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BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS — Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy

Summary: A normal night where Butcher and his new pal, Soldier Boy, fuck just their stress out with a new toy, you.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x female reader x Soldier Boy

Word count: 1.5k.

Warnings: porn without plot, dom!butcher, dom!ben, one thought of dub-con but not really, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, unsafe sex (creampie and switching holes basically don't do it, this is just porn), squirting, dirty talk, blowjobs, facial, degradation (usage of whore, slut, etc.), cumplay, some dacryphilia, choking, hair pulling, blood, mentions of violence, Ben and Butcher being kinda jerks, normal misogyny coming from SB, some ego competition, hints to aftercare.

Notes: You already know english is not my main language, not betad and barely revised, lol sorry for the mistakes in here. The amount of horniness I have for these two I swear is not fucking normal. Normally I'd apologize for writing this, but I'm ovulating.

the boys/jackles tags: @k-slla

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A pair of rough hands held your legs open. Your empty pussy was throbing as Butcher knelt between your thighs rubbing the tip of his cock against your cunt.

You gasped, the man behind you spreading you further for his new team mate to get better access while he fucked your ass senseless. His cock reaching all the right spots. You moaned loudly, almost screaming when Butcher finally pushed inside you. Soldier Boy never seemed to cease his insane thrusts from behind.

"Luv, you're so fucking tight," Butcher grinned, your walls engulfing him perfectly.

They both soon set up a rhythm, one pushing in while the other almost slide out of your hole. Each stroke of their massive cocks inside you exploded something you never felt before. It was a new kind of spark eliciting from the deepest places, and you wanted to come undone there, over and over, forever, between their strong bodies.

"Oh, fuck! Yes right there, god!" you growled, screamed, and cried out incoherences as the two men continued fucking you to bliss.

A layer of sweat covered your skin and you rolled your eyes back, the familiar knot on your belly building up yet again. You didn't have an idea of how much time had passed since you arrived back to the dirty motel. All three of you arrived covered in blood, dirt and the weight of murder, and you still let them take you and you welcomed them the same way. You let them have fun with you however they pleased.

The last thing you remembered from that night was coming back from a mission. Your aching body begging for a shower and good sleep, but Butcher and the new supe found other ways to take their own stress out. You doubted at first. Of course you didn't know it could feel this good. They left bite marks all over your neck, nipped your tits, spanked your thighs open for their mouths to devour you while the other fucked your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks.

They continued bruising and marking your skin. Like a canvas, they left their prints, covering your flesh with different colors all over and used your mouth and pussy as they fucking wanted, granting access to the other, spreading your legs, manhandling you all over the disgusting, shitty room. Then Soldier Boy had the idea of using your ass, just for him, and at first, you were fucking scared. It was all too much. But once he had you ready and stretched enough with his fingers, you quickly fell for his rough touch and his dick, which was as huge as his ego. He was fucking addictive. Both were, in fact, fucking you amazingly hard.

One of Ben's hand wrapped around your neck, climax reaching its peak as Butcher rubbed your clit with his thumb. Your walls clenched around both of them and the vulgar sound of your pussy filled the place along with their skin hitting yours.

"Little slut, gonna cum for us?" Ben said, voice full of lust, pressing your back against his bare chest. You clenched again, his dark chuckle enhanced heaven down your cunt.

Wetness increased between your legs, and you moaned. Louder than ever. The whole place might already know what was happening in the room, but neither Ben or Billy made you shut up. In fact, they wanted you to scream your lungs out.

"Oh, she's definitely gonna cum," Butcher followed, a smirk on his lips. "C'mon sweetheart, don't be shy. Give us one more."

"I-I feel like- fuck!" with a loud cry you squirted all over them, their dicks sliding out of your holes. Shit, that was the harderst you came for the night.

Immediately you tried to close your shaky legs, but Butcher's hands held you in place, pussy clenching around nothing as your fluids coated their hard lenghts and thighs.

"Fucking hell. I'm gonna break you, sugar," Ben hissed, taking your legs and fixing your position on top of him, sliding you down his dick, but this time he claimed your pussy, pistoning in and out of you without any mercy. Even if your body still trembled and you were so fucking overstimulated. You moaned.

Butcher tskd as he watched you, tears streaming down your face and lost in pleassure. "That was mine, pal."

"Yeah, I don't give a fuck- Jesus, she's fucking tight!" Ben hoarsed.

He didn't care about Butcher, he just wanted to fuck you until you passed out and his name was the only thing on your mind.

You whimpered softly. "Please, please," you were getting there again, under the brunette man's dark eyes as the soldier fucked you insane.

But before you reached that sweet peak again, Ben pulled out of you. His strenght forced you to bend over the matress on your hands and knees, Butcher positioned himself right in front of your face. It was so fast and they moved quickly, like a dance already choreographed between them to take advantage of all you got to give.

"Open wide, baby" Butcher ordered. You complied happily, letting his cock touch the back of your throat smoothly.

Ben's rough hands gripped your hips, down your ass, giving a spank on one of your cheeks, making you jump slightly. He grabbed your ass cheeks spreading them to expose your hole, the tip of his cock teased your ass until he slid in a swift motion. You whimpered with your mouth stuffed. He filled you up perfectly and you fucking loved it.

"Such a good cumslut, taking my cock so fucking well," Ben praised, voice husky. He roughly gripped your hair, forcing yourself down more around Butcher's shaft. You gagged, he smirked. "Might just keep you around as my little, personal fuckdoll."

"Fuck- easy there, mate," Butcher warned, as you worked your tongue and lips on his cock as much as you could. "We have another deal, remember?"

Ben smirked cockily at him as you clenched around his cock. You let out a moan muffled by Butcher fucking your mouth. Both their thrusts harder than ever. "Still, I don't give a shit."

Ben's gaze admired you, hands on your hips, as he watched himself shoving into your hole. "You're gonna fucking cum again, you dirty little bitch," he ordered.

"Mmm..." You nodded as best as you could with the twitching cock on your mouth.

Butcher suddenly pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva leaked down your lips to the tip of his cock. He kept your head in place as much as he could and jerked himself off with his other hand. He came with a hard groan all over your pretty face. His white seed painted your cheeks, lips and your tongue sticking out as you shut your eyes.

"Bloody hell, don't you look ravishing," Butcher whispered darkly. His thumb collected his cum, now mixed with your tears and a small stain of dry blood on your face. He dragged it to your lips so you could taste it. Your plump lips closed around his finger with a moan.

"Insatiable slut, just how I like them," Ben hissed, pulling out of your asshole, making you whimper. "Now, I'm gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy."

He rubbed the tip of his dick on your slit and entered slowly. You felt every inch stretching you out and he slammed into you brutally, he was so fucking close. You could feel it. It surprised you how much they actually endured, their stamina was endless and you lost count of how many times they made you cum already. And yet, you felt that precious sensation anew, soft walls clenching repeatedly around him.

"C'mon whore," Ben gripped on your hair, pulling your back against his muscular chest, taking both your wrists with his other hand. "Cum around my cock."

Your cunt pulsed, he grunted. And you came, again, with shaky legs, shaky breath and the sight of a naked Butcher, who already had taken a seat on the couch in front of the bed. Your orgasm triggered Ben's, and he filled you up completely. You cried out when his fingers found your clit, the grip on your hair long gone now. He continued fucking his cum inside you, balls deep, until he started to soften inside you. His thrusts slowed down little by little.

Ben finally pulled out, letting go of your wrists and you collapsed on your hands and knees on the mattress. He spread out your pussy with his fingers and admired his white cum dripping out of you.

"Well, that was a fucking ride," he smiled. His middle finger wiped his seed and forced it back inside your pulsing cunt. "Fuck, where do you find these kind of women?"

Butcher shrugged. "I have my contacts."

"I'm still here, y'know," you breathed out, rolling on your back.

Ben hovered over your tired figure. Messy hair, cheeks stained with Butcher's cum, teary eyes, and some dry blood spots decorated your face. They did break you and put you back into pieces. He was damn proud of that. He leaned down and sucked into the skin of your neck. You moaned, your fingers tangled on his scalp as his lips carressed your neck, his beard burning on your soft skin.

"Ben, I'm tired," you said, and he stopped his kisses. He shared a suspicious look with Butcher and then locked his lustful green eyes with yours.

The supe winked at you. "Later, doll."

You rolled your eyes and heard Butcher standing up.

"Gonna prepare you a bath, luv," he said as he disappeared inside the bathroom. "Have to take good care of ya."

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zepskies · 9 months

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I had another idea about soldier boy…🙃💞

Imagine his partner dragged him to a 90s night at a club…LIKE DRAGGED HIM. He didn’t want to go, he didn’t wanna see anybody, he didn’t want the entire get-up and actually having to pretend to enjoy himself. Then after he steals his girlfriends Gin and downs it, he just lets loose and doesn’t give an F.

Hello, friend! I love this idea!! 🥰

This one intrigued me. I dug deep into my '90s music playlist for inspo! And if you want to know something about my writing process, I often write with music in the background. It sometimes drives the tone and feel of what I'm writing.

But anyway, getting into this imagine!

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female Reader Word Count: 1,000 Warnings: 18+ only - just to be safe.

Imagine: Taking a reluctant Ben to a ‘90s night at the club.

You love spending time with Ben, living together, sharing your lives and your space. You've been helping him catch up on TV shows and movies he missed, helping him adapt to the ways things have changed.

He really hates all the self-checkout screens and shit at the grocery stores now. (Like for fuck's sake, he's just trying to buy his beer and coffee creamer in peace. Everything's a touch screen nowadays.)

Even the damn McDonald's has an order screen. His hand once broke straight through one out of sheer frustration.

But anyway, when Annie invites you to check out this awesome club with her and Hughie and Frenchie and Kimiko, you're sold the moment she says "'90s theme night." However, you also know that convincing Ben is going to be a nearly insurmountable task.

"That sounds dumb as fuck," he tells you.

You frown at him, hands on your hips. "Come on, Ben. It'll be fun!"

Ben likes to have a good time. Lord knows. But you also want to look the part — dressing up for a decade he had no part in.

The '90s weren't exactly a fucking party for him. In fact, he tries harder than you know to block out that entire decade, as that's when the Russians started to get truly creative on that compound...

Sensing you're losing him to his memories, you grab his hand and stroke his cheek. "I promise, if after an hour you're still not having a good time, we'll leave."

You give him those eyes. You ply him with sweet and tantalizing kisses. And you show him what outfits you're considering. (One dark green dress in particular already has his dick twitching to attention in his pants).

So that's how Ben ends up caving. For you, and no one else. (As usual.)

For a while he just sits at the bar with you while you catch up with your friends. You're so damn excited, he can tell. The inside of the club is interesting, he supposes, with dim lighting and a DJ on the stage with a very sophisticated looking setup that Ben finds wholly unfamiliar.

The music, however, is ass so far. What the fuck is this, Hip Hop? Rap? R&B? He can't tell, and he doesn't know any of the songs. It sounds like a bunch of fucking whining. And don't get him started on whatever you call grunge.

The bottom line is, this entire thing is not his scene. It makes him feel out of place...it makes him feel old. In a way that he doesn't truly feel all that often, even when he's with you. So he really wants to fucking leave. But he doesn't.

He just downs his entire whiskey and then another. He sees you're still nursing a gin & tonic beside him while you watch your friends head out onto the dance floor. Hughie, that moron, actually seems to have some moves as he shakes his ass around his blonde girlfriend. Ben rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Poison" by Bell Biv DeVoe comes on, and you light the hell up. You're smiling and bopping to the music.

