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jackles010378 · 3 months

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"SUPE"R Flexible

(Soldier Boy x You)

Billy Butcher forces you to babysit Soldier Boy. Ben doesn't know you're a supe, until one night you have a nightmare and things get quite heated between you both 🔥❤️‍🔥

Warnings : Contains SMUT (of course it does, it is soldier boy 😆😜)

(I laughed so hard at one of the lines I came up with {sad I know} let's see if you guys can figure out which one it is 😂🤭)

When Billy Butcher showed up at y/n's door, it was like a bomb going off in her quiet life. He had Soldier Boy in tow, a weathered and battle-worn soldier with a haunted look in his eyes. With his gruff voice and rough exterior, Butcher asked her without any pleasantries to keep an eye on Soldier Boy for him. Bewildered and taken aback, y/n reluctantly agreed, uncertain of what she had gotten herself into. "Don't worry sweet cheeks, you won't even realise I'm here" Soldier Boy commented as he pushed past her and plopped himself down on her sofa.

In just under an hour, Butcher had a few things delivered for Soldier Boy, which mainly consisted of booze, drugs and pornos. She turned a blind eye to all that. She knew what Soldier Boy had endured before he was put in that chamber over 40 years ago. As long as he didn't trash the place she left him to it. She only occasionally got annoyed with him when he wouldn't clean up after himself, or that he would just decide to walk around the apartment naked most of the time. Although she really didn't mind the latter part, he was easy on the eye after all.

The first few days after Butcher left seemed like an eternity. Y/n and Ben, which she now called him after a much heated argument, her telling him she wasn't gonna keep shouting Soldier Boy all the time. They managed to avoid each other as much as possible, their interactions limited to awkward greetings and fleeting glances. Y/n couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and unease whenever she caught glimpses of the man she was now responsible for. "Why don't you take a picture doll face, it will last longer" Ben said to her as he could feel her stare at him. Smiling to herself, she got her phone out and took it. He glared back at her as he heard the camera go off. He yanked the phone out of her hand "hey, you break it you will buy me a new one".

She watched in amusement as Ben studied the object in his hand. She knew she had to teach him about all the changes that had happened over the last 40 years he'd been "asleep".

He agreed reluctantly to let her show him all the new things like how smart TVs work, a laptop and obviously a mobile phone. He wasn't going to let on that he was enjoying spending time with her. Ben still had a lot of trust issues, he was let down by what was supposed to be 'his' team. Something in the back of his mind was telling him that he could trust y/n though.

Butcher had failed to mention to Soldier Boy that y/n was a supe just like him. Though to look at her you wouldn't tell she was one. Her frame was tiny although she was quite tall and she didn't have the muscle structure he had. Her powers were more to do with flexibility. If needed, y/n could squeeze herself into any small space or through the tiniest of gaps no one else could. Her bones were like elastic, making her able to bend into any shape she needed to.

Y/n, like Ben had been through a rough time. When Butcher found her she was so close to death he thought she would never make it. He didn't know of her powers until he took her to the hospital and they did all sorts of tests on her. Telling him she shouldn't have survived what she had endured and that it was a miracle she'd survived at all. It was then he asked starlight to do a little digging. He sent her a photo of y/n and asked if she could get info on her. Starlight found y/n's file at Vought HQ and told Butcher she was made into a supe. She was supposed to be a part of Homelander's team but she refused. Resulting in him torturing her endlessly till she caved, but she never did.

Nights were the hardest for y/n. Filled with restless sleep and vivid nightmares, she found herself tossing and turning, unable to find solace. And then one night, Ben heard her screams of distress. His instincts kicked in, and he rushed to her thinking she was being harmed.

Ben shook y/n awake, some concern etched on his weary face. Startled awake, she went into attack mode to begin with, but as soon as she realised it was Ben and looked into his eyes, in that moment something shifted. There was a connection between them, a spark that ignited a passion deep inside of her that she had never felt before.

Ben backed away from her as she regained her senses and breathing pattern. He stood in her doorway, staring at her. "Why don't you take a picture it will last longer" she shouted out at him making him laugh loudly. "What's so fucking funny Ben, You never seen someone having a nightmare before" she shouts at him, getting up from the bed ready to have yet another argument with the stubborn supe.

The air was thick with anticipation as Ben and Y/N exchanged smouldering glances across the room. What happened next surprised y/n. With only a couple of steps, Ben was right in front of her. His chest heaving as he tried to decide whether he wanted to fight her or kiss her. "What the fuck are you doing......." Before she could finish, his lips were attacking hers with a force that knocked her off her feet. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as she tried to fight the kiss. As much as she tried, she felt herself melting in his arms, kissing him back with as much force and passion he was giving to her.

The apartment became their steamy playground, each corner serving as a canvas for their passionate encounter. The living room became a shrine to their love, with every piece of furniture playing a role in their fiery dance. He practically threw her over the arm of the sofa, taking her from behind. Every drag of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy made her moan. Her walls pulsating and squeezing his penis tight.

After he finished with her on the sofa, y/n found herself pushed against the wall, her breath catching in her chest as Ben's hands roamed her body with urgency. His touch was electric, igniting a wildfire within her. She surrendered to him completely, allowing him to conquer her body in the most untamed ways. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, his erection thrusting into her hard and fast once again.

They moved them from one room to another, fuelled by a fierce hunger that knew no boundaries. The kitchen countertops bore witness to their unbridled passion, as ingredients and utensils were forgotten in favour of more sensual indulgences. Y/n took Ben in her mouth, sucking and licking the underside of his dick, taking him fully in her mouth almost gagging as he thrust deep into her throat, making his cum shoot down her esophagus.

The bathroom became a sanctuary of pleasure, steam masking their fervent exclamations. Water cascaded over their entwined bodies as they abandoned themselves to a raw desire, their moans echoing through the apartment like a symphony of ecstasy. Ben sunk to his knees, his face buried deep in her pussy, licking and sucking at her clit, his tongue plunging into her core.

With the bedroom as their final destination, their union intensified. The sheets twisted beneath their weight as they moved with a primal rhythm. The room became an arena for their love, sweat-slicked bodies colliding in a chorus of gasps and cries. With one final thrust and an orgasm that he thought would nearly kill her, Ben collapsed beside y/n. He looked over at y/n noticing the satiated look on her face "well, you've surprised me doll, didn't think you'd be able to take all of what I just did to you. I'm impressed" he said quite smugly.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him. She got out of the bed and tied her robe around herself "I see Butcher didn't tell you everything about me then" she said whilst not looking at him. Ben quirked an eyebrow at her as she turned round to face him. "I'm just like you Ben, I'm a supe". Ben shot up in the bed and crawled over to the side y/n was standing grabbing her waist "well yeah he kinda failed to mention that. Why didn't you tell me". He seemed annoyed and a little angry. Y/n's hand caressed his cheek pulling him in for a kiss "well you know now".

He pulled her back onto the bed and hovered over her "so, what's your super power then" he asked as he nipped at her neck and collarbone, "let's just say, I'm very, very flexible" Ben's head shot up to look at her face, a small smirk playing on her lips. "How flexible are we talking" he asked with a look on his face that gave y/n shivers "oh honey, you could bend me like a pretzel and it wouldn't hurt me" Ben growled at that comment and was ripping the robe from her body "shall we put it to the test then". For the rest of the night and into the early hours of the morning Ben had had y/n in every imaginable position he could think of.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 4 months

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Permanent Surrender

This fic will cover my A Locket-A weapon-An Unexpected Kiss square on my 2nd @jacklesversebingo card.

Summary: Ben and Y/N hate each other...but what lies just over the edge of hate?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Of course - it's Soldier Boy! Misogynistic language, Ben being an asshole. Rough, unprotected PinV sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, spit and cum as lube, Oral (m receiving) slight face fucking, dub con (let's call it forceful seduction), lots of dirty talk.

Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader and Soldier Boy x Sarah (sort of)

Word Count: 3,633

A/N: So this is my next square for my second jacklesversebingo card. The request for this one came from @deans-spinster-witch who sent an ask saying simply:

A locket, a weapon, an unexpected kiss with Soldier Boy & the reader?

Rewatching 3x08, I came upon this classic line and it got my dirty mind rolling:

So, this is what I came up with, hon! Hope you (and everyone else too) enjoy it! ❤️ If you do, don't forget to like, comment and/or reblog. It means the world.

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The skyline of New York City stretched out in front of Sarah for miles, lights twinkling like fallen stars in the inky black sky. The night had taken its toll on her and she found herself with a bit of a headache. She rubbed a hand over her forehead as images of the night came back to her.

…the terrorists storming into their company's New Year's Eve party…

…the screams of fear from those around her as the Soviet terrorists forced them, at gunpoint, into the small, crowded conference room…

…the feeling of soaring relief and happiness as something smashed through the windows on the eightieth floor of Takao Corporation Headquarters…

…the way her heart beat triple time when she realized it was him - Soldier Boy! He'd come for her, just as she'd known he would…

He'd saved them all and sent those Soviet bastards packing!

And now she stood free and safe, in the chill of a New York December night, with only a light sweater over her shoulders. She shivered and considered going back inside, but then suddenly he was there - walking towards her in his emerald green suit, not even a single tear in it from his gallant rescue.

“Hey, sweetness.” He said as he reached her and ran his hands up and down her arms. “You're gonna catch pneumonia out here. I didn't come all this way to save you just to lose you to a cold.”

He smiled at her warmly and she felt her insides tremble.

“Oh, speaking of lost things…” He reached into a pocket in his sleeve and pulled out a delicate gold chain with a locket dangling from it.

Sarah gasped. “My grandmother's locket!” She exclaimed with wide eyes. “When those bastards ripped it from around my neck, I never thought I'd see it again.”

Soldier Boy shook his head. “I knew I had to get this back to you. I know how much it means to you, being the last thing your grandmother ever gave you. I couldn't let them take it.”

Sarah’s eyes welled up with tears as Soldier Boy held up the locket and nodded towards her.

“May I?” He asked.

She nodded and he stepped close to her, clasping the fine gold chain around her neck.

When he had it in place, he stepped back from her slightly, but remained close. He let his finger trail down the cold metal links resting on her warm skin and when he spoke his voice was deep and warm.

“So…” He seemed a little nervous and Sarah blushed. “I know it's well after midnight, but…do you think I could steal a New Year's Eve kiss?”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I thought you'd never ask.”

He smiled into their kiss…

…and the music swelled, the camera slowly panning away into a long crane shot until the screen faded to black and the credits finally began to roll.

The Heart of Rock and Roll by Huey Lewis and the News blasted from the speakers as the theater erupted in applause, everyone cheering the latest exploits of Soldier Boy. Once again he'd shot down all the bad guys (except for a few who's throats he slit), saved all the hostages and, of course, got the girl.

Ben and Y/N came out onto the small stage at the front of the theater and gave everyone a wave. Ben spoke into the microphone someone had placed in front of him.

“Thank you so much for coming to the premiere of ‘Falling Thunder’. We hope you enjoyed it; we sure enjoyed making it.”

Ben smiled down at Y/N and squeezed the hand he held very hard until a smile popped up on her face. She leaned into the microphone.

“Yes, what an adventure this has been. And thanks so much to the best partner I could ask for.” She gushed, latching onto Ben's bicep and then coyly burying her face in the same arm as the audience oohed and aahed and whistled at them.

Ben laughed and chucked her chin, throwing her a wink and making all the women in the audience melt into puddles. The two of them flashed a few more smiles and waved again as they walked offstage. The second they were past the curtain, they dropped their smiles and each other's hands.

Y/N breathed deeply and turned to face the man she loathed more than she ever thought possible.

“Well, I can't say this was fun, but it's done and we never have to see each other again, so there's that.”

Ben turned his head to sneer at her. “Well, I'm still seeing you now.”

Y/N clenched her jaw as she turned and stomped away from the absolute asshole the rest of the world knew as Soldier Boy.

From their first moment on set to their very last take, they'd hated each other. Everything Ben did pissed her off, every snide comment, every lude suggestion made her want to smack him till his ears rang.

She knew he felt the same. He'd told her numerous times, when she’d refused to sleep with him, that she was just a frigid bitch.

“Women like you need to be fucked long and hard so you remember your place.” He'd growled at her after the last time he'd cornered her and tried to fuck her in her trailer. He'd stormed out unsatisfied, slamming her trailer door off its hinges.

That's how it had been the entire six weeks of shooting.

Y/N couldn't deny that the asshole was incredibly hot and she had definitely been tempted by him quite a few times. His face was so goddamn perfect and his lips were so wide and full she just wanted to suck on them like candy.

And his body. Fuck!

Having been pressed up against him many times throughout filming she knew just how rock solid he was, how his muscles felt rippling beneath her hands, and it definitely left her wanting so much more. But she'd never give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right when he whispered dirty accusations in her ear.

“I know you're soaked for me, baby.” He told her one day on set. He leaned in towards her and inhaled deeply. “I can fucking smell it.”

He'd told her over and over that she was denying herself the best sex of her life. She'd scoffed at him and rolled her eyes which never failed to piss him off. But secretly, she thought he might actually be telling the truth.

But now she'd never know.

She sighed deeply as she continued to wait at the coat check for the girl to find her coat in the back and bring it out so she could leave the theater behind, along with the group of Hollywood phonies involved with the movie.

Mostly though, she admitted, she wanted away from temptation.

She was desperate to leave because now that it was becoming real in her mind that her time with Ben was well and truly over, she was beginning to feel a kind of panic setting in - as though overwhelming disappointment was washing over her.

She was coming to realize that actually, a part of her had hoped that he’d win their little war. A deep-down-dark part of her had wanted him to fuck her and emerge victorious. She hated admitting it, even to herself, but she'd never been so turned on by a man in her life. Her body flushed and her core muscles clenched just thinking of him.

She angrily rang the little bell on the desk a few times. She needed to get her coat and get the fuck out of here.

Suddenly the little blonde who worked behind the counter popped out from between two trench coats. Her face was all red and she seemed a bit loopy. She was grinning and giggling. “I can't…I can't find your coat. You should go back and look for yourself.”

She pressed a button under the desk and the door swung open. The girl ran out, leaving Y/N to stare after her in confusion.

“What the fuck?” Y/N mumbled. She scowled and shook her head, slipping through the door before it clicked shut and relocked behind her. She pushed her way through the racks and racks of coats, soon becoming lost in a sea of wool and tweed.

Suddenly she felt a hand grab her wrist and pull her behind the last row of coats. There was a wide spot there between the coats and the back wall. And in that spot Ben slammed her back against the wall, thrusting a knee between her legs and holding both wrists stretched above her head.

He easily held her wrists in one hand, so his other one was free to wrap around her throat as his face hovered above hers.

“Together again, baby.”

Out of habit Y/N pulled away from him, trying to free her wrists, but it was like trying to escape steel manacles.

“Why are you fighting what we both know you want?” He asked smugly. He dropped his hand from her throat and ran it down her body, reaching her stocking-covered thigh and squeezing hard.

“What will I find if I tear these fucking pantyhose off? If I try to make you come on my fingers, are you gonna be dripping for me?”

Y/N felt her panties flood even more at his words, giving an answer to his very rhetorical questions. But she tried to pull her leg out of his grip and struggled against his hold.

“Fuck off, you piece of shit!” She hissed at him. “I thought you were out of my goddamn life!”

Ben trailed his fingers further up her thigh and shook his head. “N’ah, gave that little blonde bimbo a hundred dollar bill and quick finger fuck to get her out of here. So I could have you all to myself at last.”

It occurred to Y/N that she should probably be a lot more afraid than annoyed. There was absolutely nothing stopping this Titan from holding her down and doing anything he wanted to her.

But just like all the times before, she was frustrated, not scared. She knew he didn't want to take her. He wanted to get her. He wanted her to admit how badly she lusted after him. He wanted her to give in.

He wanted to win.

To that end, he pressed his lips behind her ear and made her shiver. His fingers ran just under the hem of her little black dress.

“I know how much you want me.” His voice was low and smooth in her ear. “I know you've probably spent hours and hours fantasizing about me throwing you down and fucking you stupid. Have you imagined that? Hmm?” He asked as he pulled down the thick strap on her dress and trailed his sinful lips across her shoulder.

“How do I fuck you in your fantasies, Y/N? Do I make you come on my tongue first? Or do I just bend you over and ram my fat cock into that dripping mess of a cunt?”

