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nymphie66 · 7 months

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"God Bless America"

Part Two

Part Three

Author's notes: This is my first fic on this blog, so wish me luck.

Soldier boy x f!reader; Warnings: Dark fic, we're ignoring the roe v wade turnover, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating.

Description: You fall pregnant with your team member (boyfriend) Soldier Boy's baby. He's obsessed with you and would love nothing more than to lock you down in a suburban home. Unfortunately, you're a modern woman and fed up of his whoring ways - and a supe at that. So instead of panicking when that test comes back positive you decide to remind Ben of what freedom America has granted you

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Five times he had called you, and five times you had hung up on him. The wind was blowing in your hair as you drove down the highway, pop tunes blasting as you sang your wretched little heart out to them. You drove a classic open-top chevy, something that only Vought money could buy, the only upside to them exploiting your powers. The positive pregnancy test was stuffed in your bag, and you smiled as you remembered taking a picture of it and sending it off. It had been 36 hours since you went MIA, though Vought didn't really care, they knew a certain someone would sort you out.

That certain someone was desperately trying to get ahold of you, after receiving the picture of your positive pregnancy test and the words "guess you'll have to break it to your whores that you are more fertile than you think"

The other women meant nothing, Ben had assured you, simple blips in his dedication to you. You understood, to begin with, that he was a man with a large appetite, and you didn't mind. Your relationship had blossomed on this mutual understanding, that each had insatiable desires that sometimes required external satisfiers. That was until a few months in when Ben had restricted that understanding. Asked you to be his and only his. Which you complied with, as long as he did the same. And he did- or at least he swore he did. And you believed him, because who wouldn't believe America's golden boy?

You were happy, genuinely happy. Lost in the belief of love and adoration until you called Ben's hotel room and another woman picked up. Though after her voice all you could hear was your beloved's harsh scolding of her for picking up and the sound of a body flying across the room. That's when you knew, when the belief broke, and to think you had the test right there in your hands, that you were daresay excited over your next chapter with him.

He had always told you, how good you would look with his baby, how nobody else was worthy of carrying his child. You used protection, even if he didn't and were never worried that his lustful promises would come true. But then they did, nothing is perfect after all.

You threw the phone across the room, your abilities causing it to smash through the bedroom wall and then the next one. A heart once filled with joy and love suddenly soured into hate and revenge.

That's when you sent the picture and the message, and quickly hopped into your car, speeding down the highway, screaming to whatever heartbreak anthem was playing, your phone incessantly ringing.

Eventually, after perhaps the tenth ring, you decided to pick up, and in a sickly sweet - yet slightly psychotic, voice you answered him.

"Hello, Ben, Honey, whatever is the matter?'

"Are you fucking out of your mind woman!? Why the hell weren't you picking up!?" He was pissed off and that only widened your smile.

"So sorry honey, I was just preoccupied, you know its not safe to use a phone whilst driving."

"Well you better be driving your ass over here, we have much to fucking talk about."

"I would hate to third wheel though, I mean it wouldn't be fair to- ha! do you even know her name?" There was a silence which confirmed your suspicions, at least he had maintained that they meant nothing to him. "Anyway, I have to go I'm almost at the clinic."

"Clinic? You're going to get a scan? I want to be there I want to-"

"A scan?" You laughed cruelly, eyes on the road as you overtook various civilians. "No, no Ben, I'm getting an abortion, honey."

"The fuck you are that is my child-"

"And my body! Isn't it amazing what women can do in the modern age? As much as you can whore out your body to any woman with a pulse, I can get mine sorted out by a lovely doctor with a warm smile." You wish you could be there to see his face, as his world crashed down around him just as yours had moments ago. You knew how badly he wanted a child, how badly he wanted a child with you, and you could take that all away from him. "Just a simple procedure and our chemical mishap can be erased. God bless America."

"If you even fucking step foot in that goddamn clinic I will make you regret the moment you ever even fucking spoke those fucking words to me." Ben threatened down the phone and you felt a chill go down your spine, he was more serious than you were. But the enjoyment you got from tormenting him, from hurting him like he had hurt you outweighed any form of sense and you decided to take it a step further.

"Ben you're so right. I won't step foot into a clinic I swear." You put an extra essence of dumb innocence into your words that continued into your next sentence, ignorant of Ben's sigh of relief over the phone. "I'll just go to another man's bed - a real man's, and have him fuck that baby out of me.``

You heard a crushing noise before the line went dead, and you laughed happily. In reality, you had no idea what you were going to do with the foetus, but you knew that first, you had to get a check on your health. Who knew what you and Ben had created, hopefully, nothing like homelander but you wanted to check. Which was what brought you to a nondescript hospital, in an average town, and checked in under the boring cover name Vought had given you for such a scenario - that of needing medical attention whilst laying low.

The lovely doctor with the predicted warm smile told you everything was fine and that you were 12 weeks along, close out of the danger zone but not too far gone that certain options were ruled out. You could do whatever you wanted.

You thanked her and as you gathered your belongings, you couldn't help but put a hand to your abdomen. The thought of life inside you wasn't as repulsive as previously thought, in fact, the more you thought about it the more you assured yourself that you could handle a baby, Ben's involvement or not. You were going to keep the child - but he didn't know that.

Which is why when you left the hospital, you felt a sudden arm around your waist and cuffs placed on your wrists - power subduing ones, and you were quickly shoved into the back of the van. The encounter lasting no more than 20 seconds.

When you managed to look up at your assailant you weren't surprised to see him, Ben. His hair was ragged, his suit had evidently been hastily put on and his eyes were wild. It was one of the few times you actually found yourself scared of him.

You scampered to the back of the van, until your back hit its cool metal walls and there was nowhere else to go. Ben chuckled, darkly as he approached you, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I knew you wouldn't baby, I knew it." He said though it was more reassurance to himself than anything. You looked up at him with a fury, unwilling to submit to his arrogance.

"I still can Ben-" Your words were quickly cut off by his gloved grip around your neck as he hoisted you upwards towards him. You choked and pried at his hand, but it was no use. He was much, much stronger than you.

"It's cute that you think you have the privilege of free will in this situation." He laughed and he relaxed his grip on your neck, not enough for you to be comfortable but enough that his grip would still leave a mark. He jerked you closer towards him, your foreheads resting against each other. "I know I've been bad, baby, I do. And I'm sorry - you hear that? I'm fucking sorry. But I'm here now. Here for you, and for them."

With that, he placed his free hand on your stomach and looked down as he did it. A genuine smile on his face. You continued to struggle but you really were no match for him, not when you were like this. He looked at you and you tried not to recoil at his evident pride and satisfaction that he had you, right where he wanted you.

"We're going to have a happy family, baby. Just you wait."

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2anxious2betrue · 2 years

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Happy Marriage

Warnings: mature material, sex scene, future non-con/rape, dark fic, “dead dove do not eat”, the 1940s gender dynamics

Note: This is my first time positing a story of tumblr, you can also find my other works on ArchivesOfOurOwn, my username there is QueenSketch.

Summary: Soldier boy is looking for his wife, has anyone seen her? Its been many years, and he has come back ready to have a happy marriage. Too bad she doesn't see it that way.

Part 1:

The television light illuminated your cramped living room space, bringing dread and despair from today’s news.

“A massive explosion occurred today in the middle of the city, a security camera was able to catch the scene in action. As we can see here, a blast of light bursts out of this man’s chest into the building, killing 79 innocent bystanders”

The video zooms into the person, showing a disheveled male with a beard and side swept hair. The video was blurry, but you had a horrible gut feeling telling you that you know that person.

“We are currently not certain of who this person is, but there have been speculations that this person may be Soldier Boy. A once beloved hero. If this is truly him, what has happened? There has been no updates from Vought yet but channel 2 news will keep you updated”.

The concerned and stern face of the news anchor fades out as you click your remote to shut down the television. Your heart is racing. No this can’t be real, you were free of him. You have been free for over a decade. This must be a mistake.

Your mind began to jump from one concern to the next, your breathing increased but it felt as if no oxygen was getting through your lungs. You were spiraling and you knew it, but nothing could help you now if he was truly back.

You closed your eyes and tried to think, tried to brainstorm a plan. You could move, he wouldn’t be able to find you. You changed your name, no one knows who you truly are. No one knows your past or what you have done. Yes you could move and with today’s technology at your fingertips, you could easily be safely hidden away from him.

1946

The radio was playing a nice soft melodic song, you hummed along to it as you were preparing dinner. Your dress swayed with you as you moved your body to the beat of the song. You could hear the front door open, but you were so entranced with the song and your movements that you continued along.

“Honey, I’m home”

The deep barrel of your husband’s voice took you out of your trance. You patted your apron down, put on your best smile, and went to greet your husband. He was still in the doorway, his dark green and black suit on defining all of his muscles and built. He was taking off his shoes, as you approached him.

“Welcome home deer”

He opened his arms as he welcomed your embrace, you stood on your tippy toes to hug him and give a small kiss to his cheek. He chuckled into your embrace.

“I've missed you”. He says to you, your smile gets brighter. “I’ve missed you more, I have dinner almost ready. Clean up and come downstairs”.

“It smells delicious, but I would rather eat you all up”. He sends you a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

You shew him away before he tries to grab you. “Oh silly you”, you laugh at him and head back to the kitchen, as you are about to pass the door frame you hear him say something.

“What was that honey?” You yell back.

“I have a surprise for you, I can give it to you after dinner. When we have some fun upstairs”. His tone of voice seems deeper to you, you think it's because he has a big appetite for sex. Especially after he became a supe.

“Oh you didn’t have to, but can’t wait”.

You hear his heavy footsteps going up the stairs, and carry on back to the kitchen to set the table and finish up.

After dinner, you clean everything from the table as Ben goes to sit down on the couch and relax. He has such a hard job and passion of being a superhero, he does so much for the world, you just wish that you could be a comfort for him. You begin to wash the dishes, but you feel a heavy hand rest on your shoulder. That startles you.

“Oh goodness Ben, I didn’t notice you”. He gives you a tight smile.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

He is a head taller then you, his height looms over you as he looks deep into your eyes. His hazel/gray eyes bring love and desire into you, but at this moment they seem off. He leans towards you and captures your lips with his own. His lips move skillfully with yours, bringing butterflies into your stomach.

You lean away from him to catch a breath and smile up at him. He closes the water faucet and takes your hand into his. He leads you away from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into your bedroom.

He seems more impatient today than usual but you comply with his actions. He pushes you onto your bed, forcing you to sit on the edge of it.

“Strip”

You slowly reach back to untie your apron but before you can pull it over yourself he stops you.

“Keep that on”.

You nod your head, and silently ask him to pull down the zipper of your dress. He sits close to you, his breath fanning on your neck as he gently pulls down the zipper. As he unzips the dress, he trails the zipper down and plants small kisses on the way. His final kiss was at the bottom of your back.

You stand up to step away from the dress. Frilly light green bra and panties still on. You look at your husband sitting in front of you, your eyelids half open sending a sultry look towards him.

“Aren’t you going to take anything off?”

He wags his leather gloved finger no at you. You could feel your panties getting damp as the seconds go by.

You un-clip your bra and let it fall to the floor, the apron is still covering your front. You teasingly turn your back towards him, and slowly pull your panties down giving your husband a show.

You hear his belt clink and then his zipper goes down. You glance towards him and see him stroking his girthy cock, pre-cum glistening at the top. You gulp down saliva, and go on all fours towards him. He gives you a knowing look, as he spreads his thighs for you to fit.

You look up at him, his dark gaze looking deep at you. You nod your head and move closer to his inviting cock waiting for your attention. You first lick the shaft of it. Once, twice, three times. He shudders each time, a small groan escaping his mouth. That encourages you as you fully take his head into your mouth. It pulsates as you swirl your tongue around and put more of him in.

He becomes impatient and thrusts his hips into you. You oblige and move your head up and down, while gently massaging his balls. Groans of pleasure escape him, and you know he is almost at his limit. You could feel your pussy throbbing and getting wet from pleasuring him. Before he cums into your mouth, he pulls himself out.

His actions confuse you, as he pulls you up. He turns you around and pushes you on the bed on all fours. You spread your legs, ready to take him. He aligns himself towards your entrance and swiftly thrusts in. He begins with a steady pace but becomes more frantic with each stroke.

You could feel your own climax coming, he would hit the right spot each time. One of his hands was massaging your right breast, twisting the nipple and bringing more pleasure towards you. Each sensation became more and more, until finally you felt release.

The feeling of completion didn’t last long. You felt a sharp stab towards the middle of your back, a forceful injection. The pain was unbearable as this unknown substance was forced into your organism. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, burning, but also as if you were buried in ice. Tears sprung down your face as you sobbed and screamed in agony.

Ben was still inside of you as he held you to himself. You could hear him saying something, but the agony was too much.

The last thing you heard him say before you blacked out was “This way we will always be together”.

Part 2: https://2anxious2betrue.tumblr.com/post/688641447595016192/happy-marriage-part-2

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zepskies · 1 year

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Series Masterlist - Break Me Down

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

AN: For those of you who enjoyed “Checkerboard,” here’s the requested prequel series! It’s gonna be a long road to get to that version of Soldier Boy. Technically this is an AU set post-season 3.

Series Tags/Warnings: **Rated M. (18+ only.) Enemies to frenemies to lovers. Angsty, messy, moral quandaries galore. This is a romance, but it’s a dark world with morally gray and dark characters, including Soldier Boy, of course. **Smut, language, misogyny, violence, and other chapter-specific tags.

🎵 Listen While You Read: The BMD Playlist

Chapters:

Prologue

Part 1 - The Game Begins

Part 2 - You Move Me, Baby

Part 3 - Somewhere Down Below

Part 4 - On the Inside Out

Part 5 - Morning, Night & Day

Part 6 - A Hot Meal

Part 7 - Until Midnight

Part 8 - Something in the Way

Part 9 - Breach

Part 10 - Caught in the Balance

Part 11 - The Lion's Den

Part 12 - All Your Wicked Ways

Part 13 - A Generous Deal

Part 14 - Safe House

Part 15 - The Tower

Part 16 - Soldier Boy

Part 17 - More Than Words Can Say

Epilogue - All My Living Time

Series Complete!