And you look beautiful tonight. The short, dark green dress is eye-catching even under the dim lights. Your hair is wrapped in a tight but messy bun. You've got some tall black boots on and a black velvet choker around your neck. You're adorable and sexy all at once.

Ben can tell you want to join your friends on the dance floor, but you're nothing if not loyal. You did promise to stay with him. And you give him a flirtatious, teasing smile, bumping your shoulder with his.

"How're you doin', babe?" you ask.

"Fine," Ben replies, with his usual stoic front. Your mouth quirks. But when "No Diggity" by Blackstreet comes on, not only are you excited, but you also get an idea.

You slowly slide out of your seat and move in time with the beat, just vibing, dancing near your boyfriend.

You give him a little show, twirling under his hand, brushing against his side and letting your fingertips slide against his neck, down his thigh. Your touch makes small zings of sensation run through Ben's body, teasing, arousing. You know exactly what you're doing.

"Shorty get down, good Lord. Baby got 'em open all over town. Strictly biz, she don't play around. Cover much grounds, got game by the pound…"

Ben watches you with rapt attention. The smooth, sensuous way your hips move to the beat. You remove the pin from your hair and shake it out in front of him, then beckon him with a hand.

"Come on. Come dance with me."

You continue to roll your hips nice and slow. Teasing him with the curve of your ass, as well as your smile.

"She's got class and style. Street knowledge by the pound. Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile..."

Ben finally realizes that you don't see him as "the old man in the club." You invited him because you want him with you.

And what, is he afraid or something? Like he cares about what the rest of these damn pantywaists think of him.

Fuck it. He takes your gin & tonic from the bar counter and downs it all, a nice burn down his throat. Then he reaches out for your hand and firmly takes it.

You lead him onto the dance floor, where you guide his hands onto your hips and he draws in behind you. You reach back, your hand gliding up the back of his neck and into his hair.

"You're blowing my mind, maybe in time. Baby, I can get you in my ride..."

Ben knows how to dance, but this is different from what he's used to. So he follows your lead at first.

"I like the way you work it. No diggity, I got to bag it up (bag it up, babe)…"

But then, he lets the smooth beat infiltrate his body and he just lets go. His feet and his hips and his hands on your body — he turns you around and pulls you in close, flush against him so he can feel every part of you where you fit just right.

Your chin tips up and your lips brush against his. "Having fun yet?"

Ben smirks. When he gets you home, he's fucking you in nothing but the boots and that little velvet choker. But for now, he's having a good time.

AN: Thanks so much for this ask! I truly had so much fun with it. 😊

Next time:

I've got an imagine from a friend of mine. She requested some clothes shopping, some jealousy, and a whole lotta Soldier Boy being himself. (I added in some dressing room shenanigans for good measure. 😏)

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fandom-chic · 2 years

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Happy Little Family: Chapter 1

Summary: When Vought asks the unthinkable, you are forced to play house with certified psychopath Soldier Boy. Your life (and dignity) may be at stake, but something about him draws you in.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Y/N

A/N: Hello! New to the fandom and decided to try out a series. Let me know what you think!

YEAR: 1985

4 months, 3 weeks, and 6 days. That was the last day you saw Ben. You held your son to your chest as you sat on your porch at your farmhouse gazing out at the nothingness of nature. Only a month old, Ben still hadn’t met his first (known) child. Before leaving for his mission, he kissed your cheek and told you he’d be back soon. You guess that you should’ve asked for the definition of soon.

You rock in the chair as you think of the odd meeting you had with Ben.

YEAR: 1983

2 years ago, you were just a senior analyst at Vought in their operations department going about your average day-to-day. It wasn’t until you were pulled into the CEO's office that you knew something was up.

You go through the large wooden doors into the vast room to see Wayne Peterson, the CEO of Vought, speaking to a tall man. You feign a smile as he notices you.

“(Y/N), please come in.” You nod, pushing a piece of hair out of your vision. You take a seat across from Wayne. You could see him fidgeting with his pencil, obviously nervous. You feel your breath hitch; something wasn’t right.

“Thank you so much for coming in. I’m sure you’re confused as to why I asked you here today. Well, I’ll let Ben here fill some of the gaps.” At that, the man turns around, and you immediately recognize the face of Solider Boy. Even with a mask on, it’s hard to deny this man was handsome. You unconsciously feel a smile come to your face as you acknowledge the presence of this handsome not-so stranger.

“Wow, it’s great to meet you Solider Boy. I used to watch your variety show every Sunday when I was a kid.” He gives a charming smile to you and nods.

“Glad to have such a pretty fan.” You feel a blush rise to your cheeks. Pretty. He thinks you're pretty.

“So what’s going on? Is there a project or-“

“You could say that.” He said, a smirk on his lips. “My public image has been tarnished in the recent news, to say the least.” Your mind immediately flicks to his brutal break-up with Crimson Countess and the many civilian casualties in the Central Park attack. “I need to rehabilitate my brand. I think the best way to do this is to shift the conversation away from the shitty things and onto something more…” he was at a loss for words.

“Wholesome.” Wayne interrupts. “So to make a long story short, you will be a trial run girlfriend for Soldier Boy.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, “Girlfriend?” Your voice wavers on the word.

“And if that goes over well with the press, marriage.” You feel your legs go weak at that word. Marriage? You were barely 23.

“Wow,” Was all you could utter as the two men stared at you. “Marriage…”

“Well of course.” Soldier Boy says matter of factly. “The ultimate prize if I do say so myself.” He snickered to himself at that.

“B-but… why me?” You stuttered, feeling for something to rest your arms on.

“A sensible question to say the least.” Wayne interjects, “As you know, Vought is an extremely intelligent, high-tech company. With that being said, and this stays between us, we make profiles of all Vought employees. This ranges from promotions, firing, marketing to this.” He gestures at you two.

“And you are exactly the companion Solider Boy should be seen with and-“

“You’re the only one I’d be ok fucking.” Soldier Boy says, grabbing out a cigarette and lighting it. Your eyes widen.

“Obviously if it gets to that,” Wayne says to your expression. “In terms of perks, you will receive heavy compensation as well as new residence paid for completely by Vought. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.”

“So, what do you say.” Solider Boy says, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Your mouth is gaping.

“Wow, this offer truly is…” you search for words, “An honor to say the least. Can I take a day to think on it?”

“Because of the urgency of this pairing, you have an hour to decide, or we go elsewhere.” At that, you’re ushered to another room to sit and think.

You take a seat and your head falls into your lap. What the fuck is going on? What the fuck do I do? As these thoughts swam through your head you hear a knock. There was no way your time was up this early. Then Solider Boy enters the room.

“Am I interrupting?” He says with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Well, only a little bit.” At that, he takes a seat next to you. You expect a speech about how you don’t have to do this and how there is no pressure. But that’s not what you get.

“You do realize you have to do this.”

“Excuse me?” You’re in disbelief.

He nods. “What will come of your career if you just turn down every other opportunity that comes your way? Your bosses won’t be impressed, and you’ll stay at the bottom of the food chain till you’re let go. Do you really want that?” You feel dread and anger building in the pit of your stomach. “With a fancy degree from some prestigious New England school, don’t you think that should go to something?” At that, you were silent. He wasn’t wrong. What would everyone say if you just turned down opportunities that were put in your lap? This might not be directly what they had in mind, but Vought stresses the importance of team players. And what if this counts as not being one. You feel your leg start to bounce in anxiety.

“No. I don’t want that.” You grab your knees and squeeze.

“Good. So we’re good to go?” He says with a clap.

“I guess…” You mumble as he stands up and begins to make his way out. “But wait.”

He turns towards you, a hint of annoyance in his eyes that leave almost immediately.

“Why did you choose me.” He gave a snicker that had a hint of sourness in it.

“We told you, you have a good background, you’re hot, you seem like the-“

“No but really?” You insist, standing to face him. He takes a step from the door, and he sighs, running a hand through his bangs.

“You are normal. Boringly normal. You won’t distract anyone from me.” That humbled you, to say the least.

“Ok.” You whisper as he officially leaves the room. You sit back down and feel like the blandest piece of cereal in the box.

You are then ushered back into Wayne’s office as papers are thrown at you to sign. As you leave the office, you realize you’re officially Soldier Boy’s boring girlfriend.

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herstarburststories · 2 years

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Imagine you being the first person Soldier Boy goes after when he breaks out

* soldier boy x reader imagine under the gif :)

What happens when someone has accomplished everything everyone would love to catch a glimpse of?

Booze, drugs, and frivolous sex. Especially when said person is trying to feel like a human again. Especially when said person is seen as above a person, as something (never someone) closer to some kind of ancient god, as an entity.

“Another night,” you let out an empty laugh, observing your reflex on the television staring back at you: not a day older, not a wrinkle, not a grey hair, not an aching bone, no sign of flesh rooting like it should do. Untouchable by the worst creation: time. “Same old me.”

Heroes are just heroes because they don't have time to be anything else. Any other being with spare time would become, well, just like Y/N. A fucking mess surrounded by empty pizza boxes and a TV that speaks louder than any person ever did.

Being a god must be so lonely, you wonder to no other than yourself. It's even more solitary when you're eternal, and everything you've ever loved is temporary.

Drowning in self pity like most days, you sigh and turn on the tv— quickly your reflex was replaced by an equal, which was even more tearfully. Homelander and Starlight putting on a show with pageant smiles and two pairs of eyes reflecting all the violence that humans learned how to adore.

“I can't hide it anymore!” the twisted superman says excitedly, making you arch an eyebrow. “Me and Starlight are together!”

Even though the woman — who leaked innocence and power anytime she popped up on your television — starts the kiss, you can't help but notice the slightly disgust in the corner of her eyes, or the quiet anger on the edge of her mouth.

Women still don't have all the power they should have. You can only hope Starlight be a rebel. She certainly has the bravery to do it. Too used to sit and smile to idiots. Someday they won't even see when she comes for their asses.

Just like you, couple decades back that never look bad on you. Same woman, but with a little more of... Courage? No, not really. Hope. Some more hope that built up courage, isn't it always about this sneaky hope?

But now all your friends are dead and it doesn't matter in the long run. That's the thing about time, in all it's relativeness, surrounding and rushing through people complaining or praising its pace, it tends to show what lingers. Usually not much, mostly memories. They are like a fever that should kill you, but it doesn't have mercy so you remain breathing and suffering with all the reminiscence.

You, a lonesome hero who lives in delusion on old time's memories, the woman who never moves on from her lover's death.

You'd turn off the tv show, but then you'd be alone with yourself in this house haunted by the past. So, let it be it, a whole ass scoop about #Starlander or whatever their name was.

Destiny, orchestrated by a real God who isn't in the tv nor wore a cape, has other plans. As usual.

It doesn't even take a second to discover which ship name the superheroes were using before your door was on the floor with no further warning. Nothing, but a scarlet light strong enough to bend metal. Not a clue but the smell of burning, just like, like...

Mornings, just like morning when he'd try to use his power to cook toasts and accidentally put the kitchen on fire because he was too stubborn not to do it. Or just like the accent of incinerated bodies when he was at war and could hide under the excuse of saving the country to be merciless.

Soldier Boy, your cruel savior. Standing at your door like a mad man.

But, that isn't possible. Soldier Boy was dead. You cried in way too many radio interviews to consider otherwise. You mourned, and everyone made a feast out of that pain. Your teammates disbanded. You kept looking for him for years before accepting that he wasn't here anymore. Everyone applauded his bravery, and then they never talked about him again. Just like any other dead hero.