Y/N was still shaking her head, but she was panting now too. She wanted to keep telling him no, but her whole body thrummed a resounding yes.

But it wasn't enough for him, he wanted her total surrender.

“Tell me, Y/N. How do you wanna be fucked? Slow and teasing or hard and pounding? Do you want me to fuck this gorgeous mouth of yours.” He paused to lick her lips open and a moan escaped her.

He smiled wickedly, but didn't relent. “In your dreams are you on your knees, baby? Are you taking my cock down your throat like such a good girl? Are you gagging on it?”

He raised his knee slightly, flexing the muscle and making it push against her core. She sucked in a ragged breath and then cried out harshly as he pulled back and then slammed it against her pussy, the ridge of muscle in his thigh pressing perfectly and making her roll her head back and forth on the wall, trying to deny how desperately she wanted him.

“Do you like that, my little slut? Do you like fucking yourself on my thigh? Yeah, you do, don't you? I know just how badly you want me to fuck you, how badly you wanna be reamed by a big fat cock. Need somebody to fuck you down good, don't you? Need to be fucked so hard you can't walk for a week.”

Y/N wasn't even trying to stop the sounds of pleasure sliding out of throat, she couldn't possibly manage it. But she still pulled uselessly against his grip, still wouldn't give in.

Ben's voice was deliciously dark and deep as he continued. “All you have to do is say the word, Y/N. Well, two words actually. Just say, ‘I surrender.’ and I'll fuck you so good, keep you coming and coming.”

Y/N bucked her hips forward, rubbing against his thigh once again. She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but only pathetic, whimpering sounds came out now so she slammed it shut.

Ben sensed his victory in the air and he smiled darkly. “Just fucking say it, baby. We both know you want it, you're not fooling anyone anymore. So surrender and I'll take you where you stand, fuck you against this wall till your knees buckle. Fill every fucking hole and have you absolutely begging for more.”

It was the breaking point for Y/N. “Oh goddamn it. Yes. Okay. Do it.” She gasped, but it wasn't enough for Ben.

He pulled her away from the wall and spun her to face it. He let go of her wrists so he could collect them again behind her back. He tore the front of her dress down to her waist. She wore no bra and the cold cement wall felt rough against her bare tits when he pressed her against it.

He wrenched her tight dress up to bunch around her waist, shredded her pantyhose with his fingers before yanking her panties down and then freeing his cock from its confines.

He groaned as he slid it up and down through the wetness he’d known he’d find. He pressed the very tip to her entrance and stopped. He applied his weight and strength against her, so she couldn't move a muscle, couldn't push back on him, couldn't create any kind of friction for herself.

“This is it, little tease. You've been denying me for weeks and weeks now. Trying to make me believe you didn't want me. Well now my cock is just waiting to fuck you apart, ready to make you scream. So tell me bitch, do you surrender?”

Y/N felt her last thread of resistance fall away and she simply didn't care about pride anymore.

“Yes, goddammit, yes. I fucking yield, I surrender, whatever you wanna hear. Just fuck me, you asshole!”

With that auspicious capitulation, Ben didn't wait another second. He rammed himself deep, and then deeper into Y/N's cunt. He didn't wait for her first cry of pleasure to end before he pulled out and slammed back again, this time lifting her off the floor with the force of his thrust.

He smashed her up against the wall, holding her wrists tightly behind her and crushing her body against the cement as he fucked up into her over and over.

The tip of his huge cock dragged across her sweet spot with every punishing thrust. He was relentless and perfect and Y/N could only pant and beg him not to stop. Soon she was falling over the edge harder than she'd ever fallen. He buried his fingers in her slick and rubbed her clit hard as he kept ramming himself into her so deep that Y/N knew no one would ever fill her the same way again.

As he'd promised, he kept her coming and coming.

After one particularly powerful climax, Y/N felt as though her brain had liquefied, and was only vaguely aware of what was happening as Ben pulled out of her and shifted her away from the wall. He bent her double and dropped her wrists.

He spread her ass cheeks wide and spit on her before dragging slick up from her cunt on his fingers and coating the tight ring of muscle there. He pushed the tip of his middle finger in and groaned.

“Fuck this ass is tight. Have you ever been ass fucked, my little whore? My cock the first to breach it?”

Y/N gave a disjointed nod, gasping as he pushed his finger in further and spit on her again. “Yes. I've never.” The garbled words were all she could manage.

Ben hummed. “Fuckin’ love that I get to pop this cherry.”

He spread more slick and spit over her asshole as he continued to push in his thick middle finger, stretching her slowly.

“Okay, baby, this is gonna sting.” He warned as he positioned his cock at her back entrance. “I'm gonna go slow, but I'm gonna give you every inch. And I want you to take it all. Got it?”

Y/N bit her lip as her slick continued to leak down her thighs. “Yes, I wanna feel so full of you.” She panted, so far past the point of denial.

Ben grunted. “Fuck yes.” He pushed forward slightly and it definitely stung. Then he pushed further and it hurt. He stopped as he met resistance. “You need to relax baby. Don't fight me.” he guided her, stroking down her back. He put his hands back on her cheeks, spreading her ass wide again.

“Play with your tits, flick your clit, let yourself enjoy the stretch and burn.” He advised. She did what he suggested and soon she was lost in pleasure again, moaning harshly. He pushed further into her ass, restraining himself from slamming into her as hard and deep as he wanted to. He'd rip her open if he did. So he continued to go slow and listened for her sounds of pleasure as he proceeded.

Finally he was pushed into her completely, buried so deep she felt like she might burst.

“Good girl.” He praised, reaching around and swirling his finger around her clit while she squeezed her own tits hard.

“I'm gonna move now. I'll start as slow as I can, but I'm gonna wanna speed up soon. Think you can handle me?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes. I can take it.”

Ben slid three thick fingers into her cunt and she cried out. He grunted against her spine, and then bit her there, leaving marks.

“This is how I've wanted you for so long, completely stretched, stuffed so full of me you can barely breathe.”

Y/N let out a keening moan and Ben pulled out of her ass slowly. Inside her pussy his fingers found her sweet spot and pressed there gently, tormenting her. He slid slowly in and out of her tight hole for a while stretching her and easing the way.

Finally, when he couldn't hold back anymore, he pressed his fingers in circles against her g-spot making her explode and clench around his fingers.

As she rode her climax, Ben took the chance to slam in and out of her hard and fast, letting the scorching pleasure of her orgasm dull the pain of his huge cock slamming deep and rough into her ass.

Finally he pulled out completely and pushed Y/N down to the floor, leaving her on her knees. She looked up at him, fuck drunk and barely conscious as he pumped his cock.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.” Ben ordered her through gritted teeth. She obeyed immediately and he tapped his heavy cock against her tongue. “Suck it.” He growled.

Y/N closed her lips around him, sucking hard as she gagged on his thrusting cock.

Finally Ben's hips stuttered and he grabbed the back of her head so he could bury his cock deep down her throat.

He came with a roar and Y/N realized if there were any other people coming to get their coat, they could likely hear everything. But gone along with her pride, was her ability to feel embarrassment. All she wanted was for Ben to keep fucking her. Forever.

He pulled out of her mouth, letting cum and spit dribble onto her tits and her tattered dress. He took pride in the way she was completely broken in now. He knew after this he could fuck her whenever he wanted to; she'd never say no again.

Y/N tried to come back to reality, but her brain was buzzing and her body was throbbing, sore and stiff, but already aching for him again.

Ben tucked away his dick and zipped himself up, before he grabbed a coat. It wasn't hers, but she didn't protest as he wrapped her up in it, covering the torn dress and cum stains.

“Come on, my little cock tease. Let's get you back to my hotel. There are still so many ways I wanna fuck you.” He knew what the answer would be, but his ego asked the question anyway. “You gonna fight me on it? Or are you finally ready to admit this is what you've wanted all along?”

A long distant voice echoed in her head telling her she should be fighting this, but it was faint and easily ignored. She nodded and stopped to pull him down into a kiss.

“Fuck yes, asshole. I permanently surrender.”

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waynes-multiverse · 2 years

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Bad Reputation – Series Masterlist

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Series Summary: In a world full of careless supes, powerful people, and corruption on all levels, Y/N’s the typical millennial, trying to make the world a better place one good deed at a time. As a civil rights lawyer in New York City, justice, kindness, and selflessness are her motto. Her patience is tested, however, when none other than America’s ass himself shows up on her doorstep and needs help.

Series Warnings: +18, strong language, offensive commentary and The Boys-related topics, angst, violence (blood, injuries, death etc.), the usual humor 🙃, PTSD, drugs & drinking, enemies to lovers, smut (eventual but no slow burn), more individual tags in chapters

A/N: Hey loves! Got this idea three weeks ago and it follows somewhat the events of S3 but has some time adjustsments here and there to fit the story I wanna tell 😉 It will conclude after 12 chapters. I hope you enjoy! 😈

Feedback is my fuel, so please let me know if you liked it or if something made you laugh, cry, blush etc.! 🖤

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 ||

Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 ||

Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 ||

Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 ||

This series is FINISHED because I’m a fucking professional here! 🖕

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layce2015 · 1 month

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

(A/n: I wanted to say that writing this fic, I believe is gonna be the most mature, violent and sexual I’m gonna get in this story. If you have not watched this show, go to Amazon Prime and watch the show. If you are under the age of 18, probably do not read this.)

Next Chapter / Masterlist

1944

I was sitting in the waiting room with my husband, waiting for the nurse to call me. Few days ago, I had received a phone call from the doctor's saying that I needed to come in for a visit and it made me nervous as I am usually good on keeping up with my health.

I sighed as my husband, Adam, looks over at me. "You okay, honey?" He asked me in a concerned voice. "Just wondering why I am here." I said. "Did you miss an appointment? Or a shot?" Adam asked me and I shake my head. "No...at least...I don't think so." I said, thinking, then the door to the back of the office opens.

The nurse walks out of the door and looks at her clipboard. "Ms. (L/n)?" She said and I raise my head. "The doctor will see you now." She said and both Adam and I stand up.

We follow her to one of the back rooms until she stops in front of a room and opens the door. "The doctor will be with you soon." She tells us and Adam and I walk into the room and I sit in one of the chairs, Adam takes the chair next to me. He pats me on the back, soothingly, as I sit there and try to figure out what the hell this could be for.

Eventually, the doctor came I but the thing was, he didn't look like my normal doctor. My normal doctor was an older, balding man, this doctor was young and with a head full of dark black hair. "Hello, Ms (l/n)." The doctor said and I give him a confused look.

"Um, are you new? I've never seen you before. Where's Doctor Jefferson?" I asked him and I could've sworn I saw Cole give a nervous look at this new doctor. "Doctor Jefferson is on vacation. I'm Doctor Miller. I'll be taking over while he is on vacation." The young man said and I eyed him a bit but gave a reluctant nod.

"Anyway, it seems you are needing a shot for this new disease that's been going around, thanks to this horrible war we got." Doctor Miller said as he goes to the table near him and picks up a syringe with some blue liquid in it.

"New disease? I've never heard of a new disease." I said and Doctor Miller comes up to me, needle in hand. "Trust me, you need this, ma'am." Doctor Miller said but I felt like something was off. "No, I, uh..." I stammered, nervously, as I stand up but then Adam stands up next to me and places his hands on my shoulder.

"Adam?" I said, confused, as he starts to hold me in place as Miller comes at me with a needle. "Sorry, honey, but you need this." He said. "What are you talking about?!" I asked when Miller inserted the needle in my arm and I let out a yelp.

He pulls the needle out of my arm and I look at him. "What the hell did you just put in me?" I asked him just as I started to feel pain all over my body. I yelled then screamed as I doubled over and fall to the ground. I look up at Adam, and through my tears, I asked. "What did you do?" I asked then I screamed again.

"Honey, this will be a great opportunity for us. For you. And this is was the only way." Adam replied. "Why? Why me?" I asked as I felt another wave of pain. "Because Ms (y/n) we need someone like you." Miller replied and the pain subsides but I start to feel light headed then I pass out.

I groan as I slowly open my eyes, my vision was blurry but it seemed all I could see was white. I blink several times before my vision becomes clearer and I could see a figure standing before me.

I gasp and sit up to see Doctor Miller, if that was even his real name, in a white coat with a clipboard in hand, staring at me. "Where am I? Where's Adam? Who are you, really?" I asked, in a quick panicked voice.

"As I told you, I am Doctor Miller. You, Ms (y/n), are in the secret lab of Vought Tower. As for your husband, he is having a talk with my boss." Miller informed me. "Vought Tower? Why am I here?" I asked. "Because we have developed a serum, called Compound V. It gives the subject powers beyond our wildest dreams. And you, are among the first people to be injected with this wonderful serum." Miller explained and I raised an eyebrow at this.

”But why me?” I asked and Miller smirks. “Because you are the perfect woman for our idea of a female hero.” Miller said.

Present Day

I gasp, sit up and look at my surroundings, realizing that I was in my living room on my couch. I sighed as I try to shake off the terrible memory I just relived in my dream and looked over at my TV, seeing news coverage about that stupid hero group, The Seven, promoting their new movie Dawn of The Seven.

One of the news reporter had that prick of a leader, Homelander, talking to him and asked him a question, I am sure this guy is tired of hearing. "How could you not know all along that Stormfront was a Nazi?" the reporter asked and I could just tell by the look in his eyes that Homelander was exhausted and annoyed at the question.

But I can't say I blame the reporters for asking this question. It was a huge scandal last year that the newly added female hero, Stormfront, was a Nazi. And, to my surprise, she use to be Liberty who was someone I met years ago and use to work with. "Well, I am just a man who fell for the wrong woman. Uh, but, uh...out of crisis comes change. So I spent the last year really slowing down and reconnecting with myself. And I am very excited for everyone to meet the real me." Homelander replied and something about the look in his eyes made me feel a bit unsettled.

It could be just the pressure this man's under or he is really crazy, what the fuck do I know?

I rub the sleep out of my eyes then get up and head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. After grabbing a can of soda, my cellphone rings and I pull it out to see that my old friend, Bethany, was calling. “Hello.” I said. “Hey, (y/n). Was just checking if we were still up for lunch tomorrow?” Bethany asked me. “Yeah, yeah, I am.” I said, tiredly.

”Oh, did I wake you?” She asked me. “No, I just woke up from a nap…” I said. “Nightmares again?” She asked. “More like revisiting my past.” I said. “Is there a difference?” She asked me and I chuckled. “Well, there was some good.” I said. “I hope meeting me is one of them.” She said. “Hmmm, I don’t know…” I said, thinking. “Bitch, I better be.” Bethany said, in a fake offended tone, and I laugh again.

”Still as spunky as ever at your age.” I remarked as Bethany is in her sixties. “You’re only as old as you feel.” She said. “You got that right.” I said. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asked. “Yeah, I’ll see ya.” I said. “Alright have a good night.” Bethany said. “You too.” I said and I hang up then sighed again.

After turning the TV and lights off, I got a shower and started to get ready for bed. I sit on the side of my bed then look over at the bedside table to see a picture of me and Ben, AKA Soldier Boy. It was of me and him at some sort’ve movie premiere, I think it was one of his movies I really can’t remember which one as he did a fair amount of movies. He had his arm around my waist and I was hugged up to his side, both of us smiling for the camera.

You would’ve thought we were the perfect couple, the one people would aspire to be.

But we were far from perfect.

Ben and I always had our ups and downs over the decades. We always seemed to break up constantly, so much so that I’ve honestly lost count. But we always seem to go back to each other. It’s probably fucked up for me to say, knowing how he was, but he was the best man I’ve ever been with.

Sure, he could be rude and crude, full of himself, a flirt with any woman that had caught his eye, and was violent to people, including to some of our teammates, at times but…I couldn’t help but love him. He had his moments with me where he was honest, caring, and sweet in his own way.

I stared at the photo then set it on the table then looked up at the wall where I have his shield mounted. “Goodnight, Ben.” I muttered to the shield, as if he can hear me, then I start to get into bed and start to fall asleep.

Flashback

Miller left me in this godforsaken room after they had tested me on what abilities I can do. I was curled up in the fetal position on my bed when I hear the door to my room opening. I turn my head and see that it’s Adam that came in. I glared at him as my anger was growing.

