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hanasnx · 4 months

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“And what is Noir’s girl doin’ out here?” SOLDIER BOY questions, grabbing your attention from behind you. With a condescending and chastising raise of his brows, he dips his chin to lower his voice. “Didn’t’cha hear it ain’t safe?”

You steel yourself against his intimidation tactics. You’ve never known Ben to be easy going, especially from Black Noir’s perspective. You swallow, and stand up a little straighter. “I can take care of myself.” As you talk, he saunters closer.

“Oh, I’m sure you can, princess.” he replies, but you’re unconvinced of his conviction, taking a wary and minute step back. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips, and he notes it with his mesmerizing eyes. The kind of green you get lost in. You know he’s no good, that he’s probably a piece of shit, but you can’t help it. The heart in your chest threatens to bang right out of it, and not because you’re scared of danger. You’re scared of what you might do. He’s allowed to approach you, and he doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of you. Two tender fingers raise to your temple, and you eye them cautiously. He doesn’t care about your trepidation, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear, and tracing your jawline to flick your chin up. He inclines in to ask you in a low whisper, “Wanna show me?”

You never imagined you’d get fucked in the barracks. If you did, it would’ve been with Noir—

“Don’t think about him, you look at me.” Soldier Boy orders, and you fucking listen. Your eyes glazed over from guilt towards a now ex-lover sharpen from his demand, honing in on him as he sinks into you over and over. You’re nothing to him, light in his hands, picked up and propped up against some boxes of equipment while he’s lodging his cock all up in your insides. “Yeah, yeah,” he commends, a grin breaking out onto his face. One of pride. “That’s right. That’s a good girl. Yeah, you look at me when I fuck you.” For good measure, to keep your focus where it should be, he shows you he can hold you up with an arm, and takes the other hand to grasp your jaw. He pins the back of your head, and your brows upturn, panting through your nose. “Yeah, you want what I’ve got, don’t’cha? Noir can’t give to you this good, ah? Say it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, fighting off your impending orgasm while supe-cock bruises your cervix. The hem of his suit brushes past your clit in a delicious sting, you don’t know how much more you can take before you burst.

“Ah, ah.” he chides, jostling you by his harsh grip on your chin. “Lemme see them eyes.” You obey, peeling them open one by one as pleasure weighs them down. “Yeah, princess, let me see those pretty eyes.” His glove digs into the flesh of your thigh, you can tell he’s getting close, hips stuttering. “Now, tell me what I wanna hear. You wanna finish all over this cock? Tell me your little boyfriend can’t fuck his bitch like I can.”

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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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jawritter · 2 years

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So this is a little different…

but could you maybe show soldier boy being a gentleman for once with his gf and can she be pregnant? and maybe make it smutty

I like that name...

Warning: Smut, unprotected smut, pregnancy, Soldier Boy being unnaturally fluffly. SPN Easter Egg, because if the boys can do it so I can lol.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 421

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Ben lifted her leg a little higher, supporting most of her weight as he rolled his hips into her, groaning loudly as he buried his head in her shoulder, and her fingers brushed through his hair. She was so glad he’d decided to keep it longer than she remembered, and he loved her to play with it too, especially when he was having a bad day, which since they’d moved out to the country and away from everyone else, had become fewer and farther in between.

“Is this okay? I’m not hurting you or the baby am I?” he asked for the thousandth time since they’d started, ever mindful of the growing bump that was her stomach.

“I’m fine Ben I promise,” she shivered as he pressed deeper into her, keeping himself buried inside of her, hitting those places only he’d ever been able to reach, huffing as she ran her nails down his board, muscular chest as her pussy started to quiver around him, and his own hips started to falter, sending them both careening over the edge together.

When he’d finally rolled himself to her side, pulling her as close to him as he thought safe to do, he nuzzled his face into her hair, peppering her with little kisses, lacing his fingers with her own over her stomach.

This was it for him. This is what he’d always wanted. If he had to do it all over again, he’d do it the same, and wouldn’t change a thing, as long as it brought him right back here, with her in his arms, and his baby growing healthy in her belly. In a house that he owned in the land he’d fought and served for. Safe. Loved. Content.

“What do you think it’s gonna be?” She asked, and he hummed, kissing her temple as he settled them down lower into the mess of covers on the bed.

