she passed by the coffee table, remnants of white powder dusted across the black marble, shaking her head in confusion. Her ears perked up as a sudden groan cut through the silence, her gaze landing on the sliding doors at the other end of the room that were left slightly open in the middle. She took a few steps forward, soft moans echoing through causing her to stop in her tracks. She knew what those sounds were. She had made them herself, even if they weren’t quite as lustful as the ones she was hearing.
The moans and whimpers continued to increase in volume but also in number, almost like they were happening at the same time. Y/N knew she should’ve turned around and ran out the door, but she found herself moving towards the room, feeling her heart beating rapidly in her chest. As she reached the small opening between the doors, her eyes widened at the scene in front of her, a tingling sensation running through her whole body and down to her core.
Soldier Boy stood at the side of his bed, a light sheen of sweat across his torso, his hands gripping tight into the flesh of a brunette woman’s hips fully bent over in front of him. He was completely naked as his pelvis smacked the curve of her ass, his muscles flexing as he pounded into her. Y/N’s gaze continued down the woman’s back, shock and something else she couldn’t really decipher coursing through her as she saw her head buried between another woman’s legs, the latter on her back as she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. Y/N couldn’t see the brunette’s face, but considering the supe’s assistant had the same hair color, she assumed that Sherry was the one in the middle.
Y/N wasn’t sure how much time had passed with her standing there, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave. Everything seemed to be moving slower, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, her thighs squeezing together under her skirt the longer she watched. She gulped as she saw the way Soldier Boy moved, his touch hard and rough as his hand tugged at the roots of her hair and pulled her up. Her eyes squeezed shut as his other hand slid around her waist and between her legs, a shrill cry falling from her lips as her head fell back against his shoulder. The blonde woman on the bed sat up, leaning forward and letting her tongue roam over Sherry’s skin, softly sucking at the hard, rosy buds.
The longer Y/N stood there, the more she wished she could find herself in a similar scenario. The position was intricate, intimate but it was far from innocent, and lately… that was exactly what she wanted but had never admitted to anyone but herself.
Soldier Boy grunted as his pace sped up, his eyes on the women in front of him but they briefly drifted away. His gaze focused on the doors directly ahead of him, catching the glimpse of blue he could see through the crack in the door. His eyes met Y/N’s, causing her to gasp as she had finally been caught. As he thrusted into the woman in front of him, her moans getting louder with each one, he ignored her as he continued to keep his eyes locked on Y/N. His lips pulled up into a grin, unaware of how long she had been standing there, but enjoying the attention. He winked at her as a deep, husky chuckle left him, his stare unwavering.
Y/N jumped back, her brain finally snapping back into action. Her heel squeaked against the marble as she turned quickly, her shoes clacking against the floor as she rushed out the door and slammed it behind her. She ran down the hallway, halting to a stop as she got to the corner, walking to the desks at a normal pace as she tried to calm her racing heart. There was no way to unsee what she just witnessed, and in some way she didn’t want to. Just as she reached her desk, Jim walked down the opposite hallway, beaming once he saw her.
“Hey,” he greeted, kissing her cheek as he reached her. “Ready for lunch?”
“Uh…” she cleared her throat, nodding quickly as she glanced at her watch. “Yeah, yeah, let’s get outta here.”
He frowned, cupping her cheek as she looked up at him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, smiling softly. “I’m good.” She wasn’t, but what else was she supposed to say after what just happened?
“Alright,” he said, offering her his arm. “Let’s eat.”
Y/N picked up her purse, looped her arm through the top handle as she pulled on her white gloves, checking the buttons on her matching blue jacket before she turned to her fiancé. She hooked her arm around his and let him lead the way towards the elevator.
She was glad that she had something for balance, her mind far too preoccupied with everything she had seen.
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Y/N sat in front of the mirror at her dresser, staring blankly as she brushed her hair in leisured strokes. Her brain hadn’t been able to focus for the rest of the day at work, and on the walk home from the subway she missed her street and kept walking, eventually realizing and turning back. Flashes of him with those women kept tormenting her, teasing her with things she hadn’t thought she wanted until she saw it right in front of her. She loved Jim, and she had to believe that things would get better in the bedroom once they were married, so she really had no right thinking about what she saw Soldier Boy doing with Sherry and the other woman.