Did you like this series? If you'd like to keep supporting me as I continue the BMD-verse, here's a way to keep me caffeinated:

Ko-Fi Me ☕

Read More In the BMD-Verse

Not done reading this version of Soldier Boy x Reader? Well, there's more to their story.

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)

One-Shots:

In the Dark You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

Checkerboard** You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.

Love Actually** Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 - Complete

Wake Me Up** [MINI SERIES] A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, he is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that you’ve been taken, he’ll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.

Series Complete!

Strong As Blood** After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out?

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete

Until Morning A quiet moment between you, Ben, and your newborn daughter.

Green** Ben spends the day alone with his daughter, to varying degrees of success. When you get home, it prompts a serious conversation.

Calculated Risks You and Ben argue about your commitment to being a working mom. When a rogue supe gets loose at Supe Affairs, mayhem ensues, putting not only your life at risk, but your daughter’s as well.

Imagines:

Getting jealous.** 💚 Ben needs new clothes, but the shop girls think your boyfriend is fair game.

Ben’s reaction to his girlfriend on her period.❣️ How he takes care of you.

Ben loses you. 💔 Includes a “twist” ending…

Talk to Me 💞 In the wake of his vivid nightmare, you confront Ben about his fears and get him to open up. [Sequel to “Ben loses you.”]

Moodboard below created by @chernayawidow:

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 7 months

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Well you do enough talk, my little hawk

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

Words: 1339

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

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

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

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

You vigorously nod your head.

"No bitching and crying. Got it?"

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

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

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

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

You went flying, smashing through trunks of trees.

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

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

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

This is what you had asked for.

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

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

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

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

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

It was too much.

You drop to your knees and throw up.

At least you weren't crying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Homelander understands. He hated being without you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks for reading!

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 2 years

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Sweet Thoughts

Soldier Boy Masterlist

Summary: When her shop is trashed and robbed, Y/n is scared to go to work. Fortunately, a superhero offers help and protection. But those services aren’t free. And one day, he reclaims his payment.

Word Count: 4238

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Warning: SMUT, dub-con, p in v, unprotected sex, manipulation, coercion, grooming, Soldier Boy being an asshole very full of himself, break in, robbery, toxic masculinity

Square: @howbadcanitbebingo Historically Incorrect / @anyfandomdarkbingo: Grooming

A/n: Hello everyone! So this fic was requested by @lifeissomethingelse! I really wanted to set up this fic in the 1980, but then, historically, it wouldn’t work. There wasn’t really any pastry shop back then, let alone owned by a woman. So for the purpose of this fic and the bingo how bad can it be, I decided… Fuck it! Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts about it! This was also for @writercole millennial challenge with the song (You drive me) Crazy by Britney Spears!

Soldier Boy POV

There was a sweetness in her that was addictive.

Just like his favourite pastry. Sugary, soft, too pretty to consume but yet, it was impossible to not lay his eyes on her and wanting her. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t interested in him, or if she wasn’t available. When Ben laid his eyes on her, it was exactly as if he just discovered the true meaning of hungry. Just looking at her left his mouth watering, his tongue licking his lips slowly as his green eyes detailed her through the window of her shop.

The pastry shop opened a couple of months ago, but never before he noticed. Of course, he smelled the delicious cakes they baked there everytime he walked by. Saw people entering and leaving with their arms full of delicious looking food, a smile stuck on their faces.

But it was the first time he truly saw her.

Soldier Boy was a superhero, so he wasn’t used to getting no as an answer. After all, he was a strong, beautiful man, every woman always looked at him like he was some kind of god. It was barely if they could hold themselves back from getting on their knees in front of him, begging to choke on his cock.

The small bell rang when Ben opened the door to enter the shop. Inside, it smelled even better. It reminded him of when he used to go to his grandma’s house back in the day. Hot summer days when she baked too many pies for the mouths she had to feed. He would always bring the extra back with him and his house would smell of those bakeries for days after the boxes were empty.

His dad hated that. Said eating too much would make him fat, not that it really mattered anyway.

Ben was always a fucking disapointment to him.

“Hello there,” Ben said, walking around the line of customers waiting to be served to speak directly to the girl. Laying an arm against the top of the showcase where the pastry where displayed, he flexed his arms subtly, just enough to show his muscles through his green costume.

“Welcome,” the girl immediately answered, a big, polite and oh so cute and pure smile on her face. Her hands rested against her apron and she took the time to look at him up and down before speaking again. “Please, if you want to purchase something, the end of the line is right there,” she politely gestured towards the door where the last customer was.

That took Ben by surprise. Not only did she deny him immediately after looking at him all over, clearly noticing he was a superhero, but she also asked him in the most polite way to make the line?

There was not an ounce of anger in her voice that betrayed her beautiful face as she turned her attention back to the customer in the front line to take their order.

Soldier Boy puffed his chest, not believing his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, pushing the customer aside to be in front of the girl. Her smile stayed on her face, but he could see and hear the barely perceptible sigh as she realised the customer he was would be troublesome. “Do you know who I am?” Ben grinned, opened his arms and pointed at himself.

“You’re Soldier Boy,” the girl answered, and that only made him grin harder. Of course she knew who he was. Another fan. No one could resist him. “But you need to make the line like everyone else, please,” she added. The sweetness of her tone betrayed her words and for a moment, Ben was sure she was actually asking for his order.

Soldier Boy stopped before speaking. The girl was looking at him, and he knew everyone else was too. He could hear their heartbeats getting faster with the annoyance growing up.

“Fine,” he grumbled, rolled his eyes and walked to the back where the line ended.

While he waited, Ben couldn’t believe how he was denied. Minutes passed that allowed him to think of a comeback, something he would tell her that would immediately make her fall on her knees for him. So stuck in his head, his ego clearly more disturbed than he wanted to admit, Ben didn’t even notice it was his turn.

“Soldier Boy, it’s your turn,” the voice of an angel brought him back from his head. As he walked closer to the counter, he cleared his throat, trying to use his most deep and sexy voice he knew women liked. “Thank you so much for waiting. What can I get you?”

Once again, the sweetness emanating from her took him off guard. How could someone so pretty, so innocent, so sweet and kind, could be alive at the same time as him, in the same town, and he only finds her now?

Now that he was close to her and that there were no unwanted and annoying people around, he could take the time to better admire her and breathe her all in. The smell of the pastry was nothing compared to her fragrance. She smelled sweet, like honey, like bread baking in the oven, and those smells were probably from working here all day. There was the natural smell of sweat, but he only noticed it thanks to the V bathing in his veins that enhanced his senses.

Her face was simply perfect. To her eyes, her nose, her lips, everything looked simply delicious.

She was driving him crazy.

“I’ll take your favourite thing in the shop,” he said after a while of admiring her. Then, his signature grin stretched his lips. “And then, I’ll take you. On a date.”

This seemed to take her by surprise, because it took her a couple of seconds to react. Heat went up in her face and she avoided his gaze, clearly embarrassed by the flirtation, like no man ever tried that tactic before.

As she picked up a napkin and a bag, she put a pastry in it, not that Ben cared what it was, and placed it on the counter. “That’ll be fifteen cents please.”

His suits had pockets, it wasn’t the problem. But never before did he have to pay for things he wanted, so of course, Soldier Boy didn’t have anything on him. “I must have forgotten my wallet at home,” he offered her one of his knockout smiles, knowing it would work.

It always did.

“Usually, I would have said to come back with the money, but since you’ve been kind enough to make the line, here,” she smiled, handing him the bag with the pastry. “It’s on the house.”

“Thank you,” Soldier Boy took the bag, making sure to brush his fingers against the soft skin of her hand. “So, when does your shift end?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, implying the meaning of his question that way.

“We close at 8pm,” she answered, and he was sure it meant a yes, but the smile she now had on her face was a sorry smile. A smile that meant no.

No.

No one ever told him no before.

“I’ll pick you up at 8 then,” he said, acting like he didn’t understand.

“Soldier Boy,” the girl interrupted him before he left. “It’s not… I’m really flattered, really, but I am… not interested,” she put it simply.

It was like she took his knife and stabbed him right in the middle of the chest. He was being denied. Refused. She refused him.

It was the first time. And it should’ve made him angry, but it did the opposite. Being denied just increased the want. The need. The challenge.

She would be his no matter what.

“Alright,” Soldier Boy shrugged like it was no big deal. Walking closer again, he whispered his next words. “Be careful, it can become scary at night.” Knowing his words had the effect he wanted on her, the hero stepped back, offered her another grin and started walking towards the exit. “By the way, what’s your name?” He asked just before leaving.

“Y/n,” the girl answered. There was no smile anymore on her face, and his super hearing informed him her heart was now beating faster.

“Well, I’ll see you around, Y/n. Thanks again for the food.”

Your POV

It was a long day. Usually, when the shop is that busy, you always have one or two more employees that help, but today was just…

And there had been weird people coming in and out.

One in particular couldn’t leave your mind. How he talked to you and flirted with you, even asked you on a date, it was still so overwhelming, you had no idea how you managed to stay so calm while telling him no. You had to admit, he was hot as hell, and popular, and a hero, and he asked you out?

It was way past 8pm and you just finished closing everything. Once it was done, you walked to the front door, locked it, and started heading home.

“Crap,” you muttered, looking everywhere in your purse without finding it. You forgot your wallet in the shop. Turning around, you headed back towards the place when suddenly, you heard it.

Windows being broken. Things getting trashed out.

“No no no!” You started running towards the noise, hoping so much it wasn’t your shop that was being vandalised and robbed. But the closer you got, the more your hope disappeared.

It was a complete disaster. The bay window was broken, and inside, there was glass on the floor, chairs had been broken, and a silhouette was right where the cash register was. Metallic noises informed you he was trying to force it open.

The thief was still there.

Stepping back slowly, you tried to not be seen. Your shop was a mess, but if the person saw there was a witness, it could end very badly for you. But then, something broke under your foot, making way too much noise, and you froze on the spot. The burglar stopped trying to open the register and you swore he was now looking at you. It was too dark to see anything but the frame and the shadow of a person, but you knew his eyes were staring right at you.

Strength finally filled your legs, or maybe it was adrenaline, and you were running away from the scene. Hoping to meet anyone that would be outside so late, anybody to help you.

Glancing back, you checked to see if he was close when your body met something hard and firm. You gasped, your scream stuck in your throat, fear so strong in your body as you thought the burglar caught you. You struggled against the hold of the body, but it was no use. He was stronger.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

You recognized the voice immediately. It wasn’t hard, he left quite the impression when he came by to your shop earlier. You stopped struggling to look up and the tears ran down your cheeks when you saw his face.

“Help me please,” you begged, hugging him like he was the buoy that would keep you from drowning. “There’s someone in the shop, they…”

“Don’t worry, I’m there,” Soldier Boy affirmed in a steady, strong voice. “I’ll save you.”

After that night, you’ve been afraid to leave work alone. Even going to work in bright daylight when there were witnesses everywhere scared you.

Solder Boy didn’t find anyone when he checked your shop that night. But the cost of the reparations were way too high for you, so now, you had to work twice as much. You couldn’t afford being afraid. So of course, when he proposed to protect you and your shop and didn’t ask money for it, you accepted.

That was one of your mistakes. Yes, he refused money. But he never said it was free.

At first, everything was perfect.

Soldier Boy would be at your door in the morning, waiting for you to be ready to walk with you to work. Sometimes, he would be stopped by fans asking for autographs, which he would always accept with a big grin. It would never make you arrive late, though.

Then, once you were safe, he would leave you as long as there was someone else with you in the shop. In the evening, he would be back and make the close with you, or simply take a seat and watch you as you cleaned the place. Then he walked you back home.

As days passed, you discovered he was actually really a good guy, doing all of that for you. Or maybe you were simply blinded by the safety that having a superhero such as him as a bodyguard brought you. Because you did feel safe. So safe.

After two weeks, you had enough savings to repair what had been destroyed inside the shop. The front window was the first thing you repaired so you could open again to get customers and sell again.

And two weeks later, Soldier Boy asked for his payment.

You were at the back that day, in the kitchen. The baker was sick, so you placed your other employee at the front since they were still in training. The breads were slowly getting made, you had dough all over your apron and clothes and were very focused, so much you didn’t notice he was there. You only knew when you felt his hands on your waist.

“Gosh! You scared me,” you sighed as you turned to him. “The shop only closes in 4 hours, you know that, right?” You added when you saw him with his costume and shield on, with the exception of his mask. God, he had beautiful hair underneath, it looked so soft and-

“I protected you almost everyday for two weeks. I think it’s time I get my payment. Or my reward, in this case.”

You looked at him and frowned. Even if Soldier Boy didn’t have his mask on, he still had a mask on his face that hid everything. He showed no emotions.

Expressionless. Staring at you, barely blinking. A small grin at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, of course,” you nodded, wiping your hands on your apron. “How much do you want?”

If, at first, you felt safe with him, it was totally the opposite right now. As he waited for you to answer, you could feel it, his strong, dominant aura. Soldier Boy wanted something, and you knew he would do anything to get it.

He scared you.

“I told you, I want no money. I don’t need money,” Soldier Boy answered, stepping closer to you.

You swallowed hard, fear starting to get stronger inside of you. Stepping back, you forced your gaze to stay anchored in his and not show him how scared you actually were. “What… Do you want, then?”

How naive and innocent of you. You knew what he wanted. It was clear. Obvious. So obvious.

“Since the first time I laid my eyes on you,” Soldier Boy kept getting closer, and you couldn’t move away anymore, trapped between him and the table. “I wanted you. And I always get what I want.”

“Please,” you started to beg, but a finger laid gently on your lips to silence you. Every movement he made was slow. Soft. Calculated. Like he was a predator hunting a poor little scared prey.