”Hello, darling.” Adam said, cautiously. “Don’t call me that. Not after what you did to me.” I growled as I turn my head from him. “Oh, honey…” he said as he comes up to me but was pushed back by an invisible force. He looks surprised by this then looks at me. “Oh, I’m guessing this is one of your powers?” He asked me as I glare at him.

“Why? Why did you do this to me?” I asked him, angrily. “Think of it this way, darling, we’ll live that lavish we’ve always hoped for.” He said to me. “I wanted that but do it the proper way!” I exclaimed. “But this way is so much better and you’ll be famous. Everyone will know your name.” Adam said, excitedly.

“You know I hate being in the spotlight. Why the hell would you think I’d want to be famous? Let alone superhero level of famous?!” I spat, angrily. “It won’t be that bad. You’ll see, once you get started, you’ll actually start to like it. You might even make some new friends.” He said, sounding like he was talking to a child, and I begin to shake at this. Then I go to slap him but he was shoved back by an invisible force and he falls back and hits the padded wall.

“What the hell?!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m a child!!!” I shout as he scrambles back to his feet. “I’m just trying to help you.” Adam said. “Help me?! You’ve completely ruined my life!” I shout, livid. “Don’t be so dramatic, darling.” He said, waving his hand vaguely.

I growled under my breath and bared my teeth. “Get the hell outta my sight. Right now!” I screamed at him. “Oh, come now, (y/n)! Don’t act like a child!” He said and I stare at him. “I want a divorce.” I whispered and he stares at me. “You don’t mean that.” He said and I felt a tear run down my face. “I mean it. I don’t want to see you anymore.” I said then his face turns from concern to determine.

”Well, it’s not gonna happen, my dearest. We made a vow. For better or worse, remember? And also, you being a divorced woman? Your career will be ruined before it even started. People will look down on you.” Adam said and I glare at him again as my eyes begin to fill with unshed tears.

”I hate you.” I growled at him and he gives a small smirk. “You don’t mean that. You’ll see in time, this was what’s best for you.” He said then he leaves the room. Once the door closes behind him, I crumbled to my knees and begin to scream and cry.

Present Day

The Next Day

*3rd Person POV*

“You must be having a fսcking laugh. That little cսոt crawled up a guy's cock and blew him to bits. He almost killed Frenchie, and you're just gonna let him go 'cause Stan Edgar asked nice?” Billy Butcher asked Hughie, angrily. The night before they had captured an out of control Supe that was causing problems and brought him in to this company by Neuman that deals with out of control Supes. “Supe collateral damage is down 60%.” Hughie tried to assure him as Frenchie and Kimiko were sitting off the side into their own desks. “Oh, come off it. That's that twɑt Neuman talking.” Butcher argued.

”She has locked up more Supes this year than every other year combined.” Hughie argued. “Then you're a fսcking twɑt. Hughie, you're working with Vought! I'm...” Butcher argued until Kimiko made a loud, discordant music with her keyboard. “Fuck me. I should've done Termite when I had the chance.” Butcher growls.

“Look, look, look, things are good. We're actually winning.” Hughie said. “Winning, are we? Locking up a couple of nobodies ain't winning. They got all the money and all the power, and they want us dead. We're outmanned and outgunned, and we got to put them cսոts in a box before they do it to us.” Butcher shouts. “If you would just compromise a little bit...” said Hughie and this angers Butcher.

"Compromise? Fսck you. Your whole life's a compromise.” Butcher shouts. “Hey, at least I have a fսcking life!” Hughie shouts but then stops when he realized what he said as Butcher glares at him. “I didn't mean that. Look. Look. Can we just stop dancing around this? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left.” Hughie said as Kimiko continues to play her keyboard.

”You think I give a shite?” Butcher asked him. “Yeah, I think you do. I think you're pissed that M.M. and I both left.” Hughie said. “M.M. was a bit of a loss. You not so much.” Butcher said then he chuckled a little. “Butcher...it's been a year. You can stop all this. It's okay to stop. To move on. She would've wanted you to.” Hughie tells him as the keyboard music continues until Butcher couldn’t take it anymore.

”Oi, Stevie fսcking Wonder! Will you knock it off? You're doing me fսcking head in! Jesus fսcking Christ. Everyone's losing their fսcking minds.” Butcher shouts and Kimiko recoils back as Frenchie turns to her. “Hey. Forget it.” He whispers to her. “Or maybe they're just trying to be happy.” Hughie argues and Butcher glares at him again before he walks off.

Then Hughie turns to Kimiko. “I thought it sounded great.” He tells her as the door to the office opens then closes and Kimiko smiles at Hughie before she continues to play on her keyboard.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I laughed at the story Bethany was telling me as we sat at a table in this diner, eating lunch. “I mean, it was terrible! Made a mess everywhere!” She tells me, recounting the chaos her two year old grandson did at her house. “Sounds like tyrant.” I joked. “Oh he is but…he does have his cute moments and then I love him all over again.” She said and she gives a smile at this and I smile back.

”Must be nice.” I muttered. “Well, you could have that! My granddaughter told me about these dating apps people use nowadays to met people.” Bethany said and I groan and roll my eyes. “Beth, no…” I groaned and Bethany gives me a frown. “Oh, c’mon, you should met someone!” She said and I shake my head. “No.” I said. “Why not?” She asked me.

”I said no, Beth. I just…I’m not interested.” I said and Bethany gives me a sympathetic look. “Ben really did steal your heart, didn’t he?” She asked me and I frown and set my cup of coffee down on the table. Then she reaches over and places a hand over my hand. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s coming up on the anniversary of his death and it’s always hard on you. But I just…I just want you to be happy. See you smile again.” She tells me as she pats my hand.

”It’s more than he stole my heart, he was my other half. And I just feel…empty…” I said then I sighed. “Maybe we could do something for him on the anniversary?” Bethany suggests and I look over at him and give a small smile to her. “That does sound nice. I might look into that and let you know.” I tell her and she smiles at this. “Okay….” She said and I feel this overwhelming sadness taking over me.

”Excuse me.” I said, doing everything in my power not to burst into tears, and then I head to the bathroom and walk over to the sink. I take a deep breath then let it out, slowly, and look at myself in the mirror. And the moment I look at myself in the mirror, I start to cry.

After I cried in the bathroom for a bit, I clean my face then head back out and finish with my lunch with Bethany. She leaves and I sighed and run my fingers over my eyes as I hear someone take Bethany’s seat. “You’re early.” I said, plainly. “Well, would’ve been here sooner but your friend kept sticking around.” A female voice said and I raise my head up to see Queen Maeve sitting across me, wearing civilian clothes instead of her hero gear.

"You okay?" Maeve asked me, her eyes narrowed with concern. I raise an eyebrow at this then nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...didn't have a good night sleep, is all." I said and I pull my bag towards me, dig into it and pull out the file. "Here is all the information I can give you." I said as I hand her the file.

"Whatever it was that killed Soldier Boy. I'm sure it will kill Homelander." I said as Maeve takes the file and opens it to read it. "I’m sure you know the crap Vought put out about his death is bullshit.” I said and Maeve nods. “I had a hunch. But to be sure, you didn’t see anything or how he died, right?” She asked me and I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. All I remember is that I was fighting alongside him then I was knocked out.” I said and Maeve nods as she closes the file and puts it in her own bag.

"Okay, well, I'll give this to Butcher and I'll see what I can do." Maeve said and I nod. "Just tell your friend that I don't want to be bothered by this. I want to be left alone." I said and she nods. "I understand." Maeve said then she stands up, walks up to me and pats my shoulder. "Thank you." She tells me and I smile at her. She smiles back at me then walks out of the diner while I sit there for a moment before I get up and walk out of the building.

Flashback

“Just follow the answers we gave you and everything will be alright.” Miller tells me as we stand in a back room area. We were in this grand ballroom and Vought wanted to introduce me as the new superhero, so they brought me and Adam into a back room to go over basically my script for questions that the press would ask me.

It had been a couple of months since I got powers and during that time they had to test me and see what kind of powers I would develop. It seems I have strength, the ability to move objects without touching them and some sort’ve shielding powers. They even came up with a name for me, Mystic Shade, and a backstory for me because if they told my real backstory that would make them look bad.

Now my story is I was born with these powers and ever since seeing this awful war that is going on with Germany, I wanted to help out anyway I could.

Vought came up with this to not only give the men someone to oggle at but someone the women could look up to and maybe have them want to help in the war as much as they could.

I stand there as I fidget with my fingers and looking down at my outfit, which was inspired by the nursing outfit the women wore and knee-high white boots. The little white tiara that adorn my head was slipping forward and I push it back in place.

”Darling?” Adam asked me and I look over at him as he holds my hand. I scoff and yank my hand out of his. I was still angry with him and we haven’t really talked much, only time we got together was when we went to bed but nothing would happen except just sleeping the night away.

I look over at Miller and nodded and he smiles then walks out of the room. “How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” Adam asked me. “Just because I can’t divorce you, doesn’t mean I’m gonna forgive you either.“ I replied. “You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He tells me and I turn to him, lean into him as I stare him into his eyes. “Watch me.” I challenged just as the door opens and a young woman comes in.

”Mystic Shade? You’re needed out there.” She said and I take a deep breath and follow her out of the room, leaving Adam alone in the room.

I walk up to the stage as Doctor Vought was at the microphone, talking. Then he turns to me and holds his arm out to me. “Now please welcome the new hero, Mystic Shade!” He said and I push back all of my negative emotions and smile and wave as I walk up to him while the crowd applauded.

I go to Dr. Vought and he shakes my hand then kisses both of my cheeks then leads me to the microphone. Once I get to the microphone, Dr Vought said. “Now, Mystic Shade, will be taking questions.”

And a flood of voices saying over here, over here chanted out and Vought points to a random person. “Yes, you there!” He calls out. “How does it feel to be selected to join by Dr. Vought?” A male voice called out. “Um, it is an incredible opportunity here. And I’m very excited to join.” I replied then more raised hands and voices. Dr Vought pointed out to a different man.

“When did you first discover your powers?” The second man asked me. “I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when I found out. I guess I was alway born with them it just didn’t develop until I became a teenager.” I replied. “And what are they? I mean, what can you do?” The man asked. “Well, I’m strong, I can move objects without touching them and I can make shields to protect myself and people around me.” I replied and there was a series of ooh’s and aah’s across the crowd.

Then another round of hands shooting up in the air and Dr Vought points at another hand. "So, are you gonna help out with the war? If so, how does it feel to be the first woman to be out in the field?" The third man asked. "It is something I never would've imagined but I want to help out not just the country but the people who are involved." I said then another man calls out.

"So what's it feel like to achieve everything you hoped for?" He asked and I paused at this. Truth is I didn't achieve anything, this is all a lie. I wanted to scream that out so badly but I couldn't as I stood there frozen. "I-I, uh..." I stammered then Vought comes up to me and places his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sure she feels fantastic. She's being very modest right now. Not being used to this kind of attention can make anyone freeze. So let's give a hand for our new hero!" Vought said and there was applause and I give a small, weak smile.

Minutes later, I walk out on the balcony and took in a deep breath then let it out. Being in that ballroom suffocated me. I lean against the stone railings of the balcony and took in some quick breathes until anger rose in my chest and I slam my fists down on it, making the stone crack. "Whoa-ho, remind me not to make you angry." A male voice said, a bit of a laugh in his tone.

I jumped at this, not expecting anyone out here, and look to my left to see a man, in a army uniform with a long coat, standing some feet away from me. "I'm not in the mood to talk." I grumbled and I look out on the balcony. "I figured. Saw you up on that stage....and well, here..." he said and I look over at him and see him holding a bottle out to me. "You need this more than me."

"Did you steal that from party?" I asked him. "More like borrowing." He said, shrugging, and I chuckled a bit then take the bottle from him. "Thank you." I said and I begin to drink from it. "I'm guessing rough day?" He asked me. “You could say that.” I muttered and I take another drink from the bottle.

“These Vought parties are never what the public thinks they are. The only good things here are the food, the booze…and the pretty women.” He said and he gives me a flirtatious smile. I giggled a little and smile, which I just realized is my first genuine smile I’ve made in months. “I’m flattered but…I’m married.” I tell him and he has a surprised look on his face.

”I don’t believe that.” He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And why is that?” I asked him. “No sane man, especially a husband, would leave you out here on your own.” He said and I laugh a little again. “Maybe, I wanted to be alone.” I said and he shrugs a little. “You may have a point. But, even so, shouldn’t be out here alone. Some stranger could try to chat you up.” He said. “Like you?” I asked him, smiling, and he chuckles.

”Yeah…” he mutters and we share a small laugh then he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Ben.” He introduces and I take his hand. “(Y/n).” I said as we shake hands. “(Y/n), beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said and I give a bashful smile to him. “Thank you.” I said then he kisses the back of my hand and I felt my heart leap in my chest.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not since I married my husband.

“So, you happily married?” He asked me and my smile falters. “Judging by that frown, I’m guessing not.” Ben said and I sighed. “Just…going through a tough time right now.” I said. “That’s why I never married, when the tough times come in, there’s nothing to tie you down.” Ben said and I nod at this. “I’m starting to think that’s a good idea.” I said before I drink from the bottle again.

At that moment, we hear the door open behind us and I look over my shoulder to see it was Adam. “There you are.” Adam said as he comes up to me. Then he looks over at Ben and seems surprised. “Oh, I see you’re talking to your teammate.” He said and I furrow my brow. “Huh?” I said and Adam places an arm around my shoulder. “This is Soldier Boy. Your partner in the war.” Adam tells me and I was surprised by this.

I have heard the name Soldier Boy but I didn’t know what he looked like since I was trapped in that lab for the last few months.

I look over at Ben and he gives me a smile. “Surprise?” He asked me. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for not recognizing you, sir.” I said to him. “It’s fine, just don’t go forgetting my face now.” He said, smiling, and I chuckled. “I most certainly will not.” I said and he nods.

”Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure I’m needed in there.” Ben said as he gestures to the door. And I felt a little sad about him leaving, I was kinda enjoying his company. “You two have a good evening.” Ben said as he walks over to the door. “And you as well.” Adam said then Adam turns to me as I look out on the balcony.

”I see you already starting the night off.” Adam said, gesturing to the bottle of champagne in my hands, but I don’t respond as I look over my shoulder in time to see Ben go to the door. It seemed he sensed me and he looks over his shoulder at me then smiles and gives me a wink before he walks in.

My heart absolutely fluttered at this and I felt my face go red before I look back out on the balcony

Present Day

*3rd Person POV*

"I heard Termite walked. My lead was good. What happened?" Maeve asked, annoyed, as she walks into Butcher's office. Butcher brings up his glass of whiskey up to his lips, stops as he looks at her then shakes his head. "Don't ask." He grumbles and he drinks from his glass.

"Well, we got to talk. I think I have something, thanks to my informant." Maeve said and she hands him a folder. "Informant?" Butcher asked as he takes the file and opens it to see some pages of information and pictures of Soldier Boy. "Soldier Boy. So what?" Butcher said as he looks up at her.

"Remember how he died?" Maeve asked him. "Stopping a nuclear meltdown in Ohio. '83, '84, I think, got buried beneath a reactor. Always thought it was bollocks." Butcher said. "Yeah, you thought right. Read." She tells him and he reads the file.

"What's B.C.L. RED?" He asked. "If you believe the rumors, it's the thing that killed Soldier Boy. My informant said it's some kind of gun or weapon or something. Had to have been a fսcking H-bomb. He was nearly as strong as..." Maeve said as Butcher looks through the file and looks at some pictures.

"If we can find this...weapon or whatever it is, maybe we can use it to blow Homelander's fսcking brains out." Maeve said. "If it is real, not some fսcking fable." Butcher said then he picks up the team-up picture of Payback. "Payback." Butcher mutters before he scoffs. "What a bunch of fսcking wankеrs." He said as he stares at photo. "When The Seven passed them as the number one super team, Crimson Countess sent me a box of cat shit. But not all of them were bad. She was a close friend of Soldier Boy and his ex-girlfriend." Maeve said as she gestures to the photo and points at the red-haired woman in the red outfit who was standing on the right of Soldier Boy.

"And, uh, Gunpowder was his sidekick." She said as she points at the young teen who was standing at Soldier Boy's left. "If anyone knows what happened to him, they do." Maeve said while Butcher noticed Noir in the photo. "Your mate Noir was in Payback. Why don't you ask him?" He asked her and Maeve scoffs. "Even if that walking tumor could talk, it wouldn't be to me." She said and Butcher looks at the photo again and noticed a woman standing on the other side of Gunpowder.