He couldn't be alive. He can't be alive.

Yet, your mind, always messed up with those hopeful perspectives, whispers to you that there was never a body. It takes and twists the facts into saying, take a other step, he could be there. It makes your head dizzy. It makes you raise and walk towards the entrance with no door. Your calamitous heart is so filled up with hope as his glass used to be with whiskey and his body with drugs, overflowing in every sense. And you feel like a human at the simply chance of seeing the man you loved again. Even though this man was a monster, even when hurt you many times in that rose-colored golden age— the worst pain he ever put you through was dying. Even gods have their addictions, and he was yours.

Your steps are slow, your eyes watching as you pray for him to be seen. Doesn't take long but certainly take much. There, in the midst of brutality, he stands. The man you loved to adore. The hero with a villain mind. Soldier Boy.

Your eyes spark like stars with the tears. All you want to do is come closer, like always. His beard makes him look even older, and his hair is longer than you've ever thought you'd see (he'd probably call it hippie and comments that would be considered.. Well, Twitter certainly wouldn't like it). But his naked body is the same, just like his green eyes, just like his lips. Do they still taste like blood? Does making love to him still like a combat?

You used to believe that living forever was a punishment, but you'd do it all again just to get to this moment.

You study him carefully, trying to convince yourself not even this joy could make up for the fact that he was presumably dead for decades. All the sleepless nights, all the ache, all the torture you put others through to get information to save him, all the love you wasted on strangers to try to get ride off him.

All is washed away when you saw him, but the question was still hanging around in the air: how was he here?

Soldier Boy is quiet, more quiet than he could ever be with his smart mouth. You didn't know how to do this, do act rationally when he was around. This was the man you'd get your hands bloody for. How is there any room left for rationality? And he is there, right in front of you.

Your eyes lock with him like it was the night you two fucked in that Oklahoma jail when he took your virginity. Your body still burning at the idea of coming closer. Your hands shaking in anticipation like it it was the first time he touched you. You just wanted to take him home, you just wanted to kiss him, to spread your legs to him, to let him fuck you until you forget you were anything but his. That same fervor, that same man. When you love forever, you spend most of your time wanting to die. But he was reborn, and suddenly eternity didn't seem like enough. He was back.

You are scared to open your mouth, to say a word and watch him dissipate like a hallucinative smoke. Therefore, you keep quiet to allow your body to speak instead.

You take one step towards him, unsure if he'd throw you across the room with his power or if he'd pull you into a kiss so hard it would make your lips bleed. Who cares? Red was always your very favorite color anyway.

Soldier Boy's chest shines a little, and you're ready to strike back and punch him. But the closer you are, the less his power shines.

You're my Achilles heel. Recall his naked words back then, and how they always came after you sucked his cock or when you dared to leave him. Recall how messed up you two were, but you always came back to each other. Despite all the shit, Soldier was the one who was as fucked up as you were. All that ache and he was still yours, and you were his.

Solder Boy is alive. He's alive!

One step. You were right in front of him.

When he speaks, it's just one word.

“Y/N.”

And you'd burn the whole world for him to say it.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 5 months

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Well you do enough talk, my little hawk

Warnings: different forms of abuse, dad!Soldier Boy, bro!Homelander, sis!Reader, children using weapons, training lil monsters, sister complex, brother complex, these two kids have such a bleak life :(

Words: 1339

Summary: Soldier Boy would not allow either of his kids to be pussies.

🌸Did you get enough love, my little dove 🌸shall we look at the moon, my little loon

He warned you before agreeing to train you that he would not go easy because you were a girl.

"If you're gonna learn, you learn like your brother."

You vigorously nod your head.

"No bitching and crying. Got it?"

Again you nod. You're happy even if Homelander is frowning next to Soldier Boy. He was scared for you. Maybe he should have let on to how painful it was to be punched by Soldier Boy so you would understand what you were asking for. His methods weren't like Vought's. They were more brutal. Left longer lasting bruises. Homelander wanted to protect you from that. But every time Soldier Boy took Homelander out to the woods bordering your backyard, you grew lonely and jealous.

You were still young enough to keep hoping for some kind of connection with your dad. Your brother wanted you to remain soft and innocent. For twelve years he'd molded you into the perfect little girl. At the time you didn't mind. He gave you the attention Soldier Boy didn't.

One way to get more time with him, you'd noticed, was training Homelander outside. That was what gave you the idea to beg your father to train you too. You had the same powers as Homelander, it was only fair. Vought's tutelage wasn't enough for you, a child of Soldier Boy.

Unfortunately, Homelander witnessed reality dawning on you just a few minutes in. The exact moment when your eyes go wide at Soldier Boy's fist appearing in front of you in a blink of an eye.

You went flying, smashing through trunks of trees.

"You stay fucking put." Soldier Boy snaps at Homelander who twitched to go to your aid, but remains frozen. "She wanted to learn. The first thing she needs to understand is pain. And it looks like Vought hasn't been supplying her with the proper amount if she can't even take a punch."

Homelander wanted to scorch him. Turn him to ash. Guttural hatred hemorrhaged in the pit of him.

Soldier Boy yells in the direction he'd sent you flying. "C'mon! Get up!"

This is what you had asked for.

With a heavy head, you fumble to stand. It hurt to breathe through your nose and taste blood in your mouth and something rolling around against your tongue.

You spat into your hand a small tooth. Thankfully it was just a baby tooth and not one of your permanents.

Red trickles into your vision from an open cut on your brow.

You hear Soldier Boy's voice ringing but can't make out the words.

Moving any part of your body hurt, but you will yourself to move past the broken down trees that you had barreled through. Everything tilts at a nauseating angle.

It was too much.

You drop to your knees and throw up.

At least you weren't crying.

"Here, this will help." Homelander delicately places the ice pack on your face.

You're biting your bottom lip, sucking in your inhales to prevent yourself from sobbing. Your entire body hurt. And there was so much blood. Was this what Homelander had to put up with? You don't recall him ever showing up bleeding this much.

"Shit, I think you may have a concussion." He hisses after examining your eyes. Chewing on his bottom lip, he contemplates calling Vogelbaum. What if it was more than a concussion? You'd definitely require medical attention. And because you were a supe, you required special doctors.

You want to ask your brother how he survived doing those kinds of trainings four days a week. You're still reeling from the punch and unable to formulate any helpful words. The only thing you were capable of doing is closing your eyes as there's a brief break in the pain when the cold numbs your face.

"Don't fall asleep, okay? I'm going to call Dr. Vogelbaum."

Homelander dashes to the landline in the kitchen. Soldier Boy was picked up by Crimson Countess for Payback work. His truck was still parked in the driveway with its keys on a hook in the living room.

To be on the safe side, Vogelbaum insisted that he check you out himself. Homelander carefully got you into the truck and drove to Vogelbaum's estate.

"You say Ben did that?" Vogelbaum inquires once he's checked you over and settled you down on his couch.

Homelander nods. "She wanted to do the same training I was doing."

"If she was a normal person that punch would have killed her." He informs the young boy but it was something Homelander already knew. "Thank god she'll be fine. Her body is already healing at an incredible rate."

With fingers tented, he mulls over the scientist's words. "I can't protect her anymore."

Vogelbaum regards this sad boy, ignoring how his words send a pang in his chest. These kids never stood a chance. "Just remember she's made out of the same material you are. If you can survive Soldier Boy's classes, then so can your sister."

"I'm sorry I worried you." You tell Homelander later that night as both of you are preparing for bed. Already you were better than when he'd taken you to Vogelbaum's.

"I'm just happy you weren't seriously hurt." He smiles over at you but it falters when he spies the scab on your eyebrow. "Why did you want to train with dad? You have to be out of your mind to willingly do that."

Turning off the faucet knob, your other hand puts your toothbrush away. "I don't like being by myself here while you guys are out."

Homelander understands. He hated being without you.

You'd been looking at the budding tooth that was poking out of your gums. Where the baby tooth had been knocked out by Soldier Boy. Guess it didn't matter if he knocks out your adult teeth. They appeared to regenerate quickly.

You turn around to face your brother who still occupied the bathroom with you. He wears a basic light blue button up pajama set, blonde hair having been brushed back.

"I'm not quitting." You adamantly inform him when Homelander remains quiet.

Sadly, he sighs. "I know. There's no going back now."

You nod. "Yeah. Sorry I couldn't stay soft forever. I know you don't like me fighting."

That has him chuckling as he sits on the rim of the bath tub, watching as you now take your hairbrush to run through your long, dark hair. Dark hair that is so much like Soldier Boy's. Something all three of you have are the same blue eyes.

He reaches out to touch the falling tresses at your back. Soft against the pads of his fingers. "I don't like seeing you get hurt. I don't even like when Vought doctors give you shots. But you're growing up. Unfortunately I can't be your knight in shining armor."

You pout at that and place your brush back down on the counter. "Don't say that! You'll always be my knight! Now I'll just be able to protect you too."

"You want to protect me?" Funny. Homelander thought that he never needed anyone's help or protection.

Eyebrows raise. "Of course I do. I love you." You said it so earnestly that you weren't anticipating the glimmer of tears in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

Homelander swipes at his eyes. "M'fine." Taking a deep breath to control himself, Homelander musters up a small smile just for you. "Lets get you to bed."

Trailing after you, Homelander is still stuck in his own head. Replaying Soldier Boy's punch. Your concussion that only lasted two hours but was still frightening to him.

He also remembers the determination in your battered little body as you stood up. His little hawk, you managed to meet Soldier Boy's gaze before puking. You said you wouldn't cry and you didn't. You weren't just talk. While you would always be his perfect little sister, Homelander believed you when you said you wanted to protect him too. Knew that with time, you would be strong enough.

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septixtrash · 2 years

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Welcome to the Family

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Summary: Being pregnant with a supe's baby isn't easy.

Warnings: birth, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy pains, nothing too bad

A/N: This was a request by @carry-on-wayward-girl hope you enjoy it! I'm working on more requests, so I'll be posting those soon!

You walked out of the bathroom, face as white as a ghost, holding the pregnancy test in your hand. Shaking like a leaf, you gather your courage, what's left of it anyways before facing Soldier Boy.

You were worried maybe he didn't want children. Ben was an asshole, everyone knew that. But he was your asshole.

He only put on a show for the public being with Crimson Countess, since she was a supe and you weren't. You both had been together even before he enrolled to the Vought program. It was Vought's idea to have two of the most popular superheroes being a romantic, said that the rating would sore through the roofs. And they did, but that didn't mean anything to you, you knew you owned his heart unconditionally anyways. He'd always tell you, “you're the only dame I want,” or “Crimson ain't got a dime on you doll.” He showed you sides to him that he hadn't showed anyone, told you his deepest secrets. You knew you couldn't keep it this a secret, not for long anyways, he knew you as well as you knew him. Plus it was his child, he deserves to know…

Turning around to face you, he raises his eyebrows. “What's up, darlin'?”

Biting your lip you place your hand on your stomach. “I-I’m pregnant…”

He stares at you grinning ear to ear before pulling you into his chest. He picks you up, spinning you around a few times. He places kisses all over your face. “I can't believe I'm gonna be a dad! I've always wanted to be a father…”

“You're going to be the best, I just know it.”

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The pregnancy wasn't easy, especially when your child is half supe. The morning sickness kept you bed ridden for days at a time. Your spine felt like it was snapping in half. But Ben had been there with you the entire time. The birth couldn't compare to anything you'd ever felt.