“Don’t cry. I won’t force you. This is payment for my services. It is a fair deal. So, be a good girl, turn around and bend over. You’ll love this, I promise.”

You looked into his eyes. His pupils looked so blown out, almost all the green was gone. As he waited for your answer, his fingers stroked your cheek, lowering down to trace your jaw, and settled softly against your throat.

He was right, after all. You owed him. He was protecting you, and protecting your shop. It was only normal to give him what he wanted as payment, right? And after all… It wasn’t like you never thought about it, thought about how it would feel to have sex with the superhero.

So you obeyed.

Soldier Boy pinned you against the table, flour flying around as you tried to hold on against anything. Your face was right next to the bread you were making, and you looked at it while he lifted up your skirt and lowered your underwear. You kept on looking at it as he touched you all over, whispering things like how pretty you were, how soft your skin was and how good it would feel. And you couldn’t deny it no more, it already felt good, the praising, the touching, and despite the trap this actually was, you were turned on.

“Be sure to stay quiet…”

Like you were the most important and precious thing he owned, Soldier Boy went slowly. He held you tight, but not tight enough to hurt. As you felt his length stretching you open, you almost let a moan slip out, but his fingerless gloved hand immediately blocked the noise as he pressed it on your mouth. You understood the assignment and stayed quiet as he bottomed out.

“Good girl, taking me so well… Gonna remove my hand now and I’ll start moving, be sure to stay quiet for me, all right?”

His voice was so rough, it was like sandpaper scraping your skin. Or maybe it was his beard as he kissed your neck, making sure to leave marks everywhere he could. Marking you as his.

You nodded against the table, and then, he started to move.

At first, it was slow, and you managed to stifle your moans by biting on your lips hard enough to hurt. But then, he sped up his thrusts, and it felt so good, you were crying and whimpering under him. Your fist was in your mouth and you were biting it, anything to not make a single noise.

A hand on your throat warned you to do better than this and you clenched around him, trying to make him go slower because you wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. Soldier Boy redressed your body, your back flush against his torso, your hands barely touching the table anymore. In that position, he was even deeper but couldn’t go as fast. Still, he was deep, completely inside of you, and each thrust was well rough.

It felt so good. So perfect. All you wanted was to tell him how good it felt and beg. For him to slow down or go faster, you didn’t know anymore. But all that escaped was a gasp as one of your hands rested on his, still on your throat.

Then, you understood why he put you in that position. Because that way, you could see the front of the shop through the small window of the kitchen. Could see all the customers and your employee. If you made any noise, they would hear. Turn their head and see Soldier Boy, balls deep inside of you, fucking you like you were only his toy.

You had no idea why, but that thought turned you on so fucking much. Your legs started shaking, your cunt throbbed and clenched and you closed your eyes, trying so hard to hold back the orgasm that was coming at full speed. Soldier Boy must have known, felt it, because next thing, his hand was on your mouth and he was ramming inside of you faster and deeper, and it felt so good, you came right there and then. Juice of pleasure went down your legs and soaked his pants, you were sure of that.

But he never slowed down or stopped.

“You’re mine. You understand?” His voice whispered against your ears as his thrusts became uneven, and then you felt it. His cock throbbing inside of you, you could feel it with how deep he was inside of you, and then the ropes of cum filling you up as he came with a roar against your ear.

Exhausted, you could only fall back against the table. More flour flew around under the impact.

Soldier Boy pulled up your underwear, at least he had the decency to dress you up again. “Keep that inside,” he ordered, referring to his cum. His fingers pushed against your entrance above the tissue. “For the rest of the day. If you do that, then I’ll keep protecting you and your shop. Understood?”

“Y/n? We’re gonna need more bread soon!” A voice made from the front of the shop before you could answer. Gathering your last strength, you resumed a normal standing position just before your employee entered the kitchen. “Oh, I see you’ve been busy,” the employee noticed, and a wave of fear and shame drowned you for a second. You clenched around nothing and felt some of his cum leaking in your underwear. You had to be careful or else it would end up spilling through the clothing.

“I.. Uh…” you glanced behind you, but Soldier Boy was gone. “Yeah. Bread is coming, sorry,” you apologised. Your employee nodded and headed back to their post.

That was a close one.

Everyday after that, Soldier Boy came by to collect his payment. Each time, he had another request, or else, he would stop protecting you. At first, the blackmail was upsetting you, of course, you felt betrayed by the hero. But everytime he thrusted inside of you and fucked you to midnight, your head was becoming so fuzzy, you didn’t care at all about the why or how bad the situation actually was.

And then weeks passed, and you didn’t care about it anymore. All you wanted was his cock inside of you. His large, wide and rough hands, everywhere on your body. His scent wouldn’t leave your mind, driving you crazy at the point you had trouble falling asleep. You craved him. You would do anything for him. You needed him so bad.

A couple of weeks later, Soldier Boy had asked you to only wear an apron and work in the kitchen. You did as he told you and started baking donuts while waiting, but to be honest, the excitement was so strong, all you could think about as you made the correct form of the pastry was…

Your empty, leaking hole waiting to be filled.

“Good girl,” his voice reached your ears, and you felt yourself becoming even more aroused just hearing his voice. Hands slapped your ass cheeks and then spread them and you felt him stare at your privacy. Of course it was embarrassing. But you needed him too much to care. “I see you missed me,” he added and without even seeing him, you knew he had a big grin on his face.

Bending you again against the table, Soldier Boy slidded home, where he belonged. His cock felt so good, you moaned softly for only him to hear.

“You’ve been so good to me, I think I’ll let you in on a little secret,” his thrusts always started slow, just like every time, he was discovering your pussy and wanted to feel every inch of it around his shaft. Taking his sweet time, building up the tension and the pleasure, and then he would ram inside of you until you couldn’t stand up and would see stars. “See,” his torso pressed against your naked back, it hurt a little, but the pleasure was way too strong for you to care. The anticipation of the moment he would fuck you hard and fast and make you cum. “I’m the one that trashed your shop and stole your money.”

That revelation should have given you a reaction. Anger. Betrayal. Fear.

But his hips had sped up, he was fucking you fast now, his grunts could only be heard because his mouth was close to your ear. Your head was becoming fuzzy again, it felt good, and you had to focus everything you had left on not making a sound. “Wh…What do… You mean…” You managed to say between two stifled moans.

“Baby, I'm so into you… You got that something, what can I do?” He said instead of answering. His strong hands squeezed your hips and a slap landed on your ass, almost breaking your lips with the moan that threatened to escape. “No one tells me no. I had to give you a reason…”

You were about to answer when a rougher thrust made you lose your balance and a shy moan escaped your vigilance.

“You drive me crazy… Sweet, sweet little Y/n…”

He manipulated you from the start. Lied to you. Destroyed your shop, created a strong fear in you that would make you dependent of him. And then, when it was time, he reclaimed his payment. And only when you were too deeply addicted to him did he reveal the truth.

“Tell me you're so into me, that I'm the only one you will see, and I’ll swear you’ll never need anyone else to protect you and satisfy you.”

How could you say no? You couldn’t even think. As he fucked you hard and fast, just like you liked, it was impossible to have coherent thoughts.

And anyway, you were already in too deep.

“I’m… Yours… Always…”

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His Closest Childhood Friend (Yandere!Diluc x Reader)

A/n: had to rewrite the last part cause OneNote said "ah yes we don't need that" lol anyways here's part 3/3 of Soldier, Poet, King. If I ever write more about this au, they will be what-if scenarios (because the end could honestly go in different ways, it's not like someone can "win" in this yandere harem). Sorry for the delay @leftdestiny-posts ;-;, hope you like it!!

Mostly gn!reader but there are some chess terms I can't change ;;-;;

An unreliable synopsis: There's a reason why Diluc is called the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt, care to take a guess?

Cw: Yandere!Diluc. (Bodily harm/burns?) Implied yan!Childe and Thoma.

Parts:

Soldier, Poet, King (You're here)

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If you asked Diluc who (Y/n) was, his reddened face will sputter an inadequate explanation before excusing his flustered self out of the room.

If you asked (Y/n) who Master Diluc was, they'd simply pause and say he's someone they used to be friends with.

Used to.

Diluc noticed everything about you. From how you part your hair, how your eyes crinkle at the sound of the ocean, how your eyes sharpen in deep concentration while playing chess– every little detail about you is stored in his brain. He doesn't understand when and how he gained his hypersensitive tell-spotting, all he knows now is that he is fixated. Too obsessed to turn away, but also too hyperaware of how dangerously stalkerlike he had become.

Diluc only sets his hooded, almost honey-coated gaze on you. To this day, people have questioned how you managed to overlook the perpetually lovelorn parasitic expression on his face whenever you pass by, but they have never taken into account the hurtful things Diluc says.

You two bicker daily. You, the knights, and his brother were the only people who he showed this attitude with. People mistakenly believed that his "nagging" and your complaints were just a normal aspect of an Imunlaukr-Ragnvindr friendship dynamic, and Diluc made the same error. He thought he could get away with being aloof for long enough.

That's how it was until one scorching Sunday afternoon.

"Diluc, listen to me." You spoke. He immediately noticed how your face was creased and your frown was a hair lower than before. Even so, he appeared as if he was more focused on pouring himself a cup of juice. Diluc cannot contain his heart once he looks at you straight in the eye. Fortunately, no one else was inside Angel's Share to mock him--

"I don't want to be friends anymore."

Diluc's eyes widened and he spilled his drink.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

He hastily cleaned up the spillage before staring at you, bewildered.

Did you find out? Shit. Fuck.

This can't be happening.

"I talked with a friend of mine about this and he was right." You continued. "I shouldn't continue being friends with suffocating people. You're too critical. Too cruel. I can't stand you anymore."

"And trust me, it hurts for me to end our friendship like this since we've known each other since we were kids, but please, please don't contact me ever again."

Diluc closed his eyes and breathed in.

He wasn't listening to you anymore, and for once, your voice became nothing more than background noise to him. He's drowning out all your reasonings and facets for breaking up your friendship with him.

"It's Fixer, isn't it?"

"And yo– What?"

"It's Fixer." Diluc sucked a deep breath between his gritted teeth. You gulped. His voice was nothing short of menacing. "Your pen pal. He's the one who fed you all these lies, didn't he?"

How did he know about Fixer?

"Lies?" Diluc was being the most threatening he's ever been, and although you forced yourself to scoff, it's clear that it was affecting you. "How is any of what I said lies? You talk shit about me every day. You barge into my apartment every Saturday just so you can complain about how I live my life– You're the one in the wrong here! You should be, I don't know, self-reflecting!"

"Am I? Am I in the wrong, now?" His right eye twitched. "Look at yourself. You live poorly and it reflects on your appearance. You're mentally unstable, (Y/n), and you refuse help from professionals–"

"Oh, shut up." Your eyesight started to get misty. Why is he making this all about you? "You and I both know that the therapist you recommended was a piece of shit!"

Diluc bit his bottom lip. That was his fault. He wanted a prop that will make you see all the good sides in him, and it backfired greatly. He takes full responsibility for that. Diluc would never seek to harm you truly, please have faith in that.

"Fine! That's true. But you're the one who still refuses to get their act together. You live and breathe like a homeless man in Dragonspine!"

Something inside of you snapped.

For a moment, you both paused, but not to catch your breaths. Diluc meant it when he can read you inside out. And what you're thinking right now is a terrifying notion.

"(Y/n)... Don't..."

"Maybe I should... Maybe I should do as you say this time. It's what you want to happen, right?" You laughed emptily.

"(Y/n)..."

"It's a good idea– a GREAT idea, even, Diluc." You shook your head with a mischievous grin. "I mean, I'm a social outcast at this point, so why not just embrace it, hmm?"

Diluc's knees weakened and a lump in his throat emerged. His stomach churned as he tried to quell the evergrowing unease that wrecked his entire body.

No one was thinking straight.

"Don't be stupid. You won't survive a day in Dragonspine."

"I know." You said. "But at least there would be one less problem for you to worry about, right? One less troublesome citizen in Mondstadt for you to care about."

His breath hitched.

Diluc heard a yelp.

He pulled back.

Diluc touched you. He didn't process what he had done but he grabbed your wrist and there was a burn mark where he singed it. Diluc looked down at the palm that betrayed him and the fumes that came from it only proved his guilt.

A shiver ran down his spine.

The burn marks on your skin were in the shape of his fingertips.

It was a second-degree burn.

You must be in incredible pain by now but you didn't show it, and that made Diluc all the more anxious.

"(Y/n), wait–"

Your cheeks were wet as you faced him. Whatever physical discomfort you were feeling at the time was overridden by malice.

Overridden by anger, overridden by betrayal, overridden by spite.

"Hah." You laughed bitterly.

"Compared to being stuck in a bar with you, looks like I'll be safer in the mountains after all."

No words came out of his mouth. The outcome of this argument had been decided long before he tried to get you to stay.

It was a stalemate.

You stormed out of Angel's Share afterward and that was the last time you and Diluc had a proper conversation. The people Diluc deemed most important leave him, and that is no longer a rumor but a promise after you walked out that door. Since then, you actively avoided the general public– avoided him.

Diluc started donning thick black gloves after that incident. It's impossible to convince him to take it off in public.

But that didn't stop Diluc from worrying. Every time he was far away from you, it seemed as though he was counting his breaths and breathing manually. He still manages to slot time in his schedule to look after you. From afar, of course. At this point, he is assured that you are aware of who the Darknight Hero was. Your irrational disdain for the icon contained the same venom you spare for him. Diluc can't and won't stop you from disparaging him. He was adamant that he deserved it with how he treated you.

In his vacant hours, Diluc crawls to his bed and hugs his pillow. Sometimes his fingers will grasp it in desperation, other times he would slowly caress the pillowcase and pretend that it was your back. These actions were coupled with deep breaths, and inevitable moments of indecent thoughts would emerge. The image of your inviting eyes and soft lips haunted his feverish dreams. Naturally, there are moments when he was unable to endure the coldness of being alone in a king-sized bed.