“Think it’s a boy,” he murmured, his deep, smooth voice sending a shiver down her spine, and she hummed in equal contentment.

“If it’s a boy, what do you think we should name him?” She questioned, turning in his arms just enough to see his sparkling green eyes staring back at her so full of love and devotion.

“Hmm,” he thought for a moment, his brow scrunched slightly in concentration. He was too damn cute for his own good sometimes, or maybe that was just the hormones talking.

“Dean, Dean’s a good, strong name. I like Dean.”

“Okay, then Dean it is.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 years

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I’m not the bad guy.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Promises Made, Promises Kept

Summary: Soldier Boy knows she's coming for him one day.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: The Boys level violence (look at the gif 😬) descriptions of torture, brief mentions of drug use and sex, nothing explicit.

Pairings: None.

Word Count: 683

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Use the title: Promises Made, Promises Kept.

A/N 2: So, in this fic, I've made Soldier Boy a fairly sympathetic character. I've already seen the odd salty comment pop up saying that Soldier Boy is a terrible character and we should stop seeing him as sympathetic. But I would argue that as of right now, the show has made him sympathetic too.

Now, of course that might change. There's a very real chance within the world of The Boys I will end up hating Soldier Boy. But the last episode made me feel very bad for him, as I can't stand the thought of ANYONE going through 30 plus years of torture. I can honestly say, no one deserves that. Not Homelander, not Stormfront, not Soldier Boy. Kill them to stop them hurting innocents? Of course, go for it. But torture, especially that incredibly brutal, extended torture is beyond horrifying to me and imo, should never be used!

This long ass ramble is just to say, please don't come at me if you already hate Soldier Boy; just know that this fic takes a sympathetic look at the character, so don't read it if you don't like that idea.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

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For a long time he tried to keep count of the days. They would often say the date when they started filming. So, he knew when he’d been there a month, six months, a year.

But after five years he’d stopped counting. What did it matter? But the hope was still there, still hidden behind the unceasing pain – the hope that someone would come.

No, not someone. Her.

His Countess.

Sometimes, though not often enough, his mind blacked out from the pain. When that would happen, he’d inevitably be back in New York, laying beside her, her red hair splayed out on the white pillow after an incredible round of fucking, fuelled by the coke that was smeared across the mirror on the bedside table.

That’s when they would lay there, both of them knowing that they ruled the world, both of them knowing they were the envy of the entire planet, both of them knowing they were unstoppable.

Both of them blissed out on pheromones and smooth white powder.

“You and me, Ben.�� She would say as she climbed on top of him and splayed her hands against his broad chest. “No one between us. No one to stop us.” Then she would dig her nails into his shoulders, making him grunt with pleasure. Which generally led to him flipping her onto her back and plowing into her until they broke the bed. Or a wall.

Inevitably, though, he would be yanked back from that past paradise with a searing pain in his side as they sliced into him with chainsaws and axes.

He’d endured the experiments for more than two decades, the day that he finally heard her crashing through the compound. There was no doubt in his mind that it was her, maybe some of the rest of the team too. But definitely her.

It was what he’d waited for for so long. He could feel her presence, he knew she was here at last. And sure enough the doors of the examination room were blasted open with a giant ball of red light, the scientists who had tortured him for twenty long years were exploded into chunks of nothing.

And then she was there, her face hovering above him. Her soft grey eyes were outlined by her red mask; her smile wide and teary as she pulled him free of the restraints.

“You came.” He said, sitting up, wincing from the lingering pain in his body. He cupped her cheek in one hand. “I knew you would come.”

She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, before wrapping her arms around him. He buried his face in her neck. But instead of the sweet smell she usually wore, he could smell only the acrid stench of burning flesh. As she pulled back from him, he could see that she was laughing at him now. The red light that shot from her palms was burning into his neck and he began to scream.

He woke screaming, the pain of the scientists torch carving burnt tracks into his skin. As soon as one side of his throat was nothing but peeled, burnt flesh, they moved to the other side. And as fast as they could burn him, his powers healed him, giving them new skin to scorch.

As the Russians pulled the torch away from him, one of the doctors pointed at him, and chuckled at the tear that trickled down his temple. “Look, the Super Soldier little boy, he is crying.”

The man holding the camera laughed along, before he stopped recording and they both agreed to leave the broken hero there while they went to eat.