Pushing, you grap Ben's hand, tears pouring down your face.

“Y/N your gripping my hand awful tight, you sure you ain't a supe?” He laughs, fear leaking behind his smile. You'd never seen him this scared, ever. Every contraction seemed to be taking more of a toll on him than you, his anxiety eating away at him.

“C'mon doll, you got this…” he encourages.

You're tired, you don't think you can do it, already exhausted from 10 hours of labor. You scream, giving it all you got. That's when you hear the crying…

It's a boy. A headful of hair matching yours and the most beautiful green eyes. Just like his father's. “He’s gorgeous, Ben.”

He has tears in his eyes too, staring at you and his son. “Welcome to the world, Sam.”

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pearlzier · 2 months

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oh i wanna write so bad and i have so many ideas but. i want...... more..... please send requests !!

i write for: dean winchester, soldier boy, beau arlen, carmen berzatto, rafe cameron, john b routledge, jonah simms, lip gallagher, jj maybank, pope heyward, sarah cameron, kiara carrera, richie jeromovich, michael berzatto, natalie berzatto, damon salvatore, sam winchester, ethan landry, james potter, sirius black, max jagerman, and probably a few more that i forgot

i will write: fluff, smut, possible angst, i might do some dark stuff on occasion? don't really know yet

i won't write: probably no heavy angst bc it gets me in my feels :( no noncon stuff in terms of smut either i just dont. vibe with that or incestuous relationships etc. it makes me uncomfy!!

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i am black, and fem, so many of my works will have black!fem!reader in mind but ill always specify any information about reader clearly on the post <3. send requests!!!! i dont bite i promise im jus a goober

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syrma-sensei · 7 months

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→ Hot Under The Helmet.

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pairing: soldier boy/ben x wife!reader.

rating: explicit.

warning: ben's pov, horny and angry ben, dom/sub undertones, aggressive sex, piv, fingering, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, glove kink, eventual fluff, antiquated mentality...

word count: 2.2k

summary: fucking his wife is the best way to ease his mind.

taglist: @zepskies, @deansbbyx, @kaleldobrev, @k-slla, @deanbrainrotwritings, @deans-spinster-witch, @homosexualferret...

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Soldier Boy didn't head back to his quarters in Vought's tower when the damned mission was over. He didn't want to spend another minute with his pathetic excuse of a fucking team nor did he want to be in the tower. He scoffed. A bunch of fucking clowns in a fucking circus. Sometimes he wondered if Vought picked them on purpose for the sake of insulting him and his legacy.

Instead, Soldier Boy made his way straight back home. He'd been on duty for a couple of weeks, accompanied with his teammates and other government soldiers as a backup to their mission — not that he needed either but protocols and marketing and Vought's bullshit.

Long story short, and as expected, The Twins fucked up, Noir tried to be the hero of the day, Swatto a fucking idiot, Mind Storm and Gunpowder fucking useless, Countess a fucking bitch. He had to handle it all by himself and fix everything his teammates dicked with. And he was pissed. Fuming. Raging. All he was seeing was red. And he could do nothing about it.

When Vought promised him a team to lead, he expected to have seasoned soldiers who knew how shit was done. Warriors who respected the missions and honoured their duty and privileged their country. Instead, he got fucking spoiled children to babysit. He wasn't in charge. The irony. His fucking helmet of forty years of dedication and service for this country granted him no say at the matter. It was fine, he'd tried to convince himself. He took it upon himself to train them and mould them into formidable soldiers like he was but to no avail. The fucking idiots thought the job was only to wave their hands and pose for fucking cameras at movie premieres!

Soldier Boy grumbled when he stepped inside one of his many properties. The one he shared with his wife. Their penthouse; their home. His pretty, little wife. He let a small smile slip into his lips when a mix of aromatic whiffs permeated his nostrils, his superhuman sense of smell enhanced the savoury scent. His stomach grumbled. Fuck did he really miss his wife's delicious cooking. Suddenly, his fury began to cease. Soldier Boy clicked his helmet off of his head absent-mindedly and set his shield aside before his lips quirked into a wicked grin.

It'd been a fucking fortnight since he saw her. Touched her. Fucked her. He was surrounded by dicks for far too long, and he craved pussy. Her pussy. He was consumed by the urge of destroying her cunt. And she'd love it. She'd always had. She liked it rough. She liked him ruining her, and leaving her unable to sit right for days. And she even dared to chide him when he went easy on her at the beginning of their relationship.

“I'm not fucking fragile, Ben. Don't you hold back.” She'd told him.

He smirked. She had no idea what he had in store for her tonight.

With many many years of experience under his belt, Soldier Boy stealthed his way to the kitchen where his wife was swaying her hips and humming a song as she bent over to check on the ribs she was roasting in the oven. Ben smiled proudly. He never let her do that job. The grilling. It was a man's job, the husband's job. So, to accommodate his wishes, she came up with this idea. To cook that kinda food in other ways. And being the expert cook she was, she did it extraordinarily.

His dulled eyes came to life with a lick of lust swirling within the green of his eyes when he traced the curve of her perfect ass. Fuck, his trousers began to feel too tight to his liking. Little did she know that she had a stirred brute standing behind her, waiting for the right moment to pounce on his prey.

Turning on her heels gracefully, a surprised gasp escaped her throat when her dilated eyes landed on her beloved husband. He was still in his supe gear except for his helmet and shield.

“Ben!” She trilled with a big smile, trying to balance herself from the surprise; he was hours early, “Welcome back, honey! Didn't think you'd be early—”

He cut her off with a burning kiss. Hungry and possessive. How he could cross the kitchen to her in such agility was still behind her. He smelled like earth and dust, blood and sweat. He smelled like a man should. Like a soldier should. Her core throbbed at his virile odour. His stubble grew bigger, and she liked how it brushed coarsely against her palms when she cupped his cheeks to kiss him back. She giggled against his mouth when his strong hands grasped her waist and lifted her up effortlessly and sat her at the countertop.

She clung to his neck, their kiss nourishing with vigour. His lips left hers temporarily to loosen her apron and toss it aside, then he removed her blouse and unclasped her bra. Ben crushed her lips again, his rough-padded hands kneading her tits, thumbs aggressively flicking her hardening nipples. His thumbnails grazing crescents on her darkening areolas. Ben's lips split mischievously when she let a wanton moan. His grin widened when the smell of her arousal reached his nose. Fuck. He loved it. He could already taste that on his tongue.

“Fuck, Ben!” She groaned when one of his hands trailed down to her shorts and slipped beneath her panties. He smirked when she instantly smeared his fingertips wet with her arousal. He let his gloves on; he knew she loved it when his gloved fingers fucked her relentlessly. She liked it when they were knuckles-deep inside of her, with the rims of his fingerless gloves grazing her clit. The little slut. She also liked when he fucked her in his supe suit. She took pleasure in submitting to his power. To him. He was a man worth submitting to after all, and he'd earned hers.

“Hmh, those fourteen days were rough on you, weren't they, baby girl?” He mocked, thick fingers spreading her folds open roughly. He loved to tease her and turn her into a mess. He relished in it.

She nodded hastily. It took a measured press of his thumb on her clit to turn her into putty in his hand. “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Sir,” She whined, legs parting wider for him, “They were brutal.” She sobbed, burying her face in his powerful neck when he twisted his finger just right, her ankle snapped. He added another finger and she mewled.

“Ben, Ben! Sir, please!” She shrieked in delight, hands clutching at his gear. She gushed on his fingers and he fucked her through her high. He felt the tremble of legs. He was going to force another one from her. She should have asked for permission. She wasn't in control. He was.

She gasped when he didn't stop, “Ben, please don't—!” She squeezed her thighs shut, an attempt to cease the searing pleasure between her legs. His fingers were raw against her flesh. It brought tears to her eyes.

“Now you want me to stop?” He sneered with a drawl, curling a finger inside, her walls tightened in response. “Your pretty pussy doesn't.”

Her teeth sank into her lower lip, before she gazed up at him through half-hooded eyes, moaning, “Don't stop!”

Fuck, that shouldn't have surprised him. But it did. Fuck. She was really a slut. His pretty slut. She was practically inviting him to break her. Oh, he would. Deliciously so.

She squealed when he coaxed another orgasm from her. Begging him to fuck her more like a bitch in a heat.

“Holy fuck, baby, your pussy is squeezing my fingers tight!” He chuckled maliciously as he curled his knuckles again then pulled out.

With pearlescent tears adorning her eyes, she took his thumb into her mouth when he pressed it to her lips. Fuck, the way she twirled her tongue around his digit made him half-tempted to fuck her throat. He could do that later. Now, all he wanted was to fuck that needy, slutty pussy raw.

Ben shifted her up and flipped her on her stomach, her hot breasts squeezing against the cold marble. Shoving her shorts and panties down, he took in the sight of her ruined pussy. She was soaking, her arousal oozed from her opening down to her thighs in small rivulets. Unabashedly inviting him to feast on it. And how could he reject such an invitation? In a moment, he was on his knees, mouth wrapped around her slit, sipping from the sweet honey she had to offer. Seemed the act surprised her as she jerked in stupor with a squawk.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her knuckles went white when she grabbed on the edges of the countertop as he ate her out like a man starved.

The new gruff hairs on his face burned deliciously against her skin as his tongue flicked assiduously against her swollen clit. He lapped her heat with a flattened tongue before invading her sensitive drawers, slurping her through the mess of her dew and his spit.

“Ben…I'm cumming again!” She tried to utter, but all that came out of her mouth was a broken whisper.

Smirking again, he unbridled the wonders his tongue could do, and she was undone again; his soddend beard was a proof of what he could do to her.

He licked her clean, and her overstimulated cunt shivered every time his tongue made contact with her flesh. She was trying to catch her breath up there, but he couldn't let her. He wasn't done with her yet. He had yet to be satisfied.

He heard her hum as she turned her face to make eye contact with him. A satiated look in her eyes as she smiled weakly at him.

“Ain't fair tho,” She croaked playfully.

He raised an eyebrow, “Hmm?”

Supporting herself with her arms, she managed to turn her body to face him, eyes immediately perching on the conspicuous bulge between his legs before her teeth dragged her lower lip inside her mouth.

“I'm naked, you're not.” Her hands trailed from his chest down to his zipper.

“Thought you liked me fucking you in this shit.” He drawled thickly as her nimble fingers undid his pants and freed his cock.

“God, you're so hard,” She giggled gleefully, “I do,” Her eyes flitted up to his face, “I like what kinda authority this suit holds. It's like fucking a god.”

His dick twitched painfully at her words. She was so good at this. He liked that about her. How she could tickle and caress his massive ego so easily. How good she made him feel so damn good about himself though he'd never admit that out loud. A god she wanted to fuck, then a god she would fuck.

His large hand roughly seized her jaws, her yelp was swallowed by his mouth. His dick was too eager to feel the warmth and wetness of her cunt as he plunged it inside of her.

“Oh, God!” She sang, her arms encircling his neck as he snapped his hips into her. Her hands fisted his short hair.

“No god, only me.” He groaned.

She cried his name as he bottomed out, he was fucking every ounce of anger out of his system on her. And she liked it. Her walls sucked him deeply, wanting more, and more he gave her.

He grumbled, “Gonna put a baby in you.” He wasn't asking. He was telling.

“Yes, Yes! Please make me a mommy!” Pride sprouted in his chest, and the immense feeling bolted down his spine and made his cock spring his load into her.

He didn't pull out right away, he waited for a few minutes. He didn't want his seed to spill out of her as much as appealing that would be to watch.