So he stalks you in the guise of "patrolling".

News that involves the Knights of Favonius travel fast, and it's no longer just a passing rumor that they will return this week. The gossipers have already chanted their "I told you so!"s before the cavalry battalions stepped foot inside Mondstadt's gates.

And you were secretly there too. It's kind of cute that despite ranting on about spending the rest of your days in an isolated Mountain, you broke that promise to see your favorite cousin.

Diluc frowned. At this point, Diluc wished you rode off Varka's coat-tails instead if it meant dissuading your aspirations will turn out like this. His relationship with the knights and your cousin may be strained, but it's still part of his duty as a Ragnvindr to treat the grand master with the utmost respect.

Even when that overprotective titan does make a habit of interfering with your relationships. But it's a reasonable vendetta. You would have been blissfully riding on horseback beside the grand master's steed if Diluc hadn't discouraged you from pursuing knighthood.

Seeing you scurry in the dark was the highlight of Diluc's day, but he raised his chin and pretended not to notice your presence. He's a renowned figure who can't hide behind the barrels as you do, so he ought to at least formally welcome Grand Master Varka Imunlaukr--

"You should watch what you say, Miss."

Diluc stopped from his trail. He had not heard it recently but there was a certain familiarity in that voice.

The scent of embers wafted in the air.

And when the smoke cleared, only one figure remained standing firm whilst the other cowered in fear.

Diluc clenched his jaw.

It was "Fixer".

"O-Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off that strong! I'm just saying you should be careful what you say next time! You never know if you're hurting someone already." The blonde green-eyed man babbled and shrank in an attempt to make himself look small, but the observers already know how much of a threat he truly poses.

"R-right..." Marjorie whimpered.

"Tch." Diluc unwittingly bit his nail.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.

He believed that he made a sizable arrangement with the Tianquan to stop the majority of ships that boarded Liyue till the next month. How could Thoma possibly get here? Diluc couldn't help but feel incredibly frustrated at every sacrifice and work he made to postpone your reunion. Thoma's here, walking around with his unbelievably chipper self, so what had it all been for?!

Thoma terrified Diluc. Compared to "Ajax", he can't get rid of him by just calling him "Tartaglia" in a "slip-of-the-tongue".

But Thoma is a target now. Diluc would've gladly taken Childe as his ally to avoid the chance of Thoma winning you over, but he would rather die than be in cahoots with the Fatui. Diluc knew how in sync you two were as kids. He could not compete with what is called "natural chemistry".

The key difference is that Thoma can stop himself from hurting others, but Diluc can't help but burn you in one touch.

Diluc bit his bottom lip.

It was an irritating scenario. He could accuse Thoma of destroying private property, but that would make him look callous right away. And that's not something you want to be viewed as next to the kid who just got back in town. Diluc sucked it up and let Thoma babble on.

What happened next was a blur.

Thoma attempted to make small talk with Diluc, but one of his conversation starters triggered something that made him space out.

Diluc only realized he was already home when his butler Elzer jolted from how loud he closed the door. His mood only worsened as he glimpsed at Kaeya waiting for him on a prowl. The captain is keenly aware of Diluc's foul mood when it comes to knighthood. Diluc makes the effort to remind him in almost every interaction.

His brother gave him an omniscient smile.

"Poor Diluc... Did the grandmaster spew a long-winded Knights of Favonius hiring ad again?"

Diluc snarled. "On the contrary, I haven't encountered him."

Kaeya raised an eyebrow teasingly. This should be fun for him. Diluc had yet to kick him out. "Oh? Then why the long face?"

"You know why, Kaeya."

It's because he became so engrossed in his feelings that he failed to remember his responsibility to look after you.

Diluc leaned his head on the doorframe. He overlooked the fact that you were suffering as a result of hearing Marjorie's insults, and he should've tried to help.

He got too busy after finding out that Thoma warranted a room in Goth Hotel and he will be set to stay for two months at most, much to Diluc's dismay. He could stoop low and ask Kaeya for a scheme, but Inazuma's Tri-Commission had some cards up their sleeves. How on earth did Thoma receive a Lordship's protection? The uncrowned King of Mondstadt certainly has a pitiful lack of influence. It's petty, but he forced the hotel to raise its prices in retaliation.

Kaeya laughed. "Heh. Course I do. It's just more satisfying to hear you admit it."

The white-haired butler chimed in. "Pardon me, Master Diluc, but what should we do with the... "pest" that's lurking in Dragonspine? He seems to be getting close to (Y/n)."

"Damn it."

Diluc slammed the wall with his clenched fist. The impact didn't break anything, but the entire manor heard his outburst.

He can't touch Childe.

"Ajax" and Thoma are the only support systems you have left, and Diluc is not a horrible man to selfishly take that away from you.

You're in a fragile mental state and you need someone to talk to, and Diluc is not the right person for the job. His conversations with you frequently turn sour. Crepus brought him up to be a gentleman, yet out of concern, Diluc subconsciously uses harsher language towards you. His wit and sarcasm stand in the way of his desire to be more open. Unlike Thoma, Diluc has trouble finding the perfect words to say. Should he attempt to divulge Ajax's secret identity, you'll just come to hate him more.

Diluc loves you. And he doesn't want to see you break further. This is the least selfish wish he has.

The butler no longer tried to fish out answers while Kaeya snickered. The look on Diluc's face showed that he was back to another round of self-depreciation and Elzer didn't want to deal with the same song and dance again.

Elzer figured that it was his time to leave and let his brother handle this alone, but his master kept talking.

"Thoma's back home too."

Elzer's mouth opened in shock while Kaeya looked indifferent. It's no surprise that he already heard the news. He likely sent Huffman to solve Marjorie's problem.

"H-Huh? Mister Thoma?! I thought the ships in both Doorman port and Liyue harbor can't set sail here?"

"No shit," Diluc muttered in a low husky whisper as he removed the scrunchie that held up his high ponytail. "He must've had connections with the Tri-Commission in Inazuma. Should've guessed that sooner. A pen name like "Fixer" should've set some alarms straight off. There's a high chance Thoma became a bigshot in his father's hometown."

"Right... "Fixer"." Kaeya hummed. He propped his head up pensively.

Diluc is more than familiar with his sworn brother's body language. Whenever Kaeya relaxes into this particular demeanor, an idea would be set in stone, for better and for worse.

"You know Diluc... having a Fixer wouldn't be so bad... It would surely solve your pest problems, wouldn't you agree?"

The two were silent as they tried to decipher what the captain was attempting to insinuate.

Ahh... He's right.

Diluc smiled subtly and crossed his arms.

Kaeya can be pretty useful sometimes.

"Hah." Diluc nodded with an airy chuckle "I get it now. I can't believe I didn't think about it sooner."

"This situation is an easy Scholar's mate all along."

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A masked figure dragged Thoma away closer to Dragonspine's Outskirts in one fell swoop.

The stranger did not speak. He forced him out of the area silently and with ease. Thoma couldn't identify who it was as a golden owl-shaped mark covered his visage. Additionally, his dark cape aided to conceal most of his features. Looking up in a worm's-eye view was no help at all.

"W-Who are you?!"

The stranger glared down.

So, Thoma did come to Dragonspine. How desperate and gullible. Diluc should pay Charles extra for leading him here.

Thoma trembled. He wasn't sure if the temperature or the red glint in his opponent's eye was what caused his body to react. He crept backward as the man with the mask towered above him.

"I-I have a vision!" Thoma proudly proclaimed. "I'd think twice if I were you."

The stranger knelt to his level and yanked him by the collar. Both immediately cast fire in their palms, and that instance made Thoma falter. They're pyro vision users, yet he doubts he could put up a fight with someone twice as physically built as he is. Thoma tried to conceal his fear with a brave look, and the stranger kept quiet about how Thoma's fire was gradually fading.

"Tsk."

The stranger dropped his hold on him.

"How ungrateful. I just saved you."

The man turned his back and slowly started walking away. He raised his hand and beckoned Thoma to follow.

Thoma scrambled to get his bearings and stood up.

"E-Excuse me?"

"That Snezhnayan man you saw just now," The stranger lit up a nearby torch and continued.

"That was Tartaglia, Number 11 of the Fatui Harbingers."

"A Fatui Harbinger?"

Every alarm in Thoma's head blared in a second.

"(Y/n)!!!"

That blue-eyed man was a harbinger?! Why are you hanging out with him?! That's too dangerous! You need him NOW--

"Stay put." The stranger commanded, and the authoritative flair in his voice froze Thoma in his place. "The... fisherman is not yet aware of this fact."

"Then we should get there and tell them!-- Mmph!"

The stranger pulled him by the collar once again and covered Thoma's mouth.

"Not yet."

Diluc won't let you know just yet.

Or at the very least, he won't let Thoma play the hero.

Thoma squirmed and broke free.

"Neither of us is fully capable of tackling him head-on." The stranger said.

"But (Y/n) is in danger right now!" Thoma tried to pry his arm away from the stranger's hold but his resistance was futile. "We have to save them--"

"If you do that, Tartaglia might just put an end to their life right then and there. Do you want that to happen, Mister Thoma?"

There was a tight feeling in Thoma's throat.

(Y/n)... dead?

It was just a few sentences, but it was enough to make Thoma feel like vomiting. That made the stranger satisfied. It looks like he won't need to bluff in extreme detail on what the consequences may be.

Manipulating Thoma was disgustingly easy.

"But..."

The stranger fished out a pen and paper from his robes before handing it to him. Thoma looked down at it and sent him a quizzical look.

"If you want to save (Y/n), you can always do it through words, Fixer."

A king's moves may be restricted, but that doesn't stop him from letting others do the work for him. Diluc Ragnvindr is the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt. A mere soldier and poet are nothing but pawns to him.

It's the perfect crime. Diluc still can't believe he hasn't thought about it sooner. It's almost too easy. He only needs to utilize four moves in his plan, truly reminiscent of a Scholar's mate. Sending Childe a forged sparring request 'sent' by Varka, setting up a one-sided meeting where Thoma spies on you and Childe together, manipulating Fixer to expose him, and...Well, there's no need to dwell on that for now. The last step will be the most difficult but Diluc must make sure the third step is a success first.

After all, the uncrowned King is still searching for his Queen, so keep stepping forward.

Please, come back to his side of the chessboard, (Y/n) (L/n).

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sofreddie · 2 years

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Release

Summary: Fresh out of the cryo-chamber and on the run, Soldier Boy takes a moment to appease his Alpha.

Characters: Alpha!Soldier Boy x F!Russian!Beta!Reader

Warnings: NONCON, DARK!FIC, A/B/O Dynamics, Mugging, Angst, Derogatory Language, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Creampie, Knotting), Assault, Injury to Reader

AFG OMEGAVERSE: ALPHA/BETA (@afgomegaversebingo)

ANGST: MUGGING (@anyfandomangstbingo)

WC: 931

A/N: So as soon as that cryo-chamber opened my mind screamed Feral Alpha, Alpha, Werewolf, I dunno…all kinds of crazy (and yum). But I also feel SB is NOT a good person. Also, Google Translate. ALSO also...it's fiction. Don't @ me!

Soldier Boy ran as fast as his body could carry him, his muscles still waking from being unused in the cryo-chamber for so long. His muscles burned as he pushed himself forward, his stomach aching from the release of his powers. He had no idea who those people were or what they wanted, but he had to get out of there and fast. He was sure that whatever they wanted, it wasn’t good.

He burst through a heavy metal door, finding himself suddenly outside, the cool night air breezing over his skin. He stopped to take a deep breath, the smell of iron and fire and blood from within the building slowly dissipating from his nostrils, replaced instead with crisp, cold air and the smell of industrialization. His head snapped back to attention as he heard shouts from within the building, reminding him of why he was running.

He took off once more, sticking to the shadows, trying to avoid any passing cars, lights, and people as he slithered into unfamiliar passageways. His body protested, but was quickly adjusting as it usually did. But he still felt on fire. He stopped once he felt he was a good distance away, leaning against the cold brick wall in an alley as he caught his breath. His blood boiled, his sense of smell heightening with every waking moment. He flexed his hands, closing his eyes and trying to get a grip. His rut was quickly waking too, growing with urgency to a point he knew it wouldn’t be ignored.

The scuffle of feet drew his attention once more, his head snapping towards the sound. Under the one diming light of the alley he could see a woman, stood alone and lighting a cigarette. He was enraptured for a moment, taking in her scant clothing of a design and style wth which he wasn’t familiar. Along with the tendrils of smoke, her scent trickled to him and he breathed deeply.

She was a Beta, of that he was sure, and his body was further enticed. He could smell her perfume and the mix of several men about her, as well as the slick that was ruining her underwear. He grunted disapprovingly, knowing she was likely a prostitute, which would explain the scents. She was pretty and petite, the kind of woman he would have fucked and left behind many times in his day. His body began to respond, having been without such pleasures for far too long.

He grunted lightly, moving swiftly and grabbing up the woman before she could even figure out what was going on. He spun her towards the wall in a flash, her cigarette dropping to the ground and burning slowly before being put out as it collected the dampness from the ground, its sizzle heard in the emptiness of the night.

She screeched as he pressed her body into the wall, his body pressed against her back, “Pozhaluysta, ne!” she begged and Soldier Boy scowled. He held her hands together with one of her own against the brick wall, his other hand holding her hip tightly as he ground his growing erection against her.

“Pozhaluysta, pozvol' mne uyti! Pozhaluysta!” She whined and pleaded, trying to fight against his grip, which only angered him further. She didn’t stand a chance against his strength, but that didn’t stop her from trying.

He released her hands, pressing her harder into the wall as he moved the hand around her throat, squeezing tightly as he spoke deep and low in her ear, his hot breath puffing against her skin, “Shut up with that Commie shit.”