She looked about in her late twenties, her long (h/c) hair was braided and she was wearing a dark blue body-suit and a gold belt and knee high boots, a matching cape on her shoulders.

"Is that...?" Butcher started to ask and Mavee nodded. "Mystic Shade, yeah." She said. "Haven't heard that name in years." Butcher said and Maeve shrugs. "She retired sometime after Soldier Boy's death. She was fucking Soldier Boy." Maeve said as Butcher flips to another photo and this one was of Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade together. They were both smiling and Mystic Shade was hugging Soldier Boy as he had an arm around her waist.

Butcher then looks at Maeve. "Well then, I should be visiting her, not these two knobs." Butcher said but Maeve shakes her head. "No, Mystic Shade is off limits." She said, firmly, and Butcher gives her a curious look. "And why is that, princess?" Butcher asked and Maeve just glares at him.

Suddenly, it clicks with him. "Mystic Shade is your informant, isn't she?" He asked and Maeve averts his gaze and he smiles, knowing he was right. "Fine! Yes, she was the one that gave me this information. But she told me, specifically, that she didn't want to be questioned because this is all she wanted to give." Maeve said and Butcher watches her. "So, please, don't go bothering her." Maeve demanded.

"Well, well, well, didn't know you had such a soft spot for Mystic Shade." Butcher said and Maeve sighs. "We've been in communication for almost a year. Then when she heard about Homelander and all the fucked up things he's done and how I want him gone, she provided this." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look that basically said he knew there was more to it.

"Fine, she was one of the heroes I looked up to when I was a kid, okay! Unlike most of these assholes, she actually cares about people." Maeve said. "Oh, I doubt that." Butcher said. "Doubt it all you want but it's the truth." Maeve said as she digs into her purse and pulls out a little bag. "Here." She said and Butcher takes the bag, unzips it and sees small vials of green liquid.

"What's this?" He asked her. "It's Temp V. One shot makes you a Supe for 24 hours. I mean, they think. It's still in R&D." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look. "Oh, great, so powers, maybe. Maybe my bollocks swell up like footballs. Yeah?" Butcher said, sarcastically. "Payback may be a bunch of fսck holes, but they're strong. And they're dangerous. If you're going against them, you're gonna need it." Maeve warns.

"And what makes you think that me, of all people, would want to turn into one of you?" Butcher asked her as he takes a step closer to her. "This is our best chance to kill Homelander. Don't fսck it up." She said.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I sat at the table of my kitchen, staring at the letter I had received in the mail today. I sighed as I reread this damn letter from an old teammate of mine.

Mystic Shade,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know it has been years since we’ve talked or seen each other but I wanna discuss something with you. I can’t do it over the letter, I want to talk, face to face.

Voughtland is having a in memory of the anniversary of Ben’s death tomorrow and I’m gonna be there as a special guest. I’m hoping you could come and I’ll even tell my agent that you’re coming so you can come backstage for free.

I do hope to see you there.

Crimson Countess

”Shit.” I grumbled as I look at the letter. Countess and I were never really close, so her asking to talk to me is beyond weird. But curiosity did peak my interest so I decided that I’ll go and see what she wants.

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deanwanddamons · 2 years

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Love To Hate You

Summary: Y/N and Soldier Boy hate each other, but can’t resist one another when they meet again after many years apart.

Word Count: 2.2K

Pairings: Soldier Boy x F Supe!Reader.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (female receiving), P in V, loathing, swearing, SB being a dick, violence, drug use.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Soldier Boy. Please be kind. I would love to know your comments.

A/N 2: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. Also, thank you to @waywardbaby for pre reading and your support.

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His strength was phenomenal.

Y/N had no choice but to allow herself to be pushed backwards, until her shoulder blades hit the filthy wall behind her.

With one almighty yank, Soldier Boy ripped her thin T-shirt away from her body, the flimsy pieces being thrown to join the debris strewn on the ground, along with her bra which had also been torn, her breasts bouncing with the force of his actions.

His rough palms cupped her tits, his large hands easily covering them. He squeezed them, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. A satisfied smirk pulled his mouth into a grin.

“I fucking hate you,” Y/N growled, loathing the fact that her nipples were hardening at his touch. On one hand, the man in front of her made feelings of pure abborance rise in her chest, on the other she had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him.

Memories of them screwing against a tree on the battlefield after a particularly bloody fight flooded her mind, the images sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. When she had been approached by the Russians to help capture him, she had of course been reluctant, but the rest of the Payback team had out voted her, so she had gone along with it.

Thanks to her powers, it took thirty years for her to age only one year. During that time, she regretted being part of his downfall, and had never expected to see him again. When he had found her after all these years, demanding answers, she thought she was seeing a ghost.

“Nuh huh, babygirl,” he growled, “you don't hate me. You know what you hate? You hate the fact that you love the way I’m touching you right now.” He fisted his hand in her hair and roughly pulled her head closer to him. He could always read her body so fucking well, since the very beginning when she had been with him.

“You hate how wet you are between your legs, how soaked your panties are and how much you want me to fill up your pussy.”

She jerked her head to get out of his grip and he let her go, chuckling and looking at her under his long lashes.

“Me on the other hand? I hate you,” his voice was low and full of malice, “for betraying me. For siding so easily with everyone who pulled me down, who sold me out. And you need to pay for that. You are going to pay for that.”

His lips crashed into hers. His kiss was hard, his tongue snaking its way into her mouth. She tasted weed and whiskey. She knew she should be disgusted by this, but inexplicably felt wetness seep into her panties.

Bracing her palms against his solid chest, she tried to push him away, but it was no use. She knew she had more strength than she had displayed; being a superhero had its benefits. However, she held back as secretly she had wanted this to happen for months.

He didn’t even stumble. Instead, he pulled away and leaned back slightly, the moonlight streaming in through the cracked windows glinting off his green eyes that were boring into hers. Bringing his hand up to her cheek, he moved away a loose strand of hair with his fingers. She grabbed his wrist and yanked his arm away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed through gritted teeth. She could never really understand how it was possible to loathe his touch and yet at the same time crave it so much. She had accepted the fact that this encounter could not end well for her. After all, Soldier Boy was used to getting his own way and she knew that deep inside he relished how she wanted to put up a fight. And she was going to give him one. At least just for her sense of pride, she'd try.

Bringing her arm up in front of her, she pulled her fist back and punched him in the chest with all her might. This time he did stumble, but only briefly.

She glowered at him, gripped hold of his arm, and spun him around, forcing it up behind him. He sarcastically chuckled as she pressed her knee into his back, and attempted to move him forward. He didn’t budge, his feet planted flat on the ground. Her hatred flowed out of her as she tugged at his hair, wanting to cause him pain. The only thing she could think of doing was to bite a small bit of his exposed skin. So that’s what she did.

“Bitch!” he grunted.

It didn’t hurt him. His skin was impervious but the nerve of her annoyed him. Soldier Boy whipped his body around, and grasped her throat between his fingers, lifting her up and ramming her against the opposite wall. She huffed out a breath as she hit the concrete.

Soldier Boy's mouth suddenly covered hers again, his kiss sloppy and needy, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She yanked her head away, feeling liquid drip down her chin. Brushing the blood away with her thumb, Y/N kicked him in the shin. He frowned, before a smirk graced his features.

“There is no point fighting it, Y/N,” he whispered, “I want this, you want this. May as well admit it.”

Suddenly having no control over her actions, she felt herself nod. He was right. She really wanted to try more, fight more, resist more but her body had betrayed her almost the minute they had met in this abandoned building. She had tried and this is what she kept repeating in her head like a redemption mantra, like an excuse for allowing herself to surrender to him once again.

Soldier Boy dropped down onto his knees, his blunt teeth suddenly clamping down on her pebbled nipple, sucking it in hard. Pain radiated through her, but the feeling caused her underwear to become soaked. She clutched his hair in her fingers attempting to move his head away, but it only made him suck harder.

He let her sensitive nub go with an audible pop, before rising to his full height. His form was intimidating, tall and broad, the front of his supe suit clearly jutting forward, his erection obvious.

He gripped the side of her shorts and along with her panties, shuffled them down her legs, leaving them pooled around one ankle. She was limp, allowing him to strip her completely naked, as though she was in a trance.

He stepped back, his head leaning to one side as he admired her, his hand disappearing into his suit. She realised he was stroking himself when she saw the material begin to move up and down.

“Turn around,” he said through gritted teeth, “and spread those legs for me.”

Y/N’s chest was heaving as she did as he asked. Slowly spinning her body, she rested her palms on the cold concrete, and leaned forward. Closing her eyes, she waited, her arousal warm between her thighs.

She felt his palms spread her legs further apart, his stubble tickling the delicate skin of her thigh deliciously, then a wet tongue licked a strip along her cunt from front to back.

“Hhmm, you taste delicious,” she heard him mumble before she felt his nose nudging against her slit, “and smell divine.” His breath made her shiver as he deeply inhaled her aroma. “So wet for me,” he murmured, dipping a thick finger into her entrance, gathering her slick with the tip, before inserting a second digit. He scissored her open, the stretch stinging slightly causing her to let out a hiss.

She pushed her hips back against his mouth, letting him know that she wanted, no, needed more.

He chuckled. “Like that do you?”

“Fuck yes,” she purred, her voice coming out a croak.

“Good, as I’m going to eat you alive. But you’re not gonna come until I tell you that you can. Got that?” She agreed with a nod of her head.

Soldier Boy bent his fingers at the knuckle, the movement making her yelp, his calloused pads finding that small, spongy area inside her. Her legs began to shake, pure pleasure sending shockwaves down her spine. Replacing his digits with his mouth, he speared his tongue into her entrance, fucking her with it while he flicked her clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, Ben. That’s it. Right there.”

He hummed at the use of his real name, the vibration hitting her core, the coil there extremely close to snapping. He continued to lap into her, before he licked up her slit, slurping against her puckered hole, dipping the tip of his muscle into her tight ring. She bit down on her bottom lip as a hiss escaped her.

Soldier Boy pulled away suddenly leaving her bent over, naked. She glanced at him over her shoulder and noticed he had stepped out of his clothes, his impressive erection bouncing in front of him as he moved, his muscular arms, shoulders and sharp abs on show. He rummaged in the pocket of his suit which was now on the floor, producing a bag of white powder. Y/N went to move from her position, but a sharp slap across her ass cheek halted her movements. A yell of pain fell from her lips.

“Do not move,” he growled.

She acquiesced, resting her forehead against the cool wall in front of her as she waited to see what would happen next. She felt some powder land across the small of her back and her ass. Soldier Boy then leaned down to snort it up, running his tongue across her heated skin to get any excess before he bit down on her ass cheek, making her squeal in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He trailed his mouth up her back until his lips were resting on her shoulder.

Wrapping her hair around his left wrist, he pulled her head back to expose her neck. As his right hand squeezed her throat, she felt his hard cock lining up against her hot sex. He teased her waiting pussy with the tip, rubbing it up and down her folds, causing her to lean over further, opening herself up to him. He slid into her with ease as she was so wet. The stretch of her entrance felt delicious.

“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed.

He wasted no time setting a rough pace, letting go of her hair and throat in order to grip tightly onto her hips. Soldier Boy pounded into her furiously, bending his knees to allow him to grind into her as far as he could. Her legs began to buckle with the force, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs and effortlessly lifted her off the ground. This action opened her up to him even further.

She groaned as his cock disappeared deeper into her, the blunt head hitting her G spot perfectly. Knowing that his strength was plenty to take her weight, she allowed herself to relax into his hold. He lifted her up slightly, then dropped her onto his solid member, and repeated the action, bouncing her up and down, his erection dragging over her walls with each thrust.

A long whimpering moan passed her lips, her eyes closed from the pleasure. Just as the tip was going to slide out, he lowered her down and pushed his hips forward hard.

“Fuck. Soldier Boy. Harder,” she encouraged him, wanting him to ruin her and knowing that he could.

An animalistic growl began to emit from his throat as his thrusts became faster, the frequency of her bounces almost a blur. The familiar feeling of falling off a cliff raged within Y/N as he pistoned her body up and down with ease.

She knew the sound he was making was a precursor to his release. “I’m going to come,” she announced, the coil in her belly tightening to an almost painful degree.

“Fuck Y/N,” he grunted. “Come all over my cock.”

As requested, she let herself go, the ferocious pounding proving too much to handle and with a ragged scream she climaxed, her juices running down his shaft and flowing over his balls. His hands clenched her thighs, the grip no doubt leaving bruises on her skin as she felt him still, and a bestial growl was released into the air as he came deep inside her.

Soldier Boy held her exactly where she was as he pulled out of her and with a gentleness that surprised her, lowered her to the ground. His seed ran down the inside of her thigh, her breathing laboured as she sucked in much needed oxygen. As she turned to face him, she realised he was already dressed, gathering her clothes together.

“Are you going to kill me now?” She questioned.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he grunted, handing over her ruined clothing. “You’re too good a fuck to let go. So you’re off the hook. For now.”

With a wink and a smirk, he walked away, leaving her standing there, naked, clutching the shredded material in her hands.

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soldirboy · 1 month

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me searching for new "his only exception" update by @lila-lou literally every second

#she's the best fic writer #adore her #every single soldier boy fan must read this fic #obsessed

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redqueenphoenix · 4 months

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My latest Hyper fixations...

Well.... I realize now I have a type and that type is: men that would wreck me and I would be alright with that!

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starofhisheart · 1 year

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#personally i prefer homelander #but mostly bc I've read some great fics between them #and not as big of a fan of solider boy as I am of homelander #both terrible options but im curious where ppls minds (and dicks) r at #the boys #homelander #hughie campbell #soldier boy #hughie x homelander #hughie x soldier boy

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tom-whore-dleston · 2 months

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Denial and Devotion

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 880

This fic contains: preludes to smut, implied smut, amnesia, mentions of squirting and fingering, reader was a Soldier Boy fangirl (like me fr xD), toxic celebrity culture?

Summary: You are in denial that you slept with the Supe you used to crush on.

Notes: I'm just a girl that writes Soldier Boy fanfic at 2am knowing damn well I have work at 9am flksdghk this gif replays in my brain every waking moment of the day I literally hate how hot he is >:( This is my weekly contribution to @flashfictionfridayofficial’s prompt no. 241: Hour of Denial

The moment you rose from your slumber, you knew something was wrong. First off, you woke up in a room that you did not recognize. Then, you realized the cotton sheets of the unfamiliar bed clung close to your bare skin as if you had slept in it before.

You attempted to lift yourself out the bed, but your muscles were weak, soreness more prominent in your hips and thighs. As you winced in discomfort, your eyes widened upon the discolored love bites scattered over your body. Your eyes finally glanced to the opposite side of the bed, only to discover the person occupying it was none other than Soldier Boy.

When you were younger, Soldier Boy was your first crush. At the time, he was presumed dead, but your father would tell you stories about how he was one of the greatest superheroes to ever live. Your childhood room was covered in Soldier Boy posters and you had a doll of him that never left the box. As you got older, you conducted more research on the man you worshiped, but eventually learned that he was a monster in a superhero costume. As a result, you ripped the posters to shreds and finessed some cash off the doll in hopes to erase any trace of your Soldier Boy phase.

You stared in disbelief at the same man that lay peacefully asleep. Your mind raced with questions. The only logical answer to all of them was that you were dreaming. To test the theory, you pinched your forearm as hard as you could. After cursing from the pain, you tried another method by poking Soldier Boy in his meaty bicep. Without fluttering his eyes open, he grunted in annoyance and rolled over.

If your head wasn’t already spinning, it definitely was at this very moment. You slithered out of the bed, making sure not to disturb the sleeping man, and frantically searched for your clothes. In a hurried attempt, you shimmied back into your little black dress from the night before. Regardless of whether this was all a dream or not, you silently vowed that you are remaining sober for the rest of the month.

“Where you going so fast, sweetheart?” You turned toward the groggy voice that belonged to Soldier Boy, who was propped up against the bed frame with his muscular torso in view. It felt as if no time had passed since the beginning stages of your devotion to Soldier Boy. Your eyes scanned over his physique with a hunger that only he could satisfy. Heat radiated your body and you stood paralyzed in your unzipped dress, leaving enough uncovered for his imagination to run wild.