“You okay?” He asked her with concern.

“A bit thirsty, but I'm aces,” She blinked, sighing dreamily, “That was fucking sexy by the way.

He chuckled amusedly, reaching for the pot of water next to them and pouring her a glass, “The part you called me a god?”

She rolled her eyes as she gobbled down the water.

He arched his brow before whispering into her ear, “Roll your eyes at me like that again and I won't be letting you cum for a month.”

She choked on the water and he laughed deeply at her reddened face.

Suddenly, he became aware of the burning smell coming from the oven. She picked up on him sniffing and they looked at each other and say in unison, “The ribs!”

Her quiver didn't go unnoticed when he pulled out of her to let her check on the food cooking in the oven while he adjusted his clothes. He appreciated her nakedness in the kitchen, maybe he should ask her to wear nothing but an apron when she cooked. She'd look fucking sexy. His cock twitched at the idea.

His wife groaned in disappointment when she saw the ribs.

“Is it bad?” He asked, crouching next to her.

“It's way crispier than I intended.” A hand pressed to her forehead.

“I can handle crispier.”

“But, Ben, I wanted it to be perfect for you,” She whimpered and he smiled, “I know how much you like it.”

“Well, in your defence, happened when you were pretty busy serving me desserts before the main dish,” He winked.

She shook her head with a smile, “Y'know, you're surprisingly cheeky sometimes.”

“With you, I am.”

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kaleldobrev · 7 months

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I Want Them To Hear

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ben wants to make sure Hughie knows what it actually sounds like when the two of you have sex. In other words, Ben makes damn sure Hughie gets yet another night of no sleep because of the two of you.

Original Prompt: Requested by @k-slla | I loved your last post (poor, poor Hughie 😂). I would love to read a sequel, where SB& reader DO keep everyone up, for other reasons 😏 (if you're up to it 😊) x Kerly

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Cursing (23x), Smut (Oral - M&F receiving, Fingering, Unprotected Sex - P in V), Implied p*rn watching, Hughie getting scarred for life (again), Semi-Public sex (living room)

Authors Note: Before you read this make sure you read A Simple Misunderstanding first | I think 23 curse words is a new record for curse words for me (21 out of them are the same too) | I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoy it! | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you want to request something, just send me a message! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You looked over at the clock that was above the fireplace in the living room, and it was almost midnight, and you weren’t the least bit surprised that you weren’t even tired. Although you didn’t have a good sleep schedule before you joined the Boys (as you were a full-time college student when you joined the group), your sleep schedule somehow became even more jacked when you joined; something you didn’t think was even remotely possible. You had found yourself going to sleep at three, four, sometimes five in the morning, or not even going to sleep at all – a constant flow of energy drinks and coffee to keep you going.

The last couple of days though were unusually uneventful, verging on normal, like there wasn’t some kind of revenge war going on. The closest thing that had been kind of eventful was Hughie’s outburst this morning over breakfast, accusing you and Ben of having sex which kept him up – something that actually didn’t happen between you and Ben even though it was something that you did want to happen last night. Due to his little outburst though, the rest of the day was filled with a consistent flow of jokes (mainly at your best friend’s expense) that seemed to put everyone in a great mood (except Hughie of course). In a way, you did feel bad for him, but at the same time, his outburst this morning was unnecessary.

Your legs were currently in Ben’s lap, one of his arms draped over them as his other hand was lying on the arm of the couch with a remote in hand; the only source of light in the room coming from the television. As Ben flipped through channel after channel, you couldn’t help but stare at him as the shadows on his face changed with every single flip trying to find something to watch. “How is there so many channels and nothing to watch?” He asked, not even looking at you.

You shrugged your shoulders and he turned to face you. “I found plenty of things I’d watch. It’s not my fault you’re picky.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not picky. TV just sucks now.” He began, and you already knew where this conversation was going. It was about to turn into a ‘back in my day’ rant that you had heard practically every single day since you had met him. “Back in my day, TV was actually good.” Before you could interject he continued. “We didn’t have stupid reality shows about people who are famous for nothing.” You couldn’t help but agree with him on that one. “There’s 400 channels and only two of them are watchable.”

“And which channels does the almighty Soldier Boy deem watchable?” You asked, emphasizing the nickname.

“ESPN and TCM.” He answered without hesitation. You simply just rolled your eyes.

“Of course those would be the only two channels.” You mumbled, even though you knew he could hear you; there was no use in mumbling around him. “I love ESPN and TCM too, but there are other channels that are watchable Ben. How about FoodNetwork and HGTV?”

Ben scoffed. “Sometimes they’re watchable.”

“Okay. How about…” You thought for a moment, trying to think of a channel that Ben would possibly enjoy; then it hit you, causing a smirk to form on your face. “How about Skinamax?”

He looked at you with a confused expression. “What the fuck is Skinamax?” You let out a slight laugh, causing him to raise a brow. “What?”

“You don’t know what Skinamax is?” You asked. “Honestly, I’m slightly surprised.” You held out your hand. “Hand me the remote and I’ll show you.”

“Why can’t you just fucking tell me?” He asked, his facial expression annoyed.

“Because Ben, it’d be more fun to show you.” Your lips turned into a smirk. “Don’t you trust me?”

Again, your response earned yet another eyeroll from him. Of course I fucking trust you, he thought. What kind of stupid question is that? “Fine.” He said, handing you the remote.

“Okay, and why couldn’t you of just told me it was just fucking porn?” He asked, his tone sounding a little annoyed with you.

“Because, I thought it would be much more fun to show you.” You turned away from the television and looked at him. “You’ve watched porn before though right? Like, I’m assuming you have cause well…you’re…well you.”

He looked at you briefly before looking back at the screen again. “Have you watched porn before?” He mumbled, mocking your tone. “Of course I fucking have.” He said, a tad louder and a bit more annoyed sounding. He turned back to face you. “Who hasn’t watched porn before?”

You shrugged. “Fair point.” You said. “You know…” you began, as you started inching your way closer to him. “As much as I’d love to continue watching this…interesting movie. There is something I’d much rather be doing.”

He smirked, his full attention on you now. “And what’s that Sweetheart?”

“Well, you did make me a promise this morning.” Your voice was low, your hand inching closer to the hem of his pants.

“I made you a lot of promises this morning.” His voice was low, but not nearly as low as yours.

“But there was one in particular.” Your fingers started slipping into the waistband of his pants as you maintained complete eye contact with him.

“You going to tell me or is it more fun to show me?” He asked, your hand made contact with his cock and you gently wrapped your hand around him. Ben slightly groaned at the contact.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “I think you know the answer.” You whispered.

Without a second to waste, he pulled his sweats down giving you slightly better access as you started moving your hand up and down. You went slow, knowing that it was killing him inside with the pace that you were going at. As he was about to open up his mouth to protest the slow pace, your head went down and you started sucking him off; a slight taste of pre-cum on your tongue. Your hand and mouth started going in tandem with each other; no longer focused on his face, but focusing on what you were doing. “Fuck,” he groaned, and he threw his head back into the couch, enjoying the feeling of your mouth and hands wrapped around him, a feeling that he’d wanted since the moment he laid his eyes on you – despite him knowing how much you hated him at first.

You released him with a pop for a moment; your hand still going. But the loss of your mouth on him caused him to open his eye to look at you. “Ben, you need to be quiet. I don’t want the whole house to hear.” You stated.

Your words gave Ben an idea, and a smirk grew on his face. “Princess, I want them to hear.”

“You…you want them to hear?” Your voice a whisper. “Why?”

“Cause I want your little friend to know what it actually sounds like when the two of us fuck.” His words made you audibly gulp, and you barely even knew how to respond. Weirdly, the thought turned you on.

“Okay.” Your reply hesitant. Despite the slight hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his cock again; your mouth and hand working in tandem again.

As you worked, the sounds that were coming out of Ben’s mouth weren’t remotely quiet; a mixture of groaning and moaning. His hand gripped your hair slightly, pulling at it gently, messing it up. Between him basically playing with your hair as you blew him, and the sounds that he was making; it encouraged you to pick up the pace a little, and you yourself felt yourself starting to get increasingly more wet. “God, your fucking mouth.” He groaned. He bucked up a little, and when he did that he let himself go; releasing himself into your mouth and down your throat. You usually weren’t a swallower but for him, you made the exception.

Once you helped him ride out his orgasm, you released him with a pop; the two of you making eye contact again. “Lay down Princess,” he demanded, “and spread those legs of yours,” he grinned.

“Yes Sir.” You said, probably a little bit too loud.

The nickname you gave him just made him grin even wider, slightly more evil looking. “Can’t wait to wreck this pussy of yours.” He said, completely pulling your shorts down in one swift movement. He eyed your bare pussy for a moment before smirking up at you, cocking a brow. “Went commando today uh?” You bit your bottom lip, nodding. “Sweetheart, if I would have known, I would have fucked you on the kitchen table this morning just to prove a point.”

“Be-” before you could speak, his point finger started to slowly dip inside of you. “Fuck.” You moaned, slightly whispering.

“You’re fucking soaked Princess.” He said, smugness in his voice. “All this just from blowing me uh?” He added a second finger as they both started going into you a bit deeper, a slight curve to them.

“Y-yes.” You moaned out; his two fingers starting to move slowly in and out of you, a similar pace you had done earlier on him.

“So, tell me this Sweetheart. Are you generally just a cock slut, or are you just a slut for my cock?”

The pace of his fingers started to pick up gingerly; no words were forming in your brain to even respond to his question. He was barely doing anything to you, and you were slightly embarrassed by the way your body was reacting to his touch, but at the same time, he actually knew what he was doing – hitting you in all the right spots. “Just…Fuck…Just for yours.”

“Just for mine what?” He added a third finger, curling them inside of you. All you could do was moan; verging on the sound of pornographic. “Need you to use your words Princess. I know how much you like to talk, don’t hold back on me now.”

“Fuck me…” you mumbled, feeling a heat rising in your cheeks. “I’m only a slut for your cock Ben.”

He clicked his tongue a few times, seeming unsatisfied with your answer. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t quite hear you.” The smugness in his voice returned, knowing that he could hear you. You knew what he really meant: your friends couldn’t hear you.

With a small groan, you spoke just a tad louder, hoping it would be loud enough to satisfy him. “I’m only a slut for you cock Ben.”

He grinned. “There it is.” He sounded so proud of himself.

“Ben I’m about to –” you came, not even finishing your sentence, your orgasm practically exploding out of you. Despite the amount of times you’ve had sex, this was the first time you could actually say that you had a mind-blowing orgasm. He continued to move his fingers in and out of you rapidly as you rid out your orgasm.

“Fucking beautiful,” he praised. “I’ll never get fucking tired of seeing a woman cum.”

As soon as you came down from your high, he removed his fingers from you, licking them clean; and you already hated the feeling of not having his fingers inside of you. “Fuck.” You breathed out, your chest rising up and down as you tried catching your breath.

Ben chuckled. “You good there Sweetheart?” He sounded amused.

“Yeah…So…Good…” your voice trailed off.

“Good, cause I’m not done with you just yet.” Before you had the chance to respond, he pulled you by your ankles, sliding you across the couch. Pulling you into his lap, both of your hands rested on his chest, slight heat radiating from it, which strangely felt good against your palms.