He roughly and quickly moved his other hand from her hip, his fingers dipping between her legs and finding her warm folds. She bucked against him with a whine, her thighs clamping against the intrusion of his hand. Her desperate pleas continued but he tuned them out, his mind set on one singular goal.

Smirking, he shimmied her skirt up to her hips, ripping her panties off and shoving her harder into the wall. He grunted, nipping at her neck and demanding her submission as he thrust harshly inside of her. She screamed, the intrusion sudden and unwelcome. He was relentless, tuning out her sounds, focusing only on his need for release. He fucked her hard, his grip brusing on her as he held her steady for what he gave. The night air carried her cries and his grunts and growls as he used her to service his own end.

He bent his knees, both hands finding her hips and bending her further as he pounded her hard and fast, the slap of their skin echoing off the brick. The dim yellow light that cast over them made her skin look sickly, but he didn’t care, his impending orgasm within reach.

With a fierce growl and deep plunge, he came hard, the breath punched from him as he finally satiated the pleasure his body craved. His knot popped but quickly deflated, a skill he honed in his finer days, allowing him to minimize the time he had to be connected to any one person. Once done, he withdrew, letting the sobbing girl fall to the ground, her knees now covered in dirt as his cum dripped down her thighs.

He huffed, his shoulders rising and falling as he stepped back from her. The sounds of shouts and pounding feet quickly approaching told him it was time to go. He reached down, grabbing up the purse she had dropped in the altercation, digging through it and deciding to take it with him, not knowing what he might need. With one last glance at the weeping woman at his feet he scoffed and grinned, running down the alleyway, taking a turn and determined to lose his trackers.

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negans-lucille-tblr · 1 year

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The PDF for Open Wounds is now on sale at half price, so why not treat yourself and have a little binge…

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 7 months

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Party Disaster

Pairing: Dark Soldier Boy x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: What Soldier Boy wants, he gets.

WARNINGS: Noncon.

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"That’s a nice dress.”

You turn around upon hearing the deep voice, automatically plastering an amicable smile on your face.

“Oh, thank you so much, Soldier Boy.” you reply, although the way his green eyes rake over your body, momentarily pausing when they reach the cleavage, is less than respectful.

Especially in a public event.

“A short one too, by the way.”

You take a sip of your drink, ignoring his remark as you let your eyes run over the people that walk around.

“Lovely party, isn’t it?”

“It is.” you agree, twisting your purse in your hands.

It’s slightly unnerving to be in a room full of superheroes, even though you work with them on a daily basis.

A shiver runs down your spine as the memory of Countess Crimson shouting at you for bumping against her in the hall, forcing you to apologize even though it was technically her fault.

The memory leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Hey, you good?” Soldier Boy’s hand lands on your shoulder and you offer him a reassuring smile.

He nods towards the dance floor, winking his eye at you. “How about a dance? I bet you’re an incredible dancer.”

“I’m not much of a dancer, actually.” the excuse comes quickly and you pretend not to notice when his hand tightens on your shoulder.

You take a step back, under the pretense of putting the glass back on a tray, escaping his touch.

“Actually I think I’m gonna call it a night. I’m very tired.”

“How about I drive you home?” the offer is enough to make your heart skip a beat, anxiety crawling under your skin.

“Hum, it’s okay, really. I only live two minutes away so it’s a quick walk.” you lie but it doesn’t matter as Soldier Boy only lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t be much of a superhero if I let a young lady like yourself walk alone at night, would I? Bad things happen all the time.” his hand sneaks around your back as he comes closer. “Let me just walk you to the door. Make sure you’re safe and sound.”

His words sound harmless and you nod, knowing that you don’t really have much of a choice.

And you just want to go home quickly.

He fucks you hard, like he’s a starved man. You always knew his strength was unparalleled, but never once did you ever think that you’d be fighting against it.

You cry out every time his hips aggressively meet yours, your pelvic bone hurting from the impact.

Soldier Boy thrusts meanly, holding down your hands on each side of your head with so much force that it feels like he’s crushing them.

You gasp in pain as he forces his cock inside over and over again, your pussy barely able to accommodate him even with the poor idea of him using his spit as lube.

“Fuck, I knew you’d have a tight cunt but damn, you make virgin pussies look bad.” he groans, leaning forward with his pretty hair falling off in strands into his eyes.

The feeling isn’t pleasant , your dry walls burning upon the intrusion. He tries kissing you, but you dodge away, turning your head to the side.

“Don’t be a brat, now.” his voice comes out deeper than usual and he punches a few cruel thrusts in payback.

One of his hands takes both of your wrist, pinning them above as the other reaches for your chest, squeezing a boob hard enough for you to wince. “I know you’re enjoying this. You wanted me, right?”

“Soldier Boy, please…stop.” you plead, but he barely listens to you. His attention is focused on the lower part of your body, eyes following the way his massive cock forces you open.

“That’s why you were all nice. Getting all dressed up for me. You wanted me. You wanted to fuck Soldier Boy.” his declaration has your stomach churning.

It was hardly what happened, but Soldier Boy only saw what he wanted to.

“Such a pretty pussy that you got, sweetheart. Taking me so well.” he sucks a deep breath and speeds up with movements, your body shaking with the sudden urgency of his thrusts.

He chants multiple curses as he furiously chases his high, only stopping when he cums with an obscene growl.

His body collapses over you, trapping you under the suffocating weight with his cum oozing out of you.

You hate superheroes.

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nymphie66 · 7 months

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God Bless America pt 2

Part One

Part Three

Author's notes: due to the slightest positive reaction I'm back on my bullshit again, you're welcome??

Soldier boy x f!Supe reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, minors dni - for your own sake, pregnant women get horny too sometimes, dark fic, ben trying to assert dominance - too bad he's a bit of a simp for reader, mentions of a wedding, haven't ramped up to full smut yet but there's always time for that ;)

Find part one here xoxoxo

"Going to the chapel and we're gonna get married.." Ben sang quietly between sips of his beer - he had recently learned that smoking, was not in fact good for your health, let alone the baby's. He carried on cooking, ignoring your struggle against your restraints. The power-subduing cuffs still gracing your wrists, the gag pulled tight against your mouth. You were tied to the kitchen chair, a plate of chicken, potatoes and veg in front of you - whether you wanted it or not, you were going to eat it. It was good for you and the baby after all. Ben sat opposite you with his own plate of bacon, sausage and egg - an American meal for an American man. He looked at you with such content, such joy, he had you, right where he wanted you, all you had to do was comply. "So, baby, you gonna behave or what?"

You stilled, and nodded your head, you didn't need to be honest just no longer gagged and bound. Ben smiled and walked over, removing the gag and untying the rope that bound your arms to the chair. Although still cuffed you could now move your hands to pick up a knife and fork and eat - if you wanted to.

You quickly swallowed the excess saliva that had formed because of the gag and tried not to glare at him. Instead, you just bowed your head looking down at the plate of food. It was bland, the chicken unseasoned and the potatoes looked pale and meek, the vegetables practically soggy over how overcooked they were. Ben never was a good cook.

"Eat up, my son has to get his protein somehow." Ben told you as he took his seat opposite you.

"What about your daughter?" You posed, slowly taking a fork and pushing the mushy carrot around your plate in masked disgust. You knew of Ben's less-than-modern views, but you weren't afraid of them. In fact, you revelled in proving him wrong, in putting him in his place, it often led to more than favourable situations, situations that got you in the predicament that you were in right now.

"She'll need her protein too, to keep up with her old man of course," Ben responded with a smile, and you were at least somewhat comforted by the fact he didn't just ridicule the thought of having a daughter. "Though if she's anything like her mother, she'll be enough to keep me on my toes."

You couldn't help but laugh, an empty one, but a laugh nonetheless. It seemed to encourage him, that you were happy right now, happy to make conversation with him. When in reality you were just waiting, waiting for an opportunity to break free of the cuffs and give him hell.

"You're going to look so pretty in a wedding dress. Fucking divine." Ben commented before taking another sip of his beer, his eyes hungrily darting across your form. You averted your eyes, your heart beating faster under his watch. You were well aware that without your powers, Ben could very much just take what he wanted, and what he wanted right now was evident.

"You are going to have to practice your vows y'know, practice being committed to me till death do us part. No more hotel flings, honey." You told him sourly, and you could see him recoil. You took satisfaction in that and happily stabbed a piece of chicken before putting it in your mouth and chewed laboriously, it wasn't just the vegetables he overcooked.

"Hey, I told you I'm sorry for that, okay? It's never going to happen again, this, this changes things." Ben tried to assure you, pointing his fork at you accusingly, as if it was your fault for taking issue for such a matter.

"Oh so our baby is enough, but I wasn't? I get it Ben." You retorted, finally being able to swallow the driest piece of chicken you have ever had in your life. Ben slammed his hand down onto the table and you would have flinched, if you weren't so used to his dramatics.

"What is it going to take for you to believe me? Huh? I'm marrying you for god's sake-"

"-not by choice, can I add. Don't pretend that your decision to marry me is nothing but you trying to absolve yourself of your guilt or Vought's efforts in damage control." You practically spat, throwing your fork down, for the baby or not, you couldn't put yourself through another mouthful of that godforsaken chicken.

Ben violently stood up from the table and leaned across to you, taking issue with the smile that blossomed across your lips from his agitation. He grabbed your face with his hand and he forced you to look at him. "I am marrying you because I love you. And you love me. And my baby will be loved."

You took particular exception with his declaration that the baby was his, considering you were the one throwing up every morning, and it was messing with your hormones. You used your bound hands to lunge at his throat, and he quickly forced them back down with a brutish strength. To his detriment of course, as from the force of his actions, the cuffs broke against the table. No longer intact and no longer efficient in subduing your powers.

Ben seemed to realise his mistake and quickly retreated backwards, his hands flown up in a surrendering motion. You gasped as your powers returned to you, coursing through you in a form of ecstasy that rivalled anything else. Your eyes glowed in a surge of pure power and you turned to Ben with nothing less than an evil smile. Your powers matched his on a good day, but with this sudden resurgence and hormonal rage, he was putty in your hands - and he knew it.

"Ben, honey, how much did you say you loved me again?" You drawled, running a hand through your hair as you stalked towards him. All caution thrown to the wind, you were on an unparalleled high from days of withdrawal from your powers. Ben stalled and steadied himself against the kitchen counter. "And our baby of course."

"Tonnes, doll, tonnes. Only one for me." Ben quickly tried to assure you, he knew that considering his recent actions, woman or not, you were going to beat his ass, but you just laughed. Usually, he would mock those pussy-ass men who cowered in front of their woman, their bitch. But with the look in your eye, it was just pure survival at this point.

"Those are just words, Ben! Words!" You shouted at him, a hand remaining possessively on your stomach as you continued to walk towards him. "I need more than words Ben, we need more than words. Especially if we're going to get married."

Ben seemed to relax slightly at your concession of a wedding, but he did not at all fall for the bait of a false sense of security. "What do you want?"

"I want them dead. All of them." You responded starkly, your body close to his. Blame the hormones, blame the power rush, but you knew what you wanted. Your mouth then hovered over his ear. "Every bitch that you've bedded, every fling that's screamed your name, I want their head on a goddamn stick, their hearts in a fucking chocolate box. Call it an engagement present."

Ben swallowed thickly and nodded his head, it would be a long list but he was willing to do it, if it meant getting you back, if it meant getting the family he always wanted. You pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes, your head tilting in morbid contentment. Your eyes flickered down to his lips, and you pressed a harsh kiss against his lips. Your arms looping around his neck, your hand tangling in his hair.

Ben seemingly determined to regain some sort of control over the situation, swiped his tongue over your bottom lip before biting it when you didn't grant him access to your mouth. You gasped and allowed it, tugging on his hair violently in acknowledgement of his action. The two of you then engaged in a battle of dominance, that resulted in you getting put on the kitchen counter, thighs spread apart as you felt his hardening cock press against your core. But if Ben thought that he was getting his way, he was wrong.

With a determined shove to his chest, Ben stumbled backwards and looked at you with betrayed eyes. You wiped his saliva from your lip with your thumb and hopped off the counter. Striding towards him before putting a hand on his shoulder and the other grabbing his jaw.

"Sort out the affairs, and until then be grateful that I'm even touching you right now." With that, you released your grip, slapped his cheek lightly and walked off.

"Fucking woman." Ben huffed flipping the table in a fit of anger as he followed your leaving form. The food spilling across the room. You were right, you were always right, and it pissed him off. But that's why he loved you, he supposed, you never gave in to his bullshit beliefs and challenged him at every turn. Which is exactly why he wanted to bend you over, and the fuck the life out of you until all you could say was his name. But that wasn't going to happen until he sorted out those women. Seems like he had some work to get to.

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2anxious2betrue · 2 years

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Happy Marriage: part 2

part 1:https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/2anxious2betrue/687555004390866944?source=share

Summary: Soldier boy is looking for his wife, has anyone seen her? Its been many years, and he has come back ready to have a happy marriage. Too bad she doesn't see it that way.

Warnings: non-con, mean solider boy, DV, the 1970s

I have no idea how to tag people that have asked me to tag them. I am sorry, but I do hope you find this part 2 and enjoy. The new episode was a big shocker for me, specifically the ending. There are no spoilers here, so no worries. Also there might be some grammar mistakes, I did not have anyone look it over. Anyways enjoy :)

Part 2:

Time was running out. You were not certain where Ben was, but you knew that you couldn’t stay put in one place for too long. After seeing the news, you collected yourself and got to work. You gathered all necessary items (clothes, medicine, weapons) into a duffel bag and swung it over your shoulder. It was time to start a new life, again.

You heard a ping from your phone and quickly grabbed it to read the message.

‘523 Mable Ave’

You dropped your phone onto the floor and slammed your foot down on it, successfully cracking and breaking the phone into small pieces.

