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deanoheartspie · 1 year

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No, No don't look at me with those eyes

Pairing: Butchers sister reader x Soldier boy

Warnings: Slight Smut, arguing, Dry humping, nicknames

A/n: This was Requested! I ain't the best at smut but I try lol, so I hope this is alright.

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“What the hell was that? You were supposed to help me not injure me” You shout as you cross your arms, laying back on the dusty couch in the motel room. Butcher didn't know that the green-eyed supe had injured you, you simply lied when you got asked.

'Soldier boy' or Ben, but the two of you haven't gotten on a first-name basis not quite yet was pacing around the room running his finger through his hair. “I didn't mean to. The kid who's always sucking your brother's dick distracted me”

You raise a brow, “Hughie?”

“I don't fucking know, I think so? Anyways I think I know how to help you feel better princess” The sudden nickname, caused you to look at him confused with a faint blush displayed right on your cheeks.

That little action, only caused Soldier boys ego to grow and get more confident as he picked you up sitting you down on his lap, while he was careful with your Injured wrist. He lifts your long t-shirt pulling it off, revealing your lace Bra and pantie set. “Well damn Princess” Licking his lips, he pulls you into a long deep kiss as his hands travel down.

You grind against his leg, trying to gain some friction. Letting little moans slip out, as the older man grabbed at your hips, moving you quicker against his thigh. “Never thought you'd be such a dirty girl” He smirks as he leaves love bites on your neck.

Right, when things were getting good, the motel door creaks open and he immediately stands you up ushering you into the bathroom. “Where Y/n? How's she feeling?” Hughie asks as Butcher follows behind tossing a burger at the supe.

“I'm right here, im fine” you reply with a short smile, as he glances at Soldier Boy and he shakes his head and whispers. “No, no don't look at me with those eyes”

#soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy smut #soldier boy x reader #the boys #jensen ackles #Solider boy the boys #Soldier boy oneshot

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4ng3l-0n-34rth · 2 years

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Can I get a #2 and #11 on the hurt/comfort for Soldier Boy?

omg the minute i saw this i knew i had to write it so thank you for the request anon!!

You need to understand// a Solider Boy x Reader !Request!

a/n: sorry if this is ooc or my facts are a bit off but i'm gonna try my best hopefully i'll do this prompt justice since i've seen s3 of the boys 3 times over

summary: it's the 70/80's when everything was coming up soldier boy and you happened to get thrown into his nonsensical life since you were employed by vought. (i feel like the prompts will work better with a solid relationship and i couldn't figure out how to write one in the present day of the series) This story is majorly fucked so buckle up.

prompts: 2) "i wish i never met you" 11) "you're hurting me!"

warnings: domestic violence/aggression, manipulation

Being employed by vought since you graduated college appeared to most as a lifetime achievement, but in your eyes it was torture. All of the higher-up's had you wrapped around their finger, but you also worked with superheros on a daily basis. You were one of the business executives behind Payback, and were required to work closely with all of the supes.

Although your position made it appear as though you had a lot of power you couldn't make an official decision without it being greenlit by someone above you. Over time you came to accept the fact the hero business was corrupt and everyone within it was their own version of a shit show, you found solace in Soldier Boy, and he with you. The relationship was private for publicity reasons, and his on camera relationship with Crimson Countess, but you knew him beyond the superhero persona, you knew Ben.

Today you were extraordinarily stressed and overworked, excited for the day to be over, but before you had the chance to finish up for the night Stan Edgar waltzed into your office. "We are on the verge of a media disaster, and you need to get your little boyfriend in line." You looked to the man confused as to what the hell he was talking about, then he placed a folder onto your desk. Upon opening the folder you were met with photographs of Soldier Boy in full uniform getting into nasty bar fights, assaulting random fans, and committing multiple accounts of destruction of property, paired with a now scrapped news article on conspiracies within vought.