Your legs were spread open wide enough that you were able to straddle him; your knees on either side of his thighs resting on the couch. Without any kind of direction from him, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, tossing it to the side, leaving you completely naked; you felt even more vulnerable somehow than you did before. You leaned in, your hands on either side of his face now and kissed him; his hands automatically gripping your hips. Based on the tightness of the grip you knew you’d have bruises, and honestly – you couldn’t care less, you wanted him to leave marks.

The both of you moaned into the kiss, and you started rocking your hips gently, trying to obtain some kind of friction. He smirked against your lips. “Someone’s a little needy.” He teased. “You just came Sweetheart.”

“Yeah but…” You kissed his neck, and leaned in close to his ear, “that was on your fingers, not on your cock.”

“And you say I have the dirty mouth.” He laughed a little, removing his hands from your hips. You sat back on his thighs as he took one of his hands and wrapped it around himself, pumping it in his hand a few times. “Going to fill that pussy right up.”

“Please.” Your tone slightly begging.

“So cute when you beg.” He said, his tip teasing your entrance. “You ready for me Sweetheart?” You nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders, almost as if you were bracing yourself. As he started pushing himself inside of you, you let out a long moan, shutting your eyes. “Fucking love your moans.” He complicated, as he watched your face slightly contort. “Taking me so well too.” He chuckled. “Really are a cock slut uh?”

“Only for you.” You breathed, his cock almost fully inside of you.

“Damn right only for me.” His voice sounded slightly possessive; and the tone turned you on more than you thought it would, and he felt you clench around him. “You like that uh?” You nodded in response. “Good.”

As you started moving your hips, Ben started placing kisses between your breasts, every so often taking one of your nipples into his mouth. The noises you were making were pornographic sounding again; no words really escaping your lips, just moans. Your hand gripped the back of his head, clutching at his hair. “Ben,” you moaned, shutting your eyes as you continued to rock your hips.

He attached his lips to your neck now, slightly nipping and sucking on the skin. Not only were there going to be marks on your hips, there were going to be marks on your neck now too. “Mine,” you heard him mumble; but you weren’t entirely sure if you heard him properly.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, and he removed his lips from your neck. “You heard me,” his voice possessive again. “You’re mine now.” He said. You weren’t sure if this was bedroom talk or he actually did mean that you were his, and his alone. Either way, you loved the sound of being his – despite the slight alpha/misogynistic undertone to it.

“All yours.” You agreed. He took two of his fingers and started rubbing your clit, trying to get you closer and closer to the edge. You felt the pressure start to build, and you were insanely close to coming again. “I’m so close.”

“Can’t wait to cum inside of you Princess.” His fingers started picking up the pace, and his hip movements were starting to get erratic – he was close too.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, your own movements matching his erratic ones. “I’m about to –” as you started to cum, his lips latched onto yours, and you moaned into his mouth.

“I’m right there with you.” He said, coming closely after you. The kiss deepened as the two of you rid out your orgasms; his fingers working lazily on your clit.

“Holy shit.” You said, essentially collapsing onto him. Your forehead rested on his shoulder as your chests were pressed up against each other; his arms wrapped around your lower back, his clock still buried inside of you.

“You alright there Sweetheart?” He asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah just…” you started breathing a little heavy again. “Don’t have your stamina.” You laughed a little. “I’ll be okay.”

“Good. Cause I can’t have you dyin’ on me.” His tone was joking, but you knew that he would be devastated if anything were to ever happen to you. Because over the course of time he had known you, he had grown to deeply care about you; and it was something that surprised the both of you – hell, it even surprised the rest of the group.

"What the fuck!" You and Ben both turned and saw Hughie standing in the doorway of the living room; his facial expression looked as though he was about to blow a gasket.

Ben rolled his eyes out of annoyance. "Do you mind?" You gently lifted yourself off of him, grabbing a nearby blanket and quickly covered yourself and Ben, although the damage was probably already done.

"Yes! Matter of fact I do mind! This is the second night in a row that I woke up because of the two of you!" He yelled; and you could of sworn you saw a vain bulging from his neck. He was pissed.

Ben laughed, amused by Hughie's reaction. "Now you know what it actually sounds like when the two of us fuck. Should of kept your mouth shut this morning kid." He grinned, and gave him a wink.

"Seriously? You guys were loud because of what I said this morning?" Hughie's voice was now annoyed. Ben simply just shrugged at his question. "You are such an asshole."

Ben shrugged again. "Worse has been said."

“Hughie I –” you began, but Ben cut you off.

"But, I can promise you this," he got up from the couch, pulling up his pants in the process as he made his way toward Hughie. He placed a hand on his shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes, grinning. "You better get used to not fucking sleeping cause your friend has one hell of a pussy and mouth on her." You didn't need to see his face to know the absolute pleasure he had saying that to your best friend.

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yandere-writer-momo · 4 days

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Yandere Head Canons:

Love After Death

Yandere Skeleton x Fem Reader

I’m obsessed with Kate Bush’s song ‘Army Dreamers.’ So I decided to write a story about a soldier who died during a war, but he came back to life just to fulfill his promise of coming home to his lover…

There was a Great War many years ago between monsters and humans. A war that took countless innocent lives all due to the human’s greed. A war that took the life of your lover, Zered. Your childhood sweetheart.

Zered was a young sorcerer from the magic tower. A prodigy and pioneer of magic with a heart of gold. He was the man you had planned to spend the rest of your life with. You wanted to run your fingers through those blonde curls until the two of you were balding and wrinkly. To look into those sea foam eyes until you couldn’t. To press soft kisses against his full lips until your lungs burned. You loved that man more than anything in this world… but the war took him from you.

Zered may have died a hero of the empire, but you couldn’t help the bitterness that seeped its fingers into your heart. Your beloved was no nothing more of a war story. A great sorcerer who was able to take down the dragon enemies to give time for reinforcements to arrive. A war hero. And they couldn’t even bring a single remain of him back to you…

You sighed as you sipped on some homemade ale. Your eyes glanced at the sun’s rays that danced across the hay fields in sorrow. This was the cottage the two of you were going to live in for the rest of your days. The one you’d start a family in that was now cold and empty. It didn’t matter that the sun hit it perfectly each time, Zered wasn’t here.

You rock back and forth in the rocking chair. The birds weren’t singing their melodic tunes like they normally did. Which was odd. Why weren’t the birds singing- you almost screamed when you see a dark figure slink through the meadow towards your cabin. What on earth was an undead doing here?!

You quickly sprang up from your chair and fell over since you were a bit tipsy. Crap. Crap. Crap! You needed to head inside before that creature got to you.

You let out a shrill shriek of terror when the skeleton stood in your porch. Its red eyes stared into your very soul as it tilted its head to the side. Oh god… this was it. This was the end. You were going to be ripped apart by this hideous creature-

You went still when the creature threw itself into your arms as it released weeping noises. The skeleton whined and shook as its arms wrapped around your body in a tight hug.

“H-home. I… home.” The skeleton’s voice was a spin chilling rasp. A small tuft of blonde on its head showed that it was once human.

What did it mean by being home- wait. This cousin possibly be?

“Zered?” You gasped when the skeleton pressed its teeth onto your cheek like it wanted for press a kiss against your cheeks. “Zered, what happened?”

“Home… home.” Zered was barely to rasp out legible words. The skeleton cupped your face in its palms. “Love you… I home.”

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anundyingfidelity · 1 month

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AFFECTION — Soldier Boy

Summary: During a mission, Soldier Boy receives a hug from you unexpectedly. He likes it.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female supe!reader.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: canon violence and language, reader is kinda hurted, descriptions of blood and stuff, AU where Ben is working with the team on missions (which is what should've happened on the show btw), Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy lmao, Ben and reader are totally opposites and I live for that. Based on this post.

Note: soooo I'm still making some arrangements to my Soldier Boy long fic and instead I have this short drabble in the meantime. Hope you enjoy it hehe.

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You groanned, feeling the hard wall hit against your back. It was hard to believe but you thought probably you wouldn't go out of this alive. Your body ached and not even your strenght could stop this guy.

Fucking Butcher, why did you have to follow him to suicide again? Just a couple of cunts, he said. But he forgot to mention they had a weird improved dosis of V injected.

You fell to the ground as the man walked towards you. He was extremely tall and well-buff. No sense the Compound V on his system made him better, or at least that's what he thought. He was tossed to the ground by your side, and you crawled to the corner of the small room.

The distance was not enough to let you run away. You stayed there, watching Soldier Boy's big frame over the man. He used his shield, beting him to death and destroying his face and neck during the process. You were so damn sure his loud groans of pain would remain on your mind at least for a couple of days.

"Fucking pussy," the old man said, wipping some blood off his face. He got on his feet ungracefully and grabbed his shield back. He turned to look at you, still sitting on the floor. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He held you a bloody hand, which you took to stand up. There was an akward silence as you and Ben left the small room, you followed him around the dirty basement, filled with lifeless bodies and fluids on the ground, to meet with Butcher and Hughie.

"Guess those were all," Butcher announced.

"I have the remaining dosis," you took the tube from the pocket of your pants and showed them with a smile on your face. "Was the last one."

"Excellent," Butcher grabbed it and tossed it to Hughie, who saved the tube on a bag.

"We made it out, huh," you mumbled.

"Well, we're still down here, so," Hughie shrugged and three pairs of eyes narrowed at him. "What?"

"Just think positively, for once," you pleaded with a fake sharp tone. "Isn't that hard, y'know."

Ben rolled his eyes.

"We're on a fucking shithole, the kid's right. Let's go now before any of you fuck this up," he ordered and passed by between Butcher and Hughie, hitting his shoulder intentionally in the process.

You quickly followed behind his long soldier strides. "Wait!"

Soldier Boy scoffed and closed his eyes slowly only to open them again. You stood on his way with a big smile and wide eyes. Bruises and blood adorned your face and neck, your clothes were also splattered with dry blood and dirt after killing those clandestine stupid supes on an undercover mission at night, and still you acted like nothing had happened. He stood in place, with Hughie and Butcher standing behind expecting what the fuck you'd be doing this time. Sometimes he thought you were so fucking annoying.

"The fuck you want?"

You opened your lips to say something but nothing came out. Once you closed them, you beamed again and closed the distance between him and you. You wrapped your arms around his strong waist and rested your grubby check against his chest. He tensed visibly under your hug and after a moment you pulled away, your hands behind your back with a shy smile. Hughie and Butcher were clearly holding back a good laugh. They knew better not to mock Soldier Boy, not yet though.

Ben blinked a couple of times, trying to process what happened.

"What the fuck was that?"

You giggled. "Affection."

He wrinkled his nose. "Disgusting."

You gasped and faked sadness on your voice. "Why? I was just saying 'thank you for saving my ass'."

"It's fucking nothing," he rolled his eyes and started to walk again to guide the team outside, with the other two men with playful smirks on their faces following behind.

"Ben!" you quickly caught his pace to stand by his side. "Thank you, okay? Probably you don't like physical contact but I do. And this is how I show others that I care about them and that I'm thankful. I also give hugs because I like them and–"

"Shh!" Ben raised his hand, suddenly stopping his tracks by the end of the stairs that'd lead you outside. He turned and looked at you with that grumpy face of his. "I said you're welcome, sweetheart. Now we need to go, you can talk to me about your hugs shit later."

He pointed to Hughie and Butcher. "Now, you, cocksuckers, go up."

Butcher grinned, going first. "Sure, cap."

"You shut up," Soldier Boy warned, Hughie gulped and nodded, and made his way up on the stairs.

You stood there, with a smile on your lips. Always that fucking, idiotic, stupid smile, even after hard missions like the one you just had. It was like if you were the only one who didn't seem scared of him or anything else. Sure, you were a supe and a smart asset on the team. But still, a very peculiar lady through his eyes.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. Once Butcher and Hughie were out of sight he finally talked.