One final glance at your apartment, and you were out the door. You weren’t attached to the place, but you would miss the scattered memories of not having to look behind your shoulder all the time. It was still bright out when you left, people bustling and walking amongst each other on the streets. Everyone held a certain aura around themselves ever since Soldier Boy appeared again. Even though you continuously saw the repeated videos of Homelander trying to ease the public on the lack of danger, you knew it was a lie. And it seemed that the public wasn’t too convinced with Homelander’s reassurance either.

Taking a turn into an abandoned alleyway, you began your search looking for a specific symbol. Your eyes caught the discreet symbol of a bull on the gray stone wall, and you leaped towards it. Caressing the symbol, this was your way out. Tapping the stone, you could hear that the area was hollowed out. You gave it a slightly harder tap, and the area crumbled apart leaving a small whole. You tossed the rubble away and took out the contents inside. You flipped through it, an ID and passport with a new name but your picture looking right back at you. There was also a one way ticket to Toronto, Canada leaving in a couple of hours.

You looked past your shoulder, making sure no one saw your actions. You stashed everything into your jacket pocket and high tailed out of the location. Back in the crowded streets, you signaled for a taxi driver. After two drove by you, the third finally stopped pulling down his window and asking you where you were going.

You opened the back door and placed your belongings beside you, but before you could shut the door a hand grabbed the door frame. He pulled open the door for his wide body to stand next to yours.

“There you are honey, I’ve been looking all over for you”. Your mind did not register what was happening, but his deep timber voice brought memories to your body. With ease he pushed your body to the side allowing his body to sit in the car. He closed the door behind him.

The taxi driver said something, but you were numb. You did not understand what was going on, this felt unreal. You were certain that you had more time.

You glanced towards him from the corner of your eye, he was dressed casually not in his usual Supe outfit. He told the taxi driver a new location to drive to, and the driver didn’t even question it. You scooted further away from him and slowly moved your hand to open the door.

“Don’t even think about it”. You fully looked at him then, his eyes were staring daggers into yours. His facial features hadn’t changed since the last time you saw him. He looked exactly the same but his aura gave a darker twist than even before.

You gave one small nod of your head to give the allusion of appeasing him. He still thought you were his obedient submissive wife, but times have changed.

You reached for the door handle again and showed it open, flinging the car door towards oncoming traffic. The driver exclaimed loudly, but you didn’t hear the rest of it as you jumped out of the moving car. Your body rolled onto the street, you could feel scratches and bruises already healing as you forced your body to get up and make a run for it.

Cars honked at you, as you ran across the road looking for an escape route. There was no time for you to glance over to see if he was following you but you knew he was. It seemed like anarchy was occurring around you as cars drove into one another and screams filled your ears. Thudding, thumping, and screaming all around you. Everything was too much, and you couldn’t process it all, no ideas were coming to mind other than run faster.

You heard your name being yelled out at you but you didn’t stop.

You wouldn’t stop no matter what, because the alternative would be a much worse faith. The world saw Soldier Boy as a superhero, you saw him for who he truly was. A sociopath.

1971

The room was silent except for the repeated ticking of the clock. Any moment now your husband will come home. This used to bring joy to you but as the years went by, the fame increased, you began to see new and dark sides of him.

First it was Vought’s idea that your marriage should be kept a secret from the public, Ben explained it was for your safety. You agreed, because you didn’t know any better. He truly cared for you, and many people wanted to hurt him, therefore you.

But it didn’t stop there, he would repeatedly come home with blood all over his suits. Your first initial reaction was to be worried for him but he would always smile and say it wasn’t his.

More and more Ben would change but you would find excuses for his actions, after all he saved the world from Nazi’s. Then one day he decided that the outside world was too dangerous for you. He did not want you to leave the house without him. Eventually you weren’t allowed to leave the house at all.

You remembered the day he forcibly injected compound V into your system. He held you the whole night while you were in pain. He rocked you back and forth, whispering reassurance into your ear. He promised things would get better and a bright future would be ahead for the both of you. He exclaimed his love for you.

Now you sit still watching the time tick by waiting for your husband to come home. His words from the past empty promises that were not fulfilled, instead grief overtook you. You knew what lay within your husband and it was not what the public saw, it was not who you married. This person did not care about no one but his own selfish desires, which included you playing the role of a domestic house wife that always obeyed.

The door creaked open but you sat still, not moving an inch.

“Honey, I’m home”

You glanced towards the direction of his voice but refused to get up and greet him. You were tired of it all.

“Honey?”

Silence.

He waited for you to appear, for you to answer, and once he realized he wasn’t going to get it you heard his frustrated sigh.

His sock clad feet made thudding sounds on the wood floor as he approached you. You could feel his eyes on you as he made his way, he stopped behind you.

“When will you learn”

He grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked it back. Your head jerked with his harsh movement, and you were forced to look up at him. He sneered down at you.

“I give and I give, and this is the thanks I get?” He gestured with his other arm. “All that I ask is for you to be a good wife, don’t I deserve that?” He questioned.

Tears began to blur your eyesight, the pain from his grip intensifying as the seconds went by. You didn’t answer him, closing your eyes allowing the tears to trickle down your cheeks.

“Stop being such a crybaby”.

His grip on your hair tightened more and he finally swung you over from the couch, you landed harshly on your back.

“Aw baby, that’s ok. I’m here”. His deep voice was mocking you, as he straddled your waist. His heavy weight prevented you from sitting up. You groaned from the impact, the throbbing in your head slowly disappearing.

His hand reached towards your cheek, tracing the soft flesh down to your throat. Goosebumps littered your skin, his touch used to bring joy and pleasure, now you weren’t sure what feelings you held towards him.

You lifted your right hand towards him, and with your full force pushed him away from you. He stumbled off of you allowing a small opportunity of escape from his assault. You turned your body and crawled your way away from him. Your freedom was short lived, he grabbed your foot and pulled you back towards him.

He clicked his tongue. “Honey, where do you think you’re going?”

He wrestled you back into the previous position, with him straddling your body down to the floor. This time he also had your hands pinned to the side. His face was hovering above yours, his eyes looking deep into you.

Shutting your eyes, you no longer wanted to look at him. You wanted to escape from this horrible reality but he wouldn’t allow you. You felt his breath on your face as he leaned closer to you and locked your lips together. His lips were rough against yours, a punishing move.

You didn’t respond to his actions, so he bit your bottom lip drawing blood. He suckled at the wound and caressed your lip with the tip of his tongue. A reluctant moan escaped you, as he moved his right hand away from your wrist to your breasts.

His movements were both gentle and demanding. None of his actions were to bring you pleasure, he was doing this to punish you. To punish for your actions and remind you where your place was.

He groaned into your mouth as you felt his length harden against you, he began to move his hips against you causing friction. He pulled his lips away from yours, and looked at his work. You were laying breathless beneath him, hair tousled, lips swollen, and reluctantly extremely aroused.

He smirked down at you.

“My little slut”.

You turned your head away from him, but he grabbed your chin back to look at him.

“Are you going to be a good or naughty girl today?”

You refused to answer him.

“I like it when you're naughty”.

He let go of your chin, but abruptly leaned towards your ear and whispered. “My naughty slut is going to be punished today”. His breath tickled your skin as his tongue darted out and licked the bottom of your earlobe before biting it harshly.

You tried to shove him away from you but this time he didn’t budge. More tears built at the corner of your eyes as he wouldn’t let you go.

“Ben please”

He put more pressure on your body as he leaned his own body on yours, even with your enhanced strength you were no match to him.

“Please stop”

His tongue made a trail down your jaw, to your neck, and trailed kisses around your collarbone. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“I love you baby.”

His baritone voice whispered into you.

“I-I love you too”. Your voice was a small whimper compared to his. Even through all his actions, your response wasn’t a lie. You truly did love him, and you despised yourself for that.

“I love you so much that I would do anything for you. I would kill everyone on this earth, just so I could be alone with you”.

“I know”.

He pushed his body up and stood on both his feet looking down at you. His movement finally allowed you freedom to move, you too got up from your position. Standing straight, you waited for his next move, never knowing what was truly going on in his head.

He moved away from you and back to the couch, sitting down and spreading his legs.

“Come here”

“Why”

“Don’t be fucking stupid” He rolled his eyes and gestured for you to come to him. “It's time for your punishment”.

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In the Dark

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Summary: You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

AN: Another story for the BMD-verse! This was requested by @sl33pylilbunny. It’s set in the six-month time gap after Part 17 and before the Epilogue of Break Me Down.

Word Count: 1,500 Tags/Warnings: Angst, traumatic memories, hurt/comfort and feels.

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The building was falling apart.

You couldn’t remember why, but you were deep in a labyrinth. The only way out was further down, into what felt like an immense basement, wading through debris and pieces of the ceiling threatening to crush you at every turn.

You hadn’t stopped running and your lungs were on fire. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears. You had an iron grip on your friend’s wrist, so you wouldn’t lose her or her son in the chaos.

“Keep going,” you told them. “We’re getting out.”

A hand on your shoulder stopped you from moving forward.

And three shots rang out. You ducked and took your friend down with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

You woke with a sharp inhale.

Your eyes blinked wide and bleary in a pitch black room. You couldn’t see, but you could still hear your wild heartbeat echoing between your ears.

The more you blinked, the more your eyes adjusted. You could make out the familiarity of your bedroom. While you tried to calm your breathing, you turned onto your side, slowly.

You found Ben, asleep.

His mouth was parted as he breathed. His hair had fallen over his brows in sleep. You almost smiled…but you weren’t quite able to.

You carefully brushed the stray locks away from his forehead. Then you slid out of bed so you wouldn’t disturb him.

This had become your habit over the past couple of weeks since moving into this new apartment. You loved it, but it was hard for you to stay comfortable at night.

Though I don’t think that’s the apartment’s fault, you thought wryly. No, it was just your fucked mental health.

Shaking your head at yourself, you went down to the kitchen and made yourself some chamomile tea. That was Step 1.

Step 2 was sitting on the couch with your laptop and your headphones. You kept yourself up with YouTube videos and answering work emails. By now, they knew not to ask why you were sending them at three in the morning.

This time, however, you made a mistake.

Instead of going back to bed and lying awake for another hour until your alarm went off…you fell asleep on the couch.

You must’ve been more exhausted than you thought.

The next time you woke, it was to the odd sensation of floating. Or rather, being carried. You blinked up at Ben, whose brows were already furrowed.

“Hey,” you said, a bit sheepishly.

He didn’t answer you, nor did he set you down until he’d walked you back into the bedroom and laid you down on your side of the bed. It was still dark in the room, which meant you couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour or so.

Ben slipped back into bed, and you turned toward him under the covers.

You felt bad about waking him up. He had his own bouts of insomnia, but it had been starting to get better, ever since you two moved in together permanently a couple of months ago.

You scooted closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder when he shifted onto his back. His arm came down around your waist, a comfortable weight that made you feel more secure.

“When was the last time you slept through the night?” he asked.

You breathed in deeply…and you let it out.

“I don’t know,” you replied.

He paused for a moment. Then he hummed in understanding. His hand moved slowly up and down your back.

You closed your eyes, but he still fell back asleep before you did.

Both of you had to work in the morning. Ben watched you out of the corner of his eye as you got ready for the day.

He’d been waiting for you to come to him with whatever was on your mind, but you were keeping it to yourself. He didn’t push you. You were smart, and whatever you needed to work out, he would let you deal with it your way, as you so often did.

It didn’t seem to affect how you did your job. At Supe Affairs, no one was the wiser. They didn’t know about the concealer covering the bags under your eyes, or that you were adding a couple shots of espresso to your usual latte every morning.

No, the fun came long after your day was done. After you had showered and dressed for bed, with a silent undercurrent of anxiety hovering in the back of your mind.

Another night, another pain in your ass.

You kept your eyes open for as long as you could, but at 2:00 a.m., you couldn’t take it anymore.

The darkness claimed you.

Three shots rang out. You ducked and took Yvette with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

Jon, your father, had a gloved fist punched through his chest cavity.

You watched with wide eyes as Black Noir revoked his arm from your father’s body with a wet, horrific sound. You gasped when Jon fell to his knees.

But to your shock, the supe glanced right past you, Yvette, and Devon. His pale gray eyes focused on only the men in the room. He then strode forward and began picking them off one by one.

You shakily pointed out a large aisle of A-Train merchandise for your friend to hide behind. Yvette pulled her son in that direction, while you went to your father where he laid on the ground.

With difficulty, you rolled him onto his back. You then laid a hand on his shoulder, while the other hovered over his chest. Blood pooled through the gaping chasm in his Vought-issued black jacket.

Your lower lip trembled, and you realized then that you were crying as he struggled for breath. Even after everything he’d done to you—to your family—it still hurt you to see him like this…to know that he was dying.

And there was no time. Not to save him, or for resolution…

“Dad,” you tried, but he stopped you. His brows were furrowed with pain, but he gripped your wrist tight.

“Run,” he said. He held on for a moment or two longer, but when the light faded from his eyes, you closed yours.

Your eyes wrenched open when a hand gripped your throat.

It was Black Noir, brandishing a katana between your eyes.

“…ake up.”

Words that just barely registered as you sucked in shallow breaths.

A solid pair of arms were caging you, and you instinctively fought the hold, uttering a whimper.

“Hey,” he said firmly. “It’s me.”

You gasped and finally found Ben’s face in the dark of the room. You heaved for breath as you stared up at him.

Despite your relief, tears brimmed in your eyes. Your grip tightened on his arms as your lips trembled. You opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sob.

Ben slid onto his side instead of looming above you. He guided you more securely into his arms, and you let yourself rest against his chest. You buried your face there and wept.

His fingers sorted through your hair as he tried to calm you.

“I’ve got you,” he rumbled.

Your body was exhausted. Your chest was filled with anxiety, the remnants of fear, and frustration at yourself, that you couldn’t just get over this.

But you felt his lips at the crown of your head. The sound of his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek drowned out the sound of your rapid one, and it served to steady you too. Your hand splayed against his chest, connecting you with his warm skin.

You began to calm in his arms.

“I see my father die every night,” you whispered.