And yet, it had been hours since it had happened, and she still couldn’t stop thinking about it. She couldn’t stop thinking about how rough he had been, how his muscles rippled with every move, how hard he was thrusting into her…
She shook herself out of her trance, putting her hairbrush down and pulling her curlers in front of her. Having mastered rolling her hair within twenty minutes, she was done within that time and tied a scarf around her head to keep them in place overnight. She applied cream to her face and stood up, climbed under the covers of her bed and turned off the lamp on the nightstand. She adjusted her head against the pillow as best as she could with the curlers, staring up at the ceiling through the darkness in the room. As she closed her eyes, hoping to drift off into a deep slumber, images of Soldier Boy began to flash through her memory.
She groaned as her eyes snapped open. She turned her head, looking up at the phone on her nightstand. She bit her lip as she wondered whether she should call Jim, hoping that talking to him might help her forget what happened that morning. She shook her head and closed her eyes once more, knowing it was quite late to be calling. Her mind continued to torture her, but instead of ignoring it, she let herself be swept away.
The exhilaration she felt with seeing him in the act, it was far better than whatever she had felt when she and Jim had succumbed to their desires. No matter how much she told herself it would get better after marriage, there was a part of her that knew it wasn’t true. No matter what she felt from her fiancé, there was no way he was capable of what Soldier Boy was.
She wanted to know what it felt like, to experience that kind of intensity and passion. That should’ve scared her, but it didn’t. What actually scared her was the fact that she didn’t want those things with her fiancé.
She wanted those things with Soldier Boy.
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waynes-multiverse · 2 years ago
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Rehab – Prologue
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Series Summary: Thanks to Soldier Boy, the CIA was able to develop Project Bloom under the fierce leadership of Grace Mallory: a final cure to Compound V and a hopeful end to the supe epidemic three years after the explosive incident at Vought. A secret rehab facility in Upstate New York is supposed to help former heroes find their way back to humanity. The catch, though? Soldier Boy has never fucking agreed to any of this shit and is surely not happy about being powerless for the first time in his goddamn long life.
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female!Reader
Warnings: +18, language, general angst
Word Count: 778
A/N: Welcome, friends! I’ve missed writing for Soldier Boy, and I’m so happy to have this dirty, ol’ gramps back. Be aware, tho, that some topics are of a darker nature and it doesn’t necessarily have the happy ending y’all are imagining 😉 That being said, enjoy this prologue and lemme know if you wanna be on the series tag list for this story!
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Prologue: rehab
“How are his latest test results?”
“Looking good, ma’am. His body is behaving exactly like we wanted it to. The Compound V is gone from his system after the third dose, and he’s recovering as expected. His vitals look very promising.”
“Good, good.” Grace Mallory nods at the young doctor in a white lab coat, a smirk playing across her thin lips as she looks at the unconscious fallen hero through the glass of his cryopod. “Wake him up and move him to the facility Upstate with the others,” she orders.
And so it happened that Soldier Boy was no longer a threat, the once most dangerous bomb on the planet defused, rendered harmless and impotent. These days, the former venomous snake was no more frightening than a toothless blindworm.
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Y/N’s head lifts from the backgammon board in front of her and drifts to the commotion streaming in from the hall as the high-security metal entrance doors of the facility fly wide open. Curiously, she rises from her lounge chair, abandoning her winning match against her companion, and stalks closer, leaning against a concrete column. Three CIA agents hold down and wrangle with a furiously screaming man – broad-shouldered, longer sandy-blond hair, and neatly trimmed beard. They push him inside with all the strength they can muster while the guy in agony fights tooth and nail against the restraining arms around him.
“LET ME GO! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL! NO! NO! GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! NOOOO! DON’T YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?! YOU FUCKING BITCH! I’LL FUCKING END YOU FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME!”
Y/N, however, is not so surprised by that circumstance. After all, the guy’s not the first person that has ever tried to fight his way out of supe rehab. It happens all the time. In fact, she might be one of the few that actually came here willingly. Her brow significantly raises, though, as Grace Mallory strolls in behind the four men. Officially retired from the CIA but still in charge of Project Bloom, she only comes along for the special cases, the big fish, and as Y/N squints her eyes and takes a closer look at the newest arrival, her heart completely stops and drops to her slippers on the ivory linoleum.
“Is that–” She stumps, not daring to say the supe’s name aloud.
“Ben, yes,” Mallory nods and smiles, enjoying the struggle a little too much, her eyes practically fixated on the green-eyed man. “Of course, you might know him only as Soldier Boy.”
Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat. So it really is him. The sole reason why she’s here, the greatest superhero that ever lived who was captured and brainwashed by the commies – or so Vought claims. She’s never met him personally before today, but Soldier Boy’s surely been on the news a lot in recent years – the radioactive hero and his killing sprees. Whispered rumors among supes even say he fathered Homelander, which, if true, is just a blatant crime against humanity in and of itself.
“Do me a favor, Y/N? You’re our most experienced patient here – take him under your wing, make sure he adjusts and stays out of trouble,” Mallory says, albeit it’s unmistakably meant as an order. The CIA doesn’t do nicely phrased requests.
“Alright,” Y/N nods resolutely, hoping the former CIA deputy director doesn’t notice the thick swallow that drips down her throat. Her eyes swerve back to the man in question, one of the doctors forcefully ramming a needle into his jugular as the hero screams at the top of his lungs before his bowed legs give in. The violent green eyes lose their fight and close, and he succumbs to the linoleum with a loud thud worthy of his massive stature. “Is that really necessary?”
Y/N always hates when they sedate someone. After all, the clinic is supposed to help people, not necessarily torture them, albeit the CIA often shares a different view than her.
Mallory just scoffs darkly. “It is. Trust me. He’s a handful,” she notes condescendingly and rolls her eyes. “You have your work cut out for you with this moronic bastard. Don’t fall for his charm, and if he becomes dangerous, shoot him in the head. I trust your judgment.”
Y/N’s stomach churns at her words, watching as the former hero’s lifeless body gets dragged down the hallway into a room, the door locking behind him. And while she knows Soldier Boy is no innocent angel, she can’t help the sympathy that permeates her heart.
What do you see when you look at me? Don't cover my scars, let them bleed
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Chapter 1: maybe
Mallory’s clearly not a Soldier Boy stan like us 😂 Hope you enjoyed this little intro, peeps! 🖤
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wildwestdean · 10 months ago
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sweet and sour
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summary: when you get back home after drinking a little too much, a sweeter side of ben slips out to take care of you. though you quickly learn that with him, you can't have any sweet without a little sour
pairing: soldier boy x female reader
word count: 3.2k+
warnings: some (mainly) ooc ben, swearing, depictions of alcohol consumption, drunk reader, angst, mentions of drug use, allusions to past sexual behaviours, fluff, hurt/comfort, nicknames/pet names
a/n: okay so i haven't actually made it to soldier boy's appearance in the boys yet, but i had a burning desire to write for him anyway. so yeah just don't judge pls lol
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“What the fuck are you doing?” boomed a voice from behind you. 
You jumped slightly at the sudden noise, but turned with a grin upon recognizing whose voice it was. 
“Ben!” you giggled, meeting his confused gaze with bright eyes as you slightly swayed on your feet. “What’re you doing?”
He raised an eyebrow at you, trying to fight off the smirk forming on his lips as he ignored your question. “Looks like you had a good time out, huh, sweetheart?”
You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks at the term of endearment, or the string of giggles that left your lips. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to, but it never failed to make you giddy - especially now. “I did!” you announced, before a frown suddenly took over your face as you remembered why you were in the kitchen “But now I want another drink, and I can’t find anythin’.” 
Ben just stared at you for a moment, taking in your rosey cheeks and glossy eyes; but most importantly, the frown that currently adorned your adorable face. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but he suddenly wanted nothing more than for that frown to disappear. 
“Alright,” he sighed, heading over to you. “What do you want?” 
You watched as he approached, taking in his more casual appearance of a t-shirt and sweats - and, you noticed with a shy grin, a pair of old man slippers. He came to a stop just before you, and you paused as you stared up at his stoic face while he towered over you. You didn’t even hear his question, too distracted by his overwhelming everything to even realize he asked something. 
He softly called your name to rouse you from your stupor, repeating it a little more gruffly when it didn’t work the first time. “What?” you asked, blinking up at his annoyed yet smirking face. 
“I asked you what you wanted,” he murmured. 
“Oh,” you said, your face scrunching together as you thought about it for a few moments. “I dunno,” you determined with a shrug. 
“And you expect me to find something for you?” he asked curtly, his brows rising in disbelief.  
Your brow unfurrowed as you grinned up at him. “Yes, please!” you declared eagerly, oblivious to the fact that he did not want to cater to you. 
He clenched his jaw, extremely irritated with his urge to smile at the sight of your cheesy grin. “Fucking-” he started, before he cut himself off with a long sigh, rolling his eyes. “Alright, fine. Just go sit down or something.”  
“Why?” you asked sadly, the frown taking over your face again. 
“Why?” he echoed incredulously. “When I came in, you were trying to find a drink while just staring at the fucking glassware for over a minute. That’s why.”