As Soldier Boy hopped out of bed, you swiftly turned away as his thick cock unveiled from the thin sheets. He began walking towards you, but you ignored him by fiddling with the zipper on your back. You grew frustrated with the zipper’s defiance the closer the beefy supe inched towards you. His intense stare begged for your attention until he took matters into his own hands by lifting your chin up to his gaze. Your heart pounded against your chest as his green eyes studied your face. Except there was no studying necessary.

“I’m a little embarrassed by this,” you laughed nervously, “but I don’t remember anything from last night.”

Soldier Boy smirked. “Want me to give you a reminder?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary.” You paused. You may not have been as infatuated with the supe as much as you once were, but you didn’t want to come off as rude. “I mean…I’m sure last night was great but I shouldn’t impose-“

“Great? Well if you define squirting on my fingers and cock until you begged me to stop as great then maybe I gotta fuck you harder.”

You were about to let out a moan, but quickly masked it with a sigh. Every part of you wanted to hate him but the ache in between your legs betrayed your voice of reason.

“You can play the ex-fangirl game all you want, but you and I know you never truly get over your first crush.” There wasn’t a more pathetic feeling than regressing back into that naive girl who treated a flawed superhero like a god.

Suddenly, your back hit the wall and Soldier Boy towered over you, his arm the only thing keeping him from pressing you against the wall to grind into your core. His free hand hooked under the strap of your dress, slowly pulling it off your shoulder. As the dress pooled around your feet, he lightly kissed the crook of your neck, electricity coursing your blood as his beard pricked your skin.

His hot breath fanned over your ear. “There’s no need to deny me anymore, sweetheart. I’m here for you to worship and fulfill all your pretty little fantasies.”

Fuck it.

All your common sense flew out the window as you desperately smashed your lips against his. Gripping your wrists, he pinned you against the wall before grinding his semi hard cock against your wet pussy.

Soldier Boy may have been the biggest pain in your ass, literally and figuratively, but he was right about you never fully recovering from your first crush.

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Flannel of Desire

(Dean Winchester X you)

(mentions of intimacy nothing too graphic)

Dean catches you wearing his flannel and likes what he sees 😏

Dean walked into the kitchen of the bunker, his eyes scanning the room for a snack. As he turned the corner, his gaze fell upon you, wearing one of his favorite flannel shirts, sleeves rolled up as you diligently cleaned the countertops. Something inside him stirred, a feeling of attraction that he couldn't ignore.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching you intently, his mind racing with thoughts and desires. The way the shirt hugged your curves, accentuating your every movement, sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't deny the rush of arousal that surged through him, and he knew he had to make a move.

Slowly and deliberately, Dean approached you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Hey there, I see you've found my shirt," he said, his voice low and husky. You looked up, surprise flickering in your eyes.

"Yeah," you replied, a faint blush tinting your cheeks. "I hope you don't mind. It was just lying around, and I couldn't resist."

Dean took a step closer, his body now mere inches away from yours. He reached out, his fingertips gently tracing the fabric of the flannel against your arm, sending tingles of electricity through your skin. "Trust me, I don't mind at all," he whispered, his voice heavy with desire.

The chemistry between you intensified, the air in the room thick with anticipation. Dean's hand moved from your arm to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hypnotic green eyes locked with yours, a mixture of vulnerability and longing shining through.

Without another word, Dean's lips met yours in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within both of you. Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other, the taste and warmth of each other's mouths becoming intoxicating.

Desire surged through your bodies as you stumbled towards the bedroom, leaving the kitchen forgotten and the cleaning abandoned. The intensity between you was undeniable, an electric current drawing you closer with every touch, every caress.

Inside the bedroom, clothes were shed like a trail of breadcrumbs, each discarded garment fueling the excitement. The plaid shirt, once innocent, was now a symbol of provocative desire. The soft fabric slipped off your body, revealing your vulnerability and awakening a raw hunger in Dean.

The room became a canvas of discovery, as your bodies moulded into one, exploring one another with unbridled passion. Skin met skin, creating a symphony of sighs and moans that echoed through the walls. Pleasure surged through every nerve ending, the connection between you reaching new heights with each passing moment.

In that moment of pure intimacy, there was no denying the magnetic pull that had brought you together. Dean, with his rugged charm and smoldering passion, had become an insatiable force in your life. It was a night of unforgettable pleasure, a culmination of desire that left you both breathless, sated, and yearning for more.

The following morning, Dean woke up, stretching his arms reaching out for you, only to realise you had gone. He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of joggers and a hoodie and went in search of you. As he made his way down the halls, he could hear you humming. Yet again he found you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you both, wearing nothing but his flannel. Leaning against the doorframe again he looked you up and down "you know y/n, you keep wearing my shirts, we're never gonna make it out of my room". You placed the wooden spoon on the counter top and turned around slowly to look at Dean "is that a promise Winchester" you replied with a smirk. It took a second for Dean to walk over to you, tugging you close to him and pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss. Pulling away leaving you breathless "oh it most certainly is, I will gladly give you all my shirts to wear" he said with a huge smile, kissing you once more.

In that moment, you knew that his flannel had been the catalyst, bringing you both together in a whirlwind of ecstasy. A reminder that sometimes, unexpected encounters can ignite a fire that burns brighter than anything either of you could have imagined.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 4 months

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When is it Enough?

This fic is a sequel (three-quel?) to To Be His Good Girl and The Breaking Point

Edit: I've removed my SPN kink Event bingo card, because I was reminded that Soldier Boy isn't part of SPN. 🤦‍♀️ The story hasn't changed at all.

Summary: Y/N wants to show Ben that she's sorry for her disobedience, but how far will her guilt take her?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Pretty filthy smut. BDSM. Dom/sub. Dom Ben (Soldier Boy). Sub Reader. Crying Reader. Lots of talk of punishments and discipline. Caning (breasts). Slight Bondage. Intense pain as pleasure dynamics. Oral (m receiving.) Rough Face Fucking (choking, gagging, retching [no vomiting], and loss of oxygen mentioned) Bathtub sex. Unprotected PinV sex. Light Fingering mentioned. Praise!kink. Sir!kink. Aftercare.

Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader

Word Count: 3,925

A/N: Okay, so "To Be His Good Girl" was supposed to be a one and done fic. However, I've had a few requests to carry on the story, and then I found the above bingo card, and I thought it fit into Ben and Y/N's story pretty well. So, I wrote "The Breaking Point" as a sequel and now this last part of the trilogy. Hope you enjoy, and I know this story won't be for everyone, so PLEASE heed the warnings. ❤️

The dividers used here are created by @silkholland

Y/N got up from Ben’s lap and got to her knees on the floor. He came to stand over her and cupped her cheek in his hand. She gazed up at him adoringly and he ran his thumb over her mouth before pushing it past her lips. Y/N swirled her tongue over the tip and then began sucking on it. She sucked hard and it made Ben groan.

“Since you spoke when it was forbidden, kitten, I’m going to find a way to put your mouth to better use.” Ben explained. “If you do a good enough job blowing me then I’ll refrain from further physical punishment for speaking out of turn.”

“Thank you, sir.” Y/N said, eyes shining.

Ben nodded. “Take out my cock, show me what you can do.”

Y/N unzipped him and reached inside his pants. She moaned as she pulled out his length, already semi-hard. She pushed it flat against his stomach and licked all the way up the vein that bulged along the underside of his cock. She let her spit coat him as she took him into her mouth. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she pumped in her fist.

Slowly though, she worked him further and further into her mouth until she could feel him slide down her throat half an inch. She choked and pulled off of him, but quickly went back. She braced herself on his thighs as she tightened her lips around him and began bobbing up and down on his hard length.

She reached up and played with his balls while she bobbed, sucking her cheeks in to create an incredible suction.

Ben pushed his hand into her hair. “Fuck baby, yes. Just like that. So perfect.”

Y/N grabbed onto the praise and worked harder. She moved up and down on him even faster, letting him hit the back of her throat every time. She moaned at the delicious taste of his precum dripping into her mouth. Finally, she took him further down her throat, trying desperately not to gag.

When she went to pull off of him though, Ben held her head in place. “No, push further, just gag, don’t pull away. Take me all the way.”

Y/N nodded, and though her throat spasmed and she gagged over and over, choking around his girth, she let him push her face into his pelvic bone. She didn’t fight him even as her eyes watered and spit dribbled down her chin.

Finally he pulled out of her mouth and she took in raspy breaths, coughing hard.

“You’ve done beautifully, kitten.” Ben told her, tracing her lips with the tip of his cock and spreading precum across her mouth. “Now, I’m gonna use your mouth. I’m gonna fuck your face, and I want you to just drop your jaw and let me use you as I need.”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, sir, use me.” She said, throat aching.

Ben gripped the sides of her head in his big hands, making it absolutely impossible for her to move. He slammed his hips forward over and over, pushing into her throat. Y/N was choking desperately, coughing harshly and gagging around him even while he persisted in fucking further and further down her throat, which then made her gag and choke some more.

But she took it all without complaint, without trying to pull away from him. Ben watched the tears streaming down her cheeks as he stuffed his cock into her esophagus, stretching it and making her throat bulge. He watched her sucking in oxygen through her nose and pressed her face harder against him, so she couldn’t.

He thought she might start panicking soon and push against him to let her go, but instead he felt her go slack. He pulled out quickly, worried for a moment that she’d passed out. But she was still very conscious, gazing up at him, even while she was coughing harshly and making retching noises.

She was simply doing exactly what he told her to do. She was letting him use her as he wanted, use her mouth and throat, fuck her face, even letting him make her pass out if he wanted. She was one hundred percent his, she trusted him completely to take care of her and she wouldn’t deny him anything.

Ben bent over to briefly kiss her lips. He rubbed his thumb over her mouth again, pushing the spit and come that clung to her lips back into her mouth.

“You are perfect, Y/N. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re my good girl. Even when you misbehave and I have to punish you, you’re still my good girl underneath. I won’t question that again.”

Tears gathered in Y/N’s eyes and Ben kissed her forehead. “Thank you, sir. I promise to always obey, and to take my punishments when I don’t.”

Ben chuckled at the oxymoron she’d just promised him. “Okay, baby. Then let’s finish this punishment so we can move on to me spoiling you.”

Y/N nodded as she bit her lip. “Yes, sir.”

Ben pulled her to her feet and then reached around to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. He tweaked her nipples and then tugged on them both, making Y/N gasp with pleasure.

He brought her to the end of the bed and tied her there, ankles and wrists tied to the bedposts. But for her wrists he used a decent length of rope, about two feet. After finishing, he explained why.

“Lean forward, let the rope hold you.” Y/N followed his directions and it left her body at a forward angle.

Ben reached forward and gave a small slap to the side of her dangling breast. “This way, I’ll only hit your tit with the cane, I won’t accidentally hit somewhere else on your torso.”

Y/N understood and tried to ignore the strain on her shoulders, and the way the rope dug into her wrists. Ben moved to the table again, putting away the belt and picking up a long, thin rod. He waved it back and forth a few times, and it made a wicked swishing sound as it cut through the air.

He came back to stand beside her and he smiled warmly at her. “Okay, kitten, this is it.” He tapped the cane lightly against the underside of her breast and even that stung slightly, like little sparks landing on her skin. “This is gonna be extremely painful. I just wanna remind you that you don’t have to take this part of the punishment. I won’t be mad if you want to stop here. You’ve been punished sufficiently for your brattiness this week, given what you were dealing with.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I wanna take it all, everything you planned for me. I deserve it.” Her voice got small. “I threw hot coffee at you.”

Ben scoffed. “Not like you could hurt me with it.”

“That’s not the point.”

Ben sighed. “No, I suppose not.” He stepped back slightly so he had a better angle. “Okay, but this time, I don’t want you to stay quiet. You opened up and told me the truth, so now you’re free to make as much noise as you want. Scream if you want to.” He reached forward to tip her chin up. “Scream about ALL the pain you’re feeling.”

Y/N felt the knot in her stomach tighten. Yes, this was her chance to let it all out.

Ben lifted his arm high, but held back most of his strength as he whipped the cane forward. It hardly made a sound as it connected with the soft flesh of her breasts, but it left an angry red line across the tops of both tits and Y/N cried out loudly.

“One.”

Again the cane swished through the air, landing quietly and drawing another red welt. “Two.” Ben counted as Y/N cried out again. But as she sucked in a breath she caught his eye.

“Please, Sir. I know you’re holding back. Please don’t feel you have to, I can take it.”

Ben shot her a look and her eyes were pleading. “I can take it.” She repeated.

“I know you can, kitten.” He exhaled sharply. “Okay then.”

He raised his arm again and brought the cane down with much more strength and it made a louder snapping sound as it connected with her flesh. Y/N screamed this time and there was an immediate raised white welt across the other two red lines.

“Three.”

Y/N sucked in deep breaths as fire licked across her skin. She saw Ben raise his arm again and started crying before the blow landed. The pain was indescribable, like someone was slicing through her skin with a burning razor.

“Four.”

Every subsequent stroke increased the pain tenfold. By the time Ben delivered the seventh stroke, she was crying so hard she was choking on her sobs. Her skin was criss-crossed with long red, blue, and purple-ish welts and ridged with raised white weals.

“Seven.”

Ben called out and then tossed the cane back onto the table. Y/N was shaking and shivering as he began to untie her wrists. She spoke through shuddery breaths as she shook her head. “Wh-what are y-you doing? I h-h-ave three more.”

Ben didn’t answer until she was completely untied and he had her in his arms. He carried her towards the bathroom. “No, you’re finished, sweetness.” He said softly, when Y/N started to protest, he interrupted her. “Hey, who’s in charge here? Who decides?”

Y/N snuggled further into him, still shaking slightly and taking gulping breaths. “You, sir.” She answered quietly.

Ben took her into the bathroom and laid her down in the massive tub, immediately filling it with warm water, and lavender oil. He stripped off his suit quickly and climbed in behind her so he could pull her back against him. He cupped the warm water and ran it onto her breasts over and over, letting the soft oil and warm water take away the sting and begin to heal her ravaged skin.

Reaching forward, below the surface of the water, Ben began to massage the oily water into the delicate, abused skin of her cunt. After a few minutes he slid one finger into her folds and found her clit. He swirled his finger around the little nub, making Y/N gasp and moan. He brought her orgasm on so slowly, so gently, that when she fell over the edge, she was surprised, and gripped tightly to his hand where it pleasured her.

As she came down, Ben leaned forward and turned her chin so he could kiss her deeply. He made her come three more times as he bathed her, soothing her and filling her with bliss. Then he whispered in her ear.

“I’m so hard for you, baby. Can you take me? If you’re too sore, I’ll just finish myself off later.”

But Y/N shook her head. “No, I’d like to feel you moving inside me.”

Without waiting, Ben lifted her slightly and sank her down onto his cock. Y/N gasped, her cunt was still sore, but she also moaned as he filled her completely. He swirled his fingers against her clit once more, and she came again, just as he groaned out his release.

After their breathing returned to normal, Ben lifted her up and drained the tub before turning on the shower and rinsing them off. Holding her in one arm, he gently cleansed her pussy where his cum leaked out of her.

Finally, he carried her back to their bedroom. He put an extra pillow on her vanity bench and sat her down there so he could dry her briskly before covering her in a thick, plush robe and carrying her to the bed. He fed her fruit and chocolate and made her drink lots of water, as he usually did after a discipline session, but he also made her take two painkillers.

She looked puzzled when he gave them to her. “I don’t usually take pills after punishments.”

“Yeah, well, you took a lot more pain than usual tonight, baby. Just take them, they’ll help.” He told her. She swallowed them without further argument and he tucked her in under the covers. He crawled in behind her, giving her bruised bottom plenty of space.

“Ben?” Y/N asked in a small voice. “Why did you stop?”

He pulled her hair away from her face and kissed across her jaw and then down the side of her neck. “Because,” he spoke against her skin, “you didn’t deserve the cane to begin with. And letting pain cleanse you is one thing, but you’d gone past that. You wanted to hurt because your father made you think you SHOULD hurt. Trust me, I know what it looks like when someone is sabotaging themselves because of pain their fathers left behind.”

Y/N looked over her shoulder at him. “What did your father do?”

Ben laughed without humor. “Oh, that’s too long of a story for tonight, sweetness.” Y/N opened her mouth, but Ben just kissed her. “Another time.” He promised as he broke the kiss. “For now kitten, sleep. And sleep well.”