Finally, you admitted the things you hadn’t been able to for weeks.

“Black Noir, Vought crumbling, trying to find you,” you said, even though your voice was shaking. “Everything, all over again…except I never make it out.”

Ben let out a deep sigh. He nodded, his lips still brushing against your forehead.

“It’s just a dream,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not.”

He could concede to that. He didn’t know what else to say to you though. All he could think to do was hold you a bit tighter.

“It’ll fade,” he said eventually. “Give it time.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. A few tears fell through, but he brushed those away from your cheek.

When you were able to look up at him again, you asked him, “Has it all faded for you?”

Part of you already knew what he might say. As a result, you expected the way he hesitated.

“You know the answer to that,” he said. His fingers continued to sift through your hair, and you breathed easier at the pleasant sensation.

“They’re like battle wounds,” he continued. “They’ll just become scars.”

That wasn’t anything new for you, he knew. You’d had scars long before he met you.

You seemed to let his words sink in though. You nodded and pressed a kiss to his chest; a wordless thank you.

“Close your eyes,” he said, low and steady.

You hesitated, but you did as he said. You closed your eyes.

And when your breathing gentled into the deep calm of sleep, Ben allowed himself to try and do the same.

AN: And there we have it. Short and angsty lol. But I can't write angst without a little hurt/comfort. 💚💚

I hope you liked this!

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sweetbuckybarnes · 5 months

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Who is This? - Bucky x Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken after the telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!

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Bucky followed Sam and Zemo into a loud bar, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home, why had Zemo demanded he go back to being the Winter Soldier (even if it was one night)?

The sound of heavy drums and guitars also deafened his hearing, a song he had come to learn was The Wild Boy by a band called Duran Duran. A few bartenders and waitresses were walking around, there was only one who stuck out to him - a dark-haired young woman who reminded him too much of his departed wife.

His heart breaks even more, thinking of the woman he had left behind, his girl. The love of his life. Bucky doesn't think he will ever 'get over' her.

The way the young woman walked, carrying a tray of empty glasses (before being tossed an empty bottle by a patron), was so similar to the way his girl walked in the hole-in-the-wall diner she worked in.

She wasn't quick enough to duck under the bar before they got to the door leading upstairs (which was coincidentally next to the bar), Zemo was talking to the bouncer. "Excuse me, gentlemen," the young woman said, squeezing between the back of Zemo and the front of Bucky. Which is when he got a good look at her face.

There she was.

His girl. His wife.

He couldn't even say anything to her, as he was taken upstairs and away from his girl. He could only hope he would be allowed back in at the end of the night to see her.

Y/N Barnes made her way behind the bar, glancing up at the TV where the Kansas City Chiefs were currently playing the Buffalo Bills at Arrowhead Stadium, then down at her phone which showed the live score of the Dodgers game against the San Francisco Giants.

She had been a long-time Dodgers girl, even after she found out they had moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Yasmine asked, pushing a dry Martini in front of a 26-year-old woman.

Y/N looked up from the glasses she was putting in the dishwasher. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"One of the men who went upstairs. The way he was looking at you," Yasmine fans her hand for dramatic effect. "I would drop my panties for him in a millisecond."

"Like you don't do that every night."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and served the next half-drunk who had come to the bar.

"Don't listen to her," Anastasia told her, rolling her eyes as Yasmine flirted with her current flavour of the week.

"It's not often I do, darling," Y/N replied, fiddling with Anastasia's curls for a second, before spotting a patron. "What can I get for you, darling?"

He hung off the bar, obviously far too drunk to understand what was going on. "Another beer and your phone number," he slurred.

She shook her head, reaching over and grabbing him another beer. As far as the boss of the bar (whoever that was) was concerned unless they were unconscious- why should you stop serving them? Y/N thought it wasn't right, but no matter how often she voiced this - she was shut down.

She set the beer in front of him and then went to the register to add it to his bill (good thing she currently has his credit card behind the bar).

"Oi, sweet cheeks!" He calls, but Y/N doesn't pay attention looking over at Yasmine and Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks! I asked for your number."

Y/N replied by simply raising her hand proudly displaying her engagement and wedding rings to the drunk. It was only a small diamond (given Bucky worked on the docks before he was deployed), and the plain band she inherited from her great-grandmother.

"What's the matter with that 'un?" He hiccups. "He got you costume jewellery or somethin'?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm going into the back for a moment," she tells Aidan.

Little did the drunk patron know, all those years ago, this was the date she was handed the telegraph - putting in such blunt words. Her James was missing, they presumed him to be dead. It breaks her heart that they never got to have a proper funeral.

"You alright, honey?" Elizabeth (another one of the waitresses) asked, she had been outside on her break. Elizabeth was the only one who knew her true age and about her James.

"It's the day I found out James was missing," Y/N said, before bursting into more tears.

Elizabeth wrapped Y/N up in a hug, everyone oblivious to the fact that Y/N's presumed dead husband was now running through the bar, flocked by Sam and Zemo, and into the alley behind the bar.

When Bucky was sure Zemo, Sam and Sharon were asleep, he slipped out of the safe house and into the night - determined to find out if the woman he saw in the bar was that of his (presumably? should be?) dead wife.

He eventually made his way to the front door of the bar, the bouncers had long since gone home. He could see lights on in the building and just about make out words being spoken thanks to the Super Soldier serum running through his veins.

He grasped the handle and gave it a push, the door hadn't been locked, as it gave beneath the slight push.

He could see three young women sitting on the bar, a man who was counting the money from the register and another man who was dancing.

The young woman sitting closest to the bar, had golden curls hanging around her head. "Mark, you didn't lock the door!"

The man dancing, Mark, looked over at Bucky, eyes widening when he saw the size of Bucky. "I say we just serve him, then lock the door behind him."

As the bartenders and waitress argued amongst themselves, Bucky's eyes never left the woman in the middle. It looked as if she had been crying. "Babydoll?"

The woman stopped giggling, tipping her head back to normal and looked at him, before dropping her glass as tears welled up in her eyes. "James?"

The curly-haired woman gasped, setting her glass down and giving Y/N a push off the bar.

Bucky held his arms out to catch her as her feet landed on the floor. He couldn't stop looking at her big eyes, he'd always loved her big expressive eyes. He always knew how she was feeling by just a look in her eyes.

"James? Is that you?" Her hand came out slowly, and shakily, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her.

"Hi, babydoll," Bucky smiled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, a heavy sob held tightly in his chest at the moment in time. As soon as her fingers met his skin, Bucky let out a heavy sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. Y/N's arms dug themselves away from his chest and up around his neck before her hand soon started fiddling with his hair.

The couple stood there for a moment, finally finding their slice of peace. Some came barging into the bar, and the dark-haired woman who had been sitting on the other side of Y/N practically demanded Mark lock the door before the Hounds of Baskerville came in.

Y/N was so happy to finally have her James back in her arms, but there was a whirling sound she couldn't let go. "What's that noise?"

Bucky looked from his wife to his arm and back to his bride. "I'll explain everything to you later, but... I lost my arm, and I now have a prosthetic one," he tells her, letting go of her for a moment so he could take his glove off and show her the black and gold Vibranium one he had made.

"Ok, James. It's a good thing you gave me this," she reached beneath her top and pulled a ring out from beneath, hanging from a chain. "Before you were deployed."

Bucky smiled, cupping her face so he could kiss her. Bucky pulled away chuckling a little. "Babydoll, will you please put my ring back on?"

She reached behind her to unclasp the chain, and slid Bucky's band off, "if it doesn't fit we'll get it resized."

"I don't care what size it is, as long as you put my ring back where it belongs," Bucky almost growled, a piece of him falling back into place with the ring back on his finger.

The next morning - Sam, Zemo and Sharon came into the living room, seeing Bucky sleeping on the sofa (Sam was expecting this, after being told by Steve), however, there was a lump lying next to Bucky they didn't recognise.

Sam slowly makes his way over, gently easing down the thick blanket lying over Bucky and the lump.

Lying there, practically on top of the 'bionic staring machine' was a young woman.

"Did he somehow pick up a girl?" Sam whispered. Sam and Sharon were trying to be quiet - however, Zemo (who didn't care) started clattering around the kitchen, causing Bucky to wake up in a start, which then caused the young woman to look up with tired owl-like eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

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It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 6 ] || [ Chapter 8 ]

Pairing: Price x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.8K~ cw: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. oral (m!receiving). sex (protected). Unspecified age gap. John is a little selfish. Also: the boys aren't very happy. Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: tried my best to keep the smut as gender neutral as possible!

Chapter 7: Getting Laid!!

Last night, you and John stumbled in the door of your flat with your lips pressed together.

You swore that was something only happened in romcoms, when the main character and her rival/best-friend/ex/a stranger met at the bar, got drunk, and somehow stumbled in the door and did it right on the kitchen table or whatever.

Nope.

Nope. It happened.

He had his arms wrapped around your torso, one snugly around your hip/lower waist, the other running up over your spine, with his hand sinking into your hair.

He tossed his foot back, knocking the door closed with a donkey kick as your hands struggled to untuck his stupid maroon button-up.

Instead of fumbling with the buttons, he ripped it off himself, a few of the buttons popping off and being sent flying around the room. He shrugged it off himself before guiding you over the living room sofa.

The flat was a mess, you had tried to tell him, because you weren’t expecting to bring him (or anyone, ever) back here. But that wasn’t a concern at that moment.

John fell on top of you on the couch, his hands already ripping your shirt off and throwing it somewhere it wouldn’t get in the way (you’d come to find it behind your flatscreen tv).

His fingers kneaded and caressed your torso, squeezing at your waist as his mouth slide away from yours, over your jaw, and down to your neck, biting down onto it and sucking at the skin like it was his to mark.

Your hands found the back of his white crewneck and you pulled it off, momentarily getting him tangled in it, before you tossed it on the floor.

You barely had a moment to feast your eyes on the sight of his bare torso before he was slipping your boots off and then dragging your jeans off your legs… Like a rabid animal, primal and hungry.

You caught glimpses of his figure as he raised your leg and peppered kisses from your ankle, wet tongue jotting out to lick up your thigh toward your underwear.

He’s strong but soft, the owner of large pecks and a warm belly, both covered in thick, dark, coarse hair, that disappear in a happy trail under his jeans.

You pull his face toward yours, locking your lips into a deep kiss again, your tongues finding each other as he holds himself up over you. Pulling away from the kiss, you looked at him. “Flip over…” You whispered.

He didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing you around the waist again and hurling you up as he shifted to sit down on the couch, thighs spread to accommodate the growing bulge in his jeans.

You knelt between his legs, nimble fingers undoing his belt and immediately tugging the dark fabric away from his thick thighs. He groaned in relief as he watched you struggle with his boots for a moment before you succeeded in getting it all off him.

His hand palmed at his hardened cock, eyelids droopy as your hands ran up his legs, feeling the hair in them, and sometimes catching the little bumps and scars of past injuries, some of them discreet, some of them obvious and particularly gnarly. Some of them could rival some of his Simon’s.

You tugged down his boxers briefs, allowing his cock to spring free. It’s uncut, long and decently thick, and his hair is neatly trimmed. The head peeks out just a bit, showing how red and angry it is, the whole length throbbing, needy for your touch.

Your eyes locked onto his, spotting that it wasn’t just his cock that was needy. He looked at you like a starved man about to have a meal. Barely restrained, his jaw clenched, fists tightened shut, the muscles on his thighs taut with anticipation.

You ran your tongue over your palm before wrapping it around his cock, hearing him hiss and throw his head back as you started stroking it. Your other hand slowly, carefully, pulled back the hood of his cock before you wrapped your lips and tongue around it, gingerly sliding it further into your mouth.

You could’ve sworn John was going to have an aneurysm. “Fuckin’ hell… That’s it…” He grunted and huffed consecutively as he tensed up a bit, bucking his hips upward to meet your mouth.

“F-Fuck… That’s it…” He grumbled under his breath as he looked down at you. John had been with plenty of people, but something about the way you looked on your knees with his cock steadily slipping down your throat, got him in a way no one else did.

“Jesus… Fuckin’... Christ…” He dipped his head back as your tongue drew circles around him before you swallowed him deeper, breathing steadily through your nose so as to not choke.

“God… Been… B-Been a while since I got… Christ-” He grunted again, one hand shooting up to grip the back of your neck as he slowly rocked his cock into your mouth, beads of precum drooling over your tongue.

“C’mere.” He demanded as he pulled you back from his cock and up to your feet. He grabbed hold of his jeans from the floor, in search of his wallet and pulled out a whole sheet of condoms which was folded neatly inside, He stuck them between his lips before he stood.

Grabbing hold of you, he walked you across your flat, making use of the sitting room lights to navigate the hall into the bedroom, and dropped you onto your bed. He tossed the condoms aside and his lips crashed into yours, lips parted so that your tongues found each other.

His hands grabbed hold of your underwear and tugged it off, sending it flying across the room while he grabbed hold of the condoms and ripped off one, rough fingers search struggling to open the foil, before he finally succeeded and slipped it on.

“You good?” He checked on you, eyes locked on yours as he slotted himself between your legs, kneeling in front of you and adjusting you to fit him. One leg wrapped around his waist, the other over the bend of his elbow to keep you spread open for him.

“Yeah.” You replied, immediately feeling him rub the leaking head of his cock against your entrance, allowing the lube of the condom to lubricate you just a bit.

It had been ages since you had last gotten laid, a miserable consequence of your ex-boyfriend, Ethan, and one of the main reasons you had broken up. Sex with him, much like your relationship, was dead and unfulfilling.

You felt John push his way inside, slotting himself in the warmth and snugness of your body as you squealed, your head falling back onto the bed. He grunted some incoherent praise, or what you assume was praise, his fingers digging into the extra fat on your legs to keep him steady enough.

He leaned over you, one closed fist on either side of your head, curling you onto yourself and allowing him easier access to thrust into you. Slow, torturously slowly, his cock stretching you and forcing you to accomodate him.