Before they went, they shot a powerful sedative into his veins, so he would sleep the whole time they were gone, and he silently thanked them for the oblivion. As his eyes closed, and he sank into the darkness again, he could swear he heard her, breaking her way into the compound to save him.

He knew she would come. They were a team.

And they’d promised each other, after all.

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yandere-writer-momo · 6 days

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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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waynes-multiverse · 1 month

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hello ! hope your having a great day, wanted to ask your thoughts (maybe a dirty drabble??) on Soldier Boy or Beau having an s/o that is artistic or draws/paints a lot? 👀 Currently working on pieces for my uni and in dire need of motivation to get it done😭 anyways i love all your work !!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

A/N: What a fun idea! Couldn't resist to write both of 'em, so I hope those two idiots bring you enough motivation 🎨💪😂

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Artist!Reader // Soldier Boy x Artist!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, super light smut, tons of fluff, SB typical behavior, crack

Word Count: 1.1k

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Beau Arlen:

As his car stopped in front of your house, Beau could see the lights still burning brightly in the garage, knowing you were still hard at work.

“Hey,” he greeted you as he stood by the door, watching you with a warm smile.

Your gaze drifted from your canvas to him with a smile before spying the brown paper bag in his hand.

“Brought you something. Figured you were gonna burn the midnight oil and needed some fuel,” he said with a knowing smile.

“You’re a godsend,” you said with a happy sigh and took the bag from him, inhaling the smell of its delicious contents. “I’m sorry I’ve been locked up here so much. It’s just… I’m really nervous about the gallery opening this weekend, and it’s stressing me the fuck out and–,” you rambled before you were stopped by his large palms on your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed you, chuckling, and pecked your hairline sweetly. “I get it. You’re gonna do great, alright? Amazing, in fact.”

You let out a deep, calming breath and smiled up at him. How did you deserve such a good man? And where the hell have you found him?

“I love you,” you said and draped your arms around him, crashing your lips against his and entangling him in a searing kiss that showed your gratitude. But as you pulled back, your eyes widened in shock. You clasped your mouth.

“What?” Beau looked at you confused before he caught your gaze locked on his shoulders and saw the red-painted handprints on his jeans jacket.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped, embarrassed. You’d been working with paint everywhere all day. Of course it was all over you at this point.

To your surprise, though, Beau broke into loud laughter and shook his head at you. “Honey, it’s okay,” he told you before his freckled face was overtaken by a mischievous look. “In fact…”

He leaned over to one of your paint cans and dipped his finger inside a white one before booping your nose. You could feel a wet, cold blob on your tip as you gaped at him.

“You did not just do that.” You were speechless, but his playful laugh was contagious and intoxicating.

“Oh, it’s so on,” you announced and dunked your hand in a shade of blue, splattering it graciously on him.

“Oh yeah? Hope you’re ready ‘cause this means war, darlin’,” he countered with a wide grin, his hands finding green and yellow.

He chased you through the garage until he caged you in his arms, your mouth erupting with giggles until he filled it with kisses. Paint was everywhere, your clothes soaked and his beard and hair sprinkled like a cupcake.

“We’re never gonna get clean again,” you noted through giggles, looking at the beautiful mess in front of you as you brushed your fingers through his locks.

Beau lifted you up on your workbench, your legs locking around his waist. He kissed you deeply, feeling his excitement growing between your thighs.

“Guess we’ll just have to stay dirty then,” he said with a smirk and claimed your lips.

Soldier Boy:

You were curled up on the couch in your apartment, your eyes flickering between the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and your sketch pad in your hands.

Your concentration, however, was broken when a loud thud echoed off the walls and almost shattered the coffee table in a thousand pieces, sending the bowl of fruit flying across the room.

Your eyes lifted from your sketch pad and to your boyfriend in front of you, propped up with one muscular leg on the small table, elbow resting on his thigh with a bulging biceps and a painfully hard cock.

Annoyed, you huffed a sigh but weren’t surprised. You had been working on your assignment all day and wondered when your needy-ass, attention-seeking supe boyfriend would get bored with watching TV and smoking weed in your room.

“Ben, what the hell are you doing?” You looked up at him and saw the broad and proud smirk on his freckled face.

Cocksure didn’t even do him justice.

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Figured I’d give you something better to draw than a fucking boring-ass banana.”