"Do it again."

"Excuse me?"

"The stupid hug, do it again."

You raised your eyebrows, eyes bright as you realized his request. "Really?!"

"God, woman. Do I need to fucking repeat my—?"

His words were cut by your strong hug. You crashed against his frame so hard he lost balance for a bit. He was certainly surprised by how warm your hug it actually felt. You angled your eyes to see his face.

"Thanks!"

You let him go and got up the stairs. He barely curved his lips at how happy you climbed them. Yeah, well he actually liked your stupid hugs.

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zepskies · 3 months

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I LOVED YOUR POST ABOUT SLAPPING SOLDIER BOYS BUTT BAHAHAHA

Can I request randomly flashing soldier boy throughout the day like the other request said "they are in the comfort of their own home all alone" (or smth along the lines of that) and reader doing it at the most random times

Lolll I'm glad you enjoyed Repaying Soldier Boy for a job well done! 💚 (Sorry for taking so long to respond.)

With this one, I'd imagine that wouldn't last very long. Maybe once or twice before Ben rolled his eyes and grabbed you, pulling you into him.

"No one likes a fucking tease," he murmured near your ear.

Your hands drifted down the solid wall of his chest...down to his belt...and lower still.

You had the audacity to smirk up at him. "I think you do, actually."

You then laughed at the predictable way he pulled you in for a searing kiss.

Side Note: Should I tag my full Soldier Boy Tag List on quick responses like this? I don't even think it counts as full drabble status lol, but I'll let you be the judge.

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fandom-chic · 2 years

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Dance For Me

Summary: You're a stripper at a stip club in the 80s. When Soldier Boy walks in that night, you cannot help yourself but say hello.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Warning: Smut

It was a slow night, to say the least. What did you expect? It was a Wednesday night in the middle of the winter; what lonely men would want a lap dance at this time of the week? You put another layer of lipstick on as you check yourself out in the mirror. You were hot; you knew that as you adjusted your bikini. You fluffed your hair a bit before taking a peek at the polaroid stuck on the edge of the vanity. There smiling back at you were your husband and your daughter. You remember that day being a really good day. You three had spent the afternoon at the park down the street from your quaint home. It was her first time going down a slide, and the smile on her face as you two slid down together was an image that would hopefully never leave your mind.

You smile as you let your fingertip tap her sweet little face. You would do anything for her, which is why you were here rather than at home. After your husband lost his job and he began drinking, this seemed like the most lucrative option. When you came home early in the morning, you both pretended you weren’t coming home from a night dancing on men that weren’t him. You would give him a swift kiss on the cheek before going to sleep.

You take a deep sigh before getting up, ready for another night of dancing for assholes that didn’t deserve to look at you. You step out to perform your set to see the club is a bit busier than the usual weekday. True, you noticed the usuals strewn about the club, but you also saw a smaller group of men you didn’t recognize. Out-of-towners, the best way to make a quick buck.

You slowly stride up to the group. There are three of them, but one specifically grabs your attention. It wasn’t the fact that he was handsome, but instead, he already had his eyes on you. So, as you approached, you kept eye contact with him as your heels clacked on the ground. Finally, you were in front of the men, giving your sexy eyes.

“You boys look like you could use a dance.” You say in a voice like honey. One of the men looks like he is about to say something, but the handsome one interrupts.

“Why don’t you give us a show, beautiful.” You let your eyes linger on him before he pulls out a wad of cash. “I’ll make it worth your while.” You tried not to let your eyes widen when you saw the money. That was more money than you made in a week of dancing. You snap back to your seductress persona before approaching the man. You lean down and put both hands on either side of his chair.

“Then get ready for a good time.” And at that, you began your dance. You moved from the handsome man to the one to the left, moving your hips and pushing your breasts forward. The music was a sensual beat that allowed you to grind into the rhythm. You get closer to him and turn around, moving your ass for this stranger. It was then the other man’s turn. You skip the handsome man and go to the man to his right. You change up your moves, letting your hips slide toward him, and your face contort, making him imagine that it was him touching you.

Finally, it was the handsome man’s turn. When you got up to him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair graced his forehead and the way his stubble sat perfectly on his cheeks. There was a familiarity to it. Nerves started to bundle in your stomach as you feel yourself stand over him.

“Hey, big boy.” You say with a smirk as you begin to move your hips.

“It’s Soldier Boy to you, doll.” And that’s how you knew who he was. You lean forward, letting your face get close to his.

“Then get ready for a good time, Soldier Boy.” Before you could start, you felt a hand on your waist, and you froze. Patrons weren’t supposed to touch.

“Actually,” He smirked at his friends, “I was hoping I could get you in the champagne room.” The nerves stayed as you knew exactly what he was asking. He wanted a private dance, but the way he was looking at you said he wanted a bit more than that. But you couldn’t say no. Your little girl needed you. So you smile and nod.

“Right this way.” He gets up and follows your footsteps to the back of the club. There was one room there that was for VIPs. With Soldier Boy and his request, he was most definitely a VIP. You open the door, and he shuts it behind you, locking it. You turn toward him and notice how small the champagne room is for the first time since you started work. Not tiny, but small enough that you would be doing your dance on top of him. He takes a seat on the couch in the middle of the room as the next song begins to play.

“So what’s a handsome guy like you doing here?” You ask as you begin to dance. His hands make their way behind his head as he watches you.

“Just wanted to look at some beautiful girls, and I think I found the most beautiful one here.” You could tell this was a line he had used before by how easily it slipped off his tongue.

“I’m surprised you're not at home with a hot thing.” You say as you slowly undo the straps of your top. You let the ribbon come undone as you slowly expose yourself. He does not break eye contact with your chest until you are fully exposed.

“Well, I wouldn’t get this kind of performance at home, would I?” You smirk as you approach him, getting on his lap. “So what’s a nice girl like you doing here? You don’t look like you belong in here.” Now that’s a question you don’t get often. You try not to stiffen as you dance on top of him.

“My daughter is why I do this.” You say hesitantly, “My husband doesn’t work anymore, and I gotta feed her.” You look down at him to see his eyebrow raised.

“Husband? I can’t imagine he likes you coming here and dancing on cocks.” You liked the way he said that. It made you want to sit on the hardness forming in his pants.

“When he starts making a paycheck, he can have an argument. Besides,” You feel yourself getting closer to his dick, “I wouldn't be able to meet a guy like you, right, Soldier Boy?” At that, you feel a hand touch your lower back. You don’t shudder away from it. He smiles as his other hand makes its way to you before moving both of them down to your ass. You gasp lightly as you lower yourself on top of his clothed cock, rubbing against it. He moans out a lovely sound, his eyes closing and his head leaning back. Your hands make their home on his shoulders, grinding against his cock as he lifts his head up.

“How much can I pay you to fuck me?” This was a question you got here and there, but you had never said an amount they could pay. Tonight, you had a feeling this wasn’t the case. You lean down to his ear and whisper:

“Just fuck me, Soldier Boy.” It surprised you when you said it, but you wanted him. You get off of him and remove the rest of your top before slowly sliding off your lace panties. All you had left were your heels. You leaned down to take them off, but he interjected.

“Leave those on and get over here.” At that, you approach. Before you could make your way over, he pulls you onto his lap, and his mouth is on yours. You hadn’t been kissed like this in years. He kissed you with a hunger that satiated you. You let your tongue slide into his mouth as you moved your hips on top of him, grinding against his hard body. His hands trail down your body, trying to grace every crevice of your body.

You separate your lips from him before commanding, “Take off your clothes.” He smirks, and you get off of him as begins tearing off his uniform. It comes off quickly, and you help pull the shirt over his head. With his shoes and pants off, all that was left now was his cock. Judging from the bulge in his boxers, you were not going to be disappointed. Finally, he lowers his boxers to reveal himself completely. You smirk as you slowly walk up to him. He meets you in the middle of the room.

“I’m gonna fuck you real good, sweetheart; you’re gonna wish I was back every day.” Instead of responding, you kiss him. Your hands rest on either side of his face, his stubble scratching your palms. You feel his hands slide down your body until they’re on your ass. He pulls you off the ground, and you wrap both your legs around him. You take a hand off his cheek and let it trail down his chest until you reach his hard cock. You could feel it pulsing lightly in your hand, wanting you as much as you wanted him. You give it a pump before positioning it right at your entrance. He tries to push in, and you pull away slightly, giving him a cheeky smile. You slide down on him, only allowing the tip to enter you. He groans, trying to push you further down. At that, you take him out of you. He looks frustrated as you position him at your entrance again.

You lean up to his ear and whisper, “Someone doesn’t like getting teased.” He gives a dark chuckle.

“Baby, I just wanna make you feel so good.” The huskiness to his voice broke any patience you had for foreplay. You take him in your hand again, position him at your entrance and let him slide himself in. You both let out a moan as he puts his full length inside of you. He was big, and he stretched you out in all the right ways. You throw your head back as he holds you, bouncing you on him like you were his sex toy. He manhandled you in a way you needed, it was a way that made you feel like a woman, and holy shit, did that turn you on.

You whip your head back to look at him, and that was not a mistake. He looked like he had found his own piece of heaven, and it was inside of you. With each thrust, his face contorted into a beautiful image you want to keep in your mind forever. He then walks over to the wall, placing you against it. He takes this moment to pull your face to his, placing sloppy kisses along your jawline and then up to your lips. You didn’t care that you probably wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow; he felt so damn good. Your toes curled as you felt yourself getting closer. You let out a gasp; he knew what that meant. He takes the hand he’s not using to support you against the wall to lightly rub circles around your clit. They were small and deliberate and exactly what you needed. You could feel a heat starting to rush over you.

“I think I’m gonna cum.” You moan as you feel his pace quicken. You cannot help but stare into his eyes as you let him ravish you with a few more thrusts. Finally, he slows to a stop. You both stand there, taking deep breaths as he leans his head against your chest. You can still feel his cock twitching inside of you before he pulls out. He slowly puts you back on the ground before going to grab his clothes. You both dress in silence as you ponder the morality of this decision, and he is probably thinking about which stripper he’ll sleep with next. As you finish tying off your bikini, you notice something drop in front of you.

“Have a good night, sweetheart,” He says before leaving you with a wad of cash that will feed your daughter for the next few months.

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herstarburststories · 2 years

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Imagine you being the first person Soldier Boy goes after when he breaks out (Part 2)

Part 1. Soldier Boy x reader imagine after gif :)

“I missed you.”

Words that unveil the false martyr's marmoreal, simple words that undo his pose, making his masquers dissipate and his altar become just a lonely precipice. They take off his metaphorical cape and leave him naked of anything besides what he is; a person wrapped with just a human skin, begging to be touched tenderly.

Ben is no superhero like this, he's just a man. And Soldier Boy is no soldier like this, he's just a boy.

Therefore, you dare you come closer, to let your rationality in your pocket and touch him gently. Show him that's hands do not only bring violence.

“I missed you so much.”

SMACK.

Answer comes with a muffled noise, your back hitting the wall as a groan leaves your lips. Of course, he just knew how to answer love with brutality. He always fucked like he fought.

Soldier Boy's body is pressed against yours, his hands pinning your arms up your head. He wanted to make you feel surrounded on all sides, like a dear in hunting season. How could he act like this before years a part?! That's now how you fantasied this moment, where is all your sweet heart-lighted moments that delusion sold you?