“Were you watchin’ me?” you asked smugly, smirking up at him. “Besides, that doesn’t mean I can’t help find a drink!” you argued, completely missing his point. 
His blank expression faltered for a second, a flash of colour fleeting across his face so quick it may as well have never been there. Then he simply barked a laugh, which only deepened your frown. “I bet you wish I was, huh? And you know, that's actually exactly what it means, dollface,” he chuckled darkly, tracing his knuckles along your cheek before suddenly grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up onto the counter. “So sit this one out,” he said, ignoring your shriek of shock and protest. 
“Fine,” you grumbled, completely bewildered by the ease in which he manoeuvred you; as if it cost him zero effort. Which, of course, you knew to be true. 
“Good,” he said, smiling in satisfaction before ghosting a kiss against your forehead. “Now don’t fuckin’ fall off,” he warned as he walked over to the coffee machine. 
You watched him in confusion, your swirling brain trying to figure out why he was suddenly so much more affectionate with you. You were used to him teasing you, or returning your flirtations and banter, though this felt like more than that. Maybe he was just being extra nice since you were drunk. Or maybe you only thought he was being extra nice because, well, you were drunk. 
“Okay, knock it off,” he demanded, glancing over at you. “Why are you so frowny? I thought you liked your stupid girls’ night thing,” he added, leaning against the island with his arms crossed. 
“I do like my girls' nights! And I’m not frowny” you grumbled, almost offended he would suggest otherwise. 
“No?” he challenged, arching a brow as he took a few steps towards you. “‘Cause last I checked, this wasn’t your pretty smile,” he teased, tracing a thumb against your persistently downturned lips. Your smile naturally grew at that, and he beamed in response. “There’s my girl.” 
Your eyes widened at his words, and your reaction must have made Ben realize what he was doing. With slightly widened eyes of his own, he dropped his hand from your face as if burned and turned away from you once more, busying himself with making your coffee - exactly the way you liked it. 
You watched in silence, your feet softly swaying against the lower cabinets as your mind drifted in and out. “You don’t have any company tonight?” you found yourself asking suddenly.
“Think I’d be in here doing this if I had fucking company?” he asked hotly. “And I’m pretty sure you know when the last time I had company was,” he added bitterly. 
Through all the months of you living with Ben, you had noticed when his parade of bed warmers had started to dwindle down; and you had definitely noticed when it stopped altogether. Part of you likes to wish you had something to do with it, while the other part knew that was insane.
“Okay, grouchy,” you scolded with a chuckle. “Don’t act like it’s my fault.” 
“When the fuck did I act like it was your fault?” he snapped, growing exasperated. 
“Are you almost done?” you asked brazenly, ignoring his question. “I’m thirsty.”
“Coming right up, princess,” he sneered. 
You knew it was meant in a derogatory way based on his tone, yet you couldn’t help the warm tingle that spread through you anyway. 
“Here,” he grunted after a few minutes, nearly shoving the mug at you. He raised his eyebrows impatiently when all you did was stare down at it. “I better not have made this for nothing,” he warned. 
You gingerly took it from his hands, staring at it as if it was a foreign object; because, with a fluttering heart, you realized that he gave you your favourite mug - though you knew it was probably just a coincidence. 
“Thank you,” you said quietly, grinning softly at him before taking a sip. 
“Whatever,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes as he hastily turned his back on you once more. 
“You seem extra grumpy tonight,” you pointed out, watching him intently as you happily sipped away. 
“Who fucking cares?” he grumbled, keeping his attention off you as he made himself a drink - a strong one. He had a sinking feeling that if he looked at you he’d feel all warm inside again, and he refused to let that happen. “Besides. Maybe me being extra grumpy has to do with the drunk girl currently sitting on my counter.” 
“Oh,” you said meekly. “I’m bothering you?”
“You always fucking bother me,” he mumbled, slamming the bottle down. 
“I don’t mean to,” you assured quietly, your vision growing blurry with unshed tears. “I thought we’ve been getting along,” you added sadly. 
“Me putting up with you isn’t us getting along, dollface,” he sneered. 
You inhaled sharply at his declaration, your tears finally breaking loose and running down your face. “I can just leave you alone, then,” you offered, your voice a mere whisper. 
Ben made the mistake of glancing over at you, and the pang of guilt he felt inside his chest really pissed him off. He begrudgingly made his way over to you, standing between your swaying legs as he tried to meet your gaze - but you refused to acknowledge his presence. 