“Uhm… that is so sweet and considerate of you. But I really need to draw fruit this week. That’s the assignment,” you said wryly before pushing him out of the way.

Well, as best as you could. He was a supe after all, but he budged and bent to your movement.

Pursing his lips, he threw his arms up in upset. “Oh, really? And what the fuck is all this shit, huh?”

Dramatically, he tossed one of your art maps on the table and crossed his arms over his broad chest, waiting for an explanation. As you peeked at the scattered sketches of naked men (and women), you knew what this was about.

You rolled your eyes back with a deep sigh. Of course he snooped through your stuff when you left him unsupervised in your room. “Ben, I told you already. We were drawing human models last month.”

“You never fucking said they were naked!” he argued, his deep voice trembling with jealousy and fury. “So, what? You’re just off, drawing cocks all day at that art school of yours?! I won’t fucking allow it, Y/N!”

You stifled a snort and tried to remain calm. He was honestly cute when he was greener than his suit. “Honey, you don’t have to be jealous. You know I love you... and your giant-ass dick.”

Biting the insides of his cheeks, he blushed slightly as he calmed down. “Yeah, well, you fucking better. ‘Sides, I’m not jealous. My cock’s way better than whatever those crooked-ass dicks are. Can’t even see them without a fucking magnifying glass…”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you feigned your agreement and hid your amused smile, nodding heavily. You stood up from the couch and locked your arms around his broad shoulders. You pulled his lips to yours, kissing him passionately until all his worries faded. His dick twitched between your legs. “You know, sometimes I’m surprised how you don’t explode with that giant ego of yours, welling from every pore.”

“Oh, you want me to explode?” Ben looked challengingly at you, smirking. “I can arrange that. In fact, how about I make you my fucking canvas and splatter my paint all over you, huh?”

“Ben, what–…” You burst into laughter, which was swiftly turned into a giggling shriek of protest as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 3 months

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My Command (The Boys Drabble)

Soldier Boy x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Soldier Boy knows just how to push your buttons.

Fic type: fluff-adjacent

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"Listen, I know you're, like, all stunted from being under all that time, but please have just a little bit of respect," you said, pointing an accusing finger at the man before you.

The way Soldier Boy was looking at that finger, he was thinking one of two things. One, he was thinking about snapping it right off, or two, he was thinking about putting it in his mouth and watching you flounder. Quite possibly both, actually, now that you thought about it.

"Come on, sweetheart," he replied, that cocky grin of his sliding into place. "You know I was only playing around, right?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing for certain that he had not been joking but that he just didn't want to piss you off because he wanted to get into your pants later.

"Alright, so I wasn't joking, but maybe you just need to learn how to relax," he snorted, closing in on you. Your mouth thinned out into a grimace as he wrapped his arms around your waist and eyed you up and down appreciatively. "Come on," he drawled. "Give an old timer a break."

You forgot how warm his hands were- like radioactive furnaces. Maybe they were. You melted just a little into his arms.

"You know you love it when I get mad at you," you breathed, caught up in all those pretty lines of his face. Soldier Boy nodded, clearly amused.

"Me? Oh yeah," he said, coming in to nip your jaw. "Who doesn't love a good angry fuck, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself close. Sometimes you wished he wouldn't wear his supe suit all the time. You liked to feel his skin on yours.

"This suit isn't great for cuddles," you pouted, tugging lightly at the raised edge of his breastplate. "I think we better remove it."

Soldier Boy's grin widened even further if that were at all possible, and he hoisted you up so you could wrap your legs around his hips.

"Your wish is my command."

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constant-mason24 · 6 months

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Relax

Soldier Boy x Reader Drabble

Our favorite old man helps (Y/n) destress away from the team.

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Things were... tense, to say the least.

The Boys were supposed to have their eyes set on one singular enemy, yet it rarely worked out that way. Much like now.

Butcher was being a dick, as per usual; M. M. couldn't stand to focus with a certain supe in his company. Hughie and Annie were having their issues, Kimiko was down for the count, and Frenchie was who the fuck knows where... This whole deal was a mess. It felt like the team spent more time fighting each other than Vought.

While M. M. and Butcher got into yet another argument, (Y/n) decided she couldn't take it anymore, and she moved to another room in an attempt to escape the others. Unfortunately for her, this room wasn't empty like she had hoped. But the man occupying said room might have a better solution.