His eyes emerald eyes hide the most wondrous forests, all that ferociousness and beauty of nature. There are no tears, not a glimpse of a sadness, even though you know that was his company for longer than you or any teammate.

His breathing isn't steady, despite his best efforts to look like he's in control. You can feel his erratic breathing like a new tattoo on your neck, and you bet his heart is racing even quicker.

His mouth darts open, and you close your eyes to enjoy his velvet voice as he speaks: “You betrayed me.”

“What?!” your fury builds up like a forest fire. How dare he to accuse you of that after so much suffering, after crying so many tears you could drown everyone in town with your woe? “Are you fucking crazy?”

He pushed you further against the wall. “You sold me to the Russians, you b—”

You didn't miss a second before placing your leg between his, purposely pressing against his crotch as a silent threat. No matter which time, Ben was always frightening to get his little friend hurt, a fucking slut. This always guarantee you advantage when the argument got heated.

“Open your stupid mouth one more time and call me that, I dare you.” you advised him, feeling his cock got semi-eretic. “Awe, little soldier still gets worked up when a girl tells him to get his head out of his ass, you fucking asshole?”

“Shut the fuck up. you know what I'm talking about!” He punched the spot near your head. You didn't blink, you didn't give him the satisfaction. His fist was closed as he glanced into yours eyes. “I loved you, and you sold me to the reds.”

“You loved to fuck me because I looked young enough to make you look good on tv, and old enough to be legal.” you spitted out. Your twisted relationship with him was always like this: fight and fuck, almost kill each other and suddenly a declaration of endless love. Drafting away just to be put together in no time. You two were a Roma ruin that devote kept building, but that kept falling back into pieces. So beautiful, so aching. A hoax of true love, as anything related to super. “If you loved me, you wouldn't think I betrayed you for fucking Russians. I'm more into English boys.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?” good ol' jealous always kept Soldier Boy on the line. All he ever craved was to thrive as #1 and make a home there. He wanted to be adored, and was terrified of people just deciding not to. Others needed food like he needed attention at all time. “You're mine, Y/N. Don't you joke about that.”

His jaw clenched as you observe him like a caveman does to the stars: marveled, scared, crazy for more. You missed him so much, even his untamed brutality dissipating into passion. It hurt so good when he was like this... You couldn't wait to maim him back.

You wouldn't just sit back and let him do whatever he wanted to you. You would strike back, always. You were trapped in that vicious circle, but you weren't gonna run alone in that hamster's wheel. You both would be the end of each other, simply because every action demanded a reaction. He could attack you all he wanted, but you would come at him back.

Soldier Boy taught you that people always forget how you loved them, but never how you hurt them. That's why you should always hit before you kiss.

“I don't know about that, Ben.” you licked your lips, watching how his eyes followed you. “You haven't fucked me in so long. I don't feel like yours anymore.”

He was quiet, although you could notice his body slightly shaking with all those emotions he was so used to translate to violence, like most boys. You knew Ben wouldn't have ears to the mere truth, so you had to be creative to get him to listen to you.

Problematic. Dangerous. Hurtful. Fun. Crazy. That was your cruel savior, and how being with him felt like.

“I don't fuck traitors.” he howled.

“Do I look Russian to you?” you growled back, moving your knee just enough to stroke his hardness slightly. Soldier Boy shut his eyes, leaning into your touch. “Not to mention that no one is a fuck as good as yours, why would I want to leave that?”

“A good fuck, huh?” he wasn't one to demonstrate a lot, but you knew what his questions endorsed. His remained with his eyes closed, as if he was scared to see your face when you answered.

It was good to know you could make him scared as much as he could to you.

“The best fuck,” you weren't giving in so easily. He started to move his hips, attempting to synchronize with your moves. Soldier Boy was dry humping your leg, thinking about how good it would feel to be inside you again. The best pussy he had ever had... Fuck, he could bet you were wet as a slut for him. He couldn't think straight when you behaved like this. “You know better than your paranoia, asshole.”

Did he? You weren't sure. But your Ben often put his dick before anything else, and you knew that one thing would never change: how much of a weak that false god-like being was towards you. Just as much as you were to him.

“I waited for you.” he stated, making you let out a giggle, not believing for a split of second. He surely had missed fucking you. His hand was still a first next to your head, a coward attempt to refrain you. You let your hand slide towards that toxic symbol, holding his wrist to put fist on your cheek— Ben pressed his knuckles there, his breathing becoming more irregular and he finally glanced into your eyes and.

And.

“Everyday. I waited for you everyday.”

His hands relaxes, no longer a fist: just open, like a man who begs to be given something. Which he was, in more ways than others. Soldier Boy puts his hand plastic on your cheek, stroking you so tenderly, almost like a dream. You can't help the lonely tear that paints your face— was it for the gentleness of the scene or all those by tears you were holding back since he showed up at your door like a madman? There's no right answer, both are blue and both hurt before the relief.

Ben tucks his head into your neck, smelling your fragrance as a soldier who clings back home after a war. And your heart breaks, always breaks when he's in the equation. Either because or for him.

“i waited for you all everyday to save me,” he punches the wall against in frustration, but doesn't pull away, his hops don't stop moving. He was always better talking about emotions this way. “They never came. You never came... I could understand them, but you? You were thenlove of my life, you were my war.”

“I still am, Soldier Boy,” you take his hand, sliding it on your skin, following a path that you know he's hungry for. His hand slides into your panties, and he places a kiss on your neck. “See how wet I am for you? I could never betray you.”

He scoffs, “You always get horny when you're scared, Y/N. That's why we always fucked after...”

“I didn't know you were alive.” You put it into words, because you knew he wouldn't stop his neuroses before you did. Two sneaky fingers slide inside you as his thumb presses to your clit and you want to scream, even though he's just starting. That's the touch you've craved for decades, those warm hands dirty with your wetness are where you'd die someday. “I would've come to you. I'd have killed anyone who stood in my way for you. If I knew you were alive, honey. I'd do anything for you.”

He raises his head, eyes locked with yours as he says:

“I... I missed you too.”

Nietzsche said that you should be careful when loving a monster, or else you could become just like him. Perhaps he was right, you certainly see more of a scorpion than s butterfly in you since you fell in love — and this is the actual fall, not the ross-colored version that most people go through. That's a fall with a crash and broken bones that never heal, so you never leave the place you tripped and plopped on, better call it love than see it for what it truly is, codependency or a disease whatever. Love reads better on the headlines, just like Starlander, which was still on the television just a couple steps away.

So yes, he was right about loving monster and becoming a little too much as them. Still, you also turn them like you. When you love a monster, you keep a little of monster inside your chest. Yet, when a monster loves you... When you love a monster like this, you can make him a little human too. Or so you like to believe.

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SVT PU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the PERFORMANCE UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

[hhu] [vu]

SOONYOUNG

he was in the middle of call when y/n had taken a seat next to him on their couch, a snack in hand.

"yeah, i think i can come in and record today." soonyoung motioned for her to hand over the fruit, nestling his phone between his ear and shoulder – freeing his hands.

she shook her head, not wanting to interrupt him, but he was persistent – taking the orange from her.

"no it's okay, i'll be there in thirty." he continued, peeling the citrus. "let me just get dress– i can pick him up on the way too."

without breaking the conversation, soonyoung had managed to completely peel her snack of choice; handing it back once he had finished.

y/n mouthed a thank you to him, earning a wink in return.

"okay, see you later. bye." soonyoung ended the call, turning to her with his mouth open. "ah."

"get your own!" she shook her head with giggle.

pouting, soonyoung leaned closer. "i need energy for when i record."

y/n rolled her eyes at his antics, knowing that he was simply being dramatic – popping a slice into his mouth. "you passed by the way."

"passed?" he chewed.

"orange peel theory. if that's what you were trying to do."

"like a class?"

he had no idea what she was talking about; peeling the orange simply because he wanted to.

"nevermind."

JUNHUI

"baby!" he called out from the kitchen, causing y/n to run in – afraid of what he could have possibly done.

he had insisted on preparing their lunch today, despite it being his first and only day off in months. jun had always been better in the cooking department of their relationship than she was; not bothering to fight him when he had told her that he was completely fine with preparing their meal.

"what happened? are your fingers in tact? are you–"

"look!" jun pointed to the fruit he had peeled.

correction, plated professionally

her boyfriend enjoyed random artistic hobbies, not batting an eye whenever he chose pick a new one up.

even if it was.... fruit peel art.

"you made a flower out of an orange peel?" y/n raised her brows.

"cute right?" he chuckled.

"i thought you were making lunch."

"i am, this is your snack while i cook." he handed her the plate of oranges with a flower peel as garnish. "orange peel theory, baby."

"it's hypothe–"

"sh... eat the orange." jun shook his head, ushering her out of the kitchen.

MINGHAO

"babe, would you peel an orange for me?"

minghao was in the middle of chopping vegetables for their dinner when y/n had entered the kitchen, a playful smile on her face. "is this a sexua–"

"wha- no!" she laughed, walking over to him to show him the tiktok that had been playing on her phone – it was creator attempting to test her boyfriend with the orange peel theory.

she had no doubt he would do anything for her; he'd bring down the stars for her without having asked.

his mother had raised him well.

"hm..." he nodded as the video looped back to the beginning, walking over to grab one of the oranges in their fruit bowl. "isn't it crazy that such a small act can predict how someone will treat you and your relationship."

she watched as he peeled the citrus without tearing the outer in pieces – going in a spiral.

"it's such a small act that shows that your significant other is willing to do anything, no matter how small." he went on. "making their partner's life that much easier."

leave it to minghao to analyze a fifteen second video, instantly knowing the meaning behind the current social media trend.

he split the fruit in half, feeding her a slice. "yummy?"

"yummy." she chewed, a smile on her face.

"i know you were just joking, but for the record," minghao tucked a strand behind her ear, placing a kiss on her cheek. "i'd peel a strawberry, if it means you'd never have to lift a finger."

"i know." she hummed.

CHAN

in a world full of boys, he was a gentleman. or whatever the hell taylor swift said.

despite being the youngest in his group, chan was the eldest in his family and doting on her came naturally – especially since she was the youngest in hers.

she was used to the princess treatment from her own family and chan had no problem continuing that treatment.

y/n knew he would do anything for her... but she wanted him to know she would do the same.

even if he rarely allowed her to.

"fuck." y/n hissed as her fingers slipped yet again in her attempts to peel an orange for her boyfriend.

"you okay?" his voice startling her, causing her to jump.

"yeah just trying to pee– no!" she cried as he took the fruit from her.

"i'll do it." he continued where she had left off, using his body to shield the citrus away from her hands.

"give it."

"you just got your nails done." chan chuckled, turning around once he was finished. "those gems on your nails are going to get lodged in this and you'll end up choking or something."

"ha ha not funny." she rolled her eyes. "it's for you, dummy."

"i dont want it."

"yeah well, orange peel theory." y/n grumbled.

chan threw his head back and laughed. he had heard about the theory from seungkwan and didn't care for it, knowing that no matter how many relationship theories came about, he and y/n were secure in their relationship. though, that didn't stop him from finding her attempts to prove the theory right funny. "you failed then?"

"because of you!"

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#lsdfkjas;lkdfjs the way it took me so long to come up with different scenarios for each of the boys im puking #moments like this is when i realized 13 men IS a lot #writers who do scenarios for all 13 boys are gods strongest soldier #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #spamwrites #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #junhui x reader #jun x reader #minghao x reader #myungho x reader #the8 x reader #dino x reader #chan x reader

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