“Look at me,” he ordered, placing a hand on your chin to force your gaze on him. 
“No,” you said, closing your eyes. 
He let out an honest chuckle at your stubbornness, and if you had been able to see him, you would’ve noticed his eyes sparkle with affection. “Look at me,” he said again, much softer this time as his thumbs wiped away your tears. 
You let out a resigned breath, slowly looking up at him. 
“There she is,” he cooed, a small smile growing on his face. “Hey, darlin’.” 
“Hi,” you replied solemnly, your face scrunching ever so slightly in confusion over the interaction.
He didn’t speak for a while. Instead he just stood there, staring at you with your face in his hands as he tried to figure out what the hell to say next. 
“Look, just- stop crying, alright?” he said awkwardly, almost nervously. 
“Is that your idea of being comforting?” you asked dejectedly, almost laughing in disbelief. 
His grip on your cheeks tightened ever so slightly for a fraction of a second, before loosening again. “You and I both know that offering comfort isn’t my thing.” 
“You could at least try,” you muttered snidely. “I’m tired of being the only one of us who tries.” 
“What the fuck does that mean?” he snapped, letting you go and taking a step back in order to glare at you. 
You scoffed, frustratingly swiping away angry tears that began to stream down your face. “It doesn’t matter.” 
A heavy silence blanketed the two of you, and you picked up your mug to idly sip at it once more as he stared you down. He suddenly let out a frustrated huff, swearing and muttering under his breath as he turned away from you and grabbed his glass. With disbelieving eyes, you watched as he left the kitchen without a second glance. You weren’t a stranger to arguments with Ben, but this time, it felt different.
You stayed where you were perched, silently finishing your coffee and trying to make sense of everything that happened. You worked yourself back up into another frenzy as you thought everything over, and by the time your mug was empty you slammed it onto the counter with so much force you were surprised it didn’t break. Hopping off the counter, you began to stumble your way to your bedroom while angrily grumbling to yourself. A new inferno was set alight within you when along the way you came across Ben, nonchalantly lounging in the den as if nothing ever even happened. 
“How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to do that inside?” you snapped, watching in growing contemptment as he merely glanced in your direction before turning his attention elsewhere, smoke billowing over his face.  
“Tell you what, princess,” he muttered, taking another long drag from the joint he held. “I’ll stop smokin’ inside, as soon as you start payin’ for this fucking place.”
Without so much as giving it a second thought, you marched over to him and ripped the joint from his hands. He raised an eyebrow as he watched you with curiosity, a smirk already forming on his lips.
“I said,” you seethed, grabbing the ashtray from the side table as you stared him down. “Stop.”
He stayed silent, watching as you crushed the joint in the tray before tossing it back on the table with a clang. The corners of his mouth twitched as he fought back an amused grin before he steeled himself. 
“I’ll go ahead and give you ten seconds to leave,” he announced calmly, though you knew him well enough by now to notice the hint of warning in his tone. 
“Or what?” you challenged, stubbornly crossing your arms. 
Normally, you knew when to stop trying to push his buttons, but you had just enough alcohol still coursing through you to keep on going this time. 
He leaned forward, his presence completely imposing despite the fact he was sitting and you were standing over him. “Do you really want to find out?”
You shifted nervously as you took in his expression, and you knew he was both pissed off and annoyed; then again, it was rare that he wasn’t. 
“Whatever,” you finally muttered, turning away to leave. 
It wasn’t due to you being afraid of him - yes, he was intimidating as all hell, but he had never once actually physically hurt you. Despite the many times the urge struck him, and no matter how much he despised it, he quickly learned that you’re the one person he could never lay a harmful hand on. No, you simply left because you were growing exhausted over this whole night, and you just wanted some peace and quiet. 
“Thought so,” he grumbled behind your back, snickering as you momentarily stopped in your tracks. 
“Oh, just go to hell, Benjamin!” you exclaimed, whipping the closest thing you could grab towards his head. 
He caught it easily, laughing heartily when he realized what it was. “Thanks, doll. This is just what I needed,” he teased with a grin, rattling the pill bottle as he held it in the air for you to see. “It’s the only way I can fuckin’ put up with you.”
You stared at him carefully, and you could tell just by the look in his eyes that he only said it to get another rise out of you, but you couldn’t help the way your bottom lip trembled as you fought back more tears. 
His face instantly fell as he noticed your reaction, and while it was his intention, he instantly regretted it. With a heavy sigh, he tossed the bottle aside and stood up. 