"Do they always do this shit?" Soldier Boy asked, gesturing towards the doorway (Y/n) had just entered from with something she doubted was a cigarette.

"More or less." The woman sighed, settling down in the chair next to the supe. She eyed the joint in his hand, and the man took notice. His lip curled into a smirk as he followed her gaze.

"This might help you relax." He chuckled, smiling at her smugly as he lifted the drug in emphasis. "Those two probably got you all riled up."

"Are you offering your weed to me?" She asked, tilting her head and hiding a smile of her own.

"Just one hit?"

"Damn right I am, sugar." He handed the joint over to (Y/n) who took it gingerly. She took a hit, keeping eye contact with Soldier Boy as she did so. Then supe seemed to watch the smoke curl from her lips as she exhaled, handing the joint back to him.

"It's better to stay on my toes..."

"That's alright," Soldier Boy chuckled again, leaning forward in his seat to rest his arms on the table. He's checking her out in an obvious way, dragging his eyes up and down what he can see from their position at the table. "I know one other way I can help you relax."

"Yeah?" She leans closer to him. "And what would that be?"

He just smiles.

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kaleldobrev · 3 months

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Soldier Boy/Ben Masterlist

A rebloggable Soldier Boy/Ben Masterlist for your viewing and reading pleasure. All stories are Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader unless otherwise stated

Authors Note: Will update this as I post more stories

A Simple Misunderstanding (3.3k) | Hughie might of overheard something he probably shouldn’t have between you and Ben

I Want Them To Hear (3k) | 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.

A Small Favor In Return (4.8k) | Finding out you’re dating Soldier Boy, your graduate school professor asks you for a small favor. When you tell Ben about it he agrees (much to your surprise) but the only way he’ll do it is if you do a small favor for him in return.

Hard to Believe (581) | Ben tells you something that you weren’t quite expecting

A Big Ask (1.1k) | Ben has a big ask for you

Memories Are All I Have (1.3k) | You’re all Ben thinks about while he’s in Russia

From Russia With Love (1.5k) | You’re the first person Ben goes to see after escaping from Russia

Possessive (2.3k) | Ben is highly against when other men hit on you

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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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jawritter · 2 years

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It's me again, take however long you need with another ask for your celebration.

Tell me how you and soldier boy first got together (as always it can be as filthy as possible because he is a warning on his own)

Just Like The First Time

Warning: Captivity. Biologically enhanced reader, Soldier Boy (yes, he’s his own warning), language. Depiction of drug comparison. Smut.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Word Count: 389

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When he was first taken by the Russian government to experiment on “America’s Super Soldier '' you were assigned to him, too well, keep him entertained.

You didn’t know who was more entertained, him or you, but he didn’t complain, and neither did you. On the list of shitty things they had made you do in order to become serviceable to the captured Supe, this was one of the more… let’s say… pleasurable, things they had asked you to do, and you, being a prisoner yourself, how could you even disobey a direct order. Whether it came from your superiors, or Soldier Boy himself, and boy, did you like taking orders from him.

The chemicals they gave him, didn’t only enhance his muscle mass. They enhanced other things too. Like his libido.

The first day he meet you, he ended up balls deep in you, bent over a table in his quarters while he fucked into you like a while animal. He was so thick— in every aspect. Raw power. He reeked of anger, pent up frustration, and dominance. In less than fifteen minutes, he’d ruined all other men for you, not that any of them could have compared anyway.

There was no soft side to him. Not at all. He was sinfully addictive, and you were, from the moment you laid eyes on him you were addicted. Worse than the first shot to a heroin addict. In fact, you were pretty sure there was nothing on God’s green earth that could be as addictive as him. Even after they took you away from him, and locked him away because he became too dangerous. You vowed that you’d never stop looking for him. Your Soldier Boy. Your drug. Your damnation.

It was damnation you’d willingly take. If finding him again, if not but to relieve that first day of withering underneath his massive body, cunt convulsing around his powerful length, nails leaving their mark down his back as he roars above you, spilling his seed deep inside of your velvet heat. You’d take that damnation. You’d take that eternity in whatever hell God had created, because he was all you’d ever want or need again, just for one more day, just one more hit. Just trying to find that high that was as good as the first time.

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