"It cost an arm and a leg to keep this away from the press, and all members associated have been dealt with, but I don't want to see any of this happening again." and with that he saw himself out. You continued to stare blankly at the content in front of you, unsure of what to think. The idea of him acting like this sent chills down your spine. You knew he was hostile, temperamental even, but you'd never seen him act out like this before. You picked up the file and headed out the door to Soldier Boys room in the building, knocking on the door and entering when you heard the okay from him inside.

"Finished up for the night?" he asked as he walked over to greet you with a kiss to your temple, but you backed away. He seemed baffled as to why you wouldn't accept his affection like you normally do, and without a word you handed him the file in your hand. "What the hell were you thinking? The bar fights didn't necessarily surprise me, but innocent fans? People wanting to greet you because they idolize you? And don't get me started on the homes you've wrecked. Homes in family neighborhoods? Do you even understand the damage your recklessness has caused? You could've hurt children damnit!" You completely blew up, you were sick and tired of everyone behaving so childishly, and for once you thought you found someone within vought who wasn't a complete sack of shit, but of course you were proven wrong.

"You can't actually blame me for all of this right? People are fragile its normal for them to want to get a closer look and throw themselves in danger, that isn't my fault." He stated. He seemed completely unphased by what was just presented before him. "They aren't just trying to get a closer look at the action, they were trying to speak to you after a mission and you shoved them away so forcefully a man was sent to the ER! You threw a car at a fucking house Ben! A man died because you weren't careful!" Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes and he tried to move closer to you, to console you. He reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek and you shoved him away.

"Oh so I fuck up a few time and now you wan't nothing to do with me?" You were in awe at how casual he was about this. "No, a fuck up is when you say something bad in an interview, which believe me you do plenty of, but this? Ben this is just murder!" you turned away from him. "I mean technically it was an accident so it would be manslaughter but-" you immediately cut him off, "You can't be serious right now. Like that's any better? Its still your actions killing people!" You moved to take the file out of his hand and leave, ready to go home and reconsider just what the fuck you had gotten yourself into, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

"Ben let go of me, I'm going home I can't do this right now." you tried to pull away but there was no use trying to fight Earth's mightiest hero. "Please you just need to understand sometimes people are disposable, let me help you understand!" You could tell he really did want you to stay, see things the way he did, but the way he saw things was just morally wrong. "Please Ben I don't want to have to ask again." You were weaker than him, and nothing would ever change that. You had hoped this day would never come but hope doesn't get you anywhere these days.

His grip tightened as you struggled. "Saving the world is hard Y/N! I try my best, but sometimes humans are just collateral!" he pleaded. "I understand you think you're above humanity with your fancy powers, but you were just a man once too!" hearing that angered him more than anything. The one thing he hated talking about was his life before he was given Compound V. You winced as he tightened his grip more and more, "Ah, Ben you're hurting me!" you cried and you tried to pry him off of you with your other hand, the folder you were holding falling to the floor. He raised another hand up to reach around your throat, holding you still. "You know better than to talk about shit like that, bitch!" you reached up, tugging on his wrist to release you as it became harder and harder to breath. "I-I wish I never met you!" you gasped out as tears streamed down your face. He let go of your wrist and sent a harsh slap across your cheek. "You don't mean that... You know you don't mean that!" He shouted, close enough to your face to pierce your eardrums.

He just watched you struggle, your cheek was scraped from the impact as a trail of blood poured down your cheek, your tears finding their way into the would making it sting more. "Y-you don't mean that. Please, tell me you don't mean that!" You tried your best to speak but you couldn't. You began to feel dizzy and he could see your face lose color and your lips begin to turn blue. Seeing you, the one person he thought understood him, the only one he let himself love, in a state like this caused by his own action struck something in him. In a part of him he wished to cast away many years ago. The part of him that deep down was still human.

His grip began to loosen and he looked into your eyes pleadingly, "Please... tell me you don't mean that. Tell me you love me." The only feeling you had for him right now was fear. If you didn't comply you feared the loss of your life, so you nodded. "I do love you, Ben. I was upset I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." He smiled the same smile you remember falling for and the hand on your neck moved up to brush against your cheek. His other hand hovering gently over the fresh cut on your cheek. "I love you too Y/N," he leaned in and kissed you deeply, and you knew that there was no going back now. You just had to sit happily with him and try your best to stay blind to how truly horrible he really was.