“What are you-” you began to ask as he made his way over to you, but he cut you off. 
“Just shut up for once,” he muttered, a trace of a lighthearted chuckle in his voice as he shook his head. 
You opened your mouth to fire off more insults when he shocked all the words out of your vocabulary by wrapping his arms around you. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and even though you felt insurmountable anger towards him, you quickly found yourself melting into his touch, your arms tightening around his torso. A few moments passed by before he let out a small sigh, his fingers tracing a feather-light pattern along your back; a gentleness neither of you knew he was even capable of. 
“Look, I-... I didn’t… mean it,” he finally said. His tone was tight and awkward, and you knew it was a near impossible thing for him to actually admit. Honestly, hearing those words from him was nothing short of a miracle. 
“Thank you,” you said quietly, knowing this was the closest you would ever get to an apology from him. 
“How about we get you to bed, huh?” he asked lightly, trying to diffuse the situation. 
“Yeah,” you said, pulling away from him. “I’ll get out of your hair.”
You quickly left before he could respond, making it to your bedroom and locking yourself away in the bathroom to get ready. You took your time, carefully scrubbing away all the traces of the club, and the rest of the night, that you could before slipping into your night clothes. 
The first thing your bleary eyes noticed when you reentered your bedroom was Ben, paused in the middle of your room with a glass of water in his hand. 
“What are you doing?” you asked curiously, rubbing at your tired eyes. 
He let out a heavy exhale, looking at you with an expression you’ve never seen on him before. “Was just… bringing this to leave for you."
“Thanks,” you replied awkwardly, meeting him halfway to take the glass from him.
He stared at you for a moment, watching as you made your way to the bed and under the covers. He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what. 
“I’ve been trying, you know,” he suddenly grumbled, unable to take the tense silence any longer. 
“What?” you wondered aloud, glancing over at him. 
His face was scrunched in concentration as he stared at something straight ahead, unable to bring himself to meet your gaze. “With you. To be… I don’t know… better.”
His words took you by surprise, and you felt a little guilty for making him think you never noticed. “I know that,” you admitted softly. 
“I don’t think you do,” he quipped, his voice more aggressive than he meant it to be. “You bother me all the fucking time.” 
“You know-” you began to argue, anger starting to simmer deep within your bones again. 
“Stop,” he all but growled, holding up a hand. “Just fucking listen for once.”
You glowered at him, folding your arms as you sank further under the covers, as if seeking some kind of protection, while waiting for him to continue. 
It took him a while to speak up again, and you almost thought he’d never continue, but he hesitantly explained himself. “You bother me… because you make me different.” 
“What do you mean?” you asked tentatively. 
“I don’t know,” he admitted, chuckling humourlessly. “I’m a dick. I don’t care that I’m a dick. But you- I’m around you, and I want to be less…” he trailed off with a sigh, unsure of how to go on. 
“Less dickish?” you offered, fighting off a smile. 
“Yeah,” he agreed, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Yeah, I guess so.”
You hummed thoughtfully, thinking over your response. “In case you haven’t noticed, you don’t exactly send me running for the hills, Ben.”
“I know that,” he said passively. “I just… I don’t know. Don’t think that I don’t try.”
He finally turned to look at you, and you could see the pleading in his eyes; the hurt. You sighed in defeat, sitting up and gesturing for him to take up the space beside you. He hesitated, raising a brow in contemplation before making his way over. You peeled back the covers for him, and he carefully slid in; cautious, as though he thought it was a trap. 
Neither of you were sure what to do next, and after a few minutes of awkward silence, you laid down to settle in for some sleep. Ben followed suit, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close; you instinctively nestled against him, relishing in the warmth he provided.  
“I hope you don’t think I’m drunk enough to forget that you were actually sweet tonight,” you said suddenly, your voice a playful whisper. 
He let out a chuckle, his chest rumbling beneath your cheek and forcing a small giggle from you. 
“Just don’t expect it all the time,” he declared, a playful undertone in his voice as well. “I’m mostly sour.” 
Though despite his declaration, his grip tightened to pull you in a little closer. 
“Well,” you said, closing your eyes and relaxing against him. “Sweet and sour does happen to be my favourite combination.” 
“And thank Christ for that,” he muttered, more to himself than anything. 
You smiled to yourself, hearing his words despite them sounding far away. You had a fleeting intent to respond, but your mind grew too heavy, and you quickly fell asleep to the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your head - though, not before you felt him placing a lingering kiss to your hairline, paired with a murmured goodnight, sweetheart.
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