“Fuckin’ hell… So fuckin’ good…” He groaned, eyes closing and mouth falling open as he threw his hips down against yours. It was slow and considerate, but the way he huffed and grunted told you it was already too much for him.

But John was a man of focus. He uncurled his fists in order to grip your bed covers and squeeze them tight as his hips bounced off yours, his weeping girth always burying itself to the hilt before he pulled back again, making sure to bottom out every time.

You whimpered and moaned, eyes screwed closed and a shiver running down your spine every time the bouncy cock plunged into you, the upward tilt of it making sure to drag dangerously slowly across the one spot in your body that caused your mind to go blank, stars prickling in the corners of your eyes.

“F-Fuck… John…” You sighed as he kept the torturously slow pace, somehow driving you crazy just as much as he would while pounding you into oblivion.

“Yeah… that’s it. Moan my name, love.” He ordered as he leaned closer.

“J-John…” You cried out softly as his hips stuttered lightly, causing him to bury himself deep twice in a row.

“I know, darling. I know.” He grumbled. “You haven’t gotten properly shagged in a while, have you?” He taunted a bit. “Haven’t either, sweet thing…” He added.

His hands grabbed your jaw on either side, his thumbs hooked onto your cheeks, the remaining fingers slipping under and around your ears, nails digging lightly into your scalp.

“I’ll make sure to make it last as long as possible, hm?” He added as he kissed at your lips, sucking your bottom lip between his lightly.

John was in a much better mood when he sat down for breakfast at the mess hall with Ghost, Gaz and Soap. He actually greeted them with a ‘Good morning’, his tray was piled high with food and his hair was wet from a recent shower.

The other three were looking at him with raised brows and intrigued glances, even if Ghost was trying to be discreet about them. They could read between the lines to know he had gotten lucky with you the night before, so they didn’t need to ask questions they knew the answers to.

Instead, they exchanged glances and kept eating their breakfasts… All except for Simon, who was simply drinkin a cup of breakfast tea.

“I don’t think it’s fair.” Soap ended up saying as Price was halfway through shoveling a hash brown into his mouth.

“What isn’t, Soap?” Price asked, eyes narrowed in confusion, and brows scrunched.

“We all matched ‘em on Tinder and didn’t get more than a ‘I’ll think about meetin’ up with you’.” The younger sergeant explained halfway through chewing his bite of sausage. “You meet with ‘em, get a shag… And we did all the work for it.” He added. “But when it comes to us ourselves, they don’t want us.” He complained.

“What are we gonna do?” Gaz complained. “Maybe they just like older men…” He said with a shrug. “Sucks but there’s other people out there.” He adds while drinking his orange juice.

“Are you seriously going to call dibs on the fact you saw ‘em before Price?” Ghost said in surprise.

“I’m just saying!” Soap grunted and shoveled some more scrambled eggs into his mouth.

“Learn to take rejection with class, MacTavish. It’s going to happen to you more and more often as you get older.” Ghost quipped.

“Awa' an' bile yer heid!” Soap scoffed and flipped the middle finger at Ghost.

Meanwhile, the Captain was giving them all a look, while staying silent, seeming amused by their antics and a little by their jealousy. He could tell that despite the fact Gaz and Ghost had disagreed with Soap, their eyebrows were also furrowed in contemplation.

So, he simply turned off to the side and drank from his own tea with a smug smirk on his lips.

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Can you write something for Sephiroth(pre-nibelheim) or Astarion? Your work is absolutely fantastic btw I’m in love with it ❤️❤️❤️

Not So Subtle

pairing : sephiroth x female!reader

summary : you have a teenage girl level crush on him, that you and zack talk (very loudly) about when you think no one can hear. but he does.

a/n : this takes place pre-nibelheim so everyone is happy and well! in honour of ff7 rebirth :)

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” You snap your jaw shut, eyes moving to glare at the young, dark haired boy who has decided to break your daydream.

“It wasn’t even open.” He plops down beside you, shoulder touching yours.

“Mhm.. and you weren’t drooling over our superior.”

“Your superior,” you correct, eyebrow lifted with pointed sarcasm. If you could stick your tongue out at him, without it seeming childish to everyone around you, you would.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t a first class soldier either,” He points out, amused. Your elbow makes contact with his arm, and his hand reaches to cover the area as he laughs.

Zack was younger than you, though he certainly never acted like there was an age gap. In his mind, you were the same age as him in some way or another. You had always trained together so you felt much closer in age even though you were at least 3 years older than him. At times, he felt like a younger brother to you.

Even more so when he found out you had a crush on the man he spent everyday training beside. Constant teasing, constant threats to spill your secrets, constant blackmail. You couldn’t even count the amount of times he had used your crush to his advantage on one hand.

There was a time you had to put your foot down and tell him no more, cause it was wrong of course. But also mostly cause you were running out of money to buy his silence.

“Yeah but I'm older, closer to his age. So I don't have to talk to him like I'm below him, unlike some people.”

“Can you even talk to him?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you sitting here staring..?”

“He’s training..”

“Mhm.” The look on his face tells you he’s not convinced. Right now, it was the truth, Sephiroth was swinging his sword in the domed combat simulator, glass walls clear enough for you to see through. So the excuse of not being able to talk to him, out of fear of being sliced in half by his giant sword, was plausible.

But any other time that you had sat staring at him, making no effort to speak to him, rendered that excuse inapplicable.

“Shut it..” You push his shoulder with your elbow once more, and he snorts out a laugh.

“I don’t get why you can’t just talk to him..”

“Of course you don’t.. because you're obviously blind. Or you’ve been hit in the head one too many times in combat training.” You turn your gaze away from Zack to look back through the glass enclosing Sephiroth.

His hair is tied up, hanging loosely against his back. It’s a rare sight, so you indulge yourself and stare a second longer than you should. It’s so relaxed, you think, compared to the seriousness of always having it pristinely down. There are stray hairs, flyaways, falling from the hair tie and hanging against his face. It’s unkempt, a nice contrast to his seemingly perfect lifestyle.

He swings his sword with calculated grace, a grace that you (or Zack for that matter) had yet to achieve. The control he held over his blade was impeccable, it never slipped or moved from his hold even when his hands were moving faster than his body could keep up with. Just another thing that had to be perfect in his life.

“How could I ever speak to him and not make a fool out of myself? For one, he’s first class, I'd totally ruin my chances of making first class if I said something totally outrageous. And knowing me, my mind would be so jumbled, I wouldn't even realize the words had left my mouth before he put me on some kind of ‘do not promote’ list.”

“Oh so.. the only reason you won’t talk to him is because you're worried about making first class? Not.. I don’t know, maybe, the 12-year-old-girl-level crush you have on him.” Your hand slaps over his lips, eyes scanning around you. For the most part, no one looks at the two of you, and you figure the ones that are looking are doing so because of your hand covering Zacks blabbermouth.

“Would you shut it?” Even with your hand covering his mouth, he manages to laugh at your widened eyes. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes are a dead giveaway of his amusement. You remove your hand with a pointed look, one that says ‘keep it down’ in a far more subtle way than a hand over his face.

“You’re so lucky you’re younger than me.”

“More like so lucky you don’t want to make your boyfriend angry. Besides, you know I’m stronger than you.”

“Mhm..” You roll your eyes, and with a sigh, you turn back to face Sephiroth. He stands still now and you realize all of the practice dummies have been broken. From your position, he doesn't even seem to have broken a sweat, even though he’s been in there for over an hour. His sword lies on the ground, thrown without care.

Even with Zack beside you, and the silent teasing that exudes from his body, your eyes remain trained on Sephiroth. You realize it’s childish, to stare and never approach, but the idea of even standing next to him is enough to intimidate you.

He runs his hand over his back, pulling the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to fall against his shoulders once more. He turns, presumably to leave the combat simulated, and his eyes meet yours through the glass. You knew your staring wasn’t subtle, it had never been before, but you had never expected to get caught. You had never been caught.

You turn your head away so fast that Zack almost flinches, probably thinking you were going to hit him again.

“Jesus,” he looks at you with confusion, “What’s the problem?”

“He saw me.”

“What?”

“He saw me! Through the glass! He totally caught me staring at him..” You stare at Zack with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, before you head falls into your lap in shame.

“Would you relax? I guarantee he doesn’t care or he didn’t even see you. Maybe he was just looking at his reflection.”

You look back towards Sephiroth to see him leaving through the doors of the dome, and then you turn back to Zack with a pitiful whine.

“This is so pathetic…”

“I agree,” he smiles when you shoot him a glare, “Just talk to him.”

“Talk to who?” A deep voice sounds from beside you, higher up than where you sit. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, and Zack's expression is enough to confirm your suspicion about who stands next to you.

You turn your head to face Sephiroth, and he stares at you expectantly. You think you catch the slightest smirk building on the corner of his lips, but you also think you might just be trying to make yourself feel better. Standing, nowhere close to his height, you hold your hands up. Zack takes this as his sign to stand too.

“Nobody! Angeal!” You fumble out words, trying to throw out a name before he grows suspicious.

“Well which is it, nobody? or Angeal?”

“Angeal. Yeah! Angeal, so.. um.. I should probably go find him.”

“It just so happens that I have to find Angeal too, allow me to join you.”

You want to throw the nearest chair at Zack, curse him for speaking so loudly. And you curse yourself for not thinking of an excuse in a reasonable time frame, so you just nod, and excuse yourself from Zack.

He gives you a pitiful smile, and when you turn to look behind you for support one last time as you walk away he gives you a thumbs up. His face contradicts his hands, and he seems like he’s in a far less teasing mood.

“Whatever you have to say to him, it must be important.”

“Hm?” You tilt your head up and to the side to look at Sephiroth, you’ve been walking together for a few minutes now, mostly silently.

“You're walking fast.” You shrug your shoulders and continue walking.

At least until your steps are interrupted by him stepping in front of you.

“Is there a problem?”

“What? Of course not!” He practically glares down at you, arms crossed over his muscular chest. You can see the outline of his defined chest muscles through the straps of his top. And you realize you're practically drooling over him, right in front of him so you force your eyes to meet his once more. But his glare is replaced by a smirk, and amusement in his eyes.

“I see now..”

“See what?”

“Really? Do you think you’re subtle?” Your face flushes and once again you want the floor to open up and consume you whole, but you're stuck here.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Step back, you scream at yourself, but he moves closer and it’s impossible to move your feet. They feel like lead underneath you, not even giving way to a small shuffle backwards.

“No?” His hand reaches up to rest on your cheek, it's gentle, far gentler than you would’ve expected. But the way his fingers tense against your skin has you feeling fuzzy, “You think I don’t notice the way you stare? Hm?”

He stares at you, thumb moving to the other side of your chin, holding your face in his hand. He maneuvers your face, moving it however he likes. You realize he’s examining the flush in your cheeks, the way your lips part like you want to say something. His tongue gives a humiliating click when your lips close, and the words are lost.

“I hear you, when you talk to Zack,” he stops his movement, stilling your face to look directly at him, “You’ve never been a quiet girl. Why are you so quiet now?”

When you don’t respond his eyebrows scrunch, its subtle and almost missable because it’s gone in seconds. He’s not satisfied by your silence.

Sephiroth bends his shoulders, moving closer to your face, “Although, I suppose you’ve never been very talkative around me.” He moves closer still, swerving his nose to the side of your face until he’s able to speak in your ear, “That’s not very nice. You might hurt my feelings if you keep ignoring me.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out meekly, you're honestly not even sure it’s audible at first but he laughs quietly, breath fanning on your ear. His other hand, the one that doesn’t hold your face, reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before he pulls away. The breath that leaves your body is almost embarrassing.

“What’re you sorry for, hm?” He stares expectantly down at you, eyes never leaving yours.

“F…for ignoring you.”

“So you ignore me?”

“No!”

“So you’re lying?” You shake your head as much as you can within the hold of his fingers, “Then what are you sorry for?”

“For not talking to you.”

“And why don’t you talk to me, I'm sure you know it’s rude to stare and never speak to someone.”

“Because..” His grip loosens, hand moving back to your cheek, thumb resting on your cheek bone.

“Because why? Cmon use your voice, the one you use to talk about me with Zack.”

You stare up at him pitifully, and the way words fumble from your mouth has you wanting to throw up, “Because I have this stupid crush on you, and I can't talk to you without getting nervous. I know it’s stupid and I should have told you sooner so you could reject me and I could move on and I never meant to offend you or-”

You hadn’t realized he had gotten so close until his nose touches yours, top lip brushing against yours as he tips your chin up towards him. Your words fall flat on your tongue when you meet his eyes, or rather when you see his eyes that are focused on your lips.

“Offend me.. that’s sweet..” He’s so close to you, that every word has his lips brushing against your own again and again.

“Sephiroth..?” You suppress the urge to move the tiniest bit forward so your lips can fully meet his. And you're sure your face is impossibly red.

“You should’ve told me about this ‘stupid’ crush sooner, such a foolish girl. May I?” You're confused, what is he asking for? His eyes flicker up to yours before moving back to your lips. When you realize what he means you nod your head perhaps too eagerly.

Slowly, to tease, his lips press against yours, palm pressing into the skin of yours to keep you in place. Eyes fluttering closed, your hands find his chest, silently screaming about the position you’ve found yourself in.

His lips overpower yours in every regard, moving languidly against you. His other hand reaches up to the free side of your face, fingers tickling the skin on your neck and thumb resting on your jaw.

When he pulls away you can only look at him with half lidded eyes, dazed.

Al he does is chuckle, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and patting your head. One hand holds the back of your head, leaning down to kiss your temple, before stepping behind you, “Don’t be so shy from now on. Maybe we’ll end up here again.”

His steps echo through the empty hall as he walks away.

“Wait… wait.. I thought you had to go see Angeal?” You turn, taking one step in his direction, then stopping yourself in your tracks hesitantly.

“I didn’t. And I know you didn’t either.” He only turns his cheek towards you to speak and then continues on down the hallway, tall and brooding.

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