Y/N sighed, contentment washing over her as Ben held her tighter. “Yes, sir. I will.” Her voice was slightly shy. “Because of you. Thank you, Ben.”

Ben hummed and took her hand in his, smiling. “Anytime. My perfect, good girl.”

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Bad Reputation – Chapter 8

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: +18, strong language (please mind the fandom), flangst, PTSD, drugs, drinking, mentions of death, a bit of crack

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Bottle chapter! We’re stuck in a room together for character development & some bonding! Woooo! 😂

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Y/N can barely concentrate on work as she ruminates in her office in Chinatown. She chews on her pen, squints her eyes at the bright computer screen, and tries to ignore the hollering from the illegal casino next door. But her mind keeps reverting to Ben, the mission, and his revenge plans.

No matter what she tries, it’s hard to deny that she’s caught feelings for the ancient supe. At least she’s willing to admit that she cares about his well-being. Sue her, okay? She cares about people, even evil people with a high death toll. Apparently, her heart doesn’t discriminate.

One thing is sure, though: Y/N doesn’t trust Butcher in the slightest. Knowing the Brit’s goals, she’s aware he probably doesn’t give a shit about Ben. All the guy sees is a convenient weapon to further his own revenge. And once the thorn in the British man’s eye is dead and gone, she knows Soldier Boy becomes useless to him and is just another threat that Butcher needs to exterminate like a cockroach. So, she figures the Boys probably have a contingency plan in place for Ben as well.

See? She is a fucking good lawyer. But what the hell is she supposed to do with that information now? Painfully aware she’s only human, Y/N knows there’s really nothing she can do. She’s completely powerless in a world full of maniacs.

However, there are some things she absolutely can do, which leads her to call her brother for help. Currently, Soldier Boy is a ragingly hot PTSD mess. Y/N spends a lot of time with vets whenever she visits her grandfather at the retirement home. She can’t even count all the stories she’s heard about Vietnam at this point, and from her innumerable chats with the nurses, she knows about all the signs – the nightmares, the blackouts, the paranoia, the flashbacks, the substance abuse. Ben’s like a poster boy of symptoms.

It’s past 10pm when she finally comes home, finding the apartment surprisingly empty for once. Her heart does its weird little sting again as if she’s missing the fucking supe, and Y/N’s sure by now that she needs extensive therapy when all of this is finally over. On top of that, she decides to cook dinner like a goddamn housewife, mostly to distract her mind from Ben’s whereabouts, and switches on the TV as background entertainment.

The distraction doesn’t last, though, because soon enough, the rerun of The Office is interrupted by a breaking news report of a massive catastrophe in Vermont. Her heart drops to the Earth’s inner core and melts into a scorching lump of coal as the images of destruction, devastation, and death flicker across her eyes. It only takes one glimpse for her to know that it’s Soldier Boy’s signature. And then a broadcast of Starlight’s social media feed appears on the screen, the beating muscle in her chest only rebelling harder against its cage.

“I’m in Montpelier, Vermont. Twelve heroes and civilians are dead, a lot more are wounded. Now, Homelander and Vought are going to tell you that it was the Supervillain and that they have it handled. They don’t. It was Soldier Boy.”

“Shit,” Y/N curses under her breath and accidentally cuts her fingertip while preparing vegetables. Putting the pad in her mouth, she sucks on the wound, her tongue meeting tastes of metal as her eyes are fixated on the screen.

“I know I sound insane, but... Soldier Boy doesn’t care about protecting Americans, and he probably never has. Most heroes don't care about you. They only care about their image, and... Homelander is the worst of them. He’s hurt people. He’s done something to Maeve. I don’t know what they’re gonna do to me for telling the truth, but I’m going to keep doing it, and I should’ve done it sooner…”

The front door abruptly swings wide open, heavy footsteps entering the apartment as the supe plants his bowlegs on the hardwood floor, softly closing the door behind him in stark contrast and leaning his shield against the wall. Their eyes meet, and her heart suddenly begins to beat exceptionally faster, the sound hammering in her ears. His stern gaze drifts to the TV screen. His Adam’s apple bobs as his green eyes absorb the same images she’s only witnessed minutes before. One look at his broken demeanor is enough to tell her that he hadn’t planned any of this.

That’s when she shuts off the TV, his confused gaze briefly wandering to her before she bolts into his embrace and wraps her arms around his torso, burying her head in his solid chest. Soon enough, his large palms land on her back and the top of her head, holding her just as tightly. It’s not comfortable, but Y/N supposes his suit is only equipped for combat and not for hugs. She can tell by his reluctance that the supe is as bewildered as she is by her behavior, causing her to awkwardly step back from him and let go of his frame.

“Hey,” she says softly as their eyes find each other.

“Hey,” he gulps, his brow knitting in an attempt to read the situation.

“I-, uh, I made meatloaf for dinner,” she swallows and simultaneously questions her sanity.

His head bobs with carefulness as he replies, “I could eat.”

“Okay, uhm, take a seat. I’ll be right with you,” she tells him and hurries back into the kitchen, mostly to take a deep fucking breath.

As Y/N saunters back into the main living area, the supe has settled down at her meager, barely-a dining table, his eagle eyes watching her from his periphery. Placing a plate of food in front of him, she sits down next to him and grabs the wine bottle. A part of her wants to keep her manners and use the appropriate glass that’s right in front of her. The other part, though, the one that’s freaking out, pulls the cork out and downs the red alcoholic liquid straight from the bottle. While Ben is observing her with a slightly raised brow, he opts not to say anything and instead quietly digs into his food. After his first bite, however, every muscle in his strong body stiffens, his pupils widening as he almost chokes on his meal.

“Is it… good?” she asks warily, already suspecting the answer, and takes a bigger gulp from her wine bottle.

Ben agonizingly swallows his bite down, acting like it costs him all the strength in this world to do so before gripping his temple and banging his fist on the wooden table. “Dear fucking God… It’s worse than what the Reds served me,” he croaks.

Y/N chokes on her sip of wine as she snorts, starting to cough. Clearing her throat with a fist to her chest, she suppresses the laugh and steals a bite from his plate. “Oh, c’mon! I’m sure it’s not so ba–… Oh my God! Why the fuck is it still raw?! And so salty!” She spits the food into the nearest napkin, vigorously shaking her head. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I probably should’ve warned you that I can’t cook for the life of me.”

His chuckle is warm, the sound soothing her anxious heart. “You know you’re supposed to cook meatloaf for a few hours, right?”

“Wha-… hours?! Who the fuck has time for that?” She throws her arms up, puzzled, ridding herself of the gross taste with more wine. “How do you know that, though?”

“My mother used to make them every Sunday before she passed,” Ben shares and clears his throat subtly, a trace of sadness shimmering in his orbs.

“Oh, uhm… well, Sundays are a good day for it. Do you still remember the recipe? Maybe we can try together?” Y/N suggests with a smile, receiving one in return. Determinedly, she rises from her seat, announcing, “How about I’ll order us some Chinese for tonight, though? When’s the last time you had that, huh?”

“It’s been a while,” he nods, smiling. “Do they still have orange chicken?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t they?” Y/N chuckles as she opens the food delivery app on her phone and places an order.

“Well, Hughie said Vought-a-Burger got rid of the Chop Socky Oriental Sauce,” Ben explains and raises his broad shoulders in disbelief.

“Yes, for good reason,” Y/N replies mindlessly, still concentrating on her phone screen.

“Hughie said the same shit, but no one will fucking explain to me why,” the supe grumbles and even seems close to desperation.

“Because it’s racist. Do we really need to have a discussion about racism, too?” Y/N sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose as she meets his bemused stare, “Never mind. I already know the answer. I’ll find you a documentary later… Just maybe as a general rule of thumb, treat people like you wanna be treated, okay?”

“Oh, so you want me to fuck everyone I meet on the street?” Ben smirks cunningly at her, to which Y/N slaps his arm. “Ow!”

“Oh, please,” she rolls her eyes back. “I know that didn’t hurt you.”

“No… But I know it was supposed to.”

“So, what? Are you a European soccer player now? Stop faking it,” she counters, giggling at his silly antics as she turns back to her phone, feeling his green eyes on her.

“Hey, come here for a second, angel.”

Ben doesn’t wait for a response. One strong hand clasps her wrist, swirls her around, and manhandles her swiftly onto his lap, her hands reflexively bracing themselves on his muscular shoulders as she straddles his thighs.

Feverishly claiming her lips, he kisses her deeply, his palms on her asscheeks pulling her against his crotch as his tongue licks into her mouth. The outline of his firm cock already stretches against his tight pants, the pressure on her pussy opening the floodgates, but instead of going further, he draws back from her and sends her a lazy smile. “Sorry. Had to get rid of the taste in my mouth, too.”

Y/N snorts, her cheeks flushing red. “I’m sorry I almost poisoned you, okay? I really tried. Look, I even cut my finger. That’s a real battle wound right there,” she says and proudly shows him the minor injury on her digit. Surprisingly, he even curiously ogles it.

“Christ on a cross,” he huffs under his breath, shaking his head.

Amused, she arches an eyebrow, “What?”

Exhaling a deep breath, he licks his lips and piercingly looks into her eyes, his calloused thumb tenderly caressing the apple of her cheek. “Nothing. Just-… humans are so fucking fragile, especially you.”

Y/N narrows her eyes at him. “Thank you?”

Sighing, Ben lets his head fall back for a second. “It’s not meant as an insult. It’s just-… It is what it is.”

“So, uh, can you even, like… bleed?” There’s a beat of silence between the pair as their eyes connect before Ben casually hauls an army knife from his pocket and cuts into his palm without a single flinch or wince, a few drops of red, sticky blood drizzling onto the table surface as he shows it to her.

“See? Happy now? Still a human.”

Debatable, Y/N thinks but keeps it to herself.

“Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head at her question, “No. At least not this.” Swallowing thickly, she nods in understanding, but Ben apparently feels her hesitance. “This freaks you out, doesn’t it?”

She scoffs his concerns away, lying, “What? No.”

“It’s okay,” Ben smiles softly, his large palms rubbing up and down her thighs in a calming motion. “Freaked me the fuck out, too, in the beginning.”

“So, how does it work? Did they just pick you like a tribute lottery or…?”

“No, uhm, I went to my dad’s golf buddies. They hooked me up,” he explains patiently and seems to even enjoy her line of questioning, hints of intrigue etched into his smile.

“Why would you do this to yourself? What if something went wrong? You could’ve died, right?”

Ben nods and swallows lightly before answering, “Didn’t really care about that part at the time. I guess I just-… wanted to be someone, you know? Do something important with my life, no matter what it cost me.”

Curiously, she tilts her head, “Why?”

Ben wets his lips in a failed attempt to hide his enthralled smile over her interest. “A part of me wanted to make the old man proud, you know? After my mother died, he didn’t really want anything to do with me, just send me away…,” he trails off, the hurt on his face more like a fresh wound and not an ancient scar.

“Hm, yeah… parental pressure is still a thing nowadays,” she shares, nodding.

“Well, your dad seems nice,” Ben notes.

“Oh, he’s the best, but not everyone can be as awesome as my dad,” she grins, and he matches her smile. “Did it work? With your dad?”

Ben’s gaze wanders to their connected laps as he clicks his tongue and quietly breathes, “No.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says and strokes his bearded cheek until he glances up at her. “His loss… and his failure. It’s not that hard to love your own kid. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s the easiest thing in the world, second to breathing air. It’s really all you need to do, you know?”

Ben doesn’t respond. His lip quivers, but she’s not sure if it’s a smile that wants to form or sheer sadness.

“What was the other part, though?”

“Hm, what?”

“You said one part was your father. What was the other one?”

“Oh, uhm…” The supe swallows harshly and averts his gaze for a moment before his green eyes find her again. “I lost someone else, and, uhm, then I just… I don’t know.”

“You wanted to find something meaningful to hold onto, mostly as a distraction from the pain,” she mumbles, more as a realization to herself than an answer to him. “I get that.”

“You do?” Ben stumps a little, blinking at her.

“I do,” she admits softly and bites her lower lip. “You know, since you always think I’m a bad lawyer because I don’t have any money, I’ll have you know that I actually quit my well-paid corporate job six years ago to help people instead of being on the bad side of things. And I’m talking six figures a year, baby. I already had our house picked out in Long Island. It was a nice one.”

Ben dubiously lifts an eyebrow, “Really? What company did you work for?”

“Pharmaceuticals. A bunch of kids died. They didn’t care. Just wanted the lawsuits to go away. I just-… I didn’t wanna be involved in that and shove a few bucks at parents of a dead kid just to make them sign an NDA.”

“You know you’re fighting a losing battle, though, right?”

“I know,” she admits and shrugs, “But I still wanna fight it.”

His head bobs, lips pursing, “Alright. I can respect that.”

Doubtfully, she lifts an eyebrow, “Really? You?”

“Yeah, kinda admire it, actually,” he gives her a small smile. “So, Long Island, huh?”

“What? It’s got good schools,” she defends upon his judgmentally raised eyebrow.

“So you wanted kids?”

“Uhm… I guess I wanted kids with the right guy, you know?” she replies suspiciously. Is he playing 20 Questions with her? “Before you got here, I was actually considering getting a shelter cat, but now I know that I’m not ready for this much responsibility at the moment. I mean, I can barely take care of myself.”

“That’s true,” he agrees cheekily, earning him a playfully sharp look from her.

“So, where did you meet her? The girl you lost?” Y/N changes the subject, her curiosity unhinged. But Ben is an open book for now, and she can’t resist devouring every page of him there is.

“How do you know it’s a girl?”

Lightheartedly, she rolls her eyes, “C’mon, it’s always a girl. Don’t disappoint me now. Give me a story.”

Chuckling, he contemplates, “Alright, let’s see… It was a long fucking time ago, you know?”

“Like prehistoric?”

Clicking his tongue, he laughs lightly, “I think that wine is getting to your pretty head, angel.” The supe then inhales deeply and exhales a long sigh, “Uhm, apple picking.”

Y/N’s brows quirk together, “Apple picking?”

“Yeah, our boarding school had an orchard. She was on a ladder and fell, so I caught her,” Ben shares his romantic tale with a simple shrug.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… back up,” she blinks at him in confusion. “You went to boarding school? So that whole story about you growing up poor…?”

“Poor boy with a heart of gold? Oh yeah, that’s all bullshit,” he snorts, laughing. She purses her lips and squeezes her eyes shut for a beat, shaking her head in disbelief. “Wait… That was the only thing you liked about me, wasn’t it?”

“Nooo… But it was one of the things I liked,” she admits and takes another sip of wine. “God, I knew I should’ve listened to my gut. The moment I met you, you were giving me some intense frat boy vibes.”

That’s when Ben bursts into loud laughter, his whole body shaking as he buries his head in her chest. The food then arrives, the two of them moving the conversation to the couch. Y/N turns on Breaking Bad because, obviously, Ben’s never seen it before, which is mind-blowing. Everything about him truly is.

Halfway through their boxes of orange chicken and a few spring rolls, Ben steers the lively conversation about TV shows of recent decades back to earlier topics. “So, what happened to all that money you made? You gotta have something saved, right?”

“Nope, donated it all,” she replies casually and stuffs her mouth with more chicken.

“I’m sorry, what?! That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Ben scoffs, shaking his head as his eyebrows draw together. “You know what? I take it back. You’re not a loser. You’re just fucking bad with money… which isn’t uncommon for women,” he mutters his last little insult.

“Wha-… Don’t make me hit you again,” she chides only half-serious, pointing a warning finger at him.

Instead of a clever retort, however, Ben grabs that same finger and pulls it closer to his face, his eyes focusing on the small bandaid that covers her cut before he unceremoniously lets it drop again. “How’s the ankle?”

“Fine. Jake came by and gave me some meds. The wine helps, too,” she sasses and takes another sip, hiding her grin behind the glass.

Ben nods thoughtfully, picking at the food with his chopsticks, “You know, I probably could get my hands on some Compound V.”

Warily, her eyes narrow, the feeling that’s spreading in her belly of an eerie nature. “What for?”

“You,” he says without missing a beat.

“Fuck no! I’m not Bella, and this isn’t Twilight. I don’t wanna be a fucking vampire,” she strongly protests his suggestion.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

She groans loudly, “Ugh, I don’t wanna be like you.”

“But–”

“No!”