As he pulled away he took a moment to observe your face, "I bet you're tired. Let's get you cleaned up then get some rest, yeah?" You nodded and he lead you to the bathroom, wetting a towel then wiped the blood from your cheek. This was the side of him you loved. The part of him that wanted to take care of you, please you. All he ever wanted was to be loved and appreciated and now that he's found someone to fill that void he couldn't let you slip from his grasp. He finished cleaning the wound and pressed a kiss on top of it.

"Can we get some rest now?" you asked. Although deep down you knew you should run, you didn't have it in you. In your eyes the pros just outweighed the cons. "Of course, baby." He swiftly picked you up carrying you to his bed. Spending the night in his room was something you did often, and in all honesty being able to drift off in his arms was just what you needed after a stressful day. He can often be the cause of your stress, but he's allowed himself to be the one to wash it all away as well.

After he placed you down he got into bed next to you. You were too exhausted to change out of your work clothes, and just curled up into him. Instantly soothed by the rise and fall of his chest, the pace of his beating heart. He brushed through your hair with his fingers and placed kisses to the top of your head.

"I really do love you, I know you'll understand one day."

#soldier boy #the boys x reader #the boys #solider boy x reader #solider boy the boys #the boys season three #the boys season 3 #solider boy x you #solider boy x y/n

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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#the boys prime #the boys tv show #amazon the boys #soldier boy #solider boy the boys #jensen ackles #i have no shame #i love him #his hair is so pretty

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teaboot · 9 months

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Cannot overstate how much that spongebob scene that went

Somsone: "spongebob you look like a girl"

Spongebob: "am I a pretty girl?"

Like was such a legit game changer for me as a kid

I remember that family and grownups and other kids at school would tell me in a sort of mean-spirited way "you look/sound/act/dress/talk like a boy" and I'd just be like

"Am I a pretty boy?"

There were other unexpected things that came from that long-term I think but that'sprobably where it started being fun

#Turns out I AM a pretty boy #Thank you Mr SquarePants you did me a solid #God bless

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that-ineffable-devil · 12 days

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Another absolute need for S2: Edwin flirting back at Charles, at least once.

Charles, leaning over Edwin reading a book: I'm just saying, my smile is pretty convincing...

Edwin, looking up at Charles from under his lashes: I rather agree. It could convince me to do a great many things.

Charles, face blank, staring: *404 ERROR. RESPONSE NOT FOUND. PLEASE REBOOT.*

Edwin: *turns back to his book wearing the same satisfied, flirty smirk he wore as he walked away from the Cat King*

#Charles just stays there for a solid 10 minutes unable to process #just staring off into space #head empty no thoughts #charles rowland #edwin payne #edwin paine #dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #dbda #renew dead boy detectives

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inkskinned · 10 months

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you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

#writeblr #this is a mashup of like 3 dates i accidentally went on lol #by that i mean that i was out with a woman on a date in 2 of these situations #and a man just. joined us. and we were too awkward to say anything while he tried to ''date'' me #& one was a longterm friend that i was like. you what????#like he's nice he's a doctor and my mom was SO happy she was like raquel think about it #''it's a perfect love story you grew up together and reconnected as adults and like the same things and he's friends with ur brother #and his sister is one of ur close friends!!!''#yes but alas. he is a boy . she only likes girls. can i make it any more obvious #anyway im tryna write about like the force of male attention being actually incredibly ingrained to women like we are SUPPOSED to like it #it's seen as the only important thing #even if ur gay #and it's a nuanced thing idk #and while rn i i.d. as lesbian #like .... it wouldn't be UNTRUE to say i am probably like ''cusp bisexual'' bc i CAN experience attraction to men bc like .#sexuality is fluid...#don't tell straight ppl tho bc they do not understand the concept that ppl don't necessarily need a solid everlasting label #they're like GET in the BOX #if ur gay & in boston i'm 30 and pretty please come kiss me.#(i usually only date older ppl sorry in advance tho)

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