Ben lets out a deep breath, probably as frustrated as her. Licking his lips, he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Homelander was there today,” he quietly informs her then.

“Yeah? How did that go?” More wine. Honestly, there’s not enough booze on this planet for this conversation, though.

Ben forgoes answering her question and chooses to throw a confession at her as their gazes lock, “Y/N, I know about your Ben. I found the box in your closet. Butcher told me the rest.”

Great…

“So?” She brushes him off, shrugging in feigned carelessness, and busies herself with her food while she marinates on the best method to murder that British asshole.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?”

“Because I don’t have to,” she snaps defensively. “Why do you have to snoop through my shit all the time? It’s none of your fucking business.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he ponders his next move like a chess match between them. “What was he like? Your Ben? I’m curious. Just… please. Pretty please?”

Y/N lets out a long, frustrated sigh, swallows her apprehension, and starts her trip down memory lane. She then tells him how her Ben was honest, how his voice would actually go up a whole octave every time he tried to lie – like that time he planned a surprise graduation party for her and sounded like a schoolgirl during the whole car ride to the restaurant. She tells him about his kindness, how he always stopped on the street to help when he spotted someone with moving boxes, an old person at a crosswalk, or women with heavy grocery bags, even once bringing home a pigeon with a broken wing, which stayed in the apartment for three months till he had nursed it back to health. There’s a proud smile on her face when she tells him how smart her Ben was, always knowing everything about everything and constantly winning trivia nights and having his nose buried in a book.

“Sounds like a nice guy,” the supe comments pensively, licking his lips. “Why don’t you want me to kill that asshole? Butcher says you do.”

Y/N scoffs, rolling her eyes, “Of course that dick would claim that.”

“So, it’s not true? Or is it true, and you just don’t wanna be a bad person?” She gapes at him for a moment, her heart skipping a few beats. Fuck, that little weasel is good at manipulating. “You know, if that Homelander guy is as bad as you, Butcher, and the kid say he is, he’s gonna kill more people. So, really, your nobility is only ending more innocent lives.”

She squints her eyes at him, a knowing smile shaping on her lips, “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

“Well, yes,” he smirks cockily, showing his shiny teeth.

“Alright, well, I think if you could beat him, he would’ve already died today,” she counters just as cleverly. This has never been a simple date conversation – it’s always been a cross-examination from the start. Needless to say, she’s treating the witness as hostile.

Ben purses his lips and averts his freckled face, choosing not to reply again, which is simultaneously the loudest answer he could give.

“Look, even if you could kill him, and you wouldn’t risk your life like a fucking moron… I could and would never ask that of you,” she confesses and finally meets his green eyes as he dares to look at her again.

“It’s okay, angel,” Ben nods reassuringly. “You don’t have to ask. That’s what I’m here for.”

To say she feels torn would be the understatement of the century, but she supposes he has a point. Nothing will stop Homelander unless someone stops him. So, the only question that remains is: does she care if Soldier Boy dies or not?

“What happened today? Did you really do all of this?” Y/N is finally brave enough to ask the question that’s been on the forefront of her mind and on the tip of her tongue since he set foot inside this apartment a few hours ago.

“I think so,” he says after a heartbeat of tense silence.

Lifting an eyebrow, she inquires further, “You don’t know for sure?”

“I know it was me,” he responds slowly, avoiding her eyes at all costs as he stares at the shaggy rug under the coffee table. “But I don’t remember it.”

“What triggered it?” Her witness seems to cooperate until he doesn’t.

“Fucking nothin’, alright?”

“Ben, denying it isn’t gonna make it magically disappear, you know?” With a deep sigh, she grabs her purse and fishes out a pill bottle, shaking it in her hand before tossing it to him. “I think you should take these.”

Ben instantly reads the label, his head snapping to her, mouth ready to provide a defense, “I don’t fucking–”

Y/N cuts him off, “Just stop, okay? I don’t care if you have PTSD or don’t. It doesn’t change anything for me… But not dealing with this issue is not gonna help you and will only make you weaker. Not to mention, what if I get hurt? Ever thought about that?” She waits for a calculated beat and only continues when she sees him swallow, his Adam’s apple trembling in his throat. “So, you can either keep pretending you’re completely and totally aces and continue to suffer through a painfully long existence all alone, or you could take one tiny pill, get fucking rid of it for good, and actually be in control of yourself like a real man. Your choice.”

Y/N has thoroughly prepared her closing argument all afternoon. Can you tell?

A moment passes between them as the defendant contemplates his options before he returns with a verdict. “Alright,” he grunts and grimly pops a pill. “This is not a fucking admission, though. I wanna make that clear. I’m just experimenting if I can get fucking high from these, okay?”

Y/N raises her palms in surrender and assures him with an inner smile, “Oh, totally. Wouldn’t have thought anything else. It’s very clear.”

There’s a long pause before Ben quietly mutters, “Thanks.” It’s barely audible, but she knows he still wanted her to hear it. “You know, I only suggested the fucking V thing because I don’t want you to get fucking hurt… especially after today.”

“Yeah, I gathered,” she smiles cheekily. He’s honestly cute when he thinks he’s not transparent as fuck.

“They’re all fucking coming after me,” Ben grumbles, and she’s not quite sure if it isn’t just his paranoia talking, but she supposes there’s an ounce of truth in his words. Judging by Annie’s national broadcast, people are at least aware of Soldier Boy now. It’s just a matter of time until his enemies locate him in Greenwich Village. “I wouldn’t even give you the shitty stuff Butcher and Hughie are using, y’know? I’d ask around my old contacts. Get you the good OG shit.”

“I think it’s safe to assume all your old contacts are dead,” she retorts and then furrows her brow suspiciously, “What do you mean by ‘the shitty stuff Butcher and Hughie are using’?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” he beams giddily. “They’re shooting some green shit or whatever. Man, the kid’s powers are fucking hilarious. He’s–”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t care about that part,” she interrupts him and steers him back, “They’re using Temp V? You sure?”

“Yup,” Ben replies promptly and coolly pops a spring roll into his mouth.

“Man, these fucking idiots! I have three wrongful death lawsuits of test subjects’ families on my hands because of that shit,” Y/N huffs, greatly irritated.

“Well, idiotic of them but fucking useful to me,” the supe grins cunningly while she sighs defeatedly in return.

As Y/N mentioned once before, she’s fucking powerless in a world full of maniacs.

Chapter 9

Oh, I’m gonna make you fall so hard for this guy, you won’t even know it’s Soldier Boy who hit you over the head... 😝🖤

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

Chapter 2: The Only Man In The Sky

Chapter 1/ Next Chapter

"You sure you wanna go see her?" Bethany asked me after I called her on the phone the next day. "Not really but...it must be important if she's contacting me." I said. "I'm not sure if I like it." Bethany said and I giggled. "I'll be okay, Mom." I laughed, sarcastically. "Hey, I know you can handle yourself but...I still worry." Bethany said. "I appreciate it." I said as I pace along the living room.

*3rd Person POV*

M.M. hears a knocking at his door and he goes to answer it. He opens it and sees Butcher standing there, his hands behind his back, and he lets out a sigh. “All right, mate?” Butcher asked him and Janine, M.M.’s daughter comes up next to her father. “Bloody hell, Janine. You shot up. You remember your Uncle Billy, don't you?” He asked and the girl stares at him before nodding, slightly.

”Here. I got this for you.” Butcher said as he pulls out a box of a Lego set of Vought tower. “You and your dad can build it together. 523 pieces of family fun.” Butcher said and M.M. glares at him.

Later, Janine starts on working on the Lego set while Butcher and M.M. talk. “Okay, one, you don't just pop up here. You call first. And, two, eff Soldier Boy. I don't give a mothereffin' doo-doo how he checked out.” M.M. argued. “Ah, bollocks. He didn't die like no hero. I'll wager he went out on his knees, begging like a right cսոt.” Butcher said. “What the f...” M.M. grumbles then he exhales a she gesture to his daughter, who heard them. “Sorry, love.” Butcher tells her then he continues to talk, quietly.

”Look, if there's a weapon out there that killed Soldier Boy, then it can kill Homelander. And that's got to be worth something. Now, we're working our way through his old team. Frenchie and Kimiko are starting with the Crimson Countess, and I'm gonna hit up Gunpowder and Mystic Shade.” Butcher said. “Sounds like you got everything covered.” M.M. said. “This ain't just anyone. It's Soldier Boy. You could close the book on him once and for all. For your dad. Your family.” Butcher said.

”Fuck off with that shit.” M.M. growls then he starts to breath, heavily, before he continues. “My father died hunched over a desk, obsessing over a dead man, while he was ignoring his two living children. And I almost did the same thing to her.” M.M. said as he gestures to his daughter and Butcher looks over at her then back at his old friend.

”Thanks for coming by.” M.M. said and Butcher sighs. “You're doing a bang-up job with her, mate.” Butcher said and he goes to leave but then M.M. sighs. “Butcher, hold on a second. I might have one thing.” He said then he goes to his room and into his closet and pulls out a file that his father had on Soldier Boy.

Meanwhile, (y/n) and Bethany enter Voughtland and see all the kids running around, laughing and screaming, as their parents try to keep up with them or buy them the overpriced food and merchandise. “It’s crazy here.” Bethany said as her and (y/n), who was wearing jeans and a hoodie with the hood up, walk along the park. “Yeah, Vought has gone more chaotic with The Seven than they did with Payback.” (Y/n) mutters as they walk.

“You jealous?” Bethany asked her and (y/n) scoffs. “Fuck no.” She said and Bethany laughs as they go to the theater, where there was a poster that advertised the showing of Soldier Boy’s life. (Y/n) stops and stares at it as a memory pops up in her head.

Flashback

*(y/n)’s POV*

It had been months since Ben and I were sent overseas with the army to help out what we could. But we also did some film and photography for Vought as they brought a filmmaker and a photographer to get us to recreate certain moments of the war. And in between those moments or fights, Ben and I got to know each other a bit better. He was a bit cocky and full of himself and a bit rude but…he had this charm about him that I was attracted to.

And now the war was finally over and all the surviving troops were celebrating as was everyone around the world. Ben and I were sitting at the busy bar as the troops were cheering, laughing, singing and talking loudly as they all drink copious amount of beer.

I smiled at the scene, feeling relieved that this mess was all behind us. But I was also feeling dread as that meant I had to go back to my bastard of a husband. “You good?” Ben’s voice asked and I shake myself out of my thoughts and look over at him. “Yeah…just…” I laugh a bit softly. “Just still surprised that it is over.”

“You don’t sound very thrilled about it.” Ben points out. “No, I’m happy it’s over. I just…” I then trail off. “You don’t want to go back home?” Ben asked me and I sighed. “Is it that obvious?” I asked him. “Yeah…” he said and I turn my head to look at him. “You know, we’ve been getting to know each other these last few months and you still haven’t told me about…Adam, was it?” Ben asked and I sighed as I take another long sip of my beer.

”Well, I’m sure you know my backstory is a load of garbage. I wasn’t born with these powers…they were forced upon me.” I explained as Ben listens to me. “My darling husband…” I sneered before I continued. “…he faked a doctor’s appointment for me when really it was for me to get a shot of Compound V and get these powers.”

Ben’s eyes widen at this then it furrows in anger. “He what?” He asked me and I scoff out a small laugh at this. “Yeah, right ol’ bastard. I wanted to divorce him when I found out but…” I stopped then take another drink. “He basically told me I couldn’t do that, be it would ruin my career before it even began.” I added and Ben did look angry after I explained.

”That son of a bitch. I should go have a word with him when we get back.” Ben said and I place a hand on his arm. “No, don’t.” I plead to him. “Why?” He asked me. “I’ve seen what happens when you have a word with people. It would just make everything worse. Besides, I don’t want to put you in any trouble.” I said and Ben raise an eyebrow at me.

“Look, let’s just enjoy this night and not worry about my failing marriage.” I said and he gives me this look then sighs. “Fine.” He mutters as he takes a sip of his beer. The rest of the night went uneventful as we enjoyed the party until it was time to get ready to head back home.

But once we got home and saw the press just swarming the airport to mainly get to me and Ben, Ben did something I was not expecting. Once we got off the plane, we waved at the press as they took many pictures and the people from the news report came out to film us. Then Ben turns to me, takes my chin to make me look at him then kissed me right there in front of God and everyone.

I hear the crowd go absolutely crazy but I was too stunned and shocked at what just happened and what is happening. And the terrible thing is I didn’t want it to end, this was honestly the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life. And even though there was a part of my mind that was screaming at me to tell Ben to stop, to push him away, I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

So, I kissed him back and I could tell that is what he wanted me to do as I feel his lips curl up into a smile as we continued to kiss. Moments later, we break the kiss and I felt breathless once his lips were away from mine and I raise my eyes to look at him and he gives me that damn flirty grin I’ve come to like so much.

”Maybe that’ll help with your little problem.” He mutters to me before he winks then turns to the crowd as he puts an arm around my shoulders and waves at them. I stood there and I’m sure I just looked mystified and confused because my mind was running for miles as I realized what he just did.

And I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“What the hell is this?!” Adam asked me as he holds up the paper the next morning. “What’s what?” I asked him. I was sitting at the table in the little kitchen area of my room at Vought Tower and Adam just came in after going out to get the paper. He slams the paper down on the table in front of me and the first thing I saw was a photo of me and Ben kissing. And the title reading: America’s Newest Sweethearts?

”How long?” Adam asked me, angrily. “How long what?” I asked him. “Don’t play dumb! Now, tell me the truth, how long have you been fucking him behind my back?!” Adam asked me and I stare at him, stunned. “Are you crazy?! I mean, is that what you actually think of me?!” I asked him then he slams his hands on the table again.

”I’ve seen the way you look at him! And I know you’re still angry with me for what I did but I never thought you’d go this low!” He yells. “Because I wouldn’t! That kiss was something Ben came up all on his own. I didn’t expect it!” I argued. “And yet, from what I heard, you didn’t reject it!” Adam shouted and I glared at him.

“It’s just a publicity stunt! To make the people go crazy, okay! It’s for the money, get over it!” I spat at him and he looks at me surprised. “Are you serious?” He asked me. “What? I thought this was what you wanted. Me being a Supe to make money for us. You know how Vought works. They’ll do anything to gain the public’s approval.” I sneered and he huffs at me.

Then he turns and starts to walk out. “Where the hell you going?” I asked him. “Out.” Adam growls as he slams the door and I scoff.

*3rd Person POV*

Ben was walking towards his room in Vought Tower, seething with anger. He had just been to see his father and showed off him being the hero. But he didn’t get the hero’s welcome he expected from his father. His father told him he wasn’t a real man, that he took a shortcut and told him he was a disappointment, probably one of the worst things a father could say to their child.

He heard a door slam but he ignored it as he makes it to the door of his room. He goes to unlock the door when he heard stomping footsteps then a voice calls out to him, in an angry tone. “You!” The voice said and Ben shuts his eyes for a moment, really not in the mood to deal with anyone.

”Look, Buddy…” Ben started to say as he looks over and sees it is Adam that is coming towards him. Adam then grabs him by the collar of his shirt then slams him up against the wall. “You son of a bitch! You think you can take her away from me!” Adam shouts at Ben. “I’m only gonna say this once, cocksucker. If you still want your teeth, then I suggest you let go and back away from me.” Ben threatens, in a low calm voice.

But Adam wasn’t having it. “What gives you the right to kiss (y/n) when you know she’s my wife?!” Adam asked him. “You could have any woman you want, but you go and kiss her! You can’t have (y/n), she’s mine!”

“You know what I think? I think a piece of shit like you doesn’t deserve a woman like (y/n)!” Ben growls as the sound of a door opening was heard. “And you do?!” Adam asked as hurried footsteps come up and Ben grabs Adam’s hands and shoves him towards the other side of the hall.

”Boys, stop!” (Y/n)’s voice shrieks as she gets in between the boys. Ben was about to walk towards Adam, who continued to glare at him, but (y/n) turns to Ben. “Ben, Ben, Ben….hey, hey, look at me…look at me…” she said as Ben death stared at Adam but then he looks over at (y/n).

For some weird reason, just looking at her calmed him down a little as she places her hands on his shoulder. “Ben? Since when were you two on a first name basis?” Adam asked (y/n), upset, and she turns to face him. “What does that matter? Just be grateful I’m not letting him beat you to a pulp right now!” She exclaims as she glares at her husband. The two stare at each other for a few silence moments before Adam sighs.

”You know what, (y/n)? You’re gonna get your wish.” Adam said then he walks off and (y/n) lets out a sigh before she turns to Ben, who is about to enter his room. “Ben, I am so sorry…” she started to say but Ben shakes his head. “I’m not trying to be an asshole but I really don’t want to talk right now, (y/n).” Ben grumbles and he enters his room and shuts the door.

(y/n) frowns at this as her heart felt broken then she makes her way back to her room. She shuts the door and started to burst into tears, letting out the emotions she didn’t know she was holding in. She wipes her eyes then looks over at the cabinet that held some bourbon.

She normally doesn’t drink a lot but the whole bottle of bourbon was sounding good right now. So she goes to the cabinet, grabs the bottle and begins to drink from it.

Present Day

(Y/n) continued to stare at the poster until Bethany comes up to her and places a hand on her arm. “(Y/n)?” She said and (y/n) pulls out of her thoughts and looks over at her friend. “You ready?” She asked and (y/n) sighs. “Not really…but let’s do it.” She said and they head inside the theater as does Frenchie and Kimiko.

They get inside and take a seat and Bethany pats her friend’s shoulder. “You sure you’re gonna be okay seeing this?” She asked (y/n). “I think so.” (Y/n) mutters, unsure. The lights start to dim and the screen comes on as it starts to play the film.

"Soldier Boy grew up in the birthplace of American liberty. Born poor on the mean streets of South Philadelphia, he learned the values of hard work, tenacity and bravery. He used those values to prove America's exceptionalism to the world." The narrator of the film said as it shows various pictures of Soldier Boy's life. Then it shows a clip of Soldier Boy in the trenches with the American soldiers.

"Okay, boys, let's give these Krauts some hell." Soldier Boy said and he leads the men on out into the battlefield. (Y/n) bites her lips as she remembers those days. "He and his partner, Mystic Shade, defended us against the encroaching Red Menace." The narrator said as it goes to another clip and shows Soldier Boy and (y/n) in the Congress, which takes (y/n) by surprise as she sees herself sitting next to Soldier Boy. "Congress, we have a list right here of avowed Communists." He said as he holds up a file.

"He helped guide America into a brighter future, and along the way, he found the love of a good woman..." the narrator said as it shows Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade, their arms around each other and a smile on their faces. (Y/n) lets out a heavy sigh and Bethany turns to her and places an arm around her. She gives her a concerned look but (y/n) nods, assuredly.

"...which made his sacrifice all the more noble, when he gave his life saving us from a nuclear holocaust." The narrator said as it shows a melted down nuclear power plant. Then the screen goes black. "Please join us in saluting Soldier Boy." The narrator said and there was scattered applause.

Then a spotlight comes on and the screen slides up to reveal Crimson Countess walk out onto the stage and begins to sing. “Fuckin’ hell.” (Y/n) grumbles, annoyed.

When the night was dark

And the dawn was cold

From sea to shining sea and mountains' majesty

He did it all For the red, white and the bold

'Cause he's America's son

As she sings, she brings her hands together and uses her power to shootout the red ball of energy she makes. It goes flying over head and the ball of energy explodes and engulfs the room in red light as Countess continues to sing.

A shining beacon of freedom

He's America's son

After the show, Countess was in her dressing room and was crushing up some pills as the door opens. "At your request, Countess." The voice of her manager said and Countess looks up at her mirror and sees the familiar face of her old partner. "Well, well, well, never thought I'd see you here, Misty." Countess said with a smile as (y/n) pulls back her hoodie.

"I mean, you're basically a recluse. Some people even think you're dead." Countess taunts as (y/n) glares at her. "What do you want, Crimson?" She asked as she folds her arms across her chest. Countess turns in her seat to look at her. "Can't I say hi to an old friend?" Countess asked. "You and I are nowhere near close enough to be considered friends." (Y/n) sneered and Countess gives a fake offended look.

"Oh, my dear, Misty...." Countess said, dramatically, and (y/n) rolled her eyes at this. She always hated it when Countess called her this name, it irritated her to no end which she figured that's why Countess does that. "Are you still mad that Ben and I dated?" Countess asked her. "I don't know...you mad that he dumped you to get back together with me?" (Y/n) asked, snarky, and Countess drops the act.

"No, actually. I really don't give a fuck." Countess said as she goes back to her table then starts to inhale some of the crushed up pills she made. "But I will say one good thing about him, he was great in the sack." Countess said and (y/n) rolls her eyes.

"Why the hell am I here, Countess?" (Y/n) asked and Countess turns to her. "Well, seems like that whole Girls Get It Done shit has been a big deal lately. And I figured maybe get us girls back together from the old team." Crimson said and (y/n) glares at her.

"You know, you, me and Tessa. We could show those bitches in The Seven who the real female heroes are." Crimson said and (y/n) shakes her head. "Not just no but fuck no!" (Y/n) said and Crimson was taken aback. "Well, why not? I mean, clearly you're not doing anything! Tessa and Thomas are apparently gonna host Herogasm here in a few days and of course I've had a music career." Crimson said. "And I like it that way. I got out of Payback for a reason, Countess!" (Y/n) shouts.

"Yeah because you were becoming a washed up Supe and Ben isn't around to fuck you senseless like the dirty whore you really are!" Crimson accused and (y/n) snaps as she waves her hand and Crimson goes flying back and hits the wall, hard. (Y/n) starts to breath heavily as she glares daggers at her old partner until she looks down at her hand, which was shaking.

"You can never even begin to THINK what I've been through the last forty years!" (Y/n) growls as she glares at Crimson, who gets up. "Oh boo-hoo, you're boyfriend died and now you live all alone in some farmhouse in Kansas. Get the fuck over yourself, Misty." Crimson sneers. "Fuck you!" (Y/n) spat and the two women continue to glare at each other before (y/n) turns and heads for the door.

"Go fuck a chimp, Crimson." (Y/n) spat and she slams the door behind her, puts her hood up and walks out of the room and down the hall, passing by Frenchie and Kimiko as they get ready for their visit with Crimson Countess.

After dusting herself off of the confrontation, Countess goes to sit by her dressing table and gathers up more pills and crushes them. "Next!" Countess shouts as she goes to snort up the crushed up drugs and exhales as the door opens, Kimiko and Frenchie enter her room. "You seem a little old for the Countess Tea Package." Countess said once she looks up and notices them. "We're young at heart." Frenchie said as Kimiko comes up to Countess and holds up her phone to show her what she typed.

I like your music

"Oh, sweetie. Can't you talk?" Countess asked Kimiko after she read her message. Kimiko shakes her head, shyly, and Countess smiles at her. "Would you like to hear something new?" She asked her and Kimiko nods. "Okay." Countess said and she leads Kimiko to her laptop to bring up a music video while Frenchie is looking around the room.

Chimps don't cry

No, chimps

Don't cry...

"You know that chimps are physically incapable of crying? But that doesn't mean they're not crying on the inside." Countess said, dramatically, and she goes to look at the video while Kimiko turns to Frenchie and begins to sign language to him.

She's nice.

She's nuts!

No, she's not.

Let's get it over with!

Fine.

Kimiko then turns to Countess and grabs her. "Wh-What are you..." Countess shouts when Kimiko slams her up against the wall. "Wh-What are you...Ow!" Countess screams as Kimiko hits her. "Don't let her hands touch!" Frenchie shouts and Kimiko separates Countess' hands. "Ow! Let go of me, you bitch." Countess shouts as Frenchie comes up next to her while Kimiko holds her up against the wall.

"No fireball if your hands don't touch, oui? You stay quiet and relax. She will hurt you." Frenchie tells her. "What do you want?" Countess asked him. "We want to know about Soldier Boy." Frenchie said. "What the fսck do you care about Soldier Boy?" Countess asked, confused. "We want the truth about Soldier Boy, not the merde you've been giving us in your appalling show. How did he die? Who killed him? Talk." Frenchie demands.

"The show is the truth, mοthеrfսckеr." Countess said as there was another knock and the door opens as a kid and her parents come in. "He died a hero." Countess tells them just as they hear the family coming in.

Seizing the opportunity, Countess knocks Kimiko off of her then runs out of the room. Frenchie and Kimiko then chase after her as she runs out of the building and out into the park.

Countess shoves people out of the way then turns around to see Frenchie and Kimiko still gaining up on her. She stops, brings her hands together and shoots her fireball at the duo but they duck and the fireball hits the man in the Homelander costume, making blood and guts explode everywhere.

People and children began to scream but with some of the people near the mascot were protected by a force field. Frenchie and Kimiko jumped back at this as kids and adults scream, cry and run as does Countess.

Frenchie turns around and sees the white hoodie woman again, her arms were stuck out in front of her. They share a look before the woman lowers her arms and runs the opposite direction and it suddenly clicked with him who she was. "Putain de merde! That was Mystic Shade!" Frenchie said as Kimiko looks in time to see the woman run then signs at him.

Should we go after her?

"Butcher said he was gonna deal with her." Frenchie said as he takes her arm and Kimiko looks around to see a few kids still looking frighten and distraught at the man in the Homelander mascot costume, or what was left of him, before she and Frenchie leave the park.

*(y/n)’s POV*

Bethany pulls up to my house as I sigh. “You okay?” She asked me, for what had to be the hundredth time. “Yes, I’m fine. Just…wasn’t expecting any of that.” I said. “It looked like she was attacking those two people. Did you see them?” Bethany asked me and I nod.

“But I don’t know why. That’s what’s bugging me.” I said as I think. “Well, I’ll talk to you later.” I said as I get out of her car. “Okay…” Bethany said as I shut her car door and head into my house.

I entered the house and give a sigh of relief before I head to the kitchen. “You have a lovely house.” A male voice, with a cockney accent, greets and I jumped a bit to see a man with black hair, a beard, jeans, black shirt and a long black leather jacket, sitting at my kitchen table.

”Who the hell are you?” I asked him, angrily. “Billy Butcher, love.” He introduces as he nods to me and I realized this is the man that Maeve told me she was working with on capturing out of control Supes. “I just thought I’d pop by and ask you a few questions.” Butcher asked me as I go over to my liquor cabinet and take out a bottle of whiskey.

”I thought I told Maeve that I didn’t want to be bothered.” I said with a growl as I grab a couple of glasses. “She did tell me that but…I thought different.” Butcher tells me and I glare over at him. “So, from what I understand, you and Soldier Boy were close, right?” Butcher asked me and I begin to pour a glass of whiskey. “Okay, to save you time, yes, Soldier Boy and I were a thing. We had been on and off through out the years. In hindsight, we kept breaking up because of just stupid petty stuff but he would always find a way to win me back. Anything else you want me to answer, re-read that file I gave to Maeve.” I tell him.

”Well, before I go, there’s something I want you to elaborate on.” He said and I sighed, realizing this man is not gonna leave, and I pick up the second glass. “Would you like a drink?” I asked him as I hold up the whiskey bottle. “Oh, how very courteous of you.” Butcher said, in a bit of a surprised tone.

”Just being a good host, even if you were a surprise guest.” I said as I pour him a drink. Then I pick up my glass and his glass and I walk over to the table and hand him his glass. “Thank you.” He said and he takes a sip.

”Maeve’s told me about your rivalry with Homelander and how you think all Supes are bad. But I will tell you this, Mr Butcher, not all of us are like Homelander. I know you don’t want to hear it but it’s the truth. All I want is to live a normal life and put that life behind me.” I said and Butcher rolls his eyes towards the ceiling. “I appreciate your honesty, but it’s the actions of many of those cunts against your word that makes it hard to believe you.” He replied.

”Believe whatever you want, Mr Butcher. As for me, all I want is to be left alone.” I said, taking a sip of my whiskey. “You know I visited your old teammate, Gunpowder.” Butcher said and I lowered my glass, glaring at him. “And let’s just say, things didn’t go well.” Butcher said and I feel my heart sink. “Did you kill him?” I asked him and he nods.

I gasped and closed my eyes as I turn my head away. “Not the response I expected…” Butcher said and I turned back to him. “He was a kid when he joined the team. Poor boy.” I said, sadly. “Huh? See, I heard you didn’t really like any of your teammates.” Butcher said. “Yes, some of them I didn’t get along with but Gunpowder was just an eager kid, trying to prove himself. I looked after him, made sure he didn’t fall down the same rabbit hole a lot of young Supes do.” I said.

“And yet, he put in a complaint about Soldier Boy’s abuse.” Butcher tells me. “I did the best I could with Soldier Boy. He would get in a few hits on Gunpowder but I always intervened if I saw he was about to go overboard.” I said as Butcher takes a swig at his drink.

”And did he ever abuse you?” He asked me. “No! He never did.” I replied, firmly. There was a long bit of silence between us before I go back to my drink. “Look, all I want to know is what happened to him? How did he die? Because I know that crap Vought pushed out is a load of bullocks.” Butcher said and I sighed.

”If I tell you what I know, will you leave me alone?” I asked him and Butcher stares at me then nods. “I don’t know what killed him. I was knocked out and when I came to, the others told me he was killed. We were in Nicaragua, '84, working with the CIA.” I said and Butcher furrowed his brow. “CIA?” He said, confused, and I nodded. “Who was the case officer?” Butcher asked me and I had to think. “Oh, fuck, what was her name….uh, Grace? Uh, Grace...Grace Mallory, that’s it!” I said, snapped my finger, and Butcher looked surprised by this.

”Judging by the look on your face, I’m guessing you know her?” I asked him. “Yes, yes, I do.” He said, determined, and he gets up from his chair. “Thank you for the drink and the talk. As promised, I will leave you be.” Butcher said and he leaves the kitchen then walks out the front door of my house.

I let out a sigh of relief and run my hands over my eyes. “What a fucking day.” I grumbled.

That night, I was cleaning up Ben’s old shield as I had the TV playing, which is broadcasting Homelander’s birthday. I didn’t really give a shit but I needed something playing in the background. “So let's give it up for Starlight and the man of the hour himself, Homelander!” A-Train said, who was wearing this colorful version of his old suit. I guess from the colors he is representing Africa; which from what Maeve told me about him, he is the last person to do something like this.

Music plays and cheers were heard as Starlight and Homelander go on stage as Homelander and A-Train shake hands then he leaves. “Wow, I'm so honored to be with you guys tonight to celebrate my dear friend and mentor Homelander. I'm here to do more than wish you a happy birthday, though. I'm thrilled to be announcing a project that is near and dear to my heart.” Starlight said and I snort as her saying Homelander is her mentor.

Yeah, I bet he is. I thought as I finished polishing the shield then look up at the TV. “The Starlight House is a nonprofit foundation dedicated to helping homeless and at-risk youth.” Starlight starts to explain until a voice shouts. “Hey, Homelander! Your Nazi died!”

”Well, damn.” I muttered as the crowd murmurs. “Homelander...He's just, he's a human. He's just like the rest of us. And we all make mistakes, right? But we all deserve second chances. In that spirit, Homelander has agreed to donate $10 million...” Starlight said then she laughs softly. “…to the Starlight House, which is, I mean...” she said and there was applause then Homelander says. “No.”

”Give...Come on. Give it up.” Starlight said as Homelander shakes his head. “No.” He said. “Give it up for this guy.” Starlight said as she was trying to control the situation but Homelander looked like he was done. “No. No. No.” Homelander said and the applause stops and the crowd goes quiet. “Starlight lied to you just now. She did. I don't make mistakes. I'm not just like the rest of you. I'm stronger. I'm smarter. I'm better. I am better. I'm not some weak-kneed fսcking crybaby that goes around fսcking apologizing all the time. And why the fսck would you want me to be?” Homelander said then he looks straight at the camera.

“Don't you dare stop rolling, Roger!” He shouts and I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This man is losing his mind. “All my life, people have tried to control me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people have tried to muzzle me, cancel me, keep me impotent and obedient, like I'm a fսcking puppet. You know what? It worked. Because I allowed it to work. And guess what? If they can control me, then you can bet your ass they can control you. They already do. You just don't realize it.” Homelander said and I nod a bit as I was kinda agreeing with him there.

”I'm done. I am done apologizing. I am done being persecuted for my strength. You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly can. You're not the real heroes. I'm the real hero. I'm the real hero.” He said and the whole place stays silent and I shake my head. “And you lost me, crazy asshole.” I muttered and I shut my TV off.

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